#hm hopefully this makes sense. open to questions

[matchalovertrait]

CW: Mention of divorce and parental issues

Being a sous chef is not for the weak. Caruso works tirelessly, often feeling overworked and underpaid. However, this is what he needs to do to achieve his goals. His interest in the culinary arts began in childhood, sparked by his mom's encouragement during playtime. Of course, he knew he didn't make actual edible food from crayons, but the smile on his mom's face gave him all the inspiration he needed. He would become "Chef Caruso" because of her. Over the next few years, Caruso started experimenting in the real kitchen and realized he was pretty decent at cooking. At first, it became a way to escape the heated arguments between his parents as their marriage crumbled. Cooking allowed him to block them out. Then, he remembered his mom's smile. Could food be the way to bring his parents back together? For a brief time, it seemed to work. The dinner table was a place for laughs and stories again, but it was only a temporary fix. The marriage was unsalvagable. Eventually, his parents got a divorce and his mom left Caruso with his other mom, which he refers to as "mother." It wasn't what his mom wanted, but she felt it was the best decision since his mother had more financial stability. Young Caruso was devastated. He stopped cooking and spent many days sulking and mindlessly channel surfing until he came across Diced Junior. That's it, that's the solution to everything. If he won, he could give the prize money to his mom and use the exposure from the show to kickstart his career. He got back into the kitchen and sent in applications every year, but each year he found a rejection letter in the mailbox. Disillusioned but not completely defeated, he decided he didn't need the Diced franchise in order to succeed. He could do it on his own. Now with an education from The Santoro Academy of Culinary Arts, a career as a sous chef, a growing YouTube channel, and an amazingly talented girlfriend on his side, Caruso feels unstoppable. He will become a celebrity chef and use his resources to find his mom and let her know that he holds no resentment. Plus, he'll be able to give her the life she always deserved. And if he has to be honest? He's in it for all the praise too.

[screaminglygay]

KINKTOBER day 10

pairing: darkish!marvel ladies x fem!reader, wanda x reader, natasha x reader, kate x reader, yelena x reader, carol x reader, maria x reader

sumarry: you were kiddnapped, but a group of the mightiest herous will save your life and you can´t be more thankful

warnings: kidnapping, guns mentioned, little dark themes, kissing, touching, dirty talk, smut!!!, eating out, nickname "sir", catching somone having sex, voyeurism kinda, slight angst, wanda controlling your mind, and also reading your mind, group sex mentioned, ladies talking about planning on using you, knife play a little, little shitty writting, it takes forever to get into something, oopsies, if anything else - let me know!

word count: 7k

an: our last day! little crazy how time flies, we wont get into it or ill cry, but truly thank you for all the likes, reblogs, shares and comments! im giggling like a little girl, since few of my favs here commented or likes something soooo thank u!!!! sm!

an2: it was fun and chaotic at the same time! i love you all, stay safe and hopefully i wont dip away.:P

(italics = your thoughts)

!MDNI!

Enjoy this last spooky day and be safe!

You couldn´t see anything at all, the only sense you could count on right now is your hearing, which is not much of a helper. All you could hear is the engine running and some soft music playing in the front. 

You try to move, but your hands are tied together and so are your legs, trying to remeber what happened made your head hurt, so you quickly gave up on that.

After what felt like hours the car finally stopped. You open your eyes, but it is still pitch black, even when you hear someone open the doors, there is nothing in your sight. Then it hit you, you´re maybe in a box, that´s why it´s so hot and you can barely breathe here.

Trying to feel where you are is a good start and you were right, you are in a box. 

Someone opens the back of the car, and you feel that you´re finally moving, they put you down, which wasn´t the gentlest way, but since you´re tied up, these people probably don´t care about your well-being. 

"Open it," you hear an old man says. 

"Money first," this is someone else, someone who is standing right next to you, you´re still seeing pitch black and that is the most terrifying out of everything right now. Even if your try to run away, you don´t know where to, there could be fifty other guys standing there, so you´re in really shitty situation.

"No. I need to see if she´s alive and if it´s truly her." It´s the first voice again. 

"She is, now give me the money." 

What the hell is going on? They want my organs? But they wouldn´t want me alive? Or would they? Maybe they need the organs fresh, shit. My organs? 

Your overthinking is making your heart beat faster, than if you would run a marathon now. 

But is it really overthinking if this is the most possible outcome of this... deal? 

"I want to see her. I won´t give you shit, if I´ll found her dead inside the box." The man is clearly mad now. 

You can hear someone else coming, it sounds like a motorcycle. "Oh so you brought backup?" 

"Me? Stop fucking playing around." You can hear that both of them are unease, their voices are filled with anger and it´s just a question of time, when they will explode like a bomb. You´re hoping you won´t be the center of catastrophe. 

The motorcycle stops and you can hear someone re-load a gun. 

A gun? Holy shit. 

"Oh come on boys? What do you think you´re doing here, hm?" You can hear a woman speaking, her voice has a hint of smokiness and a certain level of strength, making it both captivating and commanding. It's a voice that demands attention and conveys a sense of experience and resilience. You could bet your life that you already heard this voice somewhere. 

You don´t really know what´s goining on, but you feel like they´re just pointing guns at eachother, at least that´s what you´ve imagined.

The lady chuckles. "You are all surronded, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide," it was a quiet for a little bit, after she starts to speak again, "I wouldn´t done that if I was you, see the red dots? Yeah I have backup. And yours? Already arested," she adds. 

Arested? Oh she´s from the police! Police! Yes! 

You can hear how someone is walking closer to you, but from a totally different way then you heard the people talk before. But that is the last think you think of, before you completly pass out. 

... 

Beep, beep, beep. 

Is all you can hear, before you can even open your eyes. You take a few deep breaths and with that, you slowly open them. The light isn´t as sharp as you thought it´s gonna be, so you blink a few times and your already adjusted to being awake.

Looking around give you an answer where you are, the hospital. All of your clothes are on the chair, packed in a plastic bag. So it must have ended good, the lady arested the bad guys and now you´re in the hospital, which isn´t your favorite place, but hey, you could be in a coffin now, so you see it as a win. 

You don´t even feel in pain, maybe you´re head hurt a little bit, but you´re used to it. You slowly trace your hand all over your body, but you think you´re all good. 

A person coming into your room pulls you out of your thoughts, as you look up at them, you notice is The Natasha Romanoff. One of The Avengers. One of the coolest people in the whole world! 

Your eyes widen at her standing next to you with a little smile on her face. "You´re finally awake, how are you feeling?" her voice was so soothing, you feel like she could bring you from dead if that was the case. 

As you observe Natasha´s outfit, you can't help but be drawn to her effortlessly cool and edgy style. She's wearing sleek, form-fitting black pants that hug her curves perfectly, adding a touch of boldness to her overall look. The pants highlight her long, lean legs, accentuating her confidence. Her choice of a white tank top underneath the black leather jacket is simple, it shows you just enough of her abs to let you know, that she could kill with them. 

"I- uh good. Great. Amazing." She chuckles at your answer. 

"So I assume the pills are working." She nods her head and sits on your bed. 

"Meds?" A noticable confusion is written on your face and Natasha speaks right away, to ease your nerves. 

"How much do you remeber, (Y/N)?" Natasha puts her hand on your forehead to check if you have a fever. 

"Um... I remeber being in a box and being scared," Natasha hums, "I also remeber having my hands and legs tied and I- uh remeber and then I just..." you shrug. 

"Okay." She nods again. "You don´t have to worry now, we took care of them and you´re safe." Natasha gives you a smile, that did make you feel way better. You knew she was a badass and pretty too, but in person? 

She´s stunning, how can someone be this perfect? Like it is not fair. 

"Althrough..." she sighs. 

"What? Althrough what?" 

"We´re not sure if they worked alone and knowing your status, we can´t risk you getting hurt again." She adds. 

"My status? I´m sorry, I have zero idea what you´re talking about." If you were confused before, then you don´t know what you are now. 

"Oh, detka. They did numbers on you." You could see the concern in her face. 

Numbers? On me? What?

"You were missing for few months and when me and the rest of the team found you.. you were unconsious. That was 2 weeks ago, we weren´t sure if you´ll wake up. But you did and that´s amazing news, but we need to make sure, that you are safe." Natasha takes your hand in hers. 

After that Natasha left you alone and you were trying to piece the things together, but everytime you tried, you got horrible headache. 

What status? Who- what? 

... 

During the first week, it was only Natasha who came to visit you. Each time you inquired about leaving the hospital room, she staunchly insisted that you should stay and rest. Even though you expressed your boredom and eagerness to step out of the room multiple times, assuring her that you felt better, she stood unwaveringly by her belief that you needed the rest after everything you had been through. 

She visited you everyday and you realized how sweet The Black Widow actually is and how much comfort she brings you in those confusing times. But you couldn´t help, but notice what her slight touches make you feel. Touching your forehead to make sure, you don´t have a fever. Touching your hand to get your attention or just putting your fallen hair behind your ear. 

She brushes your hair every morning, reads to you, she even brought you a coloring book, which always brought you some sense of comfrot. And if Natasha wouldn´t be the one who brought it out, you would completly forget that something as kidnapping has happened to you. 

... 

This morning Natasha is not alone, she softly knocks three times as she did each morning and then slowly walks in with another person behind her. 

"(Y/N), this is-" You cut Natasha off. 

"Wanda Maximoff!" You basically yell. "S-sorry, I just... I know who you are." You sligthly blush at the two women in front of you. 

Wanda chuckles. "That´s me. Pleasure to meet you, (Y/N)." She comes closer and shakes your hand, her hand felt incredibly soft, like a gentle caress of silk against the skin, inviting warmth and comfort. 

"You don´t know what happened to you, but you remeber all of our names?" Natasha laughs as she teases. 

"I mean..." you shrug. "You are The Avnegrs! So of course I know who you are." You look away from Natasha´s gaze. 

"Sorry, that was a stupid joke." Natasha put few fallen pieces behind your ear and smiles at you. 

"No, no. It´s fine, you had a great point there." You smile back at her.  The readhead nods. "I brought Wanda, becuase she will take care of you now, for few days, before the doctors will release you." Nat smiles. 

"Oh really? When I´m going home?" You were so glad you´ll be home soon. 

Wanda just send a quick eyebrow raise to Nat. 

"What?" You look between the two women in the room. 

"Detka, you will be released from the hospital wing, but we still can´t promise there won´t be anyone waiting for you outside, so we decided that you will spend some time here, in the compound." 

"Oh." Natasha´s words caught you off guard as you really don´t know what to feel now. You couldn't help but blush and feel a bit shy as you heard Natasha call you by that nickname, but at the same time her words made you a little sad, you still have to kinda locked up.. 

Wanda notices right away, without having to read your thoughts, that you weren´t really sure about this scenario. "But I promise I´m way more fun, than boring Tasha. We can read, play games and after you´ll be on your legs we can bake, cook, I can teach you how to play guitar and many more exiting things!" You smile, that does sound good, but what about all of your clothes and... other stuff you had to have, before that incident. 

"We can go shopping too!" Natasha sends Wanda a quick glare as a warning. 

"Well... better to be bored than dead, right?" You chuckle, but none of them even smiled at your joke, which was incredibly embarrassing. 

"Don´t joke about that, detka." It was the first time you saw Natasha actually mad. 

... 

You are finally off the hospital wing, Doctor Cho told you that you need to rest and if there is anything wrong, you can call her asap. At the end she is working for the Avengers and getting calls in the middle of the night isn´t something unusual. 

Being a week with Wanda was so fun, she told you all the stories from her life, you watched many sitcoms together and her cooking skills are amazing! Anything she cooked for you, you crave for some more. You´re really positive about her putting some drug in the deserts, because everything was just so good and addicting, it´s not even possible. 

You two also spent hours on online websites shopping, for your new clothes, boots and everything you needed. Wanda payed for everything of course. Even though she told you, "Don´t worry about it," you still feel bad for spending so much of her money. 

You´re currently waiting for Wanda, to walk with you to the main room, for you to meet the rest of the team. You were very nervous, but if Nat and Wanda were so nice to you and made sure you were safe all the time, you believe that the rest of the team is the same. 

"There she is!" Wanda comes to you, hugging you closly. Like any other day, she was warm and you feel even better. 

"Here I am. But I can take it-" You say as Wanda grabs the one plastic bag with your stuff. 

"None of that, malysh. You need to rest." 

"This weights basically zero zero nothing, I could-" You met Wanda´s eyes, "thank you for taking my bag." You smile. 

"That´s what I´ve thought, malyshka." These nicknames will kill you, sooner or later.  The two of you went to the living room, which was a two floors above you. The ride in the��elevator was quiet and comfrotable. 

Bing. 

Wanda immedietly links your hands with yours, which you don´t mind it at all, it´s actually calming your nerves and she knows it very well. There is no need to read your mind, your body is speaking for you this time, with your relaxed posture and the little adorable smile on your face. 

"They are nice, but little... hectic and full of energy. If anything, let me know and we can go to the bedroom." Wanda smiles. 

"Thank you, WanWan," you smile back, if her and Nat can give you nicknames, you will think of something too. "I think I can manage, um... will Nat be there?"

Wanda smiles at her new nickname and then shakes her head, "Natasha is coming later tonight, you know, Avengers stuff." You simpy nod. 

You could hear the other teammates right away, but you hear only women´s voices. You were honestly glad. Not like you don´t like the male Avengers, but... they are still males, so you already felt more comfortable knowing there are only bunch of ladies. 

Wanda opens the door for you and walks right behind you. "Ladies, I´d like you to meet someone, someone very special, so please don´t attack her with questions or any other... things." She giggles and you look around and you feel like in a dream. 

Carol Danvers, Kate Bishop, Yelena Belova, and Maria Hill are all seated on a comfortable, oversized sofa, while Wanda still stands beside you. 

"Hai," you whisper as you awkwardly put your hand up in some sort of a wave. 

All you could hear was all sorts of greetings, "Hi! Hello! Oh finally, hey!..." The sudden outpour of warmth takes you by surprise, and you can't help but blush and offer a shy smile in response to their overwhelming hospitality. 

"Easy, ladies!" Wanda quickly says. 

"Move, Maximoff." The Captain Marvel herself says as she stands up. 

"No. All of you are like a bunch of hawks and (Y/N) is tiny, not a chance I will leave her all alone in this." Wanda grips your hand tighter. 

You blush as you look at Carol. 

"Im Carol, nice to meet you, (Y/N)." She smirks at you. 

"I- I know... and you are Maria, Kate, Yelena," you smile as you point at each of them. 

Wanda giggles. "She is our big fan," she explains. 

"Ohh, is she?" Maria finally speak, "do you kow the rest of the ladies?" 

"The rest?" You look at her, not knowing, who is the rest. "You´re living here with everyone? Like everyone? Where are the guys?" you obviously have many question. 

"Most of us do, but sometimes there is a mission of world so-" Carol is cut off by Maria. 

"Don´t start with this bulshit, Danvers. Like you´re something special, just because you can travel to space..." The brown haired girl rolls her eyes. 

"I didn´t say I´m special, you did." Carol winks at her.  Wanda leans closer to you and whisper right into your ear. "This is a daily basis on here, you´ll get used to it," she giggles and so did you. 

"To answer your quiestion fully," Kate clears her throat, "all the ladies live here, all of us got room and it´s just like a never ending sleepover." Kate chuckles, she is probably the same age as you, or little older, which makes you feel better around everyone. 

"And no. There are no guys. Is that a bad thing?" Yelena says without zero emotion in her voice. 

"No! No, no, no! I mean I bet they are great, but I´m into girls. I mean... as a fact, I think you guys," you point at them, "just do it better. Way badass, smarter, faster, everything is just waaay better, you know?" you tried to save youself, but it didn´t work at all. Even Yelena has a slight smirk on her face. 

"You were right, Maximoff. She is cute." Yelena nods towards you and Wanda. 

"So you´re into ladies?" Kate smiles. 

"No, yes. I mean yes, but I didn´t mean it like that in the previous context," you answer her. 

"What was the context then?" Now it was Wanda speaking right into your ear. 

You are quiet for a second and then just shrug, "I guess i didn´t want to talk shit about the male Avengers." you chuckle. 

"Don´t worry, we won´t tell them." Kate laughs. 

"Well... if you know a lots of things about us, isn´t it fair for us to know little something about you too?" Carol sits on a couch next to Maria. 

"Go sit, malysh, I´ll bring you something to drink." Wanda sligtly pushes you towards the couch, when her hand leave your lower back, you already miss her touch. 

You sit between Kate and Carol, while Maria stares at you with a slight smirk. So you quickly look at the youngest Avenger, and you can already tell, that she´s really exited to talk to you and get to know you better. 

You sit nervously between Carol and Kate, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the attention. Carol leans back confidently, a smirk on her face. "So, what's your thing, hobbies, what´s your favorite food?" 

"Um, well, I like uh, reading. And I enjoy cooking as well." 

Kate is like a exited pupppy. "That's cool! Any favorite books? Oh, and, do you have a go-to pizza topping?" 

Wanda comes back with the water and place it on the table, giving Kate a stern look, "easy Bishop," then she sits on the chair right in front of you. 

"I love reading fantasy novels. And, for pizza, I'm a sucker for pepperoni." 

Maria and Yelena, watching you, listen intently, their interest evident in their expressions. 

Carol smiles, "That's awesome. We should have a cooking night together sometime. What do you say?" 

You and Wanda make eye contact "Well... I already planned that with Wanda, so..." 

"Oh really, Maximoff? We´re already calling dibs? That is not fair." Carol rolls her eyes. 

"Or all of us can cook together?" You smile at Carol. 

"Carol in the kitchen is the worst way of dying, so it´s a no for me." Yelena mumbles and leaves the room, Maria following closely behind. "Agreed."

"I can teach you! The simple things are not that hard, right Wanda?" 

The girl infront of you just sighs and nods, "Sadly it´s not." 

"Oh come on, don´t be so harsh on her, I bet it´s not that terrible... right?" You feel more and more comfortable with all the ladies around you. 

... 

"It´s not that terrible, right?" Wanda mocks you as you see flour flying, ingredients get mixed up, and the result is far from what the recipe intended. 

Wanda and Kate exchange amused glances, but they both maintain their composure, trying not to laugh. You, though, can't help but chuckle, as you didn't expect this level of chaos in the kitchen. 

Carol, with a sheepish grin, looks at her culinary creation. "I promise, I'm better at saving the world than making food." 

"You better be, Danvers." Wanda smirks as she smacks her dirty hand on Carol´s ass, leaving a white mark on her black sweatpants. 

"Oh you´re so in, Maximoff!" Carol turns around and runs for her, to get her revange. 

You and Kate burst into laughter, all in good spirits. Despite the kitchen disaster, the shared experience brings the group closer together. 

You jump on the messy kitchen counter, smiling from ear to ear. "That was... fun." 

Kate nods and turns to look at you, "yup." She moves closer to you and touch your nose with her finger from... butter? You guess. "But at least now you see why is Wanda doing all the cooking. Sometimes Nat, but mostly our witchy." Kate is being very close to you know, her hands resting on your thighs. 

"Fair point." You look down and blush, "maybe we should start cleaning?" 

Kate shakes her head, "Wanda does a little poof and everything is clean, don´t worry about that." 

"If Wanda survives." You point out. 

"True." Kate chuckles. 

"You have very blue eyes." You don´t know where this comment came from. 

"I do, yeah. And you have very y/e/c eyes, (Y/N)." Kate is now whispering. 

Nodding your head seem like the only good idea, since you don´t trust your voice at the moment. 

"Would you like me to show you around and maybe later show you my room?" Kate asks, while staring at you. 

"Oh are you flirting, Kate Bishop?" You roll your eyes at her. 

She tilts her head, "what? You have such a dirty mind, miss (Y/N). I am not flirting with you, you would notice if I would." She squeezes your thighs and step away from you, "you going or what?" She smirks at you. 

And with the most dramatic groan you jump off the counter and follow her through the compound. 

... 

After Kate showed you around, you were positive that you need a map, because there is no way you would remeber all the catacombs and shortcuts. No way. 

And final stop, Kate´s floor. Warm, soft light streams into the room from a string of fairy lights above the windows, creating a cosy atmosphere. In one corner, a leather chair and a sleek, modern desk scattered with papers from her most recent missions indicate her dedication as a superhero. A collection of classic bass guitars in another corner, all neatly organized. Her two worlds—the life of an skilled archer and the spirit of adventure of a young hero—combine in balance in the room. 

"Oh my god- it´s so cozy in here!" You smile as you look around, seeing all the bows and special arrows on the wall. "Wow," you mumble as your hand wants to touch her black bow with silver ornaments on it, "may I?" 

"Go ahead, I don´t use these." She smiles. 

Your finger traces those shapes up and down, but your attention switches into something else, many pictures on the wall made you giggle out loud, "No way! You have Halloween nights here?!" You look at a few pictures on the wall, but one catches your eye right away.  

As you gaze at the Halloween picture, you can't help but smile at the fun and creativity captured in the snapshot. In the center, Kate Bishop stands proudly, dressed as a demon, her costume is complete with horns, pitchfork, and an impish grin that perfectly matches her cocky spirit. 

To her left, Maria Hill is a regal Queen of Hearts, her costume rich in detail, from the heart-adorned scepter to the ornate, card-themed headdress, giving her an air of authority with a playful twist. That she has even without this costume. 

Beside Maria, Natasha Romanoff stands as the Queen of Spades, her costume exuding an air of confidence. Her attire is a perfect blend of elegance and danger, with a spade symbol adorning her crown. And of course, her one and only iconic smirk. 

Wanda Maximoff, on the other hand, adds a touch of the Wild West to the group as she confidently portrays a cowboy. Her fringe-trimmed jacket, wide-brimmed hat, and toy six-shooter holster create a vibrant, yee-haw Western charm. 

Carol Danvers, in contrast, takes on a divine role, embodying a goddess with her shimmering costume and ethereal accessories. Around her waist, a gilded belt cinches the gown, emphasizing her muscle figure. It is adorned with intricate patterns and symbols that hint at ancient mysticism. Her accessories are no less impressive – a tiara with sparkling gemstones graces her brow, and her wrist cuffs shimmer with a radiant energy. 

Finally, Yelena Belova channels her inner child (kinda) as she steps into the shoes of Lara Croft. Her outfit mimics the iconic video game character's attire, complete with dual holstered pistols, a utility belt. 

"You thought we´re boring or what?" Kate walks up behind you.

"A little bit." You admit, "but this looks so fun! I´m quite upset I´ve missed that." 

"Don´t worry, you´ll get an opportunity. But I´ll bite, what would you dress up as?" Kate voice sending shivers down your spine. 

"Hm..." you turn around, "I take Halloween very seriously, so..." you try to think. "Well since Wanda was a cowboy, I would go as a reversed cowboy. You know, put a little UNO reverse card on my head. It´s funny and also good effort." You giggle. 

"Oh, sweet sweet (Y/N), you´re wilder than I thought," Kate chuckles, "I like that idea, now I´m quite upset too, you would be such a fun to our little party." She winks. 

You´re stomach feels like it´s filled with butterflies, that are trying to get into your whole body. 

"You feel my flirting, huh?" Kate smirks again. 

"Oh shush, I don´t want to boost your ego." You want to turn around, but Kate grabs you by your waist. 

"You don´t need to, pretty girl." 

"Kate..." You´re glancing at her lips, then back into her blue eyes and then back on her lips. 

"Hm?" Kate knows and you know that she knows and that makes you even more frustrated. 

"I- I don´t know what to s-" you barely whisper. 

"Then don´t say anything, I´ve got you. It´s all good, you´re safe with me here, okay?" Kate whispers and with you nodding your head, Kate leans in and your lips connect. Her lips are incredibly soft. Second ego, you were shy around the archer, but now, you want more, you crave more. She´s holding your hips, her strong grip making you feel secured and that´s all it matters now. 

As you found yourself captivated by the enchanting presence of the Bishop girl, it was a moment of shared intimacy, and none among you were present enough to recognize the subtle observe of the Witch and Captain. The door had been unintentionally left ajar, providing an unanticipated point for the two observers. From their concealed perch, they had a front-row seat to the scene. This unintentional voyeurism presented a silent spectacle that would be etched in the memory of all involved, forever preserving that delicate moment. 

"Really? Bishop is the first one?" Carol whispers, and Wanda gazes at her with a mix of understanding and frustration. She senses the storm in Carol, and it resonates with her because she feels the same emotions. Deep inside, Wanda hoped she would be the first to share that intimate moment with you. She had been so close, with Natasha temporarily away, but fate had other plans, and Kate Bishop claimed the coveted position first.

"Look, Carol, she´s really into it." Wanda´s jealous thought disappears, as she sees you pulling Kate closer and slightly biting her lip. 

"How many weeks did Natasha said to wait? 8-9? And we will discuss it? I knew it was bulshit." Carol chuckles. 

Wanda smirks and takes a picture of you and Kate making out, sending it straight to Natasha, with a message on it 'What if our new plaything is not waiting?' 

After literally 5 seconds, Wanda´s phone lit up with a new message from Natasha, 'omw.' 

... 

After your pretty heavy make out session with Kate, everything was different around the compound. Kate was by your side almost every minute and the other girls were as well. Everyone but Natasha. You didn't know if you did something wrong or if she had just a lot of avenger's work, but you wanted her attention. 

“I wouldn't go there, right now.” Maria says as she somehow appears right behind you. 

You were just about to knock on Natasha´s door to her office. Due to Maria, you pull your hand away, “why?” 

“She´s just not in the right mood now.” The agent explains. 

“Well, me neither, so-” you turn around and knock three times. 

“You´re really stubborn, huh?” Maria chuckles and turns around, walking away. 

“I already told you that I don´t have the time for your-” you hear behind the door, until the door opened, “oh, it´s you.” Natasha´s voice went from raspy angry spy to nice Natty, who used to brush your hair every morning, when you have been in the hospital wing. 

“It´s me.” You smile a little and without another word you step inside her office. 

Natasha watches you; she tilts her head waiting for your next move. 

“I kinda invited myself, sorry. But I have a question.” You give her office a quick glance, nothing original, just a big modern office, with lots of paperwork everywhere.  

The view is special though, you can take in the lush expanse of the garden, every detail from the blooming flowers to the trees. And beyond the garden's beauty, the panorama stretches out to reveal the entire cityscape. Skyscrapers rise majestically, their windows reflecting the sunlight, while the urban landscape sprawls in all directions.    “I´m listening.” The redhead closes the door. 

“Did I do something wrong? Or... like why don’t we talk anymore? You barely look at me when you come into the room, I just- did I do something wrong? I know you have a lot of work because the people who tried to... you know, but uh- like what's going on, Natty?” The nickname slips out and you don’t even notice, but Natasha did, she always notices those small details. 

You can hear her sigh, that´s never a good sign. 

Shit. 

“Detka, sit.” She nods towards the chair in her office, and you quickly did so. “It´s not like I don’t want to talk to you, I do. But I just thought that you´re already taken and I do not mess into someone else's business.” That was a lie, another one, that you can´t catch on. 

“What do you mean?” You quickly mumble, feeling like a kid who did something bad, since Natasha is standing above you now. 

“You and Kate.”  

“We- we uh are not dating, if that’s what you're asking.” You blush. 

“I'm not asking, (Y/N). But I would appreciate if next time you would be honest with me.” Natasha turns around. 

“But I am! We are not dating, we- are just friends.”  

“Friends?” Natasha turns back to face you, looking down at her phone scrolling, trying to find a picture that Wanda send to her. “Is this what friends do?”  

Shit, where did she get the picture?! 

“I-” you can't find any words that would help. You feel horrible, even though you didn’t do anything wrong, or did you? 

“I need to work now, to keep you safe, remember? So... if that´s all, see you at dinner.” Natasha looks sad, incredibly sad in fact. She opens the door for you and without anything else you leave. 

After few minutes of standing behind Natasha´s door, you decided that you need to blow off some steam and the Avengers compound has everything, so some boxing and sauna after don´t sound like a bad idea at all. Even though you had a boxing class like once in your life, you´ll manage, at least that´s what you hope. 

… 

It was not actually that bad, you feel exhausted, but also little better, hoping that sauna will do the rest of the magic.  

What you didn’t know is that you're not the only one craving to ease your nerves there. 

As you open the door you see quite a pleasing sign in front of you, Carol Danvers eating out Wanda right in the sauna, where you wanted to rest. You are like a deer caught in the lights, before you can say anything, the witch notices you and smirk. 

“We have an audience, Captain,” she whispers between her moans. 

Carol turns her head, and her eyes meet yours, “wanna join?” the blonde one chuckles as Wanda slaps her hand playfully. 

You don´t answer, you´re too occupied staring at Carol´s well-defined arms, you can see her veins, which switch something inside you. 

“Earth to (Y/N),” Wanda chuckles, “would you like to finish me, malyska?” 

“N-no, sorry! Shit! I didn´t know that- you uh- it will be occupied!” and with that you run away. 

“She was staring at you.” 

“She was basically drooling.”  

“Oh please! Don't let it get to your head! 

“Do you want to cum or not?” 

“Yes, captain.” 

“Then shut your pretty mouth.” Carol smirks as she dives back into the witch´s sensitive spot. 

… 

“I didn’t know Carol and Wanda are dating,” you sip from your newly opened water bottle. 

“Um... they are not.” Kate looks at you. 

“I´m pretty sure they are,” small giggle is escaping your mouth. 

“How so?” The taller girl tilts her head, “I´ll bite.” 

“I found them in the sauna together!” You look at Kate, “and they were... you know...” 

“Naked? Well that´s usually the scenario in the sauna, (Y/N).” She laughs. 

“I mean yeah they were naked, but they were... being close, intimate!” 

Kate is obviously not catching what you're trying to say. 

“They were fucking, Bishop.” Yelena says as she enters the kitchen. “Carol has pretty high sex drive since she´s ‘off planet’ most of the time.”  

“Oooh!” Kate says as she understands you now, but she does not look shocked. 

“So, they are like friends with benefits kind of a thing?”  

“If you want to label it, then I guess.” Yelena shrugs and you blush, imagining what you have seen earlier. 

Carol and Wanda then enter the kitchen as well, you don´t dare to look into their eyes, but you can feel that they are staring at you. You can bet anything in the world that they are also smirking. “What´s for dinner? I'm kinda hungry.” Captain Carol says. 

“You´ve just ate, Danvers!” Kate says it in a teasing way, which makes Wanda giggle and Yelena smirk. 

“But I would still eat some more, what do you say Bishop, you up for it?” the blonde one tilts her head. But even the chuckle she lets out sounds like she means it. 

You are too stunned to speak or even move a little. You see Natasha and Maria coming to the kitchen as well, hoping one of them will save you from blushing and slowly melting away. The trained spy notices your shy behavior right away. “What did you do to our little one?”  

It´s like she pushes the small ‘argument’ you had away when she sees you struggling.  

“Nothing!” Wanda says. 

“Yet.” Carol ads. 

“She just caught Danvers and Maximoff fucking in the sauna.” Yelena explains. 

You instantly want to leave the room, not that you would be uncomfortable, but you can feel yourself getting too excited, just being with these women in one room is too much to handle, talking about sex? Seeing them have sex? You´re questioning how are you still alive. 

“Detka...” Natasha starts, all eyes are on you right now. 

“Hm?” Is all you can menage to let out, hoping it would satisfy all of them, but you´re wrong, shockingly, right? The Black Widow clears her throat, and your body automatically makes you look up at her. “I didn´t meant to, I just... wanted to use the sauna and Carol with Wanda were just there um-”  

“If I clearly remember Wanda and I were both inviting you, so I don’t see the issue here.” Carol smirks at Wanda. 

You bite the inside of your cheeks, hoping it will calm you down. 

“There was a moment that I thought you would join us, malysh. And I think that you do too, am I right?” The witch knows exactly what your thoughts were about, she´s pushing you to just admit it. 

“Um- no! No, not at all. No. I was- definitely not.” you shake your head more than you should, but you can´t help it. Trying to make it more believable, but you're failing, miserably. “Not that I think you don´t look great, you do! Your bodies were- are phenomenal! But uh-” 

You are cut off by Wanda slapping Carols hand, “I told you she was staring.” 

“And I told you, she was drooling,” Carol sends you a wink and you quickly look away from her. 

“Okay, ladies. Give her a second and you,” Natasha locks eyes with you, “how about we move to couch, you will sit down and take a few deep breaths, alright detka?” The redhead smiles at you as her soft hand touches you, leading you to the living room. You can just nod, but you're happy, because Natasha doesn’t look mad or upset anymore, actually there is this look in her eyes, you can´t quite point a finger what it means, but her eyes kind of shifted somehow. 

After a few minutes of Natasha saying sweet nothings, you calm down a bit, she whispers, “It´s okay to look, you know. No need to feel shy about it. Honestly, we all do appreciate a good compliment, especially from a pretty girl like you, (Y/N).” And there it is again; your cheeks are flushed, and your heart is beating fast again. 

“How about we all help? To make you feel better, that is what you want right?” Wanda comes in, her hands slowly massaging your stiff shoulders.  

“I- I don’t want to bother you, or like-” you stutter out, your mind being a little fuzzy, you just feel tingles all around you, in you, everywhere. 

“Shhh, we promised we will help you out, so just let us.” Wanda whispers in your ear. 

“Or not and we will find our way.” Maria finally speaks. “Besides, it would not be fair, Kate already had her time with you, and we all are good friends, we share things. That´s just how it works here.”  

You look at Kate, who's now standing in front of you, looking down at you with a smile on her face, that is telling you, that she does not have any regrets of throwing you into the cage full of hungry tigers. Infact, she looks like a kid on a Christmas Eve. Suddenly, your mind is craving any touch. 

What's going on? 

‘You want this, shhh, you´re safe. Everything is okay. Just enjoy this.’ 

I want this. So much. 

‘That is right, malyshka.’ 

Wanda nods, giving a signal to the rest of the girls. Kate immediately knowing what to do, she basically sprints out of the room to get some stuff from the ‘Avengers special room’, it´s not even a minute and she's back with some ropes, wand, few straps, and handcuffs.  

It´s your first time with them, so they don’t want to overstimulate you that much. Other toys for other days. 

Maria takes the ropes and starts to tie your hands together, putting them above your head, “Keep them there.”  

“Yes, -” you stop yourself and Maria raises her eyebrow, she knows that you wanted to use your manners and address her by a title, but your little messy head does not know which one to use. 

“Sir.” She smirks and you nod a little. 

“Yes, sir,” you give her a little smile, it makes so much sense, that this is her title. 

“Already being so good?” Natasha kisses your forehead, going to the kitchen and making sure she's putting the phone in a good place for the perfect angle of her little movie. 

Lots of things are happening and you feel people touching you all over your body. Hill finishes tying your hands together and she comes to Natasha, both of them are saying something, but you can't hear at all. Your attention is now on Wanda and Kate, they are slowly tying your legs together, is hot, but adorable at the same time as the witch is teaching the young archer how to do the perfect knot. 

Carol is already without her clothes, having only a big strap on herself as she is adjusting the harness and even though you saw her naked already, you don’t think you could get enough of her. 

Suddenly there are some lips on yours, when they pull away, you notice it´s Yelena, you smile at her instinctively. She is a bit harsh, but you actually like it that way, and both of you know it. “Have fun, when you´re done here, come to my room. Understood?” 

You nod, again, “Understood, yes,” you whisper. 

Yelena just smiles a little, and slaps your cheek, which caught you off guard, but it sends shivers down your body, making your pussy even more wet. You´re positive that you´re already making so much mess. 

Carol finally comes to you and picks you up, without a word she places you on the table in the living room, making you the center of attention. But you don’t want her to let go of you, she's so warm and her strong embrace is making you feel like the most secured person in the entire milky way.  

“Don´t worry, malysh. Captain is very cuddly after sex.” Wanda sends you a wink as her and Kate finishes the tight knots on your legs. 

Natasha comes with a knife in her hand, slowly cutting through your clothes and with a slight smirk she says with such a rasp in her voice, “who wants to go first?” 

THANK YOU FOR READING! 💕💕💕

This went totally different way than I wanted to, but hey, here we are :p

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myoui mina x fem!reader

warnings: sexism(?), smut, degradation, pregnancy, mina being a pro-lifer, badly written smut, spanking, facefucking, cockslapping, breeding kink???

word count: 3,124

a/n: this is my first time ever writing smut and so it might be cringe and bad BUT HOPEFULLY ILL IMPROVE!!

The only sounds that could be heard in your room at this moment were the slapping of skin, mina's grunts, and your moans. The room was hot, like a sauna almost, there was sweat dripping down the skins of both you and mina. 

“please, please, please”, please was all you could get out, your mind was all jumbled up, the pleasure you were feeling was overtaking your senses. 

“yeah, you like that? hm? you like it when i fuck you like this?" all you could do was moan in response as mina kept pounding into you. 

the only thing you could focus on was mina's huge cock filling you up, you had just gotten onto birth control which meant that mina was now fucking you raw for the first time. You didn't think it’d feel this different, feel this much better. You could feel the veins on her cock rubbing inside you as she entered and exited you. you could feel the tip of her cock kissing your cervix and it made your eyes roll to the back of your head every time, you swore nothing could beat the feeling. 

for some reason she felt so much bigger inside you without a condom, it felt almost like your first time (which was with her). the pleasurable pain of her practically splitting you open with her cock. The feeling was too good, it truly felt amazing.

“fuckfuckfuck im coming, fuck. you gonna take my load hm? gonna let me fill you up?” mina said, lost in pleasure as she quickened her pace if that was even possible with how fast she was going.

“yes, yes, please mina please cum inside me i need it.” you said feeling yourself get more turned on by her dirty words as you moaned more and louder. 

almost right after you said that mina came, she reached her hand down to rub at your clit while she continued thrusting into you. The feeling of her warm load entering you along with the extra stimulation at your clit sent you flying over the edge along with her. 

after both of you finished, mina collapsed on top of you and turned you along with herself to the side so that her weight was now on the bed but her dick still buried inside you. 

“can i just stay inside, please?” mina asked in the most innocent voice making you question weather this was the same girl who was fucking you raw and whispering dirty things into your ear just moments before. 

hearing her say it like that, you couldn't help but nod and bury your head in her covered chest. whenever you two had sex mina never undressed fully, sure she’d take off her pants but she hated taking off her shirt. you assumed it was just insecurity about her breasts (it's not) so you never really pushed her on it and accepted it how it was.

soon enough you had both fallen asleep minas cock still deep inside you stopping her semen from fully exiting you. you woke up from your little nap with mina by hearing the front door of your house open. ‘fuck’ was all you could think as you quickly woke mina up telling her your dad was home and that she needed to leave. she quickly got up and dressed herself as she left from the window in your room right before your dad entered. you held your phone up to your face as you pretended to have been using your phone when he entered. 

“hey, just wanted to let you know your mom won't be home ‘till late so don't bother waiting for her.” 

“yeah, okay.”

myoui mina, the most popular person in your school, was more of a popular guy though. her condition of being intersex was well known to everyone in your school including the guys in turn making almost all her friends guys. and mina? she was the definition of a male, there was no other way to describe her. She played video games all day, refused to cook or clean after herself because of course her mom pampers her and treats her like a prince(ss), and you once even walked in on her comparing sizes with her friend(she was indeed bigger). seeing that sight you were obviously bewildered because wtf?? but in response she just told you to leave and that you wouldn't get it.

before you two even dated she had slept with almost all the girls in your school, and you two started dating sophomore year. mina was basically a guy, called the girls who slept around whores but she herself? She obviously wasn't a whore because she had a dick.

you, being the most popular girl (discluding mina), it was only obvious for you to date mina, and who wouldn't fall for her. not only did she not lack in looks or sizes she was also funny and cute and she somehow managed to woo you. you two were the it couple of your school, the most popular girls in the school were dating. Obviously everyone loved it, all the guys were in love with you and girls were in love with mina so it only made sense for you two to date. more than that though, you genuinely loved mina, no matter her boyish personality you still loved her so much. so much so that you gave your virginity to her.

that was another thing mina loved about you, you were clean. a virgin, never been touched by anyone other than her, it made her happy that you weren't a whore like the other girls at school. 

your dad never really liked your relationship with mina especially after catching her balls deep inside of you. obviously(and thankfully) she covered you instead of herself because other than her dick she was fully dressed. she pulled out of you, her dick still out and bowed to your father apologizing to him. your dad never wanted you to date anyone, he never wanted to see ‘his little girl’ hurt, and after seeing mina fucking you first hand he wasnt that happy. 

other than his protectiveness though, your dad was pretty chill with mina and compared to the other people you had brought home you would probably say he disliked mina the least. because you were serious with mina and planned a future with her you were really happy she was the one your dad liked the most. even though you knew that if you were to marry mina she’d probably make you a stay at home mom you didn't mind that for now, there was still a long way to marriage and by then you could probably reason something out with her.

It has been a couple weeks since you and mina did it for the first time without protection and you haven't been feeling very well. whenever you had sex with mina if she squeezed or touched your boobs it'd hurt a lot more than it’d pleasure you, your chest was much more sore and you had a lot of nausea. you knew what it was when you noticed your period wasn’t coming. panicked you called up your best friend camila. 

“hey, can you get a pregnancy test and come over to my house real quick?” you spoke into your phone a bit panicked

“what?”

“I'll tell you when you get here.” you said before hanging up on her, thoughts were rushing through your head, what were you gonna do if it was positive. you decided that if it was positive then you would have to abort it, you had to for the sake of your future. 

As soon as camila arrived you explained what had happened and that you had no clue how this could've happened. 

“how long had you been on birth control for when you first did it without protection?” was the first thing camila asked after you explained the situation.

“uhh, I think a day or two?” you said unsure of the exact day.

“are you dumb or are you dumb?! did you even listen to what the doctor said when you were given birth control??? you're supposed to wait a week!” she said in disbelief at your lack of knowledge.

“I know I know but mina kept on insisting, she said that condoms were uncomfortable and she wanted to be closer to me. and she told me the other girls she had been with let her do it early into taking birth control.” 

“you idiot, you never listen when a guy says stuff like that”

“but mina's a girl so it’s different.” you responded meekly

“you and i both know that there is no difference, mina is a literal guy.'' camila said and you knew you couldn't argue with that. 

before you knew it 5 minutes had passed and when you picked up the pregnancy test and it read positive you almost cried. 

“I have to call mina, we have to figure out where, when, and how we’ll abort it.” you said as you picked up your phone to call mina.

you called her and told her it was something really important and that she needed to come right now. she came pretty quick, and really worried. she didn't think she had ever biked faster, your panicked voice sent a whirlwind of thoughts through her head, thoughts on what could have happened. after you ended the call with mina, camila left telling you that this was probably something you should tell her alone. 

when you heard the knocking at your front door you ran down and dragged mina up to your bedroom locking the door. 

“mina, I'm pregnant.” you said as soon as you turned to face her, the look on her face after those words left your mouth was unreadable. 

“we have to figure out how to get rid of it quickly, and we have to do it without my parents finding out.” you continued on what you were saying. 

“what? you wanna kill my baby??” mina said in disbelief, all you could think was ‘fuck’. 

If you knew she’d wanna keep the baby you never would've told her and just have gotten rid of it by yourself. judging by how she is, the thought that she’d wanna keep the baby never crossed your mind. this had to be a joke, a sick fucking joke. If mina wanted to keep the baby no matter what you said that meant you’d have to keep the baby. 

“mina, please, it's not even developed yet. we’re both still high schoolers, not even adults, we can't provide for a child. you don't have a job, where would we even stay, we can't keep a child at my house for sure. please just let me abort it, please.” you said practically begging her to let you abort it. 

“are you fucking serious?! you’re seriously trying to kill my baby. I don't give a fuck as to what you think either because that’s my kid too. you are not allowed to kill my baby, i can't even believe you would even think of it.'' mina said shouting at you, usually you would stay calm and diffuse the situation but you were upset too. who was she to say that you couldn't abort it. 

“yes, im ‘fucking serious’ i have things i want to do things in my life too. I cant reach my dreams if i have a fucking kid!” you said yelling back at mina, you werent gonna compromise on this.

“you were literally made to bear children, why can't you just keep the baby and then we can move on. your life isn't the only one that’ll be affected, it’s my child too! and why are you even questioning whether I'll take care of it or not? I can get us an apartment and we can raise the baby together like a family. you can stay at home and take care of the baby while I provide for the two of you. I've always wanted to be a father and now I'm finally getting the chance so why are you trying to take this away from me!” 

hearing mina’s response calmed you down a little and made you start thinking about it, maybe you two could raise a baby together. mina seemed so passionate about having a baby so maybe she’d change once it was born. 

“fine, I'll keep it.”

mina didn't think she’d ever been happier, she leaped to kiss your lips and pick you up. she was going to be a father! she spun you around as she kissed you then finally she put you down after she realized that it might affect the baby. 

the happy innocent moment ended pretty quick though, mina smashed her lips onto yours again and started walking you towards the wall of your room. you felt her tongue prodding at your lips demanding entry into your mouth which you willingly gave. as you continued making out you felt something poking at your leg, already knowing what it was you starting groping it. mina moaned into your mouth in response to you touching her cock through her sweatpants. 

you unzipped her pants and pulled her cock out through the hole in her boxers, starting to fully pump her length. almost as soon as you did this mina shoved you down to the ground and you moaned at the action. she held her dick in one hand and her other hand threaded through your hair. she guided your face to her cock and you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out as you knew she liked it when you did that. 

to your surprise she slapped you with her cock, she had never cockslapped you before. but you knew you wouldn't mind it if she did it again. she slapped your cheek again before shoving her length down your throat. she pulled your face off of her cock almost as soon as you registered what had just happened. she did it again, and again, and again. you found this so incredibly hot, she was using you as if you were a fleshlight, not caring for your pleasure at all. 

with every thrust into your mouth, her balls slapped into your chin. as this went on your jaw and the back of your throat started to hurt from the abuse. tears were streaming down your face and you were gagging non stop, choking on her dick. 

mina thought you were prettiest like this, her prettiest little slut. your gags and chokes were stimulating mina more than you ever would've thought. she kept up her impossible pace and at one point she had wrapped her hand around your throat only to feel herself inside of your throat. the feeling of your throat bulging with her cock almost made her cum right then and there. she was too big for your tiny little self, the thought boosted her ego up to the clouds. she reached down to your hand that was on her hip and guided it to your throat so you too could see how badly she was violating you. 

seeing your eyes widen when you felt the bulge in your throat was what did it for her. she held your head down against her pelvis that was still covered by her boxers until she fully finished down your throat. you almost didn't have to swallow with how far down she had shot her cum.

when she pulled out of your mouth, she was still rock hard, the thought of fucking you had kept her up. she pulled you up from the floor by your hair and picked you up to throw you on the bed. she pulled down both your panties and pants at once and then spread your legs apart as she stood between them. she lowered her hand down to touch your cunt and she let out a chuckle when she did.

“you’re already this wet and you haven't even been touched once?” she said in a condescending tone laughing at you. 

“shut up.”

“I'm gonna make sure you regret saying that.” mina said and as soon as the last word left her mouth, she bottomed out into you. You let out a gasp at the feeling of her entering you all at once so quickly. she immediately started a fast pace not letting you get used to the feeling of her, causing a mix of pain and pleasure.

your moans were uncontrollable as she pounded into you. she suddenly flipped you over so that your stomach was now on the bed and then she pulled your legs up, manhandling you onto all fours. after doing that she again started thrusting into you faster than ever, this position allowing her to go deeper inside you. she kept on thrusting into you, at one point she had found your g-spot, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as she repeatedly hit it. 

“yeah, you like that? you like it when i fuck you like the whore you are?” she said in between grunts as she slapped your ass. 

you let out a moan in response to this, who knew pain could feel so pleasurable?

“I asked you a question slut!” she said, spanking you harder.

“yes! yes, mina i love it when you fuck me w-with your big c-cock!” you said in a high pitched tone as mina continued to fuck you, grunting in satisfaction at your response.

soon enough you could feel yourself about to cum and mina along with you. 

“cumming! I-imgonnacum!”

“me too babe, I'm gonna cum inside, gonna fuck twins into you. said you don't want my baby 'm gonna give you twins, whore.'' mina moaned out as she went faster, her finger on your clit increasing along with her pace

she leaned down and latched her mouth onto one of your breasts, making sure to be careful with them as she knew they were sensitive due to the pregnancy. she swirled her tongue around the bud as she lightly sucked. the stimulation was too much for you and before you knew it you came along with her. as you came down from your high you felt mina fingering you, and when you looked down you saw her scraping all the cum that had come out and pushing it back into you. 

“you know, i'm honestly really happy you decided to keep the baby, i can't wait to have mini mes running around our house.'' mina said as she laid down next to you, a smile tugged at your lips as you imagined that, maybe keeping the baby was for the best.

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love the headcanonss!! Could you write a fic about viktor getting upset over dysphoria and shutting down please?? :)) no pressure, just when you have time!! Thanks salad!!

Here you go! We're ignoring all of canon timeline for this to make sense, I just want them to be getting along and in the mansion so shhhh

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Word Count: 1136

Summery: Viktor is regressed and struggling with dysphoria. Klaus helps by giving him the boy-est of boy experiences: playing in the mud.

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Today was an icky day, Viktor decided as he looked at his reflection in the mirror of his bedroom. He knew he should cover it up with a blanket, that’s what big-him did when looking in the mirror made him feel bad, but he couldn’t help but stare at himself. He had woken up regressed and floaty, so he got into his comfy little clothes; a brown sweater with a puppy on it, black shorts, and mis-matching white and blue socks. He didn’t feel so floaty anymore. His legs looked too big in the shorts and he didn’t wanna wear his binder because it hurt, so he could see the faint outline off his chest under the sweater.

He didn’t look like a boy. Even his face didn’t look like a boy’s face. He didn’t really look like a kid either, he looked like a tired adult like Diego and Allison. His haircut helped a little, but it wasn’t good enough. 

Other people probably wouldn’t think he was a boy if they saw him. That made something in his chest hurt. He didn’t really know why, because when he was actually little he didn’t care about that, but it made him sad now. Did his siblings think he was a boy when they saw him? The thought of them not thinking he was a boy made him feel even worse, because he loved them and he cared what they thought way more than random people. 

He needed an answer. He tore his eyes away from the mirror and walked down the hallway, scanning doors for anyone who might be around. His sibling’s rooms were all open and empty, which meant they were either staying somewhere else or having breakfast in the kitchen, so he decided to stop there next. 

The rest of the mansion seemed to be empty on his way down to the kitchen, which made him feel a little nervous. What if there was no one to look after him or talk to? He supposed he could talk to Pogo or Mama Grace, but they wouldn’t understand him. Pogo was too old for that and Mama Grace was a robot, so she didn’t know.

To his relief, someone was home. Sitting with their legs swung up on the kitchen table and eating a piece of plain toast was Klaus, reading something on their phone.

“Um… Klaus?”

Klaus looked up from their phone, took one look at his outfit, and gave him a big grin. “Well good morning, kiddo! Wake up small?”

Viktor nodded. He stared at the floor and fiddled with the hem of his sweater. “Klaus, I… have a question.” 

Klaus turned to give them their full attention, smile turning into a curious look. “Sure buddy, go ahead. I mean, as long as it’s not about the Birds and the Bees I—“

“Do you guys actually think I’m a boy?” He blurted. He could barely bring himself to look at Klaus’ reaction. They looked surprised, and Viktor didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing. Hopefully it wasn’t bad. He bit his bottom lip to stop it from wobbling.

After a moment of silence Klaus snapped out of their stunned daze. “Oh buddy, of course we do! What mean thoughts brought this on, honey?”

Klaus seemed like they were telling the truth, but he still didn’t feel better. “I don’t… feel like a real boy. I don’t look like one, an’ I don’t really do boy stuff.”

Klaus got up from the table and bent down in front of him. “Well now that’s just not true! I’m looking at you and I see the handsomest boy in the world. And what’s “boy stuff”?”

Viktor thought about it for second, then shrugged sheepishly. “I dunno… playin’ with cars an’ in dirt or something?”

“Playing in dirt, hm?” Klaus rubbed their chin dramatically, like they were thinking really hard. “I have an idea,” They said with a cheeky grin, “How about you get your swim trunks on and a shirt you’re okay with getting dirty, then come meet me in the courtyard, ok?”

“Oh, um… Ok.”

-

When he went out into the courtyard, dressed in his fishy swim trunks and black rashguard, the sun was bright and warm. It had been sad and rainy for the last few days, so Viktor was glad to see the it come out. Klaus was dressed in their own swim trunks and had a sprinkler and hose in their arms and a big bag of dirt at their feet.

“What are we doing?” Viktor asked curiously.

“You’ll see! Patience, grasshopper.” They said. They connected the hose to the nearby faucet and turned it on, creating a little river in the grass. Next, they grabbed the bag of dirt and tore it open. Viktor’s eyes widened as they dumped the entire bag onto the ground. Were they allowed to do that?

Klaus began spraying the pile with the hose, turning the loose dirt into a soupy puddle. Once they were satisfied they connected the hose to the sprinkler. “You, my friend, are about to experience the boy-est of all activities! Playing in the mud!” 

Viktor shrieked as the sprinkler sprayed him with cold hose water and he scrambled away through the muddy puddle, getting it all over his feet. He stared at them, then up at Klaus. Was this okay?

“That’s the spirit!” They encouraged, and to Viktor’s shock, they dropped back-first into the mud without hesitation. “C’mon little bro! Join me, you know you want to!”

He smiled. It did look kinda fun. He inched closer to the puddle and squeaked in surprise as Klaus’ muddy hand grabbed his own and pulled him in with them. He gasped as the cold mud splashed all over him, getting onto his hands, legs, face, everywhere. 

A small smile grew on his face, because he was being so bad right now. Dad would have yelled at him for making a mess, for being so unladylike. The thought made him feel like he was full of electricity. He felt so free, so happy, sitting in a puddle of muck in the courtyard. He looked up at Klaus, grinning widely.

“Mud fight!” He cried, and splashed a handful of mud onto them.

“Oh, you’re on kiddo!”

-

Viktor didn’t know how long they spent outside splashing each other and making mud pies with rocks and leaves, but by the time they were finished they were both covered in mud from head-to-toe. It was in his hair, in his ears, under his nails, and he couldn’t have been happier.

“Alright, quick! Get in the shower before Pogo catches us!” Klaus hurried, and Viktor ran off with a giggle, leaving a trail of muddy footprints behind him.

“…Before Pogo catches us doing what, Master Klaus?”

[crabsxdragons]

[23:13]

warning: mature content

He wasn’t expecting a completely dark home when he opened the door this evening. But here he is, trying to make his way to the bedroom without hitting any furniture on the way. His baby is home, he knows it.

Sleeping perhaps?, he thought.

He couldn’t be more wrong-

The dancing silhouette in his bedroom says otherwise. The figure dances in the dark, a familiar silhouette created by the light streaming through the window. The person is completely oblivious to his presence, moving in a teasing manner, lost in whatever music is playing through the earphones.

He cleared his throat, adjusting his position as he leans on the doorframe, arms crossed in front of his chest.

As his gaze focuses more and more on the body, not on the movements it makes, the performer turns around-

A gasp breaks the silence.

“You’re back”, followed by a tiny voice, almost a whisper.

He licked his lips, making his way closer.

“Yes, darling”

“How long have you been standing there?”, the earphones are off, his gaze lands on the pair of ears getting redder by the second.

He pretended to think, “hm… long enough to say that you are an incredible dancer, not long enough to see the entire performance”

“You weren’t supposed to see that”, the pout that came with the statement made him laugh.

He moved closer, trapping his little dancer with his arms and the dresser.

“Oh but it’s a pleasure for me to see that, darling”, his whispered.

He licked his lips again, feeling thirsty out of nowhere. His eyes darts to the pair of soft lips in front of him, calling out his name.

“How was your day?”, he almost didn’t catch the question, too lost inside the thought of a certain pair of lips against his.

“Exponentially better after that private performance of yours”

“Goodness, I wish there was a way to make you forget you ever saw that”, he could sense the embarrassment with a hint of frustration.

He was doing a great job holding in the urge to claim the lips in front of him, until someone’s teeth started chewing on it-

-and he lost it.

Another gasp fills the room as their lips collide. Bodies flush against each other. His lips moves passionately. He is hungry- no, starving. Hands are all over the place, feeling every curve his little dancer has. He gives no mercy, no time to breathe. Why breathe in oxygen when this person is the air he breathes?

Feeling a gentle push on his chest, he pulls away slightly, breathing heavily.

“I- I need to breathe”, he responded with a smirk, followed by a kiss on the forehead.

“You should take a shower, it’s late”

He was amused at the attempt to distract him from what he wants, “only if you join me, love”

The pair of eyes glaring him at him sent him laughing, “don’t- no, please stop doing that”

“Do what? I’m not doing anything, darling”, he teased more.

“Just go shower already, I’ll wait for you in bed”, and another gentle push on his chest.

He place a kiss on the neck, whispering, “I’ll see you in bed, baby”

“-hopefully with nothing on”

note:

hi everyone! i am well aware that i have not posted anything in two years. i sincerely apologize for that, and i am apologizing in advance because i can not promise you that i will be posting regularly in the future. anyways, ya girl is a doctor now. i hope that could explain my absence (sorry). here’s a little something i wrote, because apparently i daydreamed a bit too hard and this scene has been stuck in my mind ever since. take care! please stay happy and healthy ✨

[astraysimp]

Hi besties! I want to try writing fics/drabbles and such! They might not be that good but hopefully they'll get better over time! Any interest interaction is appreciated🥺🩷

Warnings: fluff, gender neutral reader(slightly fem!implied)🩷

Matching Halloween Costumes with SKZ -Hyung line

Bang chan:

Y/n was relaxing at home in their living room awaiting Chan's arrival from the store. Halloween was soon approaching and y/n KNEW they and Chan had to have matching costumes, it was only fitting. Mulling it over in their head...y/n had found the perfect costumes for them. The costumes being little red riding hood and the big bad wolf( of course)! They had already bought the costumes-giggling to themselves- and had the bag sitting on their couch, next to them.

Whilst scrolling through their phone, y/n heard the apartment door open and shoes being thrown off,gently. Their lover boy was home, Chan! "Muffin, you home? Where are you?" Chan had called out, peering into the kitchen before spotting them on the couch. "Hi bubs, have a good day," y/n asked with a gentle smile on their face, lovingly gazing at Chan.

" I did, I did.....but what's in the bag, babes? Buy yourself something?," Chan had pondered as he spotted the bag on the couch. "Oh this,it's not just for me.....it's for us," they told chan while giggling and waving the bag in the air ,before setting it down. He raised his eyebrows in confusion and tilted his head," for us.....huh? It's not another matching underwear set is it?...not that I don't love the other ones!" He laughed and proceeded to sit next to his lover on their couch, trying to peer into the bag. "Yah! It's not....it's not matching underwear again...though that DOES make me want to buy another set,I knew you loved them. But....it's actually matching Halloween costumes for us!Look! I picked PERFECT ones!

Chan laughed kissing their temple before taking the bag into his hands,"matching costumes,huh? Well let me look at what my baby picked out," he chuckled before peering at the contents of the bag," yah! Little red riding hood and the big bad WOLF?!" He gawked as he pulled the costumes out and stared at y/n wide eyed. Y/n laughed and nodded , clapping their hands. " Yeah...you know you can go full alpha wolf mode,baby! ". They threw their head back in laughter as Chan blinked in disbelief," Waahhh why not something cute huh?! You want us to go to the party with me looking like this?" He'd pouted at her and whined , waving the costume around. As they calmed down, y/n giggled and patted his head," aigoo! It was that or dressing as old people, channie." "Wah! Old people?! That's worse," chan exclaimed , shaking his head quickly. "....Just think....Seungmin would really tease you if we dressed as an elderly couple,baby." Sighing in defeat, Chan nodded," I guess little red riding hood and the big bad wolf isn't that bad, then.......awoo," he pouted as he let out the small howl.

Well....this was going to be an interesting Halloween party

Lee know :

Lee know wasn't really in it for you and him matching, not that he didn't want to, but he was excited to dress up his cats. That's what brought you to the local Halloween store.

With hands interlocked, you and Lee know were browsing the aisle of pet costumes, thinking of which ones would suit his babies. " Jagi, what do you think? What costumes suit our babies,hm?" He'd asked while looking at you. Y/n blushed and hid her face in his arm," min...baby...do you really think Soonie, Doongie and Dori will wear them,hm?" Lee know nodded while looking back at the rows of costumes on the shelves," yah! Of course...even if I have to bribe them with treats," he'd said while picking one up.

"....hm......I think Dori would make a cute little bear, yeah?" Lee know looked at you with a small smile on his face , " sure baby, sure he would ," they answered while picking up a cat sized costume for Doongie. The costume in question being a pumpkin. Did you know why it made sense for Doongie? No....but it just did, okay? Lastly came Soonie. Lee know giggled to himself picking out a Chucky costume." Hehehe jagi...look ! For Soonie!," Lee know laughed holding the costume out. "Huh? What'd you find, min?," they asked turning their head from the display of cat sized hats. "Wah! Chucky," y/n had laughed while placing a soft kiss on Lee know's cheek," ah...it does match our little menace hm? Always getting in trouble...naughty baby." They both laughed and placed the costume in their basket before walking y/n was taking him to the matching couples costume aisle." Yahhh....jagiiiii " was all you heard as you had already walked down the aisle looking at options.

Seo Changbin

This softie has it all planned out, months in advance!

Changbin giggled to himself seeing the package at the door he shared with his partner. "Babyyyyy! Love of my life, come quick!" He'd exclaimed, placing the package on the coffee table. Hearing the words 'come quick' had sent you in a panic, running down the stairs to your living room from your bedroom; where you were lightly napping. "Wah! What happened?! Are you hurt?! Are you okay?!" They panted, holding Changbin's cheeks while looking at his face for any sign of pain. "No no baby, our costumes are here!" Changbin giggled to them.

"Yah! Binnie you scared me", y/n playfully slapped his arm,"wait....costumes ? Halloween costumes,Binnie ?" Changbin smiled brightly and nodded quickly," yes yes! Our matching costumes! They're here, I picked them out and now we can be the cutest couple!" He had clapped his hands before pulling the costumes out, the costumes in question being Peter Pan and Tinkerbell. Y/n smiled knowing how happy her Binnie was in his choice and kissed his cheek," it is pretty cute , Binnie. Good pick." They smiled at him and examined the articles of clothing for their costumes," we're going to be heard to beat, wearing these and looking cute , huh, Binnie," y/n asked while hugging him around the waist. Changbin could only nod and kiss their nose with a gentle hum," well win the contest for sure."

Y/n chuckled and peered up at Changbin through their eyelashes," this isn't just for you to show off your muscles, is it bin " they teased and softly rubbed his back. " yah! No...never....just thought we'd be cute," he pouted and jutted his lower lip out. Giggling softly and reaching up to pinch his cheeks, y/n teased " aw Binnie! I know , my big baby! How do you get so much cuter hm?" With eyes full of love , he peered down at them," waahhh stoopppp," he whined before burying his face in their neck." We'll definitely win, especially with this cutie," y/n giggled , whispering to themself.

Hwang Hyunjin

You and Hyunjin had it all planned, down to making charts to decide what you two were going to dress as. There was no funny business when it came to costumes. It was a tradition you'd built since the beginning of your relationship: picking fashion icon matching costumes. And this year was morticia and Gomez from the Addams family. Not only were you and hyunjin madly in love with each other in the way that Morticia and Gomez were, they are both fashion icons.

You and hyunjin not taking jokes, decided to go all out and ordered specially made costumes for the occasion, although the costumes were perfectly suited for any fancy event. The acting so madly in love and infatuated with each other was easy as cake- you were like that daily. However, getting the full looks together would take some time. Hyunjin was no stranger to having hair and makeup on due to being in Stray Kids , and neither were you, since you enjoyed dolling yourself up. Something about this occasion made it different though and maybe it was because you both knew it was for your matching costumes, that your makeup and hair would coincide. Maybe it was the fact that you would be getting ready together, hyunjin letting you do his hair and makeup for him, that made you both a little more giddy.

Whatever it was, you were both ready to perfect your looks and win the best couple's costume contest. So, the night of the party , there you two were. Dressed to the nines in your specially made costumes, adorned in makeup and hair so carefully done. Waiting and waiting for the host to announce the winner, you'd both hoped to win but would be okay if you didn't. It was all worth it , spending your night with hyunjin by your side , looking as amazing as ever and gazing at you with love filled eyes, the same way Gomez looked at Morticia. "......and the winner of this year's contest is....Hyunjin and y/n as Morticia Addams! Congratulations!" All of a sudden, you and hyunjin were shuffling toward the front, doting smiles as everyone cheered and clapped for you two."I told you we'd win," Hyunjin had whispered as he placed a kiss to the crown of your head ,before smiling for the picture.

I hope you enjoyed this! If you all like it enough, I'll write the Maknae line , as well!☻

[cemeteryspider]

A Healing Touch~ Pt. 2

Rex-Splode! Rex Sloan x Superpowered! Reader

Summary: Rex continues to heal, and your bond is strengthened.

Trigger Warnings: Injury and Emotional Distress

Word Count: 1181

Your head leaned off the back of the chair and your hand was still resting on Rex's when the doors to the room slid open.

"Eve?!" Rex's near shout shook you from your sleep and you sat up quickly, "Hey! What's up?"

They fell into a familiar rhythm, one that you were starkly left out of. Silently you stood up and started to make your way out to the hallway, hoping to avoid any interaction you could with the famous Atom Eve.

"This is um, Y-..." Rex wracked his brain for your name and couldn't seem to find it, which made sense given his head injury.

"My name's Y/n, and it's an honor to meet you, Atom Eve" Rex smiled and jumped right back into the conversation with Eve.

"She was reading this book to me, and it was actually pretty good, ya know, the stuff I heard before I fell asleep..." With a quick signal to Rex, you made your leave.

~~~

You started your long walk around the hospital. Looking around at the sterile white walls and the people rushing around you wondered where your dad was at this moment.

You walked to the roof where you sat down near the door and let the wind brush across your face with a tender whip. For the first time in about a week, you saw the sun setting in the sky and let yourself take a deep breath.

"Hey Y/n" You heard Eve's sweet voice behind you, and saw out of the corner of your eye that she sat next to you, "Thank you for taking such good care of Rex, I know he's a handful"

"Atom Eve? Can I ask you a question?" You heard her giggle from beside you.

"Please just call me Eve no need for formalities if there are any, and yeah, shoot"

"No, never mind, it's stupid..."

"Rex and I are not a thing... at least not anymore" You look at her with a shocked look on your face, and again she giggled, "He was talking about you, how you didn't leave his side. I think he was waiting for you to come back because every time the door opened he looked hopefully at the person until he realized it wasn't you"

You felt a heat spread across your face and a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. She grabbed your phone out of your hands and typed her name and number into your contacts.

"Well I have to go, I'll see you later. Text me if you ever need anything" You gave her a little wave and she flew away with pink energy blasting her from the rooftop.

~~~

When you made your way back to Rex's room, you saw his face light up just like Eve said he was.

"I was afraid you weren't coming back" His smiling face hid the drop in his voice when he said the word afraid.

"I'm not going anywhere until you're better or until you get sick of me" You laughed and sat in the seat next to him looking at the two trays of food on his bedside table.

"Good I'm not eating this food alone, they even gave us extra jello!" You saw him grab the little cup and his hands shook a little as he moved to take a bite.

~~~

"Not that I'm complaining, but why are you here?" He asked. The lights were dim and you were deciding on what music you wanted to play.

"Hm, oh, well I have healing powers, and simply being in the room with you helps you heal" His eyebrows scrunched together a little bit, but your eyes were trained on the ground.

"Oh, that's cool"

"Yeah, if you want to try some more localized therapies I can try," You looked into his eyes and he swiftly looked away.

"Yeah, I mean if you want to, but maybe tomorrow, I'm a little tired" His eyes were trained on his one hand, twisting the bedsheets between his fingers.

"Yeah! Definitely! Do you want me to read to you?"

"No, no, I'm good tonight" He shifted his body so he was facing away from you.

"Okay then, Goodnight Rex" No response.

~~~

A couple of days came and went in relative silence before Eve came back to the hospital, and Rex told her what you said.

"They really care about you, ya know," She told him honestly, she saw you when Rex was still out cold. The worried look you would shoot at him before you left the room. Or when she would stand outside the door watching your hands hover above his torso emitting a glowing aura that she knew was speeding up his healing process.

Once he heard this he felt a little stupid. It didn't matter why you were here but that you were here. You were helping him. You wanted to help him.

"Eve..."

"Hmm"

"I think I like them" A smile crept across Eve's face. Despite his horrible betrayal of her trust, she still wanted Rex to be happy. He did help her after all, and kind of saved the world in the process. During their last chat, he even acknowledged his wrongdoings and how much of a dick he has been.

"I think you should get to know them first, but I also think you'd be really cute together"

~~~

"Hey Y/n, I want to try that localized treatment thingy you were talking about," You jumped at the opportunity to interact with Rex, who had been a little distant the past couple of days.

"Yeah, just tell me if anything gets painful okay?"

"Okay"

You extended a gentle hand over his chest and made eye contact with Rex who seemed to be absorbed in your small movement.

A soft golden light cast a warm glow over the room. Your face contorted in concentration, channeling all of your energy into Rex to heal his injuries.

Slowly Rex's mind clears, and the energy you channeled into him was spreading a mellowness through his body. He felt his right eye and right side of his head tingle. He could almost feel the skin stitching itself back together, his brain rebuilding its squishy tissue, and his eye clearing itself.

You slowly move your hand away as the light stops emitting from your skin. Nothing was fully healed yet, but the immediate relief he felt was something he hadn't realized he was missing.

You fell back into your chair and he quickly sat up reaching out for you.

"Don't worry I'm okay, just a little drained is all" A yawn escaped your lips despite your silent protests.

"I'm so sorry, come here" Your brows knitted together, but he just reached out his hand and pulled you into the small hospital bed next to him.

"No, you're still healing"

"Shh, this will be nice for both of us, just rest"

"Just for a little, okay?"

"Just for a little" He leaned back against the pillows and you gently draped your arm over his chest, curling into his side. 

[badlydrawnbabydirk]

Are we allowed to ask system questions?? Don’t feel pressured to of course but I want to know if you have like- advice, for someone who is trying to figure that kind of stuff out, especially for someone who does not have a lot of support around them to help figure it out?? Hope you’re having a good day at least!!

\\ gonna answer this outside the qna— i cant say that id be great at advice but sure!

my discovery was very recent, so the best i can give you is just what i went through,, i just kinda took notice of weird happenings (saying/thinking stuff that didnt sound like me, gaps in memory, weird things that happened in the past, etc.) and was like.. hm. i never thought i was plural, thought it was just my undiagnosed adhd and identity issues,, but when i brought it to other people who were plural they were like hmm yeah thats what we went thru and i was like. whart. huh.

still wasn’t completely sold though obviously, its weird and distressing at first, thinking that maybe it isnt just you around— that there could be several people, and people who could have been around for years and you just never knew. its crazy what your brain does to prevent you from seeing and realizing it. but i was like okay whatever lets give this a shot, gonna ignore how weird it feels, and i leaned into it. made pluralkit profiles for who i had a hunch was around, used them whenever i would have those weird episodes, or when others would notice, and it felt right. i cant really describe it besides something genuinely clicked in my brain. i fucking felt it, it was crazy.

eventually it became more obvious that this wasnt just,, me yk. it gets confusing when you dont have super strong amnesia like me, but eventually the line between you and the others gets clearer and clearer. like ive said before, your brain had spent so long convincing you that youre just one person that its hard to untangle it. things will feel wrong, or like youre faking it, but you just gotta give it time. everything makes so much sense to me now, and it just feels so right now, like i finally realized this piece of me that had been missing!!

hopefully you can pull some good stuff out of my experience, but if i had any specific advice to give, itd be to just take it slow! things probably wont come to you immediately, it slowly unravels like i said. its like,, looking into a keyhole at first, and thinking that thats all youll ever see! but eventually the door swings open and you realize and discover so much more! i started out only noticing when others were around cause of how id type, and now i can feel them and even see them in my minds eye(? headspace basically.) so just give it time, be patient with yourself, and be kind to yourself. youll wanna doubt yourself, youll wanna think youre faking it, (its kinda a collective experience from what ive seen), but just remember— no one goes through this much to fake something. if it feels real to you, you should look into it and experiment! and if it doesnt turn out you're plural/a system, there was no harm in playing around with the idea, and you learned something about yourself at the end of the day!! hope this helps <33

[acollapsar]

@kalihanded said: time stopped. the curtain falls, and there is darkness. naught shall he recount; a perilous abyss consumed his consciousness. in this vastness, his spirit is adrift, wading through thickly dense fogs in search for a guiding light. day and night did not exist. nor did his physical senses. wandering endlessly, automatically, for a beacon. an allure. something tangible and real to guide him back to the surface. ears heed a distant sound of an opened door. his consciousness follows it, gradually stirring from his comatose state. bleary eyes could not decipher his whereabouts; pupils slowly scan his surroundings. where was his god? his— “ Prince soma ! “ cried Agni, sudden adrenaline rush musters his strength to nearly sit upright, but the severity of his wounds were too much to bear. he winces and recoils in pain, carefully lying back down. he gathers his bearings, eyes squeezing shut. manifesting some small form of composure, his eyelids open, wearily glancing toward his friend. “ Is the prince… safe from harm? ”

So fragile... It never ceased to amaze the demon exactly how fragile the human body actually was. Despite knowing it fully well, there were times when even he had to remind himself lest his own strength might knock someone out for good. But this? While he himself had nothing to do with his friend's poor state, he could not help but find himself admiring Agni's condition - as strange as that sounds.

Anybody else would have come to their demise, surely. Yet Agni remained alive; asleep but alive. How his body was working overtime day and night to keep the indian butler alive - hopefully long enough for him to eventually wake up. His wounds had been severe, to say the least. Had Sebastian been a simple human, he probably would have thanked God for arriving at the scene in time to save him.

Laying and healing in a comfortable bed at Miss Sullivan's residence, Agni had remained there for weeks. Unfortunately, neither Sebastian nor his master had had the time to linger about to see to his full recovery, considering they had had very pressing matters at hand at the time. And... sadly, there would not come a time when they could come to visit. Until now.

A lot has happened since then. Being on the run from the authorities meant keeping a low profile while figuring out the next step of their plan. With the Phantomhive staff, Mister Lau and Rao-Mao having departed on their own missions, it was still too risky for the Earl and his butler to freely roman the streets of London before making their own departure for Brighton.

While they trusted Agni under Miss Sullivan's care, what kind of an Earl would his master be if he didn't managed to make at least one check-in on the patient before departing?

“ ... Hm? ” The demon's ears caught the sudden increase of breathing, the rush of blood pumping in Agni's veins as his body began to stirr awake. Sebastian glanced over at the bed, and he could have sworn he saw the exact same moment Agni finally came to - before he had even sat up.

He blinked in surprise, his crimson gaze calmly rested on his newly awakened friend as he moved over to stand by his bedside - a gloved hand coming out to gently rest on his shoulder.

“ Mister Agni, ” He began, keeping his own voice low and calm in an attempt to keep the other calm as well. “ Please, do remain calm. You've been through quite a lot, and even a sturdy body as yours needs the rest. ” A small but evident smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and he could have sworn it was sincere - a result of him actually being relieved to see the other butler alive and awake.

As for the Prince however... It was probably for the best if Sebastian refrained from answering that question. At least right now. After all... Sebastian does not lie.

[rayless-reblogs]

For the author ask game, 5 and/or 11?

5: How do you know when a story is "done"?

Hm, that's a good one... I've often started projects without a strict outline, but I don't think I've ever gone into a long project not knowing how it ends. But that's not quite what the question is.

Even if you know exactly how things are ending, there's still the question of "When have I written enough?" And I definitely have trouble with endings! Like I said last week or so, I want a story to have closure, but I never want it to feel too pat. Having an ending too wrapped up and perfect feels very artificial to me, and I enjoy some elements of ambivalence and ambiguity even as things close -- this issue wasn't resolved ideally, this thing could still happen, A was solved but B was a byproduct of it. The fanfic-writer in me likes the idea of fairly open endings, because that gives the reader room to speculate and put their own interpretation on events.

I think for me, the ending comes when I feel like the mood is right. Obviously I need to clear up everything the story requires to be cleared up, but after that I want to make sure the tone feels right, then I can hopefully land on a memorable closing line and make my exit.

With Eola, the most recent book, I struggled with its ending for literal years. I wasn't sure what was bothering me about it except that in some vague way, I didn't know if it was enough. Without outside help, it can be hard for an author to figure out if a feeling like this is a real problem, or is it the usual creative angst of your work not living up to the unattainable ideal you saw in your head? Unfortunately, there's no measuring cup you can pour your story into to make sure all the measurements are right.

I remember talking about it to a friend whose writing sense I really trust, and they reminded me about climaxes and how somewhere, whatever's happening, the protagonist needs a moment of choice and agency. Looking back over Eola's climax, I realized I hadn't done that, meaning that not only was my protagonist's arc weaker, the climax didn't offer much catharsis, so overall there wasn't a very strong sense of the story even ending. So I went back to the climax and beefed it up.

When it came to Eola's epilogue, I'd rewritten it many times. I'd added and subtracted details, but never entirely changed the ending itself, and I'd always felt discontented with it. But because I went back a step and improved the climax, it improved the ending too. Which made me feel better about setting it down and saying, "Okay, this is done."

So the best I can say is -- it's done when it feels done? That's not useful, I know. Someone needs to invent that measuring cup. The mathematical side of writing the ending is making sure you've covered all the narrative beats you want to. But the non-mathematical, emotional side is ending when it feels right.

11: What punctuation do you love too much?

This is embarrassingly easy. The long hyphen, the em dash. I don't know why it started, or exactly when, but I do remember one of my high school teachers remarking to me, "I liked hyphens a lot at your age too." Well, I'm sorry, Mrs M, but I'm not that age anymore and I'm still drowning in hyphens. I'm making a conscious choice not to use any at this exact moment, but they fly in like darts most of the time.

I think part of it is that the em dash feels more expressive than a comma. If I write, "The Boxer heard a sound behind him, the evil pitterpat of Asher's cat," that works fine dramatically. The comma provides an adequate dramatic pause as you read. But ninety-nine times out of a hundred, I'm going to write, "The Boxer heard a sound behind him -- the evil pitterpat of Asher's cat." For me, it simultaneously pauses the reader for that dramatic beat and rushes them along, adding tension and energy.

And that's fine as far as it goes. But it goes too far. I will also throw that em dash into dialogue, and character descriptions, and onto the ends of paragraphs, and if I'm feeling really saucy, onto the front of paragraphs.

Reading my stuff over, I start to feel ridiculous. There's always a stage where I go through and try to kill as many em dashes as I can stand, making them boring little commas (ugh) or breaking lines into shorter sentences/fragments. Anything to stop there from being an Overdramatic Em Dash in literally every paragraph.

Maybe I haven't actually answered the question. Maybe I don't love the em dash. Maybe it's my greatest enemy.

Thanks for the asks!

Meme here.

[virtuissimo]

Fox Curio's Floating Bookshop: Ch. 6

Previously on:

Last episode was packed! Rabbit bookseller Espuma is visited by a magician who reads imperative, Leon. He instructs Espuma to pay more attention to messages they have been receiving on the River. Next, Mistress Jacoby visited the bookshop and ordered Espuma to stop promoting non-traditional literature, which Espuma refused to do. A fortune-teller came by and confirmed Leon's warning, and a small child learned about bisexuality. Espuma went into town and met Heli, who loves to dance, and Espuma immediately decided to host a music night with local bands with the Bookshop as a venue. Time to get to work!

LAST DAY OF BIRDSONG: NOT A MOMENT'S REST

Rueberry

Weather: 2, 5 Warm, light breeze all day. Pollen drifts in. (6)

One thing I witnessed today: word spread fast about tomorrow's music night. It was quickly becoming a potluck, with lots of animals volunteering to bring drinks and pastries. I booked three bands, promising to give them half of my proceeds from the book shop today.

I painted on the window a picture of a guitar and a reed flute, and the time they should arrive tomorrow. Hopefully it's a busy day so the word gets out!

And it was. The busiest day I'd ever had. People were filtering in and out since the moment I opened the door, and so many of them asking questions. A weasel came in and genuinely didn't know what was going on, where they were, or anything. I asked if they know what town this was, and at least they knew that much, and that he lived here. I directed him to get some medical attention, but not before promoting my music event. Gotta spread the word.

Later on, an owl came in, floating above the floorboards, I suppose to avoid making contact with the same wood the rest of us were touching. He spoke very properly.

"He-lo, Master Espuma. Your reputation precedes you."

"How could it possibly have done so?" I could sense where this own might have gotten his information.

"A colleague of mine in the archival industry has indicated the volume of obscure texts you have at your disposal. Penny Whistle is a highly respected archivist, although at times fringe in her ideas. She indicated there were books here that had been out of print and out of circulation on the River for several decades. What, pray tell, is the source of your inventory?"

"I just use the contact information left by the previous owner."

"Hm. I see." He appraised me. "Be that as it may, this is my selection for today." He placed a biography of the lighthouse keeper-- a position that had been vacant for some time-- and claimed his prize.

The heavy business was good for event promotion. It was bad because the line went out the door. Logistically, the rush was a nightmare.

One animal was complaining from start to finish. Nearly 30 minutes. He flagged me down to try to get checked out first, with no argument as to why.

"Being in a line is part of life. Live in it." I had to yell this over the line since, as should be clear, I was the only one ringing everyone up.

Once the line died down, I collapsed onto the couches for a moment. Three echidna kits came up and stared at me. They each held a children's book in their hands.

"...Are you ready to check out?" I asked. They giggled and exchanged a conspiratorial glance.

"Which one.. no you ask."

"Which one should we buy?"

"You need a recommendation?"

They nodded vigorously.

"Well, I like this one," I said, picking one up. "but you should read them a little so you can know for sure!" Delighted, they leapt onto the couch and opened their books, whispering lightly.

i got up and started putting books back in the shelves. In all the commotion, I hadn't noticed: far more books were strewn about than usual, even accounting for the increased customer volume. And when I put them back on the appointed shelves, I noticed too that everything was wrong. Biographies in fantasy, YA in crime nonfiction... a mess! While i was preoccupied someone must have shuffled everything around. I would have to spend some time unscrambling that tomorrow when I leave town.

I got other groups-- a family looking for some enrichment. The children eagerly asked if they might come to the show tomorrow, and the exhausted parents said, eh, maybe. The teen said "I'll definitely be here," although the parents didn't even acknowledge she'd spoken. The teen bought a book about the Great Sea.

Towards the end of the day, Mistress Jacoby came in again. Clearly she had heard about the music night.

"Mx. Espuma," she bellowed. "I have been disobeyed."

"I am not under your orders, Mistress Jacoby. I must remind you that I am not a citizen of Rueberry."

"You should be so lucky! I will mention to you that we have our OWN book stores and your services were never needed!:

"I shoud tell you, my services have been greatly appreciated! Today has been my busiest day yet!"

"Rueberry is full of people who love to indulge their whims. They work long, hard hours during the harvest months. As such, they lose control during the off-season. If the townspeople were to indulge every incidental desire, they would be lost .Even this small temptation of a bookshop with useless books may prove too great."

"They are free to make their own choices," I said. Mistress Jacoby gave a long slow smile.

"Of course they are." She did not make a purchase, surprising no one.

Just before closing, an elderly badger lumbered inside. They walked slowly, but not because of an aged and aching body. It was the slowness of someone afraid, perhaps of a threat or perhaps simply the threat of memory.

"How can I help you?" I asked graciously. They nearly jumped and looked shocked to see me.

"Oh... yes, why wouldn't it... Nevermind. Hello, young trader. Where did you get this shop, if I may ask?"

"The shop?" I explained its origin. My venture into the woods, the thumping beyond the glade, the dried arroyo, the beached wooden creature, the fully stocked shelves, the map and the ledger, the howling walls. I left out my despair, then my joy, then my surrender.

"My dearest Cassiopeia... My dearest love..."

"Who is Cassiopeia?"

"Oh, she was grand. This place... this was hers."

"You mean she was the previous owner? The one who abandoned the shop?"

"Abandoned... yes I suppose she did."

"What can you tell me about her?"

"So many years since I last saw this place. So many hours we spent here." I let her ramble for a few good minutes, then blurted out.

"Are you Ena?"

"She burst out laughing.

"Ena was an old woman we knew in Kiowake. We were young women then, she has been dead for many years."

"Where did you hear that name?"

"I found a note in a book saying Ena's grandson has a message for her."

"And the grandson?"

"He was a friend of ours," she said with some trepidation. "He is still alive. I believe he lives in Thistle Down now."

"Oh... I just spent Brisk there."

"Cassiopeia was convinced he would be the answer." She clicked her tongue. "Shows what she knew." I tried again.

"What can you tell me about her?" The old woman did not answer.

"It's Bloom now. You'll see her people when you get to the next town." She turned to leave.

"Wait! Who are you?"

She looked back. "I'm Nina. Don't be a stranger."

I closed the shop. I decided to leave the window decor up for another day. I went around and visited the bands to let them know about times and logistics. While I was out, I got the special book of Rueberry, Love & Lemon Myrtle, and parsnips too (-40c).

Tomorrow is the day. People stopped me on the street to express excitement. Heli's students streamed out of her dance studio, many ready to come to the event tomorrow. It was the last day before school let out. Manuka the Wallaby sat on a bench, folks told me, all day every day, and she flagged me down.

"This is a grand, happy town, but this music night is the most anticipated event of the season. What a stir you've made in just a few days!"

It really has been so fast. Rueberry is a beautiful town. Mistress Jacoby aside, the spirit of it is fantastic. I'm nervous about tomorrow, but I'm confident I'm up for the challenge!

Till: 360 Book inventory: 171 Total customers: 109

[absoluteaffirmative]

Hmm…with the update Welcome Home got, it’s got me thinking.

Thoughts are under the cut (for those who haven’t seen everything yet) (warning! long post!!!)

This kinda goes into theory/headcanon-ish territory, mostly because it’s just me trying to make sense of everything.

What if this is kinda like Bendy and the Ink Machine? The creators wanted their show to be the bestest and absolutely the most it could be, so why not use some dark tricks to bring the characters to life, hm?

Wally is the most aware out of everyone, we all know this. Maybe the reason the show disappeared was because Wally saw something or learned something he shouldn’t have (if we go along with the BATIM-inspired idea) about how he and his friends were created.

Wally knew something was wrong and I suppose to hopefully save everyone in the moment, caused something to happen for the show to be pulled. Maybe it has something to do with all the strange black goop that’s gotten everywhere.

Later, the restoration project is made, and Wally is found once again. He does everything in his power to get a message across, to be heard. He wasn’t heard during when the show was airing, so this is his chance now to expose what actually happened. Maybe he’s purposely trapping the restoration team into documenting everything, hence the whole “picking up the phone” & “opening the envelope” thing. His message must be heard through any and all means necessary, even if that means “cursing” some people to continue with the restoration project.

But just as much as Wally is watching us—something is watching him too.

He has to lay low, hide pieces of his message in the hopes someone who is clever enough will find it all, help broadcast his voice. Hiding secret pages, messages in image file names, even an alternate version of the site itself with pictures (possibly that Wally himself took?) to show a snippet of what’s going on.

I don’t think Wally is evil, just desperate. And though he can be a little unsettling at times, he means well.

Then again, I kinda subscribe to the idea that the puppets themselves are alive and sentient, and it has something to do with that black goop that can be seen sometimes. To me, that idea just makes sense.

Though, again it seems like Wally has some kind of message. Something was going on behind the scenes during the show, and Wally knew…something was wrong, maybe.

Plus, the idea of a lil guy, a lil puppet guy being alive and sentient through dark means is a fun idea to me. That lil puppet guy knowing that something or everything is wrong and fake and this cannot go on anymore so everything must fall. That lil puppet guy being alone for who knows how long, waiting for someone to listen to his message and warnings, find the clue he’s laying out. I find that idea very fun!!

Plus-plus, Home has always been hella sus to me, so that’s something.

Ah, I’m rambling, ehe. I love Welcome Home, and all the new theories the update provides us Neighbors with. Still, I think Wally and Co. were brought to life by dark means, Wally saw or learned something forbidden and cursed, did something to cause the show to fall, then just waited for a chance to be heard about the dark goings-on behind the scenes, though his methods are…questionable, to say the least.

I wish you all the highest karma,

-Saint

[shxdowsofombra]

Asking Questions

[Charlie]

Charlie was wondering what else might have been sent out. He went over to where Rose was and knocked on the door since he could’t find Hero. “Rose, can I talk to you?”

[Rose]

Rose saw Charlie at the door and she just sighed before moving to open it. “Yeah, what’s wrong?” She asked as she looked at him.

[Charlie]

“Were you and Hero sent any weird pictures the last few days of anyone in the family.” He asks rather discretely.

[Rose]

“What? No.” She shook her head as she heard his question. “No, sorry. I don’t know what you are talking about.”

[Charlie]

Charlie let out a sigh of relief as he heard her words. “Oh thank god. Some of the other family members got really bad pictures of others and I assume you can infer what I mean.”

[Rose]

“Yeah, but we didn’t get anything. I truly don’t even know what you are talking about in all honesty. But hopefully it fixed itself. Maybe the only people who got it were the people who needed to see it.”

[Charlie]

“Yeah I am not sure about that part but apparently someone planned on giving them to the tabloids and Henry and Josh were able to hack and delete them. But I didn’t know they sent them to Tate too.”

[Rose]

“Well he probably needed to see what was in the photo. I mean it would make sense they were sent to him. Whatever photo you were in doesn’t affect me or Hero, so we didn’t get them. It affects Tate so he got them.”

[Charlie]

“Right…well I mean mine was something someone staged it was pretty obvious.” He sighed, “Well thanks for letting me know though. Hopefully that is the last we see of them.”

[Rose]

“Hm knowing the way people take pictures here, it probably didn’t look staged. But also knowing Tate, it didn’t phase him. If you told him it wasn’t true he would believe you.”

[Charlie]

“It wasn’t here, it was at the library. I was looking up some books to learn more about all the E’s and stuff and Josh was explaining them to me as we were picking out books and someone decided to run into me. I am sure they took the pictures that prove nothing happened but no, those aren’t the ones they are interested in sending. Also I applied for a library card and his parents were freaking me out. Do they always stare at any of us that walk in that intently?”

[Rose]

“I mean they have everytime I go there, but I don’t do that anymore. Now they just send a bunch of random books. It is a lot easier now.” She shrugged. “You’ll get used to it.”

[Charlie]

“They send you random books? Oh god. They just show up at your door? I mean we already have access to the library. You do too but damn. It makes me feel like an elephant in a zoo.”

[Rose]

“No they don’t come here, they send it. They’ve never come to my house.” She replied. “Well you have to remember that people aren’t used to seeing royals.”

[Charlie]

“Yeah but you and Hero have been here for so long so I don’t see why it’s still not common for them. How do the both of you even get anything done.”

[Rose]

“What do you mean? I mean we just try. Some days people are too starstruck so we handle it and keep handling it until we get them used to it.”

[Charlie]

“Mhm interesting. Do they at least send you both good books?” He asks. “One time I got one that had a piece of paper in it asking for an autograph when I returned the book.” He jokes. 

[Rose]

Rose thought about it before nodding. “They could be worse.” She states before nodding again. “Yeah they like to do that too.”

[Charlie]

“Yeah that is true. But thanks for answering my question. I should get back. I promised I would see Tate later.” He tells her.

[marsdenlee]

Marsden was usually pretty good at maintaining appearances. He didn’t like people knowing too much about him, it felt more comfortable to lie to a stranger when they asked casually, ‘What do you do?’ And instead of giving the honest response which would likely result in a string of questions that he didn’t care to answer he would just lie and make something up on the spot because who cared and what were the chances he would ever see this person ever again? So he’d spread little white lies about himself until it got confusing and the only ones who really knew him and actually knew him were a handful of people, Ryden being one of those people, the most important one and yet even he did not know everything there was to know about Marsden Lee. Nothing could be done about things in the past that he’d already moved on from, but the ones that were still affecting him, those were different and try as he might to keep it from seeping through the many cracks of himself that he had stitched back together, sometimes things would leak through.

He hadn’t been listening, not really. He had a few things on his mind that made listening difficult for him right now and none of them were things he could talk about. For one, it was almost high tide and the water gods or goddesses that had given him a second chance at living decided to also curse him for it and he could hear the soft murmuring hums of voices in his head that didn’t belong to anyone in this trailer and it just so happened that Ryden’s low rumbling baritone matched the frequency that Marsden was trying to ignore. The voices weren’t loud enough to make sense though, it sounded more like hearing people whisper in a library where you’d catch bits and pieces of a conversation but not enough for it to mean anything and so it was easy enough to filter out without it ruining your day or your studying. 

The second thing on his mind made his eyes linger on the padded up little toddler that was strapped against Ryden’s chest, her puffer jacket and thick pants making her limbs stick out of the holes of the carrier so she looked more like a silly little animated starfish rather than a brioche bun like she normally was. When he looked at his daughter, all the love and affection he felt for her just melted out of his eyes but today he looked at her with a touch of sadness that he didn’t know what to do with because the one person he used to be able to speak to and confide in with this particular secret was no longer part of his life. He’d known this day would come but that didn't make it any easier when it did. He’d even taken the hush money to keep quiet about it all, not that he even needed it. 

Mars slowly stood up from the cushy loveseat on the far end of the trailer with a heavy breath falling out of his lips, a black beanie on his head because despite being an undead siren he still felt very human and had every human sensation that he once had and needed to protect against the cold, even in here where he could feel the beginnings of the heating fill the trailer with its musty scent because it hadn't been used much recently, “I need a coffee,” he muttered, not realizing that he was mirroring exact words that Ryden had spoken only moments before because he hadn’t even heard them. “You want one?” He wasn’t as familiar with the trailer as he was with Ryden’s apartment so he started to absently open cabinets, looking in and around the kitchen space for the appropriate things to make them some scalding and bitter coffee to hopefully clear the fog that clouded his thoughts. "Hm?" He'd hummed absently in response to hearing Ryden's voice carrying on, "Yeah." He found a moka pot in one of the cabinets and stared at it as he pulled it down. How the fuck did these things even work? He screwed off the top portion and started taking it apart, metal clattering noisily as the flimsy feeling filter and funnel and whatever other pieces in between the top and bottom pot came apart in his clumsy fingers and dropped onto the counter and into the sink. "Goddamn it," he swore under his breath.

|| Marsden & Ryden ||

“I think I got it. It’s gettin’ warmed up.” Ryden announced, idly walking up and down the narrow length of the little trailer home they took up for today with a slightly fussy baby trapped to his chest in the baby bjorn. With her tiny winter jacket and pants she could hardly put her short arms close to her body and barely kick her feet, a warm and fuzzy little ball of stuffed fabric which protected her from the winter cold but annoyed her to no ends because movement was now the most interested thing ever yet her outfit allowed so little of it. But Ry had fiddled with the electric heating system ran through the space and with all the windows and the door closed, it was slowly starting to get comfortable even for a fragile little munchkin. Most of the trailers were perfectly livable in, whole family friendly camping space easily ready to accommodate even for an overnight stay in this cold, damp wilderness. Luckily they haven’t had any snow whatsoever and that was one thing less to worry about.

“I need coffee.” The werewolf sighed wishfully, a finger of each hand firmly captured by the baby’s tiny fists because it entertained her how he helped her fail around like that, like a little doll made to gesture around by her puppeteer. It was barely nine in the morning, both the siren and the wolf up since crack of dawn to get to the camping grounds on what was considered to be a decent time to set everything up for the rest of the stay. And in the wilderness there was a lot of things to consider, since comforts of living in the civilization were not that readily available. But the trailer Ry had occupied ever since becoming the alpha was for sure one of the good ones with everything working as properly as it possibly could, having some comforts some smaller trailers didn’t include and the very careful care of its new occasional occupant. Not that Ryden had some special privileges or anything, everything was shared equally between pack members and there was plenty of benefits to go around. It was simply vacant now and used by the previous alpha so that was how Ry ended up being free to use it himself.

Reluctant to use the stove cause of the baby strapped to his chest and also reluctant to put her down just yet, at least not until it was warm enough and she no longer needed his extra body heat which made sure no winter cold would dare touch her, Ry simply pulled a chair at the tiny kitchen table to take a seat, arranging the baby’s limbs more comfortably on his lap, then reached for a bottle of water already sitting on the table along with some other baby stuff pulled out of the multiple bags they’ve brought with them, mostly for her and barely any for themselves. He offered her the bottle to sip on and she greedily chugged, small hands gripping the bottle firmly enough for Ry to let go and let her do it on her own like a big girl.

“So the Millers are nice, yeah? Both brothers’re into that geocaching thing ya like. Never knew it was that popular.” On their way in, Ryden was probably stopped and talked to by dozens of people, the pack camp pretty damn busy now that it was just a few days before the full moon. Many of the pack came out around this time to prepare for the big night. Naturally, being in tow behind Ryden, both the baby and her father got dragged into many of the casual conversations along the way, no shortage of friendly curiosity among the lycanthropes.

@marsdenlee

[mymoodwriting]

Request for Anon (second installment of this) 4.5k, blood, fangs, smut, penetration, gang bang, fingering, hickeys, magic, transformation, overstimulation, kidnapping, collars

“Kitty… wake up.”

    A voice whispered in the dark, slowly pulling you into the light. You opened your eyes, staring up at the ceiling of your dorm room. A sense of relief washed over you, finding yourself somewhere familiar, somewhere you were supposed to be. You sighed, the last few days feeling more like a bad dream then anything real, and hopefully that was the case, but as you sat up the truth became apparent. You found a little black cat on your chest, looking up at you curiously. You screamed and wound up shoving it off your bed.

“No, no, no, that wasn’t real! None of that-”

“Ya!” San jumped up from the floor. “You can’t just throw me off you like that!”

You screamed again. “Get away from me!”

“Come here!”

    San got back on the bed, now as a human he could easily pin your hands above your head and keep you still. You quickly shut your eyes though, having vague flashes of red which you knew would not be good.

“If you’re gonna be this feisty I might as well relax you… and get something out of it.”

    You bit your lip in anticipation, but nothing ever happened. You felt San get off of you, and you peeked your eyes open. You saw Seonghwa with a hand around the others throat, holding him up on his toes, glaring.

“Hongjoong said not to touch her.”

“I wasn’t going to do anything, hyung, I swear.”

“Then why are your fangs present?”

“We’re all hungry… we haven’t eaten in centuries…”

    Seonghwa sighed and dropped the boy, fixing himself up before turning his attention to you. Without thinking you hid under the covers, as if he wouldn’t see you. He chuckled and approached the bed, gently tugging down the blanket until he could see your face. You would have shut your eyes, but the second you saw him red tinted your vision, and you felt calm.

“Deep breaths, no one’s gonna hurt you.”

“Hm…”

    Your eyes wandered, taking in the fact the others were present in your room, all except for Hongjoong. Although you quickly remembered you didn’t have this place to yourself. Your eyes went wide but Seonghwa seemed to know what the issue was.

“Your roommate is fine. She’s in class right now, and we haven’t laid a finger on her, promise.”

“Okay…”

“So what are we going to do now?” Wooyoung asked. “Are we gonna enroll in classes?”

“I do not want to be a student.” Yeosang countered. “Let alone in a place like this.”

“It’s a good feeding ground though.” Jongho said. “Plenty of fresh blood all around.”

“Still.”

“I’m just saying it’s convenient to stick around.”

“Seonghwa?” Yunho questioned. “What’s the verdict?”

“We are waiting on Hongjoong to return.”

“What’s he doing?”

“Tying up loose ends.”

    As they were speaking of him, that’s when Hongjoong returned. He was happy to see that you were awake, making his way over to you.

“Hello, did you sleep well?”

“No…”

“How come?”

“You’re here…”

“I see. We’re not gonna hurt you.”

“I… I broke your curse right…”

“Yes. Thank you for that.”

“Then you’ll leave me alone now…”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“Can we play with her now?” San asked. “We-”

“We’re not doing anything.”

“But hyung.”

“She’s still recovering, and needs rest.”

“You can go first.”

“No. Besides, we’re done here.”

“What do you mean?” Mingi said. “We’re leaving? But what about y/n? And-”

“We can talk about that later. Now let’s go.”

    The others started clearing out, Jongho telling you to keep the bow you had on, Seonghwa getting them all out although you were left with Hongjoong. He gave you a smile.

“We took care of everything, so you can just go back to class. No harm in taking a week off cause you were sick.” He kissed your head. “Get some rest. We’ll come back for you when the time comes.”

♥♥♥♥♥

    You were about to say something when your vision flashed red and then faded to black. You don’t know how much time passed but you woke up later to your roommate checking on you. When you got up the first thing you did was take off the bow, seeing the weird look you were getting, not even bothering to try for an explanation.

“I’m glad you’re alive.”

“Huh?”

“Missed you so much last week. You could have left a note before disappearing.”

“Sorry…” You vaguely remembered what Hongjoong had told you was your story. “… it was so… sudden.”

“Clearly, but you’re better now. Right?”

“Yup. All better.”

“Good. I can help you catch up with class.”

“Thanks.”

    You hadn’t missed too much, but you did have to turn in a few assignments late. Your roommate helped you catch up with classes where you needed, and it wasn’t long before everything was back to normal. Everyone thought you had gotten sick and stayed off campus to recover, and the fact that was just widely accepted by your peers terrified you. Those creatures had powers beyond your understanding, but you tried to put that behind you. They were gone, and hopefully they wouldn’t come back. Besides you had other things to worry about, like finals.

“I still can’t believe you disappeared like that without telling me.”

“For the thousandth time, I’m sorry.”

“It was a dumb idea.”

“Kevin!”

“I’m just saying.”

“If I told you I was sick, you would have wanted to baby me or something.”

“Who else was gonna take care of you.”

“My, myself, and I.”

“Funny. You didn’t need me so clearly it wasn’t that bad. You just wanted to ditch class for a week.”

“I pay for those classes, so I can do what I want.”

“But you can’t let your friends know you're taking a mini vacation before finals?” Kevin teased. “I went out into the woods looking for you in an abandoned church!”

“You psycho, you could have died!”

“I thought you were missing! I was about to file a report too.”

“Thanks though, I appreciate the concern.”

“Just don’t disappear like that again or I will find you.”

“You better.”

    The two of you shared a laugh before someone nearby shushed you. The library was a place of silent study, so you had to respect that. And everyone else was cramming for finals, which is what you should be doing too. Once that was over you could relax, looking forward to summer break. Especially to get away from the nightmare you had endured.

“You better come visit.”

“I will.” You assured Kevin. “We can go to all those places you mentioned.”

“Awesome. Looking forward to it.”

“Me too.”

“So, when will you be leaving?”

“I still need to pack, but I plan to head out in the next day or two. Gotta set up proper accommodations.”

“Gotcha, get back home safe.”

“I will.”

“See ya later.”

“Bye, have a safe trip home.”

    You saw Kevin off, feeling a bit jealous that he got to leave campus already. You had to wait a bit to catch a bus to take you back to your hometown. It was alright, the school wasn’t kicking you out, but you knew you were more or less alone on campus. There were still other students around, but you didn’t know any of them. You went to the cafeteria to get some dessert and then returned to your dorm room. At least the place was all yours for the time being. You collapsed in bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“Meow…”

    You jumped up, looking around for the source, thinking you had just heard something. Then a black cat, no longer a kitty, stalked up to your bed, jumping up. You stared at it, shaking your head.

“No, no, no… go away… please.”

“Where’s your bow?”

“Huh?”

“Jongho asked you to keep it.”

    Hongjoong got off the bed, looking through the boxes and luggage you had. Without much thinking you got up and grabbed his hands, not wanting him going through your things.

“He’s gonna be upset if you lost it.”

“Please… just leave me alone.”

“We’re not gonna do that kitten.” Hongjoong reached over to caress your face. “You’re ours.”

“I’m not. You kidnapped me and held me against my will!”

“You’re the one who came to our place.”

“I was manipulated!”

“Perhaps, but that doesn’t change the outcome here. We owe you a debt, and we should repay your kindness.”

“If you really want to do that, you can leave me alone.”

“Hm… I have a better idea.”

    Like before a flash of red filled your vision, but instead of black you found yourself elsewhere. You stood outside the main entrance of what you could only describe as a small mansion. It had been day a moment ago, but now it was dark, and you were surrounded by trees. You were still processing the sudden change in scenery when you noticed Mingi carrying a box of your things up the stairs. You rushed inside and grabbed him.

“What are you doing!”

“Taking your things up to your room.”

“My what? Where am I? What’s going on?”

“You’re home.”

“What!”

    You ran down the stairs, intending to leave and figure out just where you were when the doors suddenly slammed shut. It startled you enough to make you fall back.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Yunho questioned, coming into your line of sight. “It’s past curfew.”

“What… what is this?”

“Home.”

“I said we’d return for you when the time was right.” Hongjoong said, helping you back on your feet. “You’re all finished up for the semester, and we’ve finished the remodel.”

“Remodel?”

“Yes. This place has always been our home, and now that we’re free it felt appropriate to modernize.”

“But… how…”

“We have quite a fortune. So I assure you that you will live comfortably.”

“No… no… I don’t want this…”

Hongjoong sighed. “Kitten, you are-”

“Just leave me alone! I set you free! The least you can do is set me free from you!”

“That’s not gonna happen.” 

    You were suddenly flipped around, staring down Seonghwa. You quickly shut your eyes before anything could happen, but he just chuckled. He wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezing ever so gently.

“Kitty, let me explain something to you so you can understand why you’re here, and why you won’t be leaving.”

“I-”

“Sh, just listen. You broke our curse, and for that we are grateful, but we can’t just let you go. Your essence runs through our veins, meaning we are bonded in a way no one else is. What’s to stop another witch from taking advantage of that to lock us up again, or worse, kill us. You’re our weak point now, so it’s best we keep you close, and keep you safe. Don’t you agree?”

“…”

“Now I don’t want to hear anything else about you wanting to leave, okay? You’re ours now, understand.”

“…”

“Understand?” He squeezed a bit and you nodded frantically. “Good. Now, shall we show you around your new home?”

“She’ll have plenty of time to adjust.” Hongjoong said. “I’d much rather break in her new room.”

“Ah, gonna indulge the little ones?”

“Despite the trouble they have been patient, as have I.”

“Lead the way then. I’m sure they’ll find us soon enough.”

    You felt Seonghwa let you go, only for your hand to be grabbed, pulling you forward. You stumbled on the steps, still not wanting to open your eyes, starting to shake in fear. You managed to pull your hand away.

“Please…”

“We’re not gonna hurt you.” Hongjoong assured. “We’re gonna do quite the opposite.”

    This time you felt someone pick you up in their arms, carrying you up. You thought to fight, but you’d wind up hurt. When you were put down you felt the sheets beneath you, starting to get an idea about what was gonna happen. You felt the bed dip, grabbing onto the sheets, keeping your eyes shut tight.

“Any preference?” Hongjoong questioned. “Or is this all new for you.”

“…”

“I haven’t had the joy of another body in centuries.” You felt a hand caressing your leg. “I might be out of practice, but I promise we’ll be good.”

“… don’t…”

“If it was just us we could indulge in something more fun, but I’ll just get you started.”

    You didn’t know what to expect, but in hindsight it should have been obvious. You felt Hongjoong sink his fangs into your neck, your eyes shooting open at the sudden rush of pleasure. That’s all there was though, he didn’t drink from you, merely wanting to get you in a mood, and it certainly worked. You instinctively pulled up your legs, only for Hongjoong to shove them apart, pushing you back.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, we’ll take care of everything.”

    A hand grabbed your crotch and you shivered, your head swimming from the bite. You felt someone grab your chin, seeing an out of focus Seonghwa smiling at you, your vision becoming red tinted.

“Just enjoy yourself, kitten.”

“Hm…”

    A lazy smile appeared on your face, which was rewarded with a kiss. Hongjoong stripped off his shirt, helping you get out of yours. His mouth was immediately on one of your breasts, making you moan. Out of the corner of your eye you could vaguely see Seonghwa and Yunho also undressing, the idea of them joining in just making you shiver in pleasure. It wasn’t long before the hand between your legs started moving around, building a fire inside you. A whine escaped your lips, frustrated over your own clothes getting in the way. Someone helped you strip down completely, feeling relieved by the skin on skin contact.

    Everything started blurring together from there. Someone was kissing you, multiple hands caressing your body while one worked between your folds, another playing around with your clit. You were on fire with pleasure you had never experienced before. You didn’t even know who bit you to add fuel to the flames. You couldn’t even register all the new voices, unaware that your scent and noises had attracted the other residents of the house. All of them wanting their turn to play with you. Although they still had to be patient.

“I think she’s ready now.”

    Hongjoong had the others move away for a moment, wanting you all to himself. He peppered you with kisses, pushing your legs apart, rubbing the tip of his cock against your core. You whimpered, gently moving your hips, wanting him to stop teasing and just fuck you. He was more than happy to indulge, using your neediness as an excuse to just go all in with one thrust. You swear your eyes rolled into the back of your head from that, feeling so full and happy, your mouth hanging open in silent ecstasy. 

    He didn’t give you much time to adjust before he started moving, assaulting you with his speed and strength, sending one wave after another of pleasure throughout your body. It only got better as others began giving you more attention. Some lips around your nipples, sucking and tugging, keeping them hard and at attention. Another hand abusing your clit in time with the thrusts, a pair of fingers swirling around your mouth, starting to get yourself covered in your own saliva. It was messy but it felt so good.

    You weren’t entirely sure what drove you over the edge. If it was Hongjoong’s cock, or the sneaky brat who bit into you. Either way you climaxed with your own orgasmic pleasure mixing with pheromones, achieving something your mind couldn’t possibly comprehend. You might have blacked out for a moment there, but you wouldn’t really know as the pleasure never truly subsided. You knew when Hongjoong climaxed, as he kissed you hard, holding you tight enough to leave bruises, but you had no idea when he switched. 

    All you really knew was that you blinked and suddenly Seonghwa was on top of you, a delicious smile on his lips as he looked down on you, shaking your body with all new energy. He took your hands in his, holding them tight, deciding to mark up your neck in another way, leaving behind his own stamp on your body. Now there was way more attention on you. More hands around caressing you, more stimulation to your already exhausted body. Still, Seonghwa wasn’t going to stop, none of them were. This was only the beginning of a long night, with a few unexpected surprises.

    Seonghwa definitely gave you much attention, wanting your glassy eyes looking into his eyes as you climaxed together. He peppered your face with kisses as you came down, well aware that you’d probably lose consciousness soon, so it might be best to let you rest. Of course the others whined, but they’d get their turn eventually. Although Yunho demanded he get to cuddle with you while you rested. Mingi snuggled up to your other side before anyone else could take that spot. You were still floating on cloud nine, given a break to calm down, and then you started purring as you rubbed your head against Yunho’s chest.

“Awe, such a cute little kitty.” Yunho cooed. “You’re adorable.”

    Maybe you actually took a quick nap, but you weren’t fully conscious as the next rounds began. Yunho was certainly happy to have his turn, kissing up your chest, following in Seonghwa’s footsteps and leaving his own marks. It felt like electricity was continuously coursing through your veins, a new jolt frying your brain with every thrust. You still had some strength, just enough to grab Yunho’s head and pull him into a kiss.

“Feels good…”

“I’m happy to hear.”

    At this point any orgasm you had just blurred into the next and the next, as if you never actually stopped cumming. You felt sore but eager as Yeosang began his own assault, giving some attention to your swollen nub. A different feeling traveled down your spine as you felt his fangs dancing around your throat. You knew what he wanted to do, he wanted it to, but the others told him not to, you could only handle so much. And that became very apparent as some of the noises you made were meows.

“Hyung…”

    San had been nibbling on your ear, well aware his turn was next, getting himself hard and keeping his shaft stiff when he noticed something odd.

“Hyung…”

“What?”

“She has ears.”

“What?”

    Everyone looked over to you, immediately seeing what San meant. You had little cat ears on your head. Hongjoong reached over, feeling how soft they were, and gently tugging on them, getting a whimper out of you. They were very real.

“How the hell does she have cat ears all of a sudden?”

“It’s the magic.” Seonghwa said. “We’re bonded.”

“How does that make sense?” Wooyoung questioned.

“The bond does technically go both ways, and given our current activities with her… it’s possible we’re making it stronger…”

“And how does that explain the cat ears?”

“She was purring earlier.” Mingi added. “Like a real cat…”

“With the bond becoming stronger… it seems she’s manifesting some of our abilities. Our non-vampire qualities to be specific.”

“But we can control our transformation.” Jongho said. “She can’t, can she?”

“Highly unlikely. I doubt the ears will go away when we’re done.”

“Will she get a tail?” San asked. “That’d be really cute too.”

“Maybe…”

“Awesome.”

    San nuzzled your neck. The others already playing around with your new ears and making you feel a different type of fuzzy feeling. You kept meowing and purring, swatting at their hands playfully in your drunken state, when you weren’t completely overwhelmed. Despite the rules, Mingi couldn’t help himself, sinking his fangs into you, getting a little taste for himself to add to the experience. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, a recharge of energy flowing through you to keep you conscious to enjoy every bit of his actions.

“Mingi!”

“What? The kitty likes it.”

    Another break was certainly needed, but your new ears definitely didn’t get any rest. San and Wooyoung loved seeing how you reacted, curious as to how you would be once you were back to your old self, assuming the ears stuff around. While messing around Wooyoung was the one who found your tail, entranced by it at first before playing with it as well.

“She’s gonna need new clothes.” Jongho commented. “Especially pants.”

“We can just cut a hole in them.” Yunho suggested. “Easy enough.”

“She still needs a new wardrobe anyway.” Yeosang added. “She didn’t have that much in her dorm.”

“Speaking of, what about her family?”

“I’ll deal with it.” Hongjoong said. “Mingi, you’ll come with me.”

“Awe, do I have to go? Can’t I just stay here with y/n?”

“Two days at most. You can pick someone else to come with.”

“Yunho.”

“Asshole.”

    While they were chatting you were lazily rolling around in bed, nearly falling off before Jongho noticed, getting you back on the bed. You giggled, feeling up his bare chest, resting your head against it and purring.

“I believe Wooyoung gets to play with you first kitty.”

“Meow…”

“Wooyoung.”

“I’m coming.”

    Wooyoung pulled you away from Jongho, peppering your face with kisses. You giggled, loving the attention regardless of who it came from. Wooyoung kissed at your neck, sucking on one of your breasts, a hand trailing down to your core. By now you were a sloppy mess down there, but that just made him all the more eager to add his own juices there. To say you were overstimulated would certainly be an understatement, but with the occasional boost of pheromones you kept going. You happily accepted Wooyoung’s length when he laid you down, a bit of drool slipping past your lips.

    You didn’t have much energy, but he made it up for the both of you. He had patiently waited, and you were still enjoying everything, which is what really mattered in the end. He resisted temptation to bite you, instead sucking on your neck until he left a dark hickey. He loved it so much he kept kissing at it, it was like a little button to make you squirm. It kept you distracted until Wooyoung got more aggressive as he reached his high, making you go cross-eyed for a moment.

“Well that was hot.”

“Hm…”

    Even the slightest of touch would ignite a fire in you, so there was no being gentle anymore. Jongho seemed to be well aware of this as his fingers danced around your body, giving special attention to your new ears. You were going to need days to recover, but he was going to get his fun out of you. He played with your clit, making you whimper and beg for attention elsewhere. He found you far too adorable, wanting to keep this up for quite a while. Eventually he did give you what you really wanted, finally able to know what each and everyone of them felt like.

    Jongho was strong and gentle, wanting to drink in every noise and reaction you made. He kept strong eye contact with you, occasionally playing with something else to keep you on your toes. You held his hands with whatever strength you had left, mumbling his name in such a bliss filled voice. When he reached his high he kissed you, lovingly and hard, wanting to share these feelings with you as much as possible. Of course you weren’t all there, but just enough to appreciate him and everything you felt.

“Good kitty.”

♥♥♥♥♥

    Opening your eyes took so much energy out of you. It was easier to just stay still and sleep, there wasn’t much else to do. Because of that you were in and out of consciousness for who knows how long. You vaguely remembered a bath, being dressed, getting tucked into bed. Sometimes you’d open your eyes to see sunlight peeking into the room, other times it was moonlight. There was no doubt days went by before you were strong enough to get out of bed. You were still shaky on your feet, but at least you were up. You somehow made it out of your room, taking your time down the stairs, but you were bound to draw attention to yourself.

“Where are you going?”

    You were suddenly pulled into Yeosang’s arms, instinctively snuggling against him. You felt him pet your head, and it felt really nice too. Then you noticed you were purring, and snapped out of your daze. You pulled away and nearly fell over but Yeosang held you up.

“Easy there, you should still be in bed.”

“How… how long has it…”

“Almost a week now, but you still need rest.”

“No… no… I…”

“Sh, sh, it’s okay, you’re gonna be okay. Let’s get you back to your room.”

“No!”

    This time you got free from his grasp, but the others had heard you were up, coming to see what was going on. You moved away though, trying to get to the door and stumbling outside. You immediately fell to your knees though, falling into a puddle. The first thing you noticed was your reflection, seeing the ears, and the recovering hickeys on your exposed skin. Your eyes were wide in disbelief as you reached up to your new ears, feeling them and coming to discover they were very real. Then you caught sight of your tail.

“How… what…”

    Wooyoung and San grabbed you and pulled you back into the house while you were distracted. Before you could even come to your senses, Jongho placed a collar around your neck.

“There, now you won’t get lost.”

“What?”

“It’s not like the ribbon, but it’s red with a cute bow on it.”

“No, no, get this off.”

    You were let go, making an attempt to take the collar off, but you couldn’t. Instead you made another run for it only to get stuck. You could reach outside, but the collar wouldn’t allow you to pass through the front doors threshold.

“Bad kitty, it’s dangerous out there.” Hongjoong said, taking your hand. “Come back inside.”

“What did you do!”

“Just a precaution.”

“Let me go!”

“We’ve been over this.” Yunho reminded. “Not gonna happen.”

“Besides.” Hongjoong played with your ears, making you pur. “You’re our pet kitty.”

    You snapped out of it again and stumbled back, looking around at all of them, and once again trying to get the collar off.

“Don’t bother, kitten.” Seonghwa said. “I dabbled in some old magic for that collar. You won’t be taking it off anytime soon. And I love its secondary function.”

“What?”

    In the blink of an eye everything suddenly changed. Your surroundings got bigger, including the boys, appearing like giants to you. Mingi knelt down a bit, such a pleasant look on his face.

“Oh my gosh, she’s so adorable.”

“Indeed.”

    Seonghwa reached down and picked you up, that’s when you realized what this secondary function was. You took in your appearance, your paws and fur, realizing you were no longer human. Seonghwa held you close, all the others petting you, and cooing, and you hated your pleasant response to all of this. Although it was quick to drown out any rational though, making you purr and meow at them in hopes of more love and affection.

“That’s our good little kitty.”

[lovelieajax]

♡ :: birthday boy

synopsis :: he's always been there for you, so why not make him a special something while he's still in snezhnaya? oh, of course, a birthday party!

ft. childe x gn!reader

wc :: 1,906

cw. n/a

a/n :: this is a bit late for his birthday TT regardless i hope you guys will enjoy !! not proofread + reposted for tags

After the death of La Signora-who was someone you were very fond of-you couldn’t get any work done. You moped around, talking to your personal maids about how upset you were at her death. It wasn't justified, she was so young and was only doing her job, so why?

All the harbingers stood beside her coffin, avoiding eye-contact with one another. The room echoed Columbina's lullaby, which muffled your choked sobs as you recollected memories of Rosalyne. Tears flowed down your frostbitten cheeks, shivering due to the sheer cold of Snezhnaya and the ice cold stares of the others.

Across the coffin to you was Tartaglia, the 11th harbinger. One of the few who were kind and easy to talk to, unlike Pierro or Capitano, who are cold and ruthless. He must've sensed your discomfort in the eerie room, nothing to hear except your muffled cries. The buttons on his coat’s lower pocket were being picked at, excusing himself from his spot next to Arlecchino and towards you.

Sudden bursts of tears choked out, not giving a care about the obvious glares. What mattered most was that you felt a familiar warmth hugging you, much like how Rosalyne’s embraces were.

You never noticed it before, but Tartaglia had always been there for you. Wherever you went, he would always, without a doubt, greet you and ask how your day was. What was oddly amusing was that he would always, always, remember the small things. Like, oh, you’re feeling down? Don’t worry, he’ll buy all the items you’ve mentioned once in a zap.

If someone had told you that he had the biggest crush on you, you wouldn’t have believed it. But now that you’re looking back to everything he does only for you, you start to question whether it’s true or not. Anyways, you snuck into his room and took a peek at his calendar.

A red circle and the word ‘birthday' was written underneath July 20th.

So the only sensible thing to do was prepare him a surprise birthday party. It was already too late to plan something drastic or life-changing, but it’ll be something he’ll remember. Hopefully, it’ll bring him a little dose of serotonin while he’s stuck in the Fatui Headquarters for the week.

And so you first prepared by making invitations. Unsure of how to approach the harbingers, the best thing to do was slide the letters under their office doors. Your legs wobbled like jelly, stopping at Pierro and Capitano’s door, wondering if you should even give them invitations.

It wouldn’t be nice to send them to everyone but them, even if you knew they were too busy to come. So you slipped the letters under their doors and went on with your merry way to Sandrone. She was one of the few who actually talked to you, along with Pulcinella.

“Hello?” The door creaked open, her face popping out.

“Sandrone, hi..!” You got up, fumbling with the items in your hand. “I’m planning a birthday party for Tartaglia, and I was sending out-”

She gave you a kind smile, placing her hands together. “Could I help? I could help decorate your office and bake him some cookies!”

“Oh! That would be.. lovely, thank you!” She took the letter from you, smiling before she closed the door.

A letter was found the same day from Pulcinella, saying he’d help make Tartaglia a new, comfier coat. No other harbingers had responded, so you assumed they wouldn’t be coming. You also weren’t sure of his tastes or what he liked, so you went to ask him yourself. 

“Tartaglia?” The door opened as you knocked, peering in from the side.

“Hm?” His head shifted upwards from his paperwork, an ear-to-ear smile painted his face when he saw you. “Y/N! How are you? Do you need help?” The papers moved to the side, stacked and shuffled away to his cabinets, clearing his desk.

“Am I interrupting something?”

“Oh no, no, you’re not interrupting anything! Come in, is there something you need? Can I get you a snack? Are you cold?” He pushed his seat back, laying his rough hands on his desk.

It couldn’t hurt too much to have a small chat with him, right? You accepted, pulling another chair over and seating yourself across his desk. He looked through his largest cabinet, seeing it was filled with different types of snacks (which you all coincidentally seemed to like..).

“Hey.. just a question,” his head turned towards you, “this might sound weird, but what do you like? Er- it can be anything from what type of food you prefer or-”

“Well, I like you.” He booped your nose with his finger, amused by your heating reaction. “I like anything you make.”

“T-Tartaglia! We’re at work, you can’t talk like that!” You cleared your throat, rubbing the back of your neck. “Be serious..”

He chuckled, observing your eyes trying hard to avoid his. Tartaglia always thought you were adorable and constantly compared you to a ‘little ball of sunshine’. You’d lighten up whatever room you walked into, always bringing positive energy to such a negative place. Sometimes, for the holidays, you made homemade greeting cards with drawings and sent them out to the harbingers. (He still keeps all of yours from eons ago in a separate drawer).

The thing is, he really wasn’t lying when he said he liked you. He absolutely adored you in every way, much more than words could describe. Though he wanted to get closer to you, he couldn’t; finding his hands would be shaky, lips quivering, and face reddening. So he sticks to the simpler things instead, like greeting you every morning and giving you small gifts.

“Then.. I like sweets!” He attentively looked at you with such care it warmed your heart, bursting with sincerity. He imitates a golden retriever, a giggle leaving your mouth at his expression.

The rest of the day followed, leaving his office early and going back to party planning. Your room had been completely decorated in different shades of blue, streamers and balloons floated to the ceiling.

The table was filled with Sandrone’s cookies and some items you had made yourself. (Which you had asked to bake some items with him, so he could decorate some for himself). Then, it was the day of his awaited birthday party. You had made a sign to place on your office door that read ‘Tartaglia birthday party!!’, and stuck it to the door.

All of your attempts in hiding the party from him must’ve worked, seeing his confused reaction when he opened the door to a dimly lit room with decorations littering the place.

“1..2..” Pulcinella grinned, “3!” 

“Surprise!” The surprisingly large group of harbingers yelled out in a joyous manner, the lights turning on.

“Oh gosh, guys, all this? For little ol’ me?” He clasped his hands together and set them by his neck, mouth agape.

“Happy birthday..!” You held out a neatly wrapped blue present box. His eyes wandered around the room, surprised most of the harbingers came. Pulcinella was by your side-who he didn’t notice until he cleared his throat.

“Sorry, it’s not much.. I had only a week to prepare everything.” You placed your hand behind your neck, hands hot and moist with sweat. The room had everything it needed for a party, but the aura was offset by the standing harbingers.

“It may not be much to you, but it is to me.” He rested his arms around your shoulders, slouching down to place his chin on the crown of your head.

“Oh my, it seems we might be intruding on something..” Marionette placed her hand over her mouth, which seemed to be snickering.

“Guessing at the lack of.. food on the table, I think they wanted their alone time together.” Columbina noticed. Arlecchino nodded, inching closer to her slouched position.

“W-Well,” your words stammered out, laughing to cover up your embarrassment. “I wasn’t sure most of you would come.. so I didn’t prepare much.”

“You’re right. I wouldn’t have come if it weren’t for Sandrone dragging all of us here. Seems like Capitano, Pantalone, and Dottore wouldn’t budge.”

“I wouldn’t mind if you guys left. I mean, it’s more private time for Y/N and I!” He squeezed you tighter. Without Tartaglia finishing his sentence, all the harbingers ran out of your now deserted office.

You bit your lip, fingers squeezing into each other to create fists with your nails digging into your skin. “I love it, I love everything here.” He placed his warm hand over your trembling one, reassuring you that your efforts haven’t gone unnoticed. His smile is like a warm hug, something everyone would go crazy for.

“I’m glad,” you breathed out, removing yourself from his embrace to get a tissue. “Do you- do you wanna open presents? We can do whatever you’d like today.”

“Of course. I’m excited to see what you got me, the bar is high!”

Damslette and Arlecchino both bought him a communication device (much like a dodocommunicater, but fatui-fied). Pantalone didn’t bring anything, and Pulcinella with a crimson red coat to match the scarf he had made him a while back. In one of the coat’s front pockets, a bag filled with pastries and a note laid.

“Oh, he’s so thoughtful! The note says it’s for Tonia and Teucer, your younger siblings.”

“It might be the best gift here! Besides yours, of course.” He winked at you, closing his eyes as he undid the satin ribbons.

The present box was on the bigger side, a mix of everything you thought he would enjoy. One of the items was a custom-made soft throw-blanket patterned with tiny blue narwhals. Small notes with a sealed letter were set to the side, in the middle was a photobook, framed photos, and a mini Kamera.

He remained silent, as if he were evaluating what each item was and its significance. The photobook plopped on his lap, skimming through the pages as he observed them some more.

“Thank you,” he shifted towards you, his voice softer. He’s confused at how you could put in so much effort in a week just for him to have a good day.

“Oh.. don’t cry,” your fingers trailed to his face, cupping it. His pale and supple cheeks squished against your gentle hands, still as gorgeous as ever.

You and him cleaned up the room, occasionally stopping for a brief snack in between. The sun fell, the moon creeping its way up as the wind crept through your opened windows, sweeping loose papers away. The both of you took a very much needed break on your couch after sweeping up the decorations, exhausted from the labor.

Tartaglia took a bite of your cookie, coughing bits of it onto the floor when he felt something weighing on his shoulder. Your head had bobbed to the side while you dozed off your sleepiness from the lackluster event.

With the way the light from outside highlighted your features, he swore this was the best birthday gift he’s ever received. He scooped you up in his arms and placed your figure back down on the couch, placing his gifted coat to keep you warm. 

“Thank you for tonight, Y/N. You’re the best gift anyone could ask for, I love you.” He placed a tender kiss to your forehead, admiring your sleeping expression as you shifted in your sleep.

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