#i want to force people to look at the sunset one though i spent time on that lol

[lqvesoph]

She’s WHOSE daughter??? || LN4

lando norris x webber!reader

summary: Quali day in Melbourne also means some secrets are being spilled…

part 1 | part 2 | part 4 | part 5

masterlist | taglist

Part 3

The flight to Melbourne was only about three hours. Three hours that Daniel spent sleeping while Lando and you talked about god and the world.

He told you a lot about his family, his parents and siblings and his two little nieces. Your heart swelled a little at the pictures of him holding the two girls on vacation last summer.

You glanced over at Daniel and then turned your gaze to the British boy next to you.

"So, I was thinking-"

"So, about today morning-"

The two of you started at the same time, chuckling and looking down. "You go first", you quickly said, wanting to hear what Lando had to say first.

"About this morning, I… I really like you. I feel like I know you, which is pretty strange considering the fact we haven’t known each other that long. But I wanna get to know you more because… I really like you", he spoke, shyly glancing at you, only to find you smiling at him.

"I would love that, Lando", you smiled, reaching to grab his hand and interwind your fingers. "Can we please keep it low when people are around though? Because I really need to tell Oscar first before he finds out from stupid gossip pages and I don’t think his home race is the place to tell him that I’m dating his teammate", you chuckled at the last sentence.

Lando nodded in understanding and pulled your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles lightly. "That’s totally fine by me", he smiled, dropping your interlaced hands back into your lap.

*~*~*~*~*~*

"What on earth are you doing here??", your best friend called when he spotted you lingering in the back of the Mclaren garage. He quickly signaled his engineer that he’d be back shortly before walking over to you.

"You’re not even wearing any sort of Red Bull colour", Oscar stated after he looked you over once, mustering the white summer dress and lack of Red Bull hat.

"C’mon, I can’t go ‘round parading Red Bull as an Australian at the Australian Grand Prix, especially not when my best friend who’s also Australian drives for a different team", you chuckled, your eyes finding Lando’s for a second who still stood in front of the computer, looking at data along with his engineer. He sent you one of his adorable little smiles before shifting his attention back to work.

"I think this is honestly the first time you’ve ever stood inside here for more than 5 seconds and without me forcing you", Oscar chuckled.

Before Oscar could drag you to his side of the garage, Lando showed up behind him, a wide grin on his face.

"And who do we have here, Red Bull’s princess in papaya", he smirked. Your smile immediately brightening at the sound of his voice. "Well we’re not as far as me actually being IN papaya, I’m colour neutral today", you replied, making Lando raise his eyebrows before pulling his Mclaren hat off and pushing it down on your hair in a quick motion.

"Heyy!", you protested with a giggle and tried to slap his arm away. "That looks way better, wouldn’t you say Oscar?", the brit laughed and turned to his teammate, whose invisible question mark was getting bigger and bigger.

Thankfully his race engineer called him back before he could pose any of his million questions. But that didn’t mean that he didn’t still keep his eyes on the two of you, catching the gentle squeeze Lando gave your hand, that held on longer than necessary.

📍Melbourne, Australia

tagged: landonorris, oscarpiastri, danielricciardo, ybsf

yn.adams: Feels great to be back in Australia and especially at Albert Park!! Quali up next🏎️

comments:

landonorris: Loads of papaya right here🧡

> landonorris: Even a papaya sunset🤭

> fan: How did he convert her over to McLaren???

> fan: That d must me hella good if she’s willing to change teams…

oscarpiastri: How am I only posted once???

> fan: Oscar asking the important questions!!

> fan: Fr tho how did she post Lando 3x??

danielricciardo: I’m sorry, is that papaya I see there??

kellypiquet: You look absolutely gorgeous!!

> yn.adams: Luv uuuu

ybsf: THE BEACH PICTURE!!

liked by landonorris

fan: That’s a lot of papaya for you, miss🤨

fan: Posting Lando 3x in one post…

fan: Daniel with the truck LMAOOO

fan: Not a single photo from the Red Bull/RB garange🫣

> fan: Lando be turning her into a Mclaren fan

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*~**~*

Your heart swelled with pride when you saw Lando jump up to P4 on the leader board, your smile just slightly getting bigger. You clapped your hands a few times, celebrating Max’s pole with the other crew members but secretly also Lando’s good starting position for the race tomorrow.

You quietly hushed out of the garage to walk down the paddock to Mclaren, waiting for Lando to arrive.

"Heyy!", he called with a laugh. You giggled and opened your arms for him. His curls were slightly damp from the sweat but you pushed your fingers through them anyway as his arms wrapped around your waist.

"I’m proud of you!", you muttered for only him to hear and felt him smile and squeezed your hip. "Thank you", he smiled and pulled back.

"You wanna come inside?", Lando then asked, nodding towards the papaya hospitality. You hesitated for a second but nodded and resisted the urge to grab the driver’s hand.

He smiled for a few pictures and waved at fans before opening the door for you.

"Lando, debrief is at 6", Jon reminded Lando before said boy grabbed your hand and dragged you towards his driver room.

He pushed the door shut behind you and unzipped his orange race suit, the black fireproof coming to show.

"These are so hot", you muttered, letting your intrusive thoughts take over as you trailed your fingers along his chest. Lando chuckled and pulled you closer by the waist. "You wanna take ‘em off?", he joked teasingly but the glint in his eyes told you he really wouldn’t mind if you did.

You chuckled and pulled his lips on yours, his tongue finding its way into your mouth shortly after. Lando pushed you back until the back of your knees hit the couch and he let you down on his carefully, all while letting his hands roam up and down your body.

You whined when he sucked the gentle skin on your neck, his hand coming to rest on the back of your thigh. You put your hands on either side of his face and pulled him back up so your lips could touch again.

"Lando, have you seen- oh wow, that’s why you didn’t come to congratulate me!"

The door opened, making you push Lando away from you and scrambling up to sit straight on the couch.

Oscar stood in the doorway, putting his hands on his hips. "Respect, mate. I didn’t think you’d be brave enough", he said, turning his gaze to Lando.

You squeezed your eyes shut, praying that your best friend would keep his mouth shut.

"Huh?", Lando asked, a confused expression gracing his face. "Just because Mark has always been against his daughter dating drivers, I mean I tried when I first met her but respect mate", Oscar kept talking, now crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"Mark?", Lando questioned, his confusion growing as the seconds passed. You silently begged Oscar to finally quit talking but he didn’t catch on.

"Mark, her dad? Mark Webber", Oscar explained, now confused as well.

"Your dad is Mark Webber?", Lando called, turning his head to you.

Just then your phone chimed with a new message.

dad: What’s going on with you and Lando?

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[nicarnelian]

as we meet under the blue sky, you smile.

₊˚⊹ featuring: narumi gen x fem! reader

₊˚⊹ summary: the wide blue sky hovers above the both of you as moments of your lives unfold under it, from being children to adults.

₊˚⊹ word count: 1.2k

₊˚⊹ warnings: none! a bit ooc narumi (hES TOO CALM HERE!)

₊˚⊹ author’s note: not beta read! and english is not my main language ;(( anwww, first fic here, and this is in commemoration of his butchered anime design! i had a vision that narumi was this one academic achiever who just wanted praise from a family or his orphanage caretakers (at the very least). anw, the fic is kinda inspired from lilas by sawanohiroyuki! have a great time reading! <3

the moment child! narumi resided in an orphanage, he spent months crafting himself to become his utmost best. he amassed medals and certificates left and right from numerous competitions. the other children would often describe him as a "monster" with his obsession with awards; however, narumi had always thought that maybe, just maybe, someone would recognize his efforts, applaud him, and perhaps praise him on all of his achievements.

but, the moment he had come to realize that it were efforts that the world had valued rather than the ends of such, narumi... simply stopped caring altogether.

he snapped out of his daze once he felt something heavy dangling on his neck. a medal. again. ah... yes, he won a competition. again.

he heard a swift 'congratulations!' from the same bearded-man who placed that medal on him. quickly, though, the adult turned his attention to the boy beside narumi. second runner up, the placard read. yet, the sobbing boy was showered with more compliments than narumi ever received in his whole life.

why do i have to work hard just for nothing? he often asked himself, staring at yet another medal he would likely shove into his bag after the ceremony. he took a glimpse at the scene of the bearded-man and his rivals beside him. narumi looked down towards the floor and glanced towards the blue sky outside the windows, forcing himself to distract his weary eyes. after the ceremony, he ran away towards the orphanage.

basking in the orange sunset as the blue sky was no more, the children often ran around the playground, playing with all of the caretakers. but, narumi preferred to either: one, study lectures or practice sports until he deems it enough and two, if he's doing nothing he would rather stay on his bed and contemplate about his seemingly hopeless life. and, narumi chose the latter today.

he sat on his bed with his back against the bed’s headboard; then, he pulled his knees close to his chest. narumi stared at his bag lying at the foot of his bed, the medal inside teasing him with its golden shine. he heaved a sigh, and buried his head on his knees. i'm hopeless...

he was drowning himself with anxiety as he catastrophized his situation dreadfully. not until he felt someone poking his arm. he looked up and saw a girl, probably younger or the same age as him.

"what?" narumi said. his gaze lingering on her as he noticed she was hiding something behind her back. you flinched under his scrutinous eyes, and hurriedly laid a piece of cupcake on his bed.

his eyes widened at the treat, and stared back at you. you easily flinch whenever he looks at you. the comments that people would say about him created this untouchable and unbreakable impression that others had on him, making people tend to avoid him. but, you were trying to break through that barrier. you mustered up all of your courage and squeaked, "congratulations!" with a nervous smile plastered on your face.

and narumi could read you like an open book. you were too nervous around him, were you blackmailed or forced to this? he thinks. but, for some reason, he felt warm with this small gesture and... he smiled. a rare, soft one.

you slipped into his life and made it better, which he wouldn't admit outloud. while he still busied himself, creating walls of that would hide his vulnerability in secrecy, you were the only person he had shown every side of him to. you had helped him understand himself more, helped him appreciate himself more.

the both of you would often be together after gifting him that cupcake. he would play swing with you, almost tossing you to the air, and earning gentle scolds. he would also read you stories and teach you from time to time. and, he would also talk about how he did not know what he wanted to be in the future, while you, in the otherhand, clumsily attempted to recreate hikari shinomiya's salutes — narumi hardly cared because he doesn't know the person, as you persistently expressed yourself to be a "commander of blahblahblah division."

a few years passed and it was a pleasant day, with the blue sky hovering above, and trucks of the defense force lined up, deploying new faces of new soldiers to japan's defense force base — and present! narumi thought your posture and stance improved.

he smiled as you saluted a couple of meters in front of him. in a few months after breaking into narumi's small life and becoming close with him, you were adopted.

he remembered how you cried and latched to him, as you did not want to leave him. he gave you one, last tight hug before forcing your hands to let his shirt go. he gave your forehead a little, haste peck — something he never did to anyone; but, would never regret doing to you.

it would take more than a decade to pass before meeting with him again. you lived and trained overseas and came back to japan as a representative of another country with a rank of official commander with your very own division.

"narumi, remember to show respect. she has one of the highest released forces in their defense force. their heart and brain. her name's—" hasegawa began to introduce you, but narumi cut him off. the names of other officials held little interest for the first division commander, which was why hasegawa rushed to introduce you and your background to him.

but, he would never overlook those defining features no matter how much they’ve matured — his mind would subtly draw you in his dreams at night as well.

he glanced between you and the man beside you, whom he assumed was your vice-captain, and began walking towards your direction, catching hasegawa off guard with his sudden movement as narumi closed the distance between both of you.

narumi, towering over you by a head, returned your salute and introduced himself for formalities, "commander of the first division, narumi gen."

and, you don't have to introduce yourself because narumi forced himself to never forget you. he etched every single detail and memory he had of and with you in his mind. he could not afford to forget you; he would loathe himself if he did.

you smiled at his introduction and thought, it really is him. "commander of the second division, y/n l/n."

the both of you stare at each other, with many years to catch up with, and perhaps, more of which to create memories and stand by each other until the end of time.

"it has been a while, hasn't it, narumi-kun?”

under the blue sky and the cool breeze playing between you, your voice unconsciously made narumi softened, who smiled and nodded immediately to your words without a moment's hesitation. "it truly has."

the sky bore the same shade of blue as it did during narumi's first interaction with you, when you left him, and now as you reunited and smiled with each other once again, as commanders.

[writtenfangirl]

Dancing

A short one this time! I just wanted to write a really fluffy piece without drama although, yes there is a very small conflict if you squint hard enough. I wanted to write another fic that made me feel good just cause life's been extra hard lately.

Although I have a ton of ideas for this one so a sequel if people really enjoy this. I briefly wondered making Y/N be Lady Whistledown and pairing her up with my favorite Bridgerton brother to see what would happen.

TW: People being mean. Gossiping mamas. Cressida Cowper mention.

The ball, as most balls tended to be as the night waned, had grown stale and boring. The dancing had ceased despite the wonderful string quartet that played their music and people had broken off to their own parties. As the guests become accustomed to the taste of alcohol, words began to flow with reckless abandon. 

“Did you hear? Viscount Dotsfield has a bastard with a scullery maid!”

“The Earl of Blackfield is said to engage in… relationships with Sir Lockling.”

“There are rumors going around that one of the Colton daughters has a French paramour whose name is Ravilli. An ambassador of sorts…”

Gossip is what fueled the ton, the very lifeblood that had men and women of varying ages coming to these balls in the first place. No one in the ton wanted to be caught unaware and one could never be too careful of the rumors that could be fabricated about you. According to Y/N’s mama, the only people who didn’t come to balls and to the gatherings hosted by members of the ton were those of them whose reputations were in ruins. You were either gossiping or you were the one being gossiped about. 

So she came and endured even if she was bored out of her mind. 

It wasn’t anything she wasn’t use to anyway. She was a woman and women were seen and not heard. Not only that, but she was a wallflower. Wallflowers were hardly seen at all.

“Lady Y/L/N.”

She knew that familiar voice, smooth and deep yet somehow still bright. If sunsets could speak, Y/N imagined they would have his voice.

“Mister Bridgerton,” Y/N said as she spun around, hiding her smile behind her bejeweled fan. “I half expected you to have taken your leave by now.”

“Under usual circumstances, I might have. But I have yet to dance with the most beautiful girl in the room.” Benedict said with a crooked smile. “And my mother has always told me that dancing is one of men’s greatest assets to encourage affection.”

“There’s hardly anyone dancing,” Y/N said bashfully.

“All the better reason to do so.”

Y/N wasn’t naive. She knew Benedict was only speaking to her because his mother asked him too. She’d always rather liked Lady Bridgerton and she had a penchant for forcing her sons to dance with the wallflowers. At every ball Y/N attends, her dance card, though usually empty, always had three names: Anthony Bridgerton. Benedict Bridgerton. Colin Bridgerton. 

And there was no man who made he heart beat faster than Benedict Bridgerton himself. Because it was Benedict who offered to fill up all of the other spaces in her dance cards even though he didn’t have to.

All the Bridgerton brothers were kind to her but Benedict was more than that. Anthony and Colin were polite but Benedict laughed with her and conversation flowed between them like water from a fountain. And though she knew Benedict was unlikely to return her feelings, she occasionally let her delusions run wild. She often spent her days imagining what their future would look like. Would their children have his eyes or hers? Their hair would probably be different too. And their noses—

“Y/N?”

Blast! What a bloody idiot! She shouldn’t have let her mind wander like that! And now Benedict was looking at her expectantly with those luminous blue eyes and she couldn’t focus her mind to remember what it is he’d asked of her.

“Yes?” She asked, fighting to stop herself from sounding so breathy.

“Excellent,” Benedict grinned with an outstretched hand. 

The dance. She’d forgotten about the dance!

She briefly wondered if she could find a way out of it. Getting on that dance floor would shift everyone’s focus on to them and she already knew what people would say. 

“The Bridgerton charity case.”

“Of all of the young ladies, he chose her?”

“He deserves better.”

She glanced around nervously. Everyone else was too engrossed in their own conversations to pay them any heed but those conversations would instantly stop the moment she and Benedict stepped on the dance floor alone. 

And she knew that if she were to reject Benedict’s advances, her mother would kill her. Though Anthony was but a Viscount, his fortune was considerable large. His father before him had managed their estate well and Anthony was known to make cunning investments that grew their already large fortune, a fortune that would also provide cushy lives for the rest of his brothers. Perhaps not the large estate of a Duke but certainly nothing to scoff at. And Y/N didn’t doubt for one second that the rest of the Bridgerton brothers weren’t as smart as Anthony was when it came to their finances. 

It’s why Y/N had constantly heard her mother’s say, “you will marry a Duke or a Bridgerton. Anything less is unacceptable.”

Luckily for Y/N, her mother wasn’t around to see her reject Benedict. 

Still, with the way Benedict looked at her, it was hard to say no. 

“Just one dance,” Y/N ceded with a sigh, slipping her gloved hand onto his. 

His smile widened considerably. “You mustn’t be nervous.”

“Easy for you to say,” Y/N huffed. “You look perfect everywhere you go.”

“Oh?”

Damn. Damn damn damn. Damn the world. Damn herself. And damn Benedict Bridgerton. 

“You think I look perfect?” He asked, cocking a brow in question. 

“U-uh, I m-mean, that is to say, I don’t—“

“You truly must calm your nerves, my lady,” Benedict said with a chuckle as he pulled her to her feet and led her to the dance floor. “I am only teasing.” 

Y/N could hear the stream of gossip stop as members of the ton watched them. There was a pregnant pause and then the chatter began once again. She couldn’t hear the full conversations but she heard enough. 

“…fat…”

“…ugly…undeserving…”

“…he is too kind…”

It made Y/N want to curl up into a ball so that the earth may open up and swallow her whole. 

“Pay them no heed,” Benedict muttered as he pulled her close, his hand resting on the small of her back as his other hand found hers. “Focus only on us. And tonight, you look beautiful.”

“Only tonight?” Y/N joked in a bid to ease the coil of tension tightening around her core. 

“Every night.” Benedict’s tone was too serious to be called teasing. 

Soon the new music started, washing away the ton’s horrible words. She could still feel their watchful eyes on her skin, felt the way they judged her. 

“Focus on me,” Benedict muttered before he began their dance by swaying them back and fort.

She let the music fill her, weaving through the muscles in her body. Their dance was a complicated one and though she wasn’t an accomplished dancer by any sense of the word, with Benedict leading it was hard to fail. 

In and out, push and pull, with complicated lifts and turns yet somehow always finding their way back to each other. It was as if their bodies were magnetized, attracted only to the other. As the music swelled, she forgot all about the gossiping ton and their prying eyes. Instead she only felt Benedict’s body heat, the hard chords of muscles hidden beneath his jacket, his hands steady around her waist. 

His gaze on her felt soft, like staring at the afterglow of of dusk. She was never much of a drinker but Benedict always had the ability to make her feel drunk, as though each of her inhibitions left her the moment his luminous blue eyes landed on her. 

When the last notes of the song echoed between them and Y/N and Benedict detached from each other to curtsy and bow at one another, the entire ballroom erupted into applause. 

A soft gasp left Y/N’s lips. She’d completely forgotten about the ton watching them with Benedict commanding all of her attention. 

She raised her head, meeting Benedict’s eyes once more. 

“You were marvelous,” Benedict muttered with a grin as he took her hand and placed a chaste kiss against it before leading her out of dance floor. The ton’s eyes had grown less hostile and more appreciative on and, for the first time in a long time, Y/N felt exhilarated. 

“I would like to call on you tomorrow, Ms. Y/L/N.” Benedict said, letting his voice be carried throughout the ballroom. His words brought on another wave of whispers. “If you would let me?”

Y/N was absolutely sure she would be the center of gossip tomorrow. Perhaps until the end of the season if Benedict’s intentions are what she thought them to be. 

To call on her would mean Benedict would like to get to know her better, to suss out if she would make a good wife or not. And with him a Bridgerton and her a lowly Y/L/N, they would make waves with the ton. She could practically feel Cressida Cowper glaring daggers at her back.

But she didn’t care about that right now. She was still riding the high of their beautiful dance. She was no great beauty, that much was true. But with Benedict, she felt beautiful. And his opinion mattered to her more than the Queen’s and the whole ton’s combined.

“Of course you may call on me, Mr. Bridgerton,” she said graciously, ignoring her fast beating heart. “I’ll have the cook prepare that raspberry marmalade you enjoy so much.”

Benedict grinned. “I am much obliged. I shall see you tomorrow. I hope you have a good evening.” He took her hand again, placing another gentle kiss on her knuckles before he straightened and walked away.

[crimsononiarataki-archive]

@cpirits asked: [KISS MEME] 💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋 // from Gorou

The Oni's clawed hands were gripping Gorou by the hips, holding the considerably smaller male against his groin as they kissed one another as if their lives depended on it. How exactly had it gotten to this point? He wasn't sure, and given the little whimpers and other noises he was eliciting from Gorou, it was doubtful he'd recall either. It wasn't as if they spent no time around one another, they'd fought side by side a few times in the past and had more than a couple small conversations as well, but nothing had ever given the taller male the idea that something like this would happen between the two of them.

After all, most people assumed that the General of Watatsumi Island's forces had a thing for someone else. Someone who was likely human, or much closer to being one than the Oni who currently had his tongue all but down the General's throat. It was somewhat messy, a bit noisy too, but luckily, it seemed that whatever was going on nearby was covering up any noises the two happened to be making. That was likely a blessing in disguise at this point. A clawed hand would slide from the smaller male's hip to his ass where the Oni would pinch and squeeze the flesh there. Though his clothing, of course, for now, at least.

He'd eventually pull back from the kiss, a trail of saliva connecting them until he chuckled and licked his lips, sunset eyes meeting Gorou's blue ones. The had that had been assaulting the smaller male's backside would move to grip his chin so the General couldn't look away or attempt to hide his face in the larger male's shoulder.

"Do ya really have any fuckin' idea what you're doin' to me right now, pup?"

The Oni would chuckle before grinning rather widely, just what could he possibly be planning? After all, they WERE in public, or semi-public, and as much of a troublemaker as the considerably taller of the two was, he knew better than to start anything more than touching and kissing anywhere in public. Or, at least where they could get caught. He'd much rather not ruin Gorou's reputation, after all, he DID respect the smaller male quite a bit. Even if he didn't always act like he did.

"You're gonna have to tell me what ya want, even though I know you're more than capable of tellin' just what all those cute little noises I got from ya did to me."

To get his point across, he'd be sure to push Gorou down against his groin, where the General would be able to FEEL just what sort of effect the kissing and noises had on the Oni. The slight grin would turn downright fucking feral there after a moment, and the larger male would even shiver slightly.

[krowfics]

A Little Bored (Drabble)

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ship: prinxiety

Plot: Roman was bored. Except he had Virgil on his lap so he wasn't that bored

Words: 521

Notes: Randomly selected characters and randomly generated prompt from here - the prompts was: Person B showing Person A some of their favorite viral videos/memes.

i did not proofread as much as normal but its fine i think probably

AO3

~~~

Roman was maybe a little bored. Not that he'd ever admit it, not if it meant he'd risk losing the warm pressure of Virgil against him. His legs were swung over Roman's and his back was partially pressed to Roman's shoulder and chest. Roman's arms were wrapped around him, one around his back with a hand landing on his hip and the other across his thighs to hold him securely in place. Virgil's hands rested on his own lap, making the phone he was holding lean on Roman's arm, but tilted in a way so both of them could see him scrolling through tumblr. But as much as he appreciated a good cuddle, it didn't change the fact that he was kind of bored.

It had started with Roman wanting to whisk Virgil away, to an adventure, to a picnic, to a stroll through the imagination, anything. And Virgil had softly, nervously responded, with his shoulders tense and his eyes glued to the floor, that he didn't think he could handle doing much more than just sitting down right now. 

So sit, they did.

Roman wasn't disappointed, exactly, though sitting still had never really been his forte. He really would rather spend time with Virgil than not, even if that did mean sitting on the couch and getting showed Virgil's favorite memes and textposts he'd reblogged rather than something more exciting like slaying dragons or at least watching the sunset on a picturesque picnic blanket with a buffet's worth of fine dining.

And the tumblr posts were mildly entertaining for a while, until Virgil eventually turned away from his own reblogs and simply went off his dashboard, which was far more hit or miss on the comedy side of things. It seemed like multiple people he was following had doomscrolled in various fandom tags and now Virgil spent most of his time constantly scrolling until he found a post he decided was worth reading.

And well, Roman had stopped paying attention a while ago, and was feeling a mild buzz of antsiness. If he had wanted to get up and do something else on his own, Virgil would let him with little complaint, he knew. But Roman really didn't want to move, even if his only entertainment was the soft warmth and pressure of his darling Stormcloud in his arms.

He glanced down at Virgil's hands, his thumb's movement paused, apparently having found a post worth reading. A few moments passed and... Virgil probably would be done reading now, scrolling along to the next post within a second. But he didn't.

Roman tilted slightly, careful to not jostle the other side, so he could get a better look at his face. He found it perfectly calm and relaxed, his eyes shut gently and mouth barely parted, breathing even breaths. When Roman wasn't paying attention, he had fallen asleep, practically curled up like a cat against roman and very firmly assigning him to pillow duty.

Roman wouldn’t be moving for a while, he realized, but he couldn't find it in himself to mind. Maybe he wasn't that bored in the first place.

~~~

a/n im forcing myself to write drabbles even though i dont super like writing them in hopes to get over writers block also hi guys its been so long

@flowercrownsandtrauma hi taglist buddy its been sooo loong im sorry, i would completely understand if you'd wanna be removed, ik fandoms change and stuff its been like a year lol

[ithaquasbbg]

So.. I will get to requests, but I’m doing a challenge with a disc server to write one Itha fic every day this month.. so that will be prioritized. I think I’ll do one req every other day, or maybe every day still :)

“Once a hero, now a villain”

Pairing : Morningstar Ithaqua! x lol the reader is dead and he’s sad. This is a sort of “character study” of who Morningstar could have been prior to the trailer, before he had become as crazy as he is currently. : D

Helel stands at the foot of your grave, flowers in hand. There’s a moment of silence before he sits down in front of the gravestone, tracing the outline of your name with his finger. “I wonder if you were to see me now, darling, would I still be your hero?”

He sighs and shakes his head, looking down at the wedding rings on his fingers, he had saved yours. Helel had saved almost everything that belonged to you, to save the memory. Perhaps it was also to save the memories of when he was still your “hero”, when he was your world.

The memories of you two are so precious to him, but seem to slowly becoming less and less him, more of a person he used to be. He still remembers your voice, your touch. Even your last few conversations..

….

You sit next to Helel next to the River, staring off at the sunset. He’s anxious, you can tell, so you offer him a gentle kiss on the cheek. “Are you thinking about tomorrow?” You ask, seeing Helel nod. He wasn’t usually a quiet person, so current silence was out of the ordinary.

“What if tomorrow turns out badly, (name)? What if I fail and you get hurt?” He grabs onto you, holding you close. “All I want is to protect all the people who are hurting under my brothers rule but.. I cannot fathom losing you in the process.” This is the first time he’s voiced his worries on the topic, and it took you by surprise.

“You won’t be losing me, my love.” You respond, cupping his cheek with your hand. “And even if you did, I’d die with you as my hero. Nothing could ever change that, Helel.” He smiles weakly, still unsure of what was to come, though he seems calmed by what you said. “I’ll do my best to keep you safe..” he whispers, leaning his head on your shoulder as the two of you stare off into the sunset.

….

“Helel, look at me” You snap your fingers in front of his face, holding his wounded body close to you as the last of The Suns soldiers are forced to submit. He opens his eyes, a look of pain visible on his bruised face.

“What were you thinking, Helel?” You hold him close, tears flowing down your face. “You could have died. Your brother could have killed you.” There’s a moment that passes where he doesn’t say anything, until he looks up at you with a weak smile. “But he would have hurt you, darling. I could never allow that to happen.”

The two of you stay together for a while in silence, holding each other tight as you come down from the height of the battle. “Even if I had gotten hurt, you would still be my hero, you would still be the hero of everyone you managed to free today..” You slowly help him up, allowing his injured frame to lean against yours as you walk to the closest medic. “(Name), I will always be your hero, right?”

….

The weeks spent on the throne had not been kind to Helel’s mental state. His behavior was becoming erratic, his paranoia worsening. On this specific night he wakes up in a fit of panic, grasping his chest as if his heart may come out.

“(Name), (name)!” He shakes you awake, sobbing as he holds you tightly. “Helel?” You look up at him confused, slowly reaching your hand up to wipe his tears. “You’re not dead.. thank god” He’s still crying, though it’s not as awful as it had been just a moment ago. “I thought those rebels got you.. I thought I lost you” He’s still breathing quickly, though is calmed by the knowledge that you’re not truly dead, that it had been a dream.

This wasn’t the first time an incident like this had occurred in the last few weeks. In fact, almost every night. Since Helel had overthrown his brother, he had woken up in the middle of the night, afraid that somebody had killed you, afraid that he had failed you. “I’m supposed to be your hero, (name). He says, holding you tight once he calms down enough to lay back down. “But those dreams.. they make me fear that I failed you, that when you needed me the most, I failed you.”

His fear of failure had always been horrible, especially in the early days of his exile when you had first met Helel. But, they had never gotten this bad. “Helel, my moon, it’s okay.” You kiss his forehead, trying to comfort him the best you possibly could. “You have not failed me. You will never fail me.”

….

“(Name)…” He holds your hand while he watches your sleeping body, the one he knew was never going to wake up again. The rebels had gotten you, just as he had feared. After an argument, you had left to go to the gardens to cool off, and next thing he knew, you were laying on the ground screaming.

You had begged him to not let you die yet, that you wanted to grow old with him. Though it doesn’t seem like that dream will become a reality. He holds a knife in his hands, tears running down his cheeks as he lowers it down to you. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry..” he says in between sobs. “I can’t bear to see you in this much pain anymore.”

He was no longer your hero, how could Helel possibly call himself a hero when he was the one to kill you? He swore he’d protect you, but in the end he had been the reason you perished. Helel cups your cheeks with his shaking hands one last time as he kisses you. “I’ll always love you, I promise.”.

And with that, he gently takes the wedding ring on your finger and puts it on the same finger as his own, holding back his tears as he looks at you one last time.

….

“I wouldn’t be your hero..” he mumbles, placing the flowers in front of your gravestone. “I’d be nothing but a villain.” In a way, he’s right. Every single thing he had overthrown his brother for doing, he had done. He was no different than The Sun, and he was the very thing you wanted to remove from this world.

Helel was no longer the loving man he had been when he met you, instead the facade of the “Morningstar”, as he had begun to call himself, was presented by others. He was not the man you loved, not the man you had called your “hero”. Helel was nothing but the villain the two of you had sworn to destroy.

- yay all done! -

First time writing angst in a while.. it was fun, but all over the place lol. I love the idea that Helel was probably a softer person before he had become the Morningstar as we know him.. that he could have once been more similar to the normal Ithaqua. :D

[qwerty-between-the-lines]

Percy Jackson/Kingdom Hearts crossover continued

Frank: Wow, Jason. Sounds like you had quite a dream last night. Are you sure that this whole thing about a parallel universe wasn't just a dream?

Jason: Of course not! I told you that Saturn showed it to me.

Annabeth: ...but that's not good Jason. Saturn is the other half of Kronos, and from what you told us - he's already planning to cash in a favor with a descendent of yours.

Frank: That's far in the future though, Annabeth. It doesn't really concern us. At the end of the day, we have to live our lives in the present, just like everybody else. Make the most of the present, like Epicurus said.

Annabeth: I don't need you to quote Greek wisdom to me, Frank. Point taken.

Frank: Moving on then. I'd like to see this parallel universe and these other 'selves' Jason talked about.

Annabeth: ...but Frank, not if it means getting help from Kronos!

???: She's right, you know.

Jason: That voice...

Annabeth: (turns) Lady Hekate!

Hekate: You want to see what Jason saw, Frank Zhang? In a way you should be glad that you cannot. Crossing between parallel existences can have unpredictable consequences.

Frank: You won't help us?

Hekate: I advise against it, of course, but as your girlfriend Hazel would tell you - I never try to prevent people from choosing the course that they decide.

Hekate: (holds out an orange-red gemstone) That other world exists in twilight. If you want to go there, go to the beach in the hour before sunset and hold up the stone toward the sun.

Frank: (accepts stone) Gee, thanks a lot Lady Hekate.

Hekate: I'm only helping you because I worry you might reach out to Saturn if I don't. I could just turn you all into dolphins, which is undoubtedly what Dionysus would do if he knew about this. Again though - that isn't my way. This is your path.

The three of them spent the afternoon debating about who they should tell, but ultimately it was decided that word might somehow get to Dionysus if they told.

In the end, it was decided that even Percy should be excluded. Annabeth didn't like what Jason had said about Percy's parallel counterpart Roxas being two halves.

The hour before sunset came, and the three of them stood on the beach of Long Island Sound.

Frank tried raising the stone, but nothing happened.

Frank: That's odd...

Annabeth: You must be doing something wrong. Hekate's magic doesn't fail. We just need to think about her instructions more.

Annabeth pondered over it for several moments, and then it dawned on her. Getting the stone to work was a riddle of sorts!

Annabeth: Hey Frank, when Hekate said hold the stone up to the sun, I think that means you can't just hold it up to the sky. You have to envision holding the stone up to the sun. It isn't enough just to raise the stone up.

Frank: I'll try it.

Frank raised the stone, envisioning the sun as the god Helios, ready to take the stone from him.

There was no doubt about the magic this time...

The very air around them seemed to come apart. They found themselves suddenly pummeled by a mighty gale force wind.

When the wind blew over and everything came into focus, they were standing in an open sandlot, under a twilight sky.

Jason knew immediately that this wasn't like the last time, when Saturn had merely shown him shadows and images. Hekate's magic had really brought them to that other place.

From the looks of it, the sandlot was in the center of a rather large city. It looked a lot like the city from Jason's dream.

The three demigods could hear a train moving over tracks in the distance.

???: What are you three doing here?

Annabeth, Jason, and Frank almost jumped out of their skins at the unexpected intrusion. They turned and found themselves facing three teenagers - probably not much younger than themselves.

One of the teens was a muscular guy with spiky black hair, wearing a red tank top and baggy sports pants. He was flanked by a girl with silver hair, and a less muscular guy with a black beanie.

The silver-haired girl pointed at them.

???: Strangers!

Black beanie boy: (chuckles) Fuu likes to state the obvious. She isn't one for many words. The dude with the spiky hair is Rai, and I'm Seifer. We're the Twilight Town Discipline Committee.

Rai: Yeah! The Twilight Town Discipline Committee! Ya know?

Fuu: (points at Frank) Trouble!

Seifer: You hear that? I think Fuu probably has you pegged about right. You're troublemakers.

Jason: Wait! We're troublemakers? You just met us.

Rai: Yeah, but you're outsiders. Ya know?

???: Aw, leave 'em alone Rai!

Jason recognized the guy who said that from his dream. It was that Roxas guy, and he was flanked by Hayner, Pence, and Olette.

Seifer: (assumes fighting stance) Were you planning to interrupt our disciplinary measures? Not wise, Roxas.

Hayner: (raising fists) We're ready for ya, Seifer. We won't back down!

Seifer: (smirks) Whatever. We've got bigger fish to fry anyway. These outsiders seem hardly worth the effort.

Fuu: Losers!

Seifer laughed heartily as he and his friends departed.

Roxas: Don't mind them. They're mostly hot air. Seifer thinks he has some unexplained right to rule this town and tell other kids what to do.

Frank: That's weird. Wonder what his problem is...

Hayner: Don't sweat over it. I'm Hayner by the way. He's Roxas... Pence... and the cute one is Olette.

Jason: I kind of already knew that. It'll sound strange to you, but I saw all of you in a dream.

Hayner raised his eyebrow skeptically.

Hayner: (smirks) Well, I suppose that's not as weird as some of the stuff that Roxas comes up with. You're in good company. You want to see our special place?

Pence: Follow us!

-To be continued?-

[senashenta]

Don't You Forget About Me

Title: Don't You Forget About Me

Pairing: Lambden, Geraskier mention

Rating: T

Warnings: Language, Graphic Violence

Summary: Lambert is out on a solo Hunt when his wereWOLF turns out to be a PACK of wereWOLVES. Things go bad fast and he's forced to summon Aiden for aid-- he nearly dies, but Aiden goes to Kaer Morhen to get help, totally blowing the cover off their relationship in the process. Aiden thinks it's a fair trade for Lambert's life. Lambert thinks Aiden doesn't know his FAMILY.

Notes: More Witcher SPN AU. Man, I used to be better at writing fight scenes than this. What happened to me? I guess if you don't use it you lose it. Anyway. Back to proper order for these fics. The next one (Rewarding Heroism) should be up in a couple of days. It's porny, maybe more people will like it. *shrug*

More Lambden in this one. They are still (and will always be) my favorites in this AU, though I’m not entirely sure why. There’s just something about their dynamic that hooks me in. Don’t get me wrong, I love Geralt and angel!Jaskier (and Julian), and Eskel with familiar!Lil’ Bleater, but Lambert and crossroads demon!Aiden will always be my precious loves in this AU, I think. Haha.

DON’T YOU FORGET ABOUT ME By Senashenta

Lambert hated Chicago. It was cloudy and blustery and he could definitely see why they called it The Windy City. While he was there it always seemed to rain constantly, which didn’t help matters, especially since he didn’t own an umbrella (and probably wouldn’t have used it even if he did.) The buildings were crowded too close together, the city was too grey, the people were rude, and it took him an hour to find a decent bar his first night in town. (That last one was just the cherry on the cake as far as he was concerned.)

Lambert hated Chicago even more when he was out on a Hunt in the fucking rain and his simple werewolf job turned out to be a much more complicated pack of werewolves job.

It wasn’t as if Lambert hadn’t done his due diligence with the case. He’d spent nearly two weeks leading up to the full moon tailing the suspected werewolf that Eskel had tipped him off to and the man had maintained a schedule you could set your watch to. He lived alone, didn’t appear to have any close friends or work acquaintances, and stayed in on Friday nights.

Everything Lambert was seeing pointed to a solitary werewolf, which, while uncommon—in his experience wolves preferred to run in packs—happened from time to time. One werewolf he could handle. Vesemir had been right to just send him.

On the nights directly before the full moon, Lambert began sitting on the man’s apartment starting at sunset and going until sunrise the next morning. There was no way to tell at what point in the lunar cycle around the full moon a werewolf would start shifting, or what time of night it would happen, since it only happened when they were asleep, so he had to cover his bases.

He was getting pretty tired of sitting on stakeout in his car—though he fucking loved his car, a 1967 Shelby GT500CR Mustang in rust brown, classic, unlike the beat-up pickup trucks his brothers both drove, he just didn’t want to live in it—especially alone. It was dull. He privately wished Aiden was there to keep him company. It would have helped to pass the time, at the very least.

His (im)patience was finally rewarded on the night before the full moon itself. Around three o’clock in the morning he was just about to nod off out of boredom when the beast crawled out of one of the apartment windows and scaled down the fire escape to the sidewalk below.

Lambert watched it look around for a moment and then slink down the block—and then turned his car on, idling for another long few seconds to make sure the werewolf had some lead time before following it, slowly, at a distance. It was moving with purpose, going somewhere specific, that much was obvious, and Lambert wanted to see where it was headed before he finished it off.

The streets were vacant anyway, so it wasn’t like his curiosity was putting anyone in danger.

In the end, the creature ditched the main roads fairly quickly and Lambert had to dump his car and follow on foot with his silver sword strapped to his back and a pistol full of silver bullets tucked in the back of his jeans. After countless side streets and alleyways and some pointless backtracking, Lambert found himself in the meat packing district, watching the werewolf enter a particular warehouse through a first-floor window.

Lambert waited a couple of minutes to make sure the werewolf wasn’t directly inside the window and ready to pounce—then climbed in after it. As soon as he had eased through into the building, he dropped down to his feet lightly, already reaching for his gun just in case. When nothing immediately jumped out at him, he relaxed ever so slightly—but not entirely. His guard would stay up from here on out.

This wasn’t the first time he’d been in a meat packing plant, and there was a certain organization to how they were all laid out, so it was easy enough to navigate the building. Lambert crept along the corridors, following the werewolf’s scent—musty and wild and wolflike, familiar but not at the same time—down to the production floor and then farther, deep into the building to where the meat lockers were located.

He carefully cracked the door to the first locker, but a quick once-over found it empty, hanging cow carcasses aside. Lambert exited swiftly and moved on to the second, which proved to be just as werewolf-free. The third locker, however, had its’ door hanging open just a little bit—the slightest crack—and Lambert quickly tucked his gun away again and unsheathed his sword, steadying himself before stepping inside.

Four pairs of luminescent eyes lifted to stare intensely at him, and Lambert swore under his breath. “Oh, fuck me.”

An entire pack of werewolves wasn’t exactly a One Witcher Job, but here he was, standing in the doorway with his sword at the ready, blocking their only escape route, and things were about to go bad. They were literally trapped animals. But they were trapped animals that had to be exterminated, regardless of the situation he found himself in, so Lambert dug in his heels and braced himself even as the first of the werewolves dropped the carcass it had been scavenging from and leapt at him with a snarl.

Lambert blocked the abrupt attack at the last second with his sword, pushing with the flat of the blade until the werewolf fell back a step, a brief reprieve before the rest of the pack rushed forward, claws slashing and teeth snapping.

What followed was an absolute clusterfuck. Lambert lost his sword almost immediately—it was sent flying out of his reach by one of the werewolves that was aiming to tear his heart from his chest. Lambert fell back just long enough to pull his gun from the back of his jeans—but that only gave him twelve rounds in the clip plus one in the chamber. He would run out quickly. He also yanked his buck knife out—it wasn’t silver, but it was better than nothing.

Before he could even get a shot off, one of the werewolves lashed out, catching him across the chest with its’ claws, cutting deep furrows into his flesh. Lambert grunted and spat a curse, stumbling backward and bringing his gun around, taking his first two shots. They both missed but he didn’t have time to be pissed, he was too busy dodging to the side to avoid another frontal attack, his fresh wounds flecking blood across the ground as he moved.

But dodging to the left just put him in the path of another werewolf, one that was just as committed to him seeing a bloody end as the rest of its’ pack. Lambert brought his pistol up but before he could get a shot off, he was effectively backhanded, sending him flying into the nearest wall. He collided hard with the concrete, the breath completely knocked out of him, his head bouncing off the floor when he landed. His vision swam and his gun fell from his grasp, skittering across the room.

The next thing Lambert knew a clawed hand was grabbing at his ankle and he was being yanked across the room, tossed into the middle amongst the half-eaten cow carcasses. He didn’t even have time to get his bearings, to clear his spinning head—before he was completely disembowelled, his guts splattered all across the floor.

Lambert grit his teeth hard against the unimaginable pain and fumbled with one hand for his wallet, panting heavily as he pulled out Aiden’s card and swiped his thumb across it, leaving a bloody streak behind and trying valiantly not to die in the meantime. The werewolves were sniffing around, getting closer again, and he was in imminent death territory, here—

“LAMBERT?!”

Aiden’s voice. Thank the Gods. Lambert would have laughed, but all he could really do was wheeze pathetically. For Aiden’s part, the demon took one look around the room—and then his expression hardened and his eyes flickered to black.

Lambert couldn’t see what happened next, but he could hear the howls and shrieks of the werewolves as Aiden tore them limb from limb, until, finally, the commotion died down and the demon waded through the bloody corpses over to Lambert’s side. He shoved one of the cow carcasses out of the way and dropped down onto his knees, hands hovering uselessly over Lambert’s injuries.

“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck, I can’t fix this! Not without making a deal!”

“So… so make a deal…” Lambert managed to cough out, spitting blood the entire time. “I’ll… I’ll make a deal… I trust you…”

“No fucking way, Lambert, I’m not doing that to you, not ever, I—I—” Aiden stood again, all his clothes covered in blood and gore, and told Lambert urgently, “I’ll be back. Just. Two seconds. I’m going to get help.”

Then he blinked out of sight, leaving Lambert laying in a growing pool of his own blood, surrounded by werewolf corpses and very quickly working his way toward death. Aiden was only gone for maybe two minutes, but it was the longest two minutes of Lambert’s life, and when he blinked back into existence it was with Jaskier at his side—and oh, Gods, he had gone to the bunker.

“Lambert!” Jaskier hurried to his side and knelt down next to him, then just placed his hand against Lambert’s forehead—and just like that he was completely healed, though he felt like he’d been hit by a sledgehammer. Lambert groped at his stomach just to make sure everything was whole again before slumping back for a moment and taking a few deep breaths.

“Thanks, Jaskier.” He managed gruffly, after a pause, and then; “Aiden.”

Aiden and Jaskier both helped him to his feet, and he quickly gathered his weapons, all the while Jaskier was chattering away as usual, “your demon friend popped into the bunker, scared us all to be honest. But he swore you were in trouble, about to die, so I said I’d go with him. Good thing I did… honestly, Lambert, four werewolves? What were you thinking?”

“Wasn’t supposed to be four.” Lambert grumped. “All the intel said one, not a whole pack.” He paused to pick up his gun from a pool of blood, grunting softly when he straightened up. He may have been healed, but he still ached where he had been injured, and he had been gravely injured this time around. If Aiden hadn’t gone to get Jaskier… well. It all would have been over for him, that much was for sure.

He wiped as much of the gore off his gun as possible and tucked it into the back of his jeans again, then retrieved his sword—just in time for Jaskier to pat a hand on his shoulder and teleport them back to Kaer Morhen. All of them, even Aiden, which came as a surprise when Lambert looked around the bunker and saw the demon standing just a couple of feet away from him. Aiden seemed as surprised as he was—but quickly moved past it, stepping closer to look at Lambert with obvious regret in his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” He apologized, though what for Lambert had no idea, “I know I shouldn’t have come here, but I couldn’t help you, not without making a deal, and I swore to myself ages ago that I wouldn’t ever do that to you, I—”

“Aiden, stop.” Lambert’s reply was quiet and gruff but with feeling behind it. He lifted one hand to grasp the side of Aiden’s neck, squeezing there firmly, grounding. “Why are you apologizing? You saved my life. You risked your life to save mine. They could have killed you the instant they saw you—or exorcised you, anyway. That’s—”

“Ahem.” Geralt’s voice. Lambert jerked slightly. He had almost forgotten where they were. He shifted on his feet, eyes flitting around the room and back to Aiden before landing on Geralt, who was standing in the entryway to the living area and demanded, simply, “explain.”

Aiden took a step back from Lambert, who let his hand drop away from the demon’s neck. He licked his lips absently, tasting coppery blood, and gave a little grimace at that before he finally spoke. “Aiden and I… met a while back. Back when Geralt was injured on that wendigo Hunt, and we couldn’t…” Trailing off, he glanced sideways at Aiden again, then continued, “I went to a crossroads and made a deal. For Geralt’s life.”

“You what.” This came from Eskel, who was seated at the dining table with Lil’ Bleater half-hiding behind him. “Lambert.”

“What was I supposed to do? Geralt was going to die!” Lambert defended, “and that was before Jaskier came along, I—I did what I had to!”

“How many years?” Vesemir spoke up, his tone grave.

“Ah—no. It wasn’t like that.” Lambert shook his head and chanced another glance at Aiden—and was the demon looking amused, now? Gods, he was going to fucking kill him. “We reached another, uh… arrangement.”

Geralt quirked an eyebrow. “Arrangement?”

“I wanted him for his body.” Aiden piped up then, making Lambert squawk and smack a hand into his arm. Aiden ignored him. “I got to fuck him, and you got to live. No bartering for souls or years. Simple.”

There was a long, long silence after that, Lambert glared daggers at Aiden the entire time while everyone else just… digested what they were being told. Then Jaskier started to grin—and finally giggle to himself, and that seemed to break the tension. The angel snickered as he wandered over to stand by Geralt, leaning up to drop a kiss by his cheek lightly. “Lambert literally got fucked to save you.”

“Oh my Gods, Jaskier, shut up.” Lambert muttered under his breath.

“But this,” Eskel nodded between Lambert and Aiden, who was grinning himself now, “is obviously more than a one-time thing.”

It was said as a statement, but really more of a question, Lambert shifted on his feet some more, awkwardly, because how was he supposed to explain to his family that he, a fucking Witcher, was in what amounted to a long-term relationship with a Godsdammed demon? He didn’t think they would take it well. But there wasn’t really any denying what was between them, either, not after Aiden had zapped himself in there to get their help in saving his wretched life.

“We’re—” Lambert began before breaking off and clearing his throat, glancing at Aiden and wishing he would stop fucking grinning, Godsdammit. He felt like a child being interrogated by his parents, and here Aiden was enjoying the entire thing. “We meet up. Sometimes.”

“Define ‘sometimes’.” VesemirLambert asked from the kitchen doorway.

“A lot. Every couple of weeks or so, lately. Basically whenever Lambert is on Hunts by himself.” Aiden put in his two cents again, and chuckled when Lambert swore under his breath. “What? They’re going to find out. Might as well come from you. Or, I mean, me, I guess.”

Eskel regarded his brother dubiously. “You’re fucking a demon.”

Lambert gestured toward Geralt, “he’s fucking an angel!”

Geralt just gave him a flat look. “You and I both know that’s two entirely different things.”

Lambert had to give him that, but still. He looked at Aiden for a moment before heaving a sigh and shaking his head. “I’m not going to try to explain myself. You’re just going to have to trust me that you can trust him.” And then a quick glance down at his clothes, torn to shreds and soaked in blood, and he added, “if you don’t mind, we’re going to go get cleaned up now. I literally just had my guts ripped out. I need a few minutes.”

There was another long silence and then Vesemir spoke up again, nodding toward Aiden; “don’t let him wander around by himself.”

Lambert just nodded before grabbing hold of Aiden’s arm and steering him out of the dining area, down the corridors to his room. Once they were inside and the door was firmly shut behind them, he glared daggers at Aiden, who just grinned and held his hands up in a placating manner. He, too, was still coated in blood and gore.

“You just can’t leave well enough alone, can you?”

“What? I was helping!”

“I never wanted them to find out about our deal, back when we first met.”

“Look, they weren’t going to take ‘I’m fucking a demon just leave it alone’ for an answer, Lambs.”

“They’re never going to look at me the same way again.”

“Is that a bad thing? They still trust you, obviously, or they wouldn’t have let you bring me farther into this… bunker… thing. What do you even call this?”

“Kaer Morhen.”

“That is not really an explanation, but okay. Kaer Morhen it is.”

“Aiden, this place is sacred, you can’t—”

“Tell anyone? Please. I’m not going to blab about your secret bunker. Which is surprisingly not demon-proofed.”

“It is, just… clearly not well enough. And if I want you to be able to keep coming around, we can’t up the warding, either. Fuck.”

“You want me to keep coming around?”

“Well—I just—I mean—”

“It’d be nice. Not to always have to meet up in shitty dive bars.”

“…yeah.” And then, “thank you. For today. If you hadn’t come, I would’ve—”

“I always come when you call, Lambs, and I always will.”

Lambert gave a tired looking smile. Being healed by Jaskier was miraculous, yes, life-saving, definitely, but had left him tapped for energy. He needed to clean up and then rest, preferably for a good, few hours. To that end, he did a quick cleaning of his sword and gung, set them aside once he was done, then quickly stripped out of his ruined clothing and headed for the little bathroom that attached to his bedroom. (It wasn’t much but it had a shower so he didn’t complain about the size.)

Aiden just watched him quietly—until Lambert stopped in the doorway and half-demanded, “you’re not getting in my fucking bed covered in gore. So, get your clothes off and get in here with me”—at which point the demon’s grin widened even more and he began pulling his own clothes off as well.

“No funny business.” Lambert told him, grumpy, as they climbed into the shower together. “I’m too tired.”

“Whatever you say, Lambs.” Aiden replied, still smiling, “whatever you say.”

[sidxreus]

❝ when all this is over, will you stay with me? for good? ❞ :)

answered from this meme (accepting!)

Astarion  had  his  eyes  closed  as  the  warmth  of  the  sun  kissed  his  skin.  This  was  the  closest  thing  that  replicated  what  little  memory  he  had  left  of  what  living  was  like.  A  feeling  of  comfort  and  a  sense  of  nostalgia  blanketed  him  in  memories  that  were  no  longer  a  part  of  him.  But  feeling…yes,  the  feeling  was  that  of  familiarity.  Tainted  centuries  of  torment  could  not  erase  the  familiar  feeling  of  life  the  sun  brought  to  this  plane.

There  was  a  pleasant,  quiet  moment  between  the  two.  He  sought  every  opportunity  to  bask  in  the  sun  for  what  time  they  had  left,  for  nothing  was  guaranteed.  Either  succeed  in  battle  or  perish  in  defeat,  the  sun  would  no  longer  be  a  part  of  his  life.  He  knew  that.  The  moment  the  tadpole  is  removed,  all  else  will  ease  back  into  normalcy–despite  being  rid  of  one  perilous  future,  it  was  a  notion  he  detested  greatly.  Though  newly  free,  he’d  still  be  doomed  to  be  forced  back  into  the  shadows…So  he  savoured  every  moment  he  had  in  the  sun.  And  he  felt  comfortable  enough  in  her  presence,  to  revel  peacefully.

Her  words  break  the  silence,  casting  her  own  unwavering  affection  onto  this  moment.  Astarion’s  eyes  opened  as  his  head  turned  to  look  at  her.  He  could  almost  feel  the  warmth  radiating  from  her  features  as  her  eyes  anticipate  an  awaited  answer,  to  which  he  will  give  her,  of  course.  However,  he  needed  a  moment  as  he  realised  that  the  woman  he  loved  is  the  embodiment  of  sunlight.

Sunrise.

Sunset. 

She  wanted  to  know  if  he  would  stay  with  her. 

Ripples  of  images  play  back  in  the  forefront  of  his  mind  of  their  time  spent  together  during  this  exhaustive  journey.  She  didn’t  have  to  help  him.  She  didn’t  even  have  to  look  his  way,  or  ask  that  he  join  her  from  the  moment  they  met.  She  had  every  right  to  turn  and  walk  away  in  situations  where  most  people  would,  but  she  stayed.  By  his  side.  Without  conviction. 

How  could  he  not?

Despite  his  previous  conceptions  in  regards  to  their  fate  going  up  against  their  biggest  threat,  seeing  a  future  with  her  instilled  a  new  belief.  A  new  hope.  Her  words  brought  assurance  that  they  will  come  out  of  this  alive,  and  that’s  all  he  needed  to  hear  to  share  the  same  faith.  He  nearly  wanted  to  laugh  at  himself,  for  even  thinking  of  the  word  ‘faith’.  Something  he  thought  he  had  long  lost,  until  she  crossed  his  path.

Aurora  is  sunlight.  She  is  warmth  against  his  skin.  In  even  the  coldest  of  shadows,  she  would  be  the  light  in  his  darkest  night. 

He  extends  out  a  hand  with  intention  to  hold  hers.  “That’s  all  I  want.  After  everything,  I…”  his  whispered  words  come  to  a  halt.  “...don’t  see  it  any  other  way.  I’ll  stay  with  you.  For  good.”  Astarion’s  lips  ease  into  a  soft  smile  with  his  gaze  paired  in  the  same  fashion. 

[rainbluealoekitten]

hi babes i can tell you this and i assure you i'm being 1000000% serious when saying this, and not just doing it from that pissy "it gets better!! suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem!!!" fake school counsellor pov

i have spent YEARS of my life as suicidal, and the first time i ever s/h was in 6th grade (for context i'm now going into 11th). i genuinely did not believe i would make it to where i am today. i remember telling a friend two years ago that i couldn't die that december because it would ruin christmas. and then on january it was my girlfriend's birthday. then febuary it was our anniversary. and then march it was... etc. but even though i was saying this, i was still 100% certain i would kms anyways, to the point that i have SEVERAL very vivid memories of sitting on the floor holding all my pills, pouring out a glass of water. it was always the dumbest shit that stopped me from going through with it (oh you need to burn your journals first, oh you need to change your laptop's password, oh you didn't feed the cat, oh you need to see tomorrow through because you're watching a movie in class, oh you need to listen to this song one more time, and this song, and this song, and...) last year, i cut off so many of my most beloved friends without any explanation and even broke up with my girlfriend, who i loved more than anybody else in the entire world, and genuinely thought i was going to kill myself that summer. but then we had plans to visit family overseas, and when i found myself running through the fields and climbing over hay bales just in time to watch a pink sunset, i realised that was the kind of moment i wanted to live for. and very slowly, i started to force myself into more of these situations, and i started to work on a massive list of all the reasons i had to stay alive. every time i thought "i want to die," i would just counter it with "i want to live" millions of times over and over, even if it was a full on lie.

and things aren't perfect. here i am, a year later, and i've relapsed more times than i can count, in so many different ways. hell, just a week ago i was feeling lower than i've been in months, and yesterday i was crying my eyes out because living is so goddamn fucking hard.

but i don't want to die anymore. even when i think it sometimes, i know i can't go through with it. my school situation is still absolutely awful, i have so few friends, i miss my ex girlfriend more than anyone in the world even though she's moved on now, and we'll never be the same.

but i get to ramble about my favourite spider in the entire world and i'm raising mealworms and i'm reading articles about irish mythology and i get to look at the stars and write stories about little guys in love and people love those stories. i listen to music and i dance and i make plans that i know i'm going to go through with. i don't worry about binge watching a show because i have all the time in the world

i get to watch that pink sunset over and over again

i'm happy. it was so, so, so hard getting here, and there were so many countless times when i thought to myself, "what was the point? life will still be hard." and yeah. it will. but it's been years and look at where i am, and look at all the years in front of me. it's getting easier. it's getting better. and i wouldn't give this up for anything in the world.

it does get better, brandon. it does get bearable. and i have every ounce of believe that you can do this.

i love you (and i mean it)

Please could someone just tell me it’ll be alright. Please could someone tell me that it gets bearable. I don’t know what I’m doing

[humming-fly]

Happy October 3rd!! Now that it’s finally the holiday I can share the artwork I made for this year’s @fmabigbangs - I illustrated a couple of scenes from @redstringraven‘s fic which you can read over here!

I had a lot of fun with both of these - one of them for trying to make a cool quasi-anime screenshot style piece, and the other for crushing greed with masonry. Both good times!

[tiaetherealness]

Heaven Can Wait

Pairing: Rengoku Kyoujuro x fem!reader

Warnings: SFW, angel reader, mentions of God, since it sounded more natural than everything else I thought of lol, Mugen Train Arc, he lives don't worry, mentions of Blood and injury, Kamado and the gang is there, slow burn

WC: 4,106

Author's Note: I haven't posted something in a long ass time so hey! I've actually already posted this on ao3, then remembered I have this account 😭 here you go! I hope you enjoy this sfw piece <3

Part 1 of Gods Amongst Men

Your thoughts always come back to why you wander about the countryside. Perhaps you’re searching for a means to an end, or to find a piece of yourself that has departed once you spent decades amongst humans. You often find yourself staring at the large expanse of the sky, watching the clouds drift by, waiting and watching for a sign that points you back home. The ground hasn’t always been your home, but you were forced to make roots once God ordered you to roam amongst humans. You miss the sky, deeply. But you can’t go back until told to. 

So, you wonder. Watch as the locals live their lives and live amongst the rules they created. Watch the sky turn from a bright azure, to a blossoming orange, then to a dark navy speckled with stars. The sky may be your home, but the ground has endless beauty as well. 

Sometimes, the beauty you've admired gets tainted by evil beings. Demons. 

You’ve encountered plenty throughout your journey. They were mostly confused by your presence, knowing that you’re not human but definitely not demon either. Some either left you alone completely, or they attacked to figure out what you are. The latter decides their fate, facing the end of their lives once they’re subjected to your powers. They may be beings of darkness, but you’re a being of light. And light is how they will perish. 

Eventually, you learn more about the demons and the people slaying them. They’re brave humans, protecting the rest of humanity from things seen in their wildest dreams. You’ve also encountered many slayers in your journey, but you silently watched from the sidelines. You’re not meant to get close, for them to catch a glimpse of your presence, or else. 

But when you see the three young demon slayers you’ve always encountered on your journey, you follow them aboard Mugen Train. 

You’ve become fond of Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke. Watching their journey has been a heartfelt one compared to your monotone life of people watching. They’re brave and powerful young men who want to destroy the demons once and for all, and to protect the unprotected. Their souls are pure, not a drop of evil to corrupt them despite seeing evil their whole lives. 

Though you realize they sense out evil easily like you do, and the train is oozing out dark intent. 

The machine is filled with people, and you’re immediately uncomfortable with the noise and the motion. The humans barely spare you a glance, your concealment power working at an all time high to make it seem as if they saw nothing at all. Just a speck in their peripheral vision. You took an empty seat near the trio who was talking to someone, though you couldn’t see them. Once Zenitsu and Inosuke moved away, your heart skipped. 

He is the embodiment of fire, the intensity of a sunset. He's beautiful and so is his soul.

His red-orange eyes match his hair that brushes his chest. A genuine smile graces his face as he speaks to Tanjiro with a boisterous voice. Beside him in a smoky sheen is his mother who watches over him. She gives you a little bow once she notices you, and then continues to watch over her son. You learn that his name is Rengoku Kyoujuro, and he’s a demon slayer as well. A hashira, as Tanjiro told his friends. You don’t know exactly what a hashira is, but you have an idea that it's someone powerful enough to protect people. 

You observe Kyoujuro and his mannerism, seeing that he’s just as warm as he looks. He cares deeply about the young slayers and takes care of them like an older brother. He feeds them with the bentos he has and offers to take them under his wing to get stronger. Somehow in the conversation he has with Tanjiro, he turns directly to you. He made direct eye contact and he gave you a small smile. 

The action is harmless but you felt a sense of dread overcome your senses. Either he’s powerful enough to sense you or he's going to…

As soon as that thought pops up, everything goes wrong.

Demons start appearing on the train, causing the passengers to panic. Immediately, the slayers unsheathe their swords and made their move. Rengoku directed his attention to the passengers on the cart and whisked them away with speed, before coming back to face the demons. You stand at the back of the cart and watch as he kills the demons with his flame style, a burst of red and orange lighting up the cart. You watch in awe. He reminds you of the sky, your home that's so close yet so far. 

You took a step forward to get a closer glimpse, but a limb from the demon that encases the train darts towards you. You only had a moment to put your hand up to defend yourself, but Tanjiro cut the limb off. You both met eyes at that moment, and he gave you a nod before darting off. He sees you too…?

You stood back for a moment, thinking. Tanjiro must’ve noticed you the whole time but chose not to approach you because you clearly kept your distance. Somehow in this situation, your heart warms at the gesture. He would be a good angel. Maybe even better than you. 

Hearing a shout, you look in front of you to see everyone splitting up. Tanjiro and Inosuke went towards the front, Zenitsu stayed with the box that Tanjiro carries around, and Rengoku is heading towards you. You realized that you were standing in front of the door that leads to the train cars in the back. Your hands trembled slightly. Should you help them? Would you be punished if you do? 

“Please stand back. I’ll keep you safe!” Rengoku tells you. 

You move aside so that he can enter the next car that will inevitably be filled with demons. You watch as he pulls the door open and steps through with a confident gait. He seems so sure of himself, that he’ll exterminate the demons for good to protect the passengers left on the train. You felt a buzzing in your chest watching him go. It's a feeling that you haven’t felt for so long while wondering amongst the humans. Maybe you can break the rules and involve yourself in human affairs. Maybe…maybe you can protect people too. 

The air around you changed as you felt determination. You move from your spot and quickly follow after Rengoku, grabbing the ends of his haori that flowed as he walked. He stills when he feels the pull and glances back with a questioning glint in his eye. 

“I— I want to help!” You shouted unintentionally. 

He turns around, causing his haori to slip through your fingers. Your hands lay limp on your sides as you glance up at him. His expression is serious, a far cry from the one you observed earlier. 

“I refuse to let a civilian help me. You shouldn’t be in harm's way.”

Your hands curl into fist. “I will help, no matter what you say! I can defend myself and protect the civilians also!”

He moves closer, his face inches from yours. You stood still, watching and waiting for a signal. He stares straight into your eyes, searching for why. Why would a simple civilian sacrifice themselves for others? Are you not scared? What do you gain from this? As if sensing the seriousness of your commitment, he straightens up and crosses his arms. His expression is less severe, but there is still hesitation in his bright gaze. 

“I’ll let you help because I see the passion in your gaze. But, I still wonder how you'll defend yourself and the citizens on the train. You are quite empty handed!”

Your shoulders lose their tension as you sigh in relief. You gave Rengoku one of your rare smiles. It feels odd on your face, but it's genuine. “Don’t worry about me.”

It's a simple statement, but it held a lot of weight. Rengoku gives you a nod and you both venture deeper into the car. You stayed behind him when he fought the demons he encountered and helped the passengers that were heavily bleeding. You took down the concealment magic so that the humans can face you fully and take you in. Many of them were scared, but the sight of you calmed them down. Their faces changed from awe to gratefulness once you used your healing powers on them. It was slightly draining to use your powers, gaining more strength in the day rather than the night where the demons roam. You hope you have enough in you to save who you can before the sun rises again. The night feels exceptionally endless at this time. 

The only reprieve you have is when Kyoujuro uses his flame breathing. The heat of it reminds you of the sun beating down on your back as you explore the countryside. It's so closely related to the sun that you gain back some powers little by little. You couldn’t help but think about how amazing he is. He is blessed by God. 

You both move through the cars quickly by saving passengers and eliminating demons as much as possible. When the last demon is slayed, there is a rumble in the cars that indicates something is wrong. Rengoku quickly sheaths his sword and meets your gaze. 

“I’m going to assume Young Tanjiro and the boar kid defeated the demon controlling the train—”

The train gave a dangerous lurch and you grabbed on to Rengoku to keep upright. He feels warm and sturdy under your palms, the strength he shows reflected on his physique. You made a move to let go of him, but he clasps his hand to yours. 

“We must go!” He says, tugging you to the back of the train where it opens up to the outside. 

Fresh air greets you both. It's such a starch reminder to the smell of death and evil in the cars. You both were face to face with the twinkling stars, the balls of light too far to feel the desperation that’s steadily coming off the train. The wind whips both of your hair around and Rengoku-san lets go of your hand. Instead, he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close. Your heart sped up at the closeness, your hand still tingling from holding his hand moments before. 

“Hold on tight!” He yells out, before jumping off the train.

You grip his uniform tightly, feeling the weightlessness of being in the air. You felt the ache in your back as if you were flying with your wings again. You haven’t done that for a long time, restricting yourself to walk everywhere like humans do. You came to that aching realization that you are not happy in the position you put yourself in. A fraction of yourself truly left when you made yourself a home on the ground. 

Feeling gravity pull both of you down, the ground became your base again. He removes his arm from around your waist and you slowly release your grip from his uniform. You move back and glance at him. 

“Are you alright? I hope I didn’t scare you.” He asks, referring to the jump. 

You shook your head no and he gave a closed-eye smile. 

The dirt cloud that erupted from the crashed train dispersed slowly. When it was gone, you took a look around. The train cars were stacked near each other hazardously, passengers slowly trickling out injured. You see Inosuke helping, pulling them out from the wreckage. Zenitsu is nowhere to be found, but you sense that he’s alive somewhere. You look left and right, wondering where Tanjiro is. You eventually see him lying on the ground, breathing a bit harshly since he’s injured. You tug on Kyoujuro’s haori, signaling to follow you. 

You both reach him and Tanjiro looks up. “Rengoku-san…!”

Rengoku tells him to breathe and focus on his wound to close it up. You knew being a demon slayer makes humans a bit more powerful, but you weren’t aware of their capabilities. You observe for a moment, then decide to look for Zenitsu since they don't need you. You told Rengoku  your plan and he nodded. 

“Please be careful. There can still be demons roaming around.” He warns you.

You keep the warning in mind, but you’re aware of your own abilities. Humans love to worry, from what you’ve observed. They can’t help but to fret over others, and it’s lovely seeing it, but you don't know how to take it when someone else worries over you. Kyoujuro made you ponder over so much in so little time. It’s exhilarating and scary at the same time. 

You walk around, following the feeling in your gut. It pulls you to the other side of the train where Zenitsu is. He’s on the ground holding a couple of women who he protected from the crash. They were all passed out but alive and well. You kneel down and separate them all to get a clearer sense of their injuries. You healed the two girls and Zenitsu. The last girl on the other hand, is a demon. She gave off the same energy as Tanjiro. Maybe she’s the one he carries in the box…? Tanjiro is proving to be more interesting than you thought. 

You got up to help the other passengers, but you froze once you felt the hairs on your arm standup. Something is very wrong. It’s worse than the demon that controlled the train. 

You immediately ran back to the spot where you left Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Rengoku. You slowed down when you caught sight of Kyoujuro fighting a demon. They were head to head, not backing down from each other with mounting speed. This demon feels powerful enough to completely overpower the blonde. The thought you had when you first met him is making sense with each blow of his sword and the demon's fist. 

He’s going to die in this battle. The one person that made you feel very human for the first time will perish once the sun is up. 

You want to intervene. You should intervene, since he’s a high ranking member of the demon slayer corps, but it's against the cycle of life to do so. Regardless of his place and value in the human hierarchy, you cannot stop the angel of death from taking him, lest you lose your place as an angel for the rest of the millennium. For the first time in forever, you pray. You prayed to God hoping they would hear the pleas from one of their angels, hoping they would spare Rengoku and let him walk from this battle alive. 

You quickly move to where Tanjiro and Inosuke are, who is watching the battle with their breaths held. They barely spare you a glance, and you understand their sentiment. You couldn’t take your eyes away either. Tanjiro makes a move to help the hashira, but Rengoku yells at him to stay put and heal. The demon, which you learn is called Akaza, is desperate to turn Kyoujuro into a demon and he refuses. Sensing the blonde's unwavering resolve, the demon promises to kill him in this battle. 

They continue to clash, Rengoku cutting down what he can of Akaza and the demon regenerating quickly. Akaza got him at certain times, causing him to bleed out. You flinch seeing the blood splatter, feeling quite helpless. You can sense the same emotions erupting from Tanjiro and Inosuke. Eventually there is a standstill between Akaza and Rengoku. 

“I can see you becoming tired Rengoku-san. Become a demon and you won’t ever have to feel tired again.” Akaza says out loud in a demanding tone. 

“I refuse!” Rengoku yells out. 

You see him change his footing and grip his blade tighter, preparing for another attack. He mutters out a breath style, one that you haven’t seen yet. Suddenly, a large wave of heat hits you as Rengoku runs towards Akaza without stopping. He’s faster than before, a much stronger attack meant to kill off Akaza for good. The flames around him form into something akin to a dragon, large and imposing, meant to intimidate the opponent. For a moment, you feel hope thinking God heard your prayers. 

You watch as the arch of his sword comes down on Akaza’s neck. It sank into his neck and slowly cut through. You saw the panic in the demon’s eyes, before he did a move you couldn’t see. The flames died out abruptly as Rengoku became very still. You heard a gasp right next to you, from Zenitsu who woke up moments before, forcing you to look closer. What you saw caused a numbness to take over. Akaza punched right through his abdomen. 

You turned your face upwards, closed your eyes, and took a deep breath. You let it out and opened your eyes, staring into the sky. It’s not as dark as it once was, turning a lighter blue indicating the sun is coming up soon. You look towards the horizon, skipping over the scene of Akaza and Rengoku entirely, to see the angel of death slowly making their appearance. They’re making their slow ascent to the scene, barely a blip in the distance. Only you can see them, but even Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke can sense death approaching with how still they’ve gotten. 

Akaza glances behind him, seeing the sun steadily coming up. He moves away from Rengoku quickly. Tanjiro, who has been down the whole time, gets up and jogs after Akaza. The demon slowly backs into the forest, seeing the first rays of the sun painting the ground a muted yellow and Tanjiro, who plans to stop him where he stands. He makes a run into the forest without looking back. Tanjiro chases after him, stands right at the edge, and uses his breath style to pierce the sword right in Akaza’s retreating back. 

“Come back here you bastard!”

“Why do we always have to face you in the dark?! Face us in the sun you bastard!”

“You coward!”

You, Inosuke, and Zenitsu watch Tanjiro yell his heart out. You turn towards the horizon to see how close the angel of death is, noticing that they’re way closer than before. The spirit of Rengoku’s mom is hovering over her son with a sad smile on her face, yet waiting to meet him on the other side. You feel hot and cold, wondering what you should do in this situation. 

Tanjiro collapses on his knees in front of Rengoku, tears steadily falling down. You see them talking, but you were only focusing on the blonde's life force that’s draining. You took a step, then another, and another, forcing yourself to kneel next to Tanjiro as well. The pair looks at you, but you didn’t meet their gaze, looking behind you to see how much time you have left. You can see the black cloak the angel of death wears looming closer. You turn back to look at the spirit of Rengoku-san’s mother who’s standing behind him, to Tanjiro, to Zenitsu, and then Inosuke. Lastly, you look at Kyoujuro. 

Everyone is staring at you, waiting to see what you’ll do in this dire situation. It seems as if there's nothing left to do, but you have one thing left. One thing that can save him. 

“You will continue to set your heart ablaze, Rengoku-san.” You say simply.

You grab one of his limp hands with both of yours and place it gently over your heart. The sun is higher in the sky, the rays highlighting your ethereal features that were hidden in the dark. Your wings that are usually hidden with your concealment powers blossom open for the first time in decades, causing the slayers to gasp in shock. They were pure white, almost shining iridescent in the bright rays. You slowly transform into your true form, causing your kimono to fall away for a white silk robe with golden embellishments.  

“She looks like…!” Inosuke starts. 

“An angel…” Zenitsu finishes slowly.

Tanjiro and Rengoku sat in silent awe, not knowing what to say. The power that was draining out of you in the darkness grew with the sunrise, causing you to be final in your decision. You close your eyes and focus on giving away some of your life force to Kyoujuro to keep him alive. He gasps and falls forward, feeling the effects of your power. Tanjiro hurriedly held him upwards to avoid breaking the connection you both have. 

You felt yourself sweating, the task being arduous and rushed since the angel of death is right behind you. Once you deem it enough, you let go of him and shook your head, feeling quite dizzy and weak. The glow around you dims and you feel multiple pairs of hands on you to prevent you from falling back. You look back to see Zenitsu and Inosuke holding you up, being careful not to ruffle your wings. You look forward, seeing Rengoku passed out, but alive. His gaping wound is closed, leaving over a pink bruise. His eye on the other hand, didn’t heal. 

You feel a wave of tiredness taking over, but you force your eyes open. You didn’t think this decision through, but you don’t regret it. Feeling a cold prickling sensation take over you suddenly, you look up to see the angel of death looming over you. They silently observe you and Rengoku, before scoffing. 

“You of all beings should know that you’re not supposed to mess with the natural order. Rengoku Kyoujuro may live, but it will come with a price. You will both be punished in the near future.” 

When you blinked, they were gone. The message they left reverberates in your mind, but you didn’t care at the moment. It’s too late to take back what you did, you’ll face the consequences. You glance one more time to Kyoujuro’s mom, who sends you a grateful smile for keeping her son alive. She vanishes, leaving the five of you behind. 

“Thank you.” Tanjiro whispers. 

The tears that were once sad on his face are now grateful. You gave him a small smile. “Please continue to look over Rengoku-san, Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu.”

The young slayers bursted into more tears. You couldn’t help but laugh. You laugh at seeing them cry. You laugh at everything that has happened. You laugh at saving a human which is breaking a sacred rule. They look at you in surprise, but let you go through your emotions. 

After a certain point, you stopped laughing and sat up. You sensed multiple footsteps approaching from the distance, a sign telling you to go. You stood up on shaky legs and fluttered your wings. The young slayers all spoke at the same time. 

“Are you leaving?”

“She’s leaving??? Please don’t go!”

“Oi! How can you leave after all this?!”

You frown. You didn’t want to go but you’re not supposed to be seen in the first place. Rengoku will probably go through changes that regular humans wouldn’t understand since you gave him a piece of you to fully heal, but you were sent on a mission. You were sent to observe the humans, not get into their affairs. You can’t abandon that. 

“I’m sorry,” you say sadly. “But I cannot stay and compromise myself in the process. I’m not supposed to be seen by humans.” You finish. 

“But—” Tanjiro starts. You cut him off. 

“You will see me again,” you said with a bittersweet smile. “Tell Kyoujuro that I will always be near.”

You gave each of them a head pat as a last goodbye. When they blinked, you were gone. Before they could speak, they were surrounded by the kakushi who were checking their injuries and asking questions. With all this commotion, they never had a chance to talk about you or what you had done to save the flame hashira. It’s a secret they kept for late night conversation in the butterfly mansion when everyone is asleep. 

When the sky goes from an azure, to a blossoming orange, and a dark navy speckled with stars, they think of you. They think of the sacrifice you’ve made and wonder where you are now. If you’re looking at the sky like they are. One thing they agree on is waiting, like they promised. 

They will patiently wait, until they see you again.

[shorkbrian]

I swear I ain’t in it for the money, but I can’t stop thinking about sugar daddy shoto. Maybe he sweeps a cute little college kid or barista of their feet, just something fun and casual. But this man starts falling harder, needing a way to lock them down to him. Money isn’t quite cutting it anymore, so he decides fucking a baby into her would do the trick. Shoto would push her down into the mattress, large frame twisting her into a sweet mating press. This way they could stay together forever and Shoto would have absolutely no problem providing for his sweet family <3

but fr tho I feel like Shouto is NOT the type for kids.

Mans will tolerate them when they babble or wave at him, but he very actively Does Not Want them.

Always uses condoms, and even though he’ll threaten not to, it’s never a legit thought in his mind to cum inside. Shouto doesn’t want to be a dad.

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You’ll be sittin on a park bench, fading sunset dark and pretty in front of you yet all you can do is cry. There’s not really any people around so it’s not like you’re bothering anyone - you hadn’t wanted to cry in your shabby apartment (half the cause of your worries) just in case you received a noise complaint.

“Are you alright?”

A somber, smooth voice is heard. You’re swiping at your tears quickly as you look up, trying to laugh off your state of distress. “Oh, haha, yeah I’m fine. Thanks for asking.” It’s hard to smile with your puffy cheeks and red-rimmed eyes.

The man in front of you frowns, hands in his coat pockets, scarf draped around his neck. “You don’t look fine. Mind if I sit?”

He’s already claiming the spot next to you on the bench before you can say a word, turning to you with a passive expression. “Why are you crying?”

And that’s all it takes to have you breaking down all over again, tears streaming down your face. Just one person offering to listen to the heavy burden you have to bear.

‘’M sor-sorry...” You sob, wiping at your eyes with frigid fingers, successful in doing nothing more but smearing tears around your face.

“Here.” The man’s taking off his scarf, gloved hands offering it you.

“I ca-can’t use your sc-scarf sir.” But he’s insistent, pressing it into your hands up by your face.

“I’ll just get another one. Keep it, you’re in need of it more than I am.”

The kindness makes another fresh bout of tears roll down your cheeks, but this time you're able to dab them away with soft fabric as you sniffle.

It takes a moment for you to calm yourself. When you do, you can finally engage in conversation with the man.

You tell him about your job hours getting cut, how you’ve been turned down or ignored by every single place you’ve applied at for a second job. How you’re barely affording to wash your clothes - you have to hang them or drape them across things in your apartment because you don’t have the money to pay for a dryer cycle.

And to top it all off, you’re still short on rent, despite how you scrimped and saved and even forced yourself not to buy groceries this week - you’ve gone hungry for the past three days.

“You haven’t eaten?”

You glance up at the man and his incredulous expression, shaking your head. “I’ve been trying to save money, I thought I could afford my rent if-”

“What kind of food do you like?” The man is pulling out his phone, swiping and tapping immediately. 

“Thank you, but I’m not-” looking for charity is what you want to say. Plus, you shouldn’t accept favors from strange men.

But the handsome man is waving you silent. “I’m cold, plus I’d like to grab a bite to eat before I head home. I don’t like eating alone though, you’d honestly be doing me a favor.”

You take a moment to process. Is he telling the truth? He sounds like an honest guy.

“Seems like the only place open around here is “Joe’s 24 hour Diner”.... You mind burgers?”

So that's how you end up in a booth opposite the man (”Shouto” he had told you as you both headed to the diner), munching away at warm food. It tastes so good, you hardly have time to worry about the man watching you as he eats.

You’d been shocked at his looks the moment you’d seen him in the light of the diner. Pretty two-toned hair, different colored eyes, perfect skin, expensive clothes. Why was he even talking to you? It’s obvious the two of you led very different lives.

“How does everything taste?”

“Delicious.” Is your response, and Shouto seems pleased, nodding before taking another bite of his meal.

Maybe it’s stupid... but you feel weirdly safe with this man. He doesn’t seem to bear any ill-intent towards you, nor has he made any comments about your body or let his hands or eyes stray. He seems like a gentleman.

Conversation flows easily between the two of you, even sharing a few chuckles at times. He’s some fancy rich businessman, you learn, and you share about your own life, laughing at the comparisons. Shouto can’t fathom growing up in a house with less than five bedrooms and a personal servant.

He asks for your number, and you’re hesitant in giving it - he surely can’t be interested in you? But he seems so sincere, it’s hard to say no.

When the two of you part ways, Shouto gives you a wave, “Hope to see you again soon, and under better circumstances.”

“You too! And sorry for being such a mess and stopping your walk-”

Shouto shrugs, cheeks beginning to pink from the cold air as you two stand outside the diner. “You needed help. I like to assist.”

-----

The next morning you wake to find an atrociously large sum deposited in your Venmo account by none other than a Shouto Todoroki.

Immediately, you’re calling him. “It’s too much, we just met. How can you give away that much money to some low-life?”

You hear him sigh on the other end of the phone. “You’re obviously struggling. I was wondering what your hours are this week, perhaps we could talk about this over dinner? Or lunch, if that fits better with your schedule. I’m flexible.”

It’s a few days later, days spent questioning yourself, questioning his intentions, before you see him again, both of you deciding to meet for lunch to further discuss... whatever had just happened.

“Was what I gave you adequate to cover your rent?” Are the first words out of Shouto’s mouth after you greet each other.

“Yeah, more than enough-” You squirm. “But I need to ask.... why?”

“Why?”

“Why me.” 

“Oh.” Shouto’s expression clears. “That’s easy. I told you a few days ago - I like to assist. I’m quite lonely, and it feels nice to use my money on someone other than myself. I think providing for someone brings me... I wouldn’t quite say joy, but... contentment.”

You contemplate his answer for a moment. 

“Well... you saved me with my rent, I don’t really know how to thank you.”

The man leans forward. “Well.... I know it might be a bit sudden, but how would you feel accepting me as a.... benefactor of sorts?”

“You mean like a sugar daddy?” Is your immediate, blurted response. You want to slap yourself for speaking before you have the chance to think about your words, but luckily Shouto just lets out a light laugh.

“If you’d like to call it that. I’m willing to provide financial assistance for you, in exchange for companionship, if you’re willing to give it.”

Your face heats up as you drop your eyes, fidgeting nervously in your seat. “I don’t feel comfortable with a... a sexual relationshi-”

“That’s perfectly acceptable.” Shouto cuts you off before you can continue. “I wasn’t trying to insinuate a contract of that nature. I’m thinking more along the lines of accompanying me at meals, sharing experiences with me, providing company and friendship to a lonely man. If it seems that we’d like to progress further than that after we get to know each other, well, that will be addressed then. For now-” Shouto meets your eye, dipping his head a smidgeon so he can look at you directly. “All I ask for is a simple, non-intimate bond between two people.”

This is crazy.

And yet you accept.

The situation may be wild, and completely absurd, but you’d be a fool not to say yes.

Shouto is charming and handsome, respectful, courteous - you could go on and on about his positive qualities. He just seems like a sad, lonesome man swallowed by work and responsibilities, too stressed and busy to put the effort into making friends the conventional way. 

-----

Months pass by.

You’re eating at every meal, sated and never going hungry. You’re able to move into a new place, one that doesn’t smell like cigarettes and sits right next to a railroad.

Clothes aren’t a worry anymore, you have your own washer and dryer in your new apartment (Shouto offered to buy you a house, or a penthouse at the least, but you couldn’t justify it to yourself). You’re able to afford new things, and pretty dresses, shoes that are comfortable and fashionable and that fit.

You no longer have to wear clothes down until they have holes in them. You’re able to go to the doctor’s when you feel sick, able to pay for health insurance.

Life is good.

Shouto is a personable man, serious, but he can be rather funny and even crude at times.

The doubt and thoughts of “Why is he doing this for me?” and “I’m not good enough for this.” plague you, but Shouto always seems to catch on, reassuring you that you’re exactly what he needs - a friend.

And you’re more than happy to be that.

You think sometimes, that even if he wasn’t paying you, you’d still like to be friends with Shouto Todoroki.

Until he starts acting weird.

“You should just stay at my place. I have more than enough room,, it’d be easier for both our schedules. We’d get to see each other more often.”

“Uhm...” You don’t really know what to say. You like your freedom, and having your own place where you can walk around in your (expensive) underwear without being bothered.

“I think it’d be nice, don’t you? We could have breakfast every morning, you wouldn’t have to worry about traveling to and fro, we could spend more time together. We don’t see each other nearly enough.”

He’s pushing, insistent. How are you supposed to tell him no? He’s paying for your entire life. Plus, it wouldn’t be that bad to actually live with him. Shouto’s an amicable man.

So you move in.

“I bought you a few things, they’re on your bed.” 

Shouto’s striding into the kitchen where you’re making coffee, buttoning up his shirt as he comes closer. You’ve found that the man likes to sleep in nothing but boxers, shrieking and flushing an embarrassing shade the first time he’d come to wake you up with a sweet “welcome” breakfast in bed.

It’s taken a while to adjust, but you finally feel that you’re fully settled in.

“Oh, you really don’t ha-”

“I wanted to. I went through your closet - your clothes are nice, but your underwear seemed to be lacking.” He’s so matter-of-fact.

All you can do is stare at the back of his head.

“Could you pass me a spoon please?”

-----

Shouto had splurged on expensive, fancy lingerie. 

At least eight different sets were laid out on your bed. It was overwhelming. It also felt.... a bit intrusive? They were all in your size, in a complementary color for your skin tone. 

Weird.

Not as weird as the onset of Shouto’s casual touches.

You’d be reading, or drinking tea and watching cars race by on the street so far below, and Shouto would come up behind you, caress your sides before intertwining his fingers with yours on one hand. He did it as if it was a normal thing, but it felt anything but normal.

Or you’d be on the couch together, and Shouto would shuffle closer until his large body was pressed to yours, almost curled around you. The faux-cuddling was a bit more off putting. How do you tell him no?

The touches became more and more intimate, Shouto’s gifts more and more frequent until you weren’t even spending a penny, the man taking care of everything.

The arrangement was beginning to make you uncomfortable.

Shouto’s bi-colored eyes seemed to always be on you, tracing the shape of your body, watching you move, or breath, or sit. It was distracting, and you felt bad for feeling this way towards the man who’d pulled you out of poverty, but it was so unnerving.

He seemed to notice.

“You’ve been so stressed these past few days. Is something wrong?” Shouto’s rubbing a hand into your shoulder, hovering over you at the dinner table.

“No?” Is all you can manage, wiping your hands on your napkin as you finish your food.

Shouto frowns. With a sigh, his hand drops from your shoulder and the man leaves your side, heads toward the kitchen.

You clear your plate from the table, following after him so you can wash it and put it in the dishwasher before you head off to get ready for bed. 

But Shouto is rummaging in a cupboard, pulling down two wine glasses to accompany the bottle of wine that’s standing proud on the island.  It’s your favorite, a sweet wine that Shouto knows you like, always brings it out when he decides to drink whisky or bourbon after dinner.

He pops the cork and pours you a glass while you finish with your dishes, handing you the glass when you turn away from the sink, pressing it into your hands. “Let’s relax a little bit, it’ll be good for both of us.”

You’re fine with that, knowing that a little wine won’t hurt you, especially when it’s of such fine quality. You’d never dreamed that you’d be able to taste such richness in your lifetime, spend frivolous amounts of money on wine and fine eateries. Yet here you are.

Shouto pours himself a glass, barely a sip filling the bottom. The man raises it to his lips and takes a swig, grimacing a bit in his flat, unexpressive way. You giggle a little.

“Too sweet?’

The man nods, setting the glass back down. “I’m not entirely sure how you can stand to stomach it. But if it makes you happy-” He shrugs, before pulling on of the bar-stools out from under the island so he can sit facing you, long legs stretching out before him.

You look at him, and he looks at you, and then you take another sip of wine to avoid the awkwardness.

“You’re distancing yourself from me.”

The accusation is quiet, Shouto’s eyes focused on your fingers wrapped around the stem of the glass.

He’s always been straightforward with his words. “Is there a reason you keep drawing away?”

The wine disappears from your glass, sliding down your throat and settling in your stomach. You fill your glass again before speaking, struggling to find the right words without upsetting your... benefactor.

“Well, Shouto... I don’t really know how to...” You trail off, hoping Shouto will say something, change the subject, say it’s alright and move on to something else.

But the man stays silent, eyes appraising you.

Taking a deep breath, and another gulp of sweetness, you try again.

“Sometimes the closeness... like, physical closeness? Makes me, well, uncomfortable.”

Hopefully, that would satisfy his curiosity for now. That wasn’t the only reason you’d been avoiding Shouto seeming distant, but you didn’t think sharing the others would result in anything good.

Said man accepted your response, dropping his eyes to his lap as he mulled it over. More wine was consumed, glass re-filled. You felt nervous.

“You’re saying that my touch isn’t something you’d prefer.”

Biting your lip, you soften at his confused expression, at the hint of sadness swimming behind his eyes. “Kind of. I don’t mind you Shouto, you’re really kind, and you’re good company, and a wonderful friend. I just don’t think the.... the intimacy is for me.”

Shouto raises his head, stares at you with those pretty eyes, lips parted as he comes to terms with your words. 

“It sounds like you don’t trust me. I would never hurt you, you know this.”

You scramble to assure him. “I do! I do trust you, and I know you wouldn’t.” (at least you hoped) “But I guess I just... Coming into this agreement I wasn’t ready for that type of... thing. I don’t know if I ever will be.”

The man rises, shakes his head as he steps closer to you. “Don’t worry, I remember our first conversation about that aspect. I see that for you, that type of relationship would only begin after you really cared for the other person, trusted and wanted to see them happy, am I correct?”

“Oh, Shouto-” You rush. “No, I care for you, and I trust you, and of course I want to see you happy. I think it’s just, y’know, my last relationship like that went really bad, and it sucked. I don’t want to go through that again.”

Shouto nods, understanding. “I see. You don’t have to worry about any of that with me then.”

A smile crosses your face, and you feel relived that he accepted your rejection with grace and understanding instead of violence or anger. “Thank you, it means a lot to me.”

The mood of the room shifted, from tense and uncomfortable, to easy and light, and you poured another glass of wine, laughing a little at how worried you were about the conversation with Shouto, only for it all to turn out fine.

“I’m going to go drink some of the liquor that’s kept in my room. I could mix a few drinks for you to try, you might like how sweet they are. I know hard alcohol isn’t quite your thing.”

You beam a smile, nodding your head eagerly. Before, you’d feel apprehensive about going into his room with him to drink alcohol. But with the conversation the two of you just had, you knew - things would be fine.

-----

The room was spinning and you felt giddy and light. You were definitely tipsy.

“You can lay down on my bed, you’re getting wobbly on your feet.” Shouto had offered, and you’d gladly accepted, flopping down onto his comfy bedspread with a laugh at how the motion made butterflies rise in your tummy.

Shouto leaned against his dresser, swirling whiskey in his glass as he watched you, a half-smile across his face. You smiled back, before closing your eyes, a little bit tired as you realized that you might be a bit more than just tipsy.

Shouto had mixed quite a few drinks for you, and you’d drank each one eagerly, impressed with how little alcohol you could taste in each one. You don’t remember how many you had, but it didn’t really matter.

The next thing you know, hands are on your waist, scooting you further up the bed so your legs no longer hang off the edge. Cracking open an eye, you’re met with the visage of red-and-white, eyes soft and warm as they regard you, Shouto’s face tinged a bit pink from the few drinks he had consumed. The man had never been too good at holding his alcohol.

When those hands started to slip beneath your shirt, you wiggled like a little worm, not really comprehending the situation. Maybe it was a dream.

Your shirt was discarded, then your pants. It felt much more comfortable now, and you mumbled a “thanks” to the man helping you settle for bed. He was so nice, Shouto took such good care of you. You still kind of couldn’t believe the turn your life had taken with him, the good luck pushed into your path.

Someone was kissing you.

With a grunt of surprise, you kissed them back, meeting their feverish pace and trying to keep up, soft lips puckering and pushing against your own with intent. Kissing felt good. You liked kissing.

Then a hand was cupping your face, stroking tenderly over your cheek before it began sliding down, down your neck, into the valley between your breasts, trailing over your bra. It felt funny.

Pushing back for air, you gasped when the hand on your chest started squeezing at you, eyes flying open with the startling, sudden sensation.

Shouto was hovering over you, lips puffy, panting as he stared at you with lusty eyes, an uncharacteristic look on his face. This... this wasn’t supposed to be like this. You knew. Hadn’t the two of you just talked about something... important? Was it important?

You didn’t feel panic until a hand cupped your sex, feeling your skin through your panties.

This wasn’t right.

Alarm bells were ringing, dull and far away, but you didn’t think that Shouto should be touching you in such a way. you should be going to bed.

“Mm, Sho, can you stop?” But your words felt funny on your tongue, and Shouto didn’t stop. Maybe he didn’t hear you.

His hair tickled your chin as the man bent to mouth at your tits, pulling the cups of your bra underneath them so he could feel your hot skin, let his saliva drag slick and wet against your chest. 

Your hands instinctively rooted themselves in his hair as you gasped again, not expecting such a move, tugging lightly at his head to pull him up. Shouto just groaned, teething gently at your breasts and not moving an inch. His hips were grinding against the bed though, as he stood between your spread legs.

Before you knew it, your panties were gone, bra clumsily unclasped and discarded, and you were completely bare. Shouto was undressing before you, struggling with the buttons on his shirt before giving up, easily ripping the fabric of his body with one tug, grumbling.

You didn’t feel so tipsy anymore.

“Shouto, what’re we doing? We shouldn’t be doing this, we need to stop-”

“Stay down.” Was his firm command, a hand splayed across your naked chest and pushing you back into the mattress as you tried to sit up. It made you breathless, the growl in his voice, the dominance emanating from the man. You stayed still.

“This’s gonna make us a stronger couple.” The man slurred, eyes dark and hands wandering, effortlessly keeping you pinned against the bed as he ground his hips forward against the edge. You were getting scared.

“Wait-”

You fell silent as one hand pushed down his pants, his underwear going with them, pink cock bobbing free. He was so pretty down there, and it made sense, all of him was pretty, but you suddenly realized the weight of the situation, what was happening.

“Shouto, no, oh my god. We gotta stop right now, we’re drunk, we’re-we’re-”

“Don’t care. Not gonna let you hide away from me this time.” Shouto shook his head, taking his cock in one hand and giving it a long, slow pump, flushed tip weeping precum and wetting his hand.

“No, no, this is wrong. I don’t want this, I could get pregnant!” You cried, beginning to panic for real, pushing against the one strong hand anchoring you to the bed.

Shouto just chuckled, letting go of his cock to crowd against you, getting up in your face to press a wet finger to your lips, the salty taste of his precum threatening to slip into your mouth unless you kept it shut. “Shhh, shh. If you stay nice and still, if you do what I say, I’ll use a condom.”

You couldn’t believe your ears.

“You’re gonna listen to me, you always do.” The man nodded to himself, once again dragging his cock against the bed between your legs, as if he couldn’t stop himself. “Or else I’ll fuck you raw.” The finger was pulled from your lips, only to be wagged teasingly in your face. 

You couldn’t believe how he was acting.

“Be nice.”

Shouto tapped your nose with a neatly manicured finger, before groaning as he heaved himself upright, red cock bobbing against his stomach, desperate for attention. The man gave you a look, as if to say “don’t move” before he took his hands off you, heading for his dresser.

Once you saw him pulling out a strip of condoms, you were on your feet, stumbling toward the door.

Although panic had sobered you somewhat, you were still struggling with the effects of the alcohol, so your reaction time was maddeningly slow. Slow enough that you weren’t able to truly fight against Shouto when he grabbed you from behind toned arms wrapping around your middle and heaving you into the air, only to throw you back on his bed.

You were almost sick on the bedspread, world spinning and stomach protesting, but you were able to calm yourself.

But then Shouto was on you, flipping you onto your back, a soft hand pressing against your throat threateningly. 

“You want to have a baby? Want me to cum in you so you’ll get all fat with kids? Hm?” He was so intense, almost choking you, straddling your waist and keeping you pinned. It was too much

You were able to manage a tearful, desperate “No!” despite the hand around your throat, and Shouto backed off, releasing the pressure to instead stroke his hand against the sides of your neck.

“Stop acting like this, it’s the next logical step for us. You said you cared for me, wanna make me happy. This’ll make me happy. I won’t be like the last guy.”

His cock was pressed against your stomach, and you could feel it twitching. Shouto clambered off of you, letting go of your neck so he could grab the condoms he’d tossed on the bed before snatching you up.

“Do what I say and I use these.” He waved them in your face before tearing one off, beginning to open it. 

You stayed still, gazing at him blearily, limbs feeling fuzzy, mind feeling the same.

The condom was rolled onto Shouto’s cock, the man spitting into his palm and giving the latex a few rubs to make it slick before reaching for you.

He dragged you to the edge of the bed - the perfect height for him to fuck you - and you didn’t fight, terrified of his threat. You couldn’t stand the thought of a baby.

(You didn’t know, but neither could he)

“Wanted to do this since I met you.” Shouto mumbled, pushing your panties to the side with a few fingers so he could guide his tip to your hole. “Want you so bad.”

You didn’t know what to think of this side of Shouto. This unreserved, uncareful, slurring mess of a man that loomed before you, gaze dark and wild, limbs everywhere as he groped and squeezed and appreciate the shape of your body.

But he must’ve gotten impatient, because then he was pushing inside.

It hurt, stinging pain rippling up your back and you keened, causing Shouto to pause. One of his hands darted down to wrap around your calf, hauling it up on the bed so he could lean forward and press it to you chest, sinking his cock a few inches deeper.

“You’re gonna take it.” He hissed before messily kissing you, pressed so close together that it was hard to breathe. “I’ll make it feel good after you do.”

[dememetor]

HEY HEY HEY

I love your writing, can I please get jealous hcs for anyone? Please include suna thi he's my latest brainrot hAHA

hi, thanks for the request! and suna brainrot?? bitch me too the fuck. anyways, hope you enjoy~

(also sorry this is kinda late, i've rewritten iwaizumi and bokuto ones a million times)

Haikyuu boys when they're jealous

characters suna rintarou, kuroo tetsurou, iwaizumi hajime, bokuto koutarou, kenma kozume

warnings none but i'm probably gonna say fuck at some point

Suna Rintarou

he tries to be chill about it, he does

it hurts his ego to be this clingy but god

he can't help but to feel that sour sting of jealousy when he sees another guy approaching you

at first will only take a quick glance from afar, just to check if the guy is bothering you, and then promises himself to stay out of your business

well he doesn't

once he decides the guy has lost talking-to-y/n-alone privilege, he will nonchalantly make his way towards you, one hand in his pocket, other sneaking its way to your shoulder, resting his elbow and giving the poor boy a menacing look

he can be pretty intimidating too with that eyeliner and all

(but that look only works on people that don't know him well, he tried it on atsumu once and the latter just laughed in his face)

not the type to be openly jealous but when he sees someone blatantly flirting with you he will start to give you the Glance

blinks slowly (you know, like that one blonde haired guy gif) and looks at you through raised eyebrows as if to say hey babe, i love you and i trust you. what the fuck tho

and when the guy starts being borderline creepy he'll appear between you - and i mean literally will inject himself between you two and strike a conversation with you as if nothing weird happened

they usually get the hint, but this one guy tried to go around him, still rambling about whatever and suna literally turned on his heel and said "come again?" with such unrivaled coldness, his eyes exuding just sheer fucking spite

but like i said, unless the other guy is asking for it, he's not the type to start a direct confrontation

will take you by the hand and leave without much thought because he simply doesn't have the time for that shit

he might seem grumpy afterwards but a couple of soft kisses usually do the trick

soft kisses which are followed by a breathless make out session with you on his kitchen counter because he still wants you to know you're only his

Kuroo Tetsurou

this little bitch

never gets jealous

and i mean never

once pretended he was jealous just to make you feel better (??? his logic? unparalleled) but once you found out you beat his ass

loves it when you get jealous though (he thinks it's cute)

sometimes he does get insecure, but he shows it in an unusual way

like if you've been talking to someone, smiling at your phone for a while he'll just get up and randomly do a couple puhs-ups, start flexing his muscles and shit

all while you're looking at him like,,

"babe, what are you doing"

"oh i didn't think you'd notice me there. since you're on your damn phone all day"

"...are you my mom?"

nah he'll be fine (will steal your phone though)

also it's the funniest thing when he sees someone trying to flirt with you

he will literally walk over there, introduce himself (not mentioning he's your boyfriend) and act really interested in the conversation

he plays this game where he tries to see how long will it take the guy to realise you two are together (longest time: 24 minutes, record holder: yahaba shigeru)

whenever the guy asks you something he will interrupt you and answer for himself as if the guy were flirting with him

"so, like what do you do in your free time?"

"not mu-"

"oh i love taking long walks on the beach, especially during sunsets. i really think it is healthy for the mind and the soul, not to mention quite romantic too. don't you too love sunsets, kevin?"

at one point kevin will have had enough of it

"i was talking to y/n alone here"

"aw don't worry, you're not bothering me"

he is such a pain in the ass

why can't he just be normal

Iwaizumi Hajime

rational, mature, i love him

seriously, he is the bestest boy and he will treat you so well because he trusts you and respects your friendship with other guys as well

but on those rare occasions when he does get jealous,, oh boy

first of all, the PDA skyrockets, he has to have his arm around you at all times - around your shoulder? on your waist? in your backpocket? his hand's been there done that

not in any way possesive but will be really annoying unless you give him your full undivided attention that day

he lets himself be selfish a bit, after all he is your boyfriend he can have you all to himself for a day, right?

jealous sex with him? better prepare a wheelchair cause you want be able to walk straight tomorrow

sees a boy trying to flirt with you? tries not to make a scene but absolutely will throw the first punch if he needs to

one day he was having a particularly rough time at practice and all he wanted to do was lose himself in your arms and fall asleep to the feeling your fingertips tangled in his hair

and then he saw this?? guy? (the audacity!) laughing with you after telling some dumb joke and let me tell you - iwaizumi wasn't having any of it

he came up to you from behind, wrapped his arms around your waist and planted a small kiss on the crook of your neck

"when are we going home, love?"

and he gives him the calmest yet most fear inducing stare from behind you

and suddenly the pattern on poor boy's pants starts to look awful lot like piss stain

it is actually kinda hot how one single look from him can cause such a reaction

"he was just asking about english homework babe"

"yeah that's what they all say"

Bokuto Koutarou

gets jealous so so easily

it is actually fascinating

will get mad at otome games

"what does jumin han have that i don't???"

god forbid you pay attention to your pet more than him (btw you have a golden retriever and his name is bean)

you're sitting on the couch cuddling with your dog, scratching his ears, ruffling his fur and all that, and there he is, your clingy boyfriend, snuggling right next to you, demanding you play with his hair too

so dramatic

"you smiled at him... the way you used to smile at me..."

"bokuto, he's a dog"

the only guy he trusts 100% to be around you is akaashi, even kuroo is on thin ice

but him and akaashi are something else, one time you three had a sleepover and you felt like you were the third wheel

will act like a tough serious boyfriend in front of others, especially your other guy friends but in reality will look for affection immediately after

oh while we're at it - jealous bokuto kisses? are the best kisses

will also force you to wear one of his shirts for the rest of the day

my poor man is so touch starved so when he feels insecure or jealous he will look for comfort in things like holding your hand, nuzzling your neck or giving forehead kisses

but later that day, when you two are sitting on the couch cuddling he will quietly ask you something along the lines of "you still think i'm pretty, right?"

you can feel him all over you - his hands are creeping down your waist, he's pulling you in, deepening the kiss until all you can see, think and feel is him

he wants to show you exactly how much he wants you and what you were missing out on while you weren't paying attention to him

and it shocks you for a moment because you didn't realise just how much that one short moment of jealousy actually stayed with him

you have to reassure him he's the most beautiful boy you have ever met, and not only that, but also the funniest and the most caring person as well, and that you would never leave his side no matter what happened

and as much as he loves getting praised he always gets embarrassed, so he just smiles in return, but he is also happy to know you're there for him and you don't think he is too much

Kenma Kozume

it depends on his mood honestly

sometimes he doesn't mind it even if the other guy is flirting with you and sometimes will get pissy if you smile at the cashier

but when this boy gets really jealous oh my GOD

he is just like bokuto if not worse; he just hides it so well

one time you went grocery shopping with him and spent the entire time texting your friend who had just told you she was visiting your city

and he got so offended

you didn't even notice it until later that day when you came home and he suddenly refused to cuddle with you

silent treatment

lifts his nose and ignores you, only giving you dirty side glances from under the eye

such a massive sense of pride in those 170 cm even oikawa would be impressed

in my country there's a saying "it's in the smallest bottle that the poison lies" and honestly? yeah

at some point you realise why he's acting like that and you start teasing him

"i am not jealous i am just mildly irritated" is the only thing he deems necessary to say before going back to being unnecessarily pissed

he reminds you of an angry cat

it's kind of amusing seeing him like this but you were also getting real tired of his shit

don't even try bribing him (you tried buying him over with a ps5 but he just looked at you unimpressed, disgusted that you think so low of him)

the only thing he will accept is a sincere apology

if it's sincere or not is up to him to decide, obviously

which can lead to quite some bickering

will try to get you to beg but please have dignity, if you do it once he will make you do it every time

yeah generally a lttle shit but his kisses after making up are just as eager as yours so

[angelasscribbles]

Savage Love Chapter 13: Rooftop

 Series: Savage Love

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Riley x Liam, Riley x Drake

Rating: NSFW 🍋🍋🍋

Warnings: sexual depiction

Song Inspiration: One Day by Imagine Dragons

Word Count: 3,154

My other stuff: Master List.

I made sure no one was following me as I slipped down the west hallway and climbed up a little used staircase to the roof.

I arrived on the palace rooftop just in time to watch night fall across the sky, swallowing the reds and blues as a black velvet curtain studded with sparkling diamonds took their place.

“Riley, over here!” I tore my eyes away from the sunset to find Liam smiling at me, gesturing toward a thick, wool blanket spread on the ground. There was large picnic basket on one side and bucket of ice with a bottle of champagne in it.

“What’s all this?” I asked him as our hands clasped and I leaned forward to drop a quick kiss on his cheek.

“I thought you might like some dessert. I have chocolate covered strawberries in here, freshly baked baklava, and some chocolate mousse. I wasn’t sure what you would prefer. Here, sit.”

I sat as I breathed in the night air, “Liam, it’s beautiful up here at night.” The stars glittered brightly above us, and though I knew it wasn’t true, they looked close enough to touch, as if I could reach my hand out and scoop them from the sky.

“It is.” He responded. I glanced at him to find his eyes locked on me. I shivered partly due to the night air, partly to the intensity I saw in his eyes.

“Are you cold?” He asked me.

“It’s a little chilly.”

“Here.” He shrugged out of his jacket and draped it across my shoulders.

“Thanks, but aren’t you going to be cold now?”

“No. My shirt has long sleeves, this dress you’re in doesn’t even have sleeves. Not that it needs them, I mean, you don’t- ah, you look good in anything…everything…” He paused and looked away as a flush crept across his face.

“Are you ok?”

He looked back at me sheepishly, “You have a way of knocking me off balance, that’s all.”

I arched an eyebrow at him, “Sorry?”

He laughed, “Don’t be sorry. It’s a good thing. Would you like some champagne?”

“Sure.”

He produced two elegant long stemmed champagne flutes from the basket and filled them, handing me one. His fingers brushed mine as I took it. There was an undeniable spark every time we touched.

“To the Via Imperii.” He said.

“What?” I laughed.

“I know they’re the bad guys, but if not for them, I’d still be fruitlessly looking for you.” He tipped his glass toward me, and I tapped it with my own.

“Would you?” I asked as I raised the flute to my mouth to drink.

“Yes.” He scooted closer to me, “The night we spent together in New York was magical and not just because of the sex, which was fucking amazing by the way, but because of you! A total stranger said they wanted to see the statue of liberty and you went out of your way to make that happen, just to make me smile, no other motive.”

“What other motive would there be?”

“Trust me, when people know who I am, or rather, what my position is, the motive is always to curry favor.” He sat his glass down then took mine and sat it next to his. “But you’re not like that, even now. You know who I am, but you don’t treat me any differently than you did in New York.”

“I’m used to being around royalty, Liam, it’s not that big of a deal to me.”

“Even so. There are ladies here from other royal families and you see how they fawn all over Leo and they don’t even know him. They want to marry him to advance their own social position.”

I frowned, “Yeah. I’m definitely the opposite of that. I literally ran away from home to avoid being married off to some prince or duke in the interest of  making alliances.”

He took my hands in his and searched my face, his face scrunched in concern, “Your parents would have forced you to marry someone against your will?”

“Well…no, but the pressure to find a suitable match can be pretty intense.”

He nodded, “Yes, I’m aware. I’m not even the heir, I’m the spare and the pressure is phenomenal. I can’t imagine how Leo feels.”

“Speaking of Leo…do you think he’s been acting weird lately?”

“What do you mean?”        

“I don’t know what I mean. When did he start having you sit in on meetings with him?”

“I’ve always done it to some extent, but the last few days he’s had me following him everywhere. Frankly, it’s exhausting.”

“Hm.”

“Why? What are you thinking?”

“I…I’m not sure and it’s probably nothing. Let’s not talk about Leo right now. You were telling me how you would have kept searching for me?” I teased.

“Forever, to the ends of the earth.” He breathed out ardently.

I started to laugh, but his expression was so serious as his eyes ran across my face that it caught in my throat. Unlike Drake with his often inscrutable mien, Liam wore every thought and emotion on his face. At least with me he did. It was kind of endearing.

“How are you like this?” Slipped out before I could censor myself.

“Like what?”

“Most men in your position are arrogant, entitled, self-absorbed, narcissistic-“

His laugh was pure and clear and there was no artifice in it. “Tell me how you really feel!”

His laugh made me happy, and without thinking, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. He became serious in an instant as his arms wrapped around me and he returned the kiss. My entire body relaxed into it, he was a really good kisser, but it wasn’t just that. The sparks that flew between us were powerful, potent and it was hard to think straight when his body was pressed against mine.

So, I didn’t. Think, that is. I let my body run on pure instinct and my instincts were all over him. I ran a hand through his hair as I deepened the kiss. He moaned softly against my lips. I pulled back from his mouth only to attack the side of his neck. I inhaled deeply, the musky scent of him causing my heart rate to speed up and sending a shockwave of heat plunging straight to my center. I bit gently at his earlobe before running my tongue around the shell. I felt him shudder as I scraped my teeth down the side of his neck before latching on and sucking the delicate skin there into my mouth. Loud whimpers broke out of him as he tugged me tighter against him.

I pulled back and giggled, “Sorry, that’s going to leave a mark.”

“Leave marks. Leave all the marks you want, I like it.” He instructed as he pulled my head down on the other side of his neck. He did seem to like it, a lot, so I complied. Who was I to deny him? When I was done, he was marked from the front of his throat, around both sides, and trailing up one side to the area behind his ear.

I moved back a little and surveyed my handiwork with satisfaction. “Yeah, that’s definitely going to show.”

“Good.”

“People are going to ask questions.”

“I don’t care. When they start to fade, will you mark me again?” He asked.

“If that’s what you want.” I laughed.

He was serious when he told me, “It is. I want your marks on me. I’m yours, Riley, and I don’t care who knows it.”

“Liam, I-“

“Don’t worry, I know I can’t tell anyone because you’re undercover and all that.”

That wasn’t really my biggest concern. I knew Liam wasn’t going to do anything to blow my cover or compromise the investigation. It was the I’m yours comment that concerned me. While I can’t deny that it sent a thrill through me, I felt like maybe I needed to reiterate that this wasn’t going anywhere.

My protests were cut off when his mouth connected with my neck, the warmth of his tongue, the gentle scrape of his teeth and the feel of his hands as they began to explore my body conspired to make me forget what I was supposed to be protesting.  

He pushed his jacket off my shoulders, and I shivered, but not from the cold, as his mouth dipped down to suck at the soft flesh exposed by the low cut of my dress. He cupped a breast in each hand and his thumbs ran across the hard points of my nipples as they pushed against the thin fabric covering them. My head fell back as my hands grabbed his, pushing it into my chest. My body arched up to meet him as little sounds of pleasure bubbled to the surface and broke forth from my mouth.

My sounds of arousal provoked some arousal of his own. His lips moved back up to mine as his hands went behind me to fumble with my zipper. By the time he managed to pull it down, I had his shirt unbuttoned. His mouth was still on mine as he helped the dress slide down my body.

I pulled him down on top of me as I eased back onto the blanket. His lips glided across my face, neck and shoulders before finding my breasts again, his tongue gliding and flicking across my erect nipples. Every lick, every suck, every gentle nip sent sparks twisting through me, tiny shockwaves of pleasure pulsing along every neural path in my body.

“Liam.” I breathed as I pushed up against his body while pulling him back up by his hair. My hands went to his pants, helping him out of them.

His eyes locked on mine as he entered me. I stared back into deep pools of onyx, almost as dark as the night around us, making me certain that drowning in them would make death worth it. His body moved on top of mine, each thrust a new wave of ecstasy washing over me, building slowly in pace and intensity as I lost myself in tactile sensuality. Then he hit just the right spot deep inside me, just the right way and I crashed over the edge, taking him with me as my legs wrapped around him, my nails dug into him, and my teeth sank into his chest.

He cried out my name as he pulsed inside of me, burying himself as deep as possible as he collapsed on top of me, his breath in my ear, his sweat drenched chest slick as it rested against me. I drew my nails lightly down his back, delighted by the shivers I provoked.

He maintained his position between my legs as he laid gentle kisses along my hairline, jaw and neck, his hot breath a sharp contrast to the chill of the night around us.

I gazed up at the stars, bright pinpricks of light dotting the sky all around us as I luxuriated in the sensation of his mouth on my skin, the intoxicating scent of him and feel of his hair as my fingers ran through it, soft, silky, smooth. I sighed as a sense of peace and contentment stole over me.

Liam shattered that sense of peace and contentment when he gazed down at me and said, “Riley, I think I lo-“

“No!” My fingers flew to his lips in a panic, pressing against them, “Please, don’t say it! I told you, I’m only here until we take down the Via Imperii, then I’ll be moving on to whatever assignment comes next.”

He was quite for a moment, considering that, then he lifted his eyes back to mine and asked, “But you know where I am now, you could visit-“

“What kind of a relationship would that be? Not seeing each other for weeks, months at a time? You might not even know where I’m at for huge stretches of time.” I said as I pushed him off me and sat up, reaching for my dress.

“I’m ok with that.” He stood, pulling his pants back on as he watched me.

“How could you be ok with that?” I asked as I stood to slip back into my dress.                                   

Liam hurried over so he could pull the zipper up for me, “Riley, you’re worth the wait.”

I smiled sadly as I turned to face him, shaking my head, “I wouldn’t ask you to do that, sit around and wait on me. And I don’t want to hurt you.”

His face broke out in that Christmas morning grin, I looked at him as confusion swirled through my chest. I was delivering bad news, why did he look like he’d just won the lottery? “You care about my feelings?” He asked as he buttoned his shirt.

What was he so happy about? Of course I didn’t want to hurt him, he was sweet, caring, genuine and I’m not a monster. “Yes, Liam. You’re a good person. You don’t deserve to be hurt.”

The grin only intensified, “You care about my feelings because you care about me!” He practically crowed with delight.

“I mean….yes…” I responded carefully, “You’re my friend, I don’t want to see you get hurt. Even by me.” Especially by me.

He picked his jacket up off the ground and draped it across my shoulders again. “You’re not as cold hearted as you like to project, Riley.”

“Liam, we’re just friends.” I told him as I resumed sitting on the blanket and snuggled into the warmth of his jacket.

He waggled his eyebrows at me playfully as he sat beside me, “Friends with benefits?”

“Obviously.” I laughed.

“Mmm.” He gave me an appraising look.

“What?”

He turned back to the picnic basket and started unpacking it. “I mean…you say we’re just friends, but we’ve been on two dates now.” He gave me a teasing grin, but I knew he meant it. He was still determined to turn this into a relationship.

He held out the baklava and I shook my head, pointing to the chocolate mousse instead. I grunted in consternation as I took it, “Liam, I mean it! I don’t do relationships!”

He gave me an elaborate shrug, “I don’t care what we call it. It doesn’t have to be a relationship. How about…a situationship?”

“A…what?” I couldn’t help it; I threw my head back and laughed. He was good at making me laugh.

“A situationship. This,” He gestured back and forth between us, “this situation we find ourselves in…it’s a situationship.”

I snorted, loudly, “Sorry!” I said as I choked on my laughter.

“Don’t be sorry, I love your laugh, snorting and all. I like that I can make you laugh that hard.” He piled a paper plate with baklava and we sat in a comfortable silence for a while as we ate.

“Mmm, this is really good!” I told him, “To die for!”

“That good, really?”

“Yes!” I assured him, nodding vigorously, “You want to try some?” I held a spoonful out to him, and he leaned forward with a mischievous grin. He licked the mousse off the spoon pretty damn seductively. If he was trying to get my attention, he had it. “Damn.”

He sat back with a smug smile. “Can I ask you a question?”

“I think you can pretty much ask me whatever you want right now.”

“If you weren’t an undercover agent, would you date me?”

I considered that as I scraped my spoon along the inside of the glass. Finally, I nodded as I took the last bite, then I answered him, “Any woman would be lucky to date you, Liam. You’re hilarious and you’re smart, kind, considerate, hot as hell, a good kisser, I mean…. Sure, if I wasn’t me….if I didn’t do what I do for a living and I was a stable, normal person then yes, I would date you.”

He nodded thoughtfully like I’d just confirmed something he already knew. “Do you have friends?”

“What?”

“I know you have family. Do you visit them?”

“Yeah. When I can.”

“Do you have friends you visit?”

“A few I suppose.”

“So, we’ve established that you like me, that you consider me a friend, that you’d date me if you did the dating thing, I make you laugh…”

“Ok…” I watched him suspiciously, “What’s your point?”

“What’s to stop you from coming to visit me, after this is all over? If we’re just friends and you visit your friends, and we have fun when we’re together….” He spread his hands out in front of him, “What’s the problem?”

“The problem is that you want more than that, Liam, and I can’t give it to you.”

“I do want more than that, Riley. But I’ll take what I can get. So, I think you should come visit.”

“Maybe…”

“It’s ok, I get it. You’re afraid if you do, you’ll fall in love with me, I understand. I’ve been told I’m pretty irresistible.” He teased as he packed up the picnic basket.

I laughed, “Ok, fine. I suppose I could come visit, occasionally. It’d be nice to see you again. And Leo and Drake.”

“Drake, yeah.” He shot me a sidelong glance.

“If I came to visit, I’d want to see Drake too. Does that bother you?”

He didn’t even think about it, “No. I don’t care what you do with him. I just don’t want you to stop doing this with me.”

“That’s very enlightened of you.”

He shrugged again, “I lo- I like you, Riley, a lot. I’m not trying to own you, control you or stake a claim to you. I just want to keep spending time with you, I like talking to you. I feel a connection with you, like we’ve known each other forever somehow. I know I can tell you anything and I hope you feel the same way about me.”

He looked away. It was dark, but I’d bet money he was blushing. I reached over and took his hand, “I do. I’m glad you trust me, Liam. And I like spending time with and talking to you too.”

His eyes found mine as he said, “I know I could make you happy, Riley, if you ever decide to let me.”

I didn’t know what to say to that, so I said, “We should probably get inside; it’s getting windy up here.”

“Of course!” He jumped to his feet so that he could help me to mine. He quickly folded the blanket, placing it into the picnic basket before asking, “May I escort you to your room?”

I smiled up at him, “I was hoping you’d escort me to yours.”

His Christmas morning smile was back in place as he scooped the basket off the ground then offered me his arm, “I would absolutely love to!”

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hello Astra-san! Congratulations on your 200 followers!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉 I'm very interested on your event, the AUs are so cute! Can I have the Band AU with drummer Killer and the prompt 5 from the angst list with a female reader please? To me the prompt sounds like someone is forcing themselves on the reader and Killer doesn't like jerks that can't take no OR flirt with his girl >:)

Sorry for the big ask. Keep doing what you like and everything will workout in the end. Thank you. Bye-bye ヾ(＾∇＾).

Warnings: assault, Killer beating the shit out of a guy, reader leaving Killer

Word Count: 1010

So I just want to be clear, you did request angst, so even though Killer’s protecting the girl, it’s not like they’re going to ride off into the sunset or anything. Also, I had a bit of a hard time depicting Killer, there aren’t a lot of scenes with him in the manga and not a lot about his personality online, so I hope I did alright in how I wrote him.

Arms wrapped around your knees, you wondered how things had gotten like this. It had been so easy at first. You were dating Killer, not Killer, lead drummer of the rock band ‘Victoria Punk’, just Killer. He didn’t have thousands, or millions, or whatever stupid number of fans, he didn’t tour all over hell and creation, he played the drums with his friends in your parents’ garage or small gigs around the city. It was a don’t quit your dayjob kind of thing and honestly, you wished it would go back to that, though perhaps it was too late for that now. Even if things went back to how they had been, it still wouldn’t fix things. You vaguely wondered if you’d ever actually see him after last time.

Another concert, another boring night spent backstage listening to the same songs you’d heard more times than you cared to count. It wasn’t that you didn’t like their music, it’s just that it got old when 90% of what you listened to was your boyfriend’s band. Still, it wasn’t all bad, hanging out backstage, meeting other bands, it could sometimes be a blast. That being said, not all bands were great, or to be more accurate, not all bands had great people. Hence your current situation, trying to tug your arm out of a larger man’s grip. While you normally weren’t helpless, having learned a few things from Killer, this man was a lot bigger than you, a lot stronger than you, and a lot harder to escape. You’d already tried a number of things including simply trying to free yourself and kicking him in the balls, but those had only enraged the man. So now you struggled in his grip. You were getting desperate as he began to pull you away, each second that ticked by scaring you further. As far as you knew, Killer was still on stage, meaning he wasn’t going to be able to help, and there weren’t any bouncers in the immediate vicinity.

“No! I said leave me alone!” you shouted, still tugging in the opposite direction. No, whatever this slimeball had in mind, you wouldn’t let him. 

“She said let go.” a familiar voice growled. Turning, you saw a familiar face, or well, a familiar stage mask. 

“Get lost, loser, this ain’t none of your business.” the large man spat, glaring at Killer, only to find himself on the receiving end of one of Killer’s punches, the abnormally strong blow causing the man to let go of you as he stumbled back. Before the man could even regain his wits, Killer was beating the shit out of him while you huddled in a corner, trying to calm yourself. You didn’t even notice Killer walking over to you until he was kneeling down next to you and placing a hand on your shoulder. A surprised, terrified shriek left your lips as you skittered away from him, half expecting it to be the larger man.

“It’s me, Y/n.” Killer said as you looked at him, trying to calm your pounding heart. It was just Killer, the man who’d attacked you lay on the ground a short ways away, seemingly unconscious, though from the amount of blood splattered across the man’s face and Killer’s stage mask, you supposed it was possible that he might be dead. Killer held his hand out to you, his stage mask held in his hand as he gave you a sympathetic look, one most people didn’t get to see. He’d expected you to take his hand, twinges of worry creeping in when you stayed curled up in a ball, just staring at him. 

“I wanna go home.” you stated, looking from his hand back to him. Killer nodded, seeming to understand.

“I’ll walk you back to the tour bus-”

“No! I said I want to go home! I want to go where I know I’m safe!” you shouted, cutting the man off.

“Y/n.”

“Don’t Y/n, me! You promised me that it would be okay! You said that you had a talk with the other bands! This never should have happened! You said that the bands had all agreed! You promised that this wouldn’t happen again after last time!” you screamed, tears still running down your cheeks. It wasn’t the first time you’d been assaulted by a member of another band, speaking nothing of non-band members that made their way backstage. 

“I’ll protect you next-”

“I said no! I want to go home!” you continued to cry, scrambling to your feet, you tried to take off, only for Killer to grab your wrist, making you flinch in pain. It was the same wrist the man from earlier had held, the one that would likely be bruised in the morning. Looking back at him, he gave you a slightly pleading look, one he only ever gave you.

“When you’re done playing rock band, come find me back home.” you said, flinching slightly as you yanked your wrist out of Killer’s grip before walking away.

In truth, you knew that you probably wouldn’t see Killer any time soon, the man was loyal to Kid. The two of you hadn’t met, let alone started dating, until after he’d been long time friends with the fiery red-head. Still, you couldn’t help but hope from time to time that you’d hear a knock on your door, finding a familiar face when you answered it. Looking at your phone, you contemplated calling him up, or maybe checking the tabloids for any news on them. What was happening with the band? Were they doing alright? Just because you weren’t traveling with them didn’t mean that you didn’t care about them. They were your friends, but what would you find if you checked up on them? Killer would probably still be there, standing next to Kid, still wearing his signature mask. Picking up your phone you sighed, just to check up on them, make sure they were doing alright. Killer’s name popped up on your contacts list, you needed to see if they were okay.