#i hate admitting how badly i want to be treated gently or taken care of

[seraphimsinful]

What do I do if I'm never happy again

[occassionalfanficwriter]

Heyhey! May I request childe x reader where the reader has been badly abused in the past? As a result she doesn’t mind when childe kidnaps her because childe has never hurt her, and treats her nicely? So since childe has work lmao he leaves a fatui agent to watch his s/o. But since his s/o has such a small appetite she doesn’t eat much. And since the fatui agent has a bad temper, what if he slaps her across the jaw so hard it breaks? So since then she can’t handle leaving childe’s side?Thank you

anon who hurt you? (•ω•`)this childe has yandere undertones but anyways you're welcome and enjoy.

Content warning for everyone else: allusions to domestic violence ,and non-graphic depiction of violence against women.

No Misfortune Without Blessings

Summary: Among the many myths about Tartaglia, few were dedicated to his love life. Even fewer dared to speak of the gentle love between him and his lady but in the soft and hushed whispers of the crowd, all would admit that they painted a pretty picture.

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There was a boy.

You weren’t quite sure what to make of him. Shy and stuttering but with bright blue eyes that reminds you of the starry sky in the village. You liked him, in the same way you liked the morbid stories and descriptions of the adventurers in the tavern. You liked him too, in the same way you liked the rare flowers that grew in Snezhnayan winter.

And maybe the boy with the starry sky in his eyes and bright red hair liked you too. But it wasn’t something you paid attention to, there were stories and adventures to be had, knowledge to be shared and you decided it was more important.

More important than understanding what everyone your age liked or what accounted for normal. You never did quite understand everyone else in the same way you immediately understood Ajax. It was precisely because of this that you simply didn’t quite fit in, you were just as much of an outcast as Ajax was with his shyness and occasional stutter. You didn’t care for it, you found comfort in the knowledge you’d never be involved in messy affairs of the romantic and platonic kind.

Your world was peaceful.

There was Ajax, the stories from adventurers, and your hidden desire for something more beyond what the small seaside town you call home had to offer.

--

There used to be a boy with bright blue eyes that takes your breath away sometimes. Who had a burning red hair and warm smile that reminded you of the warm sunshine.

You loved to follow him around, notebook in hand filled with scribbles and experiments of different shorts. And Ajax loved you, perhaps, with the way he took you along for adventures on the edges of the woods, in the frozen lake, and taking small commissions from the neighbors.

The two of you had grown taller, childhood fat turning into muscles as your bodies hit puberty. Both of you had changed in so many ways, gone were the days when no one minded the two of you staying out together for a long period of time, without any companion. Whispers followed when the two of you held each other just a bit too long for what was appropriate.

Your world could not simply consist of Ajax and the growing longing you had for what the world had to offer. You didn’t like the change, neither of you two did. But you were much better at pretending than Ajax, so you studied and observed the rest, told this to Ajax and somehow the restrictions on you two became a big game of pretend. You pretended to understand the beauty that others found, pretended to fit in the scale of accepted normalcy.

And then, without you noticing the boy you loved dearly was gone. You stared blankly as you watched his parents cry and search parties used for a boy lost in the woods.

There used to be a boy and you weren’t quite sure what to make of him when he came back to you three months later.

--

You weren’t quite sure when it started, when your world expanded and collapsed until the only things left are the ashes of things you don’t quite recognize. You weren’t quite sure when you stopped yearning for a life of adventure. When you began to settle for whatever it was that was given to you.

Maybe it was when the boy you loved came back with dull blue eyes and a sharp look that told stories only the hardened and veteran adventurers understood. Maybe it was when you could no longer keep up with him, when trouble seeks him out and your parents dragged you away from him.

Maybe it was when one night he sneaks into your room bids you goodbye and makes you realize that the stars in his eyes never left, they were just clouded by something brighter and bigger than whatever it was that Morepesok had to offer.

Maybe it was when you woke up the next day and the boy you loved was taken away into a brighter and bigger place than the small sea-side village.

But that didn’t matter now, not when your whole body hurt and you laid limp on the cold wooden floors of the place that should be home but isn’t. You weren’t quite sure when you accepted this as normal, when the man your parents swore would take care of you became the one who hurt you. You weren’t quite sure when you started to forget all of that you loved dearly.

“...it hurts” you say out loud as tears prick on the edges of your eyes and you simply lay on the floor, ignoring the pain on your ribs, the blood on your mouth and countless other bruises that littered your skin.

You don’t recognize yourself anymore.

And you hate yourself for it.

You think of the boy you loved who had stars in his eyes and the sun in his soul and you yearn for him and what could have been.

--

There was a man with a charming smile and blue eyes, and the mask of the Harbingers. You weren’t quite sure what to think of him when he held your hand gently, and spoke to you about topics you used to love.

You weren’t quite sure what it meant when his eyes grew cold at the bruises on your skin and the whispers that followed you. Maybe you loved him, in the same way you loved Ajax, and the man you lived with. Maybe you loved him in the same way you loved the preserved heart in a jar that used to be yours.

There were a lot of maybes but you were sure that Tartaglia would never hurt you. The day he takes you away felt like a fairy tale, as if the boy you loved came back for you but you knew that Ajax was gone. And Tartaglia was the one who came for you so you stupidly went along with him.

You gave him your everything.

You gave him the tattered pieces of what could have been you, and allowed him to reshape you, until you were stronger than before. You relearned how to be human, how to be yourself, and you loved him for it. You learned how to speak his own love language, stayed by his side and accepted all of him until you weren’t sure where you ended and where he began.

Somehow, you stupidly believed that all of this would remain as it was. Until he had to leave for a long while and you can’t help but feel as if your world would collapse.

“Don’t go” you whispered as you held onto his clothes like a child.

“Don’t leave me” you begged as you shrink your frame and tried to fight the fear of being hated for something like this.

“I’m sorry” Tartaglia tells you, voice soft and gentle as he hugs you tenderly.

You want to cry but you don’t because you had always understood that he was meant for bigger and brighter things. Instead you sank in his chest, you wanted to imprint yourself in him, so that no matter how bright and beautiful the world outside of this home you built was, he’d never forget about you.

“Come back quickly.”

“I’ll be back before you even miss me.”

You don’t tell him that you’ve already begun missing him.

--

You never bothered to get along with Tartaglia’s subordinates. Not when you decided to ignore anything Fatui related since it meant that Tartaglia would never have to worry about you being used against him. You refused to be a burden.

This ignorance meant that despite treating them civilly you had no deep impression on them. It meant that when none of Tartaglia’s trusted aides were available to watch you and take care of whatever your needs were, some new recruit was given to you.

You didn’t care about it much. The new recruits tend to be distant and careful upon knowing who you were to Tartaglia. You didn’t care about what they called you behind your back. What mattered was Tartaglia and his thoughts.

Your heart was too small to include irrelevant matters.

Maybe if you learned how to be human properly, you would have realized the danger you were in. An upstart recruit from a noble lineage coupled with a bad temper would never be suited to your cold and distant attitude. The snark and biting remarks you ignored only added fuel to a fire you weren’t aware of.

You were too busy counting the days until Tartaglia’s return to pay attention to someone you found insignificant.

“You didn’t finish your food again” The recruit complained.

“Feed it to the dogs or whatever” you answered dismissing him with a wave of hand as you drank your water.

No one would care if you ate less than usual. Tartaglia would only ask if anything was wrong and you’d be quick to assure him that it was nothing. You knew that he would overthink and his subordinates would pay for it.

It was best for all parties that his mood remained good. You didn’t want others interfering with your time with him and you were quite sure that after the glamour of sparring with him faded off, his men had no want of being beaten to the ground.

This thought that you believed to be true made you blind. It made you let your guard down when malice was directed at you and you found yourself suddenly on the ground.

The harsh sound of your jaw breaking echoing loudly as you stared blankly on the marble tiles of the dining room. Somehow it felt like you were back in that place, and you could hear shouting and swearing around you.

‘I’m stronger than this’ You thought as you tried to force your body to move.

‘I’m stronger than this!’ You stubbornly insisted as your body remained frozen in the ground.

‘I’M STRONGER THAN THIS!’ You screamed inside your head as you felt like you were drowning again. You couldn’t breathe and you could no longer see anything.

The next thing you saw was Tartaglia on your bedside, asleep and visibly worse for wear. You stood up, opening your mouth only to quickly stop at the dull pain you felt. You could only stare at him with longing. The room was dark and only lit by the moonlight that seeped in through the windows.

You reached out for him, three soft squeezes on his hand as you gingerly kissed his calloused hand. You could tell that he was already awake and you waited for him to open his bright blue eyes that took your breath away.

“I won’t leave you alone anymore” Tartaglia says with sadness in his voice as he cradles you in his lap. You closed your eyes and tapped his lips thrice.

‘I love you’.

--

There was a girl with bright curious eyes that seemed to see through him. Ajax couldn’t keep his stutter out as he shyly introduced himself.

He loved her at first sight.

He loved her more when she took his hand and showed him interesting stuff. Each moment spent with her was an adventure. He loved the spark in her eyes when she talked about the nations beyond Snezhnaya.

He loved her eccentricities and never wanted her to change. But Ajax knew that if he remained as he was, he would never be able to keep her by his side.

The girl he loved yearned for something bigger and brighter than Morepesok and Ajax wanted to give it to her with his own two hands.

There used to be a girl with bright eyes and rarely smiled but could take his breath away when she smiled at him. Who loved all sorts of things without any care, who loved him in the same way she loved the animals they came across.

She was bright and warm and Ajax knew that she was destined for bigger things. That she was meant to explore the world beyond the sea and Ajax wanted to take her away and give her the greatest adventure.

He wanted her world to be made up of him, their adventures, and everything she loved. But the Abyss had no place for gentle dreams and soft loves. So he fought and fought until he realized his dream and set out for something bigger and brighter than him.

‘I want to give her the world’ Ajax whispered in the silence of the night as he fought for his life and then for fun.

He thought of the girl he loved who walked among the stars and he yearned for her. The Abyss had no room for the weak so he hid away what he could and threw away what he couldn’t for the sake of growing strong and paving the way for the girl he loved.

He came back and found solace in the stupid girl that didn’t understand everything yet. He protected her innocence even as she stared at his blood stained hands. He protected her soft and loving heart even as he felt his being torn apart.

He wanted to keep her by his side but he had always been the better fighter. She was better at pretending but she could never bring herself to fight back mercilessly. So he decided to fight for the two of them.

The Fatui was like the Abyss but it could never reach the harshness and brutality of a place seeped in desperation. He hid his heart away, keeping it with the girl he loved who cried for him. He fought his way up the ranks and thought of the girl he loved.

He thought of her as he took missions upon missions, thinking of her soft lips and sweet tears that made him want to take her with him. But he wasn’t strong enough to protect her yet so he leaves her behind, promising to return to her once more.

There used to be a girl who seemed to like she could take the world by storm.

There used to be a boy who loved her secretly and openly.

Now there was a woman whose light was dying, bright eyes dulled and heart trampled upon.

Now there was a man named Tartaglia whose heart burned and raged for those that dared to hurt the woman he loved.

He takes her away, leaves no traces and keeps her far away from the burnt down house that used to be her childhood home. He keeps her by his side and gives her pieces of the world.

Tartaglia with his bloodstained hands gently and lovingly held her in his arms as he dealt with the recruit. It was brutal and inhumane but all of his humanity was meant for the girl he loved and his family.

He gives her the best doctor and waits for her to wake up.

Thrice he made the mistake of leaving her behind.

‘This time, no matter what, I’ll keep you by my side.’

--

Among the myths about Tartaglia few were dedicated to the lady he always took along with him, be it in the battlefield or anywhere else. It was rumored that she was as gentle as Liyue’s glaze lilies, and as deadly as the ruin guards that littered across Teyvat.

But one thing was constant, where Tartaglia goes the lady follows. A warrior and his lady dominating battle fields across Teyvat.

There would be no surprise if one day the entire world fell at their feet.

[formulanaughty]

you should do the toto seb overstim stuff as a continuation of the seb x merc driver because ᵘʰʰ toto said something mysterious and then left ... like bro... join ? perhaps they bicker about aftercare because seb actually has feelings and toto just thinks he knows what’s best (and like tiny feelings but it’s probably the fact that he’s the boss and is in control of everything)

(ok i realized when i re-read my first little teammates blurb that i made it seem like at the end that they aren't? teammates, but let's just pretend that never happened. seb and reader both drive for mercedes under toto as TP!)

sv/reader/tw - not proofread so my apologies for inconsistencies/issues. i don’t care that much. it’s 3.5ish k of smut (and some plot). i think i like it? idk. threesomes are hard.

warnings: threesome, toto is bossy (almost to a fault), i didn’t put enough seb in (i’m Sorry), overstim, orgasm control (?), spitting, crying during sex, sub drop (if you squint - i tried not to make it too heavy), there’s aftercare!! (lmk if i’ve missed anything!)

It had been two weeks since Toto walked in on you and Seb.

Two weeks of brilliant driving, of front row lockouts, of champagne-soaked Sundays.

Two weeks of denial.

You had played every card you had with both men, tempting them to break and give in. You'd met Seb in his driver’s room after a spectacular qualifying session that he had just barely beaten you in, stripped down to your sports bra with your underwear pushed aside as you laid back on his couch, two fingers sliding in and out of your cunt. He had taken one glance at you and laughed, bending down to pick up your sweaty fireproofs and race suit before tossing them in your direction.

“Get out,” he commanded, and you were too stunned to fight him. Your rage grew with each passing moment as he watched you fumble to put on the wet fabric.

“Fuck you,” you spat, the words venemous as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes.

When you entered your own room, just down the hall from his, you couldn’t get your hand back in your pants quickly enough, the shame of his offhand dismissal burning you from the inside out. The orgasm that ripped through you was vicious and you came with a shout, the sound easily disguiseable as one of rage. It wasn’t enough - not even close - to quell the need that built within you.

Toto had joined your private flight from one track to the next and you ended up in his lap as soon as the “fasten seatbelts” sign shut off.

He had grinned, looking down at you with amusement. “What is this?”

“You’re smarter than that Toto, you know what this is.” To prove your point you rocked your hips, sliding your covered core over his thigh.

He waved the stewardess away wordlessly when she approached with bottled drinks and made no move to touch you. “What this is,” he said, voice already stern, “is you beginning to directly disobey one of my orders.”

“Who says I haven’t already disobeyed your orders?”

He leveled you with one of his signature looks of disapproval, eyebrow raised and frown lines prominent.

You climbed off of him, arousal giving way to anger.

“Fuck your rules! Do you realize how stressful it is? Why do you think Seb and I ended up fucking in the first place? We need something to let off some of the pressure of being a fucking Mercedes driver!”

“You think being with him will last?”

“It’s not about being with him. It’s about relieving some of the stress that you put us under!”

He gestured wide with his arms, laughter almost mean. “You’re welcome to leave, sweetheart, but we both know you won’t. Sebastian was offered the same thing when the pressure first got to him and he stayed - has stayed - every time. You don’t want to lose Seb, the team — me. So you’ll put up with it. You may even find yourself enjoying it. Just another week, and then we’ll give you whatever you want.”

“Oh, so you and him have some fucked up agreement? Is that why he’s been getting preferential treatment on the track? So I’ll be even more wound up when you both corner me in my hotel room? Is that the whole point of your ‘orders’, Toto?”

He sat up straighter, his shoulders rolling back as he moved to make himself larger. Even seated in the plane seat, he still seemed to tower, larger than life. “He does not get preferential treatment - on track or off - for any reason and you know that. That’s the last I’ll hear of it.

Besides,” he continued, a dark chuckle leaving his lips as he settled back into the leather, motioning for the attendant to bring him a drink, “you’ll be wound up no matter what we do to you. It’s in your nature.”

“Fuck you,” you had said softly, settling down in the seat furthest from him with your face towards the window. Any closer and he would have been bound to see the fury of your heartbeat through your skin or hear your labored breath. Fighting with a man in his position, with his power, was the ultimate aphrodisiac. You’d never shied away from going toe-to-toe with him, especially not the few times it had escalated beyond arguing and moved into more. Arguing with him now, knowing there were so few boundaries still existing between you yet knowing he wouldn't back down or give in was beyond frustrating.

"You wish you could," he had said with a chuckle, raising his glass to his lips.

He had been right about you and you hated to admit it. The end of the triple header was in sight and you were wound up, springs loaded more tightly than they'd ever been, and neither Sebastian or Toto had so much as glanced your way unless required to by their jobs. They behaved in front of the media and team, but when it was just you around, it was as though you didn't exist.

You decided to funnel all of your anger towards them into other aspects of the weekend, giving them the same silent treatment they were dishing out. You did your best to ignore them both, going so far as to leave the post-race briefing early before conversations shifted to Sebastian’s car.

Later that evening, you receive a text from Toto.

We need to talk. Room 853.

Even though he was located just a few floors above you, you decide to make him wait, taking your time redressing and combing through your hair.

Thirty minutes later you swing the already-unlocked door open.

Toto stands at the desk, fingers flying over the screen of his phone while Seb lounges in the plush chair on the other side of the bed.

“What the hell is he doing here?”

Toto sets his phone aside and faces you. “I said we needed to talk. Sit down.”

“I’ll stand, thanks.”

Toto grins and shakes his head. “I wasn’t asking. Sit.”

“Woof,” you bark out as you collapse backwards on the bed, already annoyed that they’ve cornered you like this. Seb laughs and for the first time in more than a week, you feel a genuine smile tug at your lips.

“Funny,” Toto deadpans.

“Is this all you dragged me here for? Or is there actually a point to this conversation?”

Toto shakes his head. “Such an attitude. What’s gotten into you recently?”

“What’s gotten into me? How about what’s not gotten into me? You catch Seb and I together and then tell me I’m not allowed to get off for two weeks, lording that fact over my head at any chance you get. Then you two start treating me like I don’t exist at all and—”

"I know she's gotten off," Seb interrupts, his face smug, “at least once. And no," he says, eyes shooting over to Toto, "I didn't have anything to do with it."

"You don't know shit," you quip from the edge of the bed, words tossed over your shoulder towards him.

He stands and moves, stepping away and then back before the mattress dips right behind you. "The entire hospitality trailer heard you. Britta asked if she needed to go make sure you were okay, but I convinced her you were just pissed, like you usually are when I outqualify you. I think I do know 'shit'."

When you open your mouth to protest, he moves from behind you and slides a silk scarf between your lips, tying it off quickly behind your head.

When you look over to Toto in shock, he grins.

"Shake your head no or tap out right now and we'll do it your way - whatever that may be - no feelings hurt. But I think," he says, watching as Seb leans in close to nose at the delicate skin of your neck, "I think that you'll enjoy it our way."

You maintain eye contact with him as you raise your chin in one last act of defiance.

“You’re trembling,” Seb whispers, his voice low and goosebumps erupt across your skin.

“She’s desperate for it.”

“Remember your sign?” Seb presses his lips to your jaw.

You reach back and give Seb’s leg three taps with two fingers.

“Good girl.” He looks at Toto and gives him a nod.

“Here’s the thing, pet. I told you no orgasms. Did you obey that rule?”

You stare him down but shake your head no.

“You should have heard her,” Seb says, his hands smoothing up and down your rib cage, rucking at the fabric of your shirt, creeping closer and closer to the curve of your breast. You barely keep yourself from arching into his touch. “She was in my room after qualifying, fingering herself, and she got mad when I kicked her out. Went back to her room and must’ve made herself cum so hard she screamed.”

“Screamed?” Toto directs his question to you.

You drop your chin in shame, remembering how you had been pushed to your breaking point by Seb’s dismissal. When the silence hangs in the air, you lift your head and nod.

“Good thing we gagged you tonight then, huh?”

Your eyes go wide and you glance at Seb.

“Sorry love. Boss makes the rules.”

“How many do you think we can get from her before she taps, Sebastian?”

“Six,” he responds, grinning.

“I think eight. But, knowing her, she’ll pass out before she taps out.”

Toto steps forward and reaches out a hand, cupping your jaw gently. “Wish I could kiss you.” He traces his thumb over your stretch lower lip and you whine, the sound strained through the makeshift gag. “No, no,” Toto chides, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your forehead, “no whining, no begging. You wanted to cum so badly before, so we're going to let you now, as many times as we see fit. And you can’t ask for more or tell me to stop or use that smart mouth to sass me and piss me off. We’ll go until you learn that your orgasms are ours. Understand?”

You twist your head to give Seb more room as he presses kisses along your exposed skin, pulling your collar aside when he runs out of new real estate. You take a moment to consider what’s happening, what it will mean for you, and you lift your chin again, giving Toto a definitive nod.

———

You had lost count.

The first, wrought from you with Seb's fingers as Toto looked on and gave instruction, was forceful but not enough to slate the heat in your lower abdomen. The ache had persisted - insistent - until Toto shoved your knees wide and lowered his mouth to your core. Both men - Sebastian behind you and Toto kneeling below you - were still completely clothed while you writhed naked between them.

The second and third orgasms were claimed by Toto, his mouth working easy and lazy against your clit, as though this was just a hobby for him, and you let your head fall back onto Seb's shoulder as he dove back in for the fourth.

"You should see yourself," Seb says, voice low in your ear. His hands roam over your torso, fingers firm as they dig into your skin and move to pinch at your nipples. You back arches, offering more of yourself to the men before you, and your eyes drift closed.

"You look incredible," he continues, his hips lifting to press his hard length into the small of your back.

You work to open your eyes and look up to him, pleading as best you can without words, until you feel Toto work a finger into your dripping slit and your eyes flutter shut once again.

"That's it baby, come on. Let it go," Seb says, his eyes fixed on where Toto's mouth has sealed over your clit, tongue barely peeking past his lips with every rhythmic swipe of it over your tight bundle of nerves.

When another orgasm builds, every muscle in your body goes taught until it all snaps and you scream into the gag, arching away from Toto's mouth and Seb's hands and their combined overwhelming presence.

They give you a moment of peace while you work to catch your breath, inhales and exhales forceful through your nose and around the now-soaked scarf.

When Toto kneels on the bed he's finally naked, moving up the sheets until he's in front of you. "Doing so well, pet." He leans in over you, his nose brushing yours. "You still okay? We can take away the scarf if you want."

You lean into him, hands lifting to hold him close as you inhale his scent and feel his skin against yours. You pull back and nod your head, watching as he reaches around you to untie the scarf and toss it aside.

"Better?"

You nod, clearing your throat a few times before Seb, naked now too, appears behind you with a bottle of water. You sit up to take a few quick sips and pass it back, watching as he swallows the rest down easily.

Toto takes your chin in his hand and pulls you close, his lips meeting yours much more gently than you had expected, but the kiss deepens quickly. You can taste yourself on his tongue and it makes you moan, his lips pulling into a grin against yours until he pulls away. "You taste divine," he says, licking at his lips again.

Seb's hands settle on your hips and he tugs, swiftly raising you until you settle onto your knees, stance wide as you lean into Toto.

"Don't cum in her," Toto commands over your shoulder, and a shiver runs through you at his words.

"But--" Toto breaks off your thought with a finger to your lips.

"Just because I took the gag off doesn't mean you can talk back. Understood?"

"Yeah," you answer, watching as he leans back onto the bed, his hand moving down to stroke once, twice over his hard length.

"Try again."

"Yes, I understand." You continue watching his hand, distracted by the prominent veins and dark pink head of his cock. You lick your lips and he chuckles.

"Gets rid of the gag and immediately wants something back in her mouth," he teases, his words directed at Sebastian.

You glance over your shoulder to see him, his eyes fixed on your ass as he runs one of his hands back and forth over the smooth skin there. The other hand holds his cock with what looks like a too-tight grip.

"Sometimes I have to stick a finger or two in her mouth while I'm fucking her. Keeps her quiet at least." He already sounds wrecked as he teases your folds with the head of his cock.

You scoff and Toto reaches a hand up, burying it in the hair at the nape of your neck. He drags your head down to his cock and you open your mouth automatically. He's larger than Seb, wider and a bit longer, but something inside of you begs to impress him, to be able to take him all in one go.

"What did I just say?" he asks, holding you just out of reach.

Seb chooses that moment to suddenly - finally - push his way in, your wet pussy making the slide easy, and you mon.

You whine when his hips hit your skin, the feeling of being filled almost too much already.

You don't have time to process the intrusion before Toto is pushing his cock past your lips. Seb pulls out slowly and then presses back in. Before you know it, you're being filled as quickly as one hole is empty, from one end or the other, and you lose yourself in the rhythm of it as they use you.

When Seb reaches around your hip to settle the pads of two fingers over your clit, you buck into his hand, Toto's cock falling from your lips as you swear, already too sensitive. He bats your reaching hand away and thrusts harder, fueled by the hitching of your breath and the way you tighten around him, squeezing like a snake.

Toto pulls at your hair, straining your neck to meet his gaze. "Cum on his cock, pet."

“It’s too much,” you choke out, barely a whimper, as Seb begins to grind into you with each thrust. It’s overwhelming, being fucked by Seb while Toto commands your attention.

“Don't stop,” Toto directs at Seb. Then he looks back down at you.

“She’s so fucking tight,” you hear Seb say, still looking up, watching the way Toto grins at his words.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

You follow his command and he grabs your jaw with one hand, holding your mouth just where he wants it. He stares for a moment before opening his own mouth and spitting slowly, his hot saliva hitting the center of your tongue. He holds you there, your mouth open, for just a moment before pressing your jaw up.

“Swallow.”

“Fuck, shes cumming again, I can feel it. She’s just— Fuck!”

Seb pulls out suddenly and even through the tremors of your own orgasm, you can feel the hot splashes of his release across your back. He groans and stumbles back, collapsing into the nearby chair.

“Toto,” you whine, desperately needing both more and for this to end. You can feel the beads of sweat slide down your back, the tendrils of hair at your temples damp and sticking to your skin.

“Come here.” He grips your arm and drags you up, rolling over you as he moves you where he wants you: on your back underneath him. He pushes your knees up almost too-high and looks down your sex. “Look so pretty, all fucked out like this. Pink and puffy.”

You flush at his casually obscene observance, at the act of him looking at you - at all of you.

“Should I get my mouth on you again? Make you cum with my tongue? Maybe two, three more, make you beg me to stop.”

“Toto,” you beg, unsure of what you’re asking for. More would wreck you - ruin you - but yet the ache for him, for anything, still sits hotly within you.

“I could do it. I could sit with my face there for hours, pet.”

“Please fuck me,” you try instead, head swimming with his words, with how tempting it is to take him up on his offer.

“Now she uses her manners.” He moves up and aligns his cock with your slit, teasing your entrance just as Seb had before. He thrusts in fast then, lowering himself to swallow your cry direct from the source. He holds still, his breathing easy as your chest heaves, hips already working in search of friction.

“Please,” you beg, near tears, as the mere feeling of him filling him up sets you off, the wave of another orgasm building quickly. “Toto, please, fuck me, please.”

He pulls back and nearly out, glancing down as the head of his cock catches on the rim of your pussy. When he pulls all the way, you cry out, your desperation met with a chuckle. “I told you pet, your orgasms are mine. You cum when I say you can cum. Sebastian makes you come when I say he can. Are we clear?”

You nod, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes with desperation.

“Good girl. And just so you don’t forget it,” he says, thrusting back in, hard, “we’re going until I’ve had enough.”

You arch into him, your body taking over as it seeks out any tendrils of pleasure he’s willing to give.

He takes his hands in yours and raises them above your head, his body stretching long over yours as you cry out with his deeper thrusts.

You suddenly still, your legs trembling around him as your tears fall, the sudden orgasm absolutely stealing your breath. He groans and slows, grinding his hips into yours, the pressure of him inside you prolonging your release as he relishes the feel of you constricting around him.

“That’s it, there you go. So good for me.”

“I can’t— Toto, I—”

“You can, I know you can. Such a good girl, you can take it. Give me one more, come on, you’re so pretty when you cum for me like this.”

His patient, deep thrusts are more than enough to set you off again, and you sob as you feel it creep in, absolutely nothing to be done to stop it. Your voice is hoarse when you shout as it finally crashes over you, your vision going white and hearing going fuzzy.

Toto’s thrusts turn erratic then and he too pulls out with a groan. You watch with barely-open eyes as he grips his cock and strokes himself just once before painting your stomach with his own release.

“Fuck,” he pants, staring down at your body.

Tears continue to gather at the corners of your eyes and when you blink, they tumble down your temple to mix with the stale sweat there.

You sniffle and hear some shuffling before Seb appears, kneeling on the comforter next to you.

His voice is quiet when he speaks. “Come on love, let’s get you cleaned up. Did so good for us, let me take care of you now.” He turns to Toto. “Go get a warm, damp cloth from the bathroom. She’ll want to be held and I doubt you want to get jizz everywhere.”

“How do you know what to do?”

“Because she and I have talked about it! As much as it kills you to give up some control here, just follow my lead. She might ask for something from you, she might not. But just shut up and let me take care of her.”

Toto stares for a moment, watching the way Seb moves in - to press a kiss to your temple, to muzzle at your cheekbone - and how it almost brings a smile to your face, before he follows Sebastian’s request.

He returns and passes the rag to Seb, listening to the soothing way he praises you as he wipes your skin clean, folding the rag over itself to wipe at the sweat drying on your collarbones and neck.

When Seb turns to toss the rag away, you grab for Toto then, tugging him down almost beside you, half of his body still heavy on top of yours. He adjusts and wraps himself around your back, his frame completely engulfing yours, watching as Seb mirrors the pose in front of you, still speaking in such hushed tones that leave Toto straining to hear what’s being said. When your voice breaks through, his name somewhere on your lips, he leans in.

“Of course he’s proud of you,” Seb replies to whatever question you had asked. “I am too.”

Toto leans in to press a kiss to your shoulder and your head turns, now-bright eyes meeting his. “Thank you,” he mumbles, pressing another open-mouthed kiss to your skin. He continues his gentle assault, lips brushing any inch of skin he can reach. “I mean it. Thank you.”

[vs-redemption]

This is the first piece out of seven written for the one year anniversary collaboration event for the @konoblog-simps discord. I encourage everyone to check out the masterlist for today's prompt and support the other creators. Some content is not suitable for minors so please pay attention to the warnings.

Prompt: Fluff (Finral Roulacase x Fem!Reader)

Word Count: 1.3K Warnings: None

Anyone could tell by a glance that the mixer wasn’t going well, and by the look on Finral’s face, you knew that he was coming to terms with that unfortunate fact as well. The other two magic knights sitting with him were either the only people in the restaurant oblivious to the disaster, or they just didn’t care as the one who’d likely arranged the gathering in the first place frantically grasped for conversation.

“You know,” Finral looked completely distressed by this point, gesturing desperately to the two who were meant to be acting as his wingmen. “Four members of the Black Bulls were actually recruited into the Royal Knights. Asta and Luck are two of them. They’ve been on some really crazy missions lately.”

The girls sitting across the table just force smiles before going back to picking at their food. No matter how much The Black Bulls had done recently, people were still stuck in their ways and looked down on the squad known for causing a little more trouble than they should. In your opinion, it was really a shame that all the girls Finral had ever invited to his little mixers failed to see what was right in front of them.

Time after time you watched him act like a complete gentleman; making polite conversation, giving just the right amount of respectful compliments, and even using his spatial magic to bring unique flowers or special treats from around the Clover Kingdom, just for girls to turn up their noses because of the Black Bulls symbol on his cloak. Well, that and maybe he did seem to try a little bit too hard at times. It was endearing though and obvious with the way he acted that he was genuinely looking for a real relationship with someone special. The poor boy had so much love to give, but nobody seemed to want it.

“Can I get three slices of chocolate cheesecake for table four?” You peek your head into the kitchen to ask the owner. The man gives you a weird look before checking the receipts.

“Table four didn’t order any chocolate cheesecake,” he folds his arms, “and we usually save that for special customers anyway.”

“You can take it out of my paycheck,” you tell him seriously while grabbing the dessert and skipping back out into the dining area.

Chocolate was a little more expensive since it had to be imported from the Heart Kingdom, but your boss was a hypocrite. By ‘special customers,’ he’d meant magic knights. Finral and his friends fit the criteria, even if they weren’t in one of the more glamorous squads. Taking a hit to your wages wouldn’t set you back too much, and anyway, you hated seeing Finral’s mixer flopping so badly. He didn’t deserve such poor luck, and you hoped maybe you could do this one thing to help him out a little.

“Three slices of chocolate cheesecake, as requested for the lovely ladies,” You gently slide a plate in front of each of the girls. Their eyes light up immediately, hands reaching for their forks so they can dig in as soon as possible. Finral, on the other hand, looked panicked.

“Excuse me, I didn’t order that,” he leans in towards you and whispers.

“Not to worry,” you wink playfully, ignoring the flutter of your heart caused by his closeness. “Consider it a thank you for all your hard work while protecting the kingdom. It’s on the house.” He didn’t seem to believe you, but you don’t give him the chance to ask any more questions. You straighten up and nod to the girls, telling them to enjoy the rest of their evening and then hurrying off to get back to your duties.

Things seemed to pick up for Finral a bit after that. The girls seemed a little more inclined to give him a chance, listening to his stories and being a little more forthcoming when he asked questions about themselves. You had to roll your eyes a little. Seeing the cautious optimism on Finral’s face, and seeing him smile without the usual underlying stress and self-consciousness was worth it, even if you didn’t think those girls deserved a moment of his time or attention.

It was a little before closing time when the mixer finally seemed to be wrapping up. You took that as a good sign and watched curiously as Finral and his friends walked the ladies to the door, thanking them politely and bidding them good night. You turn away, expecting them all to go home for the evening, but jump in surprise when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

“O-oh!” you feel heat rise to your cheeks when you find yourself face to face with Finral. “Can I help you?”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.” He smiles, looking embarrassed. “I tried to thank your manager for sending those desserts earlier, but he said to thank you instead.”

“He wasn’t supposed to tell you that,” you mumble, averting your eyes and wishing the owner had just taken the credit. This was such an awkward situation to leave you in.

“I don’t understand,” Finral replies, his soft purple eyes searching your face for an answer. “Why’d you do that?”

“It just looked like your group needed a little pick-me-up,” you shrug, shifting from foot to foot nervously. “Just thought I’d help you out a bit… I don’t know.” Finral looked surprised by your explanation, and regards you in wonder for a moment before his face falls.

“Well,” his shoulders slump in defeat, “I still managed to get denied a second meeting from all of them. I really appreciate the thought though. I’ll pay you back, I promise.”

“That’s not necessary,” you tell him, a mixture of annoyance and relief swelling up inside you. As you’d predicted, those girls didn’t deserve a guy like Finral, and part of you was glad they’d rejected him. “Magic Knights are supposed to get free desserts anyway,” you reveal. “Just don’t tell anyone that I told you that.”

“But, you have to let me do something to repay your kindness,” Finral pleads, that anxious look coming back to his face. You fight the urge to reach out and try to smooth away the wrinkles caused by his stress, and start to fiddle with your hands as a crazy idea comes to mind.

“Well,” you glance up at him shyly, “You could always invite me to your next mixer.”

“What?” His eyebrows shoot up towards his hairline, somehow blown away by the suggestion until it clicks in his brain why someone would insist on inviting themselves to a mixer. Realization blooms across his face and you smile when his cheeks turn red.

“You don’t have to bring your friends though if you don’t want to,” you say, feeling a little bolder now. “Or invite anyone else at all really.”

“But that would be…” Finral blinks at you, struggling to accept what was happening.

“Only if that’s something you’d be comfortable with,” you decide to give him a chance to decline, not wanting to bully him into taking you out.

“I… really?” He stumbled over his words, “I mean, yes. I would be… very comfortable or… are you comfortable?”

“Yes,” you nod your head in confirmation, letting out a small laugh at his nervousness. “So, it’s a date then.” You finally say the “date” word and a look of excitement and disbelief takes over his features.

“O-ok, yeah.” He lets out a breathy chuckle, “Are… you really sure?”

“Yes!” You exclaim in amusement, “Just let me know the time and place and I’ll be there.”

“All right!” He promises, “I’ll make arrangements and let you know as soon as I can.” He pauses to shake his head as if he really thought he was stuck inside a dream. “I’m… really excited.”

“Me too,” you admit.

After a slightly awkward good-bye, Finral finally headed back outside to join his friends while you got back to work. Butterflies danced around your stomach as you tried to imagine what the magic knight would plan. You’d been interested in him for so long, and you hoped things would work out well between you. If it did, perhaps you’d never have to watch him suffer through a failed mixer again.

[thisbeatchachinglikemoney]

What Do You Think?

Part 4 of the Boys with Luv series

Pairing: Yoongi x reader, Yoongi x Jimin

Summary: Yoongi goes to the fansign without Y/N as she feels that she is going to be shunned and hated by the rest of the members. There, he realises that they aren’t all angry with him.

Warnings: Smut, swearing, Yoongi being a slight dick to Tae

Tags: @calling-dips-on-j-hope, @fic-recs-by-moon, @luvtaeha, @aretha170, @xicanacorpse, @kookieebangtan, @fangirl125reader, @seoul9711, @channiespup​, @lindsayjoy444​ ​​​​​

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Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Taehyung POV:

It was hard to describe what I felt when I was that girl with my boyfriend. My Yoongi. He had his arm wrapped tightly around her way. He called her baby. That was my nickname. I was always his Taebaby. Kookie was his prince, and Jiminie was his pretty boy. 

Yes, I was jealous. Yes, I was angry. I had hoped that none of us would find our soulmates because I didn’t want our dynamic to change. We were fine just the seven of us. We didn’t need anyone else in the equation.

I glared at the pair of them as they checked out. I wasn’t really in the mood to buy new lingerie anymore. The girl turned to look at me, Joonie, and Hobi, and me and her made eye contact. Suddenly, colours flooded into my vision. I stumbled backwards, my back colliding with Hoseok’s chest. He and Namjoon both looked equally surprised.

“Taebaby, you okay?” Namjoon asked, wrapping his arm around my waist to keep me steady. No, this was not okay. I was not okay. This wasn’t possible.

“It doesn’t make sense.” I mumbled. “It’s not possible.” I shook my head. “No, no, it’s not possible.” I repeated. “What just happened? Why can I see colour?”

“I can see it too.” Hoseok admitted quietly.

“And me.” Namjoon agreed. He looked confused. I glanced up at him, silently asking what we should do. He knew my facial expressions. When I got nervous, I sometimes wouldn’t talk so Namjoon had learnt to read my face to know how I was feeling. “I don’t know what we should do, Taebaby.” He looked over to where Yoongi and the girl had been stood, but they were gone now. “We’ll talk to him tomorrow at the fanmeet.”

“Is it possible, hyungie?” I asked, looking at Namjoon.

“I don’t know. It is, but I don’t know why.” Namjoon replied. “Do you want to buy anything or go home?” He asked, looking at me and stroking my hair out of my face.

“I don’t know.” I said looking around. All the lace and silk was tempting me. “I’m not really feeling it at the moment.” 

“Okay, baby, we can go home and cuddle?” Hoseok suggested. I nodded.

“That would be nice, please, hyung.” I said, allowing Hoseok to pull me into a hug and the both of them to lead me out of the store and back to the dorm.

Y/N POV:

I twisted my fingers around nervously. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go through with the plan anymore. They hated me. It was clear to see. Taehyung was glaring at me. I was sat in the living room, letting all the thoughts cloud my head. Taehyung was never going to like me.

“Baby, dinner’s ready, are you okay?” Yoongi raced to kneel in front of me. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“They hate me!” I said, letting the tears roll down my face. “It’s not going to work!” I sobbed. “Taehyung was glaring at me, and Namjoon looked so disappointed and disgusted!”

“They what?” Yoongi looked pissed. “Okay, baby, look at me.” He took hold of my hands. “They don’t hate you. They are angry because of what happened.”

“But that’s not my fault!”

“I know, jagiya, I know.” Yoongi kissed away my tears. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to come to the fanmeet tomorrow, okay?” He said. “Not if it’s going to upset you so much.”

“I’m sorry.” I apologised. I didn’t want him to be disappointed with me.

“Don’t you dare apologise.” Yoongi said. “Don’t worry, okay, let’s eat and then we’ll cuddle and watch a movie.” He said, taking hold of my hand and pulling me up with him.

Yoongi POV:

My alarm went off early the morning of the fanmeet. I groaned and sat up, turning it off not wanting to wake up Y/N. I leaned down and pecked her on the lips before leaving her a note and getting dressed. I was out of the door within ten minutes, knowing I would have be at the dorm before the van came to pick us up. 

I made it to the dorm ten minutes later, the cold air biting at my exposed skin on my face above my mask, and my uncovered hands. I shivered, pulling at my beanie as I realised that the van was already waiting outside. I walked over to it and got on. There was no one there yet so I decided to sit right at the back, making sure to put my bag on the empty chair next to me. 

The six of them appeared at the same time. Instantly, the van was filled with awkward tension as none of us knew exactly what to say to each other. I was angry at them, and they were angry at me. My phone buzzed with a message from my princess. I smiled as I read it.

Jagi ❤️️: I love you too, oppa! Don’t get too angry at them today, remember ARMY is always your top priority. Send me a pic of your outfit please! Have fun and don’t be too grumpy!

I chuckled at her message, quickly typing one back. I missed her already.

My lil meow meow ❤️️ 🐱: I’ll try not to be too grumpy, princess, but I’m annoyed at them for how they treated you yesterday. There’s some leftover noodles in the fridge if you want those, or you can order something if you want. There’s money in the drawer by the front door. Be safe!

She sent me back a red heart along with a screenshot of her breakfast order, saying that she was having both. I looked up from my phone, seeing that Jimin had turned around in his seat and was staring at me carefully. It was hard to tell what he was feeling - he was always good at hiding his emotions if he wanted to. We made eye contact and he shot around in his seat, leaning his head on Hoseok’s shoulder, earning a forehead kiss. I felt a pang of sadness shoot through me. Usually Taehyung would be sat next to me, curled up into my side, scrolling through social media and giggling when he found something funny. Now he was sat next to Namjoon, not even bothering to look at me.

My phone buzzed with another message. It was a picture from Y/N showing her breakfast. She had also taken a selfie with the leftover noodles, saying they were the best thing ever. The van stopped, signalling we were here. The others got off first and then I followed, wanting our interaction to be as little as possible.

Hair and makeup sped past and I found myself dressed and ready, waiting to be called out. I was first done, and then it would normally be Taehyung. I sat on my phone after sending Y/N a pre-fansign selfie. The door opened. I looked up and saw Taehyung. I looked back down at my phone, knowing that if I talked to him now, I would explode with anger. 

“Hyung?” Taehyung sat down on the couch beside me, leaving some space to be respectable. “I need to talk to you about something.” He said. 

“About what, Taehyung?” I asked, not even looking at him. He needed to know how annoyed I was. He needed to know what he had done wrong.

“It’s about your soulmate.” He said, making me scoff. Y/N was the one thing I didn’t want to talk to him about. 

“What do you want to tell me this time, Taehyung? That she’s a gold digger? That she’s just using me for money? All of that is a lie, Taehyung! And I am sure of that, okay?” I said, my voice harsh. He flinched at the tone of my voice.

“I wasn’t going to say that, honestly.” He said, his voice small.

“Until you apologise to me for what you said, I honestly don’t want to hear it.” I said, pocketing my phone and standing up. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go and calm down.” I walked out of the room.

I knew I was harsh with him. I waited until the door was properly shut behind me before I slid down the wall, burying my face in my hands. I loved Taehyung with all of my heart, but what he said was wrong. He had to know that Y/N was going to be a part of my life now, whether he liked it or not. 

“Hyungie?” I looked up, seeing my precious little Jimin. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Jimin.” I said, sighing slightly as I sat up, leaning the back of my head against the wall. 

“No, you’re not.” He said, sitting down next to me. “What’s wrong?” He reached over and took hold of my hand, his small fingers wrapping around mine.

“None of this is my fault, Minnie.” I said huskily, knowing that I was on the verge of crying. “I can’t chose when I meet my soulmate or who they are. And nobody understands that!”

“I understand that. I know it’s not your fault.” Jimin said, looking at me, his eyes full of sympathy. “I wanted so badly to come over to your apartment and see you. I really want to meet her. I think we all need to get used to her being around and possibly being a part of our relationship otherwise our dynamic is going to be off.”

When he said this, my heart skipped a beat. At least one of them cared about me still. “Why didn’t you come over?” I asked softly.

“Joonie wouldn’t let me.” Jimin said. “He said we needed to give you time and space, but I knew that was something you didn’t need. I wanted to speak up so badly when he told you to leave but I knew my opinion wouldn’t matter to him.” His eyes searched my face. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey you do not have to apologise. You have done nothing wrong.” I said, stroking his hand. “You tried your best, Chim, and that’s all I’ll ever ask.” He smiled slightly at that. “Tell you what, after the fansign, how about you come home with me and you can meet Y/N.” I suggested.

“Is that her name? It’s beautiful.” He said.

“You’re beautiful, pretty boy.” I said, making him blush. I stood up, pulling him up with me. “I missed you so much.” I pulled him closer, wrapping my arms around his waist.

“I missed you too, hyungie.” He said, kissing me gently on the lips. I groaned slightly, feeling myself go hard.

“Do we have time for a quickie?” I asked, checking the time, seeing that we still had thirty minutes. “Okay, come on, quickly. I need those pretty lips around my cock.” I dragged him into an empty bathroom, pressing him against the door and attacking his neck with my lips, being careful not to leave any marks.

“Yoonie.” He whined, pressing his hips against mine. He was hard against my thigh. 

“Okay, baby, take off your clothes and put them neatly on the counter. I don’t want the stylist noonas to kill us.” I ordered as I undressed myself, folding up my clothes neatly.

“Hyungie please.” Jimin begged, palming himself through his boxers. He looked desperate, his full lips shiny red. His tongue swiped across them as he let out a breathy moan.

“Shh baby.” I said, pushing him down slightly so he would drop to his knees. “Now suck my cock like a good boy and I’ll eat you out after.” He nodded eagerly and pulled down my boxers, freeing my dick from its confines. It sprung up, the head a dark red colour. He stroked it a few times before taking the tip in his mouth and sucking on it like a lollipop. “Fuck Chimmie.” I groaned, having missed the feeling of his mouth. “You feel so good, baby. Gonna make me cum so hard.”

He smiled around my cock and swallowed, deepthroating me. My hands itched to pull at his hair, but I knew it would ruin all the stylist noonas hard work, so I grabbed hold of the counter behind me. He hollowed out his cheeks and moved his head up and down before taking me out of his mouth and licking the prominent vein on the underside of my cock, staring up at me seductively.

“Are you gonna cum for me soon, hyungie?” He asked, taking me back into his mouth and sucking hard. I could feel the knot begin to form in the base of my stomach. His lips were stretched around me as he gagged slightly from the intrusion in his throat.

“Fuck!” I moaned when I felt my tip hit the back of his throat. “Yes baby, I’m gonna cum.” I said, tightening my grip on the counter so my knuckles were white. “Stay still and open your mouth.” I thrusted into his mouth, his hands coming up to rub my hips. His 13 tattoo showed through the bracelets he was wearing on his wrist. “Fuck baby, such a pretty mouth.” He smiled up at me around my cock, swallowing as I entered his throat.

When he did that, the knot in my stomach became impossibly tight. “Baby, I’m going to cum!” I groaned, thrusting a few more times before the knot snapped. “Good boy, take it all.” I crooned as he closed his mouth around me to keep all my cum in his mouth. I pulled out of his mouth. “Swallow.” I ordered. He opened his mouth wide to show me that he had swallowed it. “Such a little slut.”

“I’m hyungie’s slut.” Jimin purred as he pulled down his boxers. I pulled him close to me, thumb brushing over his nevermind tattoo on his chest.

“Want me to eat you out, or finger you kitten?” I asked. He hummed in thought.

“Both please, hyungie.” He requested, bending over so his upper body was resting on the counter.

“You are such a little slut for me, kitten.” I said, running my hands over the globes of his ass. I pulled them apart slightly to expose his hole. I bent down and moved my tongue over it, making him shiver and moan out softly. ched round and pushed my fingers into his mouth. “Suck.” I said. He got to work, swirling his tongue around each individual digit, coating them in saliva. After a few minutes I pulled them out of his mouth before pushing two into him, making him cry out. I use my tongue as well, making the wet muscle lick over and around his hole.

He moaned out as he panted slightly, his legs shaking. “Already close, baby?” I asked, knowing the tell tale signs of him about to cum.

“Yes, hyungie. Ahhhh.” Jimin moaned as I added another finger, moving down to lick at his perineum. “Hyungie yes, right there.” He cried out as I pushed against his prostate. “Can I cum, please, can I cum.” He begged.

“Go ahead baby.” I said, allowing him to splatter his cum on the counter in front of him. “Such a messy boy.” I chuckled, making him whine in embarrassment. 

“Thank you hyungie.” He said, catching his breath. I grabbed some tissue and wiped him down. 

“I love you, Yoongi.” Jimin said, pecking my lips.

“I love you too, pretty boy.” I replied. “Come on, get dressed, they’re going to be looking for us soon.” He nodded and quickly got dressed, putting on some leather pants that clung tightly to his ass and thighs. “I think you just gave me another boner, pretty boy.”

“Oh really?” He smirked, turning around, his chest bare.

“Put your shirt on.” I laughed, making him giggle. It’s strange that you never realise how much you miss someone until you see them again.

Throughout the entire fansign, Jimin stuck by my side, sometimes holding my hand underneath the table or I would have my hand on his thigh. We took selfies together and made each other laugh. It made me realise just how much I missed being around them and also how different things were going to be now, and just how ready I was for it. 

The other members noticed this, and some had small smiles. But Taehyung and Namjoon still looked unsure. It was as if they didn’t trust me anymore, which is something I didn’t want.

Before long, the fansign was over and we were piling back into the minivan to take us back to the dorm. Jimin was tucked up next to me, his legs pulled up and curled to his side. He was scrolling through his weverse, replying to some comments from ARMY. He soon came across the selfie that I posted of me and Y/N, making him smile.

“She’s really pretty.” He said softly as the van pulled off and started driving. 

“She is, but she’s had a really horrible life.” I said, making him nod in understanding. “So just be careful with what you say about here. And don’t, whatever you do, bring up her ex.”

“Why?” Jimin asked, resting his chin on my shoulder.

“Because he abused her a lot. She had run away, which is how I met her. She was going to sleep in the park.” I explained. “He just wasn’t a very nice person, and she was terrified of him. But that’s okay because she has us to protect her.”

“Is she an ARMY?” Jimin asked.

“Yes, she is.” I replied. “She was dancing to ‘Spring Day’ when I found her. She’s a dancer too.”

“Really?” Jimin sounded excited. “That’s so cool. We can do dances together and stuff.” 

“Yes, we can.” I said with a smile, wrapping my arm around him and holding him close. My phone started to ring, making him jump. It was my baby.

“Hey, baby. You okay?” I asked as I answered.

“Yeah, I was just looking at photos from the fansign today. Have you and Jimin made up?” She asked, making me smile knowingly.

“Yes, we have. Is it alright if he comes over? He really wants to meet you.” I said, making her gasp.

“Really?” I knew how insecure she was about meeting them as she thought they all hated her. 

“Yes.” I nodded. Jimin tried to grab the phone from me. “He wants to talk to you.” I said, making her give an okay.

“Hi!” He said excitedly into the phone. I could hear the murmur of her voice as she spoke back to him. He chuckled. “Yeah, it was fun. I got a lot of things from ARMY.” He paused as she spoke. “Really?” He laughed. “Of course. Oh, please order some of that. I’ll tell Yoongi.” I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He mouthed “She’s ordering food for us.” I nodded. “We are almost at the dorm, so see you in about fifteen, twenty minutes. Of course, I can’t wait. See you soon!” He handed the phone back to me.

“Jagi?” I said, seeing if she was still there.

“Yes, oppa.” She replied.

“Are you okay?” I asked. “Feeling any better?”

“Yes, actually. I’m really excited to properly meet Jimin. It sounds like he is really all for me being added to the relationship.” She said, sounding happy. “I’ll see you soon. I’ve ordered pizza for us and we can have a movie night.”

“Sounds good princess. I’ll see you in a bit.” I hung up the phone and turned to Jimin. “Excited to meet your new girlfriend?” I asked, making him nod, a big smile on his face.

“I can’t wait to give her cuddles and lots of kisses.” He said, settling back against my shoulder. “We’re going to watch a movie together tonight. Can I stay over, we have a day off tomorrow?” He looked at me giving me puppy eyes. “Please hyungie?”

“How can I ever say no to this face?” I asked, cupping his cheeks and squishing them together, making him giggle. I pushed his blond hair out of his face as the van pulled up outside of the dorm. “Do you need to grab anything?” I asked.

“Nope. I’ll just steal your clothes.” He said with a small smile. “Come on, come on, come on! Let’s go!” He took hold of my hand and pulled me off the minivan and started dragging me towards my apartment.

“Jiminie, where are you going?” Namjoon shouted after us.

“I’m going to stay at Yoongi hyung’s tonight.” Jimin replied. “If you have a problem with it, I really don’t care.” He turned to me, dragging me again. It was quite sweet seeing him so determined to meet my soulmate. He really did care. Especially since he sassed Joon like that. “Come on, let’s go! The pizza is probably already there!”

“Okay, Jimin, we’re going!” I said with a laugh, allowing him to lead me to my apartment. 

[delicioussshame]

Too long for tumblr, too bad to be posted by itself on AO3, have this ABO future AU where LBH and SY never got together.

There is always something bittersweet about Shizun visiting.

Luo Binghe loves having him here. He loves that Shizun obviously feels comfortable enough around him that he doesn’t mind being in the demon realm, away from allies and friends.

He hates knowing that no matter how pleasant their time together was, Shen Qingqiu will eventually leave to return to his bamboo house.

He tries to put that last thought out of his mind and just enjoy his shizun’s company.

It’s just that there is something else going on today. Something that is incommoding Shizun. He keeps twitching as if he can’t sit still. His skin has a pinker shade than usual. His gaze sometimes lingers on Luo Binghe in a way that is very hard to ignore.

Luo Binghe does all he can to do so anyway. Why raise his hopes up at this point?

When his usually graceful shizun manages to send a cup rolling, spilling tea over the table, Luo Binghe cannot blind himself anymore. “Shizun isn’t feeling well today. Is there anything this disciple can do to help?” He can’t help the eager tilt in his voice. He wants to help Shen Qingqiu so badly. He still wants Shen Qingqiu to smile at him kindly and pet his head gently, praising him for being good, the way he used to do when Luo Binghe was still a child.

Shen Qingqiu stumbles. He flushes, embarrassed. “This isn’t something Binghe should bother himself with. It will pass. It’s just unexpected. I should have remained home today.”

That’s strange? What condition could he be talking about? “What is Shizun suffering from?”

Shen Qingqiu sighs. “Well, Binghe is more than old enough to know. He probably figured it out already, didn’t he? He must have experience dealing with this with others.”

Luo Binghe stays silent. He has no idea what his shizun is talking about, but he’s not going to tell him that. He doesn’t want to appear stupid in front of Shen Qingqiu.

“Your master is an omega. I am currently feeling the first symptoms of an unprompted heat. I was already here when I first felt it, so I thought it would be rude of me to leave without seeing you, but it’s been more distracting than I would have expected.”

Luo Binghe tries not to white out at this unexpected knowledge. “Shizun doesn’t smell like it.”

Shen Qingqiu waves it away. “I’ve always hidden my natural scent. Easier to live without attracting attention that way.”

“I see.”

Shen Qingqiu rises. “Since Binghe understands, I will take my leave.”

“Where is Shizun going!? He should be careful! His condition makes him vulnerable!” If someone were to cross paths with his shizun so impaired and decided to take advantage… He couldn’t stand it.

“Back to my peak. As I said, this is unexpected, so I have no other arrangements. It will just pass. I’ll be fine.”

“Qing Jing Peak is much too far! Shizun should remain here. I can make sure he’ll be comfortable and undisturbed, if that’s what he prefers.” It will be a trial like no other, having Shen Qingqiu so close, knowing his body is begging for an alpha’s touch, but it will be better than having him on the road, pretending to be unaffected and failing miserably.

Shen Qingqiu shakes his head. “I couldn’t inconvenience Binghe so.”

“It would be no bother! The palace has personnel used to providing adequate care for omega guests.”

“Binghe, it’s not a good idea.”

“Why not? Shizun would be safe and taken care of.” Luo Binghe isn’t letting him go, and that’s final.

He can’t make himself do so.

“Binghe, are you really going to make me say this?”

Now, Luo Binghe is confused. His master had just admitted he was going into heat? What could he find more embarrassing than this? “Shizun can tell me anything. I wouldn’t tell a soul.” He would also make sure anyone witness to his shizun’s secrets wouldn’t be able to betray them.

Shen Qingqiu rubs his temples. “You’re not the child I raised anymore. You must have more self-awareness than this.”

Self-awareness? “I don’t know what Shizun is talking about.”

Luo Binghe recognises that the gruffness in Shen Qingqiu’s voice is a mask to hide deep embarrassment. “I can’t be around an alpha of Binghe’s calibre when I’m like this. I’ll shame myself.”

It takes all of his energy to keep himself in control. Too much enthusiasm and he’ll scare Shizun away. “Is Shizun implying he thinks he would proposition me?”

Shen Qingqiu’s lack of composure gives him away. “Binghe!”

Keep yourself in check. Don’t scare him. Don’t act like this is a favorite fantasy of yours you’ve been entertaining since you were thirteen and found out you were an alpha. “If Shizun prefers not to be alone, I would be honored to be his companion.”

Luo Binghe knows that Shen Qingqiu isn’t quite in his right mind. That the way he’s responding to his overture doesn’t mean anything in the long term.

But here, in this moment, Shen Qingqiu cannot deny he wants Luo Binghe. It’s written all over him, from the heat on his face to the tightening of his fingers on his robes.

Luo Binghe charges on. “If Shizun would allow me to, I would love nothing more than making sure that everything goes perfectly for him, in all aspects.” Luo Binghe reaches for his shizun, holding his delicate, warm, trembling hand in his. “I will take him to his room, where he can safely wait for the right time to come. Meanwhile, I will discreetly arrange for all he might need, and only when this is done will I join him.” His fingers tighten their hold on him. “As an alpha, I promise I will fulfill all his needs and desires.”

Luo Binghe cannot tell if his teacher’s scent is fluctuating under the influence of his words, but he’s almost certain Shen Qingqiu can smell his own attraction. He will know Luo Binghe is honest.

“Binghe… I cannot compare to the ladies you usually spend time with.”

Luo Binghe has no idea what ladies he’s referring to. “Shizun has nothing to be ashamed of.” Luo Binghe could easily sing Shen Qingqiu’s praises for hours, but he knows he would scare him away.

“Are you certain? Binghe shouldn’t feel obligated. I can wait it out.”

Shizun, in what world would bedding you be an obligation? No one on this earth would think so. “I’m certain.”

“Then, I will be in your care.” There is a hint of hesitation still in his voice.

Luo Binghe will make sure none remains by the end. “I won’t disappoint.”

____________

Luo Binghe visits Lin Lian himself.

She isn’t startled by his sudden, unannounced appearance. She is known for taking everything in stride, which is one of the reasons why she is so good at her job. “Junshang.”

“Shizun is going into heat. Everything needs to be perfect.”

She doesn’t even flinch, never mind asking why beta Shen Qingqiu was going into heat.

Then again, Luo Binghe now suspects he probably employs a few hidden omegas himself.

“Alone?”

“No. I’ll mind him.” Luo Binghe might have banned any mention of Resentment of Chunshan from his palace, but he doesn’t expect his servants not to be aware of it. She won’t need more than this.

While Lin Lian is officially just another senior servant, she is the one in charge of omega affairs. Be it making sure schedules allow for planned heats, providing supplies for inconvenienced guests, or keeping alphas at bay where they’re unwanted, Lin Lian was the one handling it all. She, more than anyone in the palace, would know what to do.

She nods. “A sudden heat?”

Luo Binghe acquiesces.

“It won’t last long then. They show up fast and pass just as quickly. When did he start feeling it?”

“A few hours ago.”

“He’s almost there, then. No time for ample preparation. I suppose you won’t let my people in the room?”

Luo Binghe answers that question with a growl that menaces to turn into a roar at any second. No one will be allowed near Shizun in this state. Not even another omega.

“If it lasts only a few hours, you won’t have to do much. If it’s longer, please make sure he eats and drinks a bit. His heat will be hard on him. Even a cultivator should feed to replenish themselves. We keep food that is both easily eaten and kept for this kind of occasion.”

Luo Binghe hates that he won’t be able to cook for Shizun himself. The feast he’d planned isn’t appropriate for the current situation.

Later, then.

“You might also wish to bathe him, and change the sheets as he soaks. Omegas expect alphas to tend to their physical needs. Anything more can come at a pleasant surprise.”

Luo Binghe bets Shen Qingqiu won’t be surprised. He had taken care of such tasks for his shizun for years, when they were still sharing a roof.

Unless his “other arrangements” weren’t as attentive. Luo Binghe hadn’t missed that sentence. Who did Shen Qingqiu turn to in his time of need, if not Luo Binghe himself? Liu Qingge? Yue Qingyuan? Someone else, unknown to Luo Binghe?

Whoever they were, they won’t have him now.

If he treats Shen Qingqiu as lovingly as he should be treated, maybe he’ll never turn to them again. While it isn’t what he wanted, calling Shen Qingqiu his omega every time his nature overwhelms him is much better than what he has now.

He gathers everything Lin Lian prepares for him, carrying food and sheets carefully via hidden passageways. The less people knew of the situation, the better. If Shen Qingqiu’s long-kept secret was exposed because of Luo Binghe’s carelessness, Shizun might not forgive him.

As soon as he opens the door to his shizun’s room, he is hit by what he assumes must be his teacher’s natural scent, so strong Luo Binghe finds himself following its call mindlessly until he reaches Shen Qingqiu, lying on his bed only in thin white inner robes glued to his skin.

Luo Binghe unceremoniously dumps everything on a nearby table, too distracted by the spectacle of his shizun flushed and panting to care about anything else. “Shizun?”

Shen Qingqiu lifts foggy eyes toward him. “Binghe…”

Shizun is calling for him. What could he do but answer? Luo Binghe climbs on the bed, throwing off jewelry and pieces of clothing as he approaches.

He freezes just as he’s about to touch. Will he really do this? Can he really, finally press his lips to Shen Qingqiu, discover the taste of his skin and the sound of his moans? Worse, will he become intimately familiar with his scent as it crescendos? Shen Qingqiu said the heat was unplanned; is there a chance their union will bear fruits?

He has to ask. “Shizun, is this really all right? Will you permit your Binghe to cherish you as you should always be cherished?”

Even through the fog of heat, Luo Binghe can tell the blush is born out of embarrassment, not desire. “Binghe! Don’t talk! Just… do what you have to do.”

It’s as much permission as his beloved will ever give. “As Shizun wishes, then.”

At least Shen Qingqiu is too out of it to notice Luo Binghe’s own nerves as he finally kisses him for the first time.

But not the last.

____________

Luo Binghe wants this to never end.

Shen Qingqiu is nestled on his chest, still exhausted from their activities. He smells different now that the heavy pull of his heat has lifted. Bamboo and orchids on a rainy day, perhaps.

Luo Binghe had been a bit reluctant to bathe him, once the heat had broken and Shen Qingqiu was close to sleep, but he was familiar enough with his shizun’s temperament to know that he would much prefer to wake up clean than still covered in sweat and semen. And what Shen Qingqiu wanted, Shen Qingqiu got.

He doesn’t quite regret it. Fresh sheets and clean skin meant that Shen Qingqiu had no incentive to wake up, instead curling up against Luo Binghe to keep awareness at bay.

It is paradise on earth, holding Shen Qingqiu such. Petting his soft hair as he wishes. Feeling his slow, steady breath on his chest. Hearing the contented beat of his heart.

Of course, all good things must come to an end. Shen Qingqiu starts to move, obviously fighting off sleep.

Finally, he blinks cloudy eyes at Luo Binghe. “Binghe…?”

Luo Binghe refuses to flinch. Instead, he tightens the arm thrown oh so carelessly across his shizun’s side. “Shizun. Did you sleep well?” Because if he didn’t, Luo Binghe will happily hold him to sleep again.

Instead of flustering, as Luo Binghe expected, Shen Qingqiu snuggles a bit closer. “Yes, but I’m not ready to rise yet.”

Ah. As far as Luo Binghe knows, it is not unheard of for omegas just over their heat to still feel bonded to their alpha, demanding closeness and comfort when they would usually demure. “We can remain here as long as Shizun wants.” His heat was too short for him to need food right now. He’ll be hungry, but that can wait.

(This has nothing to do with Luo Binghe’s desire to feed Shen Qingqiu proper food instead of aging snacks made without love or care.)

Shen Qingqiu lets out a sigh that is almost a giggle. “Binghe doesn’t have better things to do?”

Nothing could be more important than this. “They can wait.”

Shen Qingqiu… tuts? “Aren’t you the ruler of this realm? Do you push your responsibilities aside anytime you help an omega in need?”

“Why does Shizun think I do this regularly? I would only favor someone worthy so.”

At this, Shen Qingqiu does fluster. “Surely I am not ‘someone worthy’?”

Luo Binghe scuffs. “Who could be worthier than my shizun?”

Shen Qingqiu does laugh then, a light, airy thing that rings into Luo Binghe’s ears. “What a diligent disciple Binghe is, willing to take care of his shizun even in this.”

There are no circumstances where Luo Binghe wouldn’t be willing to take care of Shen Qingqiu.

But if he tells him this, he will run. Luo Binghe knows. He remembers too many of his attempts failing as Shen Qingqiu remembered something urgent he had to do, or a person he had to meet, whenever his disciple tried to express his less-than-platonic interest.

It has finally been long enough that Shen Qingqiu has managed to make himself forget. Luo Binghe cannot risk his teacher avoiding him again by being too forward.

He can, however, offer exactly this. “This disciple is indeed diligent enough that he would gladly care for his shizun again, when his proper heat arrives.”

Shen Qingqiu looks up at him from where he’s still resting against his heart. “Really? This master is grateful for his disciple’s help, but he doesn’t have to force himself by sleeping with an old man.”

This is painful. “Shizun can believe me when I say nothing about last night was me forcing himself. Or are his memories so hazy that he does not remember my enjoyment?” Because Luo Binghe would certainly not mind reminding him of it with actions instead of words.

He gets a light slap on his side. “An alpha enjoys any omega in heat. I know it’s not personal.”

Luo Binghe has to bite his lips not to cry in dismay. If anything, any alpha would enjoy Shizun no matter what the circumstance were. “It was personal for me.”

He sees it instantly. A tightening of Shen Qingqiu’s expression; his body sliding off Luo Binghe’s as Shen Qingqiu apparently decides he has had enough of lazing around. “Binghe is being ridiculous. This master is nothing special.”

He can’t let this stand. “I apologise if I offended Shizun, but he has to know I care for him deeply. He cannot consider himself as just another stranger I take to bed. His well-being is important to me.”

As he expected, his emphasis on Shen Qingqiu’s well-being, an expression of platonic concern instead of romantic interest, soothes some of Shen Qingqiu’s nerves. “Binghe is really too good a pupil. I don’t deserve him.”

Luo Binghe suddenly wonders if those words might be more than a rote phrase. “Shizun deserves the world. I’m nothing compared to it.”

Another light slap. “Really, ridiculous.” He finally lifts off the bed, looking for his robes, almost unmindful of his easy, effortlessly seductive nudity. “I’m hungry. Does Binghe know if it’s time for dinner?” He finds the abandoned snacks. “He brought food! Binghe really did a good job.”

“Shizun, no! I will go make Shizun a proper dinner. He shouldn’t spoil his appetite with these. Who knows who made them. They might be bad for him!”

Shen Qingqiu puts the bun down. “Binghe didn’t make these? I’ll wait then.”

Luo Binghe trained his teacher so well. “Does Shizun have preferences? I’ll cook whatever he wishes.”

Shen Qingqiu shakes his head. “Anything Binghe makes is delicious.”

If Shen Qingqiu decided to stay, Luo Binghe would prepare his every meal and relish doing so, as he used to do so long ago.  

Alas, Shen Qingqiu won’t. Instead, he will return to Qing Jing Peak and teach Luo Binghe’s shidi.

Luo Binghe can’t even blame him. Others deserve to have the same chance he got.

In the meantime, Luo Binghe will make his stay as sweet as possible.

Maybe if he does well, Shen Qingqiu will tell him when his regular heat is expected.

If he does really well, he will return here for it.

It’s a start.

[ibijau]

Xue Yang’s Master pt 2 / On AO3

Xue Yang and the wounded boy he rescued make a deal

By the time morning came, Xue Yang was exhausted, but he was alive.

So was the rich kid, sadly.

Not just alive, but his fever had fallen a little. He was also less pale, and seemed to be breathing a little less slowly. When Xue Yang knelt next to the bed and took his wrist to check his pulse, the rich kid opened his eyes and stared at him again.

“Thank you,” he said weakly, which made things rather awkward for Xue Yang who had just figured that he would really have to kill the older boy himself after all. “Thank you, I’ll… I’ll repay you.”

He certainly was going to repay Xue Yang. That sword and the gold guan were going to change his life for good. At the same time, Xue Yang was a little curious what the older boy thought he could offer, in these circumstances.

“Repay me how?” he asked. “Do you have money?”

The rich kid frowned. Through a great effort, he managed to check inside his sleeves, producing only a very small pouch and an elegant fan that would probably be enough for Xue Yang to buy another servant, when he had his farm, or at the very least a strong pair of oxen.

“Money,” the rich kid rasped. “I think… no, I think it’s empty. I spent it all… unreasonable again. But I can… Are you interested in cultivation? I can teach you.”

In spite of himself, Xue Yang perked up at the suggestion. He wasn’t stupid, he knew only very few people had the right disposition to really learn cultivation, and most of those were already born in sects that practiced it. It wasn’t for poor people, cultivation, unless those rich folks took pity of you… or unless they needed new servants for cheap. Everyone knew that Chang Ci’an treated the disciples that didn’t share his blood as little better than slaves, and he wasn’t the only one like that.

Still, Xue Yang had always dreamed that someday, he might make Chang Ci’an pay for his lost finger, and he knew that the only way something like that could happen was if he were to become a cultivator as well… or to have enough money and power to hire one to do the job for him. Sects might be righteous, but rogue cultivators were more bribable, everyone knew that. But if he could save himself the expense by eliminating the middleman…

“You don’t really look like a cultivator,” Xue Yang pointed out, mostly to tease. “And if you’re one, you’re a bad one, getting almost killed and all. Doesn’t sound like you’d make a very good teacher.”

Again, the rich kid frowned. This time, he put a hand on his stomach, a little under where his navel would be.

“Ah… I’m good enough for a golden core, at least,” he sighed. “I… I can’t make you an immortal, that’s certain. But… but if you have the basics down, then a real sect could take you on. They… most of them, they like when part of the job has been done for them.”

“Are you part of a sect?”

The rich kid pinched his lips, staring at Xue Yang for a moment before slowly nodding.

“Can you get me into your sect?” Xue Yang asked. “Then I’d get a proper shizun right away, it’d be better.”

“Not… Not an option. It’s… they’re gone. Everyone's gone, I think.”

“Killed by the Wen?” Xue Yang guessed. He didn’t know a lot about the details of that Sunshot Campaign, nor did anyone who wasn’t a cultivator, but he’d heard rumours that the Wen had slaughtered some of the other sects and that had started it all. But to his surprise, the rich kid shook his head, wincing at his own movement.

“I am a Wen,” he confessed in a low voice. “I… I’m Wen Chao. I have to be.”

Xue Yang looked at the rich kid with wide shocked eyes. Even he knew the name Wen Chao, the second son of Wen Ruohan. Some people said Wen Chao was the one who’d caused the war to start by attacking another sect that had had more allies than he’d realised. More importantly, some people, a lot of people, said that Wen Chao had died about halfway through the war, or even earlier than that.

“You don’t seem too sure of yourself,” Xue Yang remarked with what he thought was great tact.

The alleged Wen Chao blinked a few times, looking worried.

“I’m… I have to be… it makes sense, it’s the only thing that… Everything is so… I can’t make sense of things, but this, it makes sense, it’s the only thing… I have to be, I have to… my head hurts. Can, Can I have something to drink?”

There was a well behind the little house, from which Xue Yang was able to draw water. It didn't smell of anything, and he couldn't see any bugs in it, so it had to be clean enough. The rich kid eagerly drank some, and then passed out again, his fever having returned somewhat. 

Xue Yang hesitated. He looked at that sword he'd taken from the older boy, already stained with blood, then at the other boy's face, and sighed. It was a risk, trusting that rich kid, and one he probably shouldn't have taken, not when murder was such a clean and easy option, but… 

But even Xue Yang had dreams, and he just couldn’t pass this slim chance of becoming a cultivator. 

Although he had little experience taking care of others, Xue Yang did his best in the days that followed. He made sure the rich kid drank plenty, to compensate for what his fever made him sweat, and made him eat a little whenever he woke up, so he'd have strength to heal. For an ordinary person it probably wouldn't have been enough, but cultivators were different. After four days, the rich kid no longer had a fever and although he remained weak, he started being able to sit up and talk. 

"Thank you for taking care of me," he told Xue Yang when he was well enough to chat.

Xue Yang, sitting cross-legged next to the bed, shrugged. 

"I just did it because you said you'd teach me cultivation. You better not back down on that." 

The rich kid pinched his lips, his eyes glancing to the sword that never left Xue Yang now. He then smiled quite peacefully. 

"I'll teach you everything I know," the rich kid promised. "But if you're not made for it, it won't do you any good. Give me your hand a moment, so I can check." 

Without hesitation, Xue Yang gave his left hand, the right one firmly on the sword's hilt. The rich kid glanced over his missing finger without comment, and inspected his wrist a moment before gently sending some energy through Xue Yang's body. He then gasped in surprise. 

"Oh, you'll be good at this if you put in the effort! With a student like you, even I should manage to be a teacher."

He sounded relieved, sincerely so, as if he'd been worried about his capacity to keep his promise. Of course, it was probably just because he realised that Xue Yang, while younger and not a cultivator, wasn't above trying to kill him if he weren't useful enough. 

"What's your name?" the rich kid asked. 

"I'm Xue Yang. What's yours?" 

"I'm Wen Chao. But a disciple should call his master shizun, right? Not that I'm asking you to!" Wen Chao quickly added, glancing at the sword again. "Call me whatever you like, I guess." 

“Are you really Wen Chao?” Xue Yang asked. “I’d heard both of Wen Ruohan’s sons had died.”

Wen Chao frowned, his face darkening as he gave that question more consideration than anyone should have done upon being asked to confirm their identity. If he was merely lying, then he wasn’t very good at it.

“Everything is a little confused right now,” Wen Chao admitted, closing his eyes with a pained grimace. “I can’t… I can’t be sure. But I remember… it makes sense. I am from an affluent cultivation family, I know that, know it for sure. I’m a second son, and not… not very favoured by my family. They think… no, they know that my older brother is miles above me in terms of skills. He’s the one everyone likes, with good reasons. And there’s that sword… it’s a Wen sword, I know it is and I had it in hand after… after…”

He paused and licked his lips, closing his eyes tighter while hunching his shoulders.

“It’s the only weapon I had on me, after he attacked me,” he whispered. “That man… I don’t know who, but he hated me, wanted me dead. I know that. Almost did. Almost killed me. It was… I don’t know how I escaped. And I… I think it was about the war.”

Wen Chao reopened his eyes, gazing into the distance.

“Yes, it was about the war,” he said, shivering. “I just know that. I had to die, so the victory could be complete. He needed me gone. So I’m a rich second son of the Wen sect, whose survival could compromise the success of the Sunshot Campaign… who else could I be but Wen Chao?”

Feeling a reaction might be expected of him, Xue Yang shrugged. He didn’t know a lot about the sons of Wen Ruohan, aside from the sort of things that everyone knew. They were spoiled, and they were cruel, one had died at the hands of the terrifying Nie Mingjue who’d put his head on display, the other had… disappeared. Just vanished. There hadn’t even been a body to show off, apparently, because it had been too badly damaged.

All things considered, that was a very odd thing, wasn’t it?

Xue Yang looked carefully at his new teacher. He could well have been a Wen. He did have a northern look to him, so it wasn’t so far-fetched for him to be from that sect. And with all that gold on him… it made some amount of sense. Enough to give him the benefit of the doubt, at least until his memory returned.

“Fine then, shizun,” Xue Yang said. “I guess you’ve got to know better than me. Now, give me a lesson in cultivation. Or are you too tired?”

Wen Chao, who had opened his mouth to protest, quickly closed it again and shook his head with a thin smile.

“No, I’m sure I can handle at least a little.”

Xue Yang grinned, and prepared to listen attentively.

His teacher had better be good and his own progress had better be fast, because between the two of them, Xue Yang was the one with a sword now.

[clonemando]

Had a bad day and am stressed out so I wrote some Father/Son Jaster and Jango hurt comfort to make me feel a little better. Please enjoy!

Jango hasn't been eating like he should after hearing rations are low and Jaster isn't pleased to find out.

Jango smiled as he sat next to one of the foundlings being looked after by the Ha'at after the last campaign and offered them a second bowl of tiingilar. "Shh, just a secret between us." He said with a wink at them when their expression lit up amd he took the empty bowl in exchange. Jaster couldn't know he had been giving his portions away or he'd be furious but Jango knew what it was like to be new and hungry and too scared to ask for food. Especially when their rations were as low as they were at current. Death Watch was targeting any settlement that traded with Haat they could find and it was leading more and more to turn them away and refuse to trade with them. That with all the crop burning and more foundlings being left behind with no where else to go meant slim pickings for food. Jango was older than most of the others. He was used to missing meals while out on the field with Jaster. Plus the less he ate the easier it got to ignore the slight pains of hunger that would occasionally pop up. It was fine. He wasn't starving himself. He still ate midmeal. He just only at midmeal and whatever snacks Jaster occasionally would share with him.

He got up and walked around to another new kid and snuck them a ration bar that was supposed to he for his breakfast. They smiled at him in thanks and he nodded back before heading to turn in the empty dish.

"You finished that off fast Alor'ika! We should enter you in a competition." Bari said with a bright grin that showed off some fangs she had inherited through mixed genetics. She looked mostly human but so did most Mandalorians, years of adopting any species or race into their own had played with all of their DNA in weird ways. Jango himself was certainly some sort of mash of things as well but it's never really mattered since he was human enough.

"I guess the mission earlier just really had me hungry. I'm all filled up now though. Delicious as I expect from the best cook in the camp." he said kindly but she just raised a brow.

"You really are Jaster's ad with a tongue that smooth Alor'ika. Speaking of which, I haven't seen your buir yet. Take him his portion for me? He's probably still going over those maps." She asked handing him another full bowl and Jango nodded.

"Of course. Honestly how he got anything done before I was here to remind him life exists is a mystery." He chuckled and headed back towards his father's room getting nods from a few verd as he passed them. He felt good about his position. He wasn't cocky enough to think he was special or anything like that but he hot along easily with the other Haat'ade and most seemed to think he belonged with Jaster. It felt nice to be wanted and to have other people confirm his place with them. Even if he didn't become Mand'alor after Jaster, he'd always belong there.

"Buir! Bari sent me with your food. You get lost in that romance novel again?" He asked teasingly as he set the bowl down on Jaster's desk after clearing some space.

Jaster jumped a little in his chair glasses askew on his face before he relaxed at the sight of his son. "I actually think I fell asleep after calling a few more friends to make sure Tor hasn't bothered them." He admitted ruffling Jango's hair fondly and picking up the bowl and sniffling the stew inside.

"Mmm. This smells great. Bari really is a miracle on this whole operation. Only she could manage Tiingilar on such a meager budget." He chuckled and Jango nodded.

"Yeah. It's great! She's an amazing cook." He said clearing his throat when his stomach growled at him to cover the sound.

Jaster took a few bites while Jango looked over the list of numbers Jaster had been going through.

"Hmmm, something about this tastes different." He said after a while and Jango hummed absently.

"She said earlier that she ran out of the normal spice paste she used and started using Clan Rook's stuff instead." Jango said surprised when Jaster choked on his bite causing him to pat Jaster's back.

"Clan Rook's? Are you sure? And you ate it?" Jaster asked eyes fluttering over Jango with concern.

"Of course! It's not like I'm going to turn down Tiingilar! What are you scared Clan Rook is out to poison me or something?" Jango asked playfully though he was trying to understand what had Jaster so upset.

"Jango... Clan Rook uses vash nut powder in their spice mix." He pointed out and Jango winced. Right. Of course they did. And he just happened to be extremely allergic to that particular nut.

"Well... I... Actually wasn't that hungry tonight and didn't want to worry you. I'm sorry Buir. I shouldn't have lied about it. I'm fine though. It's a good thing too it seems since it saved us me swelling up and needing to go to medical." He tried to joke but Jaster was staring at him with a considering gaze now that made him uncomfortable.

"Well you still have your breakfast rations right? You can have that tonight and I'll talk to Bari and make sure there's no more surprises like that again." He offered and Jango reached into the empty pocket head ducking.

"I... uh... I don't have my breakfast ration anymore buir." He said letting his hair fall forward to hide his eyes feeling heat burning his face in shame.

"What happened to it? Did you drop it?" Jaster asked and Jango cleared his throat as his stomach growled again but this time there was no hiding it.

"I'm really not hungry Buir! Really. I'm fine." Jango said knowing he couldn't lie and especially not to Jaster.

"Jango, what's going on? Why aren't you eating? Are you feeling sick?" Jaster asked setting his bowl aside to feel Jango's forehead but Jango pushed his hand aside.

"No... I just... gave it to the foundlings. They need it more. Many are too nervous to speak up and rations are low right now. I don't mind. When things pick up again I'll eat more. I promise." he admitted quietly.

"Jango... why didn't you say anything? You... How many meals have you been skipping? How long?" Jaster asked looking concerned.

"I've been giving away my breakfast rations and late meal. I still eat with you obviously. It's enough. I'm used to it. It doesn't even hurt anymore." He said quickly then regretted it.

"Anymore?! It doesn't hurt anymore? Oh no. No no no. Come on." Jaster stood and grabbed his arm gently but firm enough he couldn't jerk it away easily and started dragging him out of the room.

"Buir! Buir wait! You're overreacting! It's really fine! Some of the verd were even impressed by how good I'm looking!" He said and Jaster almost growled.

"Looks don't matter! None of that matters! You haven't been eating Jango! You're a child! If anyone should he cutting portions it would be the adults and even that there are ways to manage it so we all take turns so no one misses meals the way you have. If you had just said something I could have been giving you extra breakfast rations to give to the others if they're too nervous to ask. You shouldn't have been starving yourself! Do you have any idea how it feels to hear you talking like this? Like you deserve to eat less for some reason? You're my son and I've failed you by not even noticing you were doing this to yourself. I thought maybe the weight loss was because of a growth spurt coming on. I never had an ad before but you... You've been hurting yourself. We're going to medical. They're going to run tests and we're going to figure out how badly you've thrown your diet out of whack. Hopefully not too badly. Then we're eating every meal together until I'm certain I can trust you again." Jaster ranted and Jango just stared at the floor fighting tears. He had just wanted to help.

Jaster took a deep breath and let it out. "Jango, ner ad, you are a good boy with a good heart. But you matter just as much as the new foundlings, you know that right?" he asked more gently as he knelt and tipped Jango's face back up.

"Of course I do. But I'm going to be a leader one day and I have to make sure that our people are all taken care of first. You would have done the same thing!" He argued feeling the tears start to spill down his cheeks and hating it. Being eleven sucked.

Jaster wiped the tears away with his thumb. "Jango, if that was true why am I still eating normally? We have plenty of food Jango. Yes it's a little tight, but nothing to where you need to skip out on everything besides midmeal. And I'm your leader. So, again, it would be me or the other adults, who would be responsible for figuring out how to ration. Which we would need you to be honest about how much you need to eat to be able to do. You're my son. I love you and want you to be living a happy healthy life. Something not hurting anymore, is not a sign of you being happy and healthy. It should never hurt to begin with. You're not in trouble. I'm not mad. I'm scared and upset with myself for not noticing and fixing this sooner." He murmured more calmly and Jango wrapped him in an embrace he eagerly returned.

"Do you promise to actually eat all the meals I give you and tell me if you or anyone else needs extra from now on?" Jaster asked and Jango nodded from where his face was tucked into Jaster's shoulder.

"Good. Then let's get you examined and then I think we both deserve a treat tonight. After you eat a proper latemeal." He said firmly but lifted Jango up and carried him to medical.

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Guardian Angel - Part 10

Daryl Dixon x Reader

(Warnings: There’s gonna be some time skips here, sorry ya’ll, also some hints at a few character later on!)

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You were grinning widely when you saw the group approach you, you wanted to talk with Daryl about the other day, and you had made something for him too, to sort of apologize for forcing the topic on him, you knew he wasn’t comfortable with it, but when you saw the state Maggie and Glenn was in, tears filled your eyes as you watched them with horror in your eyes, your feet carrying you to them as fast as you could, and without thinking you threw yourself at them, being careful but still embracing Maggie tightly, Glenn was next, and then Daryl. You felt Maggie freeze as you locked your arms around her, but eventually you felt her arms slowly wrap around you, holding you tightly as you sighed “I was so scared… I was so fucking scared…” you admitted, your eyes closed for a few seconds until you opened them, releasing Maggie to hug Glenn, feeling hesitate before hugging you back. You released Glenn and turned to Rick, a smile on your lips, but it faded, seeing the grim look on Rick’s face, nowadays, it seemed like that’s just how he looked, but this, this felt different, your eyes scanning the group before turning back to Rick, you didn’t need to ask, it was a given what you were going to ask anyway, so Rick decided to say it before you had to force the question out, “Daryl he-... Merle… he and Daryl-”

“Daryl left with Merle, he choose him instead of us, instead of you, he left us” Glenn spat out, your head turning around to look at him in disbelief, tears clouding your vision as you dropped the little box you had in your hard, slowly starting to shake your head, not believing him “no, no, no he-... he wouldn’t do that, he wouldn’t do that, we’re his family, I’m-” you cut yourself off. Maggie was about to approach you when you pushed past them. Maggie picked up the small box, opening and finding a bracelet inside with your initials on it, it wasn’t a feminie bracelet, it was something he could wear, and it was handmade. Running to your cell you rushed inside of it, standing there for a moment before kicking the metal bed, it hurt but you barely felt it, tears streaming down your face at the thought of Daryl gone, the cement walls tormenting you as you couldn’t escape the thought of him, like he was still there, and you hated Merle, you hated Merle more than anything, but a part of you hated yourself more, maybe you simply wasn’t enough for him, or you weren’t important enough, or you had scared him away.

Without thinking you threw anything necessary into your backpack, tears falling to the floor from your eyes as you strapped on your weapons, slinging the backpack over your shoulder and storming out of the cell. You rushed towards the exit, ignoring calls of your name as you went for the gate leading out of the prison, only stopping when someone grabbed your elbow forcefully, though it was due to how fast you were going, forcing you to turn and face them, seeing Rick with a desperate look in his eyes, your tears still streamed down your face, gently shaking your head “I’m going to find him, and I’m going to bring him back” was all you said as you ripped your elbow free, ignoring Rick’s calls as you stepped foot outside the prison grounds, taking a deep breath before walking down the road, the tears had stopped, but you still felt their wet trace on your cheeks as you continued walking, ignoring the way you heard Carl and Carol call for you, hearing Beth call your name. You were going to find him and bring him back, bring him back to his family, the ones who loved him more than anything, more than Merle ever did, with how badly he treated him. You were going to bring him home.

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You sighed in exhaustion, wiping your forehead as sweat were dripping down your face, looking around the area, still seeing no sign of him, or that he had ever been there besides the recent tire tracks in the dirt, where Daryl had taken off with Merle. You sat down on a rock and sighed again, leaning forward and resting your elbows on your knees, your head resting against your hands as you thought over every route you had taken. You got up and got a map out of your backpack, splaying it out on the ground, placing four stones you found in each corner as you got out a pen, taking the cap off as you drew another line, another area you had searched, the only options you had now was a bridge or going further from the prison. After thinking you drew a circle where the bridge was on the map, drawing a question mark before packing it up and getting up, walking towards the bridge, your dagger out as you continued looking for any sign that someone had been through here.

Maybe he had camped at the bridge, by the river, it would be a good water source, defensible, something he would do, he could catch some fish, so it was a good spot, right? You somehow managed a smile at the thought, the thought of Daryl running around in the water, splashing about as he tried to catch a single fish, you knew he wasn’t incompitend, quite the opposite, but the thought made you chuckle.

You continued on your way to the stream, the sound of water running in the distance made your feet move quicker towards it, and finally, pushing past branches and trees you ended up at a riverbank, a bridge close by, a smile on your lips as you sighed heavily, though it was cut short as you saw a half rotten walker, cut in half and partly submerged in the water, growling and reaching for you, and before you knew it you felt something stirr in your throat, you leaned against a tree, hand digging into the bark as you quickly held your hair back, feeling your stomach empty itself out of nowhere, a frown on your face as you coughed and spat the rest out, the taste left in your mouth almost making you throw up again. You cringed and glanced at the walker, spitting to make the taste in your mouth go away, though it didn’t work, but you got out your knife and easily ended the walker, groaning at both the sight and the taste that was still lingering in your mouth.

You got out the water bottle you had, taking a swig, then spitting it out. It helped get the taste away a bit, but you would kill for a toothbrush and some toothpaste right about now. You turned and looked back at the bridge, seeing cars overtuned, walkers roaming here and there and some of the railing on the bridge was cracked, but you still made your way towards it. You finally managed to reach the bridge, feeling exhaustion taking over again, perhaps it was the sun burning down on you, or the stress of finding Daryl, or the fact that your stomach was practically empty, but you still climbed atop one of the cars, surveying the area, and you sighed in relief as you saw dead walkers, that meant people, and relatively fresh tire track.

You grunted as your feet landed on the bridge under you, your knife in hand as you made your way to the nearest dead walker, taking one out on the way, kneeling down in front of the other one. Yup, something went through it’s head, it was too big to be a bullet, and maybe it was out of pure hope, but to you it looked like an arrow. You glanced up as you heard groaning, the few walkers that were left had seen you and were slowly making their way towards you, but you easily took them out, kicking the legs out under one if you had your hands full, and then just finished it off later. Once the area was clear you inspected the fresh tire tracks and the blood surrounding it, you prayed it was walker blood and not from someone alive, but the tracks looked like they sped off in a hurry, and if Daryl and Merle were in a car, that’d make this more difficult. You got out your map and located yourself by finding the bridge, taking out your pen and crossing it off, looking for any gas stations nearby or stores that you hadn’t looted yet. You sighed as you saw that the nearest gas station on the map was not exactly close, but you drew a small arrow towards it, a question mark, and packed up, you weren’t going to drink any of the water from the river under you, not after finding a walker in it, cut in half, so you had to make due with what you had for now.

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You panted heavily out of exhaustion as you arrived at the gas station, looking around, sweat running down your body from the hot sun that basically cooked you alive. You went up to the window of the gas station, knocking on it a few times before stepping back, keeping an eye on the door and around you, when you heard no noise after a while, you carefully went inside, knife in your hand and gun strapped to your hip, clearing every corner of the store, you weren’t about to get jumped by a walker or some stupid opossum just because you were too tired to check everything before relaxing.

As you had cleared every corner of the store, all you needed to clear was the back room, luckily the door had a window so before you entered you peeked through it, knocking on the door in case there was a walker inside and it hadn’t heard you yet, to your luck, nothing, so you practically screamed and jumped a mile into the air when you opened the door and a broom fell to the ground, a hand over your lips with your eyes wide in shock, your heart hammering against your chest until you finally managed to calm down and sigh heavily “broom… it’s just a broom…” you mumbled, glaring at it as if it had insulted your entire being, and then peeked into the back room, looking around the corners in the fairly small room before picking up the broom, throwing it in and closing the door a bit too hard, hearing it slam as you exhaled frustrated. “A fucking broom…” you mumbled as you checked behind the counter, finding a shotgun, much to your surprise, but it must be because it’s near the prison.

You picked up the shotgun carefully, a smirk on your lips as you checked the chambers, it was a side-by-side, rounds in it and safety on, and it even had a shoulder strap, so of course you did what any sane person in the apocalypse would do, you giggled like a little child and threw it over your shoulder as if it was the best gift ever, which it might as well have been. You continued to search the shelves behind the counter, finding some alcohol, cigarettes, but no shotgun ammo, making your lips form in a pout before you turned around and began to search the other shelves.

All in all, by nightfall you had found two bottles of unopened water, three snickers bars and a twister bar. You had also found a first aid kit in the backroom and had managed to set up a quite alright little make-shift room for the night, there was a bed, which you guessed was used for night shifts, a tiny table with a chair in the corner and a shelf with nothing real on it, you guessed the bathroom must be outside since you hadn’t found one in here, but you’d probably need a key, but it would be nice to actually use a real bathroom instead of a bush, if you were real lucky and won the lottery, there wouldn’t be a walker inside AND you might even have toilet paper, a girl could dream.

You sighed and leaned against the wall while sitting on the hard mattress, opening a snickers and beginning to eat it, it wasn’t the most nutritious but you needed something, and you didn’t want to eat the real food you had yet, since you always carried a spare package of crackers in your bag, you never knew when you needed to be on the un anymore, and you didn’t always have time to pack, like at the Greene farm. You leaned your head against the wall behind you as you finished your snickers, throwing the paper somewhere in the room, and your eyes found the door that led to the shop, for some reason you expected Daryl to walk inside, crossbow over his shoulder, dirt covered as always, but that was YOUR Daryl, he didn’t care how he looked, or how you looked, you’re pretty sure you could be covered in walker guts and he’d still make out with you.

You closed your eyes for a moment before getting up and using the chair to block the door, just to make sure, before you went to the bed and laid down, using your arms as a pillow of sorts, slowly closing your eyes in an attempt to get some sleep, you’d need it if you were going to continue the way the tire tracks led.

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You woke up with a gasp as you heard something knock against your door, accompanied by voices, and in a second you were pressing yourself against the wall by it, out of view from the small window in the door, your heart hammering against your chest, the knife that had been strapped to your leg was in your hand. Slowly and quietly you moved the chair out of the way, with your knife in your hand, like Daryl had shown you. You could practically hear your heart beating in your ears as you heard the voices continue talking, and your eyes flickered to your backpack and the shotgun lying near the bed. You glanced at the door, seeing through the window that a back was leaning against the door, that must’ve been the knock you heard, someone leaning against it. You quietly slid down the floor and reached your leg out, the tip of your foot carefully pushing and dragging the shotgun towards you and when you finally had it you quickly got up again, turning the safety off and finger right above the trigger, holding it against your shoulder as you waited with bated breaths, hearing them continue to talk amongst themselves, that was good, they hadn’t noticed you then, and now you were really wishing that the room had another way out, but it didn’t, the window at the top of the room could barely fit the shotgun through, let alone you, the shotgun AND your backpack.

“You sure you saw her tracks lead here?” you heard a muffled voice ask and you closed your eyes in regret, you should have been more aware, should have paid more attention to what Daryl had taught you. “Yeah, saw her yesterday, right before I got back to you guys” another muffled voice said and you mentally cursed them, there were more than two, if you were going by anything they were saying. You heard them shuffle around some more “well what about that room there?” your eyes grew wide as you heard them, and forgetting all about being quiet you quickly turned the safety on the shotgun on, moved to the floor and rolling under the bed, putting your backpack and shotgun behind you as you got out your knife, laying on your back as you watched the door from under the bed, the room was dark and the window was above the bed, so they shouldn’t be able to see you, they shouldn’t. You heard the door open and held your breath, tears forming in your eyes from the sheer panic as you saw their feet enter the room, shuffling around for a bit, you could see one of them had a compound bow, he was holding the top of it carelessly, so you could see the rest of the bow almost touched his feet, and the other had a garbage bag of sorts “nah man, she ain’t here, fuck, wish I could’ve had a slice of that pretty little ass” you heard one of the men say and you almost threw up, but you kept quiet, watching them leave the room again, the door closing behind them and you exhaled heavily in relief, who the hell were those guys?

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Cloudwalker Series Part 20

Okay I managed to unwriters-block myself so we’re back on track. I’m treating you all to some Blue and Dyan whump.

Content Warnings: Contains descriptions of rather gross magical wounds, hiding injuries, magic whump, negative self talk, and passing out from wounds.

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Approx WC: 1900

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Blue woke with a soft groan. He immediately felt awful, sick down to his bones, but it was not like anything he was used to or had felt before. It wasn’t from blood loss, or a bad stomach or aches from fighting. He’d experienced all of those and so much more and it wasn’t that. 

It was magic related, he could feel the draining deep in his chest, but again, it wasn’t like usual, it wasn’t like he’d just ran out and needed Orrien to give him some magic. He just didn’t understand it, but he knew it wasn’t going to be easy to act like nothing was wrong. Orrien was good at noticing when something was wrong.

His eyes fluttered open to reveal a head of brown hair. He smiled weakly, knowing it was Dyan. For a moment, he savoured the comfort, the warmth that Dyan’s wings brought, the kind of warmth that just couldn’t be replicated by a blanket, but he quickly felt too warm. He could only assume he had a fever coming on.

He could hear Dyan’s breathing, the incredibly soft snore. Blue would have stayed there all day if he could, but he had to carry out his chores. He sat up, battling against the wave of dizziness that it brought him. He rubbed his head and looked down at Dyan, seeing him all cuddled up against him, so at peace. It was nice to see him looking more relaxed.

But he had to do his chores, he had to prove his worth and he had to try to work through this sickness to get rid of it. He began to sit up but someone cleared their throat. He jumped and saw Avizon sitting on the floor with Ihuka asleep in his arms. 

"Maybe you should stay in bed," he said quietly, like he was choosing his words carefully. "But my chores…" "You're wounded. You shouldn't do heavy work," Avizon advised.

Blue didn’t like hearing it. He didn’t like hearing that he wasn’t good enough to do a job- no matter what the reason. "But…" "It's alright, Blue, really," Avizon said softly. "They're no doubt already taken care of. Orrien isn't as fragile as you fear. It's alright to rest… in truth, I think you and Dyan both need time to process what happened. I think he needs you- and I'm not just saying such things to keep you in bed."

Blue slowly shuffled back down and asked, "What do you mean?" "I think he was so shocked by what had happened he'd gone numb, hidden away in his own mind. He was in a daze and I couldn’t help him. He looked so lost but the only real thought getting through to him was you…"

Blue frowned but nodded slowly. He felt… special? Important? He wasn’t sure how to explain it. To be the one thing that Dyan was holding onto… well, he was just glad he was able to help. Dyan must have been so worried…  so scared.

Blue whimpered in the back of his throat."I… I think I've run out of magic… I need to tell mas- I mean… tell Orrien." "He was going to come up in a few minutes. Can you hold or is it an emergency?"

"I.it can wait a little longer," Blue answered but he winced in pain at his shoulder. The bite that cloudwalker had left behind still hurt him badly. He didn’t want to look at it. He didn’t want to see the disapproval from his own kind that would scar his skin forever.

Avizon frowned at him and sighed, “It… It’s going to be alright, Blue. I am not always good with my words and I am sorry I cannot say or do more, but things will be alright.”

Blue’s head shot towards the door as quiet footsteps neared and Orrien appeared. “Easy, easy… You look awful…” “He told me he needed magic,” Avizon said. Orrien rolled up his sleeves, “That can be arranged. Hold still, my lad.”

Blue offered him his neck with a whimper, letting his weather-worn fingertips gently press against the tattooed skin, for him to begin to mutter the spell that would give him some magic to keep him alive. Blue battled against tears, but it wasn’t because of pain. Orrien was always so gentle when he gave him magic, but he hated this, he hated having to be dependent on another. He wanted his wings back, he wanted to fly, to fish- to be accepted!

He wanted to be a cloudwalker again.

When Orrien was finished, Blue was surprised to find he didn’t feel that much better. He reluctantly admitted it to Orrien. “I… I don’t know if it worked? I still feel bad, but usually...”

“There are a lot of people with powers in this room, it could be that your body is picking up on that. But you’ve also lost blood and been healed a lot. Perhaps you should sleep, and if that hasn’t helped, I’ll see what I can do,” Orrien suggested.

Blue looked down at Dyan and then to the window. He liked being near him, but at the same time, he needed air, he needed to be alone for a little while. The barn was his favourite place to go. That was where he could think and doze off in the hay and be at peace. The more he thought about it, the more he needed to get out of this bed and go there. He didn’t like seeing all their pitiful expressions.

“I… can I go in the barn?” Orrien sighed softly. “Alright, but please don’t be doing any work.” Blue nodded. He eased his way out of bed, biting back whimpers, but Orrien could see his pain. He helped him up and out of bed.

Dyan let out a soft whine in his sleep, so Orrien lifted Ihuka onto the bed, putting him in his place. So Avizon could actually stand up. Blue felt bad. He wanted to stay, but right now, he just didn’t feel like he belonged beside a cloudwalker, and Dyan’s warm wings were just too much for him right now. Orrien watched him hobble down the stairs with great concern. Blue could feel his gaze on his back. He couldn't blame him. Moving had not made him feel any better.

Blue kept walking, even as dizziness plagued his vision. He kept going, and he was exhausted before he got to the barn, but his legs kept going. He winced and dropped down in his little corner, resting his head against a small square bale of hay. Quiet, comfortable… alone. He didn’t know why he suddenly felt a little better, like the source of the discomfort was gone. Maybe Orrien was right, it was because he was next to so many with powers, but then… he’d never felt like that before around them. 

He didn’t have the time to dwell on it. As his spirit settled back down, the pain in his shoulder increased. He whimpered and tugged off his bandages with difficulty as his arms grew heavy. What was wrong with it?!

He froze when he saw it. The bite mark had turned coal black, was crumbling and oozing like charred wood. He gulped. This was not natural. This was magic and this was bad. He thought Orrien had cleaned this up last night, it shouldn’t have been like this- but then again, despite all the wounds he’d ever gotten, he’d never seen anything like this before. He needed to get to Orrien. Orrien was his best chance. He’d know what to do.

But as soon as he stood up, he swayed badly. He tried to call for help, but it was getting hard to breathe. Every attempt came out as a wheeze. He had to make it to the door, he just had to…

He collapsed with a whimper, and then everything went dark.

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Dyan woke with a whimper as he narrowly escaped a nightmare before it got too bad. He shuddered and was surprised by the feeling of warmth, of wings other than his own wrapped around him. Ihuka. He was used to that now, but he could have sworn he’d fallen asleep with Blue next to him. He wasn’t sure. That afternoon was so hazy to him now…

He dragged himself up and out of the bed, cradling his worst-felt injuries, the deep scratches on his side, that twinged with pain with every breath. Where was Blue? He was worried about him. Why hadn’t he been in bed? Had he gone to do his chores after that horrible attack yesterday? Dyan wasn’t sure, he just really needed to see him, to hold him and know for sure that he was alright.

Tiptoeing downstairs, he was met by Avizon and Orrien in the kitchen. Orrien was washing dishes while staring out of the window, in the direction of the barn. Avizon was sitting at the table, nursing a mug.

“Dyan?” Avizon said with concern. “Are you sure you should be up so soon? You were feverish the last I checked on you.” “I was worried about Blue...” Dyan admitted. “He wasn’t in bed, so. I.I thought it would be alright to look for him.”

Avizon sighed and beckoned him closer, putting a hand against his forehead once Dyan was close enough. Dyan couldn’t help but lean into the coolness. He sighed softly.

“He’s in the barn, I’ll take you over so you can see him and know he’s alright, but then I really think you should get some rest. You’ve a lot of wounds, little bird. That fever isn’t one to ignore...”

Dyan sighed and nodded, hugging his side a little closer. “I think… maybe I have an infection, master, some of my wounds are stinging a lot.” Avizon gently swept the hair out of his face. “Then we’ll change your bandages and have a look. Let’s go and get Blue, he’ll need his done as well.”

“I’ll get everything ready,” Orrien said.

Dyan helped Avizon up and passed him his cane so they could set off. Avizon took Dyan’s blanket from the back of the armchair and put it over Dyan’s shoulders. “It’s a cool wind,” he supplied a little awkwardly. Dyan didn’t mind. He appreciated the care.

They went outside to find Blue, but when Dyan called out there was no reply. Avizon frowned. “Eyes open, Dyan, be alert- just in case.” Dyan gulped and nodded, but his pace quickened. He needed to see Blue. He couldn’t shake his worry, the feeling that something was wrong.

He opened the barn door carefully, and when his eyes settled on a figure on the floor. That familiar mop of blond hair, the pretty feather earrings he wore, the clothes to hide his scars. Dyan saw him laying motionless on the floor.

He screamed in horror but bolted forwards, not caring about any threats that could be lingering. He just wanted to get to Blue. He just had to get to his Blue.

For the record, I apologise for the cliffhanger, but the next part will be up soon.

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Halloween Frenzy

 This piece is a bit old but just wanted to post it. It’s also 1st person this time so that a bit different. Let me know what you think, feedback is always appreciated.

Warning: badly written smut, d-bag gray, and an overall shitty halloween party but what can you do? 

Enjoy. (also the title is horrible but I just didn’t know what else to call it.

I was at a Halloween party with my friend (Y/F/N), a Halloween party that surely made bingo night seem fun. She was a cat and I was Minnie Mouse.

  Her costume was slutty, though mine had a bit more decency. I opted on doing my hair but decided against it and just wore a red bob wig instead, while (Y/F/N) wore some extensions to her already long auburn hair.

“I heard Grayson is around here somewhere.” (Y/F/N) told me. Grayson Dolan was a dirty, rotten, player. Hot, but a playing jerk. Sure, he may seem so innocent that the teachers and adults seem to fall for, me? It didn’t get very far. To me he was nothing but a good looking bad boy looking for trouble.

“Great…” I trailed of rolling my eyes. Unfortunately, I was like any girl here who had a crush on the schools rebel, I just didn’t show it, or give into his satisfaction like all these brainless zombies seemed to be doing.  Hating to admit like the other girls, I was drooling as I watched him play soccer. He wasn’t exactly the tallest person on the team, but having him sweat and take off his shirt at the end made up for so much.

 Just as she had said that, I heard someone’s loud, obnoxious laugh. I looked to my right to see a boy wearing a white tank top, and baggy jeans with chains. With his back turned towards me, I gave him the nastiest glare I could muster. I had found Grayson.

“Easy there, girl. He won’t like you if you’re glaring,” she teased, nudging me slightly.

“Ugh! Shut up…” I hissed. As if he could feel my stare, he slowly turned around till he too was looking straight at me. After studying me a few minutes he slowly smirked. Red cup in his hand and feeling so cocky, he walked over to me, (Y/F/N) running out of sight. ‘Gee, thanks (Y/F/N)!’

“Well, well. If it isn’t Minnie Mouse. What’s a matter? Couldn’t find a Mickey?” he chuckled at his own joke (boo, sorry for that lame joke xD)

“Last time I checked, this was a Halloween party, not a douchebag contest.” I said grimly.

“And last time I checked, this wasn’t a WHORE house” he retorted. I rolled my eyes and scoffed at him. It wasn’t like the other girls here weren’t dressed the same anyway. In fact, probably more revealing than I was.

“What are you supposed to be anyway?” I asked, even though I didn’t want to.

“I’m not in costume, but people think I’m a gangster. Either way I don’t care, this is a lame party anyway.” He shrugged, shoving his hands in pants pockets.

“I see, well you could’ve fooled me,” I muttered mostly to myself.  He was hot, but this outfit just made him look like an asshole, well more than he already was.

“Alright ladies and gentlemen. Time for a special performance by the ‘Cupcakes.’” Mark announced.

“Now if you don’t mind, I have to dance now,” I sassed.  (Just think of any song lmao)

  We head out to the make-shift stage out in the backyard. Walking up the stage we got into position. I caught eyes with Grayson briefly, throwing him a sly smirk. Let’s see you now hot shot.

  Showing our stuff this way and that, we were getting a rise out of the audience. With all the eyes that were on us, I could feel Grayson giving the most intense stare of all. Studying me, watching my every move.

  With the final moves of our dance, the crowd started going crazy with cheers and hollers. I saw Grayson give a cocky grin, though he was clapping. Seeming genuinely impressed with our special presentation. Something to at least give life to this dull party.

 As everyone was back inside once again, drinking, making out, and doing god knows what. I went to grab a drink to calm my nerves.

“Hey, you did well out there,” came from behind me. Turning quickly around, I only found (Y/F/N), secretly I wished it was Grayson.

“T-thanks, so did you.” I took a sip of the cheap, stale beer. Certainly not the best, but better than anything.

“Don’t worry, (Y/N), I’m sure by now he thinks you’re hot, he won’t be able to resist you.” I just gave a closed mouth smile. With a comforting pat on the shoulder, she stalked off to go get drunk or something. I snorted at what she said. It wasn’t likely to happen but. She did put an image in my head.

 Not long after, everything started to get fuzzy. I hadn’t seen Grayson since we did the routine. ‘He’s probably bangin’ some chick right now’ I thought to myself. At the thought, I felt myself moisten. Thoughts swam through my mind wondering how he was in bed. Exactly how many of the student body had he slept with? As I exited the bathroom, I froze when I saw who was just on the other side of the door.

“Finally, I found you,” he smirked. He had taken off the biker hat, his messy, charcoal black hair in show. “Yeah right.” I muttered to myself. He walked closer to me as if he heard me.

“I’m serious.” He whispered lowly in my ear. God! I just wanted to dig my hands in his hair and make an even more mess of it. I gulped hard. Pushing a way slightly, I tried to play it as he did. But I was crumbling, like a pie.

“Why, couldn’t find a lay?” this time I smirked. He narrowed his eyes at me menacingly.

“Come with me,” He demanded me. He grabbed my arm and roughly dragged me somewhere. It all happened so fast. He pulled me until we were in a room. Probably Mark’s guest room, and slammed the door shut behind him. Pinning me against the door, he held my writs above my head. Oh my God? Was this happening?!

Nose almost touching mine, I stared into his cold, dark eyes that held anger, frustration, and lust?

 “You know what you’re doing, don’t you?” he seethed in my face. I was genuinely confused. What was he talking about? His eyes that were usually a warm brown colour was only a thin ring as his dilated pupil was full blown.

“What are you talking about?” I stared at him, a confused look graced my features.

“Don’t play dumb with me! You act like a slut tonight, the dance for example. I know you like me! I’m not fucking stupid. You wanted to get a rise at me, we’ll you will fucking get it now!” he exclaimed with such a dark aura. He pushed me into the door, it was actually starting to hurt.

“Flaunting yourself around in that costume, dancing in front of all those people. You wanna be a slut fine, then I’ll treat you like one!” he pulled me off the door and pushed me on the bed, wig falling as he did so. Oh my god! This was happening!

He crawled on top of me, wrists held by his hands again. He was acting like a maniac, but looked beyond gorgeous as the moon shone light on his face.

“Go ahead, Make your move,” my blood was boiling. I was angry yet so turned on. He just knew how to work his magic.

“Watching me at those soccer games. You think I don’t notice you stare at me? Huh? I know you like me, just like all those other girls. You are the worst one of all, pretending to act all innocent. You are a slut, don’t you ever forget it!” he roared, pressing me further into the mattress. I whimpered in pain from the tight grip. God, it was so hot in here.

“Don’t worry, babe. You’ll soon be screaming my name. In pleasure.” he whispered lowly in my ear. How could a guy with a cute face have a sexy, yet aggressive side to him? I was enjoying every moment of this. He gripped me by the neck, carefully not to cut me out of breath and forced me to look at him. My now free hands landed in his hair, pulling at the roots. I lowered his head till I could feel his breath against my lips.

“Oh yes, I’m a big slut,” I cooed teasingly. He ran his thumb along my lower lip before he placed his lips upon mine. Kissing me twice before he licked into my mouth. I opened my mouth for him as he entered. He kissed me with raw desire, biting at my lips and tugging them, running his tongue against my teeth. I swear I could taste a little blood. After our little make-out session and leaving nothing untouched, he pulled me up and went for the zipper of my Minnie Mouse costume.

He licked a strip up my neck, teasing before he went to a spot on my neck that drove me completely mad. I was at his beck and call, and I enjoyed every second of it.

“Ahhh!” I gasped. I could feel him smirk against my skin. I knew he burst my capillaries, thus know sporting a hickey. He licked over his creation a couple of times before he pulled down the shoulder part of my dress. Grayson kissed my shoulder a couple of times before moving down towards my collarbones, again leaving marks.

I gently pushed him off me before I climbed onto his lap. I kissed from his jaw down to his neck, the same way he did to me.

“You know, you looked so hot tonight. I couldn’t control myself. I would have gone mad.” He whispered lowly. He let out a delicious groan that only infused my hunger. Seeing guys in pleasure was surely a sight to see. Letting go of his flesh I tugged on the hem of his tank top, signaling I wanted the offending material off. He chuckled as he pulled it over his head and somewhere in the room.

“Ha, couldn’t wait could you?”’ he teased. It was only fair if I took of my costume, throwing it somewhere in the room along with his tank top. Thank god I picked the good set of undergarments tonight. “Shut up.” I playfully nudged him.

He now laid on his back as I placed kisses down his chest all the way to his abdomen. His breath increasing, the heat was too much. He gripped the sheets as I got to the hem of his pants. Placing butterfly kisses here and there. Seeing him at his mercy was a pretty hot sight to see.

“(Y/N), please do something. Don’t tease me.” He whimpered, gripping the sheets again.

“Aww, where’s the fun in that, huh?” I cooed. I teased, but I couldn’t wait either. The anticipation was killing me. Popping open the button of the pants, slowly moving along to the zipper and pulling it down at a painfully slow pace.  I tugged down at his pants till it was at his knees, with his help of course. He was wearing black boxer shorts, but I could still see his outline.

The little trails of hair he had that led to the ‘promise land’ were fine, like baby hair just starting to grow. I took the band of the boxers and slowly began pulling down. His member slapped out hitting his belly button and a little past. He wasn’t huge, but he sure was thick. Twitching at my touch, he bucked in my hand. I wrapped my hand in a small fist and began to pump.

“Gahhh! Shit… Oh my God…” he released a loud moan. Eyes shut tight, eyebrows furrowed, biting his lip and writhing in pleasure. Pre-cum started to ooze out of his slit, I took my thumb and rubbed it all over the head of his member, jerking at the sensitive touch. I was about to take him in my mouth when he stopped me.

“Wait! Come here and turn around, you’re back to me,” he instructed. I pouted but did as he told. I took off my bra as I felt him tugging my thong down. Lifting myself to aid him in the process, it was finally off. God he looked so sexy. His cheeks flushed, his messy hair. I would have loved to take a picture of this moment, but that would have been weird. He pulled me by the hips till I was backed up to him, until we were both in line.

“Whenever you’re ready, baby.” I lowered my face, lightly licking from base to tip, the same time he licked up my wet opening. Twirling my tongue around the head of his member urged a groan to escape once again.

“Oh Lord! Don’t stop…” he practically begged. I didn’t. We both worked at the same pace, if I was slow then he was slow, if I sped up then so did he, we met the perfect rhythm. Not too fast not to slow. That was how Grayson worked, regardless anything.

“Ohhh!” I moaned around his twitching length that was in my mouth. He had hit a spot deep inside me as he fucked me with his tongue. Spots were soon seen in my line of vision. We were both close.

“On three, baby. One…Two…Three!” we moaned each other’s name as we wen spiraling into climax. Pleasure filled my veins as we gasped for air. I pulled off his dick and turned around to face him. He smiled a bright smile at me which I mirrored. ‘God, he was so cute!’ I thought. He pulled me up over to him and kissed me thoroughly, taking my breath away. His lips were so soft, it was like kissing a cloud.

“Don’t think we’re done just yet, I still need to fuck you, you’re still a little slut who hasn’t learned,” He gave a hard slap to my ass that made me yelp in surprise.

“On all fours! Ass up…NOW!” he barked, in his smooth, velvety voice. I got into position like he told me to, I could feel myself getting wet with want.

“Now, are you gonna be a good girl and listen? Or do I have to teach you to behave, Hmm?” I was all over the place at this point. He gave me another slap, this time I was more used to it.

“I’ll be good I promise. Just fuck me!” I exclaimed impatiently. He rubbed the head of his member against my slick opening, I couldn’t help but grind against him.

“Bad! Don’t move, or I will slap you even harder,” he growled, from somewhere deep within his chest. I wanted to object but I obeyed. It was probably better that way. He placed it back against my heat, but I didn’t grind this time.

“Beg! I want you to beg. Beg me to fuck you, c’mon. I’m waiting…” Man, he sure knew how to push someone over the edge.

“Please, Grayson, fuck me. Fuck me like the slut I am, I need to learn to behave!” I wailed in agony.

“No! Not Grayson, you will refer to me as ‘Master’ now. So tell me.” He smacked me once again.

“Master! Please, I need you to fuck me. I need to behave, just do something!” I cried out. I probably looked so pathetic right now compared to other’s girls. But wouldn’t you do the same if you really wanted someone. With that, he thrusted himself inside me.

“AHHHHHH!!!” I screamed. He was buried in there good. He gripped my hips steadily, moving in and out feeling everything inside.

“Faster GR-MASTER! OHHHH!” He obliged and started going faster. Each thrust sent me closer to release, sweet relief. He roughly pulled my matted hair in a ponytail, adding more to this sweet pain/pleasure.

 “How’s it feel? Do you feel good, baby?” he asked, smacking me once again. There was going to be an imprint of his hand if he kept that up.

“Yes, so good, master. I’m getting close,” I wailed loudly, the sounds of the party was loud enough to mask my moans so I could be as loud as I wanted. He jackhammered into me, touching all the right spots. I would’ve cum in no time, but sadly, he stopped.

“Ride me!” he spat. He sat up straight as I climbed into his lap once again. Holding himself as I sank down on him. ‘Wow, what a feeling!’

He filled me all the way up, just how I wanted him to. I held on his shoulders as I rocked back and forth. Then he guided my hips in movement as I slowly began to bounce.

“You look so hot right now, god you feel so good. Kiss me, baby!” He said weakly, his dark hair plastered to his forehead. I pulled him by the face and brought his lips on mine. He licked inside, exploring my cavern once again like how I explored his. The sounds of wet kissing and slapping filled room, along with our moans and grunts, we were ready. Grayson savagely attacked my neck and collarbones with kisses and hickies, hickies I would surely have to cover up.

“Ohhh, I’m almost there!!” I mewled as he continued to attack my collarbones. He hadn’t moved but moved his hand in-between us and rubbed my clit in circles.

“Mmm…” he moaned in my neck, biting it slightly. I could feel heat pooling in my lower abdomen. I started bouncing harder, getting him to hit the spot inside.

“I’m going to-ohhhh! GRAY-MMPHH” He kissed me hard, fueling the fire further.

“Scream my name, babe. Scream it!” he rasped. Hot flashed was going through my body, body feeling fuzzy and tingly.

“GRAYSON!!! AHHHH!!” I screamed loudly. I felt him follow not to long after. Feeling him shoot thick ropes of his seed inside as he lowly grunted. Exhausted, we feel back into the bed, feeling the post-sex bliss.

“Holy Shit!” I heaved. He chuckled, pulling me into his chest, muttering a quiet “I know.” I snuggled into him, inhaling his scent. Sweat, a tinge of soap, and himself. It made me smile. He pecked my temple softly as I drew patterns on his body.

“What are doing?” he asked, giggles as I traced.

“Nothing,” I answered cutely. I let go and looked up at him. He pecked the tip of my nose softly before he did the same.

“That was amazing.” I uttered, mostly to myself. It really was, it felt like we had done this before. “It was.” He agreed. It couldn’t have been more perfect.

“We should probably get going though, people might wonder where we ran off to…” although I could see he didn’t want to.

“Alright,” I just had one question, where did this leave us. Was this some hookup or did he actually want something. I had to know.

“Hey, Grayson? I just wanted to ask where this leaves us, you know…” I trailed off at the end. I saw him freeze a little as he went to get his shirt.

“(Y/N), you know I have a reputation to withhold. I can’t just drop it now. Especially because of a party. My head dropped and I nodded glumly. I knew it was too good to be true.

“Listen, tonight was amazing. Sweetheart, please understand that. But I will tell you this, I have never ever felt like this in all my time since we started high school. I wanted you for the longest time, but you are some much better than a guy like me, a lot better. I’m a no good loser who just passes by along every day, you don’t need me to hold you back.” He cupped my cheeks, I willed myself not to cry, though I felt a tear slide down my cheek,

“Don’t cry please, that last thing I want to do is make you cry. Shit.” He muttered the last to himself.

“I-I really l-like you,” I said. He quickly looked up at me as if he hadn’t heard what I said. He heard loud and clear.

“Baby, don’t do this. I can’t just say I’m taken. It’s so obvious.” He tried to reason. I knew he was right.

“I’ll wait for you,” I stared deeply into his as how he stared into mine. He gave a small smile.

“Perhaps, one day. But right now, it’ll be way too complicated.”

“I g-guess.” I sighed looking down. He nudged my chin up to make me look at him.

“Hey, it’s not the end. You know, if you’re always looking, you know where to find me.

“You have something those girls/guys never had. A heart. You see people differently, you see the good in them. I could try and not be too much of an asshole, but that’s about it,” He made a face. I chuckled at that, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. I was determined to wait no matter how long it would be.

“Hey…” He began. He cupped my face softly in his hands and kissed me long and passionate, relishing the feelings into this one kiss. He pulled back and smiled a toothy smile, I mirrored it.

“You know, the assembly is next Tuesday, wanna skip and you know, fool around a little?” he threw a cheesy wink a little.  I had to laugh at his childishness sometimes.

“You’ve got yourself a date,” I replied, he pecked me one last time and waited for me as I got my costume back on.

  As we walked out, I saw (Y/F/N) and caught her eye. She looked between Grayson and I, her eyes grew the size of saucers.

“Tell me!” she mouthed. I laughed a little.

“Later” I mouthed back.

From then on, Grayson and I had a different relationship, sure he still did stuff here and there, but besides that. We had something that no one could or would understand. A Connection.  Everyone was too quick to judge just because he was a player, but I knew he was more than that. He was willing to work it with someone. On the day he is finally ready to take that step, I would gladly welcome him with open arms.

[bindi-the-skunk]

Night is day and day is night In a world that's lost its mind! chapter eight END

This was...concerning, to say the least.

Nothing had been done the past couple of months, everyone was saying it was because of the cameras that had been put up were causing whoever did those horrible things to think twice, but Henry and Robert were not so sure getting rid of someone like this was that easy.

Someone was biding their time no doubt, being eight months pregnant did not lend itself to much coordination, and being so close to birth did not lend itself to much calm thought either, but both hoped whoever it was would just get bored and leave them all alone.

sigh

"Are you alright?" Robert asked, concerned at the other's frown and exhale, depression was not uncommon in pregnancy and his mate was already prone to it...

"Fine, it's just dark and rainy and it makes all this nonsense all the more gloomy for us all" Henry admitted, well he was no stranger to the rain, nor did he paticuarly hate it, but that did not mean he liked having it on top of the other things going on in their lives.

"Rachel is making everyone chili, that should help" Robert smiled, already eager for a bowl of the comfort dish and sure the omega would want something hot to fill his belly.

"Is it spicy?" Henry asked

"She did say it would be sort of hot" Robert admitted "You should not worry, it won't induce you"

"Perhaps, but I would much rather not get any heartburn from it," the omega said, knowing spiced foods were not a sure-fire way to go into labor, but they were a sure fire way to indigestion and that was something he would rather avoid, rolling about in his nest feeling like he wanted to vomit did not sound like a fun evening.

"Well, I can get something else..." Robert started only to be cut off by a kiss to the cheek.

"That's alright, I'm not even hungry right now, enjoy a meal with the others and I'm going to sleep a bit more, perhaps the storm will be over when I wake up" Henry smiled, knowing Robert had to be a little cooped up in the nest, he was in it all the time now ever since he was checked out of the hospital and the nest proved to be a good place for his still-healing body.

Robert nodded, sure his mate wanted some alone time to stretch out and relax, leaving the room, locking the door behind him so Henry could sleep with no disturbances, and headed downstairs. --- Mmm...something smells good...

Henry's eyes cracked open to find to his disappointment, the storm had not stopped, if anything it had gotten worse, but he did smell something nice, climbing out of the nest and opening the door the omega found a blueberry muffin, aw, Robert or Rachel must have left it there for him, wonder where his alpha was anyway? Perhaps he had some work to do or one of the lodgers dragged him off to show him something.

Picking up the treat, Henry headed back inside to sit at his desk so he could eat it properly, no need to get crumbs in his nest, that would not be fun to clean up later on, and the chemist was not in the mood to drag around the vacuum.

Taking a bite he could not help but note it was a bit weird tasting but guessed a little too much salt or something was added, the muffin was still good and it would be horrible to waste it after so much trouble.

He just hoped Robert got back soon...

---

"How on earth did you not know it would explode!?" Robert scolded as he bandaged Sinnett's hand after one of his machines backfired on him suddenly when he was showing off to the alpha what he wanted to display at the next science show.

"I thought I checked everyth-wait a minute...one of the dials has been taken off no wonder it shot off!" Sinnett pointed with his good hand to see that, yes indeed, one of the dials had been taken off and was laying on the floor.

"Who would have done-HENRY!" Robert jumped to his feet and darted from the room, bolting up the stairs two at a time, mister Sinnett somehow keeping up at his heels.

"Doctor Jekyll is upstairs, and he wouldn't have done this anywa-" Sinnett scoffed, thinking the alpha had suddenly gone daft to think his pregnant mate would ever intentionally sabo-

"I mean someone messed with your machine as a DISTRACTION!" Robert nearly screeched, heart pounding as he raced for his lover's office.

"WHAT!?" ---

Of all things to give him a stomach ache it had to be a muffin!

Pacing the room the omega was trying to ignore his hurting gut, now getting a little worried, it seemed like it was getting worse...perhaps it was just stress? Or bad bluebe-oh, that was problematic...his water broke.

He needed to go to the hospital NOW...where was his coat? He would need to calmly inform the lodgers...no need for them to panic...

'you're not due yet! Kid needs to bake another month!' Hyde seemed to complain, but Henry could hear that hint of fear in his voice, he was just as concerned as his split half, and catching a glimpse of him in the mirror, he could see his eyes did look a little softer.

"It will be alright, just calm down...I'll go find Robert or one of the lodgers and they can find him and we can go," Henry said to the mirror, fearing if he tried to mentally talk it would come out messed up and they were alone so it's not like he needed to.

Stepping towards the door a jolt of pain went down the omega's spine sending him to his knees.

This was not right...it hurt...it was too ...it was going too fast...but he didn't feel...this was not normal...the room was spinning

The door opened and he just saw a pair of blue socks coming towards him...

And everything went black --- Robert ran to Henry's side, quickly taking note of how scarily still he was and the fact his eyelids were fluttering oddly, seizure...waters broken...no visible head injury...

"Sinnett! Call an ambulance! Tell them we have an omega in labor who has entered a seizure by an unknown substance!" Robert ordered, the mate in him wanted to cry and attempt to get his love back in his right head as fast as possible, but the doctor knew seizures did not work that way, he did not know what caused it and labor and birth were out of his line of knowledge.

Forcing his instincts down he gently started to rub at the other man's back and held the omega's hand in the other "Henry? Can you hear me? I know you and Edward have to be really scared right now, but Sinnett went to get you help, you are going to be just fine and so will Edward and the baby"

A groan was his response, not comforting.

"Hang on..." Robert whispered as all he could really do at this point was wait...and pray... --- "Thirty-five-year-old omega, thirty-seven weeks pregnant, membranes ruptured and suffered a seizure from an unknown reason" the paramedic relayed as she helped wheel in said omega who was only partially conscious having woken up in the ambulance, only to scream in pain, too out of it and whatever drugs he was given most likely making the pain a lot worse to bother with any form of control.

Robert ran alongside the gurney, being more concerned with the fact Henry was back to being quiet, the screaming at least let the alpha know he was coherent enough to feel pain and react accordingly to the unpleasant feeling.

"Prepping for an emergency C-section!" came another call.

Those clinical words made a cold chill go down Roberts's spine.

C-section? As in, cut open? Like a dead fish!? It made sense though...the doctor in him monotonely said there would be no way his mate would be able to push, whatever he had been given had weakened him badly and caused a SEIZURE, Robert would be lucky if Henry made it out alive! If their baby was alive after being drugged...

The alpha fell to his knees in the hallway, feeling both cold and hot at the same time, why would someone...who could do this...why...

"Mr.Lanyon?" A soft voice went and the alpha looked up to see a blond nurse looking down at him "Why don't you go and get some air? I'm sure your mate and baby will be okay" she smiled softly, green eyes showing empathy and kindness, she looked sort of like how he thought a female Hyde would look in all honesty, though the sweet look was something he was sure would never grace the gremlin's face, it might never grace Henry's face again...

The nurse helped Robert to his feet and helped him walk to the doors and even found him a bench to sit on, offering a cup of coffee before she turned on a heel and dashed back inside the building, leaving the alpha with his thoughts.

The night was still warm, not yet turning cold with the coming winter, the bench was still wet from the earlier rain, but Robert found he could not care less about his trousers, who would benif-wait a minute...

His father...

Was that old windbag really capable of something like this? his family went after people who did things like this! But his father was stuck in his ways...thought he knew best all the time...if he thought Henry was in the way of a goal...he would do it, in a heartbeat.

Robert was going to KILL him, quite literally...

The monster that Robert wanted to break away from stirred inside him as he thought back on how pale his mate had been...how trying to encourage their baby to kick well they waited for the ambulance had proven fruitless...if both of them ...no...don't think like that yet...

He would bid his time if ...when...Henry was out of the woods and they would celebrate or mourn together, then the alpha would sharpen a few knives, perhaps this could be Henry's first kill...wouldn't that be poetic justice? Oh, he knew just the thing to use... --- "You can go in now" the nurse smiled as she watched the alpha attempt to look dignified well carrying a smiley face balloon.

Robert walked as straight and tall as he could into the hospital room, biting back the urge to jump for joy when he saw Henry's eyes were open and the omega managed to smile weakly at him.

"Hey," Robert said softly, stepping forward so he could gently run his fingers through the other's soft brown locks, loving how the strands curled between his fingers as if they did not want to let go.

"W..where is the baby?" Henry croaked, still feeling horrible, and stomach throbbing slightly no doubt from the new cut in it, but...perhaps some good came out of this...just a little hope...was their child alive? Or had it been killed from the-

"Don't you mean 'babies'?" Robert smiled, having hardly believed the news himself, but excited to blurt it out to anyone who would listen and was sure he annoyed a few people in doing so, especially after learning his mate would recover on top of it.

Henry almost felt like fainting again hearing that but found himself grinning loopily, no doubt a side effect of the medication meant to keep him from ripping his stitches going to search himself for the new little ones "Two for the price of one"

'Price of one my ass! We went through hell and got our shit wrecked!' Edward whined, feeling the effects of the medicine himself and also just wanting to see his new little monster! Give them their babies already!!!

"I have a great big surprise for you when you and our children can go home...or at least back to the society, I do believe everyone pitched in to build cribs...and a stroller...and slings...we are going to be up to our elbows in baby-related inventions aren't we?" Robert nearly winced, no doubt several 'improvements" will have been made to normal baby things...

"No doubt, what is the surprise?" Henry asked curiously.

"Oh, it will be a SCREAM" Robert grinned, already having asked one of the lodgers to make a few...adjustments to Henry's cane.

Would anyone want a sequel to this? Or do you guys have ideas for something?

[hiro-gari]

Batarou “What If” Headcanon - Different First Meeting

by: Little1993lamb for: Lilia / @hiro-gari

Word count: 4134 Warning: Blood mention, unconscious and injured Badd at the beginning, also some intimate cuddling at the ending but nothing explicit. Kinda OOC characterizations. Bad grammar and very limited vocabulary because I’m still not fluent yet on my English I’m so sorry.

I have this Batarou canon-divergent AU headcanon where instead of standing up again after being hurled across the streets by Elder Centipede, Badd was fainted. Garou was the one who begrudgingly helped the unconscious Badd by carrying him away from the battle location and letting him rest in his shack.

I was wondering how it would turned out if they faced this kind of situation, so I tried to write a self-indulgent scenario about what was I imagined about it. Hope you can enjoy this headcanon! 😊💕

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When Garou saw Metal Bat fell from the sky after being hurled by Elder Centipede and crashed on the roadside, he thought his chance on defeating Metal Bat was over. No way Garou wanted to fight a heavily wounded hero because there was no satisfaction taking on someone who had already worn out and couldn’t properly show their real strength. So he started to looking for his next target on different location.

As Garou walked past Badd, he heard a pained groan from the injured hero. He was surprised when he saw Badd slowly standing up using his metal bat to prop himself up as a crutch, then with wobbly legs he tried to walk heading towards the previous battlefield against Elder Centipede, blood from the opened wounds dripping steadily on the ground. Garou couldn’t believe if Badd still have any strength to continue fighting, especially with those nearly fatal injuries.

He was just wanted to call Badd when the hero suddenly collapsed face down in the middle of street, his metal bat dropped from his weakened grip and hit the hard surface of asphalt with a clang. Garou rushed in to check on Badd’s condition, he came here to seek a good fight not seeing a dead hero, for fuck sake!

As Garou crouched down and flipped Badd over, he saw Badd still breaths despite it sounds more like faint wheezing than normal breathing, his face was painted by his own blood, his closed eyes scrunched up from the sheer pain.

Garou was relieved to know Badd still alive, as much he likes to hurt the hero he didn’t want him to be dead. Now that his problem was over, Garou stood up and walked out heading to his next destination, leaving Badd lying unconsciously in the middle of empty road. He guessed someone from Hero Association would come to rescue their precious hero and take him away to nearby hospital, so Badd wont be his responsibility.

After walking for a couple metres far enough from the previous spot, Garou take a look on Badd. Still nobody comes.

He tried to ignore the poor hero and continue walking. It’s been hundreds metres from the spot and when Garou checked again, there’s still nobody coming to save Badd. At all.

It pissed Garou off.

How come the supposed big-named “Hero Association” was so unprofessional like this?! Not keeping good track or surveillance on any of their hero members especially who currently engaged in such dangerous life-threatening mission, not providing immediate emergency help for who has fallen or heavily injured?

Garou could understand the part of “saving the civillian first”, but what about their own heroes? They wrongly assumed that their heroes could do all of their job smoothly, and when something wrong happened to the heroes they don’t take immediate actions to help them.

He shouldn’t have to give any fuck for Badd, but seeing that nobody else even cares for the unconscious S-Class hero made his blood boils. Begrudgingly, he running back towards Badd. After Garou made sure Badd still breathing fine, he carefully scooped the hero up in his arms by bridal style carry then quickly fled from the scene before somebody from Hero Association or random civillian sees him “kidnapping” their precious hero.

Garou decided that he would treat Badd by himself in his shack since it was the nearest location from there. It kinda amused him, who would have thought that the Hero Hunter was bringing his own prey into his evil lair?

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Arrived on the abandoned shack in the middle of forest, Garou laid down Badd on the bed. After he checked through all the visible wounds, he take his first aid kit and started to do his (it was supposed to not) job.

Garou carefully wiped the blood off and delicately tending Badd’s wounds while Badd still resting, wondering why and how could a teenager so young like him willing to working as a hero and doing some dangerous jobs like that.

He also secretly admiring Badd’s beautiful face and strong physique that could rivals his own, thinking it was very unfortunate that they’re enemies because if they’re not maybe Garou would be attracted to him. Maybe.

Garou gently caressing Badd’s cheeks while watching over him from the bedside like a guardian dog (or wolf, as he’s not associated himself with dog). Some unexpected thing happened: Badd unconsciously leaning more further into Garou’s touch, he was even humming or purring adorably like a kitten in his sleep! Never had thought that the delinquent-looking hero brat could be this cute.

Garou guessed his hero hunting schedule for that day could be temporary postponed. Watching over an adorable hero seems more interesting thing to do at the moment.

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When Badd was awake hours later, he saw Garou sitting across the room, supervising him from afar. Slowly regaining his consciousness, Badd questioned his “savior” identity. At first Badd thought he was a random civillian who kindly saving him from the battlefield. But when he realized that he is Garou the “Hero Hunter” from the way he talked about the other heroes and all the suspicious hints around him, Badd immediately on alert and he tried to fight Garou. Although Badd couldn’t do it as he fell down nearly passed out on the floor because his body was still too weak and in pain.

Garou who doesn’t want to fight a heavily injured person, suggesting Badd to just calm down and go back resting again as he wasn’t in the good condition for combat. He let Badd know that he has absolute no interest to beat up the already beaten up people, thus he wont targeted Badd. At least until Badd has fully recovered.

Garou helped Badd up from the cold floor by carried Badd towards the bed and laid him down on the soft surface.

Badd was taken aback by Garou’s hospitality despite the cocky bastard personality, he didn’t believe that this person is the “Hero Hunter” who hurted his fellow hero comrades days ago. And that Garou actually also a young teenager just like him and not a creepy middle aged man criminal like he had thought before.

Not to mention Garou is very handsome and kinda charming in some way.. Still hated his cheeky arrogant attitude, though.

So they just talking heart-to-heart, surprisingly having more civil conversations. They shared stories like their motivation (even if they clashed with eachother), their ideas on “hero and villain” (Garou was surprised Badd actually on the same page as him!), what they do on daily basis (Badd as both highschool student and pro-hero, Garou as a martial artist), their family (Badd was telling Garou about Zenko proudly and Garou reluctantly telling Badd about Bang, in which Badd realized he’s one of his coworker).

Garou and Badd actually enjoyed their interactions without realizing it was kinda wrong to befriend the enemy, especially that they’re still hunting on each other. But they didn’t care about it at that moment, they just happy there’s someone their own age who was willing to talk and listening to each other.

Fortunately after Garou explained his whole backstory, Badd started to understand him and wont judge or thinking badly of him. Although Badd was still pissed off about Garou hurting his coworkers, but other than that he understand a bit about what Garou has done.

Since both of them experienced how hard their life as an outcast, just because they were “different” kids who don’t like to conform social norms. Basically rebels. From their similar fate, it brought them together now that they’ve come to understanding each other. Also, their chemistry from the quick bonding is undeniable. They just fit, like two puzzle pieces that meant for each other.

Although Garou was left unsatisfied because he couldn’t fight the famous “S-Class Hero Metal Bat”, at least he has Badd as a secret ally (or a new friend, Garou wont admit it). On the other hand, Badd was glad Garou only “hunting” for sport and never has intention on doing some murder spree like what Hero Association had claimed before, and that he realized Garou is not really a bad guy as he just misunderstood. As proven by what he did for Badd, Garou still has kindness in his heart.

Badd couldn’t help but having a secret crush on Garou.

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Because he still couldn’t walk by himself and must rest for at least a night, Badd called and informed Zenko that he’s currently stay at his “friend’s home”. Garou smiled to himself at the mention of him as Badd’s “friend”, this was the first time after so many years he was referred as someone’s friend. It’s kinda warmed up his frozen heart.

Garou has decided that he excluded Badd from his hero hunting target, but it doesn’t meant he would given up on a chance to fight or sparring with him.

That night, when it’s time for them to rest, Badd offered Garou to sleep beside him since it was Garou’s bed and Badd only borrowed it for awhile. Garou was both amazed by Badd’s brave soul for inviting a dangerous enemy to sleep together with him and wondering why it was a good idea in the first place. But then Garou teased Badd, asking if Badd has a hot for him as he grinning naughtily.

Badd was spluttered by Garou’s flirting attempt and blushing furiously before denied all of Garou’s accusation. Badd said he just want to share comfortable place to sleep as he didn’t want Garou to lie on the cold ground alone. Besides, he trusted Garou for not hurting him in his sleep, as it has already proven before. Badd smiled genuinely to Garou as he pats the empty bedspace beside him, inviting Garou to rest with him.

Hence two big boys shared narrow bed trying to make enough space to sleep. Badd made himself comfortable by sleeping sideway facing the wall while Garou spooning him from the behind. He didn’t meant to spoon Badd but the lack of space forced him to do that, not that Badd would protest anyway. Garou asking if he could put his arm around Badd’s waist, since his current position made his arm muscles get cramps. Badd sleepily mumbling an answer that he doesn’t mind it so go on.

Now Garou fully cuddling Badd in a warm embrace. Garou silently admit it feels very comfortable to have someone to cuddle, to have someone’s welcoming presence in a cold night. He didn’t expect that one day he could spend a whole day with the S-Class Hero Metal Bat and bonus a night sleeping beside him, all without any fight. But Garou wont take it for granted as he snuggled closer to the smaller man.

On the other hand, despite trying so hard to not thinking about it, Badd still couldn’t believe he let himself to be cuddled by a supposed enemy. But strangely he feels safe in Garou’s embrace, almost like some protective hug that ensuring his safety from any dangerous wilderness creatures outside the shack while he’s still healing from injuries.

Badd could feel the strong presence of Garou’s muscled body enveloping his own, or Garou’s warm breath on the back on his head, it was so close Badd was sure Garou almost kissing his nape. That made Badd once again blushing so hard he hoped Garou wont noticed his reddening face from behind.

And Garou’s arm that wrapped around his waist, he couldn’t help but noticing how beautiful his hand with slender long fingers, totally different with him. It made Badd wanna hold Garou’s hand with his own hand, to warm Garou’s cold knuckle with his palm. Thus Badd slowly put his hand on top of Garou’s, wrapped it in a gentle manner so he wont startled him.

Now Badd could sleep peacefully with a soft smile plastered on his face, unknowing that a flustered Garou still fully aware what Badd was doing and currently trying his best to not letting his internal scream out on how adorable Badd is. He forced himself to ignore the warmth of Badd’s palm on top of his hand, while he unconsciously wrapped his arm more tightly around Badd in which earn him a soft purr sound from sleeping Badd. Then Garou followed Badd into the dreamland..

At some point in the middle of night, Garou felt something tickling his nose and there’s sudden pressure on his chest. He tried to open his sleepy eyes and found Badd changed his sleep position into curled against him. Badd snuggled his head on Garou’s chest, soft snoring could be heard from him. He clung his arm around Garou and it seems he also clutched Garou’s back, preventing Garou from doing any movement like an anchor. Their legs are intertwined now, even made it impossible for Garou to release himself from Badd without awoken him.

Seeing the innocent look on the usual delinquent-like scary face, it got Garou wondering if he should be thankful to see the true face of Metal Bat: a soft-looking young teenager who should just spend his time living his life instead of suffering the hardship on the street working as underpaid hero for some ungrateful ignorant people they called themself “Hero Association”. Garou almost feels sad for Badd that as an orphaned firstborn he must do all of those hardworks to make a living with his beloved little sister, even if it also endangered his own life.

And from listening on Badd’s stories, it seems he was actually different from most heroes that Garou have seen before. Badd is not a self-righteous hero, he’s actually a quite humble person if people got past his hot-headed personality, he’s very confidence with his own ability despite not having fancy power, not giving a flying fuck for popularity as he thought it’s very unecessary thing for a professional hero, he also hates bullies as much as Garou (that’s good!), and lastly, Badd is actually kindhearted person who wears his heart on his sleeve.

Garou didn’t realize he just listed off all of Badd’s goodness, it brought a genuine smile on his handsome face. He thought maybe he should give a tiny reward for Badd while he still asleep. Gently sweeping back the wild messy jet-black hair of Badd that has been tickling his face with his hand, Garou kissed Badd’s forehead so softly.

When he heard Badd humming happily in his sleep and snuggled even closer on him, Garou just chuckling and he landed a more lingering kiss on his forehead again. After that, he ruffled the messy yet silky black hair of Badd before settled his arm on Badd’s back, pulling him in into an intimate embrace.

Even though they didn’t do something illicit act at all (they literally just sleeping together like sleep SLEEP), Garou still feels it was forbidden thing to bonding with his own enemy, his supposed prey. Yet they spend a night sharing some comfortable warmth together.

He knows by the time the sun rising in the morning, they would be back to their own duty and forgetting what they have shared before. But still, Garou wanted to enjoy his limited time being with Badd.

Garou wished Badd has the same feeling as him.

It was hard to admit that he was slowly falling in love with Badd.

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Morning has come, the bright sun rays made Badd slowly opened his bleary eyes. Instead of the dull painted wooden wall, he faced a wall of hard chest muscles. When Badd looked up, he found a pair of yellow eyes were gazing back at him followed by a wide cheeky grin from certain wolf boy. Garou greeted him by something like, “Good morning, sleeping beauty~” before landing a brief peck on his forehead.

After processing on what happened to him, Badd has come to realization that: 1. Garou was cuddling him, 2. Badd was in Garou’s embrace for ALL NIGHT LONG, 3. Garou just kissed his head. The audacity!

That moment Badd immediately slapped Garou’s face and kicked him out from the bed, face bright red from the anger and embarassment. Garou only laughing so hard at Badd’s priceless reaction, he told Badd it was actually very adorable to him. Badd who clearly heard what Garou has said just facepalmed to hide his even reddened face. Him adorable?? Garou, the Hero Hunter, said that? The fuck–

Then suddenly the intense pain on his body was back again when he tried to get up from the bed, reminded Badd that he still not fully recovered well. Blood seeping through the freshly changed bandages that wrapped his torso. He doubled over from the sharp pain he felt on his broken ribs. Garou quickly gets on Badd’s side makes sure he wont fainted again, carefully pulling Badd into leaning on his broad shoulder while also securing him in a one-armed hug.

After taking a few of heavy breaths, Badd finally take a hold of himself over the pain. Seems like Garou was helping to make him more comfortable by his presence, he could feel his slender fingers wrapped on one of his shoulder, his thumb making a circle motion caressing the skin beneath the fabric in a soothing manner. It worked on him. Besides, it feels nice to be so close with Garou like this, witnessing the hidden caring side of the Hero Hunter.

He decided to stay a bit longer leaning on Garou’s embrace, as they enjoyed the peaceful morning in silence.

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During the time Garou helped him changing his bandages with the new clean one, Badd checking out all of new messages from Zenko on his phone. He felt guilty to even made his little sister worried for him the whole day, that’s why he must come back to his home right away.

Now that he’s fully awake already and regained his strength after nightly resting, Badd picked up his metal bat as a crutch to stand up from the bed. He genuinely thanked Garou for saving him from the battlefield and taking care of him for a whole day. As an exchance, Badd wont tell or reporting Garou to Hero Association higher ups and his fellow hero members. But only for this time, because next time they meet again they will be back as enemies, no more hospitality between them.

Garou was stunned by those statements for a second before letting out an amused chuckle. Badd’s threat actually gives Garou a lots of joy it brings his trademark cheeky grin on his face, his sharp golden eyes glinting brightly under the morning sunlight. He took it as a promise for their inevitable encounters in the future, because Garou still wanted to fight Badd when he’s on his prime condition.

Garou replied to the hero he couldn’t wait for that time to come, so Badd should be prepared. The teen hero smiled back to him as a silent agreement.

Once Badd stepped out from the shack, he asked Garou for the right direction to the nearest mainroad. Garou pointed it out to him but he wasn’t really sure if Badd was already capable to go through the wood successfully without stumbled on some tree roots or some rock or toppled over after accidentally reopened his wounds.

Badd reassured Garou that he was fine, but Garou totally not convinced by that, especially after watching the way Badd limped heavily as he walked. Garou letting out frustated groan while facepalmed, he was certain Badd was either being stubborn thick-headed brat or just plain dumb.

Reluctantly, he followed Badd from far behind watching over him from the tree branches, makes sure the hero reaching his destination safely first before going back to his shack planning his next hero hunting acts.

Badd tried his best to keep moving forward despite his limping, hopefully he could still continue walking until he arrived at home. Just as what Garou had guessed before, he tripped over a tree root and Badd losing his balance. But before he fell, suddenly a strong hand gripped his shirt collar from behind, prevented him from planting his face on the dirt.

It was Garou who saved him (again), as he straightened Badd’s standing position. The hero hunter placed Badd’s arm around his neck and holding Badd’s wrist with his hand to keep Badd from falling. Then Garou placed his own arm around the hero’s slim waist, supporting him in a safe hold before walking with Badd together towards the main road outside the forest.

During the walk, Garou scolded Badd that he couldn’t stand watching Badd acted like a tough guy when he was clearly needs some help. He didn’t want to see him passed out pathetically in the middle of nowhere where there was no people around. If Badd really wanted to passed out again, at least do that when he has already out from the woods so somebody could find and bringing him into the hospital.

Badd just groaning irritatedly, hated that he got scolded by his own enemy, but Garou was totally right he still need his aid until they get out from there. Besides, Badd wont protest anymore because he found himself in Garou’s tight hold again. He didn’t mind to feel it once more for the last time.

Few minutes later they reached the forest-city border, and Badd could see the main road from the spot they currently standing at. Garou released his carry hold from Badd and let the hero going back to his own home.

Just before Garou shoo-ing Badd away so they could finally parting way, a pair of hands suddenly cupped Garou’s face, stroked his cheeks gently, then the young hero giving a soft yet lingering kiss on it. The moment when those plushy lips of Badd touched Garou’s cheek, his brain freezed. What?? What had just happened??

When the kiss ended, Badd immediately averted his eyes from Garou, face blushing brightly. Slightly pouting, Badd explained that he did that as a way to show his full gratefulness for all of Garou’s kindness, that because he saved his life before it was too late. Also, Badd had to admit he really likes Garou’s company. Or rather, he likes Garou as who he truly is: a caring person.

The surprise “thank you” kiss and heartfelt confession left Garou speechless. He never expecting Badd would feel like this towards him, especially that it has been clear Badd knew about his status as a criminal. Despite knowing that, Badd still did it anyway without any hesitation. Garou couldn’t help but feeling happy and excited to hear Badd likes him.

After a hot minute of awkward moment of silence between them, Badd quickly turned away and gave Garou a quick goodbye. But before Badd walked too far, Garou caught his hand to make him stopped. He noticed how warm Badd’s palm right at the moment, and even though he couldn’t see his face Garou knows Badd was still flustered by previous confession. He grinned widely at the thought.

While brushing Badd’s knuckle in his hold with his thumb, Garou telling Badd that he feels honoured that a hero take a liking on him, but this wont change the fact that they still have promised fight next time they meet. In fact, Garou becomes even more interested in him. Smirking devilishly, he yanked Badd back to him.

The sudden force made Badd facing Garou again, so he could see Badd’s adorable reaction when Garou brought the hero’s hand towards his lips and kissed his knuckle in a very obnoxious way, not forgetting to give Badd a naughty flirtateous wink and a charming smile after that.

That action earned Garou a powerful swing of bat (fortunately he has good reflex to avoid it) and an “angy kitten” look from Badd who was blushing furiously by Garou’s flirting attempt. Badd declared he wont hesitated to destroy Garou on their next encounter, personal feeling aside.

Then by that, Badd walked out from their spot to continue his way back to his home, finally leaving Garou alone.

But Garou wont forget the way Badd smiling so tenderly for him at the end of his speech before he left.

Now that everything about his caretaking duty on Badd is already over, Garou decided to going back to his shack.

Being a hero hunter is always feels so good to him, but Garou didn’t expect that playing a caretaker role wasn’t so bad. Especially if it’s involving a certain angy small delinquent hero.

What was him, Badd’s “guardian angel”? Or maybe more of “guardian demon”? But anyway, he doesn’t regret his action on helping Badd. At all.

Metal Bat, hmm? Garou really couldn’t wait to see him again in a battlefield.

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Notes:

You can pinpoint easily which parts I was hyperfixating on and which parts I was going “Idek wtf I was writing- AW FUCK IT JUST WRITE”, lmao! 😂 Forgive me for having alot of inconsistency in this writing aaa I’m so sorry 🙇😭💦

Yess this headcanon was purely a self-indulgent thoughts! Although I love their legendary epic fight (in fact it fuels Batarou shipper soul in me! ❤), but I’m curious what if they could talk casually and Badd trying to understand Garou’s perspective without judging him. So this headcanon was born 😆

Oh btw I mentioned “guardian demon” at the last part, it was actually another AU headcanon of mine, where Garou is a Demon who was summoned by human Badd! You can check it out in here: https://kaincuro.tumblr.com/post/615404377513066496/

Which is it also have been made as a story by @lovelybutnot-ablankcanvas with a title “Dangerous Illusion” in here (plz check all of her amazing fics! 💖): https://archiveofourown.org/works/23665795/chapters/56809585

Thank you so much for reading this Batarou headcanon! Despite it was messy and not perfect, I hope you still like it 😅😉💕💞💖💝💐

-Little1993lamb-

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~Lilia:

These two flirting is so DANGEROUS but oh my god are they adorable 😭💞

I can just imagine Garou like ??? hello??? HA?? Come get ur dumb handsome hero I’m tryna wreak havoc here wtf

And he’s got so much experience treating battle wounds that a hospital doesn’t even cross his mind. he’s like ok we’re doing this the right way. Which takes us to:

tHE SINGLE BED TROPE! I liiiive for this 😭💞 thank you for the cuddly scenario my brain is so happy

I literally squeaked cause AWH OMG Garou like “brain.exe has stopped responding” ☠️☠️ he doesn’t know how to handle the soft affections like cheek kisses omfg but then he just turns it around on him by kissing his knuckles and acting all gentlemanly but lookin cocky as hell at the same time ahhh

Thank you for this beautiful headcanon💕 Even tho I love their fight scene too, it is Therapeutic to ignore canon sometimes for the sake of the fluff 🥺💗

[captainscanadian]

Exception | Carter Baizen x Reader (Part 7)

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Summary: You were his one exception. But he was your redemption.

Word Count: 6100+

Pairing: CEO!Carter Baizen x Lawyer!Reader, Nate Archibald x Caroline Baizen, Carter Eleanor Lydia Y/L/N-Baizen

Warnings: Swearing, Gossip Girl References, Drugs, Infidelity, Car Accident, Blood, Trauma, Hospital, Teenage Pregnancy

A/N: This is my entry for @baezen​​‘s writing challenge. Shout out to @franksufferbuddy​ and @propertyofpoeandbucky​ for motivating me to finish this part. I don’t do taglists. Gif’s not mine. Credits to the owner.

According to the neurosurgeon who had operated on Carter, he was apparently on the verge of slipping into a coma if he did not wake up by tomorrow.  As time was passing by, the chances of Carter waking up on his own were rather slim. But the doctor had explained to Caroline that his mind was very awake even though his body wasn’t. Her advice had been for his loved ones to sit by his bedside and talk to him in hopes that someone could get through to his mind and convince him to wake up.

After spending the early hours of the morning by her brother’s bedside, the younger Baizen had given up on her attempts to get him to regain his consciousness. She knew that if anyone could bring Carter back from this, it was you. After all, you were the reason why she got him back the first time around.

Even if her brother had not been honest about how much you meant to him, she knew by the look in his eyes the moment he saw you at her wedding that he loved you. She then understood what Carter meant when he said to her that he knew what it meant to be in love with someone. He was in love with you.

“I’m not going to hold it against you for keeping your child a secret from all of us, Y/N.” Caroline grabbed onto your hands and held them tight in hers, her eyes puffy and her cheeks strained with tears since she had been crying all night. “You had your reasons for doing what you did and I can’t blame it all on you. We were all young and stupid back then. Carter was stupid enough to cheat on you. He fucked up and you had every right to feel hurt. But I’ll have you know that he only lived to regret it. It might not be easy for you to believe that he still loves you or that he has changed. But he has... and he still loves you, very much. He might not admit it, but I know him.”

“No, Caroline... I... I was terrible to him. I was awful... I treated him so badly. I was so angry at him for what he did. I was holding onto this fifteen year old grudge that did not do me any good. What even is the point in staying bitter about the past when...?” You paused to shake your head. “I’m done being mad at him, I’m done being mad at... the past, at who we were back then. We’ve all had to learn our lessons the hard way and... I think I’ve learned mine now.” You admitted, choking back your tears. “I can finally forgive him for hurting me back then, because he’s the reason why I’m even alive right now.”

“When he came back home after working for the Buckley’s, he came home a better man. He promised me that he would do right by me after being away from my life for a decade, to do right by our parents and to do right by our family. Ever since we lost our parents so suddenly and so tragically, Carter has done nothing but try his best to redeem himself, whether it be taking over as CEO of Baizen Industries or being there to walk me down the aisle and I... I don’t want to lose him now.” She let go off your hands as she pulled you into an embrace. “Losing you was the start of his downfall, Y/N... nothing in his life had ever been right until you came back into his life and got him out of his debt. He needs you in his life more than ever right now, you know... he needs you and he needs his daughter. My brother has suffered alone for long enough and... Only you can bring him back. You always have. You’re the only reason why I got my big brother back in the first place and I’m begging you, Y/N please... please bring my brother back to me. Please... don’t let him die on me like this. He can’t die.”

You hugged her back tightly, a huge weight being lifted off your shoulders because she had not held it against you for what you had done. After all, you had taken away her own brother’s flesh and blood from her family. You had expected her to be pissed at you for taking away that right, but her forgiveness made you realize that you were on the way to get your redemption as you had hoped when you had first arrived here. “Oh sweetie... we’re not going to lose him. I’m not going to lose him. Carter’s not going to die not knowing that he has a daughter, he’s not going to die... until we all become one big happy family, all of us. He’s not going to die until he walks our little girl down the aisle, just like he walked you.” You told her as you rubbed her back gently, sighing as you looked over at Nate and have him a nod. “He’s not going to die.” You realized now that Carter not your apocalypse. It was you; you were your own apocalypse. But Carter... he was your redemption.

As per your request, Nate had left for the airport right away. Since your mother and your daughter were meant to arrive in New York within the next hour, you had entrusted your cousin to bring Carter Eleanor Lydia straight to the hospital once she landed in the city. While you waited for your daughter’s arrival, you found yourself walking into her father’s hospital room now that you had gathered the courage to face his unconscious self and the words you needed him to hear.

“Would you like to get in bed with him, Miss. Y/L/N?” The nurse who had been assigned to keep an eye on him asked you as you stepped into the room.

“Huh?” You looked over at her, you eyes welling up with tears. A part of you wanted to hold him in your arms again, but you were also terrified that you would hurt him. “I-I can do that?”

She nodded as she walked over to his bed, pulling away the blanket that Carter had been laying under and moving him gently to make room for you. “Yeah, of course... go on ahead.” A small smile on her lips as she let you climb into the bed, she stepped out of the room once you had made yourself comfortable.

Careful not to tangle any of the wires that were attached to him, you rested your head against his chest. The steady beats of his heart seemed to have calmed you down for a moment, reminding you that he was still alive. You just had to get him to wake up.

“H-Hey... Carter. Carter, wake up...” You bit back your tears as you took his hand in yours, clutching tight and never wanting to let go. “What... are you... scared that... are you scared that I’d walk away from you again once you woke up? Is that why you’re unconscious, baby?” You sobbed softly against his chest, your salty tears soaking through the thin fabric of his hospital gown. “Carter, I’ll never... I’ll never walk away from you again, I promise. I’ll never leave you, please... wake up, please. Baby, please... please, wake up, I get it now. I was the one who screwed us up, not you.” You admitted, finally coming to your senses. You had been the one to blame for everything that had happened to you, from your pregnancy to Carter’s accident. You had brought it all upon yourself because of your own selfish grudges.

You let your free hand gently stroke his stubbly cheek, careful not to run your finger over the bruise on his lips. A sigh escaped your lips as you recalled the first few months of your relationship that had been the happiest. Those were the moments you wanted to relive right now, but could never get them back after all that the two of you had been through. “I used to think that drinking underage, going to every single party together and being prom king and queen was... what it meant to be in love with someone. I thought it was... what? The popularity of being the ‘it couple’ at Constance and St. Jude’s and making people jealous of me? That was not love, Carter. That’s wasn’t love. When I disappeared for fifteen years with no explanation, when I left you hanging... so lost... so confused, so worried... I treated you like crap. I blamed you... for everything- for being my apocalypse, the one who ruined my life. But you... you didn’t even think twice before you jumped in front of that moving car to save my life and I... I get it now. That’s what love is... it’s not... it’s not what I thought it was. It’s what you did for me. I believe you now, Carter. I know that you love me and I know that I never deserved any of it... but I can’t live without you, Carter. I’ve spent fifteen years without you and I can’t spend another second without you, please... wake up... baby, please... please wake up, you can’t leave me now. I can’t live without you, our daughter... you can’t leave behind our daughter. She did nothing wrong to get my messed up self as a mother. Carter, she needs you... Our Carter needs you.”

As you wrapped your arm gently around him, you cried harder as you recalled the last time you had cuddled together like this. It had been the night before you left for Santorini, the same night you had begun suspecting that you might be pregnant.  Seventeen years old you had been that night, unaware that you had indeed been carrying Carter’s child at that very moment you had shared that conversation. That night, the thought of having Carter’s child was very hypothetical. But only a day later, did it become very real.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Chuck Bass’ middle name is Bartholomew? Really?” Carter laughed as he looked over at you, clearly amused by this information as he wrapped his arms around you. “What? Did his dad hate him so much that he felt the need to make that his middle name? Like, I get that he wanted his son to carry on his name and all. But if my name were Bartholomew, the last thing I would do is name my fucking kid after me.”

“Oh don’t you dare tell him that I said that. He’d fucking kill me.” You rolled your eyes at him before shaking your head. “But it’s just his middle name, so I don’t think it’s that much of a big deal. My Pop says that Bart wanted Chuck to take after him, like how he wants me to take after him. All of our parents want us to take after them, right? That’s a given. But I swear, some of the parents... the ones who name their kids after them, they can be so fucking narcissistic.”

“Now that I think of it, it would have been valid if his name were something other than Bartholomew.” He admitted, laughing. “But I should be honest though. If I ever ended up having kids, not that I ever will, I’d totally want my kid to be named Carter. But then again, my name is Carter and not Bartholomew so I don’t really have to worry about ruining my kid’s life with a horrible name.” He gave you a cheeky grin, his hands clutching onto yours as you cuddled together in his bed. “Carter Baizen Jr. The name sure does have a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?”

Looking up at him, you could not help but raise your eyebrow slightly. “I have two things to say to that. One, you’re a fucking narcissist so you wanting to name your kid after yourself really doesn’t surprise me all that much.” You rolled your eyes, laughing softly. “Two, what if you ended up having a girl?”

“Hey, who said that Carter can’t be a girl’s name? Whether I have a boy or a girl, I don’t really care. I’m naming my firstborn Carter and no one can stop me from doing so.”

You laughed as you shook your head. “Yeah, I’d like to know if you’d feel the same way when you’re older though.” You rolled your eyes as you rolled over in bed to face the ceiling. You looked away to avoid his eyes for a moment, your heart pattering against you chest as you finally asked him the question that you had been wanting to ask him all week. “But seriously, Carter, do you ever see yourself having kids?”

He furrowed his eyebrows at you for a moment, clearly not expecting to be asked that question by his one-and-off girlfriend. Not that he did not want to have any children with you, but he knew that the two of you were too young to be parents. You both had your own separate plans for the future, neither of them including children for the moment. “What are you asking, Y/N?”

You let out a sigh as you thought about it for a moment. You feared that if you ended up wording your response the response the wrong way, you would inevitably inform him of your suspicion. You wanted to tell him that you were pregnant when the time was right, but unbeknownst to you that time never came. “I don’t know. Ever since my parents got divorced, I’ve had a lot of questions about what it means to... to be married, to have children, to have a family. My parents told me that their decision to separate was not my fault and that with time they just happened to fall out of love. If they could fall out of love, then what does that make me? Is it really worth having children when there’s a possibility that you could fall out love with the person who you had children with? Should children be burdened to live with the knowledge that their parents didn’t love each other? If you had a kid of your own, would you ever put them in that position?”

“Y/N, come on... what’s gotten into you?” Carter’s lips curled into a frown as he rolled over to wrap his arms around you. “Babe, what’s wrong?”

Your eyes glazed over as you let out a sigh. “Carter, I’m scared. I never wanted any of this. Yes, my parents’ divorce was hard on me but... I was happy for a while. I was hopeful that at least they were making the effort to both be a part of my life, you know? They decided to live in the same house even after their divorce for my sake and I hoped that they would fall back in love again. I was naive and completely dumb for getting my hopes up, I know... But now my father got my mother to jet off to England for a few months so that he can fuck Lily van der Woodsen without a care in the world as if my mother never even existed in his life. If he could just replace her that easily, what does that mean for me? I don’t like that he’s moved on and... the way he’s trying so hard to get her kids to like him... Good God, he bought Serena a car when she doesn’t even drive! It seems like only a matter of time before... Pop replaces me with her.”

“Babe, come on... he’s not going to replace you. I think you’re overreacting a little.” He sighed as he rested his chin against your shoulder, the palm of his hand resting gently against your belly. “I know it’s hard for you to see your dad with someone who’s not your mom. But you know he’s never going to replace you. You’re his daughter. He loves you so much, Y/N. And if you think that he’d ever replace you with Serena, then I’ll have you know you’ll still have me. I’ll never put anyone else before you. I love you.”

“Carter, no –“

“Shhh... it’s okay, babe. Don’t cry... we don’t want you getting a nose bleed now, do we? It’s okay, I got you.” He cut you off, moving his hand over to stroke your arm soothingly. “Babe, you’ve got me. Even if the entire world turned against you, I’ll always be by your side. I love you so fucking much and you’re my one exception. You hear me? I’ll never do you wrong, Y/N.”

“Carter, do you mean that?” You asked him as you wiped away your tears. “You’ll never let me go no matter what happens, right?”

“Y/N, I promise. I won’t ever let you go.” Carter leaned over to kiss the side of your neck. “Even if your father replaced you with Serena, I wouldn’t do such a thing. I love you so fucking much and I would always fight for you.” But a week later, you would come to realize that this was a promise that he could never keep. And even if he had vowed to fight for you, you had not done the same for him.

“Carter...” You whispered, wiping away the tears in your eyes. “Carter, I need you to know that... I forgive you. Even if you might not forgive me when you wake up and find out what I did to you, I forgive you for what you did to me. We were young, stupid and spoiled rotten. We had no idea what we were doing with our lives. But we both... grew up, didn’t we? We both learned some hard lessons in these fifteen years.” You reached your hand to stroke his cheek, a sigh escaping you lips as you felt your heart break. All you could do is hope that he could hear what you were saying to him.

You needed him to hear every word you said. “When I found out that you cheated on me with Serena, it fucking broke my heart. You promised me that you wouldn’t throw me away like... like my Pop almost did. But then you went ahead and did the one thing that you said you wouldn’t do and all the while, I was pregnant with our daughter. I was so terrified to bring her into a world where her parents couldn’t love each other, a world where we would have had to fight each other. I didn’t want her to be caught up in the middle of that, like I was caught up in my own parents’ mess back then. Perhaps, I was too harsh on you both to think that she was better off without a father, but I was right to some extent, Carter. I did what I thought was best for her and getting away from the Upper East Side was the start of that.” You admitted, chuckling softly. “The Upper East Side, although known for its luxury and status, its literal hell. All the money that we have and the never-ending need to maintain your reputation and the gossip... I was all toxic! The money couldn’t always buy us happiness and I wanted our kid to be happy, to be away from this hell.”

“I know that a lot of single mothers had it harder than I did. But I guess I was quite lucky to have my mother’s house. A roof over our heads was one less thing to worry about. I got my van der Bilt family trust fund when I turned 18 to keep me going until I finished school. I didn’t have it hard but... I did my best, you know? I had to give Carter the best life I could. And Carter... well, her full name... is Carter Eleanor Lydia Y/L/N.” A smile crept upon your lips as you said that, and you look over at him in hopes that he was hearing all of his.

“I was going to go with just Eleanor, but then I remembered you telling me that you would name your firstborn after yourself, so...” Laughing softly, you shook your head. “God, I hope you still do feel the same way about that. If you don’t then, I guess you should know that I like that name very much. But Carter... it just seemed like the right name for her when she was born. The moment I held her in my arms for the first time and she looked up at me with those bright blue eyes of hers... Oh my God, she has your eyes, Carter... and she has your mother’s hair. Carter Eleanor Lydia... it was just right.”

You shut your eyes for a moment, rubbing your temples with your free hand. All that crying had caused you to become quite dehydrated. But most importantly, the love that you had hid under the resentment was starting to pour out of you. “Carter, please... wake up. She’s on her way and I don’t know what I’m going to tell her when she gets here and asks for her dad. I need you to be awake and I need you to get better so... so that you could be a part of her life now, Carter. I fucked her over by having her grow up without a dad. She accepted it because she knew from a young age that I did what I needed to do in order to give her a good life. I did my best. I did all that I could do for her, except have her meet her father. I know that deep down she’s always wanted to get to know you but she didn’t force it. She didn’t hold it against me or blame me for her having grow up without a father. The truth is I didn’t want her to know the Carter Baizen who was irresponsible and didn’t care about his own family. I didn’t want her to know the Carter Baizen who was drinking underage and sleeping with literally every girl in the Upper East Side or... doing lines of cocaine and gambling away his father’s money. That’s not... If I’d ever stayed and raised her in New York, I don’t know if you would have been the best father she could have asked for. I didn’t know, Carter. I was terrified then... but now, God, now I want nothing more than for my little girl to meet her dad and... I swear, if you die not knowing that you had a daughter. Carter, I’ll never forgive myself. Please, wake up... wake up and see your daughter when she gets here.”

You leaned over to place a gentle kiss against Carter’s forehead, finally letting go of his hand that you had been holding onto for dear life. You rubbed your sweaty palms together as you let out another sigh, clearing your throat before climbing out of the bed.

As you turned around to look over at the father of your child, he still remained unconscious. While you had felt his chest rise and fall with every breath he took, that along with the beeping sound of the heart monitor let you know that he was still alive. Even after you had lain in bed with him and spoken to him as though he were awake, it seemed as though your words had no effect on him.

You had been on the verge of giving up when you heard the sliding door of the room open. You turned around to see a frowning Caroline enter the room in a hurry.

“Y/N, she’s here... and she’s beautiful.” She pulled you into a hug as she wiped away her tears. “She’s got your smile and my brother’s eyes. She really is the best of you and Carter.”

Your eyes glazed over as you felt your heart pounding against your chest. “Thank you. She’s got some good genes in her, at least on her dad’s side.” You admitted, chuckling nervously. “God, I don’t know how I’m going to explain myself. Now that she’s here, all I can do is hope that she doesn’t lose him as soon as she got him, you know? If he doesn’t wake up, I’d never forgive myself.”

Rubbing your back gently, she let out a sigh. “Maybe she can bring him back...”

Carter Eleanor Lydia found herself trembling as she clutched tightly onto her grandmother’s hand, her anxious heart pattering as she followed her Uncle Nate down the hallway in this unfamiliar American hospital. Having touched down across the pond just an hour ago, she had not expected her first time in the States to be such an emotional event. But she knew that her mother was somewhere in this building, along with the man she’d been longing to meet.

Her whole life she’d dreamt of being able to embrace her father, to let him hold her in his arms and tell her all about his life before she’d become a part of it – if she was even lucky enough to have that. Up until now, the only time she’d seen the face of Carter Baizen was in pictures. Aside from the multiple Forbes’ magazine covers and his interviews with CNN that she’d watched a thousand times now, this would be the first time she would see him in person, and it was certainly not the best time for a first meeting.

“Y/N, there she is...” Nate called out as he noticed you rushing towards him before motioning his niece.

As the fourteen year old looked across the hallway to see you, she felt a sense of relief mixed with fear. “Mom!” She ran as fast as her aching feet would take her, jumping into your arms in a hurry as she began sobbing. “Mom... is he okay? Is he awake? Can I see him? Does he know about me now?” The never-ending questions that flooded through her brain were not making this any easier for her. “Mom, please tell me he’s okay!”

“I got you, baby. I got you...” You sobbed softly as you held your daughter in your arms after weeks of being apart, filled with gratitude to this fucked up universe for at least keeping your daughter alive. “He’s... he’s out of surgery now. But the doctors said that... he hurt his head, so it might take him a while before he wakes up. I don’t know how long that’ll be but all we could do now is wait for him to wake up and then he’ll be okay.”

You pulled back from the hug to look down at you daughter. You had to put on a brave face for her sake. “Do you want to see him now? I know you’re probably tired because you just got off of the plane-”

“No, let me see him now.” She cut you off. “Mom, please...? I want to see him. Mom, may I please see him?”

You nodded your head before looking over at Nate and your mother, sighing softly. “Yeah, you’ve done enough waiting. It’s time for you to finally meet your dad, baby.”

As the two of you walked towards Carter’s hospital room, Caroline stepped out for a moment to give you some privacy. She stood outside the room with your mother and Nate, hoping that her brother would wake up just to meet his daughter.

Your hands were shaking as you held your daughter by her shoulders and led her up to her father’s bedside, your heart beating fast as you sat down on the edge of his bed. “Hey... Baizen, she’s here now. If you’re not going to wake up when Caroline asked you... or because I just poured my heart out to you, I hope you’ll wake up to finally meet your daughter. Fourteen years were too long, I know. But I don’t want the two of you to be apart for any longer and don’t do that to her. Please... wake up, Carter. You need to live to be a part of her life now.” Sighing to yourself, you turned over to your daughter and gave her a nod. “Go ahead, baby. Say hi to your dad.”  

Carter Eleanor let out a nervous sigh as she stepped towards her father, her hands shaking as she finally grabbed onto his. “H-Hey... D-Dad...” It almost came out in a whisper as she finally broke down in tears. The bandages around his head and the wires attached to his body made her realize how serious the accident really was. A part of her was terrified of losing him before she even got to know him. But she was grateful to be able to be in his presence, even though it was fourteen years too late. “Dad, please... wake up and look at me.”

The gentle touch of her tiny fingers against his rough ones was what he had felt at first. The beeping sound of the heart monitor was ringing through his ears. “

Carter could hear her sob, her soft hand clutching tightly onto his as she let a few drops of her tears land against his arm.

"Dad? Dad, please wake up. It's Carter... I-I'm your daughter and I’m here. I want you to know. Please... please, dad... wake up and talk to me."

There was a slight pain in his forehead that he chose to ignore, but he winced slightly. “Y/N...”

"Dad?!"

“Carter!” You gently reached over to stroke his cheek, turning towards the door. “Can one of you get the doctor in here?!”

Your mother gave you a nod before she skipped down the hallway.

He shook his head as he remembered what had happened before he had lost consciousness. "Y/N..." He said, softly. "Y/N, don't... don’t go!" As he struggled to open his eyes, the events of the dreadful accident replayed in his mind, bringing him back to the moment he had witnessed you almost get run over by a moving car, right before he jumped in front of it and pushed you out of the way.

"Carter?! Carter, I'm here..." You were quick to place your hand on top of your daughter's, holding onto his as you watched him slowly open your eyes. "Carter... hey..."

He squinted at the light for a moment, blinking away the blur. His mouth was dry but he could care less. All he could see was that you were sitting right there by his bedside, alive and well. “Y/N... y-you’re okay...”

“Carter, can you hear me?” You called out to him, feeling a huge weight lift from your chest. “Hey, Carter... talk to me. Are you okay? How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay, I’m fine... head... hurts... fine. You’re okay.” He looked over at you, his lips curling into a weak smile at the sight of you. "Y-You bet... you thought you finally got rid of me... didn’t you?" He told you with a soft chuckle, wincing slightly at the pain in his chest. “But it’s not that easy, is it, Y/N?”

"Asshole. You're an asshole." You leaned over to hug him gently, careful not to mess with the wires that were attached to his body. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you shut your eyes for a moment, staying in his embrace a little longer before you pulled away. "And you're an idiot. You're such an idiot for jumping into a moving car that. What were you thinking?!"

"Well, you're not any better, are you?" He asked, laughing softly before he winced at the pain in his chest. “You didn’t watch where you were going... idiot.”

You chuckled softly as you leaned over to kiss the top of his head, wiping away your tears. "I'm glad you're okay, Baizen..."

"I think you still owe me a date... by the way."

"Okay... fine, we'll go in a proper date. But I do prefer staying at home, just me in my pajamas on my laptop."

"Why? Are you scared that I might end up almost dying on you again?" He joked.

You were quick to bring your hand up to his lips and shook your head. “Carter, shut up! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

Carter chuckled as he took your hand with his other one. "Don't worry, I’m not going anywhere now." He said as he finally shifted his gaze towards the fourteen year old girl who stood next to you.

Carter Eleanor Lydia was a spitting image of her father, but she did have some of your physical traits as well. With her hair tied up into a braid, she looked exactly like you when you had attended Constance.

For a moment, the globetrotter wondered if his head injury had caused him to see a hallucination of the younger version of you, the one that he had lost fifteen years ago. But the moment he saw the bright blue eyes of this little girl he was reminded of his own reflection in the mirror every morning. She had his eyes.

"Y-You... you look a bit familiar. D-Do I... know you from somewhere?" He asked his daughter, his brows furrowing as he tried to recall where he had seen her before. She looked oddly familiar to him, yet he couldn’t recognize who she was.

"Carter..." You bit down on your bottom lip, not knowing how to break this to him. “She’s... your daughter. She’s yours.”

He gasped as he turned his gaze towards you, his eyes welling up with tears as he realized what you had been hiding from the last fifteen years. “Y/N... y-you had a baby?”

You nodded, smiling widely. “Yeah... yeah, I did. I had your baby. Carter Eleanor Lydia, named after... you and your mother.”

But the father of your child shook his head. "O-Oh God, I can't... I can’t believe it. I have a baby girl. I can't believe it... she’s really mine?” He smiled, weakly, as the tears continued to slip. “I-I’m her dad?”

You nodded. “Yeah, Carter. You’re her dad...”

“And you named her after me, really? I can’t believe it."

You burst into laughter at his reaction. "You wanted that, you jerk!"

"But I can't believe you still went through with it. Oh my God." He laughed softly before wincing in pain, turning over to look at his daughter as he finally let the tears slip. “You’re my daughter...”

She nodded. “Y-Yeah, I am...”

He reached over to gently stroke her cheek, realizing that she was the legacy that you had taken away from him, just like he had almost taken yours away from you. “Y-You look just like your mother... when she was... when she was younger and a lot less bitchy.”

You rolled your eyes. “Carter!”

Your daughter laughed before shaking her head, leaning over to stoke her father’s cheek. “But she says that I have your eyes.”

Nodding his head, he agreed. “Yeah, you do... because you’re mine. You’re my daughter.”

“Yeah, d-dad... I’m your daughter. I’m Carter Eleanor Lydia Y/L/N-Baizen.” She said before looking over at you. “Mom, I know it’s a long ass name but you’re going to let me legally change it, right? I hope you do. Uncle Nate says that I’m a Baizen and I do want to be a Baizen from now on, if you’d let me.”

You laughed softly before giving her a nod. “You just got here, baby. Let’s give your dad some time to get better and then we can negotiate.”

“Oh yes, I’m sure you would enjoy that. Negotiations are your mother’s strongest suit.” Carter joked, giving you a teasing look.

You shook your head, rolling your eyes once again. “Wow, it looks like someone’s retained his sense of humour even after waking up from brain surgery.” You laughed softly as you reached over to stroke his cheek. “You’re lucky I love you, Baizen.”

“Do you really?” He asked you with his brows raised slightly. “Are you sure you didn’t say that to every other guy you met in London?”

You shrugged your shoulders as you felt your cheeks heat up. “No, you’re my one exception.”

“Carter?” You heard Caroline enter the room, grinning through her tears as she walked up to her brother. “Oh Carter, thank God, you’re okay!”

“Hey, Carebear...” Carter smiled as he reached over to grab onto his sister’s hand. “I’ll be fine and... I’m sorry, I know you’re supposed to be on your honeymoon right now.”

“Bullshit, Carter.” Nate intervened as he walked over to stand behind you, his arms wrapped around you and your daughter’s shoulders. “The honeymoon can wait. But family’s a lot more important.”

“Yeah...” You agreed with a nod of your head. “Family’s a lot more important.”And your family, from now on, included Carter Baizen as well.

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This was my gift for @starautocon for the Obey Me Secret Santa 2020 event! I hope you like it :D

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Star looked at the ground as she sat on the chair. Normally she would be comfortable or feel at home in Lucifer’s room, but this time it was different. She was in trouble.

She didn’t mean to hurt the demon so badly. Not like that. But they were being such assholes, they were practically begging for her to beat them up. Those spoiled brats.

They were this demon gang, some guys who were far too cocky and rude. They used to bully whoever they found were weaker than them. Their leader was a complete asshole, and would always tease any little demon that was around.

Eventually, they decided to make fun of Luke.

Hell no.

They started teasing him whenever they passed him by the hall, or found him alone in the classroom, and of course when Star noticed, she had to intervene.

Still, they hadn’t stopped and had decided to tease her instead.

So they had been getting on her nerves for a while, teasing her and insulting her whenever the demon brothers weren’t near. At one point, it had become too much, and before she knew it, Starbreaker was out and she beat those demons to a pulp. She was far too mad, too angry to even think straight. So she didn’t even flinch as she sliced open her opponents arm with her trusty dagger. Or cut off a demons ear.

Before she could get to the third demon though, Satan and Lucifer quickly came inside the classroom and grabbed her arms, trying to restrain her. While Simeon ushered her away to the nurses office, Star watched from the corner of her eye as Lucifer and Satan turned in their demon forms and made their way to the other demons. She smirked, satisfied that at least Satan and Lucifer were going to make those demons regret their actions.

But that didn’t mean she was going to be let off scot free. Lucifer was definetly mad at her, and she knew she was going to get a long lecture when he opened the office door. The demon brothers never liked her getting into fights, they got worried, which was in a way sweet, but still made Star a bit mad that they didn’t seem to believe she could take care of herself.

When Lucifer came into the room, Star could feel the air grow colder, and she tried to suppress a shiver and keep her face as neutral as possible when Lucifer sat in front of her. He was definetly mad.

His face was pulled into a frown, and his eyes burned with anger. Star only stared back, trying to rebel in her own way. After minutes of silence, Lucifer sighed and ran a hand through his hair, leaning back on his chair.

“Will you explain to me why, when I left you alone for around five minutes, I come back to see you all bruised up fighting with some demons?”

Star glared. “They were being dicks to Luke. I was only trying to defend him, not my fault those assholes turned it into a fight.”

“It seems to me that you don’t understand that you’re in a place surrounded by demons, powerful ones at that-”

“I could still beat them up.”

Lucifer raised his hand and Star went quiet.

“I’m not worried about that. I’m more worried about them causing you any fatal wounds, they could still harm you. Besides that, you could be sent back home. You know if any exchange students are caused or cause harm to anyone,they’ll be sent back. Is that what you want?”

Star clenched her fists. “So did you just want me to stand back and watch as they teased Luke?”

“I’m not saying that, what you should have done is to call us, me or Satan, even Barbatos.”

“Oh sure, and not teach those guys a lesson? If I had called any of you, sure, they would have stopped, but just for a little while. They’ll never understand that even weak people can take care of themselves, and they’ll keep teasing eveeyone. By beating them up, I honestly feel like I did them a favor. Now they’ll think twice when they bully someone.”

“Star you can’t just do this sort of thing and expect no consequences. You should think it through-”

“I DID think it through, seriously do you think I’m that stupid? I did know what the consequences are, and I did it knowing what could happen. You have to understand I can take care of myself.”

“Well, what if the situation had gotten out of control? What would you have done if Starbreaker had come out, and you weren’t able to control the outcome? You could have killed those demons, and I won’t be able to get out of that one. Why can’t you just sit still for a while?”

Star quickly shot up from her seat and grabbed Lucifers collar, and angry aura all around her.

“You can’t tell me what to do, stop treating me like a child Lucifer! Why can’t you just trust me for once, trust that I can do things on my own? I’m so tired of everyone treating me like a fragile doll, like I’m lesser than them. I want to be treated just like everyone else, on equal ground.”

Lucifer glared. “Now listen-”

“No! You listen Lucifer! I’m seriously so done with everyone, why can’t all of you understand, I’m not a child.” Star could quickly feel her anger rising, and that Starbreaker was trying to come out. She was getting real pissed off, especially because Lucifer couldn’t seem to...understand.

Lucifer quickly placed a hand on her shoulder, but Star shoved it away. “Seriously Lucifer! I thought that you could understand, yet you still want to treat me like I’m-like I’m, I don’t know a toddler?! Is that how you see me? Because honestly fuck you Lucifer.”

The room once again became colder, and Lucifer stared at you, his calm facade starting to wear off and his anger beginning to rise. Star realized that what she might have done was probably not the best thing, and she felt goosebumps rise at the back of her neck as Lucifer changed into his demon form and walked over to her.

“You don’t get to talk to me that way. I’m the one that’s taking care of you in the exchange program, therefore you do as I say, and I say that you hop off your high horse and try to understand how your actions could affect you, and the people around you. You ask to be treated as a grown up, yet here you are, throwing a tantrum because of something you did. Honestly it just makes me laugh. Sure, you’re powerful the same way me and my brothers are, but that still doesn’t change that you’re human. And don’t even get me started on how most of the times Starbreaker takes over, you loose control, and you know you do. What if you ended up killing those demons, huh? You would’ve been thrown in jail, maybe worse. You don’t know if they’re part of a bigger gang, if they’re friends with higher and more ruthless demons. What if they all wanted to take revenge on you? Star, I know you’re strong but I’m sure you wouldn’t have been able to fight all of them. They would’ve destroyed you sooner or later.”

Star bit her lip. She knew Lucifer was right, in a way. She didn’t know if those demons had other connections, and she really would have been screwed over if a large group were to attack her.

She only looked at the ground and sighed, then mumbled an apology and left the room. Lucifer didn’t stop her. He seemed to understand that she wanted some time alone,to think things thorough, and to calm down.

Star went up to her room.

.......

Eventually Satan gently knocked Star’s door, and came in. Star was sitting on the bed, still pretty angry, and she didn’t react when Satan sat beside her.

They sat in silence for a while, until Satan spoke up. “Why don’t you try that breathing excercise I taught you before?”

Star sighed but complied and did what Satan told her. They had been doing breathing exercises for about half an hour, and she had to admit that now she felt better.

“Thank you Satan.” She said, as she turned around to look at him. He only smiled and then nodded towards the door. “Well...I’m glad I could help....Lucifer is outside the door, by the way.” Star’s eyes widened and Satan shrugged. “I will leave you two to talk it out. As much as I like to mess with him, I hate it if it’s you who ends up with the short end of the stick. If he says anything hurtful though, feel free to call me so I can punch him. I’ll be in the library.”

Star tried to smile to show how grateful she was. Satan had helped her a lot after all.

Satan opened the door to her room, and just like he said, Lucifer was standing outside, waiting for him to leave. Star couldn’t really tell, but she thought she felt the aura around Satan shift as he passed Lucifer. He was probably giving him a death stare to warm him. Star shuddered.

When Satan was gone, Lucifer closed the door and looked at Star. She was trying her best not to look at him directly though. Finally, after a few moments of awkard silence, Lucifer sighed and sat beside Star in her bed.

“I’m sorry.” He said.

Star sighed. “I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have talked to you like that.”

Lucifer shook his head. “Don’t be. I can understand why you would feel frustrated by the way we’re treating you...you were right. We have been treating you as if you can’t take care of yourself when, you actually can. I want to apologize if it seemed like I didn’t trust you, or as if I thought you were lesser than me. You’re not. I just...I really worry Star.”

“I know...but you have to let me do things for myself. I appreciate your help, but there are thing that I prefer doing on my own.”

“You just have to take better care of yourself Star. You can’t keep throwing yourself at every demon you see.”

Star opened her mouth to protest but Lucifer held up his hand. “Listen. It’s not because I’m afraid that you won’t come out alive or something of the such. I know you are strong. I’m just afraid that there will be a time where you will find someone who’s able to beat you. Not only that, I’m afraid that...you will be taken away. You know the rules of the exchange program, and if you fight other demons, no matter who ends up getting hurt, you will be brought back to earth. We just can’t allow anything bad to happen...and I don’t want you to go away...”

Star looked at Lucifer, wide eyed and blushed a bit. Lucifer had never been one to express his feelings like...like that. Honestly Star had never seen him so vulnerable. It was kind of cute in a way, yet her heart ached as she thought about what she had done. Lucifer was just trying to protect her, but not because he didn’t think she couldn’t do it herself, but because he didn’t want her to leave.

Star gently placed a hand on Lucifer’s shoulder. “I’m really sorry.” She whispered.

Lucifer shook his head, and then leaned his forehead against hers. “You’re just...you’re really important to me. Did you know that? You have changed me and my brother’s lives so much. You have become part of our family, and while doing that you somehow managed to bury yourself deep into my heart. And now I don’t want to let you go.”

Star felt herself blush as she looked up at Lucifer. “I...I really like you Lucifer. I really do. I’m so sorry for...for not being considerate about your feelings...you were trying to take care of me. Thank you. I will never leave you. I promise that I’ll behave.”

Lucifer smirked and in a playful tone replied, “you better, or next time I’m hanging you from the ceiling like Mammon.”

Star gasped. “You do that and I will actually destroy you.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

The both of them smiled, and spent the rest of the evening cuddling. While Star couldn’t really promise not to stop fighting at all, she did say that she would try to control herself a bit more.

Thankfully the demons didn’t come back the next day. Or the next. Or the next. Star wondered what could’ve happened to them, but neither Lucifer or Satan answered her questions. It was until one morning that she heard some classmates talking about the issue. They were both whispering, saying that Lucifer may or may not have done something to them (theories were that he made them carry a Boulder for a thousand years, or that he made them hang upside down for a long time. Others went to other extremes though, saying that Lucifer had literally banished them from existence.) Lucifer never confirmed or denied, but he did say that whatever had happened to them,they deserved. After all, he never really forgave them for hurting Star.

They also became a lot more closer, since Lucifer would spend more time with Star. She felt a bit offended thinking that it may have been because he still didn’t trust her to take care of herself, but she also couldn’t stop feeling that it was maybe because he wanted to be with her all day. And that thought always made her feel giddy. Sometimes alucifer would catch her looking at him (probably because she was still trying to figure out what the hell he wanted) and he would smile at her, this warm, loving smile. And Star would always smile back.

The end!

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6, 7, 8, 12, and 19 for the ask meme thing maybe?

Hi! Thanks for the question!

6: What are the traits of your ideal whumpee? So I have...many. I can honestly whump a lot of different types of characters, but in whumpy scenarios I tend to have specific things/reactions that need to happen. Firstly, I know this isn’t original at all, but I love it when they don’t like to admit something is wrong. Most often because they don’t want to inconvenience others or they feel they aren’t worth it, occasionally masked with pride or acting tough. The more emotionally vulnerable/fragile the whumpee is, the better, whether they hide it or are just openly A Mess doesn’t matter so long as it’s there. Whumpees who are on the quieter side are good too. Also weirdly specific, but I tend to like whumpees who are like...canonically short? It just makes them so much more Smol. Anyway - 

7: What are the traits of your ideal  whumper? Honestly, I tend to prefer whump without a whumper. Sickfics are my go to thing, and other “natural causes” type whump. However, if a whumper is involved, I think it’s great when they know exactly how to get under the whumpee’s skin. They know all their worst fears and things they hate about themselves and can casually mention them in such a way that just breaks the whumpee but they can pretend they don’t even notice.

8: What are the traits of your idea caretaker? I really love it when the caretaker doesn’t know the whumpee very well (whether this is true in canon or we’re au-ing it) and the whump situation is how they meet. Whumpee’s needs and wants are a mystery to them, and they don’t know exactly how to take care of them at first. But they grow closer throughout the story, of course. I also have a fondness for rough older sibling-type characters who deeply care about the whumpee but usually don’t show it, and only treat them gently if their situation is very, very bad (gotta love those scenes where a normally gruff character suddenly gets worried and starts treating the whumpee with a  kindness they usually don’t, because they’ve gotten that badly sick/hurt). 

12: Why do you love whump? Well isn’t this a loaded question! I think I love it so much because I’m an empathetic person, and I kind of get these “empathy highs” so to speak. I like having that “I’m so sorry for you and want to take care of you” feeling, but in the safe setting of fiction so I don’t have to be genuinely worried about anyone. So I crave scenes where just that is happening - my favourite character getting taken care of and comforted, but those scenes are naturally most often proceeded by something happening to the character that causes them to require care. Also I just like to see cute characters at their most vulnerable, okay??/

19: Who are your favourite whump bloggers? Tag them! This is super hard because I honestly like so many and am afraid I’m going to leave someone out. Nevertheless, here are some I always like the content of: @whumpster-dumpster, @the-wandering-whumper, @illness-and-injury, @whoopsitswhump , @mypoorfaves, and @justwhumpythings  , but there are many more!!