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peachesofteal · 1 year ago

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Speaking about Ghost/Soap/Darling omegaverse... May I bring the idea of Soap and Ghost being alpha and Darling an omega? But wait, let me sprinkle a little of angsty thoughts about it:

Johnny and Simon get to spend their ruts together. Hell, they share a room, and even on base they get to have privacy and go through them with the help of each other, not only fulfilling their physical needs, which are sated of course, but also emotional. Yeah sure, heats are emotional but ruts are too, and they spend so much time together that almost, if not all of their ruts together have been spent in the company of each other.

But Darling? Imagine Darling having a heat every time she's alone. Simon and Johnny gone on some mission, gone for weeks and sometimes even months. Trying to satisfy herself with whatever smell is left on Simon's hoodie or Johnny's shirt. She tries to brush away the thoughts of loneliness and being left out that arise every time she rests in her nest, every time she has to painfully get through her heats without her mates' company.

Hell, she tries to hide everything every time Johnny and Simon come home, smelling like each other and fresh bite marks on their necks. She really, really tries. But nothing escapes those two, no. They can smell that little, slightly rotten smell on Darling, sensing her discomfort and those bouts of anger flaring up, those hints of desperation hiding in a slightly-rotten fruit smell. It becomes stronger and stronger each time she sees how close they are after they tell her that another rut came while they were on base, and her? At this point she might lie and say she's on suppressants. Again, they at least suspect about it.

But hell, the fact that there are always fresh bite marks on them every time they come home, while hers is is non-existent (Johnny and Simon foolishly believe she doesn't wish to be bitten), is NOT helping at all.

And they realize how drastic, how deep the problem is once their leave coincides with Darling's heat.

Except she hides. She doesn't let them in, because they maybe have never seen her on her heats.

She doesn't trust them to know how to deal with it, how to deal with an omegas' most vulnerable moment when all they've known is how alphas deal with their ruts.

Darling doesn't trust them, not fully, at least.

Djsjjd jfc when you said omegaverse I was 👁️👁️. Peach I hope you're having such a good day and I must thank you once more for giving us such beautiful stories, I hope nothing but good things happen to you from now on:)

— 🫔 Anon

Oh… okay, I see you. This is so good! There’s so much to explore here… 🩵

18+ / dead disco omegaverse au (it needs a name but we’ll get there?) / mature themes

The door swings wide, and Johnny is nearly bowled over by the scent. It’s everywhere in the flat, wafting down the hall to where they both stand at the threshold, overcome with the smell of overripe fruit, something sour and tart hovering at the precipice.

It’s the smell of their omega in distress.

But what surprises them both, is along with the burnt tannins of distress, is another smell. A ripe smell, a bruised stone fruit smell.

The smell of an omega in heat.

But their omega doesn’t have heats. You’re on suppressants.

Still, it’s definitely your scent. There’s no mistaking it.

Simon tenses, hackles rising with a growl. Johnny’s hand finds his chest, placing his palm over the older, bigger alpha’s heart soothingly. They’ve just both come off a rut, poor timing all things considered. Both exhausted, they were looking forward to getting home and falling into bed with you, cuddling you close while they both slept off the stress from the op and the remaining… sensitivities.

“Darling?” Simon calls, keeping his voice soft and easy.

There’s no answer. The flat is silent.

“Love? Are you here?” Johnny tries, pushing through to the bedroom, where he’s half expecting to see you curled up in the bed.

Except, you’re not.

It looks like you may have been, at one point. It’s a pile of blankets and pillows, haphazardly arranged with various shirts and other soft things.

Johnny chokes on a breath. The scent is much, much stronger in here, and Simon’s eyes slide closed as he draws a deep inhale.

“Omega?” He murmurs, and to their relief, there’s a small whimper from the closet.

When he gets the door open, his heart breaks. Simon’s body goes preternaturally still, and they both stare down at you.

You’re drenched in sweat, burrowed in a pile of clothes, eyes wide. You reek, panic and fear, distress and pain burning in their nostrils, along with the overripe scent, the telltale smell of a heat. Worse, when you look up at them, there’s no recognition there. Nothing to show that you know who they are to you, or even where you are. Johnny shoves away his panic over your confusion, this state, to try to coax you forward into his arms.

“Hey, there ye are.” He reaches for you, slowly, and your body presses against the corner, head shaking back and forth. Johnny frowns. “Darling, it’s okay. It’s us, you’re alright.” His hand gets closer, nearly brushing you knee, and then to their absolute shock, you snarl.

Simon is conflicted. He’s confused.

Why did you tell them you’re on suppressants?

They would have done things a lot differently, if that wasn’t the case. They wouldn’t have left you alone, if they had known. His stomach clenches when he thinks about the possibility that this isn’t the first time you’ve been on your own during a heat.

“Darling.” Simon coos. He doesn’t want to reach for you. He doesn’t want to pull you from the closet, this safe spot you’ve built, your nest. He doesn’t want to force you out, like his father would have. Like he always did to his mother. His father would have gripped you so hard it would have hurt you, left bruises on you. He would have terrified you, taken joy from it. “Omegas are weak.” Simon was raised to believe. “The lesser. It’s our job to teach ‘em.”

You snort out a trembling breath from your nose, little groan slipping from your lips and you rub your wrist on your gland. Johnny makes a strangled sound in his throat as it happens, and Simon doesn’t need to ask to know what he’s thinking.

Only omegas who have been abandoned or lost their mates try to self soothe like that, scent themselves like that. It’s an instinct, something that happens to try to prevent them from becoming overheated or harmed by a heat unmanaged.

“No, no no. It’s alright, love, we’re here.” Johnny pleads, hand still tentatively outstretched while you stare at his fingers. Every time your wrist rubs over your gland, they both cringe, and Johnny’s body goes rigid.

“I- don’t-” You stutter. You blink at them slowly, and he can see it all on your face, plain as day. The pain. The confusion. The distress.

Simon crouches, just outside the closet. He starts up a soothing rumble, trying to lure you towards him. You lift your head slowly when you hear it, when you feel the subharmonics, the song that sings to you.

“Come here, baby.” Your brow creases, and you rub your face. You look exhausted, like you haven’t slept in days and he wonders how long you’ve been you like this, how long you’ve been suffering. You don’t smell like pre heat, so you must be on the curve upwards. Guilt burns in his stomach. “It’s alright now.” Johnny moves next to him, shifting into a kneel very slowly while you watch him, hazy gaze fixed on the bite marks on his neck, over his gland.

“You’re safe.” Johnny coaxes, and he keeps his hand towards you, but unmoving, trying to show you that neither of them are a threat.

They both work to emit soothing scents, trying to lull you into their arms. You watch them warily, curiously, eyes opening and closing in slow motion as your instincts battle whatever confusion is happening beneath the surface.

It works. You crawl slowly out from the corner, t shirt sticking to your skin, your arms trembling under your weight.

“Good girl.” Simon murmurs. Neither of them move, afraid to spook you, and then you’re curling up between their bodies, rubbing your wrist against your gland over and over.

You tuck yourself into them, head laying on Simon’s chest and his hand comes slowly to rub your back, getting you used to his touch, easing you into a more relaxed state while Johnny smooths a hand over your shoulder, coasting his wrist closer and closer to your gland, trying to scent you subtly and soothe you, gentle you. You whimper when he makes contact, and they both press a little closer.

“Shhh. You’re okay, darling. We’re here.” Simon bows his head, skimming his nose overtop your scalp, and you shift, hands grabbing for Johnny, trying to pull his body overtop yours, effectively sandwiching yourself as tight as you can between their mass. You whine, and Johnny hums in your ear, soothing you by scenting until you’re letting out little rumbles of your own, soft purrs puffing against Simon’s chest, Johnny’s lips ghosting across your sweat dotted forehead.

#🫔 anon #tamale anon you genius!#peaches asks #peaches writes #dead disco omegaverse au

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bunnwich · 6 days ago

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This is altogether random, but I feel you might appreciate the idea: since Leona is doing his internship with a mining company in Sunset Savanna, I like to think if he were to propose to his partner, any ring would have a stone he found himself (then or years later) that made him think of them, because they’re worth the effort.

No, I love this so much and this actually inspired to think of some HC for Leona and Yuu's engagement!! So pardon me as I use this as an excuse to yap/draw.

🧡Leona x Yuu Proposal

🧡Engagement:

I picture Leona and Yuu would be together a while time before he worrys about marriage. Leona as we know is not traditional by any means. And the two are so used to just…being there for each other, lives intertwined like a braid.

At this time after NRC I see Leona having his hands in a few things, but mostly just there as support for Yuu and even Ruggie as they navigate graduating. After his internship he currently sits as a member of the Board of Environmental Utilization.

I think they would already live together in a somewhat isolated place near the edge of the Outlands and Sunrise City. Leona originally helped get it for Yuu to have a forever home but now he finds himself there more and more. It's a bit of a fixer-upper, reminding Yuu of the Ramshackle.

I imagine their house has a revolving door policy and often has uninvited guests, Ruggie comes to visit a lot and uses it as a place to crash when he's in town to see his Granny. And then there's Cheka (who is now a teen rebelling against his parents.)

Often the two take late-night drives in Leona’s jeep to get away from the craziness of all. Leona struggles trying to adapt to a more humble living situation and lifestyle. (he still can't work the microwave for a damn), but he tries enjoying the quiet life he has with Yuu. Yuu is still figuring out how they will fit in in their new homeland as a Sunset Savanna citizen.

I feel Leona’s family would be hassling them about marriage for years but neither are too keen on the idea of it liking their private life. However, Leona knows it’s the easiest way to protect Yuu and make sure they always have a home and inherit the house they fixed up together. (Should anything ever happen to him.) Plus, it would give them full citizenship in his homeland.

So one day, he decides that it's time to make it legal. Of course, he already knew a long time ago that they belonged to one another, this is so cemented in his mind and he’s not even that nervous about it. At this point, they’ve been through so much together they live together, they are one. So, he does it in his Leona way.

On one of their sunset drives together he pulls out a special ring his sister-in-law helped him design with Yuu's three favorite stones that he’d sent them in their time apart. He had two requests when he had it made: it had to have a moon for Yuu and a stone for both of them.

Leona during his internship would often collect stones he would find in the mines, finding some to send to Yuu. He knew that they liked that sorta stuff even if he didn't care for it. And he didn’t mind writing down little geological facts for them.

“So…ya wanna be married to me?”

Yuu would honestly not expect it. And he said it so casually too! Smug bastard. But as usual, he was…right, their lives were so connected they couldn't imagine not seeing his cocky face every day or hearing his soft words of encouragement then loud ass snores every night.

“Okay.” They say with a shrug, and Yuu would be crying for both them. He was right, it just made sense. Besides, what would the lion do without them?

After putting the ring on their finger he'd wrap his arms around them, intending to never let go after that. He can’t help but get teary too. He never thought that he’d have someone like his brother did, to be by his side always.

“Well, now, yer stuck with me.”

“That’s okay.”

🧡Wedding:

As for a wedding, I KNOW Falena and Sis-in-law would press for a big, fat traditional Sunset Savanna wedding. There is a bit of controversy among some old-fashioned council members that Leona is marrying an outsider and a few murmuring that Yuu is a human too. But Leona’s favorability in the kingdom has always been so divided that some take an apathetic view, expecting this behavior from the second prince anyway.

Being a “spare heir” works in Leona’s favor this time, as there is not as much pressure for an arranged marriage for him as his brother had. Though there’s still some pushback. They were fine viewing Yuuta as a fling but it’s tradition for royal family members to have political marriages.

It’s a bit of strain on their relationship during this time with the stress of the capital’s spotlight on them. Since Leona told no one about it until after he proposed to Yuu. But, because a few on the council are fond of Yuu already, (as well as the queen regent), it all works out eventually! (Leona threatens to take Yuu and run away so many times.)

It is an…adjustment getting this much attention for Yuu. But, because the house they chose is already out of the prying eyes, the two compromise by agreeing to a true royal wedding…

This doesn’t last long. The two get fed up and…elope a few months later in the middle of the night. Cheka/Ruggie sneak out to be witnesses. Falena and the queen are pissed and make them promise to get married again in a few years publicly.

🧡Traditions:

Rings are a bit more of a modern marriage tradition in the Sunset Savanna as other countries' cultures melded with theirs over the years. Leona has never been one for traditions anyway and he liked the idea of matching rings, made out of the same ore and gems.

An old tradition of Sunset Savanna marriages is that of permanent bracelets, braided by hand by the officiating party. They are meant to stay on til death. Often colored beads are added to represent each personality. The braided hemp itself represents an eternity together in this life and the next. Through the circle of life, they are connected from then on out.

#thanks for the ask!! and the adorable HC!💚#twst #leona kingscholar #twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar x yuu #disney twisted wonderland #leona twst #bunnwich art🐇

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jihyoruri · 8 months ago

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❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 UNEXPECTED kim minjeong x reader

↳warnings: yn is a member of ive and is described as a loser a lot (like they keep coming for my girl)

for all the years that minjeong knew her ex girlfriend, she never knew the girl had a sister until after they broke up, which is insane when she thinks about it more and she still hasn’t met the girl till this day.

she remembers it like it was yesterday, on the first of december is when the hit girl group ive debuted, yes a lot of people raved about the two ex iz*one members debuting but what made more rave was the girl that looked almost identical to jimin and it wasn’t an exaggeration they had the same last name and some unreal similarities between the two girls that even had minjeong asking jimin as she seen the new idol but the only thing jimin responded with was a laugh.

it was later revealed that the girl was in fact jimin’s little sister which brought a lot of shock to the world including minjeong and a little bit of betrayal, it was weird that jimin never mentioned her little sister, even when they were dating but she never pushed on it not wanting things to become more awkward than it normally was with them lately.

it’s been almost three years and minjeong has had interactions with almost all of the ive members but she’s never had a single interaction with jimin’s sister who she learned name was yn, well not until today.

all four girls sat around each other in their own worlds with their faces in their phones, there’s comfortable silence in the room that jimin breaks.

“my sister is coming over to pick up something.” the leader says grabbing all of the girls attention, “she’ll probably stay for a couple minutes as well.” she says her eyes still on her phone while the other girls look at her like she told the most shocking news in the world.

“wait, we’re actually going to meet your precious little sister?” aeri asked, this was big news for the other girls, jimin never brought her sister around she never even talked about her, “are you being for real?”

“yeah… she should be here in like a minute.” jimin now looking up from her phone and looking at the rest of girls like they’ve grown two extra heads, “is that a problem?”

“no!” minjeong cuts in, “it’s just you never talk about her, you never even told me about her we were dating.” she says before wincing at her words both aeri and yizhuo cringing as well as awkward silence fills the word at the topic of the girls past relationship.

“well… who cares that’s the past.” jimin says looking off to the side, “just don’t jump on her guys, I know my sister and you guys are really intense sometimes.” she says and rolls her eyes at the offensive looks she gets from her members, “she’s quiet and shy and can be weird sometimes, she’s kind of a loser, like mega loser, so please give her some space when she comes in.”

loser? she doesn’t look like a loser from what ive seen minjeong says to herself, she was kind of nervous when jimin said yn was coming over but if yn really is how jimin is describing, then there’s no need.

the girls nod their heads at the leader and silence takes over the room again but not for long as a knock on the door interrupts the silence.

jimin jumps up from the couch she was on and walks over to the door opening it immediately, minjeong hears a soft voice and jimin’s laugh before the door closes.

jimin walks back to where the girls were sitting but this time with someone behind her, minjeong feels something happen in her stomach when she lays her eyes on the girl, she’s on the taller side and pretty lanky but her arms show a slight tone to them she watched as the girl she pushed up glasses up the bridge of her nose looking down at the ground not making any eye contact with girls.

“this is yn,” jimin says putting her hand on the taller girls shoulder pushing her slightly to showcase her to her members, “my baby sister.” she says teasingly patting yn who still looks at the floor.

“fix you posture and look up,” jimin says to yn who immediately straightens up and looks up at the rest of girl showcasing her heart stopping face, aeri whistles quietly earning a nudge from minjeong who can’t seem to take her eyes off the girls face as well.

“im gonna go find what you want, so just sit with them while you wait,” jimin says before sending the girls a warning look before heading to her room.

yn stands awkwardly, while aeri clears her throat, “you can sit between minjeong and I.” she says pushing minjeong over and patting the spot between them.

yn puts her hands in her jean pockets and slowly walks over to where minjeong and aeri are sitting and sits between them, she talks out her hands from her pants and plays with the rings on her fingers and looks down in her lap and minjeong can’t help but let her eyes travel down to the girls toned hands.

“so…yn.” aeri starts, “this is our first time meeting you isn’t that insane?.” the girl says trying to start a conversation but there wasn’t a single thought in her mind as well, just like minjeong her eyes are fixated on yn’s rings.

yn is silent for a second and minjeong shifted uncomfortably in her seat, feeling a strange mix of curiosity and nervousness as she stole glances at yn. despite jimin's description, there was an undeniable allure to yn's demeanor.

“uh, yeah.” yn responded, now getting bored of her rings, she focuses on a keychain of saturn on her pants playing with it, “jimin never talked about you guys much as well.”

“oh really?”yizhuo cuts in with a offended tone, “I’ll talk to her about that.” she says obviously just wanting to troll the leader she gets up, “you should come too aeri unnie,” she says grabbing the other girls attention that was still on the quiet girl.

“uh, sure…” she says getting up and leaving both yn and minjeong on the couch, “I’ll be back.” she says before walking off with yizhuo.

silence fills the room again and all minjeong can do is look at the girl who’s attention is still in her lap, losers shouldn’t be this attractive is the only thing she can say to herself, she’s happy that yn is so in her own world to not notice her staring.

at least that’s what she thought, minjeong quickly turned her head around when yn looked up and turned her head to make direct eye contact with her, she got that feeling in her stomach again, this is embarrassing.

yn stared at her for a second before turning her gaze back to the front and leaning her head back letting out a sigh, minjeong hears her mumbling to herself about how long jimin takes with things.

she awkwardly cleared her throat, “jimin unnie is always taking long right?” she says to the girl who just nods and brings an arm up to rest of the back of the couch.

“so um,” minjeong starts, “isn’t it weird how I was literally jimin’s girlfriend and still never knew about you.”

yn lifted her head back up and looked at minjeong, “jimin had a girlfriend?” she asks bluntly there’s silence before she quietly laughs at the look on minjeongs and it was the first time the other girl has seen her smile since she came in here, it was cute.

“I’m joking,” yn says now looking to side, her demeanor automatically going back to the way it was before, she scratches the back of her neck and angels it in a way that minjeong can see the tattoo that peaks out, “I knew about you, not much though.” “you like tattoos?” minjeong asks, causing the girl to look at her again, “sorry, I noticed the one on your neck.”

“uh, yeah.” yn responds looking down again, “I have more, I can strip and show you the rest.” she says causing minjeong’s face go red.

“sorry,” she laughs awkwardly, “that was a joke, a horrible joke to say to your sister ex.”

oh yeah, for a second minjeong forgot that yn was jimin’s sister, because of how hypnotized she was by the girl, “no, it was funny.” she says moving closer to yn who immediately noticed and tensed slightly.

minjeong felt more confidence, realizing that she was the one in control in this situation, “from the looks of you, somethings telling me you get a lot of girls and guys ”

“uh,” yn says glancing at minjeong before looking back down, “no, not really.”

now this shocked minjeong, why does nobody want the attractive losers? the quite ones are the best she’s never had one in her lifetime so far, but yn is making hard not to want one.

“so, you’ve never been in a relationship?” minjeong asks.

“nope.”

“unbelievable.” she says leaning closer to yn, who fidgets with anything she can at the girl’s closeness.

“I should give you my number.” the girl states which causes yn to just nod, “if that’s what you want, can I ask why? she responds.

minjeong holds her hand out and yn grabs her phone from her pocket and gave it to the girl who added her contact and gave it back, “making new friends is good, sometimes they can lead to more.”

yn awkwardly laughed at the last part and put her phone back in her pocket.

minjeong opens her mouth to say more but is cut off by the footsteps of her members.

“found it!” jimin says walking into the room and aeri and yizhuo trail behind her, it’s a old dsi animal crossings game. “why did you need this?”

yn gets up immediately and takes the game out of jimin’s hand, “I found my old dsi, and I want to play on it, for when yujin unnie yells at me for having my face in my other games for too long.” minjeong couldn’t help but frown realizing that this means that the girl is leaving now, she waves at yn along with the other girls.

“you’re such a dork,” jimin laughs while yn makes her way to the door, “you’re not gonna say bye to the girls?”

“oh yeah, bye.” she says before immediately leaving.

jimin closes the door and looks at the girls, “well, that’s my sister.”

your awfully attractive sister, minjeong says to herself, of course she would find herself being attracted to her exs sister, this was definitely unexpected.

she knew how messy a situation like this could be, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care.

#aespa x reader #aespa x fem reader #kim minjeong x reader #minjeong aespa #minjeong x reader #winter x reader #winter aespa #winter aespa x reader #girl group imagines

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theostrophywife · 2 months ago

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CHAPTER FOUR

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🤍 pairing: theodore nott x reader.

🤍 song inspiration: wonder by shawn mendes.

🤍 author’s note: you don't want to miss this one 😏

Step 4 of Pansy Parkinson’s Perfect Plan of Plotting

One Bed — : A narrative device used primarily in romance and romantic comedy genres, where two characters, typically with a burgeoning romantic tension, are forced to share a single bed.

The halfway point. So far, we’re four days in and my devious schemes are already proving fruitful. The tension between Theo and Y/N has been off the charts lately, but it just needs one final little push. After my minion informed me that Theo has been cheating the system by sleeping on the couch, it’s time to take away that barrier once and for all.

Fourth Year, Slytherin Dormitories

“I look ridiculous,” you murmured at your reflection.

“Ridiculously hot,” Pansy corrected.

Behind you, she curled a section of your hair with her wand, letting it fall in soft tendrils while you fretted in front of the mirror. Tonight was the night. Ever since the start of term, the Yule Ball was all anyone could talk about. At first, you were just as excited as the rest of your classmates, but the closer it got, the more anxious you felt.

You swallowed thickly, wondering why in the bloody hell you allowed Pansy to rope you into buying this dress. Examining your reflection, you smoothed down the front of the baby blue ball gown, fingers trailing over the plunging neckline delicately covered in white lace.

The dress was a lot more daring than anything in your wardrobe, but Pansy insisted. She was convinced that it was perfect for you, but you couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious. The ball gown certainly left little to the imagination. It cinched your waist like a lover’s embrace, the blue fabric resting right above your left thigh in a high slit that accentuated your legs before flowing into a dreamy tulle train. Still, you couldn’t deny that it was beautiful.

“This dress was made for you, babe.” Pansy declared as she finished pinning your hair up. “Graham is going to die when he sees you.”

At the mention of your date, you blanched. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Graham. Since the beginning of fourth year, you’ve gone on a handful of dates with him and they’ve all been relatively pleasant, but that was the problem. There was no spark, no excitement, no butterflies. No matter how hard you willed it into existence.

There was only one person who made you feel that way, but that was a complication for another day. Theo already loathed Graham enough — truly, he loathed any guy that showed interest in you, but Graham had been the first one that your best friend hadn’t successfully deterred. When he asked you to be his date to the Yule Ball, it only seemed natural to accept. Now that it loomed close, you felt sick to your stomach.

Still, you tampered down the anxiety and turned to your friend. If anyone had a right to dread the night ahead, it was Pansy.

“Will you be alright tonight?”

In a rare display of vulnerability, Pansy's smile dropped as she met your gaze in the mirror. Instantly, you pulled her to the edge of her bed and knelt down next to her. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. We can stay in and watch movies. Just say the word and I’ll cancel, Pans.”

Just a few days ago, she had broken things off with Padma after the Ravenclaw announced that she would be attending the Yule Ball with Ron bloody Weasley. It came as a shock, given the fact that Padma and Pansy had been seeing each other since term started.

You thought things were going well. Pansy had been out to your group of friends for a couple of months now and while everyone had been supportive of her journey, Padma was reluctant to make things public. Her own twin hadn’t even been aware of their relationship. You understood that coming out looked differently for everyone, but it broke your heart to listen to Pansy doubt herself. She didn’t deserve to be kept as a secret.

“And forfeit the chance to show my ex-girlfriend what she’s missing out on?” Pansy said, sniffing haughtily and squaring her shoulders back. “Not bloody likely.”

“There’s the Pansy Parkinson I know.”

Much to her annoyance, you pulled Pansy into a hug. Sighing, she relented and squeezed back as you grinned. “You know, I thought Ravenclaws were supposed to be smart. Patil’s an absolute idiot for ever letting you go. You’re the smartest, funniest, and hottest witch I know. You’re the motherfucking Pansy Parkinson. Any witch in this castle would kill to have you as their girlfriend.”

Your friend chuckled. “Thank you, Y/N. It feels strange to be on the other end of a motivational speech. Does it always feel this way when I do it?”

“Well, you tend to be a little bit more forceful,” you teased. “But I love you for it.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

Just as you pulled away, a sharp knock startled you out of the tender moment. You and Pansy stared at each other.

“Come in,” Pansy called.

Draco stumbled through the door, his platinum blonde hair uncharacteristically tousled and his pale complexion tinged with a deep flush. The Malfoy heir looked like he just finished sprinting through the castle. “It’s Theo,” he breathed.

At the mention of your best friend, you sprang to your feet. “What happened?”

“He just received a patronus from Rome,” Draco explained. “Nonna is in the hospital.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach. “Is she alright?”

“Theo didn’t say much, but he’s with the headmaster right now. They’ve given him permission to floo to Rome.”

“I have to — I have to go —” You couldn’t breathe. Fear threatened to overcome you entirely, but you fought against it. Theo needed you. “I can’t let him be alone.”

“I know,” Draco agreed. “Professor Snape said he’s leaving within the hour, so we have to hurry.”

As quickly as possible, the three of you rushed out into the corridor. The sound of your heels clicking against the marble tile echoed as you and Pansy followed Draco’s lead. In his haste, Draco stomped down the staircase and nearly collided with the person waiting at the bottom step.

At the landing, Graham stood at attention. Your date was wearing a perfectly tailored deep blue dress robe with shiny leather shoes, which made him appear taller than he actually was. His dark hair was slicked back and away from his green eyes that now roamed over your figure. In his hands was a delicately crafted corsage, presumably for you.

“There you are,” said Graham. He straightened the front of his robes, impatience flickering through his expression. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“I’m so sorry, Graham, but now is not a good time.” You rushed out as Draco tapped his watch, signaling the hour. Theo could be stepping through the floo any moment now. “I have to go. It’s an emergency.”

Graham frowned. “What’s happened? What do you mean you have to go?”

“Theo’s grandmother is in the hospital. I don’t have time to explain, but please know I’m very sorry to miss the ball.”

“Miss the ball?” He repeated in disbelief. “You’re ditching me for Nott?”

Graham was well aware of Theo’s dislike of him. In fact, the feeling was mutual. He didn’t like that the two of you were so close, but there was nothing to be done about that now.

“Of course she is! This is a family emergency, you twat. Y/N would never leave Theo alone at a time like this.” Draco growled, frustration written all over his face. “Now get out of the bloody way, Montague.”

“This can’t be happening.”

“Look, we can talk about it when we get back, but I really have to go.”

“No,” Graham firmly stated. He gripped your wrist and held you in place. Fury like no other surged through you. “You have to choose. It’s either me or Theo.”

Without thinking, you snatched your arm away and leveled Graham with an icy glare. “Theo. I pick Theo. You may be my date for tonight, but he’s — Theo is — Theo is my person.”

You didn’t wait for a reaction. You couldn’t care less about the fallout. Graham should’ve known better than to give you an ultimatum. In your mind, there was no choice other than Theo. You would always pick him. Shoving Montague out of the way, you sprinted through the castle with Pansy and Draco following closely behind. When you reached the headmaster’s office, the phoenix statue standing guard over the entrance gave you pause.

“How do we get in?” you asked frantically.

“I don’t know,” Draco admitted. He examined the stairs, looking for any sort of opening.

Pansy stomped on the spiral staircase in an attempt to get it moving, but nothing happened. With determination, you plucked your wand from your dress pocket and instructed your friends to move. If you had to bombarda the bloody thing, you would.

“Drop your wand, Miss Y/L/N.”

You whirled around to find the head of your house staring down at you in disapproval. Professor Snape stood between you and the door, his impenetrable gaze sliding from your wand to the phoenix statue. You held your chin high and your wand even higher. In all your years at Hogwarts, you had never defied Snape so openly, but you were determined to get into that office one way or another.

“What exactly is your plan?” Snape asked with his arms crossed. “Decimate the headmaster’s beloved statue to gain entrance?”

“If it came to that, then yes.” You held your wand steady even though anxiety and apprehension brewed within you like a malevolent storm.

Draco shot to his feet. “She just needs to see Theo, professor.”

Snape appraised you for a moment. You made no indication of standing down. “Follow me, then. The headmaster has been expecting you.”

Without further explanation, Snape climbed onto the spiral staircase. Pansy and Draco squeezed you into a hug and wished you luck. You promised to send them word as soon as you could. As the stairs began to ascend, you watched anxiously as their faces disappeared from view.

Inside the headmaster’s office, Theo paced back and forth while Dumbledore attempted to comfort him. He was dressed in a black tuxedo with a baby blue vest and matching tie, the latter of which now hung loosely around his neck as he tugged at the silk. The sight of it was heart wrenching. Even though his expression was cold and distant, you could tell that Theo was worried beyond belief. His fear was as palpable as your own.

“Teddy?”

Relief washed over Theo as he turned to find you standing before him. Your best friend gravitated towards you, his lower lip trembling as you surged forward to gather him in your arms.

“You came,” he murmured in a broken whisper.

“Of course I did,” you assured him as you rubbed his back. “I wouldn’t leave you alone at a time like this.”

Theo took a deep breath as you cradled his cheek. His gaze roamed over your dress, apprehension written all over his features. “I’m so sorry, fragolina. I didn’t mean to ruin your night. I know how much you were looking forward to the ball. Fuck, Montague must be furious —”

“To hell with Montague,” you stated firmly. “You’re more important.”

Your best friend slid his hand into yours, squeezing tightly as he faced Dumbledore and Snape. “We’re ready to go now.”

Within a few moments, you found yourself stepping through the lobby of a hospital. Healers milled about in the large, brightly lit room, rushing off to care for their patients. The sight of the yellow robed witches and wizards gave Theo pause. You could only imagine that their presence brought forth traumatic memories of his mum’s frequent trips to St. Mungo’s.

Steeling yourself, you marched right up to the front desk and greeted the elderly witch sitting behind the counter. She gave a wide berth at your overly formal attire, but smiled politely when she caught herself.

“Buonasera, siamo qui per vedere Serafina Conti.”

“Qual è il tuo rapporto con il paziente?”

“Grandson,” Theo rasped. “I’m her grandson.”

The healer checked the records, her eyes skimming over the patient charts. “Serafina is under heavy sedation. The rest of your family has been contacted and should be arriving soon.”

“What exactly happened?”

“Your grandmother contracted a case of Forest Cough. Typically, the cough is very mild. Had Serafina sought treatment earlier this week, she would’ve been perfectly fine, but since she waited, it developed into a fever.”

You swallowed thickly. “Will she be alright?”

“Her healer has her on a dose of magical antibiotics, which also acts as a mild sedative. With a few hours of rest, Serafina should recover quite quickly. If any other symptoms arise, we do advise that she seek treatment as soon as possible. The worst thing you can do is wait.”

“Thank you so much.” The weight on your heart lessened at the reassurance. Nonna would be alright. That was all that mattered. “Could we please see her?”

The witch nodded. “Of course. Follow me.”

The two of you followed the healer through a long corridor. The walls were painted a cheerful yellow color that matched the healer’s robes, but even its sunny shade couldn’t mask the cold and sterile feeling of the hospital. Beside you, Theo tensed as you passed room after room of patients, his gaze lingering on the still bodies within.

You squeezed his hand, distracting him from his own memories. “It’s alright,” you murmured. “Nonna is going to be alright, Teddy.”

Theo tore his gaze away from a pale witch laying still on a stretcher, his expression shifting from worry to relief. He nodded in agreement and squeezed your hand back.

Just then, the elderly witch led you into a private room. She poked her head through the door, alerting nonna of your presence. “Serafina, there’s visitors here to see you.”

As she ushered you in, you couldn’t help but notice how small and fragile nonna looked. To you, Serafina Conti had always been larger than life, but right now, you realized that even a strong woman like her wasn’t invulnerable. Be that as it may, nonna haughtily sat up in her bed and crossed her arms as though she owned the place.

With a look of disapproval, she tutted at the both of you. “Why are you here?’

“Aldo sent a patronus,” Theo explained. “He said you were in the hospital. We were worried sick!”

“You know how your cousin loves his theatrics,” Nonna said with a nonchalant wave. “I’m perfectly fine.”

“They said they had to sedate you, that you had Forest Cough and you waited so long that it turned into a fever —”

“The healers are overzealous, as usual. All this fuss over a cough. It’s ridiculous, really.”

“Stop treating it like a joke!” Theo snapped, his voice echoing off the walls. You had never heard him speak to his grandmother like this, which told you how truly upset he was about the entire situation. “I could’ve lost you, nonna. I can’t — I can’t go through that again.”

Nonna’s expression softened. She knew more than anyone how the loss of her daughter nearly broke Theo. “I’m alright, Theodore. I apologize for worrying you, but I promise that everything is fine.” Theo’s shoulders slumped, the tension easing from his body as his grandmother held his hand. “Besides, you can’t get rid of me that easily. Who’s going to help plan you and Y/N’s wedding?”

A choked sob broke free from your throat. You hadn’t even realized that you were holding in tears until this moment. For the past hour, you were focused on doing whatever it took to get to Rome. Now that you were standing before nonna, the possibility of losing her crashed over you all at once.

You sniffled and wiped an errant tear away as she took your hand. “Don’t cry, piccolina. It’ll take more than a silly little cough to take me out.”

“We were so worried,” you confessed. “We just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m alive and kicking,” she joked. In a softer tone, she said, “Thank you for accompanying Theodore. As upset as I am that you both skipped the Yule Ball to be here, I am glad I got to see the two of you like this. You make a beautiful couple.”

“Nonna,” Theo groaned. “Now is really not the time.”

Nonna rolled her eyes, ignoring her grandson. “So, tell me. When did Theodore finally pluck up the courage to ask you to be his date?”

Theo sighed, knowing that there was no stopping his grandmother. He busied himself with tidying up her surroundings, flinging the curtains open to reveal a stunning view of the city. Rome was a beauty to behold, its ancient streets thrumming with excitement even at this late hour. In the distance, you could make out the Sistine Chapel under the glittering stars.

“I was actually supposed to go with someone else.” Up until this point, you had completely forgotten all about Montague. You knew you’d have to deal with that when you returned, but he seemed rather insignificant given all that had occurred. “Graham Montague.”

Nonna wrinkled her nose. The gesture told you all you needed to know about her opinion of him. “If you were going with the Montague boy, then why are you and my grandson matching?”

Your gaze flickered up to Theo’s baby blue vest and tie, which were both a perfect match to the color of your ball gown. “I don’t know, actually. Teddy never saw my dress. I might have mentioned that I was wearing blue, but not the exact shade.”

“This is the shade of blue that you always say you look best in,” Theo explained. “It’s your favorite color. Everyone knows that.”

“Nobody knows that.”

“Well, I know that.”

Graham certainly hadn’t. You had shown him the exact color, yet he still picked the wrong shade to wear. You thought that perhaps boys were just clueless when it came to this sort of thing. After all, blue was blue. But Theo knew. Of course he knew.

An amused smirk appeared on nonna’s face as she watched the interaction. She was outright grinning when Theo busied himself with her pillows, fluffing them quite aggressively to hide the flush on his cheeks. You couldn’t help but smile.

An hour later, Theo’s cousin Aldo finally arrived from Vallara. It had been a nightmare to journey to Rome, given that the floo station in the countryside closed earlier than most. Aldo had to travel to Amalfi by apparating, which took quite the toll on him. Regardless, he was glad to see that nonna was in stable condition.

The rest of Theo’s cousins piled into the small room, nearly causing a fire hazard from the sheer amount of people packed in such a tiny space. The two of you gave them time to fuss over nonna, happily changing into the extra clothes they had brought. The ball gown was a feat to remove, the tulle and silk nearly suffocating you as you tried to maneuver out of it in the bathroom stall. In the end, you prevailed. Despite the fact that Theo’s sweats and hoodie nearly swallowed you whole, you were thankful to be in comfier clothing.

After chatting with his cousins and ensuring that nonna would be properly cared for, the two of you said your goodbyes. You wished you could stay longer, but it was time to return to the castle. Under the silver moon, you and Theo walked through the empty streets, marveling at the beauty of Rome.

“I never got to tell you,” Theo said suddenly. “You look beautiful tonight.”

“Looked,” you corrected. “No offense, but my dress was a little more fashionable than this outfit.”

“You could wear a plastic bag and I’d still think that you’re beautiful, bella.”

You flushed at the compliment, hiding its effect behind a curtain of hair. “Thank you, Teddy.”

“No, thank you. I couldn’t have gotten through all of that without you.” Theo took your hand, twirling the emerald ring on your finger with a small smile. “I’m sorry that I messed things up for you with Montague.”

“Don’t lie, Teddy. You’re not sorry.”

Theo smiled sheepishly. “You’re right. I’m not.”

“It’s alright. It probably wouldn’t have worked out between us anyways.”

“Why do you say that?”

“I don’t think he really knew me,” you mused. “He couldn’t even remember my favorite color.”

“What an idiot,” teased Theo. “Still, you must be bummed about missing the ball. I know you were looking forward to it.”

“There will be other balls,” you responded. “This was more important.”

Theo lifted your hand and brushed his lips against your knuckles. “I’m really glad you’re here with me, bella.”

“Me too, Teddy,” you whispered softly. “Me too.”

Day Four, The Clay Cliffs

Laughter emanated from your phone while you recounted the events of the past few days to your parents. When you described the trip to the Temple of Cupid, your mum teared up as your dad comforted her in the back garden. The two of them were having afternoon tea when you called, which was the perfect time to chat and catch up.

Attempting to lighten the mood, your dad peered into the screen. “Is that the infamous convertible?”

You grinned and panned around the baby blue car, which you were currently lounging in as you waited for the rest of your friends to arrive. Theo insisted on driving up the Clay Cliffs, while Pansy and the boys rented bikes to take the more scenic route. You had absolutely no desire to struggle up the cliffside, so you opted to accompany your best friend instead.

As if on cue, Theo bounded back into the car after begrudgingly helping a group of tourists with directions. “Hi Laurel! Hi Alistair!’”

Your parents waved as Theo slipped into the driver seat. He grinned into the camera before snatching your favorite heart shaped sunglasses off your head and placing them over his eyes. “Hi, Theo. Congratulations on the car. She’s a beauty!”

“Theo hasn’t hit a single curb our whole trip. The driving lessons finally paid off, dad.”

“I’m proud of you, son.”

Beside you, Theo flushed and shyly thanked your dad. Shifting in his seat, he grabbed the phone from your hand and squeezed himself into frame. No matter how many times you explained the technology of video calls to him, Theo still wasn’t convinced that it wasn’t a form of magic.

“The garden looks great, Alistair.” Theo lowered his sunglasses and squinted at the screen. “The cherry tree looks like it’s blooming.”

You furrowed your brow. “When did you add a cherry tree?”

“The start of summer,” your dad answered. “Theo helped me plant it before he left for Vallara.”

“He also cooked us a fantastic dinner,” your mum added. She looked wistful, probably fantasizing about your best friend’s cooking. “I still dream about that carbonara.”

“I promise to cook it for you the next time I visit.”

“Speaking of which,” your dad interjected. “Are we still on for Sunday tea when you’re back in town?”

“Of course,” Theo assured. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“You guys are having tea without me?” you asked incredulously.

Your mum nodded. “Well, we have to do something to fill our time while our little girl is off at Oxford.”

Theo nudged you, smiling. “Don’t worry, bella. Now that I have my car, I can come and kidnap you during the weekends.”

You beamed. “Thanks, Teddy.”

Just then, you heard bells ringing through the clearing. The rest of your friends had finally caught up, racing up the narrow trail in colorful bikes.

Mattheo honked his horn, the wind plastering his curls to his cheek as he pedaled uphill. “Come on lovebirds, it’s time. Last one to dive off the cliff owes the group a round tonight!”

Your mum let out a surprised squeak. “Please tell me you’re not jumping headfirst off a cliff.”

“I would, but then I’d be lying.”

“Y/N Y/L/N!”

“Hm, what was that, mum? I think you’re breaking up.”

Theo snickered as your mum began to lecture the two of you. Fortunately, your dad talked her down before she could continue her rant. “Bye, sweetheart, have fun! You too, son. Take care of our little girl. Love you both.”

Your best friend waved at your parents, a grin present on his face. “Always! Love you, miss you. See you soon!”

“Love you mum and dad. Talk to you later!.”

After bidding your parents goodbye, you and Theo made your way up to the top of the Clay Cliffs. At the peak, Mattheo waved you towards the cliff’s edge. Cautiously, you made your way over to where the rest of the boys stood. The four of them were busy placing bets on who could do the most flips before landing.

Pansy rolled her eyes. “Just make sure you don’t break your neck. It would put a damper on my holiday.”

“My money’s on you,” you stated as you draped an arm over her shoulder. You don’t know why the boys bothered. Pansy was by far the most athletic out of all of you.

“Are you making the jump this year?”

Your stomach flipped as you peered over the cliffside. The drop was at least fifty feet, which was intimidating enough without your paralyzing fear of heights. Still, you were determined to face this phobia of yours once and for all. You didn’t know when you’d get another chance to share this moment with your favorite people. Despite your determination, it didn’t make the task less daunting.

Steeling yourself, you nodded. “Yes. It would be a shame to come all this way and not do it.”

Pansy smiled and squeezed your hand. “You’ve got this, babe.”

The support gave you a little boost of confidence, especially after the boys assured you that they’d all be waiting at the bottom and cheering you on. You watched in anticipation as Blaise and Draco went first, their dives perfectly synchronized as they flipped two times in the air before slicing through the water.

“Showoffs,” Mattheo muttered as he kicked off his shoes. He squinted at the waves below, no doubt calculating if he can beat Blaise and Draco.

“You’ve got this, Matt,” you encouraged. “You’re by far the most obnoxious competitive person I know. Show them how it’s done.”

“Thanks, I think?” Mattheo responded with an amused chuckle. He raised a brow as a mischievous grin tugged at his lips. “Mind giving me a good luck kiss?”

“I will kick you off this damn cliff,” Theo threatened.

With a smirk, Mattheo saluted the two of you before joining your friends below. Just as you predicted, he executed three flips on the way down. Enzo went shortly after and tied with Mattheo, much to the latter’s annoyance. Pansy gracefully followed with a series of four flips that had you cheering and whistling.

Finally, it was your turn. You slowly peeled your dress off and carefully arranged it next to everyone else’s clothes. Theo tugged his shirt off before flinging it in the same general direction. You shook your head as you folded it up for him, rolling your eyes fondly while he apologized with a sheepish grin.

Those familiar watercolor eyes snagged on your blue dotted bikini, the heat of his gaze sending shivers down your spine. You couldn’t help but return the favor, cheeks heating as you shamelessly scanned Theo’s toned chest and chiseled abs. When he was younger, Theo often complained about his lanky build, but you liked how tall and lean he was. He’d certainly grown into it now. As if those mesmerizing eyes and sex tousled waves and impish grin wasn’t enough, Theo also had to be funny and kind and sweet.

Truly, it was unfair to the rest of the world.

“Are you nervous, bella?”

You shook off your daydreams and returned to reality. “A little.” You made the mistake of looking down at the waves below. From this point of view, everything seemed that much more terrifying. “Is it silly that I’m scared?”

Theo gently grabbed your hand, prying you away from anxiously twisting your emerald ring. “I don’t think it’s silly at all,” he replied. “It’s normal to feel scared.”

“But you’re not scared of anything.”

Your best friend chuckled. “Are you kidding? I’m scared of everything, all the time. I just act like I’m not.”

“Really?”

Theo nodded. “Do you remember the first time I met the guys?”

“At Malfoy Manor, right? When we were eight.”

“I was so scared that they wouldn’t like me, that they wouldn’t understand my accent, but mostly I was scared that you’d figure out that they were funnier and smarter and cooler than I was and I’d lose my best friend.”

Your expression softened. “You could never lose me, Teddy.”

“I know that now,” Theo said with a smile. “But back then, I was terrified. Until you told me that we were a package deal. That if they didn’t like me, then you didn’t like them either because we came as a pair. You couldn’t have one without the other.”

“I was only stating the obvious.”

“Maybe, but you don’t know what that meant to me. Besides mum, no one has ever stood up for me like that. I remember you threatening to push Flint into the garden fountain when he said I sounded funny even though he was older and bigger than the both of us combined.”

The memory made you chuckle. “If only I had that courage now.”

“You do,” Theo assured you. “My point is, you’re the bravest person I know. I’m never scared when I’m with you.”

“You’ve never told me that before,” you said softly, sniffling a little. You couldn’t help it. Theo knew exactly what to say to put your mind at ease.

“I was saving it for the view,” Theo replied cheekily. “It really gives it that theatrical effect.”

Though you could still feel your heart beating against your ribcage, your anxiety lessened. You squeezed Theo’s hand, mostly to remind yourself that he was here with you. His presence always grounded you.

“Will you jump with me?” you asked shyly.

Theo’s smile was like a shot of espresso, warm and soothing as it surged through your nervous system like caffeine. You could see why people said that coffee was as addictive as the next hard drug, because you were pretty sure that you’d chase this high for the rest of your life.

Your heart soared as he squeezed your hand back. “Of course, fragolina,” he declared proudly. “I’d be offended if you didn’t pick me to do something so stupid and reckless with.”

“You’re quite right. The most stupid and reckless things I’ve ever done in my life have included you in some way or another.”

Theo grinned and kissed the back of your knuckles. “You’re stalling.”

“Maybe a little bit.”

“We’ll do it together,” he said. “Like everything in life. On the count of three, we jump, okay?”

“Okay.”

“One…two…”

“Wait, jump on three or after three?”

“Now!”

With a scream, you and Theo broke out into a sprint and leapt off the cliffside. Your stomach turned inside out and upside down while your heart galloped in your chest. The adrenaline kicked in as you plunged through the water, the waves splashing all around you as you kicked back up to the surface.

It was scary, it was exhilarating, but most of all, it was reassuring because when you broke free, Theo was still holding your hand.

Later that night, you found yourself ducking into the mouth of a cave. Behind you, the boys grumbled as they crouched, nearly hitting their heads on the jagged rocks. Draco mumbled something about sullying his expensive silk button down, while Enzo mocked his cousin with an overly snooty accent.

“Are you sure this is the right place?” Blaise asked warily.

“Have I ever steered you wrong, Zabini?”

“Do you want me to answer honestly?”

To be fair, you couldn’t exactly blame Blaise for doubting your best friend. Theo promised to bring you and your friends to the hottest party in town only to lead you into the heart of a cave.

Theo rolled his eyes. “Just a little more,” he urged. “Then you’ll see that Theodore Nott always delivers. Isn’t that right, bella?”

You scoffed. “Well, Theodore Nott needs to deliver a little faster, because my feet are absolutely killing me. Had I known we were going spelunking, I would’ve opted out of heels.”

“I second that,” Pansy huffed in annoyance. “I’m honestly considering throwing my stiletto at your head, Nott.”

“Keep your shoes to yourself, ladies,” Theo warned as he led you further into the cave.

In the distance, you could hear the muffled sound of music and the thump of the bass echoing through the rock. You gaped as the crowd came into view. Lights flashed along the cavern, pulsing to the beat of the music. The inside of the cave looked like a club, complete with a DJ, a fully stocked bar, and a makeshift dance floor.

“How did you even know about this?” Draco asked.

“I was invited by a local,” Theo responded slyly. “Speaking of which, here’s our host now.”

The local was none other than Dante, who was now strolling up to your group with a tray full of limoncello. You watched in confusion as Theo exchanged cheek kisses with Dante as though they were old friends.

“Well, this is a pleasant surprise,” Pansy greeted.

“Indeed,” Dante agreed. “I must admit, I was surprised when Theo called me up after your visit to the vineyard. I got the feeling that he wasn’t too fond of me.”

“What would ever make you think that?” quipped your best friend.

Dante chuckled. “After he proposed a fresh start, I couldn’t help but agree. Besides, there is no way I’d pass up the chance to show you the hottest party in town. Welcome to Vallara’s most exclusive club, my friends.”

“Wow,” Mattheo exclaimed. “This is sick.”

Enzo nodded in agreement. “Is that a body paint station? Did that girl just take off her top — where are you going, Mattheo? Hey, wait for me!”

You chuckled as the two boys hustled to the other side of the room. Theo rolled his eyes and apologized for their behavior, but Dante merely waved it off before passing out the limoncello.

“To new friends,” Theo proposed.

Dante clinked his glass with his. “To new friends!”

The limoncello was dangerously sweet and smooth, its tart aftertaste causing your face to pucker. The drinks flowed after that as Dante introduced your group of friends to the crowd. For the most part, everyone in attendance was a local, which made you feel honored to be welcomed into their midst.

As always, Theo was a natural at working the crowd. Your best friend seemed to have taken your advice to heart, because he and Dante were currently laughing and chatting with yesterday’s not-so-great first impression clearly forgotten. From the glimpses you stole from the dance floor, Theo was currently trying to play wingman, talking Dante up to a very handsome local. He took the job quite seriously, politely declining any attention thrown his way.

“How is it fair that Nott is turning girls away while none of them will even look at me?” complained Mattheo.

“It’s because you reek of desperation.” Draco responded honestly, brushing off a nonexistent piece of lint from his shirt.

“And he doesn’t?” Mattheo exclaimed. “Theo’s been following Y/N around like a lost puppy all summer. Hell, all his life.”

“That’s not desperation, you dolt,” Pansy scoffed. “That’s love.”

You rolled your eyes. “Theo’s not in love with —” The protest died in your throat as Theo caught your eye from across the room. His face lit up when he spotted you like you were the beacon he’d been searching for in the dark.

Mattheo ignored your comment entirely. “So if I fall in love, girls will flock to me?”

Draco shook his head. “That’s not the point. When you fall in love, no one else matters. You can’t even see anyone but them. You just know deep down inside that you’ve found your person.”

“Y/N.” You startled as Theo hugged you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“What?” asked Mattheo.

“My person,” Theo clarified. “It’s Y/N. That’s what Draco was talking about, right?”

Draco smirked. “Told you, Riddle.”

The shit eating grins remained on your friend’s faces even during the walk home from the cave. It didn’t help that Theo insisted on giving you a piggyback ride through the cobblestone streets after one too many complaints about your aching feet. As he set you down on the bathroom counter, Theo shook his head.

“I will never understand why you choose to punish yourself this way, bella.”

You shrugged, watching as your best friend removed the death traps from your feet. “Beauty is pain, Teddy.”

“Must be why I’m always aching,” Theo remarked with a dramatic sigh. “Pretty hurts.”

You snorted as you jumped off the counter and began your ten step skincare routine. Theo traded places with you, swinging his long legs while he handed you product after product. He grinned like a little kid when you swiped toner, moisturizer, and serum onto his face. Not that he needed it. Irritatingly enough, his skin was clear as day without the aid of expensive products.

After you finished brushing your teeth together, the two of you changed into pajamas and settled for the night. You buried yourself in bed, sighing at the cold sheets and fluffy pillows. Theo made his way over to the love seat that he’d been sleeping on for the past few nights, but it was gone. Nowhere to be found. He stared at the empty spot in complete bafflement.

“Is the couch…”

“Yup.”

“Completely gone?”

“Mhm."

“Disappeared off the face of the earth.”

“Seems like it.”

“Oh god,” you groaned. “I’m sorry, Teddy. I have a feeling this is Pansy’s doing. She’s been scheming all summer. First the honeymoon suite and then this.”

“It’s okay, fragolina,” Theo assured you. “I can just sleep on the living room couch.”

You shook your head vehemently. “You shouldn’t have to sleep on the couch.”

“I’m fine, bella.”

“Theo,” you whisper, your voice disrupting the blissful bubble of silence. “I don’t want you to sleep on the couch.”

Realization flooded Theo’s features. He smiled softly, shy and sweet as he made his way over to you. Making room for him, you threw the blankets back and watched as he crawled into bed beside you. Theo settled on his side, his head resting on the pillow as he faced you.

You mirrored his action, suddenly feeling vulnerable as those piercing blue eyes flitted over you. “Hi.”

Theo grinned. “Hi.”

The two of you stared at each other for a moment. The serene sounds of the countryside lapped all around you; the gentle breeze swaying gently through the open window, the soothing lull of the waves kissing the shore, all of it syncing with the rhythmic beating of your heart.

The moonlight streamed into the room in glittering strips of silver, its light bathing Theo in its ethereal glow. His fluffy hair, his boyish grin, his sleepy eyes. You had never seen anything more beautiful and breathtaking in your life.

“You’re my person, too.”

The smile on his face would’ve put the stars to shame. The gravity of it was magnetizing, drawing you in like an inevitable force.

“Do you know that you’re my favorite person in this entire world?”

“I had a feeling,” Theo teased. You scoffed and rolled your eyes, preparing a sarcastic response, but you stopped short when he leaned closer. His knuckles brushed against your cheek. “I’d say the same, but it seems like an understatement to call you my favorite person in the world when you are my world.”

“Teddy…”

“Too cheesy?” he asked with a boyish grin.

“No, it’s perfect.” You took his face in your hands, cataloging every freckle and mole as though everything about him wasn’t already seared into your mind. “You’re perfect.”

You didn’t know who moved first. It might’ve been him, it might’ve been you, but at the end of the day, all that mattered was that his lips were on yours. As Theo kissed you, you realized then that you’d never truly known what it meant to hunger, to crave — not truly. Not like this.

The kiss itself was soft and gentle and sweet, but it was also all-consuming. The pressure of his lips against yours brought you relief. It was the breaking of clouds, the pattering of rain, the downpour after an endless drought.

Your fingers slipped through his silky locks as Theo tugged you closer, his hands snaking around you in a tight embrace as though he was afraid you might disappear. You wanted to tell him that you weren’t going anywhere. You couldn’t even if you tried, but you were too drunk on him — his scent, his touch, his kisses.

This, you thought, was exactly what you were made for.

Theo pulled away, his gaze tender as it flickered over your face. You touched your fingers to your lips, already missing the absence of his kisses.

“I’ve been waiting for that all my life,” Theo whispered in awe.

“I had a feeling,” you teased back.

“I like when you’re cheeky,” Theo chuckled, burying his face in your neck. He placed a kiss under your jaw. “And I like how soft your skin is.” Another kiss on your cheek. “I like how red and flushed you get when I compliment you.”

Theo pressed his lips against yours Once, twice, three times. Just because he could. Just because he wanted to savor the taste of your cherry chapstick, to swallow the soft little sigh that escaped your mouth every time he kissed you, to acclimate himself to the new reality of getting to snog his best friend whenever and wherever he wanted.

“I just really like you.”

You smiled into the kiss. “I really like you too, Teddy.”

The confession was the tip of the iceberg of how you felt for him, but it would do for now. As Theo held you in his arms, you listened to the rhythmic pulse echoing in your chest.

Your heart thumped to the beat of his name. Theo, Theo, Theo.

It always had and it always will.

#hey hi hello how you doing #theo nott #theo nott fic #theo nott x reader #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott #theo nott x you #theodore nott x you #theo nott x y/n #theo nott imagine

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ahhnini · 2 months ago

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let you break my heart again - rafe cameron x reader

your relationship with rafe is nothing more than a twisted fantasy

warnings - fake dating, rafe breaks reader’s heart, fluff, angst, degradation (not in a kinky way), not proofread!

a/n - based off a dream I had of rafe, kind of in a writing slump so pls send in reqs! <3

when rafe cameron came knocking at your doorstep at two in the morning, face angry, you were more than confused. you two have never been that close, however, the forced proximity of figure eight led you two to form an acquaintance with another. when you had asked him what was going on, he barged into your house, gripping onto the sides of your shoulders like you were gonna fly away. he looked up at you, eyes red. then, you heard him say words that you didn’t think he’d ever utter to you, “I need you to be my girlfriend.”

so that’s how you ended up here, laughing with the camerons’ on their yacht, sailing the sea. it’s been a month since you’ve agreed to be rafe’s “girlfriend” and everyone on the island bought it. they’ve never known that much about you anyways, so when he started parading you around, everyone began to gossip how rafe cameron charmed the mystery girl of kildare island.

you felt a kiss on your cheek as you pour yourself another drink. “you doin’ okay?” rafe asks as he begins to pour himself a whiskey shot. you nod your head, looking up at him while he downs his drink, “good,” he wipes his lips, walking away to talk to his father. you let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. this was harder than you thought, especially when you feel butterflies in your stomach every time he shows an ounce of affection to you.

you made a promise to yourself that this was definitely a no strings attached situation. he would get you around the island, introducing you to valuable connections, while his reputation would change to be a better one. it was a win-win. you didn’t really think about the other factors, like the fact that you’ve had a secret crush on the infamous kook prince since you were twelve.

you really shouldn’t be feeding into your delusions like this; it’s unhealthy. that’s what you keep telling yourself, but each time you see him, you can’t help but have a smidge of optimism, that he actually likes you, wants you.

your heart breaks in the serene island of guadalupe, tears streaming down your face as rafe yells at you in the costal house bedroom. “why would I ever like you, y/n! the only reason why we’re doing this is for my reputation, for my dad to trust me again, for me to show my family that i’ve changed! you don’t mean anything to me, stop thinking i’m actually in love with you, because i’m not! I don’t even think I’d wanna be friends with you,” he huffs, cornering you to a wall. he lifts your chin, observing your tear stricken face, “cry all you want, but that’s not gonna help me change the way I feel.” he backs off, turning around to enter the bathroom, “i’m gonna take a shower, clean yourself off, make yourself presentable. we have dinner in two hours.”

you sip on your latte, waiting for rafe to get back home. you sat like a wife who’s husband spent too much time in the office. except he wasn’t your husband, he was just…a guy. you hear the front door shut, immediately shuffling to greet him. “hey, what are you doin’ here?” he slurred, breath reeking of alcohol. “uh—wanted to make sure you got home safe, that’s all!” you fidgeted with your hands. he let out a soft hum, “you can spend the night if you want to, y/n, i’m going to topper’s,” you look up at him, meeting his dilated pupils, “wha—huh? you’re gonna drive to topper’s?” rafe rolls his eyes, nodding, “yeah, I am—” “no! I can’t let you do that, let me drive you, c’mon—” he sighs, giving in, and you thank the alcohol has made him less stubborn, “fine.”

you pulled up to topper’s house, the porch light on and inviting. you speak up after the silent drive there, “um—are you sure you want to spend the night at topper’s? we can always go back if you want” he shakes his head, turning towards you. “no, i’m sick of your shit, y/n. always treatin’ me like I can’t take care of myself. guess what,” he points at himself, “I can take care of my own shit, okay? I don’t need you,” he rushes out of the car, stumbling up the porch stairs, disappearing behind the house door.

you stay there for a couple of moments, sniffling. during the drive back to the camerons’—yes, you were staying the night, you needed to take care of rafe for when he was hungover—you reflected on your relationship with him. how one day he’d treat you like you were his queen, the next he’d treat you like you were dirt. you can’t stop your feelings, no matter how hard you tried to repress them, they always end up coming out. you know you don’t deserve this. you deserve someone who actually loves you, not someone who’s using you. but…rafe…you can’t imagine being with someone who’s not him. that night, you lay down on his bed, fantasizing the perfect life with rafe, waiting for him to come back tomorrow morning.

you swallow, telling yourself you’d be fine being with him, being in this arrangement. even if he’ll never love you back, you’d let him break your heart over and over again.

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perseephoneee · 10 months ago

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rest your eyes [castiel x reader]

synopsis: you can't sleep so castiel helps you

a/n: i am sick with covid and have been rewatching supernatural with my boo. castiel was literally my second crush ever, and i missed him so much, so i decided to write something (based on the fact i'm an insomniac who would totally sleep on an angel if offered)

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It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

It was supposed to go: hunting a monster in the woods and returning to some dingy motel that Dean found at the end of the day. Instead, the chase led you and the rest of the squad so deep into the woods that it was wiser to set up camp than try and trek back to civilization. The camp included a rock outcropping to protect from the weather, a shitty fire, and a lack of comfortable sleeping arrangements. Sam and Dean were used to sleeping on almost anything so they could pass out immediately. You, on the other hand, had insomnia sleeping in a regular bed and knew you were going to struggle to fall asleep with nothing more than the moss covering the ground.

Castiel didn’t sleep, so he was keeping watch. You had your jacket balled up as a pillow under your head, and instead of closing your eyes and trying to encourage rest in your body, you were staring at Cas through thick lashes. He looked up at the sky, a serene expression on his face like he was thinking about what each star meant. The light from the fire flickered across his cheekbones, the bridge of his nose, even his cupid’s bow. Sometimes, you were struck by just how beautiful he was, like some Greek artists, the idea of the perfect man, sculpted to perfection and thrown at your feet for just you to enjoy. You wondered how you ended up so lucky to be blessed with his presence.

“Why do humans enjoy looking at the stars?” Castiel asks you in a soft voice to not rouse Sam and Dean. You should’ve guessed that he would notice that you were awake.

“I think…it’s nice to think about things far away from your own life,” you hum, giving up on your rock bed and sitting up, brushing leaves and other debris out of your hair. Cas looks at you, the blue in his eyes a shifting kaleidoscope from the dancing lights around you. “And the concept of stars is beautiful,” you sighed, curling your legs up and under. Cas tilted his head at that, brows slightly furrowed. It was your favorite expression on him.

“Stars are just clouds of gas and light,” Castiel answers.

“But they’ve traveled thousands of light years to reach us, even if they don’t realize it,” you smile, your eyes tracing the path of various constellations. You can feel Cas’ gaze, but don’t dare look over. Looking into Cas’ eyes is falling headfirst into an abyss you didn’t prepare for.

“I like that,” Castiel exclaims, a hint of a smile on his lips. “That’s a…human way of looking at it.”

“I am human,” you chuckle.

“Yes, you are,” he resumes, staring at the stars. It’s silent again; the only sound is the crackling of the fire and your breaths. Sometimes, the quiet is interrupted by Sam’s snoring, but you don’t mind. Your boys deserve the rest.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” Castiel inquires.

“It’s hard for me to sleep, especially out here,” you say, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Castiel looks troubled by that statement like he is personally responsible for your ability to sleep. “When I was little, sometimes my Mom would put me in the car and drive me around in circles, singing or telling stories until I passed out.” You remember fondly, smiling a little to yourself. “I don’t think the ground is as comfortable as a car seat, though.”

“Would you like me to tell you a story?” Castiel asks. “If you need a pillow…you can use me.” He looks slightly uncomfortable, and the tips of his ears turn red, making you grin. He never fails to be adorable when he wants to be, and you know he’s offering out of the goodness of his heart. Still, the ID part of your brain is brainstorming all the ways he could profess his love for you, something that you stamp down as you shuffle over to him. He leans his back against one of the rock walls, stretching his legs out. He had already removed his trench coat, offering it to you as a blanket. It was large enough to swallow you and smelled precisely like Castiel in a way you wanted to remember for the rest of your life. You took your makeshift pillow and set it on his lap, laying your head there and curling up under his arm, which he hesitantly rested on your shoulder. You knew you had to coax your ever-beating heart to calm down if you were ever going to sleep, but it was hard when you were lying on the lap of an angel you had a crush on. Still, Castiel was a gentleman who didn’t do anything to make you uncomfortable.

“What’s your story?” you ask, voice small as you close your eyes and relax your body.

“Early before humans won the race for my Father’s next creation, there was a pool going on for what Earth’s next great invention would be…”

Castiel’s voice, in its low timbre, started to lull you to sleep as you listened to his story. You liked listening to him talk, and he occasionally added funny anecdotes that would make you smile. You started tuning out of the story, instead focusing on the warmth from his lap, the smell of the open air and him, and especially how his fingers had started to absentmindedly stroke shapes on your arm. Eventually, you were pulled into a deep sleep, lingering in that space where you were only slightly conscious but not awake. That space was the only way you could feel Castiel petting your hair, brushing his fingers down your scalp to your neck and back to your shoulder. Even in your dreams that night, you swear you could feel his weight everywhere.

You slept peacefully, without interruption, the whole night. Until morning, when the sound of voices roused you from your slumber.

“...did you get a girl in your lap?” Dean asked, sounding incredulous.

“She is not in my lap. She is lying on half of my lap,” Castiel answered, ever the stickler for exact estimates. You could hear Dean’s groan and sarcastic retort.

“Can you shut up? I’m trying to sleep?” you mumbled, screwing your eyes shut and pushing your face more profoundly into your pillow-jacket-thing.

“C’mon, Sleeping Beauty, time to go hunting,” Dean called out. You let out a curse word, relaxing as you felt Castiel pat your head reassuringly.

“You are much more Sleeping Beauty than I am,” you responded, finally opening your eyes to the daylight but not making a move to get up. Eventually, you realized you’d have to move, so you begrudgingly sat up, cracking your neck as you did so. “Thanks for the story, Cas,” you said, averting eye contact with the angel to avoid him seeing the light flush on your cheeks. You gave him back his coat, and he kindly removed a twig that got stuck in your sweater.

“Did you sleep alright?” he inquired. You thought back to it and realized that for the first time in years, you slept through the whole night.

“Yeah, I… slept well.”

With that, Castiel smiled and helped you up. You were more alert on a hunt than you had been in a long time, all because a particular angel helped you achieve the best sleep of your life.

#castiel #castiel x reader #castiel x you #castiel x y/n #supernatural #spn #supernatural imagine #spn imagine #misha collins #my writing

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midnightbluebells03 · 7 months ago

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you should do reader x girlfriend abby where when using her strap on reader she accidentally slips up and says i love you. Forget to mention they’ve never got to that point in their relationship so it’s shocking

First anon btw

THEN I GO AND SPOIL IT ALL

CW - strap usage (R receiving), very slight begging

Reader isn't described apart from having a vagina and being able bodied

No outbreak

WC - about 1.2k

Leave me requests to help me break my writes block pls and thx xo

There's no place you'd rather spend your Friday night than pinned under the strong grasp of your new girlfriend Abby Anderson. Even if you had to indure a party with her resident friends from the hospital to get here. Gritting your teeth with a forced smile as Owen Moore tells another one of his stories from when him and Abby briefly dated as teenagers. Despite the fact his very pregnant girlfriend couldn't look more uncomfortable if she tried.

The only thing keeping you from telling him to shut up being the hand sitting on your thigh just out of view of the rest of the group. Abby giving you a gentle squeeze everytime you held back a snarky comment or a roll of your eyes.

And what better way for her to reward you than this?

So as you wait for her to fix the straps on her harness, still coming down from the last orgasm she gave you, you can't help but grip the sheets under you with one hand. The other lazily trailing across your stomach, dipping a little lower each time just to keep yourself on edge. There's something about the care Abby puts into getting ready that does it for you. Making sure her harness is fitted in a way that let's her have full control, tying her hair into a messy bun to keep it from falling in your face, applying a generous amount of lube to the slick 7' dildio she had recently purchased. Every little detail was just for you.

"Abby" you whine softly. Sitting up onto your elbows. You're met with a soft chuckle as she finally makes her way onto the bed. Her hands keeping your legs spread as she gets into position, the tip of the strap sitting right at your dripping pussy.

"Sorry baby" she leans down and gives you a quick peak on the lips before pulling back. "Just had to get ready for you". One of her hands trails up to your chest, pushing you down off your elbows gently. "You were so good tonight"

"Trust me if you weren't there I wouldn't have been" you admit, smiling at how Abby chuckles softly. Her hand moving to move a loose peice of hair out of your face befote just holding your cheek.

"I know but I still appreciate it" you move your own hand over hers, giving it a squeeze before she puls away. Holding the toy so its just teaing your hole. "You ready baby?"

"Mhm"

"Words" she says sternly. But it's not mean it's because she needs you to tell her, needs to hear how badly you want her.

"Yeah, Abby please just-"

As the tip slips in you gasp loudly. But what you heard was undeniable. Abby moaning a soft "fuck I love you" as she slowly pushes in. Eyes glued to your pussy as it swallows her length. You whine softly but she clearly assumes its from the stretch, so when your hand comes up to her jaw she looks worried. "You okay? Too big?"

"You- fuck" you inturput yourself with a moan as you reach the base. Hand staying tight around Abby's defined jaw. You felt full. Completely and utterly full.

"Shhh I know baby" Abby's voice is sweet as she moves closer to your face. Making you moan at the slight movement of the toy. "I'm gonna wait okay?"

Swallowing hard you finally manage to stammer out. "You- you said it"

Abby tilts her head slightly. "Said what baby?"

"That you love me"

Her eyes widen slightly. "Did I?" You nod and her face turns red. Her voice is shaking slightly as she tries to dig herself out of the situation. "Shit, fuck, I um I know we haven't been dating that long and fuck I'm sorry I've-"

You pull her in for a kiss. Inturpting her rambling before speaking softly. "I love you too Abs"

"Yeah?" She almost sounds like she doesn't believe you. Her gorgeous steel blue eyes looking down at you, filled with hope.

"Yeah, I love you Abby" you say with a big smile. But as Abby's hips move back slightly you can't help but look at the ceiling and moan. "God"

"You good?" Abby asks with a cocky tone as her hips slowly start to move. A slow steady rythm that let's you feel every single inch.

"So good" your grip on the sheets tighten as your breaths become staggered. "So fucking good"

"Love watching you like this" Abby groans softly, her hands gripping onto your hips tightly. Giving her more leverage to start moving into you harder. "So fucking pretty"

"Fuck Abs" you moan loudly. Almost certain your neighbours must hate you. But you didn't care right now, too preoccupied with the way Abby is making you feel like your floating. "F-faster"

"You want faster baby?" The tease is thick in her tone, her thrusts slowly slightly making you whimper. Desperately trying to move yourself down onto the toy but stopped by her strong grasp. "You can ask better than that"

"Need it so bad" you beg, hands moving onto her biceps as your names dig into her freckled skin. "Please Abby, faster please". And thankfully you're being rewarded tonight because her hips snap forward, moving at a speed that has you mumbling incoherently between moans. Your grip so tight on her arms you could probably break the skin.

It's not long before your clenching around the toy so hard it makes it difficult for Abby to keep her pace. Your legs trembling and threatening to close, only stopped by Abby being in the way.

"You gonna cum for me pretty girl?" She coos softly, smiling st the way you can only nod your head as your eyes screw shut. "Go on then baby"

The knot in your stomach snaps as you cum all over her strap. Babbling a string of "Abby, Abby, Abby!" As she fucks you through it. Her hips only stopping once you release her arms and let out a breathy moan. Abby pulls out slowly, discarding the strap and harness elsewhere. Planning on dealing with it later. Right now she just slumps down next to you, pulling you onto her chest.

You listen to her heart beat fro a few minutes, fingers tracing ocer her abs lightly before you look up at her. "So you love me huh?" The way her cheeks flush makes you smile. It was one of your favourite things about her. The way she could go from tough and commanding to soft in a heart beat. "You're so cute"

"Says you" she kisses the top of your head before tapping your shoulder. "Cmon let's get cleaned up"

#lesbian #wlw #fanfic #smut #writer #writing #tlou #fanfiction #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x reader #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby x reader #request

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batwritings · 11 months ago

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HI, last request I swear dhvdjdgdgvs SORRY

I really loved your group sex piece for Al and Rudy, and it gave me an idea for a 141 equivalent. They’ve been going through tough times with Hassan, and fem!reader decides to help out.

Gaz, Soap, Price, and Ghost all take turns on her, in various positions on a bed. At first, she takes it well, but by the very end when it’s Ghost’s turn? Things take a bit of a turn. Any of the other boys can hold her up and keep her grounded, while Ghost remorsefully slams into her overstimulated cunt. He tries to be gentle, but there’s no real winning, since he’s a little too big for her to handle after all of her previous orgasms :(( Eventually, they just keep her calm, while he finishes her up. With every careful slam from his hips, she gets more and more cock-drunk. They comfort her through her final orgasm of the night, which has her crying out in pure pleasure. After they’re done cleaning her up, they make sure to give her lots of love <33

-Hybrid

...Hybrid, good friend, pal, has anyone told you how fucking GORGEOUS your ideas are? Because they really fucking are. Enjoy!~

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You were by no means a soldier in comparison to your boys on 141. The most civilian of civilian who was there for each of them (or all of them) when they needed it. And by the look in your boys' eyes after this last mission? They really fucking needed it.

Now, normally you're pretty good at gauging just how hard your boys will go on you when they really need it. Safe to say, you severely underestimated just how much attention 141 needed from you. And you weren't anywhere near done.

Your legs were shaking, inner thighs raw from the beard burn. Your jaw was sore, nearly locking up from how much you had to keep it open, cum drying on the corner of your mouth where it hadn't been cleaned up in time. Words were simply not a thing anymore, and that was all just from Price, Gaz, and Soap alone.

It was Ghost's turn now, and you could see the burn in those chocolate brown eyes. A broken whimper leaves your throat, but it is met with a soft hush and kiss to your temple. "Simon's not gonna hurt you love," Price coos as he pets your sweaty head.

The man in question kisses up your inner thigh as proof, despite the fact that he's watching you like a hungry wolf. He licks a line up your ruined cunt, from your cum stuffed hole to your clit. Your head snaps back and you let out a scratchy moan.

"Go easy on her aye L.t?" Soap rumbles on your other side, taking your hand in his so your fingers are laced with his. "She's been such a good little thing for us. Always taking care of us when we've had a rough day." The Scotsman presses tender kisses to your knuckles and lightly rubs his scruffy face against the back of your hand to keep you grounded.

Ghost only hums in response, lining up his cock with your pussy. The man has gone fully primal, letting his urges think for him. A rare occurrence to be sure but usually one worthwhile.

You can feel your eyes crossing when the lieutenant slams his member inside, a mixed growl and moan of pleasure coming forth in response. His pace is brutal, the headboard of the bed loudly knocking the wall behind you with his roughness. His blunt nails scrape your hips as he pulls you onto his cock over and over.

You're whimpering and moaning, tears pricking at your eyes as you bounce back and forth between overstimulated and bathing in pleasure. "Doing so well sweetheart," Gaz pipes up, having left the room to retrieve damp wash clothes and water. "You're taking him so well."

You whimper appreciatively as the pleasure overtakes the overstim. It was getting harder and harder to notice, but you faintly feel the familiar bubble of pleasure in the pit of your stomach. "S-S-Si-imon...!" You whine loudly, reaching your free hand out to cover his.

"Fuck--" Ghost groans, head thrown back, lost in the throes of pleasure. You can hear the mumbled praise for him as your orgasm overtakes you, your poor worn out cunt weakly milking the man's cock for all it was worth. You can't even flinch away at the spike of pain when Simon exacerbates the already heavy bruising on your hips.

As he comes down, the Brit moves his hands off your hips, one holding him up as he leans over you while the other, rubs your soft stomach where his cock is slightly outlined. You shiver a little, earning kisses on either side of your face from Gaz and Soap.

"You did so well lass, absolutely beautiful," purrs the Scotsman, hand caressing your face gently.

"Our perfect Y/N," Price rumbles, already lighting a post-sex cigar that he knew you liked the smell of. "Always taking such good care of her boys hmm?" You offer him a weak smile as Gaz gets to work, gently clearing the sweat and cum from your skin.

Soap peels himself away from you as Ghost slowly pulls out. You let out a shuddered moan as you feel the cum nearly gush from your pussy. He puts the gentlest kiss you think you've ever felt against your knee as you hear the bath start in the other room.

"Thank you for your attention doll. Now let's get you cleaned up."

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ghosts-post · 1 year ago

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I kinda wanna find out how yandere farmer would react to meeting and falling for bumblebee reader (maybe when they were selling them their leftover honey they made) only to find out later that they are with or at least very close to bear yandere.

This turned out much longer than I initially planned but hey! Hope you enjoy! Tw: drugged and kidnapping

Immediately hit with the size difference. Bumblebee darling is tiny tiny compared to Colton! If you think you’re small next to bear yan imagine your tiny two foot ass standing next to a six three buff guy! But he loves it! It’s one of the things that makes him fall for you because he has a size kink. If you’re smaller than him or bigger than him it doesn’t matter he just wants a difference. And bumblebee darling is definitely a difference.

Bumblebee reader that manages to make just a few too many jars of honey that can be finished before it solidifies so they decide that they’d sell it. They’ve seen other bees selling their honey before so surely they could too! They pack up their honey jars in a basket before setting off to find someone to sell them to. Was it a little scary going off on their own after spending so much time with Bern (bear yan) sure but they could do it!

Before long they could see as more and more trees and bushes of the forest faded away and instead they found themselves in front of a wooden fence that divided the fading of the forest and a green grassy pasture filled with different farm animal hybrids. They held their basket just a bit closer to their chest as they took a deep breath flying over the fence with ease. They let of a soft buzz before continuing on going over to one of the farm animals.

“Ah hello! I was wondering if you knew of a town nearby? I have a few extra honey jars and I was looking to sell them!”

The barn animals lead them over to Colton and that’s how they ended up meeting each other! Colton immediately bought all the honey that bumblebee darling had on them because that boy was smitten immediately. You’re amazing tasting honey only added to his feelings because even if there’s a few ways to get to his heart food is definitely one of them!

He will immediately try to get you to move onto the farm. He has plenty of room in his house! He even has a spare bedroom that you could stay in. You said no? Well what about just one night? One night couldn’t hurt right? Besides it’s already getting dark and you don’t want to get hurt! You’re so small and he’s so big he could protect you!

Quietly celebrates when you say yes because it was in fact getting dark already and you didn’t feel like stumbling your way back into the forest in the dark. Colton leads you into his house and offers you food which he totally didn’t drug with sleeping pills. (He in fact did) and when you’re done with your food you’re confused why you suddenly felt tired and your body felt so sluggish you didn’t think you could move. Colton graciously offers to pick you up and take you to the spare bedroom but you don’t even make if a few feet in his arms before you pass out.

You groggily opened your eyes after you assumed you had fallen asleep not being able to remember what happened the night before after Colton offered to let you stay in his house for the night. Your body felt heavy like it was full of lead and exhausted despite just waking up from sleep. You went to shift your body a little but found you were unable to move much. Panic immediately set in and you seemed to jolt fully awake as you attempt to sit up. Once in an upright position you could see you were in a small bedroom on a bed much too large for you. You also discovered the reason you couldn’t move. Your hands and legs had been tied to the bed post with little slack only giving you the ability to sit up and lay down.

You could feel your body begin to tremble before the situation even fully registered in your mind but you suddenly froze solid when you heard loud heavy footsteps coming closer and closer to the door before it was pushed open with a soft creek. Standing in the doorway getting bathed in light from the hallway behind him was Colton.

“Ah you’re awake! You had me worried for a moment.” He came into the room carrying a tray with some flowers and different fruits in a bowl. “I got this from my garden. It’s not much but I’m sure it will do for now. I can go to the market later to get you other food if this isn’t what you want. After all I’m here to provide for you!”

You watched stunned and terrified as he came over to the bed and sat down next to you smiling sweetly like you weren’t tied to a bed after being drugged the night before from the same man. You’re voice despite trying to seem strong had a small shake to it. “What have you done? Why am I tied to this bed you need to let me go!”

His smile faltered slightly and he sighed as he set the tray down in your lap. “I’m only helping you, I’m doing what I need to protect you. You’ll understand one day. This is all meant to help, I’m helping you!”

You frowned and couldn’t stop the tears that started to form in the corner of your eyes before slowly dripping down your face. Overwhelmed with fear and sadness a buzzing noise erupted from you unable to make any other noise at the moment. Colton frowned more and gently pet the top of your head his hand basically engulfing your head. You could hear him sniffle trying to keep back his own tears at the sight of you.

“I promise one day you’ll forget all about this. We’ll have an amazing life together and you’ll be so happy. Just give it time.”

You stayed in that room for a few hours before you heard noise coming from outside the bedroom. Colton had left after feeding you to attend to his farms and said he wouldn’t be back till dinner time so you knew the rustling couldn’t be him. Besides the noises were to light and soft for a man his size. You looked over at the window terrified that something worse would somehow happen to you. Holding your breath you only continue to stare at the window in fright before a very recognizable chubby face appeared looking worried before smiling at you seeing you in the room. It was Bern. A sigh of relief left your mouth and a smile broke out on your face as the little bear pulled open the window and climbed into the room.

Before you could even say a word the door to the bedroom came flying open and Colton ran into the room looking nervous and scared. Not because someone had found you kidnapped and tied to a bed but because he didn’t know what this bear would do to you. He quickly lunged at the bear tackling him to the ground where they started to fight.

Colton did end up winning the fight but had gotten pretty damaged along the way by Bern’s claws and teeth. He had dragged the unconscious bear out of the room and didn’t come back to you for another hour. Too afraid to ask what happened to your one friend you stayed silent. At least there was no signed of extra blood that wasn’t from their fight. At least not that you could tell.

“Are you okay little bee? Don’t worry I took care of that little problem.”

What were supposed to be reassuring words had the complete opposite affect on you.

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tteokdoroki · 2 years ago

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𑊡˚+₊🍼✦ — yakuza!bakugou + katsuki bakugou.

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — angst, fluff, sfw. bakugou leaves the yakuza for you and it hurts for him to realise how much he loves you. gn!reader.

katsuki bakugou never grovels. he never cries.

he can’t remember the last time he felt tears in his eyes. it must’ve been back when he was a kid, when his parents kicked him out and put him on the street— when the adults in his life failed him time and time again or when he’d gone so long without food he could barely lift a finger let alone keep his eyes open.

“i need an out, boss.” bakugou fights back a sob, head bowed so low that his chest feels tight and blood rushes to the top of his skull. his blood red eyes sting like they’ve been doused with acid rain, his lips quiver faster than he can keep up with— katsuki can’t remember the last time he cried and begged for mercy like this. “can’t go on like this.”

he feels pathetic, more than he ever has in his entire life. much worse than when his boss had taken him into the family, beaten some sense into him and taken a chance on a ruthless kid that ruled the streets with nothing but murder on his mind.

“and why’s that, first lieutenant?” jeanist, the head of the family and the closest thing the blonde has to an old man, asks— seated across from him on the tatami flooring, swaddled in his robes.

katsuki hates this feeling of pain that lodges itself in his chest and blossoms like the sakura trees representing his yakuza family crest. the pain of having to choose what he knows and loves and the love that the future holds for him. he’s not felt pain like this in a long time— emotional, mental pain. physically…he’s been through a lot worse, taken had metal pipes to the head and ribs, stab wounds and bullet wounds galore too. heck, even the yakuza tattoos bound to his wrists ( that seem more like shackles more and more each day ) hurt a fuck tonne.

but nothing is more agonising than seeing the emotional pain katsuki’s inflicted on you.

his knuckles turn white as he grips the fabric covering his knees— grinding his teeth, holding his breath, willing himself not to fucking cry. “i finally got somethin’— someone— damn worth livin’ for,” katsuki spits out, shifting the words around underneath his tongue. bitter and thick as if he’s swallowed a cap full of bleach. “they need me. beg me to come home in one piece. cry when ‘m cut up and bruised, harder when my knuckles bleed.”

“you’re in love,” the old man whispers from in front of him, wistful and wise. katsuki doesn’t speak for a while, he doesn’t have the strength to deny it.

because it’s true, he loves you more than he loves the thrill— the rush of being alive, being a part of this family where no tomorrow is guaranteed. he loves you more and hates the part of him that came home to you beaten and bruised, a bloody pulp so selfishly asking for your help because your hands were soft and you spoke to him softer. katsuki hadn’t seen the tears in your eyes back then, he hadn’t known how much he was hurting you. but when you ask him to make a choice between his family, the yakuza and yourself…

well, the answer is simple. the answer is always you.

“i’m in love,” katsuki repeats, admitting the truth. to his boss and to himself. he’s always known that he loved you, as clear as day, as true as fact— you make cherry blossoms bloom in his chest when his heart stops just from seeing you. you make his world come to a stop just by looking at him— is if you’ve stopped it’s rotation just so he could spend a little extra time with you. katsuki would die for you, but you’d want him to live for you instead.

and he wants to live for you too, wants to live to see you smile.

“i need an out, boss, please just give me a way out,” bakugou sucks back a sob, breathing uneven and shaky. “i need ya to let me go so i can protect ‘em better, be there for them. put a ring on their finger and keep them safe.”

best jeanist let’s a hand fall to straw blonde locks, patting the lieutenant on the head affectionately. “you’ve done a lot for this family, katsuki. i can’t ask you to stay when all you’ve done is put your life on the line for us.” he says, fond of the boy he raised and the man that he’s become. “be free, look after them. they’re your family now.”

katsuki lets out a relieved, strangled breath of thanks and best jeanist hums.

katsuki bakugou never grovels, he never cries but tonight he does. because when it comes to you his emotions are uncontrollable, strewn all about the place.

even the strongest, most dangerous men fall— and it just so happens that katsuki bakugou, a member of the yakuza, had fallen for you.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou fluff #bakugou imagine #bakugou drabble #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bakugo x reader #bnha fluff #bnha imagines #✧ ₊˚੭ — writing #tteokdoroki #✧ ₊˚💭੭ — aali just posted

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matchingbatbites · 1 month ago

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(no civilizing hides) our animal impulses

Explicit || 6.1k || Omegaverse & Alpha/Alpha || Full tags + Read on Ao3

I did my best to show that everything between Steve and Eddie is wanted and consensual, but because Steve is in rut some people might still be uncomfortable with it, so please be aware of that.

Steve is acting weird.

Eddie notices it one night as they’re hanging out, just the two of them for once thanks to Robin cramming for an upcoming college entrance exam. It’s been a nice, chill evening so far for the two Alphas - aside from the fact that Steve is twitchy.

He gets up a couple of times and checks the front door before wandering over to the sun room - to the back door, Eddie realizes the second time around - then comes and sits back on the couch like he never even moved. He's constantly fidgeting with anything he can get his hands on, like the tab on his beer can or the corner of the blanket draped over his lap.

Even his scent is off, his warm, apple pie spice buried under the smell of cloves, all sharp and anxious and even drowning out Eddie's own fresh wood and leather scent.

It's odd.

Eddie just ignores it because Steve is clearly doing his best to behave normally, to not make a big deal out of whatever this is. And really, Eddie isn't going to tell the man how to behave in his own goddamn house, especially when he has his own issues sitting still sometimes.

So he keeps his eyes on the TV and doesn't say anything when Steve gets up for a fourth time. At least this time he comes back with a couple of beers in each hand, and Eddie can almost sense the silent apology from the other Alpha. He takes two with a soft thanks, and is glad when Steve actually stays put for the rest of the movie.

They drink while the movie finishes up, and it's so easy to doze off while the credits roll, the alcohol just enough to make them loose and drowsy. Eddie isn't even aware when they fall asleep right there on the couch, Steve's odd behavior all but forgotten.

When Eddie wakes up in the morning, it takes him a moment to notice the weight in his lap, and looking down, he finds Steve draped over it, head pillowed on Eddie's thigh and one strong arm curled around Eddie's waist. He can't help the purr that starts up in his chest, can't resist as he pushes a hand through Steve's hair, earning him a low, sleepy hum and a burst of that baked apple scent.

It's easy to imagine that this is something more, that he is something more to Steve. Easy to believe that the arm around him is purposeful and not a product of restless sleep. That Eddie has permission to follow through with his desire to lean down and dot kisses over Steve's face until he wakes up with that sweet smile and pulls Eddie into a proper good morning kiss.

They've gotten so close since spring break, and Eddie should have known that falling for Steve was inevitable, even though it's definitely a dumb move. Because it’s not that Steve hasn’t dated Alphas before, it’s just that they’ve always been female. The first among them being Nancy, who had presented after the two of them got together. That hadn't stopped Steve from staying with her until they broke up the following year, for reasons Eddie only learned about a few months ago.

It only endeared him to Steve even more, only increased his desire to show the other boy that Eddie could be good to him if he would just let him. It's complicated, though, even before Eddie gets to the whole social stigma of two male Alphas being together. Even with all of that floating at the forefront of his mind, he can't help but to imagine it, to wonder if the risk would be worth the reward.

There's a low rumble and Steve shifts in Eddie's lap, adjusting until his face is pressed into Eddie's stomach and his arm is pulling him even closer. It makes Eddie's breath hitch with want, with the need to have this every day. He shoves the feeling down and smothers his rapidly increasing scent as he scratches at Steve's scalp. They stay there for a moment, both purring softly into the otherwise silent room.

Eventually Steve turns so he can just peek up at Eddie, and he hears a muffled "Morning."

"Morning, sleepyhead. You working today?"

He gets an affirmative hum as Steve again nuzzles into the slight give of Eddie's stomach, until he seems to realize what he's doing and pulls away. Eddie instantly misses it, but he just watches as Steve stands and stretches.

"Stay for breakfast?" he asks, and Eddie can only say yes. His attempts to help are dismissed, and he just sits at the bar and watches Steve make them egg on toast. The other Alpha seems to be better this morning, less anxious than he was last night and scent mellowed out, and it soothes a part of Eddie he didn't realise was still worried.

They don't talk about that easy closeness from earlier, and soon enough they're heading out the door, Eddie to go home and maybe back to bed, and Steve to work. Before he can even get down the steps Eddie is stopped by a hand on his arm, and turns to look at Steve.

“Hey, uh. I know this is really last minute, and I’m really sorry, but I need you to find somewhere else to have Hellfire tonight. I'm pretty sure I'm in pre-rut and-”

And oh, everything from last night suddenly makes sense.

“That's all you had to say, Stevie. No need to apologize,” Eddie cuts in. He doesn't know how Steve gets during his ruts, but personally, Eddie doesn't like being around other people at all, even before it fully kicks in. It might be different to spend it with a partner, but he doesn’t have the experience to know. “I'll call the Wheelers and see if they're cool with having us. You gonna be okay, big guy?”

“Yeah. I've already got snacks and stuff. Just gotta ride it out.”

“Okay. Feel free to call if you need anything, yeah? I'll be at home until like, five."

Steve smiles and Eddie's knees go weak as he's hit with a wave of happy alpha scent. "I will. Thanks, Eds."

Eddie barely chokes out a "Yep, see ya!" before he books it to his van, needing to escape before he can do something stupid like drop to his knees and offer himself up as Steve's rut aid.

It’s all Eddie can think about leading up to the game, just knowing what Steve is going to be up to over the next day or so. He can’t help it, really, God knows he’s more than willing to spend Steve's rut with him, to lay himself out and let Steve use him as his personal fuck toy for as long as he wants.

(And if he jerks off to thoughts of that exact scenario before he has to leave, it's between him and his bedroom.)

They're a couple of hours into the session when a commotion starts upstairs. Eddie can hear the familiar sounds of alpha snarling from the open basement door, and he tells the rest of the group to stay put while he checks it out. Maybe not the smartest idea, throwing another alpha into the mix, but his instincts demand he keep his pack mates and pups safe from whatever might be happening.

Eddie climbs the stairs and steps around the corner into the foyer to find Nancy and Steve locked in a stare-down. The snarls have calmed into low growls as they stand in a stalemate, and the longer he stands there, the stronger the scent of rut becomes and the more the sudden animosity becomes understandable.

An Alpha in rut intruding on another Alpha’s space could be disastrous, depending on the people and their relationship. Eddie doesn't think Nancy would attack Steve if he tried to get inside, but it's honestly not a sure thing. Before Eddie can step forward and try to diffuse the situation, a voice pipes up behind him.

“Steve?”

Eddie is going to fucking kill Dustin.

Steve’s eyes snap over, briefly landing on Dustin - who had clearly ignored Eddie’s order and followed him up - before honing in on Eddie. He ignores Nancy’s warning growl as he shoves past her and beelines right to Eddie, who is instantly on edge. He's not sure what kind of vendetta Steve has against him that he feels the need to seek Eddie out while his instincts are at their peak, but it must be serious.

Eddie steps in front of Dustin as the other approaches, needing to keep the pup safe from any altercation that may happen. In the end there’s no need to worry, because it seems like Steve only has eyes for Eddie.

He doesn’t have a chance to react as Steve grabs him, as he ducks down and tosses Eddie over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes before standing upright, Eddie's weight seemingly not a struggle for him. Eddie yelps and scrambles at the back of Steve’s shirt, trying to hang on even though the grip Steve has on his thighs means there’s no chance of him falling.

The whole display is very caveman, all hindbrain and primal.

Eddie would be lying if he said it wasn’t doing anything for him.

The few pack members around them step closer, probably in an attempt to help, but when Nancy gets close Steve gives a feral snarl that has even Eddie going completely still. Dustin whines in concern as Steve continues to the door, and Eddie waves him off.

“I’ll be okay. Call Robin, see if she knows what the fuck is happening!”

He has to yell the last part because Steve is unrelenting in his quest to haul Eddie around, and easily carries him out to the familiar BMW before setting him down. Steve helps him into the passenger seat and buckles him in, checking at least twice to make sure that it’s secure before he gets behind the wheel.

Eddie says nothing and just lets it all happen, not wanting to agitate the other man in a way that might set him off. He worries briefly if Steve should really be operating a vehicle when he's in this state, but other than the unusual primal disposition, he seems to be perfectly aware of his surroundings.

It’s not until they get to the Harrington house and Steve is ushering Eddie inside that he realizes what’s going on.

Steve is corralling him.

It's a normal Alpha trait, a security response to ensure that their pack is gathered together and tucked away safe from anything that could harm them. It tends to happen during moments of distress - Eddie's actually witnessed Steve doing it once before, during the whole Vecna scenario.

He also knows that while it can happen during a rut, they usually tend to corral their mates, not other alphas.

It fills Eddie’s head with something warm and fuzzy, especially when a large hand settles on his lower back as Steve guides him upstairs and into his bedroom. He tenses a bit at entering another alpha’s den, especially one who’s in rut, but he justifies that Steve wants him here, he literally brought Eddie here himself.

The room is tidy but lived in, with trinkets decorating the flat surfaces and photos pinned to the wall above the dresser. It's very Steve, even with the plaid wallpaper that feels a bit outdated, and Eddie can instantly tell how much Steve cares for the space.

Steve continues to guide him and Eddie realizes there's a rough nest on the bed, blankets and pillows and clothing stacked together, all smelling like pack. Usually it's an omega’s job to refine it, to take the items the alpha has and perfect it to their own tastes, but it's clear to Eddie that an omega hasn't been anywhere near this nest.

Steve keeps nudging Eddie, gently pushing at his shoulders and thighs until he’s laying on the bed, then tucks the blankets and pillows closer to him. He nods once, seemingly satisfied, before turning and leaving the room. Eddie takes a moment to just process everything that’s happened in the last fifteen or so minutes - the guy didn't even let Eddie take off his shoes - and to bask in the alpha’s unfiltered scent, that apple and cinnamon and clove that fills him with warmth.

The phone on the nightstand rings and Eddie hesitates for only a moment before he reaches over and picks it up, answering with Steve's usual “Harrington residence.”

“Oh thank God.” Robin. “Nancy called and told me what happened. Are you okay?”

“You mean other than the fact that I'm fighting off a raging hard-on because of Steve manhandling and carrying me around like it was nothing? Yeah, I'm just peachy, Robs. What the fuck is happening? He was perfectly fine when I left him this morning.”

There's a beat of silence before she says “You were with him this morning?”

“Uh, yeah? We watched a movie last night and crashed on the couch. We had breakfast and then I left when he left for work.”

“Wait. Hold on. Nancy said he's in rut. You're saying you left his house while he was in rut?”

“I mean, pre, yeah. That's why we had D&D at the Wheelers, he asked me to change locations.”

He hears a long inhale before Robin sighs. “Okay, listen. Steve’s been through a lot over the last couple of years. He’s had to rely on his instincts more than other people do, and it’s- it means that they can be triggered easier than other people's. I think your leaving while he was so close to rut probably did that, which caused the primal reaction.”

Yeah, okay, with everything Steve's gone through the last few years that does make sense. Except- “If he’s running off of instincts, he should be posturing and trying to keep me away from his den, Robin. Not corraling me into it like I’m his fucking mate."

There's a soft Jesus Christ, Steve, and another inhale before Robin says “Steve swore me to secrecy but I think extenuating circumstances and all- Steve likes you, like a ‘whining after you leave and sleeping with the clothes you leave at his house’ kind of likes you. He wants to ask you out, but he was going to wait until after his rut so you wouldn't feel pressured into spending it with him so early into your relationship.”

Eddie’s jaw drops and he blinks rapidly as he processes the new information Robin's just given him. What he locks on to, all he can really focus on is "He wants to ask me out?"

"You know how much of a romantic he is. He wants to do the whole 'proper courtship' thing, said that you deserve it."

Steve wants to court him.

Eddie's glad he's laying down, because that thought alone is enough to knock him clean off his feet. Courtship is like dating with intent, like saying from the get-go 'I want to be your mate.' He didn't even realize that Steve liked him, let alone wanted a serious relationship with him, and as much as he wants to wheedle more info from Robin, there's a more pressing matter to deal with.

“So what do I do about this whole situation?”

“Well, you could wait it out. He has like, a stockpile, right? So you'd be okay. Or you could leave, and possibly send Steve into another frenzy because his mate is missing.”

Eddie's heart skips a beat at being referred to as Steve's mate, even if it's not exactly true. He hums in acknowledgement and Robin continues. “You could also be noble and try to get through to him, tell him that you don’t want to be there and risk giving him rejection sickness while he’s in rut.”

Eddie groans and scrubs a hand over his face. “I feel like you're trying to guilt me into staying.”

“I'm just giving you the facts. Another which is, if you do like him, if you want to be his mate as badly as he wants to be yours, then you could, you know- help him. You'll have to make the first move though, he probably won't since he hasn't officially asked you out.”

“What about consent? I don’t want Steve’s Alpha to do something that he doesn’t want.”

“You know as well as I do that the Alpha is Steve, Eddie, don't even pretend like they’re two separate things. His instincts are still him, just more intense. Besides, I’ve heard him moon over your flat ass enough to know just how badly he wants to fuck it.”

For the rest of his life, Eddie will deny the squawk he lets out at that comment.

“And-” she presses forward before he can actually say anything, “you wouldn't be there if he didn't want you there. He wouldn't be treating you like this if it wasn't what he wanted.”

Jesus fuck, Eddie knows she’s right. “Right, okay. I’ll figure something out.”

"Good luck, man. I'll call tomorrow night to check in, okay?"

"Sounds good. Thanks, Bird."

"Bye, doofus."

Eddie sets the phone in its cradle and flops back onto the bed. He thinks about it for a minute, like seriously debates exactly what he's going to do about this. Having Robin's blessing to fuck her best friend is unexpected, to say the least, but it honestly makes him feel better about the whole situation. She says that Steve wants him, so…

No, he's at least gotta try to be a gentleman about this. The best course of action is to just leave, to let Steve ride this out on his own and come back later.

Determined, Eddie get up and heads downstairs, kind of grateful when he doesn’t see Steve anywhere. He glances around, halfheartedly trying to find the other alpha - and secretly hoping he doesn't so he can just leave - and it’s as he’s heading to the front door that he’s startled by a growl.

A hand grabs his upper arm and Steve drags him away from the door, pulling him back to the stairs. As proven earlier, Eddie is usually one to appreciate a bit of manhandling, but this grip is actually painful, and Eddie gives a soft “Steve, you’re hurting me."

Steve instantly freezes in place as he releases Eddie’s arm, and he whines softly in distress as his hands hover over Eddie, his eyes glancing between him and the stairs.

It’s reassuring knowing how deep Steve’s care for him seems to run, and Eddie knows that he’s just trying to get him back to the den. Resigning himself to his fate, Eddie takes Steve’s hand and heads back upstairs, but the other alpha stops at the threshold of his bedroom. Steve looks back over his shoulder and whines again, and Eddie says a soft “Steve?”

“‘s not safe,” is Steve’s response, and he turns back to Eddie, who is solely unprepared for Steve to lean in and rub his cheek against Eddie’s, spreading spice and warmth and rut across his skin. As an Alpha, Eddie should be repulsed by it, he should want to get away as quickly as possible before the rutting alpha goes feral and attacks him for being in his den.

Instead it makes him want to roll over, to expose his neck and his belly as an offering for Steve to bite into, to claim as his own. It makes him want to submit.

Eddie takes a shuddering inhale as Steve steps back. “Stay here,” he says, firm and final, before turning and heading back down the stairs.

Well, fuck.

Eddie just shuts the door without saying anything and leans back against it. After everything they’ve been through, it makes sense that Steve’s instincts lean towards protective, even during rut.

Now Eddie has to make another choice. He could wait it out. There are snacks and water bottles stashed near the bed, so it’s not like he would starve in the day or two it would take Steve to wait this out.

Or.

If Robin is correct - and she usually is, where Steve is concerned, probably the only person who knows Steve better than he knows himself - then Steve likes Eddie. More than likes him, if Steve is hiding Eddie away like this. The Alpha sees Eddie as his mate, and it’s Steve’s instincts that have pushed up the timeline he seems to have mapped out.

You'll have to make the first move.

Eddie sends up a silent prayer as he opens Steve’s nightstand drawer, looking for- aha! He pulls out the bottle of lube and sets it on the bed before stripping out of his clothes. The thought of being naked in Steve's den, of preparing himself for Steve, makes him flush with heat, fills his stomach with swirling warmth.

He's been with a few Alphas before, but he has yet to be on the receiving side. It's not that he hasn't wanted to, he's just never felt comfortable being that vulnerable with someone he doesn't really know. With Steve, the desire is nearly overwhelming. The younger Alpha is so attentive, and Eddie already trusts him with his life, literally.

He lays back on the bed - in Steve's nest - and wiggles a bit to get comfortable before closing his eyes. Fingers skirt over his stomach and up his chest to tweak his nipples, pulling a soft sigh from his mouth. Eddie only pauses there for a moment before moving up to brush over his neck, over the glands that sit in the crook of it. He’s too eager to savor this, to slowly work himself up like he normally does, and he rubs his scented fingers against Steve’s pillow as he grabs the lube.

Eddie slicks up his fingers and reaches down, pushing one in slowly while his other hand works his dick - which has been at half mast since Steve threw Eddie over his shoulder - up to full hardness.

It's already so good, the way Steve's scent blends with his own only enhancing his pleasure as he slips in a second finger. He whines at the quick stretch and imagines it’s Steve spreading him open, getting Eddie ready for his cock.

"Alpha, need you, please."

He enjoys it, even more than he usually does, and for once doesn't hold back his whines and whimpers and he preps himself. He groans an "Oh, fuck," as he pushes deeper, trying to hit his prostate but falling just short, and returns his focus to opening himself up.

Only moments later, Eddie catches the sound of movement outside the door, and he grins. “Ah, Alpha,” he moans, increasing his volume, making sure Steve can hear him. The door opens and there he is, chest already heaving as he scans the room before his eyes land on Eddie. He gives a single, choked out "Eds," and Eddie keens as he adds a third finger.

Steve growls low and locks the door behind him before he stalks over to the bed. He takes a moment to just look at Eddie, and when their eyes meet Eddie can see the question behind the desire. Eddie just nods and spreads his legs wider, says "Want you, Steve. Wanna help you."

That must be enough for Steve, because he doesn't even bother undressing before he climbs onto the bed and settles between Eddie's legs. He grabs onto Eddie's thighs, fingers digging into flesh and pushing his legs back and up. Eddie's never felt so exposed, and he whines as Steve watches where his fingers sink into himself.

The new position helps him reach deeper, has him nearly choking on a gasp as he finally brushes that bundle of nerves inside him, and Steve lets out a pleased rumble. He releases one of Eddie's legs and brushes a finger where Eddie's stretching himself before he slowly starts to push it inside.

Eddie shudders and releases his dick so he can grab the bottle of lube, doesn't even try to be careful as he squeezes a glob of it directly against his hole. It eases the way as they work him open in tandem, and soon enough Steve is adding a fifth finger to the mix.

Eddie's going to lose his fucking mind.

He's never been stretched this wide before, already feels stuffed so full and Steve hasn't even properly fucked him yet. His whiny "Alpha, need you, please," makes him sound like a needy Omega, but that's closer to what he feels like right now. Every thrust of their fingers pushes excess lube out of him, sends it running down his lower back, a mirror of the precum that's been dripping onto his stomach since Steve walked into the room.

"I have you, baby," Steve growls, sounding more coherent than he had earlier. Having Eddie - his potential mate - in his den, in his nest, must settle some of those instincts Eddie inadvertently triggered this morning. He pulls his fingers free before tugging on Eddie's wrist, and the sudden emptiness makes Eddie keen.

Steve pulls off his shirt and drops it to the floor before draping himself over Eddie, pressing them together from chest to hip as he noses the underside of Eddie's jaw. He feels like a fucking furnace, his sun-kissed skin burning hot under Eddie's hands as he slides them from Steve's shoulders to push up into his hair.

Eddie tugs on the sweat-damp locks, guiding Steve up until he can slot their mouths together in a slow, filthy kiss. Their first kiss, now that Eddie thinks about it. While he wishes it had been under better circumstances, he certainly isn't going to complain while Steve is practically fucking Eddie's mouth with his tongue.

Eddie feels dazed when Steve pulls back with a parting nip to his mouth, is barely able to appreciate the sight of that beautifully hairy chest because he's too busy tracking Steve's hands as they move down Eddie's torso. He wraps one around Eddie's dick and gives him a few long, tight strokes until Eddie is afraid he's going to come before Steve ever fucks him.

He manages a single, needy "Please," and that all it takes for Steve to release him. Steve undoes his own pants and pushes them down just enough to free his dick, and barely even touches himself before he's lining up with Eddie's hole and pushing in. It steals Eddie's breath, has him gasping as Steve slowly fills him inch by inch.

Big hands take hold of Eddie's waist and squeeze, holding him in place until Steve is fully seated. The stretch is better than he imagined, better than the fingers that were in him just moments ago. It feels like Steve is in his lungs, and he grabs hold of Steve's wrists, just needing to ground himself as he adjusts.

"Fuuuck, Stevie, Alpha. Feel so good, so big inside me."

Steve chuffs, clearly pleased that he's making Eddie feel good, and his fingers dig into Eddie's sides as he finally starts to move. It's fast from the get-go, no easing into it or slow build up. Eddie’s eyes roll back as Steve fucks into him, every snap of his hips leaving Eddie gasping for more.

“Fuck fuck fuck, Alpha!”

“Mine, my mate," Steve growls as he pounds into Eddie, and Jesus fuck. Robin was right on the money about the mate thing. For a moment Eddie finds himself regretting that they weren't already courting; he would ask for Steve's bite right now if he knew the other Alpha wouldn't be upset that he couldn't go through the whole process.

"Yes, your mate, Alpha, yours! You gonna fill me up and knot me? Mark me and claim me, show everyone who I belong to?"

A snarl rips through Steve's chest and he shifts forward, his pace barely faltering as he folds Eddie nearly clean in half. The change has him pounding directly against Eddie's prostate and the alpha is on the verge of orgasm in an instant.

"Oh shit! Close Stevie, 'm gonna come-"

Ever the attentive lover the rumors paint him to be, Steve reaches down between them and strokes Eddie's cock a few times before he grips down on where his knot is beginning to swell. That combined with a well placed thrust is what does Eddie in, and he gives a sharp cry as he comes, his knot popping in Steve's firm hold and seed shooting all the way to his sternum.

His vision goes fuzzy as Steve fucks him through it, his thrusts bordering on brutal as he chases his own orgasm, and then- Steve catches. His knot expands in the grip of Eddie's ass and for a second he's worried they didn't stretch him enough, that Steve's fat, magnificent knot is going to rip him right in two.

But nothing really hurts. It's all just intense pressure that makes him dizzy, and Steve is making these shallow little thrusts that bump right up against Eddie's prostate and send shocks up his spine. He clenches around Steve's knot and that sends Steve over, a low growl reverberating through the room as he comes.

Eddie shudders hard and clings to Steve, nails digging into firm shoulders to keep his alpha close as his insides are flooded with warmth. It doesn't stop there, as Steve continues to roll his hips against Eddie as best he can with them tied together. Eddie whines as the overstimulation starts shifting from pleasant to painful and he gasps a "Steve-"

"One more, baby, just one more," Steve pleads, his voice rough. He angles himself a bit so he's not grinding directly against Eddie's tender sweet-spot, but it's still a lot. Eddie mutters a soft string of "So good, Alpha, fill me up, need it please," until Steve is coming again, filling Eddie's already-stuffed hole even more.

It's kind of blissful, actually. Eddie doesn't think he's ever been this tired after sex, this delicious kind of exhaustion that he can feel all the way to his bones. Steve carefully lowers himself down onto Eddie and noses at his neck and jaw, a light scenting that's probably just for comfort seeing how Eddie is sure he reeks of Steve by now.

Still, Eddie purrs at the attention and wraps his arms around Steve, holding him tight as they wait for Steve's knot to shrink. They don't speak, just bask in the afterglow as Steve licks over Eddie's collar bone and neck, lapping over the mating gland that rests under the skin.

Eddie wants to ask about it, wants to hear all of Steve's thoughts, hear what exactly led them to this moment. He knows now isn't the time, though, and he contents himself with pushing his fingers through Steve's luscious, sweat-damp hair while he waits for the next wave of Steve's rut to start.

It's still dark when Eddie wakes up to a chest against his back and fingers in his ass, now sore after the three rounds they went last night. Even so, the ache doesn't stop him from whining out a "Steve," and pushing back into them.

Steve drops a kiss onto his bare shoulder. "This okay?" he mutters into Eddie's skin.

Eddie nods, answering with a soft "Yeah, please."

The fingers disappear only to be replaced by Steve's cock filling him again, just as perfect as it was last night. Eddie's grateful that it's much gentler than yesterday, with their hands laced together over Eddie's stomach and Steve's hips rolling into him. It leaves him breathless, the amount of sheer affection he can feel in every move Steve makes.

Steve picks up the pace after a moment, the rut still burning through him driving him to take, and Eddie is more than willing to let him do so. The only sounds in the room are Eddie's breathy, punched out moans, and the slap of Steve's hips against his ass.

It doesn't take too long, and Steve groans as his knot catches once again. He moves their joined hands down to Eddie's dick and starts jacking him off while making those shallow thrusts, and soon they're both tipping over the edge.

Steve pants against the back of Eddies neck, and the desire for Steve's bite is so sudden and so overwhelming that Eddie has to physically bite his tongue so he doesn't beg for it. The alpha squeezes Eddie's hand where they're still laced together and covered in cum, and says "'m sorry for yesterday."

Eddie scoffs and clenches around Steve's knot, just to hear him gasp. "You're sorry for giving me the best fuck of my life?"

"For corralling you. For bringing you here and keeping you against your will."

"Oh, I was definitely willing, big boy. I promise you, even with how weird it was at first, I am in no way complaining about anything that happened."

There's a brief pause of silence before Steve mutters "You're not?"

"Steve, you literally picked me up and hauled me around like it was fucking nothing. Do you know how hot that is?"

"Most Alphas don't like to be overpowered like that-"

Eddie scoffs. "Yeah, and most Alphas also don't like being pinned down, fucked and knotted until they can't think. But I clearly seem to enjoy it."

Steve gives a low, pleased growl and noses at the back of Eddie's neck. "Still should have controlled myself. I wanted to do this right, wanted to court you first."

Eddie hums and wishes he could turn around to kiss Steve. "Yeah, Robin told me about your plan. She thinks that your intended mate leaving your den so close to rut is what made you go all primal."

He hears a sharp intake of breath and Steve barely gets out an "Eddie-" before Eddie says "I wanted it, Steve. I wanted it because I've wanted you for so long, and having you half-feral because of me was like a fucking fantasy come true. I know you wanna do this properly, but you have to know just how crazy I am for you."

Steve tugs Eddie closer and presses his forehead to the nape of Eddie's neck. "Why didn't you ever say anything?"

"As far as I know, you've only been with girls before. Didn't know if you would like me like that, and I didn't want to ruin our friendship if you didn't."

It's silent for a moment, and Eddie is worried that he's actually messed everything up when Steve speaks again.

"Well, to be fair, it was only girls. But when we were walking through the Upside Down, and I was wearing your vest, soaked in your scent, it- it felt like a claim, and I was surprised at how much I liked the idea. I walked away from that whole thing with a crush on you, and getting to know you after made it grow and grow until-"

He pauses, takes a shaky inhale. "Until I realized that I want to be your mate. God, I want everything with you Eddie, and I'm so terrified of being too much, of scaring you off."

Eddie can't stand it anymore. He wriggles a bit and Steve's knot has shrunk just enough for him to slide off it - pulling a soft groan from both of them - before turning to face Steve. He brings his hands up to cradle Steve's face and doesn't think about the way it smears his cum over Steve's cheek. "I meant what I said yesterday. I'm yours, Steve. I wanna be your mate, take your bite, the whole nine yards."

Steve beams and tugs Eddie into a hard kiss, and Eddie would be amused by his enthusiasm if he wasn't feeling exactly the same - overjoyed and eager. They make out for a moment before Steve mutters against Eddie's mouth, "We should go take a shower," and Eddie whines.

"I don't wanna move yet."

Steve just chuckles and kisses him one more time before sitting up. "Come on, I'm not gonna give you your courting gift while I have cum on my face."

That does have Eddie moving, nearly launching himself from the bed only to wince at the twinge of pain that stems from his sore, tender asshole. He worries for a moment that his knees will give out, until Steve is right there, wrapping an arm around Eddie's waist and helping him limp to the bathroom.

"Shit, I wish I had known ahead of time how fucking sore I was gonna be," Eddie says, light enough that Steve knows he's joking.

"Don't worry," Steve replies with a grin that Eddie wants to taste. "You can get me back when your rut comes around, Alpha."

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scaranation · 2 years ago

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hi hi !! could you write an ANGST with Dottore and Zhongli where we break up with them? maybe in dottore we break up because we can't bear(?) his experiments anymore and in Zhongli one we feel not enough/that he loves someone else (maybe Guizhong?)

Gn reader or Fem!reader(if u write for fem. sorry if u do not,i couldnt find rules and im really really sorry ! :( ... )

p.s will there be To love another 3rd part? it's my fav fanfic ever !!

love your work ♡♡

hihihi i know this is like super late but this prompt is literally so good 😭 also im thinking of writing another part to that fic, but i just dont know where to take it so ive been procrastinating haha

dottore’s part is kinda ooc bcs let’s be real if he’s that whipped for reader he wouldn’t let them break up with him, but im going to pretend that he’s not as much of a red flag as he actually is 🤭🤭

༊*·˚ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐅𝐅

Pairing: Dottore x GN!reader, Zhongli x GN!reader (separate)

Content: Angst, no comfort. Mentions of canon typical violence, assumed past Guizhong x Zhongli

DOTTORE

“It seems my beloved has finally thought to visit me.”

You cringed from the overpowering metallic scent as you stepped into your boyfriend’s laboratory, trying hard not to look at the borderline gruesome sights on the clinical beds.

Dottore cleaned the blood off a bone saw he was holding, setting the instrument down carefully before walking towards you - eyes lit up, but holding a gleam different to the maniacal one he usually possessed.

“How was your day, my love?” His voice was humorous. He seemed to be in a good mood, humming lightly while opening the door for you.

“It was fine.” You sighed as you felt the weight of Dottore’s harbinger coat settle across your shoulders, registering the touch of his hand as he pulled you into him and away from the Snezhnayan cold.

“Has that coworker of yours still been bothering you?”

“… Don’t try pretending.”

“Whatever could you be talking about?” The Doctor’s grip on you tightened.

“I wouldn’t wish death on anyone, even if they annoyed me to that extent.” You sighed, finally tilting your head to stare into the planes of your lover’s mask.

“Oh, they’re not dead. Rather, they’ve been subject to some biological modifications of an experimental kind - would you like to see?”

You gritted your teeth.

“I’m hungry, don’t make me lose my appetite.”

“Good thing I have a nice place booked for dinner, my love.”

His compliance was almost uncanny.

Normal couples gazed affectionately into each other’s eyes over meat and wine, fingers fondly interlaced over the dining table. And yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to return Dottore’s adoring scarlet gaze, and his hold on your hand felt more like a death trap.

“Is the food to your liking?” He asked. He hadn’t touched any of the vegetables on his plate, only biting into the steak.

“Yes. You should eat greens, too.” You commented.

“Mm. Why don’t you feed me, then?” Dottore only tilted his head, smiling eagerly. Recently, a fear of you being turned into one of the harbinger’s countless experiments had taken hold, and it was this same fear that drove you to play right how he wanted. And so, lifting your fork, you fed him with all the patience you could muster - staring into those deep red eyes, feeling like nothing more than prey. Those eyes would’ve been the last thing many others had seen before their death, the end of their lives marked by that sadistic grin. You almost shuddered at the thought.

Normal couples slept under starry nights reflected in their star crossed hearts as they cuddled close under soft sheets. Normality was such a strange concept, you decided. Despite the fact that you were doing just what normal couples should, the situation was still absurd. However, your fear of becoming another one of the harbinger’s lab rats wasn’t unfounded. You mulled over this fact, almost snorting at the juxtaposition. Here you were - wondering if the man who cradled you in his arms would strap you down to a table in the name of research.

“My love, are you still awake?” You felt Dottore’s breath ghost over your neck, his face pressing into your nape. With a rustle, he readjusted the blanket over your shoulders.

“Yeah, I can’t sleep.”

“Nightmares, perhaps? I have a pill you can use for those.”

“No, just… thinking.” You squirmed in Dottore’s hold. His comment only reignited your spiralling train of thought, pushing you further to the point of resolve.

If he could kill his clones - literal versions of himself - then what would stop him from doing the same to you? Even if you remained alive, would you have to continue to tolerate being exposed to such grotesque horrors?

It was simply better to break things off, before you no longer had the option to.

Breakfast.

The first meal of the day, and the last meal you’d share with your boyfriend.

“Dottore.”

“Yes?” The Doctor’s head jerked up immediately from where he was chewing. You could feel the undivided weight of all his attention sinking into you, and for a moment, you faltered. He was notorious for paying little mind to anyone else, and yet, he treated you with the utmost attentiveness. You steeled your resolve.

“I think… we should break up.”

Silence. Then, the grating scrape of cutlery against crockery.

“Why.”

Not a question, more of a demand. You gulped.

“Do you want me to be honest with you?”

“Yes. Is it something I did?”

“I can’t bear your experiments anymore, Dottore. They’ve gone too far, and I don’t think I can stomach living normally with you as if I don’t know the kind of things you do. Even worse, every day I’m wary that I might be your next test subject - whenever I walk into your lab, I wonder when I’ll be the one under your needles. It’s exhausting.”

Another beat of silence. You could see Dottore’s chest rising and falling at an increasingly fast pace, his jaw tensing.

“I would never, ever do that to you. It’s ridiculous that you’d even think that, and as for your prior reason… I can arrange for you to come to the lab less often…”

“So you’re just going to cover my eyes and act like you’re not doing anything with those experiments? I just can’t be ignorant here, nor can I trust you. If you can get rid of your clones so easily, then what am I? What value do I hold-“

“Those creations do not even compare to you.” Dottore finally snapped, slamming his hand down on the table. You flinched, and he felt as though his lung capacity had been halved. His head spun in tandem with the rapid tightening of his heart, his mouth twisting into a scowl.

It hurt Dottore, realising that you didn’t trust him. That all those fond, intimate memories together were just you acting out of fear - or at least, the most recent ones were. It hurt, beyond anything Dottore thought he could inflict on his patients. And even worse, you were frightened of him. The light shaking of your shoulders and the way you flinched were enough indication.

The Doctor enjoyed seeing his victims become terrified, but that same terror on you almost made him feel like he’d been the one stabbed with a scalpel. Foolishly, he’d fallen victim to his own maniacal research tendencies.

“Listen, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just meant to say… that you can trust me.” Dottore raised his hand towards you to cup your cheek, wincing when you avoided the action.

“I tried to, I really did. But I don’t think I can do it anymore.”

“My love, please.”

The second harbinger was begging. What a strange sight.

“Let me go, Dottore.” You murmured shakily. You saw hesitation, hurt, and anger flit through those vermilion eyes you’d used to love. But that love you held for him had only smouldered into disgust and fear.

“… Then go. Get out of my sight.” Dottore hissed, his teeth clenching at the wary expression on your face.

It was painful, how you walked out without a second glance.

“My love…” Dottore whispered. He stared at the closed door, almost expecting you to return. He repeated the phrase, over and over to himself - his face contorting into an expression he himself couldn’t name. Was there truly an emotion as human as this? It was a twisted, unimaginable feeling the Doctor couldn’t categorise. The syllables came off his quivering lips, as though by uttering them he could make you come back.

But the truth was, your not-so-normal relationship was over. Perhaps, Dottore would return to the normality of his heartless experiments, and you’d return to the normality of a better fate than one you’d endure by his side.

He only regretted not being able to hold you more.

ZHONGLI

There were only two letters between you and your lover, but those two letters seemed to stretch wider every day - ‘I’, and ‘M’. The seemingly infinite synapse between mere ‘mortal’, and ‘immortal’.

Zhongli was undeniably a mortal vessel, but he as a being was not. He’d lived eons before you, loved and hated thousands. He’d experienced things you couldn’t even fathom, and yet, you couldn’t comprehend how he treated you as though your fleeting existence was the centre of his much larger world.

Whenever you looked into Zhongli’s amber eyes, heard his deep laugh, or felt his gentle caress, you could only feel insignificant. After all, he used to be a literal god. You couldn’t help the guilt that gnawed at your conscience, couldn’t stamp out the incessant feeling that he was too good for you, that you couldn’t compare to whatever lovers he’d had in the past.

“How’s the tea, darling?” Zhongli prompted. He sat with his back to the window, basking in an almost ethereal glow.

“Ah, I have yet to try it.” You shook yourself out of your thoughts to raise the cup in front of you. Zhongli only smiled warmly, but the gesture made your hand shake a little. You’d planned to break up with him today, and yet the way he still stared lovingly at you - full of infinite trust - made you feel terrible.

But how many others had he also treated this way? In his life, those others were probably far more special than you, possessing talents far more worthy of a god’s attention.

Suddenly, a shattering sound pierced your ears, and a scalding warmth set into your thigh. You looked down in a daze, before snapping out of it upon realising that you’d dropped the teacup.

“Are you okay?” Zhongli was at your side in an instant, mopping up the spilled tea and collecting the broken fragments of the cup.

“Yeah.” You gritted your teeth again. How dare someone as insignificant as you make Rex Lapis get down on his knees to clean the mess you’d made. It simply made you feel as though you didn’t deserve such a wonderful man at all.

“You’ve been distracted lately. Is there anything I should know about?” Zhongli asked slowly.

“No. Well, yes.” You stammered. You hadn’t planned this out very well, and your heart squeezed tighter.

“Go ahead. You know you can tell me anything, darling.”

A warm hand came to rest against your cheek. You closed your eyes, feeling tears build and slip down your face.

Zhongli wiped at your tears, holding your hands in your lap as he looked up at you worriedly - his thumbs tracing comforting circles on your knuckles. He thought of saying something, before deciding against it. He knew it was better to let you speak first.

“Let’s break up.” You blurted, feeling Zhongli’s fingers come to a complete stop.

“We can work through this, tell me why first. Has something been upsetting you?”

Your tears fell harder. He still showed you so much kindness, never jumping to any conclusions.

“I feel like I don’t deserve you. You’re too good for me, it makes me feel guilty that someone like me can have you.” You sobbed.

“Darling, you know it makes me happy to just spend time with you. That in itself is fair exchange, no?”

“But what makes that so special? You’ve lived for so long, you could’ve done this with anyone else, and you probably have. Who am I in comparison to someone like Guizhong?”

Through your blurred vision, you could still see Zhongli’s form kneeled by your side. He seemed to be choosing his next words carefully.

“You and her are both special, in your own way. Why don’t you calm down a little first? I can pour you some more tea.”

“I’m so selfish, Zhongli. I really don’t think I can stay with you.”

“Do you really want to leave that badly?”

Your heart twisted. You didn’t want to leave. You wanted to stay in his warm embrace, his soft understanding gaze. And yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to.

“… Yes.”

“Very well then. You know I won’t stop you, because I just want what’s best for you.”

The light grip on your hands released, and as you stood up everything seemed to spin.

“Thank you… for everything.” You murmured, stealing one last glance at the man you loved - before leaving.

Zhongli remained where he was for some time. In his life, many things came to an end, but this hurt a little more. When Guizhong had left him, it was due to her passing - the youthful Rex Lapis had found someone to blame, to ventilate his grief. But the most crude fact in this situation was that you were still alive, and had chosen to leave him of your own volition. Zhongli himself had made this happen.

However, an archon’s most prized trait was impartiality. Therefore, Zhongli knew that he had to maintain indifference. He refused to let himself chase after you, or force you into anything. It was only unfair, if an immortal were to impose such a fate onto a mortal.

And so, he could only watch as you faded from his life, like the cyclic ebb of waves on an ocean shore.

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cieloclercs · 1 year ago

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what would you say (if i told you i love you)? — charles leclerc

PART: 1/?

summary. in which childhood best friends blur the lines between what they’ve always known, and something more

warnings. swearing, reader and charles are oblivious idiots but they’re cute so it’s ok, ending is annoyingly abrupt (sorry)

pairings. charles leclerc x artsy!reader

face claim. tara michelle

author’s note: so this is a multi-part social media fic inspired by this ask that i’ve been working on for a while. as always, all media and pictures used in this belongs to the original creators. hope you guys enjoy! ps, all i really know about art is what i learned in my gcse class (and my teacher was awful) so if i use any incorrect terminology at any point in this series i’m so sorry! i’m trying my best 🫶

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baelabong · 28 days ago

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ʏᴜɴᴊɪɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇᴛ, ᴄʜᴀᴇᴡᴏɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ - ᴀʟᴛ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ 1

plot: yunjin cheat, chaewon come to rescue

notes: guys its such a mish having to post on tumblr, would you guys still support if i posted on wattpad instead cuz 😭😭 having to organise and layer it out is so ughhh

it’s been a week since that night, and things haven’t gotten better. in fact, they’ve only gotten worse. yunjin has been more distant, her late nights and vague excuses becoming a routine. you feel like you’re walking on eggshells, trying not to push her away any further, even though she’s the one who’s pulling away.

you sit on the edge of the bed, staring at your phone, waiting for yunjin to text back. your thumb hovers over her name, debating whether or not to call her again. but you already know how it’ll go. she won’t answer, and later she’ll say she was “busy” or “didn’t hear it.”

you hear the front door creak open, and your heart sinks. the familiar scent of alcohol fills the air before you even see her. yunjin stumbles into the room, barely sparing you a glance as she kicks off her shoes.

“where were you?” you ask, trying to keep your voice steady, but it cracks, betraying how tired you are of asking the same question, getting the same hollow answers.

she scoffs, tossing her jacket on the floor. “out. why do you always need to know where i am?”

“because you never tell me,” you say softly, watching her as she collapses onto the bed next to you, reeking of something that isn’t just alcohol. it’s like her very presence weighs heavy on your chest.

yunjin rolls her eyes, grabbing your wrist. “you’re overreacting again, like always.” her grip tightens just slightly, enough to make you uncomfortable. “why can’t you just trust me?”

“i do trust you,” you whisper, though even you aren’t sure if that’s true anymore. “but you keep disappearing, and you don’t—”

“stop.” she cuts you off, her voice sharp and impatient. “you’re being paranoid. i told you i love you, didn’t i? that’s enough.”

but it’s not. it’s not enough, and you know it. the worst part is, you’re not sure when it stopped being enough, but it did.

she pulls you down onto the bed with her, her arm wrapping around you in a way that should be comforting but feels more like a trap. you lie there stiffly, her breath hot against the back of your neck, and you wonder when it all started feeling so wrong.

the next morning, you’re drained, physically and emotionally. yunjin left early, like she always does, without saying a word. as you sit in the quiet apartment, your phone buzzes on the table.

chaewon: hey, are you free today? thought maybe we could grab coffee?

you hesitate for a moment before replying. it’s been a while since you’ve seen her—since you’ve seen anyone, really. yunjin has this way of isolating you, of making you feel like you don’t need anyone else.

but you need to get out. you need air.

you: yeah, i’d like that.

———————

chaewon has been there, picking up the pieces where yunjin left them scattered. she’s gentle in a way that makes your heart ache, always knowing when to check in without overwhelming you. the two of you have been spending more time together, and as much as you try not to think about it, there’s something warm in the way she looks at you—something that makes you feel like maybe you deserve better than the chaos that yunjin left behind.

but yunjin doesn’t like to be replaced. she doesn’t like to lose.

the café is quiet, the soft hum of conversation filling the air as you and chaewon sit across from each other. she’s laughing at something you said, her hand resting casually on the table, fingers just inches from yours. you find yourself glancing at them, wondering what it would feel like if you just reached out.

“you’ve got that look on your face again,” chaewon teases, and you can’t help but smile back, the tension in your chest loosening for the first time in days.

before you can respond, the door chimes behind you, and your heart drops before you even turn around. you don’t need to look to know it’s yunjin. you can feel her presence, the tension in the air thickening immediately.

chaewon stops mid-sentence, her eyes flicking toward the entrance. you glance over your shoulder, and your heart drops.

yunjin is standing by the door, her face unreadable, but the air around her feels thick with something dangerous. her eyes narrow slightly as she locks onto the sight of you and chaewon, fingers still loosely intertwined on the table.

“y/n,” yunjin says, her voice sharp as she walks over, ignoring the people watching the sudden tension. she looks down at your hands, still linked with chaewon’s, and her jaw clenches. “what the hell is this?”

chaewon immediately pulls her hand away, but she doesn’t flinch or back down. her gaze stays steady, even though you can see her fingers twitching slightly, like she’s ready to defend you if it comes to that.

“it’s not what you think,” you say, trying to keep your voice calm, but the way yunjin’s looking at you makes your stomach twist with anxiety.

“oh, it looks exactly like what i think,” yunjin spits, her eyes flicking between you and chaewon. her tone is venomous, dripping with jealousy and anger. “so this is where you’ve been, huh? running to her the second i’m not around?”

you feel your throat tighten, the words stuck there. the worst part is you don’t even know if she’s wrong. you did run to chaewon—but only because yunjin kept pushing you away, breaking you down with every cold night and every dismissive word. but none of that matters right now. all that matters is the look on yunjin’s face, a storm brewing behind her eyes.

“yunjin, you don’t understand,” chaewon says, her voice calm but firm. she stands up, stepping in front of you slightly, like she’s trying to shield you from yunjin’s wrath. “this isn’t about that. y/n just needed someone to talk to.”

yunjin lets out a bitter laugh, crossing her arms over her chest. “talk? that’s what you call it? looks more like you’ve been waiting for this chance.” her eyes are locked on chaewon now, the anger in her voice barely contained. “you’ve always been hanging around, haven’t you?”

“yunjin, this isn’t—” chaewon starts, but yunjin cuts her off with a bitter laugh.

“don’t even start, chaewon. i’ve seen the way you look at her. you think you’re so much better, don’t you? waiting for me to screw up so you can swoop in and play the hero?” yunjin’s words are dripping with venom, and her eyes are wild with jealousy and anger.

chaewon’s jaw tightens, but she keeps her voice calm. “it’s not about that. y/n just needed someone, and i was there.”

“oh, you were there?” yunjin scoffs, leaning in closer, her eyes narrowing. “how convenient for you. but you know what, chaewon? you don’t know her like i do. you don’t know what she needs.”

chaewon doesn’t flinch, meeting yunjin’s glare head-on. “and you do? because from where i’m standing, all you’ve done is hurt her.”

you feel the tension between them like a live wire, sparking and crackling in the air. it’s suffocating, and the worst part is, you know this isn’t just about you anymore. this is about control, about possession. about who gets to have you.

“don’t act like you’re so innocent,” yunjin snaps, turning her attention back to you, her eyes filled with something ugly, something twisted. “you think i don’t see what you’re doing? playing the victim, acting like i’m the bad guy? but you’re the one who can’t make up your mind, always looking for someone to blame.”

the words hit you like a slap, and you feel your chest tighten with that familiar anxiety. yunjin always knows where to strike, always knows how to twist the knife just right.

“you’ve been pulling this shit for months,” she continues, her voice rising. “first it’s me, then it’s her, and then it’ll be someone else. because that’s what you do, isn’t it? you can’t handle being alone, so you keep running to whoever’s available.”

“that’s not true,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper, but even as you say it, part of you wonders if maybe yunjin’s right. maybe you have been running from one person to the next, trying to fill the emptiness that’s been growing inside you.

chaewon stands, her expression hardening as she steps between you and yunjin, her presence a shield. “she doesn’t deserve this, yunjin.”

“oh, so now you’re her knight in shining armor?” yunjin sneers, stepping closer. “you think you’re gonna save her from me? you think you’re better for her?”

chaewon doesn’t back down, her voice low and steady. “i think she deserves someone who doesn’t tear her down every chance they get.”

yunjin’s lips curl into a twisted smile, and she tilts her head, looking between the two of you with cold, calculating eyes. “you think she’s gonna choose you? you really think she’ll stick around once she realizes you’re just as fucked up as i am?”

chaewon’s expression falters for a second, and yunjin sees it. she presses forward, her voice lowering to a dangerous whisper. “she needs me. she always has. and you… you’re just a distraction.”

“yunjin, stop,” you finally find your voice, standing up, your heart racing as you step out from behind chaewon. “this isn’t about choosing between you and chaewon. this is about you. about how you’ve been treating me. i’m tired of feeling like i have to tiptoe around you all the time, tired of never knowing when you’re going to snap at me.”

yunjin’s eyes darken, her fists clenching at her sides. “so what? you’re done with me now? you think you’re gonna be happy with her?” she gestures toward chaewon, who’s watching the exchange with guarded eyes.

you don’t know what to say. part of you wants to scream that yes, you’re done, that you’re sick of the way yunjin makes you feel like you’re never enough. but another part of you… another part of you isn’t ready to let go. not yet.

and yunjin knows it.

“you can’t leave me,” she says, her voice shaking just enough to make you pause. “you won’t.”

chaewon steps forward, her hand brushing yours again, a silent offer of support. but you feel trapped, caught between the two of them, and no matter which way you turn, someone is going to get hurt.

“y/n, you don’t have to keep doing this,” chaewon says softly, her voice pulling you out of the spiral of thoughts. “you deserve better.”

“don’t listen to her,” yunjin’s voice cuts in, sharp and desperate. “she doesn’t know you like i do. we can fix this. we can fix us.”

your heart feels like it’s being pulled in two different directions, and for a moment, you wish you could just disappear. because no matter what you say, no matter what you choose, it’s going to break someone.

you bolted out of the café, the suffocating tension inside unbearable as everything hit you at once��yunjin’s indifference, her lies, and chaewon’s gaze on you, so full of unspoken words. the rain hit your skin in cold, stinging drops, but it felt better than the air inside, heavy with the weight of what just happened. you didn’t know where you were going, you just needed to breathe. needed to be away from it all.

you barely made it a few steps down the street before you heard the door swing open behind you. footsteps pounded against the wet pavement, frantic and uneven, and when you turned, there she was.

chaewon.

“y/n! please—wait!”

her voice cracked as she called after you, her feet slipping slightly on the slick ground as she rushed toward you, her hair already plastered to her face from the rain. she looked like a mess, her face red, her breath coming out in gasps. she was soaked within seconds, but she didn’t care. her eyes were fixed on you, wide and desperate, like you were slipping away from her too fast.

“please,” she cried, her voice shaking. “please don’t leave me. i—i can’t… i can’t lose you like this.”

you stopped, your heart twisting painfully at the sight of her. chaewon stumbled closer, her hand reaching out like she was afraid you’d disappear if she didn’t grab hold of you right then. her eyes were wild, full of panic, full of something more—something that had been there all along, but you’d been too wrapped up in yunjin to notice.

“chaewon…” you murmured, barely able to get the words out. seeing her like this—so broken, so raw—made it hard to breathe.

she fell to her knees right in front of you, her hands gripping at your legs, shaking as the rain continued to pour. her voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper, but it cut right through the sound of the storm.

“i love you,” she choked out, her head bowing as her body trembled. “i’ve loved you for so long, and i’ve watched yunjin hurt you over and over, and i just—i couldn’t stand it anymore. please, y/n… don’t go back to her. i’ll do anything, anything you want. just… please, let me love you.”

her words hit you like a wave, knocking the breath out of you. chaewon, on her knees in the middle of the street, sobbing and begging for you. the rain wasn’t the only thing soaking her cheeks now—her tears mixed with it, her lips trembling as she struggled to speak through her cries.

“i’m sorry,” chaewon gasped, her voice breaking with each word. “i know i’m not enough, i know you’ve been with her for so long, but i swear… i swear i’d never hurt you like she does. i’d never let you cry yourself to sleep waiting for me. please, y/n…”

your chest tightened, the sight of her making your heart ache in a way you couldn’t ignore. she was everything yunjin wasn’t—soft, open, vulnerable. and here she was, completely falling apart at your feet, just for a chance to love you.

“chaewon…” you whispered, kneeling down in front of her, your hands gently reaching for her arms. she flinched slightly, like she didn’t expect you to touch her, but when she realized it was you, her body slumped forward, collapsing into your arms like she couldn’t hold herself up anymore.

“i’m so sorry,” she cried, her face buried in your shoulder, her hands clutching your shirt as if she were afraid you might push her away. “please, y/n, just let me love you. i’ll be better for you, i promise. i’ll be anything you need.”

you held her, feeling the way her body shook against yours, her sobs tearing through the air. she was taller than you, but right now, she felt so small—so fragile, like she might break apart in your arms. you could feel her heart racing, her breaths coming out in sharp, ragged gasps, and you just wanted to hold her tighter, to make her believe that she wasn’t nothing, that she mattered.

“chaewon, it’s okay,” you whispered, your voice soft as you gently cupped her face, lifting her tear-streaked gaze to meet yours. “i’m here.”

chaewon shook her head, her wet hair sticking to her cheeks as more tears spilled down. “no, you’re not… not really. you’re still with her, and i—i don’t deserve you, but god, i want you. i want to be the one who makes you happy.”

she was rambling, her words broken and jumbled, but you heard the sincerity in every syllable. the pain, the longing. everything she’d been holding back was pouring out now, and it was overwhelming.

you wiped the tears from her cheeks, your thumbs brushing her skin gently. “chaewon, i’m not going back to her,” you whispered, the words feeling heavy on your tongue but freeing at the same time. “i’m done.”

chaewon’s breath hitched, her eyes widening in disbelief, like she couldn’t quite process what you were saying. “you… you’re done with her?”

you nodded, and something in her seemed to break. her face crumpled, and she let out another sob, pulling you into her arms so tightly you could barely breathe. her taller frame enveloped you, her body still shaking, but this time it wasn’t just from the tears—it was from the relief, the hope.

“i’m sorry,” chaewon whispered again, her voice muffled against your skin. “i’m so sorry for being like this, for begging. i just… i couldn’t lose you.”

“you’re not losing me,” you murmured, hugging her back just as tightly, feeling her warmth seep into you despite the cold rain. “i’m right here.”

and for the first time in what felt like forever, it wasn’t a lie. you were here, with her, and somehow, that felt right.

the rain continued to fall, but neither of you moved. chaewon held you close, her tears finally subsiding as she rested her chin on your head, her breathing evening out. her arms stayed wrapped around you, protective, gentle, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to feel safe.

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