#i’d elope w him

[euphor1a]

So. I know no one asked, but here’s my recipe for being delulu 😋

[f10werfae]

Kissies and Waxed

pairing: Lumberjack!Henry Cavill x Short!Shy!Wife!Reader

summary: Y/n gets all shy and adorable with her grumpy husband on their wedding night, letting him enjoy his waxed present(Dom Henry) (requested by anon)

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

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“Come on sugar, no need to be shy, m’your husband now. Seen your pretty pussy a handful a’times” Henry grumbled tugging on the laced back of his wife’s wedding gown, his lips dragging themselves down her neck and exposed shoulders. His larger hands coming round to subtly cup her breasts, giving them a light squeeze and jiggle.

“D-do I havta get butt naked?” She cutely whispered out, wrapping her arms around her smaller stature, her french tip nails highlighting their elegance. Having dated for a few months then eloping, Henry had definitively manoeuvred his way into her sweet tight pussy repeatedly; but for some reason tonight she was feeling shyer than normal.

“I mean i’d love to see ya, but it’s up to you” Henry chuckled, already pulling down the top of her dress, even with his words. “But you can trust me honey, don’t you trust me? love me?” Henry frowned furrowing his brows, making eye contact with her wide eyes through the mirror, the poor woman not noticing his manipulative tone.

“W-what! Of course I do! I promise I do Hen! Please forgive me” Y/n whimpered turning around in his arms, instantly feeling at ease when his burly arms wrapped around her short frame, his head resting atop hers. “I know you do sweet pea, I know” He whispered kissing the top of her head, he thought she was absolutely adorable and sexy at the same time, God he loves her so much; even if he shows it a different way than most..

“Can I take this off you sweets?”

Nodding into his chest, his fingers skilfully removed all the lace, his fingers tracing down her bare back and noticing that she was wearing nothing under the heavy gown. “No underwear? How naughty of you baby” Henry smirked softly smacking her ass softly, rubbing it with his palm afterwards.

“S’too warm n’ was too sensitive” Y/n whimpered rubbing her thighs together desperately, her face tucked away from him. “Sensitive? Why?” Henry asked confused, he hasn’t seen her since two days before the wedding for tradition, unless she had played with herself like she wasn’t supposed to.

“S-Stephanie brought me to get my private parts w-waxed” She whispered not knowing how he’d react, looking at the gown which had now pooled around her freshly painted toes, hearing nothing but his breaths starting to deepen. “So my pussy, is bald?”

Letting out a giggle at his stupid words Y/n stepped back a bit, doubling over in a giggle fit as he simply chuckled and smiled back. “What? Im serious, let me see my bald pussy” He smirked stepping forward, his eyes travelling down to see the bush that was usually on her mound, was now fully gone; instead showing off her soft smooth looking skin.

“Jesus baby, did ya do it for me?” His finger came under her chin so their eyes could meet, his lips coming closer to press a small kiss to her chin. Her hands holding on tightly to the waistband of his briefs, her lip held tightly beneath her teeth. “Yeah, wanted to be pretty for you!” She said naively smiling up at him, showing off all her beautiful pearly whites as she batted her lashes at him.

“So sweet, but you’re already so sweet n gorgeous sugar, s’just an extra present for me huh” He nuzzled his cheek against hers as he slowly walked her backwards towards their now shared marital bed, filled with new cotton sheets and velvet blankets to keep them warm during this harsh winter.

“R-really ya think so?” She whispered as he crawled on top of her, gasping as he left kisses all over her neck and chest, his lips tugging and licking at her pebbled nipples. “Oh baby trust me, I know so” He growled moving downwards to come face to face with her wet centre.

An excited smile coming onto his face as he nuzzled his face into her smooth pussy, lightly kissing its lips almost as if it was her mouth.

“s’smooth honey, still miss my woman’s bush though” He smirked keeping each hand on her breasts, his nose nudging against her engorged clit teasingly, breathing in her vanilla scent. “ill keep that in mind for next time b-bear” She whispered nodding her head seriously, Henry loved how his wife would do absolutely anything just to keep him happy, and he’d make sure she was looked after.

“Course you will sugar” Henry said more to himself, dipping his tongue in between her sticky folds, humming as he tasted her sweet self on his tongue. Not even giving her a second to adjust before his mouth is ravaging her centre like crazy, causing her upper body to sit up, her thighs clamping onto his head to keep his mouth on her. “T-too quick, oh-oh my” She whimpered out meeting Henry’s icy blue eyes, noticing the darkened lusty look in them, telling her he was nowhere near done tonight. He spat right onto her mound, making it shiny and slippery with his tongue before delving back into her hole again

Feeling her hole clench around his thick tongue, he pulled it out, giving her pussy one last tongue kiss before crawling over her; a smirk on his face as he watched her whimper and whine out. “Gotta love on my favourite pair of lips” He whispered against her lips, kissing it softly, the wetness on his lips transferring onto hers and letting her taste herself.

His tip was already prodding at her wet hole, his body knowing hers like the back of his hand. Remembering all the times he had taken her in the back of his truck, during a picnic, at the drive-in cinema and of course right on their front porch.

“A-ah” Y/n moaned out feeling Henry slowly start to inch into her extra sensitive pussy, his rough pubes scratching onto her newly waxed skin. “So sexy baby, my sweet wifey” He moaned bottoming out inside her, his heavy sac smacking against her rear softly. Wrapping her hands around each bicep Y/n felt hot tears build up in her eyes, Henry’s nestle of curls had rubbed against her clit, his balls had slapped her pussy and his fingers were toying with her nubs.

“F-feel you everywhere, I love it” She gasped out hanging her head back, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as her mouth sat agape. The tip of her tongue found itself being sucked by Henry, his mouth needing to taste her even more, he was addicted to her. That’s why he needed her, just as much as she needed him.

“Now that you’re my wife, gonna make sure you’re full of me every single day sugar, ya like that? Have ya walkin’ around our cabin drippin like a broken faucet” He growled letting go of her tongue, his mouth directly whispering the filthy things into her ear, in turn her moans were echoing in his. Her nails scraping against his back while his hips smacked into hers, her pussy being slapped continuously simultaneously.

“Fuck your pussy is going to make me cum sugar, your sweet honey pussy is going to make your husband cum” He said almost whimpering, his thrusts growing erratic and rough as he clawed at the sheets by her head, her own voice sore and hoarse as she squirted all over his messy cock.

“S-squirted?-“ Y/n looked down shocked, an embarrassed look on her face,

“Maybe this bald thing is the way to go then huh?” Henry teased before thrusting one more time, his hips still slightly grinding against her poor clit as his cum spurted in waves inside her cavern. Both of them breathing out tiredly, Y/n peppering Henry’s face with kisses, muttering out small words of ‘i love you’ ‘you deserve some kissies’ ‘my husband’

“Aw baby lemme give you a kissy since you love ‘em so much” He smiled rubbing his lips against hers, his fingers cupping her jaw enough for her mouth to pucker open, his tongue licking into it lewdly before spitting into it. A smiley look on Y/n’s face as she hugged him to her chest, giggling and squeezing him tightly, a sense of love overfilling her. Only letting go once she realised that Henry had actually fallen asleep, her big hibernating bear

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[moonselune]

OMG THANK YOU!! I absolutely loved the gith tav, I rqed it!! It was so beautiful. Haha, I can only imagine Ulder Ravenguards face when his son shows up with a Gith wife in tow. Beautiful story, I love your writings!

i just had to write this like just absolutely had to

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Wyll x F!Gith!Wife!reader | My Wife

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Wyll had always been the type to follow his heart, no matter where it led him—even if it led him into a whirlwind romance with a fierce and proud Githyanki warrior. So when the two of you decided to elope, he did so with the same determination and passion that had guided him through so many adventures. But now, as you both stood at the gates of Baldur’s Gate, preparing to face his father, the Grand Duke Ulder Ravengard, there was an air of trepidation surrounding you both.

You, a Githyanki, and Wyll, the Blade of Frontiers—two souls from vastly different worlds who had found love against all odds—were about to face one of the most daunting challenges yet: meeting the family.

Wyll squeezed your hand reassuringly as you approached the imposing doors of the Ravengard estate. The city was bustling with life, as always, but it felt as though the world had narrowed to just the two of you and the man who awaited beyond those doors.

“You know,” Wyll said with a small grin, “my father’s a tough man, but he’s not without a heart. He may be just… a bit surprised, is all.”

You raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk playing on your lips. “Surprised? That his son would marry a Githyanki warrior? Hardly seems surprising, considering yourself.”

Wyll chuckled, the sound warm and comforting. “Fair enough. But still, let’s ease him into it, shall we?”

Before you could respond, the doors were pulled open by a servant, who stepped aside to allow you both entry. The grandeur of the Ravengard estate was undeniable—rich tapestries adorned the walls, and the scent of aged wood and polished stone filled the air. A place of history and power, befitting the man who governed the city.

As you entered the main hall, you saw him: Ulder Ravengard, the Grand Duke, standing at the far end of the room. His imposing figure was unmistakable, a man of battle-hardened strength and stern authority. His eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of his son, Wyll, walking beside a Githyanki woman—a sight that would be shocking to any who knew the history between the Githyanki and the people of Faerûn.

“Father,” Wyll began, his voice steady despite the tension in the air. “I’d like you to meet my wife.”

Ulder Ravengard’s expression was unreadable for a moment as his gaze shifted from Wyll to you. There was a flicker of something in his eyes—disbelief, perhaps—but he quickly masked it with his usual stoic demeanor.

“Wyll,” Ulder said slowly, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to echo through the hall. “I see you’ve… made a rather unexpected choice.”

You straightened your posture, meeting the Grand Duke’s gaze with the unyielding confidence that came naturally to you as a Githyanki.

“Grand Duke Ravengard,” you said, inclining your head in a respectful nod. “It is an honor to meet you.”

Ulder’s eyes remained fixed on you, scrutinizing every detail as if trying to discern the true nature of the woman who had captured his son’s heart. For a moment, the tension was palpable, the weight of unspoken judgments heavy in the air. But then, Ulder’s expression softened, if only slightly.

“I’ve always known Wyll to be a man of conviction,” he said, his tone measured. “He follows his heart, no matter where it leads him. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised by this.”

Wyll smiled, a mixture of relief and pride in his eyes. “Father, she’s the one. We’ve been through a lot together, and I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.”

You glanced at Wyll, your heart swelling with affection at his words. There was no doubt in your mind that you felt the same way. Ulder let out a long breath, as if releasing the weight of his initial shock.

“Wyll,” he said, his voice softening in a way that was rare for the Grand Duke, “you’ve always been a challenge to keep up with. I may not fully understand this… union, but I can see the way you look at each other.”

He turned his gaze back to you, his eyes searching for something—perhaps sincerity, perhaps the truth of your feelings for his son.

“Tell me,” Ulder continued, “what is it that you see in my son, a man so different from your own people?”

You met his gaze with unwavering resolve. “Your son is a man of honor, strength, and compassion—qualities that are rare, even among my own people. He sees the good in others, even when it’s hidden beneath layers of pain and darkness. And most importantly, he’s someone who makes me believe that there’s more to this world than just survival. He’s shown me what it means to truly live.”

Ulder studied you for a moment longer before a small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Wyll,” he said, turning to his son, “it seems you’ve found someone who truly understands you. And for that, I’m relieved.”

Wyll beamed, his hand tightening around yours. “Thank you, Father.”

The rest of the evening passed with surprising ease. Ulder’s initial wariness gradually gave way to a cautious acceptance, and as the night went on, he even began to warm to you. By the time the sun had set, the three of you were engaged in animated conversation about Wyll’s adventures, the challenges you had faced together, and even the cultural differences between the Githyanki and the people of Faerûn. At one point, Ulder even chuckled—a rare sound that brought a smile to both your faces.

“You’ve certainly brought a new kind of excitement into our lives,” he said with a wry grin. “I suppose it’s only fitting, given who my son is.”

As the evening came to a close, you found yourself feeling more at ease than you had expected. Ulder had accepted you—perhaps not fully, but enough to make you feel like you had a place in Wyll’s life, in his family.

But as you prepared to leave, you noticed that Wyll was still deep in conversation with his father, the two of them discussing some flaming fist matter that had come up during the evening. It was clear that Wyll was in his element, and it warmed your heart to see him so engaged with a man who he was once so separated from. However, as the night grew later, you gently tugged on Wyll’s arm, drawing his attention back to you.

“Wyll,” you said with a playful smile, “it’s getting late. We should probably head back.”

Wyll blinked, as if snapping out of a trance, and then laughed. “You’re right. I’m sorry, I got a bit carried away.”

Ulder chuckled as well, a sound that was surprisingly warm. “Don’t worry, my boy. It’s good to see you so passionate about something. But yes, it’s time for you two to get some rest.”

Wyll nodded, turning to you with a loving smile. “Let’s go, then.”

As you made your way to the door, Ulder called out to you one last time. “And Wyll,” he said, his voice carrying a note of finality, “take good care of her.”

Wyll turned back, his expression serious. “I will, Father. I promise.”

With that, you and Wyll left the Ravengard estate, the night air cool and refreshing after the warmth of the evening. As you walked hand in hand through the streets of Baldur’s Gate, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment. The night had gone better than you had hoped, and you knew that Wyll’s family—his father—was now a part of your life as well.

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[thousandfourhundreddays]

In An Instant

Matty Healy x Reader

A/n hope you enjoy this sickly sweet depiction of my dream, aka eloping with the one and only Matty Healy. If anyone enjoys and wants part two of this then let me know because I’d love to write it!!

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“Marry me”

The stillness of the bedroom was broken by Mattys hushed question, the words rolling from his tongue before he could process his own proposition. Your breath hitched in your throat when you heard his words, your heartbeat quickening with every passing second, the feeling of Matty holding you close being the only thing keeping you grounded.

Lifting your head up off of his chest, you tried to read his face, trying to decipher whether he was joking or not.

You and Matty had only been together for just over a year, but that year had felt like a lifetime, reminders of him now scattered through your everyday life, the single coffee cup that found its way into the sink but never quite cleaned, there were now two. The bathroom counter that used to hold only one toothbrush, now held his aswell. Alongside the tens of bottles of your own skincare and makeup, there was an addition of his, but only one or two. That empty, and once unused corner of your bedroom, was now home to Matty’s guitar, specifically the one you liked to fall asleep to the sound of.

Despite the darkness of the room, his eyes were bright and full of life, possibly longing if you looked close enough. His bottom lips was caught between his teeth, anxiety cursing through his veins whilst you could hear him hold his breath waiting for your reaction.

“W-what?” You stuttered, your words filtered through your lips with a confusfed laugh,

“Just me and you.” His voice remained low, his mind racing with the possibility of your reaction, the possibility of a ‘no’. He brought the arm that was wrapped around your shoulders to brush the stray hairs out of your face. “I don’t care about a big wedding” he continued when you didn’t speak, your eyes wide and firmly fixed to his, “I just want to marry you” the end of his sentence faded into a shy whisper. “Right now” It was a crazy idea, really, you were young, busy, possibly a bit naive, but in that moment, as you lay tangled together in the duvet, your bodies coated by the rays from the streetlights outside and a thin veil of sweat, a very telling reminder of the last few hours you’d spend together, you thought it was undoubtedly the best idea he’d ever had.

Slowly, you let a wide smile emerge across your face, the same smile that made Matty fall in love with you the first time he saw you and would fall insanely deeper in love with every time he saw it.

“Ok” you spoke definitely, moving to rest your chin on his chest, eyes not moving as you gazed up at him, taking him by surprise slightly although it was his idea, of course, there was a fragment of doubt floating in the back of his mind. The breath that was trapped within his lungs escaped as all the moments he’d once pictured whilst lay in bed at night, you in his arms, flashed through his mind, again. And suddenly, the big house, even bigger garden, just outside of the city, but still close enough for you to make your way out for your impromptu, messy, drunken nights out that ended with kissing against walls down dirty back ally’s, the dining table big enough for both your family and his and the Sunday dinners that he, but probably mostly you, would cook. And the as yet unknown number of kids running around the garden, grass stained knees and the sound of tears but always predominantly laughter, Matty felt one step closer to all of those moments.

“Ok?” You simply nodded. “Ok as in ‘yes’?” Another nod, your smile unmoving. “Ok as in ‘yes Matty I will marry you’?”

Tangled limbs came free as you moved against him, soft skin brushing against his own as you moved to straddle his hips, hands coming to cup his jaw as he watched you carefully.

“Yes, Matthew Healy” you kissed him slowly, “love of my life,” another kiss, “man of my dreams” he giggled, “I would marry you in an instant”

[blackgumball]

listen i am going to take an opportunity to hate here. PLEASE take w a massive grain of salt. but listen. cough. bucky and steve. I watched captain america the first avenger for the first time in a movie theatre when i was… hm. ten? eleven? wait holy shit i wouldve been NINE. watched that whole movie. thought it was just okay. I liked bucky, he seemed nice, was sad when he “died”. whatever we move.

three years pass. in the interim, lots of my friends have started using a website called tumblr, within a year they will have convinced me to make an account to (and here we all aaaare!) but at that time, it was only my friend Bina who used tumblr, and she would tell me about all the ships she found, particularly stucky.

“what is stucky?”

“its steve and bucky from captain america. theyre soulmates.”

“who is bucky?” at this point i’d forgotten.

so i hadnt seen tws yet because i didnt really care about captain america. i thought it very weird that a bunch of my online teenage peers saw such romantic and sexual tension between two characters that, in my opinion, hadnt had much chemistry in the movie that i had seen. i eventually watched tws, which i could admit was a good movie, but i still didn’t really understand. but then two years pass, and i see civil war.

listen. i have been a captain america hater all this time. civil war didnt stop me from being a cap hater, it didnt even make me ship stucky.. it just CONVINCED me of stucky. i watched that movie like “oh, everything he does is because he loves him. everything he’s doing to keep him safe is because of his deep romantic love for him and he’s probably saving himself for him too. i get this film. i completely understand.” it wasnt that they made me squeal and it wasnt that i liked either character. it was just VERY obvious to me that they wanted to leave this place to elope and start a small dairy farm together.

i was so convinced of this that i was DEEPLY confused when steve kisses that woman in the movie. my 12 yo self was like “um bro your boyfriend is in the car behind you.” i ranted about it to my friends, i did some light research online (cant stress enough that i was never a part of this fandom, i didnt like these guys.), i mistrusted the writers of the MCU and their ability to pair characters until in 2019, when i stopped caring bout the mcu entirely.

now, i watched ALL of ofmd… was i this convinced..?

[missmeinyourbones]

for your Red event and congratulations btw!! May I request Hange with "we could get married" ?

“WE COULD GET MARRIED” (Z. HANGE)

part of L’s RED (TV) EVENT!

When Hange walks into your shared apartment, they audibly gasp at the scene before them.

You sit on the couch, head burrowed between a packet of papers, surrounded by stacks on stacks of files. Hange thinks your committing fraud until they see the slight frown on your face. If you were committing fraud, you’d be smiling—they were sure of it. 

“Oh no! Why so sad?” they coo, walking towards your paper fortress. They think of cracking a joke about how it looks like the Dursley’s house in Harry Potter, when the letters come pouring in through the chimney—but Hange is smart and knows to assess the situation beforehand, before further pissing you off. 

You feel their lips press a tiny kiss to your hairline, followed by one directly in the middle of your forehead. You relax into their subtle touch.

“Tryin’ to do my taxes, it always puts me in a bad mood though,” you grumble, a little less upset now that your lover is home and tending to you. 

“Why can’t we just file them together? That way, I’d pay for them,” you smirk at their nonchalant selflessness, as if you’d let them singlehandedly pay your taxes. Hange wraps their arms around you shoulders as they stand behind where you sit, squinting their eyes and attempting to read your files from over your shoulder. 

“We’d have to be married to do that.”

“We could get married.”

You slowly turn your head at the insane suggestion, meeting your lover’s eyes. They’re already boring into yours, a childish excitement hidden behind them.

“Are you serious?” you test.

“Deadly.”

Your impromptu staring contest has them studying you curiously, as the gears visibly turn within your head. Hange sees this as an opportunity to further convince you (as if you needed any further convincing). 

“We could!” they insist, gleefully. “It doesn’t need to be huge or anything, unless you want a huge reception. If not, we could just run down to the courthouse and have someone ordain us. Or we could elope. Oh my god, I can ask Levi to be my maid of honor. Imagine him in a dress-”

“Hange,” you interrupt their adorable yet overwhelming tangent. They stop dead in their tracks, eyes on you again—they’re nodding their head, as if they’re agreeing with their own thoughts. 

“You’d really marry be just for the purpose of taxes?” you mumble quietly, still a little shocked from the sudden serious turn in conversation. If this is what it took for the two of you to talk about marriage, you would have done your taxes ages ago. 

“Not just for the taxes, silly,” you feel the familiar kisses return to your forehead, “I’d marry you because I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Hange takes the file from your hands and throws their whole body over yours as they get comfortable on the couch, now fully determined to understand the inner workings of the IRS, “The taxes are just a plus.”

NOTE: my first hange piece *starts sweating* something about domestic life w hange makes me lightheaded, they are so sweet i want to put them in my pocket and keep them forever. i hope u enjoy this!!!

[dollslayer]

Botanical Interest - For Luck

Soft!Mob!Steve Rogers x Florist!Reader

Summary: Steve introduces you to some of the most important people in his life, but are you ready for all that comes with it?

W/C: 4,743

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, angst, gambling

A/N: When I saw @redhead-wine-and-literature-club was doing a floral based challenge I couldn't pass up the opportunity to add to this series! April 28th - Cornflower - good-luck charm. Even though this is part of a series of oneshots it can be read as a standalone! If you like it please like/reblog/comment and check out my other fics! Cheers!

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The sunlight through the windows warms your skin while the breeze of the small fan on the counter gives you goosebumps. Dog days of Summer slowly set in over the city and with them came a slight dip in business. No one wants a rooftop wedding when it’s 100 degrees out and the drinks are watered down with sweat. You didn’t mind though, it let you put in a little extra time and care to the orders you did have.

You picked up a stem of cornflower and nestled it between snapdragons and lisianthus. It was so dreamy you couldn’t help but sigh, you almost wished it was for yourself. It was for an elopement, an eager young couple came in this morning all smiles asking if you could take the last minute order. Feeling a little sappy from your own relationship you couldn’t turn them down.

You started in on the boutonniere when the music you had on was paused. Curious, you looked at your phone to find you had an incoming call. You balanced the phone in between your shoulder and ear as you gathered supplies.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Doll. How are you?” Steve’s warm voice greeted you.

You smiled into the receiver. “I’m good, just working on the last order of the day. What are you up to?”

“Well actually that’s what I called to ask you. You free tonight?”

“You can meet me at the shop in an hour. Sound good?” You promised.

“Sounds like a plan. I love you, doll, I’ll see you soon.”

After returning his affections you hung up and set to work, excited to be finished and see Steve. Despite his involvement with the mob, which neither of you had really addressed head-on yet, things were going really well. Even though he was involved with murky dealings he was sweet to you and you were in love with him. You tried to plan your night with Steve in your head as you worked.

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The ringing of a bell roused you from your work, expecting to see the young couple here to pick up their flowers. You were instead face to face with Steve’s handsome smirk and playful eyes. Your smile grew wider as he approached the counter. You held the boutonniere up to the lapel of his jacket and eyed it from a distance.

“Do I have a hot date I didn’t know about?” He joked.

“No!” You giggled, “The flowers are for a couple that came in the shop this morning, they’re going to elope and the groom’s got your complexion, thought I’d see how this looks on you before I finish”

“Oh? And how do I look as a groom?” He questioned.

Your cheeks heated instantly and you felt shy. You managed to squeak out that he looked nice before you had to turn away to box up the flowers. You couldn’t help the stupid smile on your face. You and Steve never talked about marriage before but things were getting serious between you. Maybe he just felt extra cheeky today.

“I like the blue, very colorful”

“They’re cornflowers, they’re a good luck charm! I figured they were fitting for their little wedding. So what did you have in mind for tonight? It’s too hot to sit on the patio but I’ve got a pint of ice cream with our names on it in the freezer at home” You raised your eyebrows in offer.

“Well actually, I was hoping you could be my good luck charm tonight. Bucky’s got a few of us getting together tonight for poker and you’ve yet to meet my friends. What do you say?”

Oh. You weren’t sure what to say. You hadn’t met his friends yet because you were uncomfortable with his mob work and you knew they were involved. But you also knew they were his friends and they were important to him. It’s not like you could avoid them forever. Poker with a mob boss? Sure why not?

You put on a slightly uneasy smile and nodded.

“Well I have to tell you, I haven’t played in forever but I would love to meet your friends” You told him.

“I promise, no shop talk. But I’ve been telling them about you. Buck’s wife Natasha has been dying to meet you. I also promise not to make you play poker.” He said with an easy grin.

“Alright, I just have to wait on this couple to pick up their flowers and close up. Shouldn’t be more than 20 minutes. You can wait here if you want but I’ve got no A/C”

Steve nodded and took off his jacket. He rolled up his sleeves and loosened his tie.

“For you? I’ll sweat it out.” He said.

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After a quick pit stop at your place to change you were on your way. You smiled in the passenger’s seat, still reeling from the look on the young bride’s face when she saw her bouquet. That was undoubtedly the best part of your job, seeing the joy on your customer’s faces when they saw their arrangements. Maybe this feeling could carry you through the night.

The tires of Steve’s Audi crunched under the gravel of the long driveway up to Bucky’s estate. Steve told you he had a townhouse in Brooklyn but for the most part they stayed at their estate outside of the city. You looked up at the facade of the house and admired the ivy that clung to the bricks.

Parking the car Steve got out and quickly made his way to your side to let you out. Just one of the many old-fashioned quirks that he had. You accepted his hand as he helped you out of the car and leaned up to kiss his cheek. His hand traveled down to rub your back reassuringly. You looked up at him.

“Don’t worry, they’ll love you. Natasha can be intense but she means well. Just be yourself and they’ll love you just as much as I do.” He kissed your hair to soothe you and lead you towards the door.

Steve nodded at the man at the door. “Scott. Nice to see you, this is my girlfriend”

You smiled and gave him your name. “It’s nice to meet you, Scott”.

He smiled and greeted you in kind, lifting his hand to shake yours. When he did his jacket rode up and you could see the holster and butt of his gun. You ignored it and shook his hand.

Scott opened the door for you and you entered the house. Mansion, might be a better word honestly. Marble floors, oak woodwork, all the look of any house you’d find in the area and all in line with how you’d think a rich mob boss might live. The foyer was empty but you could hear voices in the distance.

Steve waltzed through the halls like he lived here, when he was at work he probably practically did. The space was teeming with energy as they bantered on with trash talk and promises of beating one another. Men sat at a round table drinking, waiting to deal cards and women standing around sipping on wine.

One man looked familiar from the pictures you’d seen around Steve’s place. His sharp jaw and long dark hair drew your attention instantly; Bucky Barnes, King of Brooklyn. His brows were pinched together in a scowl but he had a playful grin on his face. You steeled yourself the best you could and prepared for your introduction. Just think of him as Steve’s childhood best friend.

“Steve! ‘Bout time you showed up you bastard!” an accented voice belonging to a tall blond man with long hair called. He clapped a hand on Steve’s shoulder. “And are you the enchantress that our dear friend goes on and on about? Now that I’m meeting you I can see why!”

Steve let out an embarrassed laugh and motioned towards his friend. “This is Thor, don’t let the muscle fool you, he’s a total teddy bear”

You gave him your name and extended your hand when he brought you in for a bone-crushing hug. You let out a laugh and hugged him back, grateful for something to ease the tension you felt.

“How’s that for a warm welcome, huh?” A voice sounded from behind you.

Thor released you from your hug and you took a desperately needed breath. He patted you on the shoulder.

“Wanted to make our dear Steven’s girl feel at home, that’s all” Thor explained. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I look forward to beating your boyfriend at poker.” You laughed at that and turned to face the man who spoke earlier.

That man was none other than Bucky, who reached out for your hand. You gave it to him and he instead lifted it to give a gentle kiss.

“I can’t believe I’m meeting the one and only. Stevie here won’t shut up about you sometimes. I’m Bucky but I’m sure you already knew that.”

“I’ve heard about you too, it’s nice to finally meet.” You nodded as you took your hand back.

“I’m afraid I need to steal your man, we’ve been waiting on him to start the game but tell you what, why don’t you go find my wife Natasha, I know she’s been dying to meet you.”

Great, not at all intimidating. Okay fine just smile and breathe. Maybe get a drink. You smiled at Bucky. “The redhead, right?” He nodded and sent you on your way. One last look at Steve you shot him a worried look but he only winked at you.

You looked around the room and shrunk in on yourself a bit. You were never the best with social outings or being in new environments. You looked around again and found the very redhead you had been in search of smirking at you from the corner. She was dressed in a sleek black dress and looked effortlessly beautiful but also like she could strangle a man with her bare hands. You steeled yourself with a smile you’re sure she saw straight through.

“So you’re the one responsible for the flowers at my wedding?” You nodded Pleasesayyoulikedthempleasesayyoulikedthem “I loved them! The wedding planner recommended you and I’m so glad she did. It’s so hard to find a good color pallet but you nailed it. Come on, you need a drink then I’ll introduce you to the girls”

She ushered you towards the kitchen where she took the waiting wine glass from the counter and handed it to you. You didn’t like red but you’d drink it anyways. You brought the glass to your lips and took a sip.

You two talked for a bit in the kitchen, maybe she wasn’t as scary as she seemed. You tipped the stem of your glass until there was nothing left. Before you could ask for different wine she was topping you off from the same bottle. Another round of apprehensive sips and hidden grimaces but you thanked her regardless. It was now your goal to find the sociable sweet spot of drunkenness. You could feel blood rushing to your cheeks from the alcohol as tipsiness settled in.

Natasha raised an eyebrow and considered you for a moment.

“So how are you handling the whole organized crime thing? Gotta say, I didn’t peg you as his type but you guys are cute.”

You stopped yourself from spitting the wine in your mouth back into the glass.

“Um, thanks, I guess” You sputtered, “we uh, try to keep things separate. Figure it’s best for both of us.”

Natasha nodded, taking another drink herself.

“That’s probably best but I mean, how long can you keep that up, really?” She asked

You hated to admit it but she had a point. It’s not like the thought hadn’t crossed your mind. You opened your mouth to answer her when a man walked into the room and called your name. You looked expectantly (and slightly gratefully) towards him.

“I believe your man has requested your presence at the table. Somethin’ about needing a cornflower? I don’t know he said you’d get it. What are you two gossipin’ about in here anyways?” He questioned.

Natasha spoke before you could “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that, Sam. We’re right behind you.” Sam nodded and retreated back to the doorway to wait for you.

Natasha touched your shoulder and you looked to her.

“Look, I didn’t mean to come off so brash, I guess I’m just trying to say, I know that being involved in this life isn’t easy. We’ll swap numbers later. Maybe we’ll go to lunch” She winked at you. You couldn’t tell if she was being serious or not but you nodded anyways.

“I-Thank you, I think I’d like that. I’d better go find Steve though” you excused yourself and made your way back to the table.

____

Steve Rogers was having a good night. He finally got to introduce his friends to his girl, she seemed to be relaxing a bit and having a better time, and he was well on his way to getting a straight flush this hand. The only thing that would seal the deal is his good luck charm by his side.

Steve called to Sam across the room and as soon as Sam walked over and bent Steve spoke.

“Sam, could you do me a solid and find my girl? Think she went to get a drink with Nat. Tell her I need cornflowers”

“Man if this is some weird sex thing I’m gonna be mad” Sam said with a mixture of confusion and disgust.

“Oh, please. Nothin’ like that, promise. She’ll know what it means.” Steve pat his friend on the shoulder and paid attention as Thor dealt cards.

A minute later his girl was walking through the door with an uneasy smile on her face. Something is wrong but he can’t gauge how serious it is. Sam says something to make her laugh and he settles on asking her later. Natasha saunters out behind them looking almost amused but cautious. Like she was regretting something. She’d probably just tried to give his girl the third degree when Sam interrupted them. It’s for the best, that’s too much for one night.

His girl smiles as she approaches him, looking slightly more at ease when she takes another sip of her wine. Her smile was a little looser and she moved a bit more freely, definitely tipsy and completely adorable with that grin on her lips.

“How are things going over here for you boys?”

Gauging how tipsy she was, he patted his knee in offering and she took it with a shy smile. Only slightly. But enough not to worry so much.

“Well, sweetheart, I’m about to kick all their asses and I figured I could use a good luck charm to seal the deal.” He boasted.

“Oh,” she said in realization, “Then I’m all yours”. She settled into his lap and watched on.

Her face was nothing short of endearing as she tried to concentrate and take in the game. He remembered she said she hadn’t been good at poker but it was sweet she was trying to pay attention anyways and be there for him.

“What’s the pot?” She asked.

“Nothin’ serious, there’s a pretty nice box of cigars and a weekend at Buck’s place in the Hamptons in the mix but we don’t do cash at get togethers like this, that’s for boy’s nights only.” He explained as he rubbed her back with his free hand. “Tonight’s just about fun”

She nodded as she studied the table some more before resigning to laying her head against his and listening to whatever bullshit Clint was on about. Steve was focused on getting others at the table to fold, he knew he had a good hand and a good chance of winning, he just needed the others to back down to bring it home.

Thor placed the final community card face up and Steve set out a low whistle. Others at the table looked a little miffed but he just knew he was taking it all. He set down his cards to a chorus of groans as he raked all the chips towards himself. You placed a kiss to his temple and he returned one to your cheek.

“Just the good luck I needed” he said loud enough for the table to hear.

“Hey Steve you gotta come see this!”

Steve tsked in annoyance. “Can it wait? I’m up and we were gonna keep playing. I’ll be there after”

“No, you should go. Let her play a hand for you, we can get to know each other better” Bucky suggested.

“Oh, I don’t think you want me playing poker.” She laughed but nervousness was the only emotion he could see on your face. He opened his mouth to protest but was cut off.

“She’ll be fine, we’ll go easy on her, I mean it. If it makes you feel better we’ll even hold the pot. This round is just for shits.” Bucky insisted.

Caught between wanting to ask how you felt about it and not wanting to get flak about being so sensitive Steve tilted his head in silent asking at you.

You gave him the same unsure smile you’d had all night and nodded up at him. “I’ll be fine, Stevie, promise.”

He gave her a reassuring smile and then turned his eye to Bucky who was all smiles. He knew exactly what Bucky was trying to do. Buck knows she doesn’t know anything but he’s gonna turn the screws on her just like he does with anyone new at the table. Steve gave him a stern expression in warning. Don’t scare her off.

____

You could hear your heart beating in your ears as you tried to decide what to do. Take it slow. You told yourself. You looked up to find all the eyes at the table on you and did your best to calm yourself.

“So who’s dealing?” A man you hadn’t previously met swiped the cards and began shuffling.

“Look, I know we said we’d put the pot on hold but Laura’s been bugging me about a vacation and I don’t know that I can pass up this opportunity to steal from Steve so easily, so” The man you’d come to know as Clint trailed off. You did your best not to be offended.

“Shut up, Barton. I promised Steve, we just wanna have a little fun, don’t we?” Bucky asked.

Is he asking me?

You decided to take a sip of your wine instead and he chuckled.

“So,” Bucky turned to you, “I know that you know about what we do, there’s no point in denying it. The question is are you going to be a problem for us or do you know how to keep things to yourself?”

Frozen in fear you could only manage to look at the rest of the table, hoping to find that this was all a joke. Instead, every face looking to you was stony and waiting on an answer. God, this man was made for Natasha, that much is clear. Your eyes darted around the room looking for an out. Where is Steve? Where the fuck is Steve?

You don’t find him, but you do find Natasha looking at you, she smiles and looks to her husband before she shakes her head. She makes her way over to her husband and lightly smacks him in the back of the head.

The look of surprise on his face ruins his silent and aggressive front as he winces in pain. He looks in slight annoyance at his wife as she tsks at him.

“Will you stop already? She’s a smart girl and you don’t need to go scaring her off. In fact, I hope she beats you. I wouldn’t be surprised if she did.” Natasha sounded so confident. You warmed to the fact that she was in your corner when you were practically a stranger in her home.

“Aw c’mon, Babe, I was only messin’ with her.” Bucky turned to Nat and she just challenged him with a smile.

You didn’t know why Natasha has suddenly become so supportive, maybe she felt bad about earlier but you were grateful to her. She pulled up a chair between the two of you to watch and motioned to the dealer to continue. You finished your second glass and prepared yourself for the night ahead. Any chance they had of you going easy on them went out the window.

____

You lost the first hand graciously, saying you hadn’t played poker since you were in college as an excuse for your loss. But when Steve was still busy and Bucky offered another round you accepted. You decided to put your full effort in this time.

Twenty minutes later everyone at the table was feeling confident in their hands, staring at each other like some sort of Mexican standoff, willing the others to fold. You could tell by the way Clint kept scratching the cut on his chin that he was screwed and he knew it. Thor couldn’t go more than 5 seconds without nervous laughing.

But Bucky? He was a tough read but about half way through the round his leg started bouncing. You knew this because he was bumping into Natasha, who’s wine was sloshing around in the glass despite her stillness. These clods didn’t stand a chance.

The dealer, Vision, you’d learned, called for everyone to show their cards. Here goes. One by one everyone set their cards down until finally it was your turn. You set them down but focused on your opponents faces. Everyone looked confused, shocked even. You had laid down a royal flush and handily smoked them all.

“Holy shit”

“Holy shit indeed”

“Told you so” Nat teased.

You smiled at all of them and drank from your newly topped off glass of wine - white this time. A warm pair of hands rested on your shoulders and you looked up to find Steve smiling down at you.

“What’s going on over here, gentlemen?”

“Well, Steve, I think your girl is hustlin’ us. Thought you said you hadn’t played since college?” Bucky turned to you. You couldn’t gauge how angry he was but you decided to be honest.

“I haven’t,” you began, “But when I did I was pretty damn good. You just assumed I didn’t know what I was doing.” You shrugged.

The room was tense, it felt like everyone was looking to Bucky to see what to do next. He broke out into a wide smile and a low chuckle turned into hearty laugh. Everyone visibly relaxed.

“I gotta say, Steve. She isn’t what I expected, but she’s sure somethin’”

“A girl after my own heart” Natasha added.

Steve bent down to kiss your head. You stood from the table and offered him your seat. Nat put a hand on your shoulder.

“Steve I’m going to steal her again, the girls will probably want to hear all about your little cardshark.”

____

He had to admit, he was completely blown away by your little stunt at the table. He thought back to earlier when you watched him play. You weren’t trying to desperately understand the game, you were studying your opponents. He couldn’t deny it was kinda hot. You were full of surprises.

He smiled thinking that you were no different than the day you met, timid but aggressive when you need to be. That’s my girl.

The rest of the night came and went without incident, Steve didn’t end up taking home the pot but he did have a conversation with Bucky.

“She and I don’t talk about work. She knows that what we do isn’t exactly reputable but let’s face it, anyone in Brooklyn would. She doesn’t know and she doesn’t want to.”

Bucky took a long drag from his glass of bourbon and nodded.

“But if she ever did I hope she’s smart enough to know she has to keep what she knows to herself. We can’t afford any slip ups.”

Steve’s fists clenched and he controlled his anger enough not to snap at Bucky. He was his best friend but Bucky was still the boss and Steve knew how much was at stake.

“Not that it’s any of my business but you love this girl, right?” Steve swallowed thickly and nodded.

“Then how the hell are you gonna manage that? Keepin’ your two worlds separate? I mean, you just gonna walk her down the aisle and live happily forever keeping half your life from her? I need to know that if push came to shove she wouldn’t sell us out. Things are fine for now but you know that you’re either in or you’re out. I care about you, Steve, you’re my best friend but you need to see straight.”

Steve looked away, his jaw clenched as he ground his teeth. He knew Bucky was right. He loved you but he owed his life to Bucky, he was his brother. But he loved you. They were careful in their work and he knew any feds that tried to come after them wouldn’t find a thing. He could put this issue into a box and seal the lid tightly, at least for a while.

“I know you’re right. I love her and she’s a good woman. She wouldn’t say anything because she doesn’t know anything. And she never will.”

He left Bucky to stand on his own in search of you. He found you laughing with Laura, Wanda and Nat. He smiled at how welcomed you seemed to feel despite the rocky start.

“You ready to go, doll?”

You turned around and smiled at him. You looked back at the girls and then reluctantly back to him but nodded.

“Guess we’d better go, I’ve got to get down to the flower market at open tomorrow morning”

____

After a very long round of goodbyes you swapped numbers with Nat with promises of future lunch plans. The night had turned out worlds better than you thought that it would. You served a bunch of men their own egos on a silver platter and didn’t get murdered for it and you even made friends.

Still though Nat’s words echoed in your mind ‘how long can you keep that up, really?’ Little did you know but the same thoughts troubled Steve. You knew eventually you would have to make a choice if you ever wanted to get more serious than you were with each other, you just didn’t know what choice you’d make.

The ride home was quiet but not tense. He held your hand a little tighter than usual but you thought maybe he was just excited you had gotten on so well with your friends. He pulled up to your building and put the car in park.

“So do you think they liked me? I mean, other than hustling them at poker I’d say I made a pretty good impression”

Steve chuckled, “Yeah, doll. Gotta say, the whole cardshark thing? Kinda hot, didn’t know you had that in you, you little fiend.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and grinned at him. “I wasn’t gonna but Clint started talking shit.”

“Then he deserved his ass kicked” Steve joked. “I’d come up but I know you’ve got an early morning. Thank you for coming and meeting everyone tonight, I know that you want to keep things separate but these people are family to me, it means a lot that you met them”

You nodded and smiled. You told yourself you didn’t need to make the choice between getting involved with his work and keeping it apart from the other aspects of your life but it seems that by meeting them you had already made one.

Maybe you could talk more to Nat about this, she’d know what your situation is like more than anyone. For now though you decided to focus on the present reality, you had a good night and you had fun and now you’re about to kiss the man you love.

“Of course” you whispered. You kissed him slowly, trying to put off the sleepless night you were surely about to have.

“Goodnight, sweetheart. I’ll call you tomorrow. I love you”

“I love you too, Stevie”

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE ー Laito Dark [Prologue]

ー The scene starts in the forest

Yui: ( ...I made it to the Demon World, but what should I do now...? )

( They always escorted me to their castle in the past, so I don’t know the way either... )

( Running away was the only thing on my mind, so I came here without giving it a second thought, but perhaps I made the wrong choice after all... )

ーー Guess I have no other choice but to proceed for now.

*Rustle*

Yui: !?

( Don’t tell me Wolves have made it this far...!? )

ー She starts running

Yui: Haah, haah...

( ...Seems like they’re not coming after me...Thank god... )

Haah...I’m kind of tired...

( Perhaps I should find shelter somewhere and wait for the sun to rise...Then I’ll continue my search for the castle once it’s light ouーー )

( Ah, but...But if I recall correctly, the nights here last much longer than those in the human world... )

What now...?

( For now, I’ll find a safe space to rest. There’s no point in aimlessly running around... )

ー The scene shifts to a cave

Yui: Haah...What should I do next?

( I wonder if I should just head back? Even if I continue to wander around here... )

( However, that’s where those Wolves are... )

Uu...

( It’s no use. I can’t come up with any good ideas while mentally exhausted... )

( ...I’ll rest up a little. )

Haah...I wonder what Laito-kun’s doing right now...?

ー Yui closes her eyes

*TIMESKIP*

???: Kukukuku...How lovely...Honestly...Why is a girl’s lonely expression just soーー

ーー irresistibly sexy, I wonder? I can’t get enough of it.

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: Nn...

*Rustle*

Yui: Nn...Stop...

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: It tickles...

( ーー Wait...!? )

( Something is...feeling me up...!? )

ー She opens her eyes

Yui: Kyaaaaah....!!!

???: Uwah...!?

*Thud*

Yui: ...!! Eh...!?

Laito: Owowow...How could you suddenly jump up like that, Bitch-chan...? You meanie...

Yui: L-Laito-kun...!?

Laito: I took a heavy blow right to the face as a result...

Yui: I...I’m sorry. Are you alright?

Laito: Uuu...I’m fine...

Yui: Haah, thank god...

Laito: I know I’ve only got myself to blame for trying to assault you in your sleep but...

Even so, your headbutt was nothing to scoff at.

Yui: ...Sorry. I was surprised when I felt something touch my body...

More importantly, when did you get here?

Laito: Eh? Quite some time ago?

Yui: Eh!? No way...You should have woken me up then.

Laito: I mean, that would have been a missed opportunity, no~?

Yui: A missed opportunity? Wait, how so?

Laito: This situation, obviously! Nfu~

Yui: ...!?

Laito: My cute Bitch-chan finds herself in unknown territory...

With nobody to come to her rescue, she has to spend a night full of insecurities all by herself.

Just the thought of that gives me the shivers! Don’t you feel the same?

Yui: I-I don’t...! I was really scared, you know...!?

Laito: Oh dear~? Are you mad at me?

Yui: W...Well...

( For as lonely as I felt by myself, seeing Laito-kun still be his usual self makes me feel extremely relieved. )

( I could never get upset at him... )

I’m not angry.

Laito: Fufu...Of course you aren’t~ You just love me after all.

Yui: ...How about you?

Laito: What about me?

Yui: ...Do you also...?

Laito: What’s this? You want to confirm it? I’ve said it plenty of times before, haven’t I?

Yui: Butーー

Laito: Nfu...You’re uncertain, aren’t you? ...I can tell...Nn.

*Smooch*

Yui: ( Laito-kun... )

Laito: Of course ーー I love you. (1) A lot, okay?

Feeling reassured now? Nfu~

Yui: Yeah...Thank you.

Laito: Haah, I thought we were going to be apart for a while but...Our reunion came quicker than I expected...

Yui: I’m sorry for coming here on a whim. The Wolves made it to the manor...

Laito: Oh no, Bitch-chan. This is what you should say instead.

‘I missed you so much, I couldn’t stand being apart...So while I was thinking of you...

I subconsciously found myself opening the gate to the Demon World.’ ...Something like that?

ーー Say, tell me. I know we weren’t apart for long, but while you were by yourself...You thought of me, didn’t you?

Yui: Well, of course...

Laito: Did you let your imagination run wild during those times?

Yui: Well...

Laito: You didn’t?

Yui: ...I-I didn’t have the time to...

Laito: Really?

Yui: I don’t lie...

Laito: Fufu...Bitch-chan, no point in hiding it~

I can tell. The fact that your face is flushed as red as a strawberry right now proves my point.

You see...While feeling sad from noticing how my scent slowly faded from your own body.

Your feelings for me should have only grown stronger...

...Just like mine did...Haah...

ー He takes in her scent

Yui: Laito-kun, that tickles...

Laito: You don’t like it?

Yui: Uu...

Laito: Say, Bitch-chan? Should I not put myself at ease by taking in your scent like this?

Yui: ( He really sees right through me... )

Laito: Kukuku....A prisoner of love, you’re completely in my grasp, aren’t you?

ーー I don’t think I have to say this...But you have me in your grasp as well.

The truth is, I was worried you might just follow me here, so I’ve been keeping an eye on you.

Yui: Eh...!? T-Then...You’ve been watching me ever since I set foot inside this world...?

Laito: Exactly. I was watching over you.

I figured you’d come. You can no longer bear being away from me after all.

Yui: ...

Laito: Having trouble proving me wrong because I hit the nail on the head?

Yui: Yup.

Laito: ...Why the haphazard response?

I bet you want to try and defend your case, but you find it too much trouble, don’t you?

Yui: Uu...I-I mean, no matter what kind of response I give, I can’t talk my way out... (2)

Laito: Nfufu~ You seem to know me very well, Bitch-chan.

As to be expected of my Yui-chan~!

Yui: ( ...He seems very happy... )

( I guess I can take this as him genuinely accepting my feelings? )

( In that case, I’m happy too... )

Laito: Bitch-chan, are you listening?

Yui: Ah, yeah. I am.

Laito: Really? I hope soーー

*HOOOOWL*

Laito: Whoops...It’d be troublesome if those Wolves were to show up...

Come on. Let’s go.

Yui: Yeah!

( I really am glad Laito-kun came for me. Now I can rest assured, right? )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the living room of the Sakamaki manor

Yui: ーー Wait...W-Why? We came back.

Laito: Nfu~ Exactly. That was my plan all along after all.

Yui: Is this...okay?

Laito: Hmー Let me think.

What if you’re attacked by those Wolves like Ayato-kun was...?

Laito: Well, I guess I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it...?

Yui: Laito-kun!

Laito: Just kidding~ It was a joke.

But you know, I might just prefer being roughened up by those Wolves over having to stay at that castle.

ーー I’d rather not have to stay there for an extended period of time.

Yui: ...

Laito: Say, you feel the same way, don’t you? Rather than being stuck at that castle crawling with Vampires...

...you’d much rather indulge in some sweet private time with me here, don’t you?

ー He steps closer

Yui: ( He’s trying to beg the question. )

( I guess he really must not want to stay at that castle... )

Right. Let’s do that then?

Laito: Nfu~ You’re good at matching someone’s vibe, aren’t you? I don’t hate that, you know?

*Rustle*

Yui: Laito-kun...

Laito: Yes?

Yui: I like you.

Laito: Fufu... ーー So do I...Nn.

*Smooch*

Yui: ...

Laito: Yui-chan...

*Rustle*

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to Yui’s room

Laito: ーー That being said, this place sure has known better times...The whole manor has been turned upside down...

I think Reiji would have a mental breakdown if he saw this. Nfu~

Yui: We have to try and tidy things up step by step, otherwise we won’t be able to properly live here.

Laito: Good point. However, I don’t dislike the thought of living in this mess of a manor.

Yui: Eeh!? W-What makes you say that!?

Laito: Just try imagining it! What it would feel like to ‘have some fun’ (3) in a room which has been turned upside down~ 

As you find yourself amidst not-so-ideal circumstances, you suddenly experience a strong desire for carnal pleasure and you eagerlyーー

Yui: S-Stop right there! I’ve heard enough!

Laito: Eeh? I was just about to get to the juicy part though?

Yui: M-More importantly, I wonder if those Wolves won’t come here anymore?

Laito: I’m sure we’ll be fine for a while. However, if we stay here too long, they might find us eventually.

Yui: Right...

Laito: So, I had a great idea.

All of the Vampires who live around this area have retreated back to the Demon World.

In other words, their manor is currently uninhabited, right? So why don’t we go live there?

Yui: You mean we could go to the manor of the Mukami’s, for example?

Laito: Nfu~ Exactly!

We stay here for a bit first, then go to the Mukami’s place after. Honestly, I wouldn’t even mind returning to your childhood home for a bit.

Yui: I see...If we go from one place to another, it’d be more difficult for them to track us down.

Laito: I think it’s an almost disgustingly good idea, if I may say so myself.

Yui: However, are we sure we can just invite ourselves in...?

Laito: It kind of gets me all excited! It’s like we’re eloping together. Nfufu~ 

Yui: ( He’s not listening at all. )

( We don’t know when the Wolves will make their move, so we have to stay on guard as long as we don’t know what exactly they’re after. )

( I can only pray life will be back to normal soon... )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) This might just be a stylistic choice, but when Laito says 愛してる or ‘aishiteru’, it isn’t written in kanji as it is in all other routes, but in Katakana. This is quite odd/uncommon because usually Katakana is used for foreign words or words borrowed from another language.

I’m sure there are other people who could do a better analysis of this, but I do think it’s written like this because Laito saying those words is also somewhat surreal in itself? So by writing the word in Katakana, it reflects that sense of ‘strangeness’. 

(2) Literally she says that she can’t escape his ‘pace’. 

(3) もつれ合う or ‘motsue-au’ literally means ‘to get entangled’. I mostly found it in context of tangled vines, etc. but I think we all know what Laito implies here. :p

<- [ Prologue ] [ Dark 01 ] ->

[pascalpanic]

Burning The Midnight Oil (Javier Peña x gn!Reader)

Summary: Javier has been burning the candle at both ends. He just needs some rest. Luckily, you’ve got your husband covered.

W/C: 3.4K

Warnings: oh boy um. language, non sexual nudity, brief sexual jokes/innuendo, lots of talk of sleep deprivation bc that’s a plot point here, brief mentions of alcohol and guns (maybe once each), mostly talk of food/eating, eating meat/pork (Javier does, not reader) otherwise I’d say it’s fluffy for the most part

A/N: ☄️ anon, god bless your soul for this idea!! I really love it so I banged it out in one night and here we are!!

You haven’t seen your husband in days. You know he’s exhausted, only ever showing up at home when you’re off at work. It’s a terrible situation, the only contact you’ve had with him being at odd hours over the phone.

The DEA has been all hands on deck this week, requiring their men to be there at all times unless they’re at home and sleeping; even then, they only get about six hours off at a time, many of them too wired to sleep. Javier only gets to come home every other day, usually during the middle of the day. He’s been staying up for a dangerous amount of time, in your opinion, leaving you just about ready to find the heads of the cartel and beat their asses yourself.

During the work week, you can’t complain. You have no right to. You knew when you and Javier had eloped and married that the man’s job was a baggage you’d be forced to carry as a couple. You normally didn’t mind, but when it goes into the weekend, that’s when you get mad. Not just that you don’t get your husband at home with you, but that he doesn’t get to be home. He deserves it. Javier hardly relaxes during the weekends, and essentially does not relax on weeknights until he’s fallen asleep with his head on your chest.

Saturday found you running errands, expecting Javier home by midday at the very latest. Returning home with a pep in your step and finding no Javier there, your mood and smile fell instantly. It’s Saturday; your husband should be home. They should be letting them go home, you thought angrily as you took your anger out by chopping the vegetables to go into your dinner. Surely Javier will be home by dinnertime.

Nothing. 6 P.M., 7 P.M., no Javier, just a dinner growing cold and your heart sinking. You knew Javier had got his break yesterday, and had been in the apartment while you worked, but a slightly rumpled bed was the only evidence he was even there.

At 8, you walk to the phone and dial the DEA office, specifically Javier’s extension.

Your husband picks up and his voice wrecks your heart. “Peña,” he mumbles, his voice crackly. It sounds like his morning grumble after a long night of sleep next to you.

“Javi,” you coo, heart breaking. “Baby, when are you coming home?”

Javier perches on the edge of his desk, phone tucked between his cheek and shoulder. “Fuck, cariño, I don’t know,” he admits, rubbing his face. “I just woke up, I got an hour nap in the break room office. We have to keep going. We’re so close, I can tell.”

You understand his desperation, but you know exactly what he looks like now, a stubble growing thanks to his time away from home, his eyes bloodshot and drooping. His hair is probably messy and his shirt is probably all wrinkly; you’re absolutely certain he’s holding a mug of the sludgy black coffee the office brews. He’s most definitely the picture of exhaustion, and even though you can’t see him, you know your husband. He is a wreck. “I can let Saturday slide, but you’re coming home tomorrow, I don’t care how long. I need to see you and you need to be taken care of.” “I’m doing just fine,” Javier shakes his head and you can hear a flick of a lighter as he’s most likely lighting a cigarette.

“You’re not, and don’t try to pull that card with me. I know you. You’re a disaster; I can tell from your voice. You haven’t eaten and you haven’t slept and you can’t deny it. I want you home as soon as you can tomorrow, you got it? Don’t you even fucking dare try it, Javier Fernando Peña.”

The full name: ouch. He sighs and exhales the cigarette smoke, then takes a sip of his coffee before answering you. “God, I fucking love you,” he chuckles softly. “Okay.”

Another sign of Javier’s exhaustion: how easily he gives in. Javier is a stubborn man, but over your years together he’s learned that you’re just as hard to budge. When both of you are set, neither of you can be moved. Your sarcasm and wit and willpower was what drew him to you in the first place; Javier could never have a compliant, submitting partner. He’d be a mess. He needs you to ground him, he knew and still knows it. It’s why you’re married now.

“I love you too, handsome. Call me before you come home, okay baby? I want to be awake for you,” you say, a soft smile on your face. Your voice is much warmer, less jagged and rough.

It’s the way you always get Javi, the thing that makes him melt the most: when you’re snapping one second and gentle the next. God, he fucking loves you. You understand him, you don’t question him when he comes home and doesn’t speak. You read him and then you hold him, and all of his fears dissipate with his calming breath. “Okay. I love you,” he repeats again, more earnest and purposeful. He wants you to know it; he worries you haven’t felt it in the past week. It’s also another sign of his exhaustion.

“I love you too, Javi,” you remind him as you chuckle and stand. “Don’t fall asleep on the job. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Javier groans and cracks his neck after hanging up, sliding the typewriter back to the beginning. Just a little longer, he tells himself, then he gets to come home to you.

-

The phone rings around 5 in the morning, waking you from a restless slumber. The sun is just starting to rise, making the sky lighter and colorful from its previous midnight blue. Knowing Javier would be calling, it was impossible for you to sleep fully, leaving you in a dozing state more similar to a daydream than to any form of REM.

“Hello?” You answer with a groggy voice, hoping it’s Javier. Who else could it be, at this hour on a Sunday morning?

“Hey, dulzura,” Javier sighs into the phone. “I’m packing up my shit now. We didn’t get Escobar, but we got one of his big guys late last night. They’re bringing in some Search Bloc guys and giving us tomorrow off.”

You nearly cry in relief at his words, making a noise between a sigh and a squeal,  heavy and happy. Javier laughs softly at your noise of relief, allowing himself to smile. His vision is hazy from the lack of sleep, but he’ll be cognizant enough after this last cup of coffee kicks in. “Get your ass home, Javi,” you tell him with a voice just as sleepy as his own. “You got an ETA for me?”

There’s a moment of silence as he looks at his watch. “5:45.”

Your eyes haven’t even opened yet, and you finally let them as you look at the clock. That’s soon, really soon, and it makes your heart speed up a little as your body forces you awake. “Great. I’ll see you then. Drive safe. If you’re too tired-”

“Steve will not be driving,” he cuts you off with a grumble. It makes you giggle a little, his adamance that Steve could never possibly do something better than him, more competently.

“Just reminding you. I’ll see you,” you tell him and hang up before he can make another sarcastic comment.

He’s glad you hang up so fast. He doesn’t have the brain power for a classic witty retort.

-

Javier goes to unlock the apartment door about half an hour later, but finds that his keys aren’t necessary: you’ve left the door unlocked for him.

He’d be ashamed to admit it to anyone but you, but it really does happen: Javier’s eyes water as he walks inside to the smell of cooking, the stream of soft light through the kitchen window, the sound of soft Sunday morning music drifting from the radio.

You’re at the oven, cooking, and turn when you hear a noise, grinning to see Javier. “Hey, handsome,” you squeal and rush over, wrapping your arms around him.

Javier buries his face in your hair, throwing his arms back around you. You smell fresh and clean, so soft in the fluffy robe he bought you for your birthday a few months ago now. You’re surprised to feel warm water drip from his eyes to your neck, and you pull away with a frown, cupping his face. “Are you okay, love?” You ask, wiping the tears from his eyes.

He nods. “So tired,” he admits and swallows hard. “So glad I’m home. So lucky I have you.”

You have a feeling he doesn’t have the energy to kiss you. Instead, you press your forehead to his and squeeze him tight in your arms. “Okay. I cooked breakfast. You need it. Why don’t you go take a shower?” You ask, breaking away and rubbing his arms.

He shakes his head. “My arms feel like lead. I don’t know if I can even wash my hair,” he admits, his voice a low rumble from his chest. “Just let me sleep, baby.”

“I’ll come with you, then,” you offer, already unbuttoning his shirt and working it off of him purely for comfort. You know your way around your husband’s body by now. You could unbutton his shirts blind; in fact, you have. “Come on, cariño,” you murmur and pull him along to the bathroom by the side of an unbuttoned shirt.

Once in the bathroom, Javier blinks and squints at the bright vanity lights, overwhelmed. You turn on the shower, the bathroom filling with warmth as the water heats and steam fills the air. Even in his tired state, Javier loves to undress you. He tugs the belt from your fuzzy robe, sliding it off your shoulders and tossing it on the counter. You then strip off your respective clothes, and you’re the first to step into the stream of the warm water.

Javi doesn’t have to say anything; you can tell his thoughts from your gaze. His eyes rake your body, taking in the sight of his most beloved person on the planet in all of your naked glory. He climbs in after you, and you grab a bar of soap and get to scrubbing, covering all of Javier’s body with the cucumber-scented suds. He leans his head back against the shower wall, loving your warm hands and the hot water. If he wasn’t standing, if his back wasn’t aching so hard, he’d fall asleep here and now. He’s never been more blissful.

You rinse his body then work his shampoo into his thick hair, your fingers scratching his scalp and massaging his head. “You’re the fucking best,” Javi mumbles sleepily. You just chuckle and work the soap into his hair, stripping it of the grime and cigarette smoke of the office, until he’s wiped clean, ready to start anew.

Later, you wash yourself and let Javier enjoy the hot stream of the water. He’s so zoned out you can’t even tell if he’s awake. You have to actually check. “Javi, baby?”

“Hm?” He mumbles

“Did you fall asleep on me?” You chuckle as you turn off the shower, which makes Javier frown at the loss of warmth.

“‘Course not,” he grumbles, taking the fluffy towel from you and wiping his face.

After the two of you have dressed in fresh clothes, you sit on the edge of your bed and wait for Javier to finish. He pulls a worn t-shirt over his head, then comes and sits next to you, kissing the side of your head. “You’re so good to me,” he mumbles into your temple.

He goes to flop back but you put an arm around him, catching him. “Excuse me, Agent. I made breakfast,” you chuckle and sneak a kiss from his lips, chuckling at the way his mustache is still a little damp. “When was the last time you ate?”

Javier stares off as he considers it. It takes a while for him to respond. You nod at that. “Exactly. Come on, I made breakfast just the way you like it.”

The food is still somewhat warm when you find your way to the kitchen. Javier loves the local cuisine, always has, but something about an American breakfast makes him weak at the knees. He sits at the kitchen counter and sighs as you hand him a plate of buttered toast. “There’s your appetizer,” you chuckle and head back to the stove. Half-cooked bacon, which you turned off when he came in, sits in a pan, and you turn it back on to finish. You crack a couple of eggs into another pan, making sure they sit just right so they’re the way Javi likes them: fried. You sprinkle them with salt and pepper, humming to the radio as you cook.

The sizzling bacon makes Javier’s stomach grumble. The toast isn’t even that warm anymore, but the carby goodness fills Javi’s mouth and suddenly he’s never felt so ravenous. The two pieces of buttered toast are devoured in a heartbeat.

Bringing him a mug, you pour some coffee and his favorite creamer in. “You’d better tip me later,” you tease him with a wink as you return to the stove, flipping the bacon and putting some onto a plate.

“I will tip you anything you want, I swear,” he murmurs before sipping at the ceramic mug, the warm coffee going down like it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted, warming him from the inside out. The A/C blasts in the apartment, making his dripping hair feel even colder.

In yet another pan, you start pouring the premade pancake mix you’d prepared before he got home. “All of this and the sun is barely up,” He muses, wandering to the other side of the counter and stealing a strip of bacon.

“Quit,” you whine and smack his hand, making the bacon fall back onto the plate. “Your order isn’t ready yet, sir. Stop harassing the cook.” When his arms wrap around you, your defenses fall. “Go sit down,” you say weakly as he kisses your neck.

At least he obeys. Javier sits in his chair and watches you intently, downing his coffee in a short amount of time.

Finally, the feast all comes together, and you present it to Javier on a large plate: bacon, fried eggs, fruit (which you know he won’t eat, but it’s worth a shot), and heart-shaped pancakes. “I wanted to make a pistol, but I’m not super artistic,” you chuckle as you refer to the fluffy cakes on the plate.

Javier shakes his head but smiles. “Thank you, dulzura,” he manages out before he digs in, devouring the plate at a breakneck speed. You’re content to watch, standing across from him. You go to refill his coffee and come back to find the pancakes completely gone.

It doesn’t take much time at all before the plate is wiped clean, the entire thing in Javier’s stomach. Food has never been the biggest concern for him; he skips meals often for work, and you suspect he hasn’t done much more than snack here or there over the past week. His eyes droop even further now that he has a full stomach, and it warms your heart. You’ve got your husband cleaned and fed; now all you need is one last step before you have your beloved Javi back.

“Alright, handsome,” you smile as you drape your arms across his shoulders. “Nap time.”

He can’t deny that. He stands, letting your arms fall off his shoulders. He pulls you around to his front and wraps his arms around you; you know what comes next in this routine. Your feet slide on top of his and Javier walks the two of you to the bedroom, you backwards and being led by him. Javier is not an overly affectionate man: kisses and sex, primarily, hugs if one of you really needs it. This is his one little act he insists on, since you don’t let him carry you.

As you waddle along, you kiss along Javier’s jaw, giving him all of the affection he missed out on in the past week. When you finally enter your bedroom, you stop as you feel the backs of your calves against the bed. You know this routine all too well. It’s usually reserved for when Javier can’t get his hands off of you, when you desperately need him on top of you, surrounding you, kissing your neck. “Wait,” you murmur and step off of his feet, going to pull back the covers.

You return to the end of the bed, standing on top of his feet again. “There,” you say with a grin, and Javi has no choice but to grin back then kiss you. “Okay, continue.”

Then your routine resumes: you fall backwards onto the bed and Javier falls on top of you. You both grunt with the impact but you smile, wrapping one arm around Javi while the other grabs the sheets and blankets and pulls them over the both of you.

Javi’s cheek is nestled against your chest, listening to your heartbeat, his eyes already shut. “Real cute. Get off of me now,” you tease and nudge his side.

His body beneath yours is all he’s needed, all he’s dreamt about while half-consciously dreaming on the apartment couch. He can feel your chest rise and fall, his head going with it. “No,” he simply mutters, his face squished against the skin encasing your beating heart. “M’comftrble.”

You can’t deny him that, you chuckle, your hands reaching down to entangle your fingers in his dark brown hair, nearly black from the dampness it holds. “Fine,” you sigh, whispering the word to him. “I love you so much, Javi. Missed you. Missed my man.”

“Missed you too, dulzura,” Javi mumbles back, but it’s clear he’s almost already out.

“How long were you up, minus that nap, Javi?” You ask.

He thinks on it for a minute, and you think he might’ve fallen asleep until he responds. “36.”

“Hours?” you exclaim quietly, massaging his scalp. “Baby.”

“I know. Had’ta.”

“Well, you can sleep as long as you need to now, love,” you murmur and kiss his forehead. He makes a soft noise of disapproval. “Just a nap. Wake me in like an hour.”

“Okay,” you lie, knowing you’ll let him sleep as long as his body needs it. “Rest now, baby.”

Javier nods and you exhale deeply, holding his head to your chest. He’s back now, your husband, and you know he’s safe, know he’s healthy and well taken-care of: you did it yourself. His breathing slows. You can feel it against your chest, the way the steady rise and fall becomes slower and slower and you know you’ve won when you hear a soft snore, his parted lips smashed against your chest.

You stay like that for a while, Javier lying on top of you and resting. It’s a comfort to have him pressed against you, to feel your husband’s body and know that he’s here. It’s even better to know he’s resting well, deeply, from the way he slumbers against your body. You intermittently kiss his head, continuing to rub his head in hopes it’ll loosen the tension he’ll surely have when he wakes.

About an hour passes, and you find yourself drowsier and drowsier as the sun rises higher and higher in the sky. Scooting out from beneath Javier, you replace your chest with a pillow to support his face. Rolling him slightly to the side, you cuddle in behind him and spoon him, your arms around him.

The quiet Sunday morning is all too perfect. You drift off too, then wake up an hour or two later and proceed about your household chores. You burn some pretty candles, clean, listen to the radio.

Javier doesn’t wake until 10 P.M. that night, 15 hours after he fell asleep.

Some nap.

-

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💔Naga!Bakugou x reader

"Y/n has committed a horrible crime. She was found guilty of eloping with a monster," our elder's voice boomed over the crowd.

Y/n was my best friend, and my long-time Crush. I stood in front of the crowd looking at the body that was y/n. When the village found out that she was in love with a Naga, they killed her and now they placed her body here and covered her body with a white cloth, for all too see.

I looked around the crowd to see so many familiar faces. Her parents, her mother was crying oceans. While her father had nothing but disgust in his eyes. Some of her friends we're discussing what they thought. Some believe that she was tricked or manipulated into loving this creature. While on the other side they thought she was nothing but a w****.

I knew none of those things were true. I would know, I'm the one who told the others about her little secret. And now that was my greatest regret.

It all started 5 years ago, when y/n and I we're taking traded Goods back to our village. We were playing on the bridge between the cliffs. It was as nice game of I Spy. I wish I was paying more attention that day, because one of the wooden planks snapped and she fell right through.

In normal situations, she would have fallen to her death. But she was saved by that creature, the Naga.

 He had spiky ash blond hair with red piercing eyes, and had a long red and orange tail like a snake. He jumped for her and saved her from falling to her death. As I got closer I could see it in her eyes. Not only was she thankful he saved her life, but that was when she fell in love with him. And something deep within me told me, this was not the first time the Naga met or saw y/n.

From that day on, she started spending more and more time in the forest than in the village. And she was an herbalist so most people overlooked it. But I knew where she was really going. I followed her one day into the forest, she did not pick plants and any herbs. She went to a cave, his cave.

 No matter how hard she tried to hide all those hickeys on her neck. I knew they were there, but luckily no one else did. As the days went on I could feel my jealousy grow deep within me. Some days I would be in the forest and I see them together. Eventually I learned his name was Bakugou. But I'd see them together,

y/n in Bakugou's embrace. Her lower half of her body wrapped in bakugou's coils. I'd see him kiss all over her neck. I wanted to be the one to give her those kisses.

I can't hold my jealousy and any longer on that day. The day when bakugou showed up one day, near the edge of the forest, and in his hands was a small Palm sized hunk of sapphire. And he proposed to y/n, and took her from me. That day I told the elders and The Village. They were so Furious that they ambushed her when she came back from the forest. She had the most beautiful flower crown I've ever seen on her head that day. That day I'll regret the most, seen the girl of my dreams being murdered by the very people she healed.

 " This wenches body will be burned at sunrise tomorrow, may she be forever damned in hell!" The elder spat.

 The crowd dismissed as they went back to their daily routine. I went to the shack where her body was being placed for now. But when I got there, I saw him, Bakugou.

  He was coming out of the shake with Y/n's body in his hands. He was trying to steal her from me again. Before I could even say anything or even scream, he slithered off into the forest with her. I grabbed my bow and arrow and I chased after him.

 I followed him into the forest, and led me to a cave. Sneaking inside I travel deeper into the cave toy saw a large opening, and there he was, bakugou. In his arms a beautifully dress y/n, still lifeless in his arms.

 "Y/n... Y/n wake up please," Bakugou begged as he brought her to a odd structure.

 Looking at it I was able to tell it was some sort of wedding setup. Bakugou was getting ready to marry y/n, but this all happened. As he continued talking I didn't know what to feel I felt sad and awful. Although on the other hand I felt nothing but anger and jealousy at his words.

 "Y/n please... I love you. I love you with all my heart," he sobbed as he tighed his hug on her.

His red and orange coils slowly tightening around her as well. Suddenly he started saying something , or humming in his native tounge.

As I listened I accidentally knocked something over alerting him. Bakugou quickly looked over in my direction. At first there was a look of shock and fear on his face, which quickly turns to anger, hatred and recognition.

"YOU!" He shouted at me.

"You're that bastard who couldn't keep his mouth shut! Why must you humans take everything from me! My family, my friends, my home, and know my wife," he said, seething in anger.

 " I'll kill you, I should have killed you a long time ago!" He shouted as he lunged at me with full force.

I quickly is my bow as a way to block him. He pushed against my bow pinning me against the wall. He opened his mouth wide, revealing his long serpent like fangs. As he tried to reach over and chomp down on my neck.

I quickly grabbed a sharp Rock and sliced his face just missing his eyes. He quickly released me while he was in pain. While he wS distracted I quickly grabbed y/n's body and ran out of the cave. As I ran to the forest with all my might I could hear him hissing, and him crying out.

"GIVE HER BACK!! SHE'S MINE!! COME BACK HERE YOU BASTARD!" Bakugou called out into the forest.

I quickly hide behind a nearby tree, with Y/n in my arms.  Once I caught my breath, I started to run. Only to trip on a root and drop y/n watching her tumble down the hill. I tried to get up, that's what I heard him behind me. Before I could do anything, bakugou's coils wrapped around my neck. He lift me off the ground Till we were eye to eye.

"If y/n hadn't stopped me, I would have killed you that day on the bridge," Bakugou hiss.

  I could feel his coil tighten around my neck. No matter how much I clawed at his serpent tail, it only tightened more. The edge of my vision started to darken, as my breath became more and more shallow.

 As I looked bakugou on the eyes, I could see that his eyes looked at something past me. I knew it was y/n, as he immediately dropped me and slithered his way over to her. Once I was able to gather my breath. I quickly grabbed an arrow and ready to my bow, as I ain't where his heart. I took one last deep breath and fired my Arrow.

 It's shot through the air pierced bakugou's heart. He cried out in pain as he tumbled down the rest of the Hill. He pulled himself over to y/n's lifeless corpse and pulled her into an embrace. His coils wrapping around y/n's lower half.

  When I finally got down there I could see a smile on bakugou's face, as he looked at y/n one last time, before his eyes closed forever.

What all was said and done, I found no joy in this. What's my jealousy cleared I couldn't see any monster. All I saw was another being who was alone and fell in love with someone. All I felt was sadness and guilt. As I stood there I heard something in the Wind.

   "Bakugou~," it was y/n's voice.

I looked around and saw something near the edge of the forest. It was a bright silhouette of y/n. But she was not alone, she was with three other nagas. Two of them looked like bakugou's parents, while the third was a naga with spiky red hair and a red tail to match.

 "Over here Bakugou," the red naga called out.

As I stared at them, Bakugou's silhouette rushed passed me and to

y/n. They happily embraced and y/n pulled Bakugou into a passonite kiss.

 "I thought I lost you forever," Bakugou said in a breathless voice.

 "You never lost me. Know we are all together," Y/n replied.

 Put a smile they all disappeared into the forest never to be seen again. I wish bakugou and y/n Eternal happiness.

[cobrakiin]

Ask memey thing, 001 Pokemon, 002 Cojeel, 003 Sokka

Send me a fandom, ship, or character ask meme!

001 | Pokemon

Favorite character Pokemon: Absol and Bulbasaur :)

Least Favorite character Pokemon: idk... Pignite?

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): Kukui x Burnet, Archie x Maxie, Chloe x Dawn, Ash x Goh, Steven x Wallace (+ Bonus: Leon x Raihan)

Character(s) I find most attractive: ORAS!Archie is 👀 but Talia do be kinda cute

Character I would marry: idk

Character I would be best friends with: Leon or Brock seem fun? idk

a random thought: i'd like Nanu's job of sitting around with cats all day and getting paid for it

An unpopular opinion: I liked Tracey and want him back

My Canon OTP: Red x Blue. They were ON THEIR HONEYMOON IN ALOLA IN THIS ESSAY I WILL-

My Non-canon OTP: i think maybe,,,,, Adman and Warden!Ingo should kis... just a lil,,,,, uwu

Most Badass Character: Cynthia. She may not be my favorite champion but I respect her.

Most Epic Villain: it's ya boi GUZMA

Pairing I am not a fan of: Anything with Piers? He's ace? sorry i don't make the news i just report it

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): Lance. No, I won't explain.

Favourite Friendship: Pikachu and every other electric rodent

Character I most identify with: I can't say I identify with any specific character

Character I wish I could be: When I was little I liked to pretend I was a Vaporeon when I went swimming :) . I, as an adult who has seen unspeakable things in greentext format, know better now.

002 | Cojeel (Cobra x Gajeel)

When I started shipping them: Been on this ship since 2012 babey!!!

My thoughts: punk bfs w/ a lot of chemistry, they've both been through plenty of traumas in their own lives and sorta understand where the other is coming from...... (also this ship is how i met you @zephiraz my loving partner of 8 years *heart eyes emoji*)

What makes me happy about them: they're not pretty boys except for when they want to be (SO much eyeliner and hair products, their bathroom is a MESS), their relationship feels natural for them, they very lovingly insult each other yet they also don't let the other get away with shit, but also sometimes they're just content being lazy gay snakes dragons together

What makes me sad about them: they deserve happiness but shit keeps happening, who would have predicted that past misdeeds would have future consequences :(

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: I guess if Cobra's dialogue is hard to distinguish from Gajeel's? His vocab does get more relaxed post-timeskip, but not that much,,,,

Things I look for in fanfic: .... new fanfic. There's 15 works on AO3 and 4 of them are from ME. FFnet is practically just me.... oTL

My wishlist: More fic or art in general? Maybe some more canon teamups? <:3c

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Laxus x Gajeel x Cobra polyship... it's technically not just them ;)c

My happily ever after for them: They have a very private wedding or just straight up elope

003 | Sokka (Avatar)

How I feel about this character: this boy has adhd 100%

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: I like most ships with him, but I don't really have a favorite?

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: I like his relationship with Katara. Especially when they pick on each other, because I will always be tired of the "siblings always get along perfectly" trope in fiction

My unpopular opinion about this character: He's obviously bi, but is a little nervous about the whole liking boys part bc of his upbringing. That being said, it's something he definitely gets over later in life.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I wish caffeinated beverages existed at that time period, because he definitely seems like the kind of person who should not consumer caffeine because then he sees all the time all the time

Favorite friendship for this character: Him and Aang are always fantastic idiots when it's no braincell day and it's great

My crossover ship: Sokkoya. (Sokka x Naoya Itsuki) It happened because of the rp that originally inspired Hiraethean Prophecy, and is one of the "canon" ships in the panfandom crossover fic version. :3x

[fandom-imagines-stories]

Lesson Number 300: I can't do this without her

Table of Contents

Eadlyn bolted from the room before anyone had the chance to stop her. Gavril’s words rattled around Maxon’s head. Married? Ahren had eloped. He was gone.

America stood slowly, her arms shaking as she pushed away from the table. “I need some air.” Her steps out to the garden were strange- like they took a painful amount of effort. Maxon informed the Selected that Eadlyn and the rest of the royal family would be unavailable for the day before hurriedly following his wife.

The garden somehow felt off. The flowers were too bright or there were too many bees buzzing around the petals or the sun was too hot. Whatever it was, it was dizzying. America put her hand over her eyes to block the blinding sunlight. She wanted to tear off her stupid gown. The fabric was too hot, too scratchy.

“He’s gone. Our baby is just…” She gasped, her hand clutching her stomach. Maxon put his hands on her shoulders.

“We knew that he would move to France with her eventually.” He sighed. “At least we know he’s happy.”

“But I thought we’d have more time!” She exclaimed, whirling around to face him. “I thought I’d get to hold on to him a little longer. I thought we’d have time to plan, to have a wedding, to celebrate. But now he’s just disappeared- and in the middle of Eadlyn’s Selection and with everything going on in the country- I wasn’t ready for him to… to…”

Her words faded and her breathing changed. Her hand moved from her stomach to her chest, as if pressing down on an invisible wound. The color of her cheeks turned from pink to an alarming shade of red. She looked at her husband with pained eyes.

“My dear?” Maxon said shakily just before she collapsed. He caught her before she fell into the roses, though he couldn’t remember his brain telling his body to move. “America? Oh god.” He swiftly lifted her into his arms and rushed back towards the palace. Damn those blasted gowns.

Mercifully, Aspen was walking down the hall and was the first to witness the scene.

“W-what happened to her?”

“I don’t… I’m not…” Maxon could barely form any words at all. Guards had already taken off towards the hospital wing, but Maxon’s panic had taken siege over his senses. “Help! Please! Somebody help me!” He was screaming, his desperate cries echoing through the halls. The commotion must have reached the dining room, as hoards of young men crowded into the hallway, unintentionally blocking the way.

“Everybody MOVE!” Aspen boomed over the mild chatter from the boys. They all fell completely silent and pressed themselves against the wall to let the distressed king pass. Aspen squared his shoulders as he looked at the face of each boy. “I need each of you to go to the Men’s Room until someone alerts you otherwise. Understood?” He ordered them with the same voice he would use on his fellow guards.

“Yes General Ledger.” Some of them replied nervously. They nearly tripped over each other trying to follow his instructions. One, however, remained looking at him with worried eyes.

“Is she going to be okay?” Kile asked, his voice reminding Aspen of when the young Woodwork was still a boy. Of course. America was like another mother to him. Aspen put a sympathetic hand on his shoulder.

“I’m sure she will be. Can you be in charge of the other boys? I think the king and princess will have enough to worry about without them getting restless.”

Kile nodded, putting on a brave face. “Yes sir.” He then joined the rest of the group and Aspen forced himself back into General-mode, giving commands to the remaining guards.

“Nothing is to disturb the royal family today. I don’t care who they are, if they demand to meet with anyone, they can go through me.”

“Yes, General.”

Ahead of him, Maxon had asked a maid to find Marlee and Carter and to ensure that Osten was kept to his room. He didn’t want to scare him until they knew what was going on. He was met just outside the hospital wing by doctors with a stretcher and a hoard of nurses. As soon as America was lying on the stretcher, Maxon’s arm felt unbearably empty.

“We’ll take it from here, Your Majesty.” A nurse said gently. He tried to follow them, nearly barreling the poor girl over, but another blocked his way.

“I need to be with my wife.”

“I’m sorry, sir, but we need you to stay out here so the doctors can work. I can assure you, we will take care of the queen.” She was sympathetic, but stern, considering who she was speaking to. He hardly noticed they were there.

“America!” He cried out as the doors closed.

-

Heart attack. The words shot through Maxon’s chest worse than a bullet.

“I’m sorry there isn’t more I can tell you.” The nurse bowed and returned to the room where the doctors continued to work on his wife. Maxon couldn’t breathe as he paced back and forth, the walls of the wing feeling smaller and smaller by the second. Kaden sat across from him, tears streaking down his cheeks as he tried to be brave. Maxon wanted to hold him. He wanted to hold all of his children. But the fact remained that one of his children was gone- happily unaware of what his shocking actions had left in their wake.

No. He mustn’t blame Ahren. He didn’t blame him. His son only did what would make him happy and Maxon, though still reeling from the shock of it, was proud of his decision. Maxon could hold no one accountable- except maybe himself. Had he worked her too hard? He should have kept a closer eye on her, especially with her family's history. Perhaps that’s what he found more comforting in a bullet. At least there was someone to blame.

He tried to stay strong for the sake of his son’s presence, but as soon as Aspen walked in, he fell apart. Aspen- a man he once bitterly despised for coming between him and America- now his closest friend. Aspen held onto him, knowing how much effort it was taking him not to fall to his knees.

His cries of anguish were something that Aspen could only imagine. Even with every miscarriage and failed attempt to have a child, he and Lucy still had each other. If something happened to Lucy… he would be lost. And that’s exactly was Maxon was as he clung to him, speaking with the voice of a desperate man.

“I can’t lose her.” He cried. “I don’t know…. I don’t….”

Aspen pushed away, firmly holding onto his shoulders. “Don’t think about that now. We need to believe she’ll be fine. And you need to think about your children.” Maxon nodded and tried to calm himself down. He was right. He had to be strong. For the children.

“Daddy?” A soft, sad voice said from behind him. He turned to see Eadlyn- his powerful, fearless future leader of Illea- reduced to a frightened child. Rushing to his arms, she seemed like a little girl again and it broke his shattered heart even more. “What happened?” She asked through her cries.

“I don’t know, honey. I think the shock of Ahren leaving was too much.” He held onto her tightly, as if they were both trying to draw from the other’s strength. “Heart problems run in her family, and she’s been so anxious lately.” All of the press about the Selection and worrying about the country and their family and now this… it had pushed her over. Maxon felt the guilt weighing down on his shoulders. “I should have made her rest more. I should have asked her for less. She did everything for me.”

Every tired moment felt magnified now. He could see her exhaustion, even when she stayed up late going over reports with him. He could see her worry about the papers and cruel words they said about Eadlyn and yet she comforted him. The more and more he thought, the more he felt responsible for her condition now. And if he lost her…

“You know how stubborn she is.” Aspen said, grabbing Maxon’s arm. “Do you think for one second she’d have let you make her slow down?” They both smiled sadly, letting Aspen’s words sink in. Maxon took a deep breath, straightened himself out as best he could, and nodded.

“Okay, so now we wait.”

Aspen gave him a supportive smile. “I need to go home and tell Lucy and get fresh clothes. I’ll call her mother if you haven’t already.”

Maxon pinched the bridge of his nose. “I didn’t even think about that.” That poor woman. How much heartache can one mother take?

“I got it. And I’ll be back within an hour. Whatever you need, I’m here.” Maxon knew that he meant it. Through all of the ups and downs of life, Aspen had always been there for him. Now, he needed him more than ever. He pulled him into another embrace.

“Thank you.”

Aspen left and Eadlyn moved to stand by the door. Maxon leaned against the wall, every part of him wanting to storm through those doors and see her. Just hearing her voice would help set his frantic mind at ease.

How was he supposed to live without her? Yes, Aspen had said to only believe that she was going to be okay, but what if she wasn’t? Running the country aside, how was he supposed to be a father to four children- one of which was born to lead all of Illea after him. America was his rock. She was the strong one, not him. Without her… he knew that he would be lost forever.

-

It was hours before he was allowed to see her. He thought waiting was agony enough, but when he walked into the room, seeing the love of his life laying colorless on a hospital bed, it nearly brought him to his knees. The doctor explained the procedure to him slowly, how they harvested a vein from her leg to replace the overworked on in her chest, but all he heard was ‘We lost her for a moment, but we were able to bring her back.’

How close he had been to losing her forever. Even now, she was hardly stable. He took the chair next to the bed and watched her chest weakly rise and fall with every breath. It was enough to stop his heart, tears falling endlessly as he broke down.

He sobbed shamelessly, knowing that his loud cries could likely be heard from the wing. He couldn’t stop. He thought of everything. Every kiss that could have been sweeter, every word that could have been kinder, every touch that could have been gentler. He thought of every single moment he should have told her he loved her.

“Please don’t leave me.” He choked, holding her hand against his cheeks. “I can’t do this without you, my dear.” He pressed his lips against her palm. “You used to hate it when I called you that, do you remember? ‘I am not your dear,’ you said. How could you have known then that you would become the dearest thing in the world to me?

“You have given me four children that I love with all of my being. You have shouldered not only the responsibility of being a wonderful mother, but also of being a wonderful queen. Our people adore you. Our children need you. I need-” He stopped, another sob catching in his throat. He had to take a moment before he could speak again.

“Please, darling, you’ve always been a fighter. I need that more than ever now, your unyielding stubbornness.” It was meant to be light-hearted, but he still couldn’t bring himself to laugh. “Fight, America. I need you. “

He cried against her shoulder, clinging to her like he was the one on the brink and she was the only thing tethering him to the ground. It felt like hours had passed, but it didn’t matter. There was nowhere he wanted to be that wasn’t by his wife’s side.

A small movement cut through his despair. America’s hand squeezed his weakly, but it was enough. Her fingers closed around his hand while she slept. Even now, she was trying to give him her strength. Maxon kissed her forehead, wishing with all his heart that he could take this from her. That he could be the one in that bed.

But her reassuring hand allowed him to clear his head for a moment. He was not fit to be king, not while his wife’s life was still hanging in the balance. As much as it pained him to do so, he knew that naming Eadyln regent was the best thing for the country. He knew that this might drive her to end the Selection, but if that’s what she really wanted, so be it. But more than anything, Maxon knew that his wife- by the force of his love for her alone- his dear America would live.

[lyranova]

this was a cute idea i had recently, asta and the gang have to visit the diamond kingdom for some reason, and they meet up with mars and fana. but they have a surprise, they are married!! and either have a kid and/or expecting one!

Hi! I’m so sorry this took so long to write! I kept getting distracted by stuff and things and I sincerely apologize for that! I hope you like this and your second request won’t take as long I promise 🥺! Anyway I hope you enjoy and I’m sorry if this isn’t quite what you wanted!

Word Count: 1,581

Warnings: None

Taglist: @eme-eleff @jovialnoise

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“ Hey Asta, it’s good to see you again.” Mars said happily as he watched Asta and Noelle walk up to the Castle. After claiming Diamond Kingdom and becoming one of its rulers Mars has changed the way the kingdom was run. Instead of trying to forcefully invade and take things from other kingdoms they decided to try and work with the Clover Kingdom and others. Which was why Asta and Noelle had come, to help work out a treaty since he and Mars were friends.

“ Hey Mars, Hey Fana it’s good to see you both again!” Asta replied cheerfully as he and Mars bumped fists. Noelle shook her head as she watched them and walked over to Fana.

“ It’s good to see you again, you look well Noelle.” Fana said happily as she pulled the silver haired girl into a hug, which Noelle reciprocated.

“ It’s good to see you too, you look,” Noelle pulled back and looked at the pink haired girl, she looked different. Noelle couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

“ Why don’t you two catch up while we discuss business?” Mars suggested, Fana nodded and placed a kiss on his cheek.

“ Good idea. Don’t take too long though, because I want to catch up with Asta as well.” Fana said with a small laugh before taking Noelle and walking away. Asta laughed and waved goodbye to Noelle, with a promise to see her later, and she blushed while giving him a short wave back.

The two women walked until they came to a balcony that overlooked the wasteland. You could see the beginnings of small patches of green emerging, showing new life being brought to the desert of the Diamond Kingdom, maybe this was a sign the kingdom was getting on its feet. Fana walked over to a small table with a tea pot and a couple of cups with saucers and gently poured the tea into a cup and handed it to Noelle, who nodded in thanks, before taking a cup for herself.

“ So, when did you and Asta finally get together?” Fana asked bluntly, causing Noelle to sputter slightly in surprise. Her face instantly became red before she turned away.

“ N-Not long! Just a few weeks.” She muttered, what she meant when she said a few weeks was actually 7 months. She smiled softly at the memory of how she had accidentally confessed her feelings for the swordsman, it was hard to believe that it was 7 months ago she had done that.

“ Ah not that long huh? It seems like you two’ve been together for much longer then that!” Fana said with a laugh before she took a sip of her tea, Noelle nodded in agreement.

“ How long have you and Mars been together now?” She asked curiously, she watched Fana look away in thought for a moment.

“ Well, we’ve been together since we were kids basically. But we didn’t start dating until 6 years ago, and we’ve only been married for two. So, I would say over 10-15 years.” She said thoughtfully as Noelle spewed her tea.

“ W-When did you two get married?!” Noelle asked in surprise, she hadn’t known that! She wondered if Asta knew, if he did he hadn’t mentioned it to her! Usually he told her everything.

“ Oh, two years ago. We kinda eloped and didn’t tell anyone haha.” Fana explained with a blush and another laugh. “ We would have invited you guys, but you were pretty busy trying to get all the kingdoms straightened out after what happened with Spade.”

Noelle nodded, even though that had happened 3 years ago now they were still trying to mend relationships and rebuild countries. It was a painstakingly long and grueling process. But with everyone's help it was all starting to come together, slowly but surely.

“ It’s ok I understand. Maybe you could throw a party for your 10th wedding anniversary and invite us.” Noelle joked light heartedly.

“ Or, you two could visit sooner? Like say, in 9-10 months?” Fana suggested causally, but with a hint of mischievousness in her eye as though she were hinting at some big secret.

Noelle frowned in confusion for a moment, 9-10 months? What would be happening then? As Noelle tried to wrack her brain for the answer, she saw Fana continue to have that gaze, the one that said she knew something Noelle didn’t. After another minute did it finally dawn on Noelle.

“ Y-You’re expecting?!” Noelle exclaimed, Fana and Mars were full of surprises today! As the pink haired girl nodded in confirmation Noelle smiled brightly. “ Congratulations!”

“ Thank you Noelle! It wasn’t really planned, but then again, these kinds of things rarely are.” Fana said with a warm smile and a small shrug. “ We only found out a couple of days ago, but we wanted you and Asta to be the first to know!” She added happily.

“ I don’t know what to say,” Noelle said softly as a small blush rose to her cheeks. “ I’m honored really.” That was all she could think of, she had never really been the first one to know about these kinds of things. So this was very special for her.

The two sat in comfortable silence for a few more minutes, both just enjoying each other's company. The sun was just beginning to set when Mars and Asta walked out of the Castle and onto the balcony, walking over to the two women.

“ Hey you two have fun catching up?” Asta asked as he walked over to stand by Noelle and she nodded.

“ Yeah we did. Were you two able to come to an agreement?” She asked and watched as Mars nodded.

“ We did. The Diamond Kingdom looks forward to working together with the Clover Kingdom.” He answered warmly before Fana wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly.

“ That's great news you guys! I’m so happy to hear that.” She said cheerfully before taking her husband by the hand and gently leading him inside. “ C’mon let’s go check and see how dinner’s coming along.” Fana added as they disappeared inside, leaving the two Black Bull members out on the balcony.

“ So what did you two talk about?” Asta asked as he leaned back against the balcony, Noelle smiled and shook her head.

“ Oh this and that, did Mars tell you they were married and expecting a child?” She asked him, he nodded and she walked over and leaned forward on the balcony next to him.

“ It was a bit of a shock at first when Mars told me,” Asta said with a bashful laugh. “ But, I can’t imagine two people more equipped to be parents than them.”

“ Um, the Captain maybe?” Noelle pointed out, Captain Yami was probably the most equipped for parenthood out of everyone they knew. Asta blushed sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head nervously.

“ Yeah you’re right,” he admitted before his soft smile reappeared on his face. “ But I know they’re going to be some of the best parents ever.” Noelle nodded in agreement.

“ Do you want kids someday?” She asked suddenly after a minute, Asta didn’t hesitate and nodded.

“ I do, not right now, but maybe in the future. What about you?” He asked, he watched as the silver haired girl hesitated for a moment.

“ Hm, I’m not sure. I mean, I do want kids but,” she looked down at the stone balcony for a minute. “ I don’t think I’d be a very good mom. I don’t remember my mother at all and my siblings weren’t the best examples on how to raise a kid.” She added with a humorless laugh, sure she wanted kids but she didn’t want to have any and then realizing she was a bad mother and wasn’t good at raising and taking care of them.

“ What are you talking about? You’re going to be a great mom someday!” Asta said cheerfully, causing Noelle to turn and look at him. “ I heard from Sister Lily about how you interacted and played with some of the kids in Hage village, you’re a natural! Sure it’s going to take some time to learn how to be good parents and what works for us, and sure we’re going to stumble and make mistakes here and there, but overall I think we’re going to be great parents!”

Noelle blinked up at Asta, he said ‘us’ and ‘we’ a lot, did he mean that he wanted to have a family with her someday?

“ Y-You, want to have a family with me?” She asked him softly in bewilderment, Asta tilted his head in confusion before nodding.

“ Of course! I can’t really picture myself having a family with anyone else if I’m being honest.” He admitted with a sheepish laugh, she blushed furiously at his answer and looked away.

“ W-Well, luckily for you I can’t picture myself having a family with anyone else either!” She tried to say in a huffed tone, but Asta could see in her eyes that she meant it; her tone of voice may’ve sounded harsh and non-caring, but her eyes were the opposite. He gently took her hand, making her blush even more, before gently leading her inside.

“ C’mon lets get something to eat I’m starving!”

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I’m sorry if this wasn’t very good but I hope you liked it! Thanks for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

[antiloreolympus]

maybe this is because I don’t get how the actual myth is supposed to fit in at this point but persephone and hades should have been secretly dating this whole time. let them have their meet cute, fine, but have persephone reaching out and calling him immediately, and them making secret dates and conversations and hanging out, which she could be humorously trying to hide from artemis and her mom and her other friends/siblings (??). they should have been using this time to show they genuinely want each other and building up a relationship (w/ persephone taking the lead) instead of this current version where they spent so much time avoiding each other for some reason? it’s weird. cut the scholarship and apollos plotlinew entirely, and have her instead just be apart of the maidens as an expectation from her mother, but the clause is you can never get married, no virginity clause in there for obvious reasons. also just like, maybe her 119, or even older. people go to college at any age now so it’s dumb to pin an immortal being to human timeframe?? also she could show frustration in being in the maidens for so long instead of like, two weeks.

anyway how it should have gone

S1 - they meet and feel an instant connection. persephone reaches out and they begin secret dating over many months, persephone forfeits her membership willingly, hxp secretly elope as season finale as demeter and co are noticing persephone is nowhere to be found

S2 - show married life and persephone adjusting to queenhood, meanwhile demeter in a parallel storyline searches for her and finds out the truth, season finale starts the long winter, but not from demeter’s rage, but from her sadness thinking she failed as a mother that her own child would rather run away than be open with her

S3 - shortest season tbh, but it shows how the winter is effecting and killing mortals, and how that in turns hurts the other gods in various ways and now they’re now begging (or threatening) persephone and hades to make peace with demeter and sort this out before it gets too bad. It becomes a stand off of duty, sacrifice, and expectations when all the characters come together to try and make sense of the arrangement. It’s a bittersweet ending, but there is hope in it that they still have each other, and persephone isn’t suffering in either arrangement.

ok I put too much thought into that but I think it would work way more. let me know

Honestly, this is perfect!

I'd love to see this story take place rather than whatever LO is doing. It may be shorter than it is now but she could always branch off and tackle other myths as well.

[takuyakistall]

two words | riddle rosehearts

summary: like how three certain words started their relationship, another two words started a new one.

tags: fluff, fem!reader

tagging: @poisonepel this is for u bb

author's notes: this actually some sort of sequel to this oneshot! But it's also the result of me crying over ghost marriage riddle !

"I like you." Those are the three words that started it all. Even after graduating from NRC, the both of you were still lovers. Riddle loved you very much- to the point where he considered marriage with you, though he thought that it was only a pipe dream. He could never imagine himself standing beside you in an altar, reciting your vows to each other as you place the rings on each other's finger. 'It could never happen' Riddle thought. With his mother still trying to control his life, he couldn't get married to you without having to elope. Despite how his mother treats him, Riddle is a man who sticks to traditions and rules.

Riddle thought that it was impossible. Marrying you was nothing but a pipe dream, but who knew that it was actually possible? Who knew that he'd see the day where he stands on the altar, eagerly waiting for you to make a grand appearance as the bride?

"Riddle!" You shouted out as you ran towards him in the prairie, where the both of you found a good place under a large tree to set up a picnic. Riddle turned around to look at you, with the picnic basket in his hand. He shot you a confused glance when he saw you running. He was more shocked when you suddenly tackled him into a hug. He accidentally let go of the picnic basket to ensure that both of his arms are wrapped around you to cushion your fall.

"Hey! That was dangerous! Don't you ever-" You were having none of his lectures today, you gave him a kiss on the lips to shut him up. Riddle was surprised at how you were acting today, but he let himself melt into the kiss, cupping your cheeks as the both of you lie down on the grass. Riddle eventually came to his senses and pulled back- cheeks tinted red and all sweaty. "W-What was that for!?"

"Riddle." You called out his name in a serious tone, Riddle's expression hardened upon hearing your voice. He was expecting the worst. The both of you sat up straight, each with a serious expression. Then suddenly you went red, clutching something inside your pocket.

"I know that you can't make your choices freely because of your mother but," You paused bringing out a small velvet box from the pocket of your dress. "I love you and I-"

"Stop right there." Riddle said in a stone cold voice, he was tilting his head down so you couldn't see his face, but your heart broke the moment he told you to stop. He took the velvet box from your hands and you expected him to throw it away or something, but what you didn't expect is to see him kneel down on one knee.

"For a long time, I thought about proposing to you. But I was afraid- afraid of my mother and afraid of rejection from you." He started tearing up. A gentle smile on his face as you stared at him with your jaw dropped. "I guess I'm a coward huh? But the moment when you pulled out this box, I have never wanted to break rules and traditions this badly before." He let out a choked sob as he tried to continue. Everything seemed to go out of his system except for this moment, he didn't care about his mother or her reaction to this absurd actions of his. All that matters was the answer to his question.

"Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

Riddle looked at his best man, Trey, in anticipation. The ceremony was about to start and he started to become nervous, but at the same time he was overcome with euphoric feelings he couldn't put to words. The moment you walked down the isle in your wedding gown, all he could think about is how good you looked in white. His cheeks were tinted a light hue of pink throughout the whole ceremony, a huge grin on his face. Riddle wasn't used to smiling so much but this was special.

Riddle felt like he was about to cry out of happiness. He was standing by the altar, with you in a white gown. The scenario he could only dream of was about to happen. When he was about to open his mouth to recite his vows, he gently took hold of your hand and brought them close to his lips. "I know that I have a lot of flaws- both as a lover and a person, but the moment you accepted my proposal, I became the happiest man alive. I vow to protect you, to make you happy, to love you, to never betray you until my last- no, let me fix that. Until the end of time, I will uphold the vows I've told you today. I love you." before slipping the ring around your finger. Your heart fluttered upon hearing Riddle's vows. Now it was your turn to give yours.

"I've never thought that I'd see the day where I would be exchanging my vows with you. I love you with my whole heart, words cannot do justice to what I'm feeling for you. I vow to protect you and to love you eternally. This ring shall be a sign of my love for you, never-ending, eternal and endless, just like the circle in this ring." You slipped the finger around his ring, looking at him with a fond, gentle gaze.

The priest continued on with the ceremony, smiling at the couple. "Do you take (Y/N) as your lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?"

"I do." Riddle answered, gaze still not leaving yours.

"Do you take Riddle as your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?" You almost let out a choked sob before saying the words you wanted to say.

"I do." The two words you dreamed of saying, picturing a wedding with Riddle, you finally had the chance to say it. You were happy.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife." Riddle's hold on your grip got tighter as he anticipated the long-awaited words. "You may now kiss the bride."

Riddle took his time lifting your veil up, taking in your breath taking appearance. He leaned in and gave you a gentle kiss. You kissed him back, a smile forming on your face as you heard the guests clapping for the both of you. There was nothing that could make you happier than this moment.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Keep Bleeding Love || Abraham Alastor || Pt II

A/n: Here is the second part of the three part mini series thing. This is going to be long and this is the ending where the Reader ends up with our sweet Abraham.

The last part is going to have the Reader end up with Andrew.

also I might have to write some side stories with Abraham and Mary dealing with stuff from the future cause this fic was getting very long.

Part I

Request: mrsfullbuster500 asked:Hey, just wanted to say how much I love your writing and I wondered, if it's not too much trouble, if I could request an Abraham x present day!reader x Andrew fic? The idea is that the reader would've somehow gotten trapped in the past with Abraham looking after and protecting her until she's able to reunite with the present day group, but when it's time for her to return to the present with Andrew, Abraham finds himself hesitating to give her up because he's developed feelings for her.

One other detail I'd like to mention for this fic is that the reader would be the doppelgänger of Abraham's late lover, who was falsely executed for being a witch. So maybe he'd eventually see her doppelgänger as being given a second chance?

Abraham Alastor did not know how to feel, he felt like he could not breath. Why did you look so much like his late lover? And what where you even wearing? Shaking his head he held your small frame in his arms. Mary seemed to be in a better mood since she found you. 

It did not take long to take you back to his home, something he was grateful for since he rather not explain your appearance to the other villagers of Little Hope. Placing you down on the spare bed, Abraham frowned digging his nails into his palm. It was painful looking at you, why did you have to look so much like her?

He was starting to doubt himself, that this was another chance at love. He was starting to believe that this was some punishment, it had to be. Flexing his fingers he turned away from your sleeping form, walking out of the room he made his way to his own. To tired to think about anything else, he would sleep on this and fix it in the morning.

Watching her brother, Mary waited for Abraham to slip into his own room. Hearing the door close she tiptoed to the spare room where you were sleeping. Taking a deep breath she slowly made her way to your side, she never liked seeing her brother get upset. After the death of their parents he was always the strong one....then she came along. The girl that looked so much like you.

She was kind and Mary was excited when she found out that she was going to be getting a sister but then it happened. Carver seemed interested in her too and he just would not leave her alone. Mary wished she could have stopped him but she was so scared and when your look like....the one that was supposed to marry her brother denied Carver. Well he did not like that and it did not take long for the Reverend to turn the town against the outsider and once that happened. 

Mary had to wipe her eyes feeling some tears fall down her cheeks. She could still hear Abraham screaming out as they burned her at the stake. Shaking her head she quickly moved to sit beside your form, her small hand reaching out to grab yours. “Please...I beg of you...make my brother happy....” Biting her lip she let her small frame curled into yours as she fell into a deep sleep.

A week....it’s been a week since you’ve been stuck here. In a time that was not your own....did the others know you were missing? Or did time move differently?

Abraham did his best to help though the man was unsure on what to even do himself. He’d tried to talk to you but then he would go quiet and leave the room, Mary was sweet. She was the one who helped you in the odd clothing, you weren’t sure where she got them but you were not going to question it. Sighing your fingers smoothed out the long dress, it was warm and you couldn’t help but think how good it looked on you.

“God, I could totally get a job at the Salem Witch Museum....”Turning to look at yourself fully, a small smile tugged at your lips missing the sound of the door opening and closing.

“You look beautiful Y/n!.”

Mary walked towards you, her small hand grasping onto yours. With you here she did not have to play in the woods by herself. Smiling up at you she started to rock on her heels. Though she would have to make sure the others did not see you, she was afraid on what Carver might do.  

“Thank you Mary, that’s very sweet of you too say...um do you know what’s wrong with Abraham? Did I do something wrong?”

Glancing up at you in confusion she tried to understand what you were telling her. She was sure Abraham was okay, what did you mean by that. “I do not understand.” Letting go of your hand she sat on the edge of the bed. “Are you worried for him? I am”

Sighing you knelt down in front of her grasping her hand gently. “I am..” You did not know if it was your feelings for Andrew now blurring in for Abraham but you did not like seeing such a sad look on his face whenever he looked at you. “Can you tell me why,,,,he barley looks at me.”

Shifting her body, Mary then looked down at her lap. “It is because you look like her.”

“Who?”

“His lost love...she is” Clutching the fabric of her dress she tried not to cry. “She was killed...If I did not tell the Reverend of the two about to elope then he wouldn’t hav-.”

“Have what?” Swallowing thickly you had a feeling on what happened but you wanted to hear if from the source. 

“She was killed...accused of witch craft...but she was not a witch!...I saw him...he was touching her but she pushed him away then after that...he turned the town against her!”

“How did she die?”

“Burned....they burned her.”

Brushing your own tears away, you quickly stood giving the girl a weak smile. “Thank you Mary.” placing your hand on her head you ruffled her hair then walked towards the small desk. Glancing at the journal on the table you picked it up thumbing through the pages, now it made sense. Know one ever figured out who’s journal it was but now you did. If you ever got home you could bring this new information to light.

“At least it would give one person justice....maybe their could be away I can get this out.” Shaking your head you turned to face the little girl. “I’ll go take to him, cheer him up a little.” Giving her a wink, that seemed to have made her happy. “Now why don’t you get some rest.”

Fighting back you own yawn you heard Abraham’s voice shout that he was home. Biting your lip you had to suppress a shiver. While he did share the same face as Andrew....his voice was much different. Deeper than your friends, more smooth.

Stepping out of the room you cleared out your throat though Abraham had to do a double take. 

“Those...that dress suits you...”Clearing out his throat you noticed that his cheeks tinted pink. “You look lovely.”

Walking close to him you reached out grasping his hand, giving it a squeeze you hated how he flinched from you. “Abraham we need to actually talk...I’m not going back to my time soon and since I really can not leave the house.”

“Y/n...please you do not know what you ask-”

“I’m not her Abraham!”

Flinching from the tone of your voice, Abraham turned away. Of course you weren’t her. That was not what was bothering him, what bothered him was that he found himself falling for you.

“I know you are not her and that is what’s more troubling. That I have fallen for a woman who is nothing like her.” It was an odd feeling, what he felt for you was completely different than her. You felt like you were his soul mate, the one he was supposed to be with. “This is all so confusing I...I need some time.” Closing his eyes tightly he shook his head then grabbed one of the hanging lanterns. “I will be back.” Ignoring the shouting of his sister he slammed the door shut stepping into the darkness.

Frowning, Mary grasped your hand gently. Her big eyes looking up at you, pleading with you. “You must go after him! please!”

Giving the girl a gently smile, you slipped on the shall then grabbed the remaining lantern. “I promise I’ll find him, scouts honor.” giving her a wink you slipped outside peering into the darkness hoping to find the man soon. You prayed that he wouldn’t do anything stupid. The man just confessed his feelings for you, while you knew that he worried for your safety it felt nice knowing that he returned your feelings.

Biting your lip you were trying to push back the feeling of not wanting to leave this place but you knew you had to go home. Taking a deep breath in you nearly stumbled over a tree root only for a pair of hands to steady your body. You wanted to call out Abraham’s name until you safe the face of the last man you wanted to see, it was the very man who caused all those deaths, the one was manipulated the town, who was manipulating Mary.

“Now what’s a pretty little bird like you wandering this woods at night?” You hated how calm he sounded.

“I was...looking for Abraham, he slipped out.”

“Ahh Abraham..” you nearly missed the man clenching his hands into a fist. “You look so much like her, like the dear one we lost.”

Biting you tongue you wanted to hurl an insult at the man, he was the reason why she was dead....if only you had the journals.

“Reverend Carver, now I do hope you are not scaring the poor young woman.”Another man stepped into your lanterns light. He was much older than the Reverend and you couldn’t help but notice how much the man looked like the Librarian. 

Carver tensed then cleared out his throat. “Oh course not, I am just wondering why a young woman is wandering the woods.”

“I told him I was looking for Abraham.” You state stepping away from the two though the Librarian gave you a smile.

“Ah young Alastor...yes I ran into him...I sent him back home...he seemed troubled...now why don’t you run along too.” The man stepped in between you and Carver. Bowing your head you took that as your chance to leave, grasping your dress to took off running.

Slipping into the home, the first thing you noticed when you entered was Abraham hunched over, in his hands was the very journal you were holding on to before the bus crashed.

“Abraham?”

Tears running down his cheeks, his hands tightened around the journal. “He had her killed, because she denied his affections. Shaking his head his fingers clutched his hair. “I do not understand, first I see my doppelganger and then...I read of this...Carver...he.” Rushing to his side you let your hands run through the mans hair as he clung tightly to your frame.

“Shh we’ll get through this....”Closing your eyes you pressed a small kiss to his temple.”I promise.” 

It took another dead, and another visit from Andrew that finally convinced Abraham on what to do. It was nice having you by his side to meet his double and you seemed happy to see your friends but he couldn’t help but feel the tightness that formed in his heart.

You both had finally grown closer and no what he might do, it might send you away from him but if that was the cost of saving your life, then he’d do it.

He turned his gaze away from his double, away from the other young woman that looked another towns person as he made his way down the stairs. Your were holding Mary closer, doing your best to protect the little girl as Carver hurled his accusations but the Reverend was not prepared when Abraham brought out his own evidence. 

Though you couldn’t help but breath a sigh to relief as the Sheriffs dragged the screaming Carver away. Smiling you and Mary made you way towards Abraham. Placing your hand against his cheek you gave him a small smile as Mary grasped her brothers hand. “You did it Abraham, I’m proud of you.”

Giving you a bashful smile, he reached out grasping your hand. Weaving his fingers through your own. You, Mary and himself made your way back to his small house missing the pair of eyes watching you leave.

Once Mary was tucked into bed, you left her room nearly slamming into Abraham’s chest.

“Oh..jeez...I’m sorry....hey...you okay Abraham?”

Lowering his gaze, he cleared out his throat as he placed his hand against your cheek. “You must know that I love you y/n.”

Frowning for a moment, you let out a small laugh then shook your head. Why did he look so sad? “I do, you know that I love you too right...I’m sorry that I.” sighing you shook your head. You didn’t care, you loved him and you were willing you make that sacrifice to stay here with him. Just as you were about to kiss him you let slip a grunt of annoyance hearing a sharp knock on the door.

“Of course.” Shaking your head walked towards the door surprised to see the familiar face of the man from the woods.

“Can I help you.”

Though something was off about the man, he held a sullen expression on his face and the tailored suit his wore made it look like he was out of place. “It is time for you to go home y/n.”

“I am home I.”

“Not here...back to your own time.”

Stepping into the house he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder for a moment then letting go he reached into his coat.. “You can not stay much longer.”

Shaking your head you stepped back as he produced the journal. “But I want to stay here...just let me stay here.” Feeling your own tears slide down your cheeks you felt a familiar hand on your shoulder, spotting Abraham the young man was giving you a sad smile.

“He is right, you must go y/n. for your family...friends..it will not sit right with me knowing that I have kept you from them.,,please.”

Leaning down you felt his lips on your own, the man you thought who was your librarian was muttering something and then a white light engulfed the room. The weight of his lips vanished and you were now sitting in an old room, everything looked broken though glancing down the dress you once wore was replaced with your jeans and hoodie.

Fighting back a sob, you brought your knees to your chest. You ignored the familiar voice's of your friends. You ignored their concerned questions wondering what happened to you, you just wanted to ignore them all. Because talking to them meant that you would have to think about Abraham and that was something you did not want to do.

It’s been two weeks since the incident, the first thing you had done was to confront the Librarian and you found out that he called himself the Curator and that he was able to do thing. Everything was all to confusing, you needed to get away.

Slumping forward in your seat you were sketching him again though you couldn’t help but scowl when a voice cleared out its throat behind you. Sighing you closed the book turning around. “Look, can you go find another place to sit, I want to be alone.”

Shifting his body, Abraham tugged at the hoodie he was wearing, the pants and shoes weren’t to bad though he was happy that his hair was left alone but he wanted to impress you. He could have sworn his heart skipped a beat when he saw you. His lips twitched into a smile hearing your voice, he hoped you would be happy to see him and Mary.

“I’m sorry for disturbing you.”

When you finally looked up you felt like you had gotten punched in the stomach. “Abraham?” god you prayed it was him and it wasn’t some stupid joke that Andrew was playing.

“I am afraid so.” He tipped his head down to you, a small smile on his face. “I had a long talk with our little friend and...while you had everything to lose...I had nothing.” Grasping your hands in his he pressed his head against your own. “I love you y/n and I will not let you go.”

Laughing softly you stood on your toes giving him a gentle kiss but you were nearly knocked over when Mary wrapped your arms around your waist.

Breaking the kiss, you smiled down at the little girl as you placed your hand on her head. 

“Are you happy to see us y/n?”

Squeezing Abraham's hand you nodded your head. “I am...and welcome to the 21 century...I have a lot to show you too.”