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writeslikeanaria · 1 year ago

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i’ve seen the devil in every face

ominis gaunt x reader (technically sebastian sallow x reader)

summary: your boyfriend lives with the demons of never being able to see what you look like. that's when he figures out a way to finally be able to look at you; by wearing the face of his best friend.

word count: 5k+

warnings: SMUT, consent is tricky but i'll just stick with dubious, immoral use of the polyjuice potion, angst, confused reader, m!oral, p in v, opportunity for an incredibly angst filled part two

Potions class seemed to be longer than normal. Having finished your potion earlier than everyone else, your only task now was to finish theory book work, a task that genuinely pained you to complete. Books strewn open, you rested your head against the desk, eyes closed, trying to find will within you to actually dip your quill in the ink that rested next to you.

With your vision gone, you used your imagination to picture the chaos happening around you. A cracking pop sounded off in the room, followed by a stench of rotten fish. Fizzing arose in the room, making your skin prick up from the feeling of electricity. From behind your eyes, you could see a bright white light flash, and a groan from your upset classmate followed suit.

For a moment, you realised that this was reality for your blind boyfriend, Ominis, only able to use his other senses to imagine the world. A brief sadness crept over you, leaving a whimper to come out of your mouth, something that was noticed by your potions partner next to you, Sebastian.

“You alright?” He glanced over at you, cocking an eyebrow, quill hovering in the air.

You opened one eye, adjusting to the bright overhead candle that filled your vision in a flood of white. Sebastian looked down at you, some sort of concern on his face, chewing on the end of his quill. You groaned. “Just peachy…” You paused. “Just thinking.”

Sebastian scoffed. “Anything you want to share with the class?”

Lifting your head slightly, you look across the potion classroom, until your eyes land on the innocent target, blissfully unaware of your stalking eyes. Ominis, busy hunched over a potions book, was reading some words out to his partner, Leander. He seemed frustrated though, eyebrows furrowed deeply, as he kept rubbing his milky white eyes out of pure exhaustion.

From just what you could witness, you knew how annoyed your boyfriend was getting by the ginger’s antics. You had heard many times about how “utterly useless and incorrigible” Leander was, through Ominis’ midnight rantings. Laying in bed, head on his heaving chest, you listened to his stream of consciousness. You pouted at the sight of his anger.

“Ominis doesn’t look happy today.”

Rolling his eyes, Sebastian turned back to his book. “When is he ever when he's in potions class? Poor thing has to deal with Leander for two hours twice a week, I’m surprised he hasn’t ripped all his hair out of head. Pure misery, that’s him.” Sebastian bit his lip, a thought entering his head. “And it doesn’t help that he’s been unusually stroppy the last couple of days.”

You peered at Sebastian, narrowing your eyes, confused. You had barely had time to see your boyfriend in the past couple of days, so you hadn’t noticed any foul behaviour. “What do you me–”

Unfortunately, your question remained unanswered, as the shrill voice of Professor Sharp rang off across the classroom, scolding none other than Garreth Weasley. His face was so close to Garreth’s that they were almost touching. “How dare you not follow my instructions? Detention all next week. Now, clean this up and complete your actual task for homework.”

You snickered, burying your head in your arms, unable to hide away the humour in the situation. Making eye contact with the boy in trouble, he shrugged his shoulders at you. Although Professor Sharp had just told him to discard his potion, you watched as Garreth blatantly discarded those instructions, instead pouring the potion he was working on into a separate flask, before collecting his books back up.

The bell rang, signalling the end of class, but you stayed rooted to your seat as you watched Garreth with intrigue, suddenly fascinated with what he was up to. As everyone filed out of class, you opted to corner your ginger friend, closing in on his defeated stature. His face was sallow, but he still kept a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Backing away your bag, you vaguely registered Sebastian trying to talk to you, but you brushed him off, flaying your hand in the air, dismissively. As much as you loved your best friend, you currently didn’t have time for his questions.

Sliding on over to Garreth’s station, you pick up one of his scrawled notebooks, cheekily. “A little birdie told me you got told off again.”

Garreth jumped slightly at your appearance. “Well, then someone should do something about that gossip of a bird.” He lunged towards the book you were holding. “And we give that back!”

There was no point keeping it anyway, unable to read what covered the pages anyway. Garreth’s handwriting was like chicken scratch. Handing him back his book, you laughed at him, before eyeing the suspicious potion peeking out of his satchel bag. “What’s that?”

“Nothing interesting.” Garreth closed the lid on his bag, keeping the mystery out of sight. You frowned, not usually having to deal with Garreth’s secrecy. Normally, he lets you into his devious plans.

Sighing, you began slowly walking away. “Oh, but it would be such a shame if Professor Sharp found out that you kept some of the potion he told you to discard–”

“Alright!” Garreth stopped you. “It really isn’t anything interesting, I promise, but if you’re still curious, meet me in the abandoned potions classroom on the second floor at midnight. Don’t be late.”

You grinned. You weren’t planning on it.

•┈୨♡୧┈•

When midnight finally came, you were more than excited for your nighttime escape. Cladded in a woollen jumper and tough shoes, you quietly crept down the staircases into the darkness of your common room. As you were about to slink through the door, a voice stopped you in your tracks, calling your name.

“Is that you?”

You immediately recognised the confused tone in your boyfriend’s voice, and a soft chuckle slipped from your mouth. Embarrassed, you covered your reddening face. “Hello darling, I didn’t see you sitting in the dark.”

Ominis pouted. “I didn’t realise a lamp wasn’t on. I was just doing some reading. Have you come to join me?”

“I would love to, truly, but I had other plans for tonight.” You bit your lip in thought. “Why aren’t you in bed?”

A loud groan escaped from Ominis, as he landed his heavy head in his lap. “Can’t sleep, too busy… thinking.”

You moved towards your troubled boyfriend, placing your hand around his. “A penny for your thoughts? I’ve noticed you’ve been… antsy recently, and I can’t help but feel like I'm doing anything for you.” You placed a gentle kiss on his temple. “What’s going on?”

Ominis cringed. “I don’t know how to speak about this; it’s too difficult to even word. And I don’t want to think you did anything wrong–”

“Wait, what?”

“–You’ve been nothing but amazing with everything. You’ve been doting, and kind, and thoughtful, and the time I spend with you, just you, is more cherishable than any worldly possession.”

“Then what’s wrong?” You pressed.

“I–” Ominis sighed. “Everytime we are intimate, I get sad.”

That definitely wasn’t what you were expecting Ominis to say. You retracted your hands for him, unsure if it was out of shock or mild disgust towards what he had said. Never in a million years had you expected your boyfriend, your loving, passionate boyfriend, to admit that love making with you had a melancholic effect on his psyche. Your face contorted with defiance, but you didn’t know how to fight this battle.

You pursed your lips. “Do I disgust you?”

In a flash of seconds, you could see every stage of grief flash over Ominis’ milky eyes, as he reached back towards your hands with comfort. You always relished in the warmth he would give you.

“That’s not what I meant at all.” Ominis started. “I just meant that I feel as though my loss of sight is hindering my experience. Obviously, it’s not, but I can’t help but feel like I’m missing out on seeing you, my beauty, my radiance, the light of my life. Sometimes I wonder how I can feel whole if I can’t even see my other half. Every single time I hear someone compliment your appearance, I just wish I could see you. Everytime you’re under me, I just wish I could see you. Do you understand?”

You didn’t know if you did, but you nodded carefully, stroking small circles on the backs of Ominis’ mole-covered hands, in an attempt to find comfort for him. What you did understand was how difficult this must’ve been to tell you, and you couldn’t be happier that he was actually communicating with you. Leaning into him, you smiled. “Would you like to talk more about this in the morning?”

Ominis smiled. “Sure.”

“Would you like to accompany me to the abandoned potions classroom on the second floor?”

Ominis screwed his face up in confusion. “Why on earth would you want to go to that musty place at this time of night?”

You giggled. “Garreth seems to be working on a secret potion, and I’m curious to see what he’s up to.”

It didn’t take long to convince your stubborn boyfriend, as in a matter of minutes, you were slinking hand in hand, under a disillusionment spell, across the deserted halls of Hogwarts at night. It was a peaceful adventure, one that really helped calm you both down after the intensity of your previous conversation.

Unfortunately, the words Ominis had spoken still lingered in your mind like cigarette smoke. You couldn’t help but ponder what he had said, as if you were the problem. You knew that Ominis would never place blame on you, but you wish you had noticed sooner.

Every time you crawled into bed together, a mess of teeth and tongue, flesh and slick, you should’ve noticed the abundance of tension seeping out of his muscles, or the way he would hold back from touching you, from being close to you. There were so many signs that you were embarrassed that you hadn’t caught on to any of them. Were you a bad person?

Those thoughts were soon pushed out of your conscious mind when you arrived at your discreet destination. Creeping open the door, you were welcomed by the most vile stench you had every smell, bile rising in your throat as you coughed violently.

“What the hell are you making in here?” You spluttered, unable to think properly from the fumes. Luckily you had your boyfriend holding you arms, stopping you from falling over.

Garreth’s lifted his head up as he noticed you walk in, a giant grin stretched across his cheeks. “Ah, you finally came, and you brought a guest. The more the merrier, they say.” He welcomed you in, clapping his hands against your back. “You’re just in time for the main event.”

You could still hardly breathe from the vileness secreting into your sinuses. “Please make this worth it. I cannot begin to describe how putrid this room smells. I wouldn’t be surprised if I end up in the hospital room because of this.”

“You’ve got it easy.” Garreth laughed. “I have to drink this.” With fascination plastered on your face, you watched as the ginger placed the last ingredient into a small volume of the potion, and swirled it around his flask. You watched as the liquid changed colours very slightly.

Finally, Ominous asked the million dollar question. “What actually is that?”

With one gulp, Garreth drank the entire flask, pouring it down his throat with ease, but reacting to the taste like hot lava. After every last drop was swallowed, he finally gave an answer to the question. “Polyjuice potion. Tastes disgusting, but the results are fascinating. That last ingredient I added in? Those were human hairs, belonging to Professor Sharp. In just a few moments you’ll see what I mean by fascinating results, because the polyjuice potions changes your appearance to make you look like someone else.”

He wasn’t lying. Within short moments, Garreth had grown several inches, became thinner, more wrinklier, with his usual flaming locks transforming into dark brown hair. It was exhilarating to watch your best friend become a whole different person.

You spoke first. “Garreth?”

Your friend rubbed his eyes, no longer focussing on you two. Instead, he squinted in frustration. “Ugh, Professor Sharp’s eyesight sucks; It’s so blurry. This man cannot see shit.”

Laughing at those comments, you dismissed them right away, but your boyfriend seemed intrigued by what Garreth was saying, still rubbing his eyes out of annoyance. “What do you mean? Are you trying to tell me that you’ve adopted the same eyesight as Sharp?”

“Yeah, and it’s awful.” Garreth laughed. Walking over to a deserted closet in the classroom, Garreth grabbed out a bunch of clothes that bore a striking resemblance to the ones that Professor Sharp would normally wear, but you took no interest in Garreth’s immature plans. You believed fully that Garreth’s next plans would include terrorising a bunch of year two’s who were still awake at this time of night. What interested you the most was the quizzical look on Ominis’ face.

“What are you thinking?”

Ominous grunted. “Be quiet, I have a plan.”

For the next few minutes, you made careless conversation with your friend, who explained to you the extent of his plan for the next hour, which included, but was not limited to, sneaking into the teacher’s quarters, stealing all their sweets, and trying his luck at the restricted section. With adrenaline, Garreth’s bumbling attitude had him out the door within minutes, leaving you and Ominis alone in the classroom. Alone with the remnants of the polyjuice potion.

Your boyfriend struck first, heading towards the still full potion. You tried to stop him, but with no luck. “Ominis, what do you think you’re doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing? I found a solution to our problems. One mouthful of that disgusting potion and I’ll be able to see your beautiful face, in all your glory. I have no care to worry about the temporary, but I’ll be able to finally see my shining star, my angel. You don’t realise how hard it is to go about my life, wishing I could see your eyes, and your smile, and your hair, and your beautiful lips. I need to do this.”

“And then what?” You questioned his frantic plan. “We share intimacy? You may be sharing intimacy with me, but I’ll have to stare at the face of someone who isn’t mine. I’ll have to live with the guilt of knowing another man who isn’t you.”

“But it is me!” Ominis raised his voice at you. “I am me, emotionally, spiritually, consciously. All you will have to know is the physicalities of another man.” His voice settled, calming down a bit. “I understand your point of you, and all I have to counter it is, for me? I know I cannot force you, but I know I can plead with you, even if you shut me down before I can even present my case.”

You bit your lip in anguish. “How sure are you? I need to know you are completely comfortable with this. This would be the strangest thing we’ve ever shared between us, and I need to know that this is exactly what you want.”

“I want this.” Ominis sighed, cupping your face with his hands. “Finally, I want to know you with all my senses.” He placed a kiss against your lips. “I need to know what love at first sight feels like to a man.”

You returned the kiss with fervour. “I will. I will for you. I love you Ominis.” Resting your head on his shoulder, another question popped into your mind.”

“Ominis.” He hummed in response. “Who are you going to choose to, you know, turn into?”

“Don’t worry. I have someone in mind.”

•┈୨♡୧┈•

Sebastian looked like he was about to doze off at the breakfast table, eye bags dark, head lost between the pages of some tatted book that he probably found illegally in the library. His brown locks were a mess atop his head and he had taken no notice of you and Ominis standing in the entrance of the hall, watching him from a distance.

“Sebastian.” You asked incredulously. “Really?”

Ominis scoffed, brushing you off. “He’s the only choice really. He’s the only person I trust you to know physically, since he is my best friend. I’ve also heard that he’s quite handsome, so I don’t know why you’re objecting.”

“I- It’s Sebastian! He would never agree to that.”

“He wouldn’t have to know.” Ominis smirked. “Now be a good girl and help me distract him so we can get a few hairs off of the top of his head, okay?”

And that’s how you found yourself sitting abnormally close to Sebastian, basically breathing down his neck, trying to get him to lean down just a bit more, but it proved to be a more difficult task than you initially thought.

“No, I don’t see the runes at the bottom of the page.” Sebastian squinted once more at the page in front of him, but refused to move his head downwards like you needed him to. You were about to give up when an idea struck, noticing a strange fold in the page. Just as Sebastian moved the book slightly, you pointed downwards.

“Did something just fall out of the book?”

Sebastian ducked immediately. “Where?” His voice went gruff as he finally looked closely at the bottom of the book, giving Ominis an ample opportunity to gently pluck a few hairs off of the top of Sebastian’s head, without the poor boy even noticing. When Ominis gave a nod, you knew that he had gotten what he needed.

You tutted. “Nevermind, it’s just a fold in the page.” You rested your head in your hand and sighed dramatically. “I thought I saw something.”

“It’s alright.” Sebastian muttered. “It’s no use anyway. I’m so tired, I just want to go to bed right now.”

“Early night?” You joked, but then saw Ominis shaking his head at you. Right, you guys would need the dorm room tonight, for activities. “You could– uh, sleep in the undercroft! Surely sleeping in a room without Ominis’ incessant snoring is exactly what you need tonight.

“What I need is a beater’s club to my head,” Sebastian smirked. “But a night alone sounds great as well.”

•┈୨♡୧┈•

It was almost time. Saying goodbye to Sebastian and sending him on his way was easy enough. With enough encouragement, he was gone before the sun had even fallen asleep beneath the hills, leaving the entire dormitory to you and your boyfriend, whose eyes had not stopped glinting with mischief all day.

The entire day had been a mixture of teasing touches, and whispers of dirty promises. You could still feel the feeling of Ominis’ hands creeping up your skirt in class, tracing your delicate thighs with the traction of a feather. The hot breath of his words still melted against your ears like an ice cold glass of water, and you were so thirsty.

But first, Ominis had to drink the potion.

“I really hope it’s not as awful as Garreth said it was.” You said, eying the murky brown liquid. “But by the smell of the classroom last night, I don’t think it’s going to taste like liquid gold either. Promise you’ll drink some water afterwards?”

Ominis sniffed the flask suspiciously. “It may taste, and smell, differently after adding the hairs, but I doubt so, unfortunately. I wonder if my taste buds will even survive this torture.”

“Well, for my sake,” You pointed downwards, towards your woman region,“and for my girl’s sake, I hope your taste buds come out the other side of this stronger than ever.”

The innuendo was not lost on your boyfriend, who now eagerly added the final remaining ingredient to the flask. Like last time, the colour faded slightly, into more of a mellow mud colour. Bringing the potion up to his nose, Ominous took a sniff, but didn’t recoil.

“Well?”

Ominis hummed. “Isn’t as bad as I expected. Almost woodsy. Like tree bark, or forest leaves. Doesn’t carry the same putridness as the one from last night. I’d even say this one is somewhat pleasant.” He dipped his finger in the potion. “It feels warm. Like a cup of tea. It’s odd.”

You egged him on. “Are you gonna drink it?”

“Patience.” Ominis laughed, but he followed through with your queries, throwing his head back and swallowing the potion in one.

The effects started showing immediately. The white blouse that Ominis was wearing became too small for his torso, looking like it was about to burst at the seams, as his muscles filled out, and his shoulders broadened like the parting of a sea. Shrinking only half an inch, he now sat at Sebastian’s height, now growing into those features. Gone were those chiselled cheeks, replaced with the smattering of freckles across his face. Hair turned from gold to bronze, and eyes from the ocean to the earth.

“How do I look?” Sebastian– Ominis asked, voice now replaced with the slightly Scottish tenor of his best mate’s, turning towards you.

It was all so confusing. There stood your best friend, but with the mannerisms and posture of your boyfriends. Your body was conflicted too, as you couldn’t help but look at the physicality of your best friend in a new light.

Ominis seemed to be going through his own internal conflict. When he first took the potion he really had no idea if he was going to notice any change with his sight, but when it became bright, too bright, he knew that his hypothesis had been true. It was strange at first, adjusting to a whole new sense. His brain was confused, angry almost, trying to force him back down into a headache, but he persisted.

The world seemed strange. Finally, he knew what it meant to see colour, to see light, and to see beauty. He thought the bed was beautiful. He thought the floor was beautiful. He thought the walls around him were beautiful, but most importantly, the woman in front of him was more than beautiful.

Like an iridescent angel fallen from the heavens above, she was perfect to him. Beautiful didn’t even cover the beginning of what he thought about his girlfriend. Unable to articulate verbally, he stood motionless, as the angel before him tried to capture his attention away from his admiration.

“Ominis, are you okay? Did it work?” You asked cautiously, worried about what emotions he could possibly be feeling if the answer was no, but the way he was actually facing you, actually looking at you, you were sure that you knew the answer.

Ominis took a breath. “I understand what beautiful is.” He took one step towards you, reaching outwards, but your body didn’t naturally move towards him, still hesitant about yearning for Sebastian’s face and Sebastian’s physique. It wasn’t quite right.

It didn’t feel quite right as his lips touched yours, moving naturally, but feeling like a stranger. You melted like you normally did, but it was with effort, still getting used to the scent of Sebastian wafting into your veins. Reciprocating Ominis’ love filled kiss was more difficult than you would’ve ever thought. You hated how you felt.

“I need you.” Ominis muttered, his voice silky like Sebastian’s. “I need to see what you look like when you’re pleased. I need to know what pleasure looks like dressed on you. I need to see you contort yourself like a good girl. I need you.”

How could you deny such pleads? Nodding along to the words he spoke, you started on the buttons of your blouse, but were soon swatted from your task, your hands quickly replaced by Sebas– Ominis’ hand. It didn’t feel right watching Sebastian undress you, so you closed your eyes, resting against the unusually broad chest in front of you.

If Ominis noticed your internal conflict, he didn’t mention it, having the time of his life running his hands down the curves of your soft body, melting at the images he now didn’t have to visualise himself. Reaching down, he placed open mouthed kisses against your throat, eliciting moans from your throat.

He was marking you, you knew that. The mouth of your best friend was claiming you as a lover, and you enjoyed it, finding pleasure in the heat of the moment, pooling in your panties shamefully. Something about what Ominis was capable of made you fall from your grace and become nothing but a dog in heat. Wrapping your arms around his frame, you pulled him in closer, under you could hear his voice against the shell of your ear. “Get on your knees.”

You knew it was your Ominis, but you hesitated at Sebastian's voice. Obeying anyway, suck downwards, opening up for what was expected. Except, it wasn’t the familiar cock of your boyfriend. It was different from usual, slightly thicker, shorter, with unfamiliar veins running up the length.

“Suck it.” Ominis’ domineering personality crept out, and you obeyed. It was odd at first, but you got used to this new weight. At first, you placed a gentle kiss at the tip of his cock, watching the precum leak out in generous blobs. Your tongue darted out, lapping greedily at what you were given. Even the taste was different, slightly saltier, slightly muskier. Slicking up the entirety of his cock, you coated it generously, before opening your mouth wider to take more.

With enthusiasm, you took him all, pumping what was remaining with your left hand, and leaving your right hand to rest against his thigh, that twitched with every harsh sucked. His skin, covered in goosebumps, was on fire, the electricity of the moment throbbing in his cock. Ominis wasn’t going to last long, and you knew it.

Still, you threw your head forward, swallowing the tip, feeling him stutter with your movements. Hands threaded in your hair, tugging on your roots, getting a good grip on your head. Ominis had obviously had enough of your teasing, and decided to use you as he needed. It wasn’t long before until you felt his breathing change and his voice falter.

“I’m gonna–”

Cum. It splurted down your throats, in thick ropes you had never experienced before. It was all too much as you lurched away from the cock, more cum landing across your cheeks and necks. Looking up through glazed eyes and thick eyelashes, you watched Sebastian above you, peering down at you curious.

Nimble fingers stroked your face, moving around the sticky liquid, making even more of a mess as his face lit up in delight. You hated the way your body clenched at the thought of Sebastian taking you, needing that spent cock inside of you as soon as possible. You whimpered.

“Please…”

“Please what?” Ominis asked, tugging on his spent cock, slowly hardening again in the palm of his hand. You ducked your head embarrassed.

“Please fuck me.”

You were surprised he didn’t make you beg, as he lifted you up with an ease he’d never experience. Manhandling you onto the nearest bed, he pressed your chest down on the mattress, and flipped up your skirt. You didn’t even have any time to voice your confusion before the thick cock slid into your slick folds, forcing a moan out of you immediately.

Reaching for the blankets to have something, anything, to ground yourself with, you took the hammering like a champion. The immediate pace was frenzied, with no warming up on your part at all. You felt more alive than ever, alert as his deft hands curled around your wrists, holding them together as leverage to get a better angle.

You were drooling on the blankets. The angle was perfectly hitting your g-spot with every rough thrust, the material of the duvet rubbing against your swollen, patient clit, in desperate need of some attention. Every nerve on your body was screaming in pleasure and pain, completely conflicted with every emotion that struck your heart. At least you didn’t have to look into the eyes of your best friend.

Finally, Ominis let go of one of your hands, snaking around your front so he could begin his assault on your clit. His voice was gruff in your ear. “I need you to come for me baby.”

You nodded pathetically, eyes rolling back as every thrust inside of you became more agitated than the last. Tears were free falling from your face now. In the midst of your pleasure, you didn’t even notice the door to the dormitories open, until you heard the voice of…

“What?!”

Turning your head, you couldn’t help let a pained sob out of your throat as you laid eyes with another Sebastian, the Sebastian. In an instance, there was no longer a body pressing down on you, letting you sink down onto the ground. You barely registered that sound of an angry spell being cast across the dorm room, followed by the patting of footsteps both across the dorm, towards the door, and towards you.

You knew it was the real Sebastian still left in the room as you felt a blanket cover your half naked form, keeping your modesty. You knew it was the real Sebastian as when you fell into his shoulder, unable to keep in the tears, he hesitated before placing a comforting hand against your bare shoulder. You knew it was the real Sebastian as he asked you repeatedly what was going on.

You knew he saw himself, fucking you like it was a matter of life and death, a reflection of a reality that his brain couldn’t comprehend.

You, on the other hand, had no thoughts left, falling unconscious on the shoulder of your best friend, with your boyfriend having run away in shame.

“i've seen the devil,

down sunset,

in every place,

in every face.”

–––

ouch angst. owie.

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forest-hashira · 5 months ago

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Day Off

hi everyone! this is my first request fic for @ficsforgaza, requested by the lovely @yutaleks! he asked for a day off with maki + flustering her a little. as i tend to do, i got carried away, so this is over 2k words instead of being a 500-700 word drabble, whoops. i hope you guys enjoy!

read on ao3 | wc: ~2.1k | cw: no pronouns used for reader but sort of implied fem!reader, fluff, maki & reader spend the day at the arcade

“Kugisaki, come on, Maki’s waiting for us!”

You’d been knocking on your classmate’s door for over five minutes, and that was after you’d spent ten minutes trying to get her to answer her phone. You’d both agreed to meet Maki at the entrance to campus, since it was the weekend and none of you had a mission to complete, but now your fellow first year was apparently ghosting you.

“Go away!” she shouted from within her dorm, not bothering to open the door. “I look awful! Itadori fucked up my hair, I can’t be seen in public like this!”

An exasperated groan escaped you, your head thumping against the door; there was no use arguing with her, and you knew it. It would be a miracle if anyone saw her out of her room for the next six business days. “Fushiguro and I told you not to let him near your hair with bleach.” Yuji meant well, he always did, but when the words “I’ve never done this, but how hard could it be?” had left his lips, Nobara should have thought twice.

Whatever. She was dealing with the consequences of her decision now.

“I’m going to meet Maki now,” you told her, already stepping back from the door. “I’ll see if I can find you a hat that goes with your uniform while we’re out.”

“Don’t you dare get me something ugly!”

“Yeah, yeah!”

Already running late, you hurried out of the dorm building and down to the torii gates, where your senpai was waiting, phone in hand. You called out to her, waving as you jogged over to meet her.

She looked up at the sound of your voice, glancing behind you and arching a brow when she realized you were alone. “Where’s Kugisaki?”

“Not coming,” you sighed. “She thought it would be a good idea to let Itadori help her touch up her roots last night.”

The expression she made in response was borderline comical, her nose crinkling up and her brows furrowing together as she frowned. “What made her think that?”

“No idea, Fushiguro and I both told her not to but she didn’t listen.” You shrugged slightly, stepping past Maki to make your way off campus. “I promised I’d buy her a hat while we’re out.” You made it down the first couple steps that lead off campus before you realized she wasn’t following you, and you paused.

“Aren’t you coming?” you asked, turning to face her.

“We’ve never gone anywhere without her,” she replied, glancing back in the direction of the dorms for a moment.

You arched a brow slightly. “What, you afraid I’ll bite without Kugisaki around to keep me in check?”

Maki turned back to face you as you spoke, and when she saw your cheeky grin, she rolled her eyes. “If either of you needs to be kept in check it’s her.” Finally, she walked forward to join you, and you made your way down the stairs side by side. “Just feels weird leaving her behind, is all.”

“A little bit, yeah,” you hummed in agreement. “But without her here, we don’t have to spend all day shopping. We can go somewhere else for once.”

“Like where?”

There was a brief silence as you took a moment to consider her question. Your first thought was the movies, but you were fairly certain that was where Yuji had dragged the others for the day, so you reconsidered. “The arcade?”

Maki looked as if she was going to argue, so you were quick to keep talking.

“Come on, it’ll be a good time! I’m really good at the claw machines, I’ll win you something nice.” Your words were punctuated by you batting your lashes at your senpai. “Besides, I’m sure you’d smoke all those lame high scores on the dance games.”

The look she gave you was confused, though when you batted your lashes at her, she quickly looked away, picking up her pace a little, getting a few steps ahead of you before you fully noticed. “Fine,” she agreed. “We’ll go to the arcade, but only if you can keep up with me the whole way there.”

She paused when she reached the bottom of the stairs, glancing at you with a smirk tugging at her lips. “Ready?” she asked, but before you were able to give a response, she took off in the direction of the arcade – not at her top speed, but certainly faster than you could maintain over that much distance.

“That’s cheating!” you shouted after her, smiling despite your irritation as you raced after her, eager to catch up with her.

You did manage to catch up with her eventually, but only because she had reached the arcade first and was waiting for you.

“Your speed could use a little work, y’know,” she teased, smirking down at you as you braced your hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath.

“Screw you, Maki,” you groused, lifting your head enough to glare at her, though the effect was lost because of your breathless state. “Sorry we’re not all gifted like you are.”

She laughed at your words, giving a slight shrug. “Guess you’re right,” she agreed, then tilted her head towards the doors of the arcade. “Shall we?”

Having finally caught your breath, you stood upright again and nodded, walking into the building with your schoolmate. You looked around for a moment, trying to spot the claw machines. After a moment, you noticed them along the back wall. “C’mon!” you said, beaming at Maki as you grabbed her hand and pulled her after you.

“Wha— where are we going?” she asked, stumbling for a step as she went with you.

“I’m showing you my claw machine skills!” Your bright smile had yet to fade, and you stopped once you reached the wall of claw machines. “Pick one.”

“Huh?”

“Pick a machine,” you repeated. “And then pick a prize. I’m gonna win it for you.”

Maki looked skeptical, but when your earnest expression didn’t change, she finally turned to look at the array of claw machines. Most of them held various kinds of plushies, one looked like it held some gaming consoles, or something, but one, tucked away in the corner, seemed to be full of rhinestone bedazzled accessories, including a denim newsboy-style cap. “You said you were gonna get Kugisaki a hat, right?”

Following her gaze, you also saw the hat in the claw machine, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh my god, yes! She’s gonna hate it, I have to get it for her.” You hurried over to the machine, wanting to make sure you would be the one to claim the prize you were after. You examined the placement of the cap in the machine for a few moments, leaning around the sides of the machine as much as you could to get a good look. Once you were satisfied, you fished the coins out of your bag, sliding them into the slot.

A grin broke out across your face as it beeped to life, but once you had control of the claw, your focus sharpened, zeroing in on the cap. Maki was a little shocked to see the focus that came over you, and she watched in amazement as you carefully maneuvered the claw over the cap, picked it up, and deposited it in the prize basket on your first try.

“Damn,” she said, grinning when she saw the cap in your hands. “Maybe you do have some claw machine skills.”

“I have mad claw machine skills, thank you very much,” you corrected. “I’ll prove it to you again later by winning you a prize, but right now I believe you promised me a round on the dance games.” You tucked the hat into your bag as you spoke, not wanting to lose track of it.

“I made no such promise, and you know it,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Hmm, do I?” you asked, feigning innocence as you tapped your chin, as if in thought. “I definitely remember you promising me a dance off, so let’s go!”

Once again, you grabbed her hand to drag her across the arcade to the dance games, and once again, you missed the way her eyes widened and the tips of her eyes went a faint shade of pink.

The Dance Dance Revolution machines – two of them, side by side and both unoccupied at the moment – weren’t far from the claw machines, and you grinned when you reached them. “Alright,” you said, shooting Maki a grin, a glint in your eye. “Time to see how your skills translate to this.”

Releasing her hand, you stepped up onto one of the platforms, scrolling through songs for a moment as your upperclassman stared at you like you had spontaneously grown a second head. You turned over your shoulder when you realized she wasn’t on the other machine yet. “C’mon, Maki, please? Just one song, then you can go back to being boring.” When she still seemed reluctant, you batted your lashes at her. “You’ll probably kick my ass. Don’t you want bragging rights?”

Though your words were partially meant as a joke, they seemed to do the trick. Maki rolled her eyes at you, but she had a hint of a smile on her lips, and the tips of her ears still burned a light pink. “Okay, fine. One song. And I’m definitely going to wipe the floor with you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at her words, throwing your head back for a moment before returning to the task of finding a song. Eventually you picked one of the songs ranked “medium” in difficulty, and once you were both ready, you clicked start.

At first, it looked like Maki might have to eat her words about wiping the floor with you, having a rather unceremonious start and missing the first several steps almost entirely while you got most of them on beat. She was quick to recover though, getting a feel for both the game and the song, landing every step perfectly on beat, not missing a single one for the rest of the song, and she didn’t even seem to be breaking a sweat.

She was annihilating you, and you barely managed to keep from watching her instead of trying to keep up. In the end, she was right: she did wipe the floor with you, her score almost twice what yours was.

“That was fun,” she said, turning to you with a grin of her own. “Wanna go again? I wanna try one of the harder songs.”

You felt like your eyes were going to bug out of your head. “I think I’ll pull a muscle if I try to keep up with a harder song. But I’d love to see you smash it.” As you spoke, you stepped off the platform for your machine, not wanting to hog it if someone else wanted to play.

“Embarrassed?” she teased, narrowing her eyes playfully at you. “I gave you a warning, you can’t be mad at me.”

“Not embarrassed,” you corrected. “Practical. Because as much as I would love to be your damsel in distress, I doubt you want to carry me back to campus, and it would be embarrassing as hell to explain to Shoko that I hurt myself playing a video game.”

It was Maki’s turn to laugh then, her ponytail swishing as she shook her head at you. “Fine, fine,” she conceded. “Pick a song for me, whatever difficulty you wanna throw at me.” She shot you a wink, and you quickly looked towards the game screen to hide your burning cheeks.

After a few moments of clicking through to the higher difficulty songs, you eventually picked the hardest one, just to see if Maki would be able to keep up. As the countdown for the song began, you stepped back, eager to watch how everything was going to unfold. Like before, it took a moment for her to get into the rhythm of the song, but unlike the first song, it only took her about three seconds to get into it.

Watching her move was fascinating. Sure, you’d seen her fight gracefully in training and on missions, but this was different; this was fun, and it came across in the way her body moved to the beat. You couldn’t help but cheer in excitement as she got a particularly quick, tricky set of steps all in a row, your cheeks beginning to ache from how wide you were grinning as you watched her.

Soon enough, the song was over, and Maki had unsurprisingly claimed the top score for it. She turned back to you with a smirk, her expression brightening slightly when she saw your lingering excitement. “I think I want you to win me something from the claw machine for winning that.”

“Anything you want.”

this was my first time writing for maki, so i hope she doesn't seem too ooc. either way i had a lot of fun, thank you so much for requesting this aleks! i hope this fulfills your expectations 💜

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pedrostylez · 2 years ago

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The First Week

pairing: Javier Peña x fem!reader

summary: reader and Javier are coworkers that typically hate each other, but find each other helpful in relieving that stress

rating: 18+ (no minors please)

word count:4.4k

warnings etc: smut, dirty talk, light choking, unprotected p in v sex, pet names, oral male and female recieving. NO USE OF Y/N.

A/N: I debated back and forth about how I wanted to write these characters and I think this one and possibly the next 2 (?) will be all before “Mi Luz” to show the development of their relationship. Thank you for the kindness on “Before Mi Luz”, I enjoy everyone’s reactions and encouragement :)

Peña waited all week to see what you would do. He hoped you would beg, but something deep down told him that you wouldn’t do that. That not even if you had been a serious couple that you would be all over him like he was used to his previous girlfriends doing. You were too independent, too caught up in what you were doing to ever lean on someone else for help.

On Saturday and Sunday he dreamed of your mouth. Of your promises for next week, hoping that no one had in fact stepped out of the embassy while he was fucking you in the back of his Jeep. He dreamed of the noises you made and how you were a totally different person from what he saw from his desk.

On Monday he was antsy. He came into work surprisingly early-the security guards, the other workers were all surprised to see him. He just said he “needed to get a head start on paperwork.’ But when you came in you didn’t even make eye contact with him–not even a glance in his direction. You walked right past his desk, speaking lightly to Murphy (who had his head on his desk) a good morning and then down the hallway and stairs to the archives.

On Tuesday he was determined to get you to speak to him. He went all of Monday listening to what everyone did on the weekend, how the drinks were on Friday and “wish he could of made it”’s and not a peep about you and him staying late. He was confident no one knew and that left the window open to see if you would want him again. He was desperate for anything from you.

He went down to the archives twice that day, asking you for help on a couple different bits of information. He fished for any sign of nervousness or attraction and got nothing in return. He left the door open to the archives on both occasions.

On Wednesday he did not come in early, but immediately went to the archives to find Murphy there already asking for your help. “I’m hoping you can find something on him?” Murphy’s hair was a mess and you looked flustered. It wasn’t typical for you to be flustered at Murphy, but if both of you were out of sorts…

“Steve, I’m telling you, I’ve never heard that name before. I need a connection to it that I do have to see if the name pops up. Then I can create a file on them specifically.” You sounded exasperated, looking over to Pena as if to say ‘what is Murphy’s deal today?’

“What’s the name?” Peña could help without just pushing your buttons, right?

Murphy’s head whipped around, surprised to see Javier in the same room as you without poking fun at you. Murphy fed Peña the same information he said to you, you glanced down to your notes and adding a few more details as more information poured from Murphy’s brain. You tracked it, noticing the differences in what he told you versus Peña, noting in your brain where you might be able to find information.

Javier listened intently, watching you take additional notes and realizing that Murphy had been too vague originally. “You have to always give her the whole run down even if she knows who she is looking for. Being vague makes her files inaccurate Murphy.”

You looked at him with your eyes the size of dinner plates, mouth slightly open. How did he know that? “It’s okay Steve, I think I may be able to look at a few files and I can bring something up to you within the hour. I know I typically already have a grasp on what you’re talking about, I just had a rough night last night.” You smiled lightly, trying to break the tension between Peña and Murphy.

Murphy grunted, apologizing for not being as detailed and said he would go grab coffee--that maybe he was just not awake enough yet. Murphy slid past Peña, eyeing him briefly and asking if he was going to join him. “I’ll be up in a minute, have my own question.”

When the room cleared of Murphy you sighed, glancing at the door and seeing it still open. “Which file do you need, Peña?”

“I thought I was Javier now?” He smirked, leaning against one of the tables that held stacked files not yet put away. You looked directly at him, which was all he wanted for the past couple days. “Why was last night rough?”

“I went out.” You declared quickly, glancing back down at your notes and putting the pieces together in your brain of what Murphy was requesting. “Susan and Amy wanted help getting a lay and asked for me to show them how.”

He felt the heat in his body rise quickly, almost to anger. “And did you? Show them how?” He had to take a breath–it wasn’t like he asked you not to or that you were exclusive.

You thought you hid your smirk, typing into the computer quickly but he caught it and he knew he had been busted for being jealous. “What does it matter to you, Peña?”

He paused, tapping on the table and picking up a random file. “It has almost been a week and no one has batted an eye at either of us being absent from the party.” He raked his eyes to you, blue blouse with ruffled sleeves, smooth from collarbone to hip with your pencil skirt ending just above your knees. Some stylish sandals on your feet instead of sneakers you sometimes wore–it meant you drove into work instead of walking. “Do I have to wait a full week before I ask if you want to go out?”

You paused your typing, looking up at him. “We aren’t going to go out on a date, Javier.”

He felt himself melt and wince at the same time. “I figured you were the type of girl that wanted some wining and dining before doing–”

“Based on last time, do you actually think that or are you just trying to have an excuse to talk about this at work?” you scoffed, feeling your head start to hurt. The tequila flowed too easily last night, and the guy was not as good as you thought he was going to be. “Don’t come in here to talk to me about whatever it is that you want. You ask about intel, archives, and administrative things. That’s it.”

He clenched his teeth, feeling the heat of embarrassment reach his cheeks but wanted to prove you wrong. “Fine.”

On Thursday he left you alone.

On Friday he came in early and waited until you were in the archives to walk down there. Murphy was out, the office was busy answering the phones, and this was a perfect time. He walked in, seeing you on a step ladder and turned away from him. Your ass was at eye level in the work pants you were in, belt cinched around your waist and a flowing green blouse riding up so he could see your smooth back. He closed the door behind him quietly in the hopes that you didn’t hear him. “It’s Friday, hermosa.”

You jumped, almost losing your footing as you whipped your head to the direction his voice was coming from. “Peña, you can’t corner me at work. This is my job.” You were so flustered with him standing in your space. You were just trying to put files away, and the ladder wasn’t high (only a couple steps) but it wouldn’t have been a fun fall. You turned, acutely aware of his eyes on your lower half and made it so he was level with your stomach.

“It is my job to ask you questions and for your help, which means I will be in your space hermosa.” He breathed out, glancing down at your shoes and seeing your laces were coming untied. He was trying to not lose his nerve. “It has been a week and I have been dying to be alone with you.”

You closed your eyes and sighed, turning back around so his face was now level with your ass again. If he was going to be a perv then so be it. “Get your eyes off my ass and get it through your skull that we can’t do anything at work. I won’t jeopardize it-I need the money.”

He scoffed. Maybe getting you riled up was the way to get you to fuck him. “The other girls don’t seem to mind.” He was trying to get under your skin, and you weren’t going to let him know that it was working. “Your shoes are coming untied cariño.”

“What does that mean? Cariño? Hermosa?” You felt out of the loop, looking at your own shoes and grumbling, stepping down carefully from the steps.

He tilted his head, noting that your Spanish was so poor that you couldn’t even tell a pet name from a swear word. “You really are just going to ignore how I said the other girls in the office beg me to fuck them here?” He felt like he was losing a battle that didn’t really matter in the scheme of it all, but he wanted to see some sort of emotion on your face. Anything. He couldn’t stop getting you out of his mind from last week and how you laughed when you were alone with him. You had stopped getting angry with him and maybe that was a good sign, but the monotone felt worse.

“Well you didn’t say it like that the first time.” You sighed, stepping around him and being careful to not touch him. “If you need information ask it, otherwise, get out of my archives.”

“Let me drive you home later.” It was a demand, not a question. He wanted to reach out and grab your arm to get you to look at him, but instead he got in front of you and on to his knees, reaching for your shoe laces.

Your breath stuttered, holding on to the file in your hand with fluttering fingers, surprised he was here in front of you like this. “What are you doing?” His fingers reached out to your ankle, pulling your foot up on to his one raised knee and looking up at you.

“You were going to trip eventually, and I didn’t want to see your knees scraped up from that at least.” He mumbled, finishing your shoe laces and glancing up at you. Your cheeks were flushed and he felt the satisfaction settle in his stomach. “Can I drive you home later? I know you walked today.”

“How do you know that?” You felt breathless, dropping one foot as he went to pick up the other and place it firmly on his leg.

“You’re wearing sneakers instead of those sandals. And I drove by you this morning.” He smirked, seeing your eyes widen. “You were very cute walking up the hill by the corner market-”

You breathed out, rolling your eyes. “I plan on staying late and the girls wanted me to go out.”

“Again? Tell them you can’t and I’ll drive you home.” He was getting desperate. He wanted to be alone with you again. The hurt of you going out more often than not didn’t matter. He dropped your foot and stood back in front of you.

The pause was long as you looked through the file, glancing at the information and committing it to memory. You looked up, his hands on his hips staring back at you. He was biting the inside of his cheek, his only sign that he was nervous.

“Fine. But you’ll have to wait for me.” Maybe that would deter him.

“I will wait as long as you need.” He nodded, immediately leaving the archives and keeping your door open.

At five o’clock, Susan and Amy cornered you at the coffee station that was next to where Peña and Murphy still sat. You were making tea in the hopes that it wouldn’t be too hot by the time you got back downstairs. “Babe come with us! What changed from this morning?” Susan was yanking on your arm, purse already in her hand.

“I know, but I have more to finish and Tuesday night wasn’t really that fun.” You mumbled, hoping it wasn’t too loud. You didn’t need the whole office knowing your business.

Peña’s ears perked up but he left his face stoic. He was straining to listen, but he made the preemptive decision to unplug the phone at his desk 30 minutes ago so he could concentrate on what he was doing and it just happened to work for listening in to your conversation.

“What?” Amy laughed, pushing at your shoulder lightly. “You showed us all the moves and then went with what’s his name? Robert? He was so cute and clearly smitten with you!”

Peña ground his teeth. He would find this Robert.

“That’s nice and all but he wasn’t that great. And I don’t want to see him again and have him think I like him. One and done you know?” You stirred your tea bag in the water and squeezed it out, tossing it in the trash. “I’ll see you ladies on Monday. Try out the moves I showed you guys and let me know how it goes!”

Peña watched you wave them off, casually rubbing your sneakers on the back of your pants from where Susan had stepped on them. He had a single chuckle bubble out, making Murphy look up at him with a pointed expression. “Stop listening to them.”

“I just can’t believe that they ask her for moves. Her?” Peña felt like he was trying too hard to get Murphy to not see what was right in front of him.

Murphy hummed, looking back at his paperwork and stacking it up. “I’m going to drop these off to her for filing away since she is staying and then heading home. Do you want to come over tonight? Wife is making some fancy something and invited over some of her friends.”

“No, thank you I am going to finish this up and I’ll head home too. Maybe I’ll meet Susan and Amy at the bar?” Peña laughed, lighting a cigarette and taking a drag.

Peña hoped he wouldn’t have to wait too long for you.

An hour and a half later, you appeared in front of Peña’s desk. “Are you still working?” You questioned, your bag on your shoulder and your fingers playing with the buckle on the end of the strap.

He looked up at you feeling suddenly breathless. “No, just busy work. Are you ready to go?”

You nodded, giving a stiff closed-mouthed smile, and waited for him to grab his jacket and turn off his lamp. You followed him out to his Jeep, again the only car in the lot, and casually glanced at him once you were in his passenger seat. His eyes were already on you, sticking to you like glue while turning over the engine to bring the car to life. “Stop staring, Peña.”

“Can’t I be Javier now?” He smiled, pulling out of the lot and onto the main street toward his apartment. “Would you want to have takeout with me? There’s a mean Indian place down the street that is actually pretty good given that we aren’t in India.” He laughed, looking over at you again to see your eyes already on him. “Or we could have something else.” He felt himself wanting to ramble.

You smirked, making him feel butterflies in his stomach. “I like Indian if you pick the meals, Javier.”

He really didn’t know how he got here-truly.

One minute you both were watching some stupid movie while opening up the food that was just delivered, even though you couldn’t understand what was being said in the movie. He was questioning how you had not learned any of the language you were immersed in, especially since you read transcripts from all the intel. You explained how it was all translated to English by the time it was on your desk, and you typically could play the “stupid American” card when you were in the store.

The next minute you were on your knees in front of him after he made a comment about how you swore much more when you were relaxed and that your mouth would get you into trouble.

Peña’s chest rose and fell heavily, anticipation making him clench his fists around the fabric of the seat cushion. “How much trouble do you think I could get into?” You asked, smiling as you ran your hands up his legs still covered in his jeans.

He was impossibly hard. From 0 to 100, ready for you. “I think you could get into lots of trouble, especially looking like that.” The way his voice dropped never really made sense to him, but he couldn’t help it. And he saw the way your eyes lit up when you noticed the tone he took with you, and it made him want to find a way to speak to you like this around others.

“How do I look?” You asked, cheeks going red as you realized what you asked. You weren’t typically one to fish for compliments, but something in the way he spoke made you want him to keep going.

His pupils were blown out as he reached for your jaw and skimmed his thumb across your bottom lip. “Like you want to beg for my cock.”

The whine that left you couldn’t be helped. You didn’t mean to, but Peña didn’t mind. You reached forward to unbutton his pants as his hand traveled down your neck and across your collarbone, pulling at the flimsy buttons that pieced together your blouse. He could see the blush that started just above your breasts, traveling up to your face and lips, making them look plusher. He lifted his hips as you pulled down on his jeans, cock slapping against his stomach as you took him in.

“Are you going to beg for it?” He ground out in a husky tone, feeling the pearl of precum drop onto his lower stomach. He saw your eyes on him, unable to pull away from his lower half, making him move his hand up to the back of your head and tug at the hair at the nape of your neck.

You gasped, eyes raking up to his face and seeing a similar flush on him. “Please, Peña.”

He closed his eyes and squeezed his fingers, slightly digging into the back of your head. “Try again bebe, you know how to get what you want.”

You could guess what that word meant and it made your heart flutter. “Please, Javier.”

He groaned, pulling your head closer to him, watching your mouth as it opened, tongue sticking out slightly to greet the head of his cock first. The minute your lips were wrapped around him, he threw his head back and exhaled deeply. “Fuck-that’s it. Show me your moves Susan and Amy won’t shut the fuck up about muñeca. Huh?”

You lifted your hand to the base of him, giving him one short stroke and then holding firm to direct him where you wanted. Your eyes fluttered up to his face as you pulled back, bringing spit to the front of your mouth and letting it drool onto the head mixing with his precum. “I don’t know what you mean, Javier.” You smirked, leaning back down and giving one long lick from your thumb to the underside of the head wrapping your lips back around him and bobbing.

The minute you started bobbing your head on him after that little show, he knew you had every guy left in your path thinking about you constantly. The way you gripped him, the way your tongue seemed to wrap around him to aid your sucking had him flying to the moon.

He groaned, looking down at you and seeing your spit gather at the corners of your mouth, how you breathed out of your nose only when he was mostly pulled out, and how your eyes were watching his mouth. “Do you want to kiss me azúcar?” He huffed, pulling you off of him and letting you take a deep breath.

Without letting you answer he grabbed your upper arm, yanking you to him and enveloping your mouth with his. He pushed his tongue into your mouth, desperate to be closer to you.

Your hands wrapped around his shoulders, sitting on his upper thighs in a similar way that you did in his car. He detached himself from your lips, kissing down your neck and bringing his fingers to your blouse. He bit at your collarbone, unbuttoning the last few buttons and pushing the sleeves from your shoulders, revealing a green bra that matched your shirt.

“Will you let me have you again cariño?” He breathed, looking up at you as he pulled down the cups of your bra, squeezing your chest and rubbing his thumb over your nipples. “What do you need?”

You felt like you could cry by how good he was making you feel. It had been a long week of avoiding Peña to not get too worked up. You tried to find someone else-anyone else-but it just wasn’t the same. The thrill, the encouragement-

“Where did you go, baby?” He looked up at you, concern apparent on his face as he slowed his touches, pulling away from your chest. You yanked his hands back to you, leaning in to kiss him quickly.

“Just fuck me, Peña.” You whispered, standing up to undo your own belt as he tried to compose himself. He took off his own shirt, watching as you dropped your pants and stood straight again. He stood as well, wrapping his hands around your hips to reach your ass and squeeze.

“Bend over the couch.” He said lowly, twisting you around and maneuvering you to the arm of the couch, hips resting firmly on the end and your hands outstretched. He groaned, slapping your left cheek lighting and then kneeling down like he did earlier to tie your shoe, but now to taste you. “Just give me a taste hermosa, you look too good to not have a little.”

You moaned into the couch cushion, his nose at your entrance and his tongue snaking out to lick at your clit before wrapping his lips around it and sucking lightly. His hand was wrapped around his own cock, pumping it quickly as he lost himself in the taste of you.

He stood soon after, continuing to pump himself as he lined himself up and pushed to the hilt, both of you groaning in unison. “Fuck–I can’t get enough of you.”

The snap of his hips made your hips push into the arm of the couch in an almost painful way, the sound of his skin slapping against yours absolutely obscene. “Oh-ahh-Javi fuck yes.”

You used his name again and again, and it made his eyes roll in the back of his head. Did you not understand what you did to him? He reached forward and grabbed your hair, pulling lighting to direct you to stand up. “Do I feel good inside you baby? Huh? Tell me no one fucks you like I do.”

You resisted, hands reaching forward to the arm of the couch but he pulled back harder making you squeal out. He continued to push into you, his other hand reaching around and squeezing at your chest. “Yes, y-you do. Fuck-you make me feel so good.”

“Is anyone else able to make you feel like this?” He persisted, moving his hand down to your core and finding your clit easily, and making lazy circles with his middle finger. “I can’t fuck anyone else but you now, don’t you understand?”

You nodded slowly, sweat building on the back of your neck as your core began to shake. “Only you make me feel like this Javi.”

He smiled, pushing into you quicker and letting go of your hair, moving his arm around to your neck and holding you up from there. “That’s right baby, only me huh? Fuck-I can feel you squeezing me. I want you to cum. Can you do that?” He continued to circle your clit, not changing the pace or pressure.

You nodded frantically, holding on to his forearms as he wouldn’t let you lean forward moaning as your release began. “I’m-fuck–I can’t stop.”

“Don’t want you to stop hermosa, cum all over me. Make a fucking mess.” He was straining to hold out, wanting to hear you before he lost himself too.

You started your release, bigger than the last time you were with him and he immediately started to release too. Groaning together in unison as you saw white, breath leaving you quickly as he continued to push into you until he stuttered and held your hips to his.

A few moments passed with him leaning his forehead on your back until he was sure you were ready and he pulled out of you slowly. He silently went to the bathroom, found a towel, and brought it out to you.

“Thanks.” You laughed awkwardly, cleaning yourself up before finding your underwear and pulling them up your legs. You looked at him, still naked and going soft as he scratched the back of his head.

“I uh–I want to let you know that if you want to I would be okay doing this more often.” He stumbled out, glancing at your and your perfect recline on his sofa in only underwear, breasts out and legs shaking.

You laughed lightly, looking at him again. “Yeah, I think I would be okay with that Peña.”

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stickymolasses · 11 months ago

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Hello! Can you write a nurse reader x harry osborn? :)

MAKE YOU BETTER

an: hello! i love reading ur harry fics so much, thank you for this prompt! i hope u like it <3 ps: reader does not know peter is spiderman, they just think peter got injured somehow and the symbiote transferred over to him. spiderman having a black suit, in their eyes, is just a coincidence. just imagine reader being totally oblivious, lol.

summary: You're Harry's nurse and you can't help him feel better physically anymore, so you resort to playing therapist. (fluff/a little angst if you squint) pairing: harry osborn x reader warnings: sick & irritable harry

You knock twice as gently as possible, trying not to disturb Harry too much. He mumbles something that resembles “come in,” so you allow yourself to slowly open the door. You close it upon entering and lean against it.

“How are you feeling today, Harry?” you ask, wishful thinking taking over, though you think you probably know the answer.

Harry shuffles a little in his bed and leans his head back. He swallows hard, and his Adam's apple bobs in his throat. His form has gotten frail over the past couple of days.

He breathes in deeply and his words come out in a whisper, “Never been better.” He smiles sarcastically and breathes out his nose, a laugh that does not require him to flex his stomach.

You can see his pain. You can feel it too. You don’t want to pry, but as his nurse, you have a job. You are supposed to make him feel better, get healthier. He can’t get any better, physically, that is. Your real task now is to change his mindset.

“What’s been bothering you lately? Any serious pain I should know about?” You cross your arms, still leaning on the door.

Harry is sitting up now, giving you a better view of the dark purple bags under his eyes. You wince and look down, avoiding his gaze. “The usual. My pain lately has been in my head. I’ve been mulling things over, got lots to think about.”

He looks down at his lap, twiddling his thumbs. His boredom has reached a new peak, having filled out four science-themed crossword books.

You nod at him as if to say “Go on.”

He furrows his brows in thought, still looking down at his hands.

“It’s Peter.” He looks up at you swiftly. “He’s… changed.”

You move towards his bed and take a seat nearer to him, to make him more comfortable. Your words come out slowly and very quietly, “Changed, how?”

He sighs, “It’s complicated. After his little… accident, having the symbiote- um, the suit- affects him in a way that it hadn’t done to me. He’s angry.”

You know he’s telling the truth. You’ve seen it. When Peter blew up on Harry and told him he should “pop some more pills.” From knowing Peter for a few months now, you would never have expected him to act that way towards anyone, let alone his best friend.

“Has he ever been angry like that before, with you?” You inquire, still pushing.

“Never. I was usually the one with the temper.”

“If you’ll allow me to play devil's advocate, I think you might need to give Peter the benefit of the doubt because-”

Harry gripped his comforter until his knuckles turned white.

“He wants me to die.” The words came out like a curse, laced with venom. His face falls into his palm, and he rubs his temples.

Once he finds himself calm, he opens his mouth again to speak, but no words come out. He looks at your face, eager to listen. Something about the way you look at him helps him find the words.

“I’m sorry. You’re right, he’s fighting his own battles. We all are.” He looks up at you, awaiting a response. You fall silent.

Your gaze is morphing under his. You feel like you’re melting rapidly under a heat lamp, but you’re just looking at each other. This moment feels more meaningful than the actual verbal conversation you were having just moments before. You’re beginning to feel different about him, and the feeling is dangerous, fatal even.

“Stop looking at me like that. Like I’m some sick child.” Harry turns his head away from you, like an actual child. A child who doesn’t want to listen to his guardian.

You scramble, “Like what? I wasn’t looking at you like anything; I was just-”

“You were pitying me; I can see it with my own two eyes.” The moment was fleeting, but you could see him changing his mind mid-sentence. Something about you kept him sane.

You breathe loudly, and he can hear the gears turning in your head. You were calculating a response so as not to irritate him further.

“I wasn't pitying you. I was just… I was thinking about how you were before. You were so full of life, seeing you like this makes me wonder what you would be doing if you weren’t in this position.” You reach for his hand and clasp it gently. His hand is cold, in contrast to your warm ones. Your thumb moves in circles over his knuckles.

“Can you help me stand up, please?” He flashes doe eyes at you, waiting for an answer. You grip his hand tighter and help him rise from the bed. When he is fully standing, he pulls you into a hug so swiftly that you wobble a bit.

He buries his head into your neck and mumbles something incoherent, and you don’t bother to ask him to repeat himself. You hold each other for just a second too long.

“Sorry, I just wanted to look out the window.” He hobbles over to the giant window and stops in front of it, placing a hand on the frame and leaning on it.

“New York City used to be so beautiful, don’t you think?” He continues to stare longingly at the world outside his room.

“I think it’s still gorgeous.” You stand next to him, placing a hand on his bicep to make sure he doesn’t lose his balance.

“Of course you would. Any world with you in it should be grateful to have you.” He turns towards you and removes your hand from his arm, placing a hand on your waist. He looks down at you with an unreadable gaze.

You look up at him and cup his face in your hands, smoothing your thumb over his cheek. His brown eyes sparkle with an ambition that you haven’t seen in all of your days of knowing him. He looks down at your lips and you notice. He leans in, and you follow suit, connecting your lips in harmony.

“You are the most beautiful thing in all of New York City, Harry.”

an: hello! i hope this was what you were looking for, i got a little carried away. this was a lot of fun! thank you for the ask again!

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paintedscales · 2 months ago

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FFXIV Write 2024 :: Day One

Prompt: Steer Characters: Nomin tal Kheeriin, Arik Dotharl (Noykin) Word Count: 678

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“It all comes pretty naturally, huh?” Nomin commented as she watched Arik bring Wild Sun to a trot around the corral. They had been with the Noykin for a fortnight; Arik to learn more about his former self as well as to properly get a feel for riding and taking care of horses, and Nomin simply to support and catch up with him after the years they had been apart. It had been a refreshing reprieve for her so soon after her time with the Jhungid.

“It…really feels like it,” Arik replied, a smile upon his lips as he rode past Nomin. He glanced at her, the elation evident in his eyes. He had every reason to feel triumphant and proud of himself. The Noykin claimed Wild Sun was a challenge for all in their tribe, but Arik had come in and managed to not only prove he could match the horse's spirit, but gentle it as well.

Horse stood just a couple yalms away, grazing outside the corral. He had stuck close to Nomin, clearly bonded to her. Hopping off the bottom rung of the corral, Nomin went over to Horse and patted his neck before tracing her hand along his side. As usual, she patted him twice upon his shoulder before applying a bit of pressure -- a routine to when she wanted to sit astride him. He had no saddle any longer -- Nomin got rid of it to remove the colors of Jhungid from her and Horse. Despite this, though, Horse stopped grazing and leaned down, allowing Nomin to hoist herself and straddle his back.

“Good job,” Nomin softly praised, leaning forward and brushing her fingers along Horse’s neck once more. She then gently tapped a heel into his side while bringing a hand to rest on his neck similar to his reins to steer him toward the corral.

Arik pulled back on his reins, bringing Wild Sun to a halt when he saw Nomin approaching. Glancing to her steed and then back to her, he asked: “Did you want to ride together for a bit? I think Wild Sun will like the open Steppe over this small corral.”

“I’ve no saddle -- not that I distrust Horse nor my own riding capabilities,” Nomin considered. “But if we keep them at a walk, I think I’d like that.”

“We can do that.” Arik then clicked his tongue and brought his reins over, guiding Wild Sun toward the gate of the pen. Dismounting momentarily, Arik opened it and brought Wild Sun. Wild Sun’s ears flicked forward, his head bobbing with anticipation -- it was clear he was in a mood to run as he counted, his hoof digging into the ground every now and then. Once Arik got back up into the saddle, Wild Sun pranced a bit in his step, causing Arik to give a slight gasp of surprise before reaffirming himself.

Giggling, Nomin brought a hand down into Horse’s mane, her fingers tangling with his locks before she gently clicked her own tongue and guided him toward the other two.

Once Wild Sun was calmed, Arik looked over toward Nomin, watching as she rode Horse. A small scoff of amusement fell from his lips. “How do you make even bareback riding look so easy?”

“Huh?” Nomin considered the question, bringing her free hand to her chin. She then looked down at Horse. “I don’t…I mean, he was feisty and didn’t listen to me well when we first met…but he was younger then. But since he’s been the only horse I’ve been assigned…I guess we built up that trust over the last three summers.”

“Three summers…” Arik considered. He then smiled. “He seems like a good friend to you. I hope that Wild Sun will see me that way in time.”

“I think he already seems to respect you at least.” Nomin noted the surprise and murmurs of the Noykin when Arik returned with Wild Sun in tow. “I don’t think he would be letting you have such an easy time with him otherwise.”

“You think so?”

“Mhm!”

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kirausamaria · 1 year ago

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Stolitz’ Fanfic: Boyfriend’s Therapy Session.

This is the first fanfic I have even added a fanart to, but I wanted to do something special for reaching 1000 plus followers on Twitter. Thank you so much for your love and support even when I don’t share too much art or fanfics (life’s fault), and I hope I can make you smile a little with this fanfic.

Stolas was expectantly looking at the main entrance of the palace, waiting for his dear Blitzy to arrive. Since they started dating they made a compromise of meeting at least twice a week, and until now Blitzo had kept his promise and arrived at his palace, or Stolas would visit at his place when his work finished a little later than usual. Everything was going smoothly for both of them.

‘Only 10 minutes left’, Stolas said to himself, happily looking at the clock.

10 minutes later, Blitzo opened up the door and entered with lazy legs. As Stolas stood up to receive him with a huge squeezy hug, he stopped when noticing something wasn’t alright.

Blitzo had a very tired face. You could even say he looked gloomy. Who are we kidding, the whole background behind him had a dark gray color.

‘Erm, Blitzy, are you alright?’

‘Of course, better than ever! Why would you even ask that?’Blitzo grumbled just clear enough and tugged himself to the living room’s sofa in order to sink his full face on it.

Stolas walked to the sofa as well and sat on the corner, silently staring at the depressed imp for a couple of seconds before opening his mouth:

‘Blitzo, are you sure you’re ok?

‘I mean, I woke up today so I guess my day was good enough’, Blitzo replied with a muffled voice because of the cushions.

‘Would you like to talk to me about it?’

‘Ugh…’

Blitzo lifted his face to see a cute Stolas smiling while gently patting his own lap. How could Blitzo refuse his invitation? He crawled a little forward in order to rest his head on it. He needed some soft head strokes from his fluffy boyfriend in order to gain some strength to talk.

‘Well, actually I had a little argument with Loona this morning at the office’, Blitzo started explaining while looking at the floor. ‘I told her she should be more careful when going out with shady guys with ill intentions because they could hurt her. She just yelled at me telling me she was strong enough to handle things by herself and to back off. I begged her not to be with boys who could be a bad influence and she answered back telling me I was a bad influence myself and she just walked away.’

Stolas didn’t say a thing, he just kept listening at his boyfriend, waiting until he finished letting everything out.

‘I mean, she is not wrong, I did a bunch of things I’m not proud of, and hurted people I cared about…it’s just *sniffles*...I’m trying to do better, I really am, but not sure if it’ll ever be enough for Loona to listen to me, to love me’.

Blitzo just stopped talking and hid his face on Stolas’ robe. Stolas could feel some small and warm teardrops falling on it, and even when he tried to look calm while listening to Blitzo, he could only imagine how he felt as father to be dismissed for things he had done in the past.

‘Oh, my dear Blitzy’, Stolas finally replied while caressing Blitzo’s head, ‘I know sometimes because of fights like that you may feel that your daughter doesn’t appreciates you, but during the times I’ve spent together with you all I was able to see it, little moments that showed me how much she cares and understands you really love her.

‘Really?, Blitzo asked with a soft whine. ‘Like what moments?’

‘Remember when you got sick and stayed home while I tried to help with the office’s paperwork? I was actually making such a mess *giggles*, not on purpose of course. Loona got angry at me and explained to me how to do things properly so you wouldn’t have to do extra work after you came back. Then after the job was done and I was about to leave and go to your apartment…do you remember that topper full of soup I got for you to eat?’

‘Huh, yeah, you made it for me, right?’

Stolas started scratching the back of his neck.

‘Well, actually Loona made it’.

‘Sorry, what?’

‘Yeah, Loona prepared it at the office’s cafeteria. She brought a bunch of veggies and cooked it as well as she could. She was too shy to ask Moxxie for help, I guess’. Stolas said with a wide smile staring at Blitzo who had finally lifted his head from his lap.

‘Loona…did she really do that for me?’

‘Of course! He was worried for his dad!’, Stolas replied. ‘She made me swear I’d say I made it, but I’m only responsible for bringing you the medication and the horsie plushie’.

‘Loona…my sweet baby…she actually loves me…’ Blitzo started sniffling again while standing up and hugging tight to Stolas’ chest trying to hide his tears.

‘Blitzy, sometimes children say things that are hurtful because of the heat of the moment’, Stolas continued while reciprocating Blitzo’s hug. ‘I’ve been there with Via as well, it’s something that happens. But do not be wrong, everytime you show them worry and caring to them they feel it, they know your love is genuine. I know you have had a rough life path Blitzy, but each one of us can see how hard you’re trying to make things change for the better. You trying so hard to move forward and improve yourself for all of us around you is one of the reasons I fell in love with you’.

Blitzo sobbed quietly for a couple of minutes before he was calm enough to look at Stolas, who patiently waited until he was ready.

‘Ugh, my bad, I hate to be seen like this, it’s so embarrassing’.

‘Aww, you don’t have to be embarrassed for showing me your crying face at all, Blitzy’, Stolas said with a sweet smile. ‘Your softness is another reason why I love you so much.’

‘I knew you were a f**king sadist’, Blitzo replied with a low voice. His face was blushing a little.

‘Do you feel a little better darling?’

‘Yeah, I guess so. Erm, thank you Stols’, Blitzo said with a shy smile.

‘Always my pleasure my sweet little imp’.

‘Stop calling me those names God damnit!’ Blitzo started giving little punches with his closed fists to Stolas, with a face redder than before.

‘Ahahaha, I’m sorry! You’re so cute I just want to give you all the pet names in the world!’, Stolas said while covering himself laughing.

‘Mmph!’ Blitzo pouted and saw the opposite way. Stolas knew he wasn’t actually angry. Actually he looked much calmer than before their talk. But Stolas was planning to improve his dear boyfriend’s humor a little more. Giving Blitzo a happy look he said:

‘You know what darling? I feel you’re still feeling a little down. Why don’t we work a little on it? You look like you need to relax a little more’, Stolas said, getting closer to Blitzo in a very suspicious way.

‘Stolas, I think I’m good enough to move forward with it so…’. Blitzo suddenly paused and recognized the naughty look Stolas always gave him when ‘that’ was about to happen. ‘Oh no, Stolas, don’t you even think about it…no, I refuse and…Woah!’.

Blitzo didn’t move quickly enough to Stolas grabbing him and cradding him like he was a big cat. He then gave him a little nuzzle and giving happy leaps he reached the bedroom. Then he laid on the bed still holding Blitzo with one arm, long enough to hold on his legs so he couldn’t go away.

‘Stolas, I, I swear to f**ing Satan that if you don’t let me go I…’. Blitzo was stuttering and trying not to show his excitement for what was about to come.

‘Oh, my little Blitzy, no need to be shy. Just enjoy your therapy session of the day, you really need it, don’t you think so?’ Stolas mischievously said.

‘I f**ing don’t, ok? J-ust don’t do it, I…Mmmph!’ Stolas started giving him peppering kisses and smooches all over his face, focusing more on his cheeks because he knew it made Blitzo giggle almost instantaneously. Blitzo tried to make an upset face as long as he could, but it was a lost cause.

‘S-Stolas, no, I’m warning y-you, cuhut it out…no…stop…pfff! Hehehe, nohoho…’

‘Oh, you’re laughing! That’s wonderful, it seems like you’re enjoying my kisses my dear Blitzy!

‘Nohoho, I’m nohohot!’, Blitzo protested between giggles. Not very convincing.

‘Oh, maybe you need a little more affection!’ Stolas then started walking his fingers slowly on Blitzo’s stomach, trying to get a wobbly nervous smile from him, which wasn’t too hard to do. Blitzo was very susceptible to Stolas’ playful teasing.

‘Please, don’t dohoho it…, I will…pfff! Ehehehehe!’.

Stolas wiggled a single finger over Blitzo’s stomach, giving light tickles only. Usually Stolas would tickle Blitzo with all his might to the point of Blitzo falling asleep right away after his play, but on this occasion Stolas just wanted to pamper him and make him feel happy.

‘Ehehehe, Stohohoolas! Nohohot there, hehehe!’, Blitzo said between giggles and squirms. ‘Not my stomach, hehehe!’

‘But your stomach is so soft , cute and ticklish, I can’t stop tickling it!’, Stolas replied, not using all his hand’s fingers to keep the soft tickles going, making Blitzo laugh and squirm harder.

‘Ahahahaha! Stahahahahap!’

‘I got your belly button!’, Stolas cooed while wiggling one finger inside Blitzo’s belly button, after going under his shirt. It didn’t tickle as much as the rest of his stomach but Blitzo still laughed.

‘You f***heheher, juhuhust wait until I’m freheheheee!’, Blitzo yelled before falling into more laughter. Stolas just laughed at seeing his boyfriend trying to sound menacing with no avail.

‘Aww Blitzy! You trying to sound menacing under these circumstances is totally adorable! Please do it again!’, Stolas cooed again, while tickling Blitzo’s neck with his fingers this time, making him squirm from one side to another, trying to cover the side of his neck Stolas attacked alternatively .

‘Ahahaha, I hate you sohohoho much!’, Blitzo said without meaning it so much.

‘Oh, is that so? Maybe you don’t feel relaxed enough yet. What if we focus on your favorite spot now?’.

Blitzo knew what spot he meant, but tried to act like he didn’t. ‘Whahahat the f*ck you’re talking about, hahaha!’.

‘Oh, yes you do, my dear Blitzy!’. Stolas began playfully walking his fingers from Blitzo’s stomach to his ribs, poking in some places just to keep his excitement going, Blitzo couldn’t stop giving nervous giggles while Stolas’ fingers were close to reach that feared spot.

When Stolas’ hand reached the upper rib right under his underarm and tickled there, Blitzo jolted and let out a loud squeal while laughing and squirming like crazy.

‘There it is! There’s that happy spot! Stolas cooed while holding his own laughter. Blitzo’s laughter was Stolas’ serotonin without a doubt. Blitzo weakly tried to protect his side and squirmed on Stolas’ arm, and then let out a squeak when Stolas suddenly changed to tickle his other side.

Blitzo didn’t give any smart ass comeback as he usually did. He’d rather die than admitting that he really loved being tickled there, but the fact that he kept quiet while laughing his a** off meant he was trying to enjoy every single second of his tickle therapy.

When Stolas vibrated both of his hands while still holding Blitzo on both sides of his ribs, he let out such a loud and happy squeal that his embarrassment grew about 150%.

‘Aww, that was such a cute sound! Please do it again for me!’ Stolas cooed while still teasing his dear mate’s ribs.

‘Youhhhhuuu…ahahaha *hic*! F*ck, hahaha *hic* stahahahap!’

‘Alright, alright, I’ll change places now’, Stolas said, holding Blitzo now over his chest. Then he started quickly poking his back, making him jumpy and squirmy all over again, especially when Stolas poked a very ticklish spot.

Blitzo could only squirm and laugh, his face hidden on Stolas’ fluffy chest, trying not to show him his face, now red as a tomato. That changed when Stolas dug his fingers on his lower back. Blitzo instinctively arched his back, showing his face and cackling.

‘Ahahaha! Stolahahahas! Nohohot therehehehe!’

‘Why not? You love when I scratch the base of your tail’.

‘But not like thihihhis! Stahahahap!’

‘Alright, I just give you a little more treatment and I’m done’, Stolas said with the sweetest voice he could ever do, making Blitzo afraid about what would be coming next.

Stolas suddenly lifted Blitzo from his low back and let Blitzo’s waist and head hanging from the bed, making his blouse go down to his chest. Because of the force of gravity it was very hard for Blitzo to lift his arms and protect himself from what Stolas was planning.

Stolas walked his fingers over Blitzo’s stomach at a very slow pace, making him both afraid and excited, making it hard not to start giggling in front of Stolas. First making circles around Blitzo’s belly button, then proceeded to skitter his talons all over Blitzo’s stomach and ribs, making him laugh at an instant.

‘Tktktktktkt!’

‘Nahahahah! Stolahahahahs! You’re the worhohohorst ahahaha!’

‘Oh, really? I thought I was the sweetest boyfriend ever, giving my dear imp boyfriend so much attention!’, Stolas said feigning ignorance. Then he started softly scratching each rib and then giving him soft pinches on them, making Blitzo all giggly and squirmy.

‘You’re so cute, my dear Blitzy! How was I able to get the most handsome, yet the most ticklish imp in the whole hell?’.

Blitzo just stopped fighting all at once, now too lazy to lift his arms and fight against Stolas. His tickles were too light to even care, and at this point Blitzo was having a lot of fun feeling Stolas’ caring touch. Blitzo had given up a long time ago about falling in love, even more getting love from someone, but Stolas was giving him just that right now. Every touch, every caress he received from the owl prince, made him both shudder and melt.

After almost 10 minutes of being upside down laughing and hipcupping, Stolas lifted Blitzo and gave him a tight hug, giving him a moment to compose himself. Blitzo finally gave a long sight and stared at his boyfriend.

‘God damnit Stolas! You and your silly games!’

‘Did I go a little too far, perhaps?’, Stolas replied, tilting his head and looking too cute for Blitzo to even fake he was angry at him. He just looked away, blushing.

‘As always’, he said. Next time it will be your turn to get a therapy session, and it will be a full 1 hour session!’

‘Oh, really? Do I need an appointment for that?’, Solas replied, a little too enthusiastic about that scenario’.

‘Ugh, I forgot you enjoy anything I do to you’.

‘Wait, you don’t enjoy everything I do to you?’stolas said, faking being offended.

‘Anyways, I’m tired and I just wanna go to bed now. Can we just take a bath and rest?’

‘Of course! Let me take you to the royal bath, your Highness!’, Stolas playfully said while carrying Blitzo to the bathroom as if they were dancing in a ball. Blitzo couldn’t do anything but stare at his charming Prince’s eyes while dancing, hypnotizing him.

‘Mom, look at the new trick I learnt today!’ A little Blitzo yelled while approaching his mom with a giant circus ball. His mom just stopped what she was doing and sat looking honestly eager to see what his son had prepared for her. His little twin sister also quickly joined the audience.

Holding a little baton on his right hand, Blitzo began spinning it and then jumped on the ball, doing circles across the room while still spinning the baton. Then he jumped backwards letting the baton go, kept standing on the now still ball and holding it with his tail.

When the act was done, both his mom and sister clapped, smiling a lot.

‘Oh, my Blitzo! You’re so talented! Everyone will love your act!’

‘Do you really think so mom?’, Blitzo said with shinny hopeful eyes, receiving a hug from his mom. ‘Do you think people will love me’.

His mom kindly smiled.

‘Of course Blitzo. Someday people will love you as much as I do’. His mom held him tightly and gave him a lot of smooches, making him giggle.

Blitzo opened his eyes to find himself in the arms of Stolas, who was already asleep. Blitzo could feel his warm breath on the nape of his neck, and his soft chest feathers warming his back. Beginning to doze off again Blitzo took Stolas’ arm and held it against his chest, letting himself be hugged by him.

Before falling asleep, Blitzo mumbled to himself while smiling:

‘Mom, I’ve finally found someone who loves me’.

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thevioletcaptain · 5 months ago

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“You wanna run that by me one more time?”

On the other end of the line, Patience lets out a long-suffering sigh — as though Dean’s the one making unexpected phone calls at quarter past three in the morning — and says it again. The words don’t make any more sense than they did the first time.

“In fourteen hours and — now seventeen minutes — a pig in Lotus, Illinois is going to die, and unless you save her life, she’s taking everyone in a 50 mile radius with her. And yeah, before you ask me to say it a third time, I am acutely aware of how stupid this sounds.”

“And when you say pig, are we talkin’ Babe, or—?“

“My visions aren’t symbolic, Dean. It’s an actual pig. Her name is Princess.”

“Right. Just… wanted to be sure before we started trailing all the cops in uh, where’d you say? Lotus?”

“Yeah, you wouldn’t find one there anyway. Internet says it’s an unincorporated community — looks like there’s maybe three farms there, total.”

“Looks like?”

“Satellite images,” she says.

“Right. Hey, hold on a sec.”

“‘Kay.”

Rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palm, Dean pushes the rest of the way out of bed and throws on the same jeans he took off two hours ago. Switches out the ratty t-shirt he’d been almost-sleeping in for a fresh one, and yanks on his boots.

For once, he’d been planning on sleeping a solid seven hours. He was going to make maple bacon with blueberry waffles in the morning. Jack was going to help him mix the batter.

Depending on how things shake out with Patience’s vision, he might never be able to enjoy bacon again. Or for a few months, at least.

Fully dressed and heading out into the hall, he puts his phone back to his ear.

“I’m back,” he says, making his way toward the kitchen. He thumps twice on Sam’s door as he passes it, barking out a gruff hunt in response to Sam’s bleary huh? “Please tell me you’ve got some idea of how exactly Peppa’s gettin’ popped so we can try to do something about it.”

“I have no clue.”

“And you didn’t see anything else? Any details at all. A barn, a farmer, anything? Because this is…”

“Impossible. I know. But that’s all I’ve got. The pig just keels over, then bursts in a blinding flash of light, and ten seconds later Illinois has a brand new crater the size of New Jersey.”

“Okay, well — that’s something.”

“What?”

“The light. What color is it?”

“White, mostly,” Patience says, then hums a little to herself. “But… huh, actually, there is a bit of purple. Right in the center. Right before it goes supernova.”

“Purple light usually means witchcraft,” Dean says, approaching the kitchen. He can see the light on; can hear the telltale sound of Cas stirring sugar into coffee. “Maybe the pig is the final ingredient in some kind of magic bomb?”

“Could be,” Patience agrees. “But hey, listen, I gotta try and get a couple more hours sleep — huge test in the morning. But if anything else comes to me I’ll call you, okay?”

“Yeah, sounds good. And uh— thanks. And good luck.”

“You too.”

The line goes dead just as Dean steps into the kitchen, and Cas looks up at him from the table, where he’s reading an article in one of the Men of Letters’ old issues of The Farmer’s Almanac. He frowns at the sight of the phone in Dean’s hand. Frowns harder still when Dean heads directly for the coffee machine with nothing but a brief brush of a hand over his shoulder.

“Is something wrong?”

“It’s a day ending in Y,” Dean says with a sigh, pouring a cup from the thankfully still-hot jug. “You up for a road trip?”

“Of course. Where are we going?”

"Illinois," Dean tells him, leaning back against the counter as Sam arrives, his hair sticking so far out to one side that Dean suspects it’s generating its own electric charge.

He eyes it over his mug and has the grim thought that all that static electricity might be the thing to light Miss Piggy's fuse. Oblivious to Dean's train of thought, Sam lets out an explosive yawn. Dean bites back the kind of mildly-hysterical laugh that can only come when sleep-deprived and preparing to drive toward impending danger.

"What's in Illinois?" Cas prompts him, and Sam yawns again as he waves a hand for Dean to explain, and Dean takes a long sip of his coffee as he searches for a better way to put it than Patience had managed on her first try.

He's not sure that he succeeds where clarity of substance is concerned, but as far as style goes? He thinks he's nailed it.

“Short version? Royal rescue mission, but the Princess is a pig."

Cas squints at him.

“I think,” he says, looking over at Sam, who is blinking slowly as he tries to parse Dean’s words, “We’re going to need the long version.”

[written for this prompt game] [find me on ao3 as imogenbynight 💚]

#supernatural fic #prompt fic #cass writes fic #imogenbynight #apocryphiend #replies #thanks for the prompt!!!#i hope you enjoyed it :D #the deancas in this is really only vaguely implied #and i have no idea where this fits within the canon timeline so let's just handwave it #hopefully i got patience's voice right i've only written very small moments with her before #i love how i said i would just write a short scene for each of these and then proceeded to write over 800 words for the first one #also sorry for the delay i got impatient when nothing came through in the first half hour and started playing a game instead #and then when i came back there were... several prompts waiting #i promise i'll get to them all!

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aylacavebear · 9 months ago

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She Thought She was Normal

This one's gonna hurt guys. I cried writing it.

Story Summary: Maria really thought she was normal, for most of her life. It was normal for people to have natural talent, she would tell herself the older she got. Many things came easy for her, and that was probably how their rivalry began when she was five and he was seven and she met the Winchesters. Little did either of them know that it wouldn't stay like that forever, both having a far larger destiny than they could imagine

Word Count: 4955

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will eventually be 18+!

Warnings: Death, Nightmares, Running Away, Angst (lots)

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Over the next two and a half years they only made it back to Bobby’s twice, and it was only for one night both times. William had let her go on hunts alone once she turned seventeen, as it had taken that long for her hormones to even out and she was less impulsive. She thought of Sammy often, as they hadn’t run back into each other since that Thanksgiving.

The bracelet she’d given him had done exactly what she had told him it would, although she didn’t know that. Maria had become quite the hunter, which had made her father proud, but when a lead came up regarding the yellow-eyed demon, he had to take her back to Bobby’s. He couldn’t risk her safety.

“Will you be teaming up with John again?” she asked about a mile from Bobby’s.

“Not this time. He’s too far away. I shouldn’t be gone long though,” he replied.

Maria had an uneasy feeling about it all, “Please, let me come with you,” she practically pleaded.

“I said no. End of discussion,” he told her sternly.

She crossed her arms and stared out the windshield, pissed, but didn’t make another sound. When he pulled into the driveway she got out and grabbed her bag, slamming the door before she went in the house, right past her Uncle who was standing in the doorway. He had to quickly move or she might have run right into him.

“I’ll be back in a couple days Bobby,” William told him from the driver’s seat of the truck.

“Be careful Will,” Bobby said to him.

“Always am,” he smiled before he drove off.

Bobby heard Maria’s bedroom door slam, which made him sigh before he went and knocked on it, “What?” she practically growled from the other side.

“Can I come in or are we gonna talk through the-,” he didn’t get a chance to finish before the door swung open and she was standing in front of him.

“What?” she asked again, still angry but not nearly as bad as before.

He sighed, seeing her like this, “What’s wrong?” he asked her softly.

Her anger wasn’t gone, but she felt bad that her Uncle, who had always been nothing but nice to her, had been on the receiving end of it, “I’m sorry for yelling,” she told him, softer than before, “It’s my Dad. He won’t take me with him and he won’t wait for John, and I’ve got a bad feeling about this but he won’t listen,” she blurted out.

Bobby thought for a moment, “He’s a good hunter and he’ll check in because you’re here,” there wasn’t much he could say that would ease her mind and he knew it, but he had tried.

“I still don’t feel better,” she grumbled, crossing her arms.

He chuckled a little, “I’m not good at this, but I’m here for you.”

She sighed and looked down at the floor, “I know Uncle Bobby and I appreciate that you’re here and I’m not alone in some motel room.”

“Want some ice cream? I got your favorite,” he asked her with a small smile.

“And chocolate syrup?” she asked, glancing up at him.

“Yup. It’s in the cabinet, not even opened yet,” he replied.

“Definitly then,” she smiled, even if it was a small one.

Maria had ice cream as she sat on the living room couch while her Uncle sat behind his desk drinking whiskey. She noticed that he had gotten more books and wondered what ones she’d end up reading during her stay this time. She was finally old enough that her father had stopped restricting what she read, which had stopped when she turned sixteen. Bobby was worried about her, and Will. This was the first time William had gone alone after the yellow-eyed demon.

William checked in with them when he reached the motel in the town he had been headed to, which wasn’t as reassuring to Maria as he had hoped it would be. After the quick phone call, she walked over to her uncle's books and he watched her with a raised eyebrow.

“Lookin' for something specific?” he asked her.

“No,” she said plainly, “Just wanted to see what you had, that’s all.”

He wasn’t sure if he believed her, remembering the book he’d found the last time she stayed with him, which was in a warded box in the safe. She grabbed one on demons and sat back down on the couch, curling up with her feet tucked neatly next to her on the cushion. The two of them sat in silence for the next hour before she got up to head to bed.

“Night Uncle Bobby,” she said as she stood up and stretched.

“See ya in the mornin', kid,” he replied.

Maria headed to her room and this time, she looked around it, remembering her stay there when she was fourteen, “God, I was such a kid,” she mumbled, looking at the posters.

Not in the mood to take them down she just changed into some pajamas and then went to bed for the night, not prepared for the dreams that came once she drifted off to sleep.

At first, it was the symbol on the cover of the book she’d read the last time she was there. Then, there was a box and a glow coming from inside it, then a safe. The dream changed and she saw a man standing outside the window of a house. He was watching whoever was inside. She couldn’t make out exactly what the house looked like or even what the man looked like, as she could only see the back of him. Again the dream changed and it was nighttime outside of an old abandoned warehouse of some sort. She’d never seen the place before in her waking world but somehow knew it was a real location. Voices were coming from inside but she couldn’t make them out. She could only tell that they were male. Before she could get close to the door, a pair of yellow eyes glowed in her mind and she woke up screaming.

Bobby had been sound asleep but when he heard her scream, he ran to her room and flung her door open, gun in hand. He quickly put it away seeing that she had apparently had a nightmare, “You okay kid?” he asked, slightly out of breath.

She was holding her chest, eyes wide open, and fear flowed through her veins as her heart pounded in her chest. At first, she didn’t even register that her Uncle was standing in her doorway, or that he had spoken until he was sitting on her bed next to her.

“You okay?” he asked her again, softly.

She took a deep breath before she looked over at him, having calmed down slightly, “Just… a nightmare, that’s all,” she replied, slightly quietly, unable to shake those yellow eyes from her vision.

“You wanna talk about it?” he asked, although he didn’t want to push either.

Maria shook her head a little, wanting to piece it together on her own, “No, I think I’m just worrying too much about Dad.”

Bobby sighed, “Well, I’m here, if you want to. He’ll call us tomorrow,” he told her before returning to bed.

She waited till he left and checked under her mattress, near the foot of her bed where she had stashed the book the last time she was there but it was gone. She knew Bobby had to have found it at some point and wondered if that had been the reason they hadn’t been back to her Uncle’s place except those couple of times, and only for the one night each time. Maria sighed before she crawled back into bed, lying on her side. Sleep found her quickly, although, it was dreamless this time.

Her father did call in the following day, letting them know it would probably be a week that he’d be gone and he wouldn’t be able to check in every day. She wasn’t happy about that and still had that uneasy feeling. The days passed slowly for her and the nights were long over the following week, her dreams were mostly the same, those damned yellow eyes, the warehouse, the men talking inside. She never saw them, nor could she determine what they were discussing. Maria would wake up the same every time, although she hadn’t screamed. William called them around the afternoon of the fourth day though, telling them the lead looked more promising than anything. Maria pushed for him to involve John, but he refused, so she begged him to be careful.

Bobby’s place was quiet, and she liked that. It wasn’t just inside his home. With his place being outside of town, there was little to no traffic that ever went by. She spent most of her time reading, loving her Uncle’s collection of books she’d never even heard of before, and now, she didn’t have to sneak to read them. Maria cooked a couple of times, trying to take her mind off of her father and the yellow-eyed demon. She’d almost called John a couple of different times but knew he wouldn’t listen to her either.

Her nightmares were mostly the same, although some things had changed. She always saw the book first, the warehouse, and the yellow eyes though. Once she saw her mother pregnant, another time it was her mother, father, and her Uncle talking in what she could only figure was some strange house, one she’d never seen before. It was the nightmare that came a week later, and that was of her father getting killed in the warehouse she hadn’t stopped dreaming about.

Screams echoed through Bobby’s house and he had come running to her room again, gun aimed and ready when he shoved her door open. She had tears in her eyes and looked terrified, “Kid, what’s wrong?” he asked, putting his gun away and sitting next to her on her bed, worried.

“I… Dad… the demon…” she couldn’t even get the words out, still sobbing like a five-year-old.

He put his arm over her shoulder and pulled her into a hug, “It’s okay. He’s smart. He’s okay. Just breathe,” he said softly, trying to soothe her.

She cried in his arms for a minute or two before she was able to take a deep breath, beginning to calm herself, even though her body was still shaking, “Dad’s in trouble…” she whispered.

Bobby knew he had to stay calm, more for her sake than anything, “It’s four in the morning, otherwise, I’d call him. We’ll call him first thing, I promise,” he told her softly in a soothing tone.

Neither of them was going to get any more sleep at this point, “I think I’m just gonna make some coffee. I don’t want to go back to sleep Uncle Bobby,” she told him quietly.

He kissed the top of her head before he looked down at her as she pulled out of the hug, “I’ll put on some coffee,” he said with a soft smile. He figured she’d need to calm down before she was going to even make it out of her room. At least this way, the coffee would be ready for her when she did.

“Thanks,” she replied, managing a small smile herself.

He headed out to the kitchen while she sat in her bed for a bit longer, still trying to calm her nerves. That nightmare had shaken her to her core. She shivered one more time before she finally got out of bed and got dressed, slower than usual though. It took her even longer to make it out to the kitchen. She was dragging her feet, almost in a daze or worry as she got herself some coffee and sat down on the couch. Bobby was sitting behind his desk again, knowing the hours of the morning were going to pass slower than normal for the two of them.

Two hours later, William’s phone went to voicemail, causing Bobby to sigh, “I’ll keep trying. It doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong,” he tried to reassure her, and himself.

When that happened the next several times he called, his own worry was beginning to set in and he finally called John, “Look, I know you’re probably not even close, but I need you to go check on Will. He hasn’t checked in in almost a week now.” John could hear the concern in Bobby’s voice, “Where’s he at?” John asked, Sam and Dean listening from their seats in the Impala.

“He went after yellow-eyes. In Preston, Nevada,” Bobby told him.

“I’m in Sunnyside. That’s less than an hour's drive,” John replied, wondering what the hell Will had been thinking, “I’ll call you when I get there,” he added before he hung up the phone and stepped on the gas.

Bobby tossed his phone on his desk and looked over at Maria who had a worried expression, “He’s close, he’ll call us when he gets there. It won’t be long,” he told her,

She hadn’t looked up at him. There was a feeling of loss inside that she couldn’t place its source. In a way, she felt somewhat numb and just nodded a bit to what he’d said. Maria sipped her current cup of coffee. All they could do now was wait. John had explained to his boys what had happened and where they were headed. He didn’t have time to take them somewhere safe to keep them away from yellow-eyes like he would have preferred, feeling neither of them was old enough or prepared enough to take the demon on.

That hour ticked away like half a day had passed before Bobby’s phone finally rang again, “Bobby, he’s not at the motel, and neither is his truck. There’s not much here as to where he could have gone but the clerk said he paid through the month,” John explained as he glanced around the room William had been using.

“Tell him to look for a warehouse, on the outskirts of town, please,” Maria said quietly, staring off at nothing.

“I heard her. Call you when I know more,” John said quickly before hanging up the phone.

It wasn’t long before John and the boys found the warehouse. When they saw William’s truck parked outside, John was even more worried, “Boys, stay here,” he told them, “and arm yourselves.” Dean and Sam just nodded, pulling their guns and keeping a vigilant watch as they watched their father get out of the Impala, gun aimed and ready.

Bobby had been drinking for the last few hours and downed another shot before he poured himself another as he stared at his phone that was sitting on his desk. His mind was playing out the worst-case scenarios and it wasn’t helping. He glanced over at Maria, worried about the blank expression on her face before he poured himself another drink. Again, time ticked by slowly. When his grandfather clock dinged, signifying noon, it made them both jump and take a deep breath. It snapped her out of her thoughts.

She finally stood up and stretched, not having realized how long she had been sitting there, curled up on the couch. She hadn’t been able to get those yellow eyes out of her vision. Zoning off had been the only thing that had helped. When the phone rang, her head snapped over to it and stared, fear in her eyes once again.

“John, please tell me you fou-” Bobby began, but John cut him off.

“Bobby, are you sitting down?” John asked calmly.

Bobby glanced at Maria, “Yeah…” he replied, concerned.

John rubbed his hand over his face, not wanting to tell him what he’d found, “Are you alone?” he asked.

Those words alone gave Bobby the answer he needed but he refused to believe his thoughts, or his instincts, wanting them to be wrong, “Maria’s with me,” he replied.

“Damnit,” John mumbled under his breath, barely audible through the phone, “There’s no easy way to say this Bobby. He’s gone,” John told him, barely able to keep the loss out of his tone.

Bobby went stone-faced, unable to fully process what he’d just heard. The silence in the room was deafening. All Maria could do was stare at him, waiting for something, a word of hope, but none came, “When will you be here?” Bobby asked.

John sighed, “Six hours,” he answered.

“See you then, and… thank you. I owe you for this one,” Bobby told him before hanging up the phone.

Bobby looked up and over at her and the look in his eyes told her all she needed to know. She felt the tears falling down her cheeks long before she could even register them and then ran to her room, slamming the door. Maria fell on her bed, face in her pillow, and cried. Bobby let her go, let her cry out her grief as he drank away his. Neither of them had kept track of time. She cried for hours off and on before she fell asleep.

Five hours after that call, the truck and the Impala pulled up in Bobby’s driveway. He set his glass down on his desk and went outside, not wanting to wake her, “Hey John,” he sighed as he met them in the driveway.

Dean climbed out of the driver’s seat of Wiliam’s truck, handing Bobby the keys, a solemn expression as he headed toward the house, looking at the ground, followed by his brother.

“She’s sleeping, so you two better stay quiet,” Bobby told them, to which they just nodded.

“His body is in the back of his truck. We can have a hunter’s funeral for him tomorrow. Me and the boys will stick around for a couple of days,” John told him before he looked from the truck to Bobby, “And Bobby, I’m sorry about this, and your loss.”

Bobby felt his hand on his shoulder, the only comforting gesture the man ever gave. The grief began coming out in Bobby's expression and he quickly pushed it aside, “I really appreciate this John, and so will Maria,” he replied, his voice a little shaky, fighting back tears.

John nodded and headed inside, wanting to give the man a moment alone with his brother-in-law’s body. The boys had made themselves each a sandwich, now sitting at the table quietly, “When you’re done, grab your stuff. We’ll be staying for a couple days,” John told them as he went to the fridge, getting himself a beer.

Two hours later, Maria woke. Her tears were dry on her cheeks and her heart hurt. On the inside, she felt empty. She rolled onto her side, facing away from the wall for a moment. Everything just felt numb. When she heard other voices in the house she finally climbed out of bed to see who was there, feeling detached from even herself. The four of them were in the living room, talking quietly about where they would build the wooden pyre for William’s funeral, a hunter’s funeral. She barely glanced at them as she went into the kitchen when she realized it was the Winchesters. Of course, who else would have been there with her father’s passing, but family?

Dean just watched her. She’d changed since he’d seen her last when she was fourteen. Seeing her as lost as she looked did something to his heart. He was nineteen now, almost twenty. Even as pained as she looked, he found her beautiful, and not just on the outside. Something in him felt as though it was pushing him to go hold her, but Dean wasn’t the kind to do that sort of thing. He kept himself in check, especially around his father, who had already told him that she was completely off limits. For a moment, the memory of that five-year-old girl came playing through his mind when she beat him with a simple rock-throwing challenge and he smirked a little.

Maria got herself a drink of water. Nothing felt real for her as she stood with her back facing the living room. She set the half-empty glass down on the counter and found herself looking over at the door. Her body was moving toward the door, then outside, and toward her father’s truck. The closer she got, the more the pain came back, but she forced herself to keep moving. Somehow she knew his body would be in the back, probably wrapped in something. Maria slowly climbed up and into the back of the truck, using the back bumper.

She crouched down next to his body, near his head at the other end of the bed of the truck, “I’m gonna miss you, Pappa,” she whispered, reaching out, but not touching him.

The tears fell again, silently down her cheeks. She reached over and pulled a beer out of the cooler on the other side of her father before she sat down and leaned against the cab of the truck. She smiled slightly, her knees up and her arms resting on them, the beer opened and in her hand.

“This one’s for you Dad,” she said softly as she looked up at the heavens, lifting the beer, in a toast before she took a drink.

Her tears had stopped shortly after that as she sipped the beer. It wasn’t the first time she’d drank. William had seen that she was mature for her age, so had let her have a beer six months before this day. She never overdid it, having researched alcohol beforehand. At this moment, she didn’t feel alone, sitting next to his body, even though she knew he was gone. There was an odd comfort in the moment which was helping with her grief. None of the others bothered her, just giving her the space she needed. They knew she needed to say goodbye, in whatever way that looked like to her. They would occasionally peek out the window though, keeping an eye on her.

Night came quickly while she sat there, although she was on her third beer. It had helped her relax a little, as had just sitting with her father’s body, in her father’s truck where she had shared so many memories with him. A soft smile had returned to her as she stood up and climbed out of the bed of the truck, looking back over at her father one more time.

“I really am gonna miss you, Pappa,” she whispered before she went back into the house.

This time Sammy went over to her and hugged her. At first, she was surprised but then hugged him back, welcoming the comfort, “I missed you Sis,” he told her.

He was practically as tall as she was now, and she smiled softly, “I missed you too little brother,” she replied.

She pulled back and looked at him, as they were now eye level with each other, “You got tall,” she chuckled.

He chuckled back, “Yeah, growth spurt. You okay?” he asked, concerned again.

“I think I will be,” she answered, not really sure of that herself yet but she didn’t want him to worry about her.

The two made their way into the living room, where she grabbed a chair and sat down with it backward, resting her arms over the back of it. Sam sat back down on the couch, “How long are you guys staying?” she asked all three of the Winchesters, only mildly curious, attempting to push her grief aside.

“We’re gonna stay for a couple days, help with the arrangements,” John answered, knowing she wasn’t okay, no matter how well she was hiding it.

She nodded, and thought for a moment, “So, tomorrow's the funeral then?” she asked.

Bobby could also tell something was off with her but for now, wasn’t going to say anything, “Yes. We’ll build the pyre and give him a proper funeral tomorrow night,” John replied.

Her mind began working with the information before she spoke again, “Where?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.

“In the back part of the lot,” Bobby answered her, knowing it’d be the best place.

Again she nodded, mentally making her plan, “I’m gonna get something to eat and head to bed,” she told them before going back into the kitchen.

As she made herself a sandwich, again calculated her plan, then took her plate into her room. She packed her things as she ate, being almost silent as she moved around her room. She was still slightly buzzed from the beers she had earlier. It had almost helped her thoughts and emotions slow down long enough to think. However, the anger portion of grief hadn’t fully hit her yet, although, it was what was fueling her plan, even if she didn’t fully realize it.

The following day she helped them with the pyre. About halfway through, she had excused herself to get something to eat. She did get herself some food but also packed up her father’s truck, which was now hers, hiding her bag in the back seat. Maria rejoined the four of them to finish helping and then watched as her Uncle and John carried her father’s body to it, placing it in the center. None of them spoke, but Dean watched her while he worked, always looking away before she could notice. They had dinner before they headed back outside to where the pyre had been built.

Maria was more numb now than anything as she followed behind all of them out to the pyre. Bobby had handed her a lighter when they reached it and she looked up at him before taking it. She took a deep breath and lit her father’s pyre before stepping back and returning her Uncle’s lighter to him. Bobby had said something, a prayer, but she wasn’t paying attention as she watched her father’s body burn. Halfway through, she excused herself, leaving the four of them out there. She checked behind her several times as she made her way back to the front of her Uncle’s property, and then into the house. She knew where Bobby’s safe was and she had to retrieve something that had been calling to her from the time she’d gotten there.

She located the safe and picked the lock in almost record time, pulling the box from it and closing it, or at least, she thought she had. Maria pulled the keys out of her pocket and went back out to her truck, looking again towards the smoke in the sky from her father’s pyre, “Goodbye,” she whispered to them all before turning back to her truck.

The window was down so she just climbed through it, not wanting to alert them to the sound of the closing door. She glanced through the rearview mirror one last time before she started her truck and drove off, her focus only on the yellow-eyed demon that had taken both her parents from her. She was going to find something, even if she had to stop in every single town in every state in the country.

“Balls!” Bobby exclaimed and he quickly ran to the driveway, followed by the other three.

“Son-of-a-bitch,” Dean said under his breath, seeing the truck gone.

“Want me to try to chase her down?” John asked, wondering if that was even possible.

“If she don’t want to be found, no one will find her,” Bobby sighed.

“Boys, go keep an eye on the pyre,” John told them before he had Bobby headed inside.

The boys didn’t say a word, but they listened, both of them worried about Maria. Dean wanted to get in the Impala and do exactly what his father had asked Bobby about, but he knew better.

Bobby went straight to her room. She’d left it neat, but all her belongings were gone, “Bobby!” John hollered from his study.

“What?” Bobby asked him, standing in the doorway.

“Missing anything?” he asked, gesturing to the slightly open safe hidden behind a picture on the wall that hadn’t even been put back in place.

“Balls,” Bobby grumbled, knowing exactly what was missing, “She took the damn book.”

“Well shit,” John sighed.

The two shook their heads before they rejoined the boys at William’s pyre, staying silent as they watched the fire begin to die down, the embers glowing brightly beneath the dying flames.

Maria continued to glance in the rearview mirror, half expecting to see the Impala’s headlights following her, but after four hours, they never did. Her anger finally flared as she felt a sense of freedom. She didn’t have to answer to anyone and she had no plans of doing so. Her grip on the steering wheel made her knuckles turn almost white as she glared at the road ahead of her, deciding to find the nearest demon and get answers.

Her cell phone had rang numerous times, but she never answered it, letting it go to voicemail while she drove. She wasn’t even tired when the sun began to rise, anger flowing through her veins, revenge driving her. A day later, she just turned off her phone and threw it in the glove box, and the battery on it died a couple of hours later. All four of them were worried about her, that she’d do something reckless in the state she was in, and they had no way of finding her.

The box with the book inside it had been shoved under the front seat of her truck and forgotten. It slept for now, knowing now was not the time to teach her more.

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ghostclangen · 6 months ago

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The chill of late leaf-fall sharpens the night air. Pheasant pauses at the lip of the Cavern, takes a deep breath, and smiles, relishing the clean taste of it. She doesn’t mind the smell of herbs—if she did, she’d be out of luck as a healer—but it’s a refreshing break from the potent scent.

She wouldn’t be out here so late, hopping down the rocks toward the base of the mountain in near darkness, but Fauna’s leg, while healing just fine, has had him yowling in pain the past couple days, and she’s running out of poppy seeds. As long as she’s up, she’d reasoned, she may as well go out and have a look at what more she can find.

The largest patch of poppies on GhostClan territory is near the SerpentClan border; more than once, she’d had a friendly chat with Heatherpetal while he gathered seeds there. It’s not an easy walk, with all the rocks and crags, but before too terribly long, the poppies—and SerpentClan territory—are within sight. Poppy seeds are hardy, and this little garden has been tended to for many moons now; Pheasant is confident when she reaches it that she’ll be able to find something.

Before she reaches it, though, she hears something on the wind, seeming to come from across the border. Pricking her ears up, she realizes what it is: a voice. No, she thinks after a few more moments spent listening, there’s three voices. And one of them … I know that one. It’s a sharp, nasal voice, one that had always struck her as rather unique. Briarpaw.

What’s she doing talking to SerpentClan cats? Briarpaw had been born into that clan, yes, but crucially, she was terrified of them. That’s what she’d said, anyway, when she’d begged Hornetstar to join GhostClan. If she’s acting all buddy-buddy with SerpentClan, then either she or Hornetstar had to have been lying, and maybe it’s a bit judgemental, but in terms of cats Pheasant trusts, Hornetstar ranks far higher.

After a few moments spent peering suspiciously out into the trees, Pheasant shakes her head and scolds herself for jumping to conclusions. Sure, it’s not not making trouble to cross the border and hang out on another clan’s territory, but even if she were scared of Whimsystar, surely she had friends and family there that she misses. It’s probably nothing, and surely not any of her business. Still, though …

Pheasant crouches down among the poppies and creeps toward the border to listen in better. Old as she is, her hearing is still intact, and while she does have to strain, she’s soon able to tune into the conversation.

“And what of their leader?” a deep voice meows. “How many lives does she have left?”

“Six,” Briarpaw answers. “I heard their healer actually flipped out and killed her once. This clan is seriously full of nutjobs.”

“Six is quite a lot.” This voice is high-pitched and raspy, and with some effort, Pheasant is able to place it, though she’s only heard it twice: Whimsystar. “But I suppose we don’t need to kill her off completely as long as we send a message: do not mess with SerpentClan.”

Pheasant’s blood runs cold. Kill? They want to kill Hornetstar!? True, tensions had been high between the two clans lately, but to go to these lengths …

“We could go for their deputy, too,” Briarpaw says. “He’s old, and he’s not a particularly good fighter. I’ve sparred with him before … it’s unimpressive.”

“Now there’s a good idea.” There’s a cocky smile in the deep voice that makes Pheasant bristle. “I’ll have a few cats target Fauna; the rest can do what they’d like, and if that involves knocking a life or two off of Hornetstar, all the better.”

“When’s the next good opportunity we’ll have to attack, do you think?” Whimsystar asks.

“The new moon is two nights from now, right? It’s always good to have the darkness on our side.” Briarpaw scoffs. “It can’t come soon enough, honestly. I’m already tired of pretending I like those freaks. I think they’ve gone sick in the head from being up in that place. Ugh, and that old healer of theirs is such a hag.”

Pheasant can’t keep back a low growl. A hag!? You rude little brat! She’s struck with a bolt of anxiety when she realizes she’s making noise, but the SerpentClan cats don’t seem to hear.

Whimsystar gives a sharp little ha! at that. “I’d believe it,” she says. “You can make sure you’ll be guarding the Cavern that night, right?”

“Of course. I know they’d appreciate the help.”

“Good. Well then, Briarpaw …I should let you get back to your nest. I believe that’s all we need.”

“Yes, please. Goodnight, Whimsystar. Goodnight, Birchwhisker.”

Pheasant’s heart sinks as she absorbs the events unfolding in front of her. A traitor among their own ranks … that little wretch! GhostClan had been nothing but kind to her, and now this? She has to do something. She has to tell Hornetstar, or Fauna, or … or …

She glances around her, then at the ground. Seeds. She’d heard horror stories of healers mixing up poppy seeds and foxglove seeds and killing their patients. It’s not the best thing to do, perhaps, but truth be told, she’d always disliked Briarpaw—never a pleasant interaction to be had with that cat. It’s a little too tempting to not at least consider …

She presses herself to the ground as Briarpaw comes into sight, slipping through the trees and approaching the base of the mountain. Thank StarClan the poppies are tall enough to hide her. Her heart pounds as she spies on her through the stalks, all too aware of the murderous intent the lithe calico holds.

As she watches Briarpaw begin to climb up the mountain, Pheasant makes a decision: personal or not, Briarpaw needs to be stopped, and she needs to be stopped with force.

#warrior cats #wc #clangen #clan generator #wc oc #warriors oc #gc update #pheasant #briar #whimsy (sc)#birch (sc)#arc i update

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nrc-confessions · 7 months ago

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Okay here’s the whole story I apologize greatly for how long this is

So today I was cooking lunch for myself at Scarabia, (I sometimes have to cook for myself if the cafeteria doesn’t have any of my safe foods that day) and I heard someone enter the kitchen. The dorm was mostly empty so I expected it to just be some other Scarabia student I’ve never met or smth

Lo and behold, it wasn’t, it was Kalim

Me and him share a class idk if I’ve said that (new spider anon lore 🤯) and he’d gotten injured during P.E this morning so I figured he was at the dorm as well, but I assumed he’d be in his room. It wasn’t anything bad he just fell off his broom and got kinda bruised up but Jamil was still flipping his shit

ANYWAY I finished cooking and ended up sharing some food w Kalim (side note he’s eaten my food before and I’m always rlly touched abt it bcuz Ik he struggles w eating food that Jamil didn’t cook and just knowing he trusts me that much is hnnnnnng) and once we finished eating he asked if I wanted to go carpet flying

I knew he was exempt from class bcuz he got hurt but I still very much had to go to class around this time, but I was not about to miss this opportunity so alchemy be damned

We’ve gone carpet flying once or twice before but from what I understand Kalim takes rlly anyone he feels like carpet flying (including paw anon fuck you calliope I havent forgiven you) so I didn’t think too much of it but at this point I was already gay panicking so this didn’t help

Anyway we get on the carpet n all that and I was kinda starting to zone out of a few reasons, the main being i have a slight fear of heights and I was kinda exhausted cuz I’ve had a tough past couple weeks but I was also zoning out bcuz I tend to do that while in close proximity to kalim

So I went kinda quiet and just hoped he’d keep talking and wouldn’t notice (also bcuz I love listening to him ramble) but he went quiet after a second too and then asked if I was okay, and I quickly said I was fine and went back to being silent but he didn’t keep talking so it was kinda awkward for a second THEN HE FUCKIN “are you sure you’re okay, habibi?” And I almost fell off the carpet

I made a comment abt how I was just rlly tired and ended up kinda rambling then I rambled a bit too far and said like ‘and you know how I get around you’ but I laughed it off and hoped he didn’t notice but he DID and HE TOOK IT THE WEONF WAY cuz he assumed that meant I didn’t like being around him??? And so I tried to elaborate without outing myself which was rlly hard and I think he caught on but he didn’t say anything so I just kept talking and digging myself a deeper hole but then (this is where I get really pathetic) I looked at him and he just had the most gentle patient expression on his face and I just started sobbing bcuz no one’s ever looked at me like that and i can’t properly process my emotions NORMALLY much less when it’s him then he kinda panicked a little bit but then he hugged me out of nowhere and I was NOT okay but I also kinda needed it so I just kinda sat there and cried into his shoulder for a few minutes and he was like whispering things some of it was in English some of it was in Arabic and I don’t know if it was making me cry harder or helping but he was like running his fingers through my hair and I just couldn’t take it anymore and I completely lost grasp of my emotions and ended up saying I love you without even realizing it then as soon as I realized it I panicked and let go of the hug and apologized but he just put his hands on my face and looked at me with his pretty fucking eyes and said it was okay and I lost all ability to breathe

Anyway he kinda like came closer and I was expecting him to hug me again but then he like moved his hand to my shoulder and used the other one to move my hair out of my face and I just completely lost it everything I did from here on is a blurry haze I was fueled by exhaustion and Gay panic but I lunged forward and kissed him AND HE KISSED BACK AND PUT HIS HANDS IN MY HAIR AND I STARTED CRYING AGAIN but then he brought thr carpet back down and I ran off to class and I’m currently typing this while half listening to Crewel yell at me but uh that happened

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Thank you for your confession!

#posted by: 🌿#nrc confessions #unreality #nrc confession #twst #night raven college #kalim al asim #anon: 🕷️

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chairteeth · 9 months ago

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So I did a lil bit of intro writing

For my upcoming contribution to the @magireco-minibang, I've decided to write a couple of introductions so to speak, in each main character's pov. I've been partnered with @karinmisono for this project and I for one am excessively excited about it aaaaa-

Anyway, the girls have grown different from their canon selves to some extent, given the changes in their formative years, but don't worry, being thrown into an eldritch horror gallery will bond anyone most people.

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Eighteen. The very day Nemu Hiiragi had turned eighteen, she’d stopped going to therapy. Her parents didn’t stop her—didn’t care enough to even find out. What had therapy ever done for her, besides bring to light how miserable her home life truly was?

Her father didn’t give her a break. She was barely listening to him when she walked into the kitchen. Something about a competition. Another competition. What was it going to be this time? Kendo? Karate? Taekwondo would at least be enjoyable.

“Oh, Nemu, there are leftovers in the fridge,” her mother called.

“Thank you, Mom, but I ate lunch before I left Yukuni.”

“I see…”

Before either of her parents could continue talking to her, Nemu left her bag on the counter and headed to her room, registering one last shout from her father to get ready for training. This was why she preferred to be anywhere but the house. She caught sight of her brother glaring at her from the door to his room and politely ignored it.

Once she’d finished counting the books in her room, as she did every time she entered it in hopes that her father wouldn’t have thrown away any of them, she eyed her laptop on her desk. Weekend mornings were the only time her father had been convinced to grant her for classes, prioritizing training his begrudging champion above her studies. She’d used up that day’s morning free time on returning to Kamihama all the way from Yukuni City.

“I suppose my assignments will be feasible to do tonight after dinner… which leaves me stranded here to sleep for the night. Not the worst fate, although unpleasant.”

She left her glasses on her dresser to put in her contacts, seeing as it was preferable to do it at home rather than the dojo. After a few blinks, a glance at her buzzing phone showed her a rare text from the only person she would hesitantly call a friend: Alina Gray. That could not possibly be good news.

“Cherry blossom viewing…? Alina would never suggest this. It must have been her girlfriend who proposed this. In Sankyo Ward as well… I do recall Akira mentioning that there’s a park with beautiful cherry blossoms nearby. While the prospect holds a certain appeal, I cannot extend my acceptance until I’ve formulated a suitable strategy to circumvent Dad’s potential objections.”

Strategizing would not be difficult… so long as she didn’t delude herself with any ideas of her unflinchingly strict father allowing her to skip even a single training session. Her instructors promoted discipline, however they had been willing to cover for her in the past. Once or twice. She hated having to request anything out of anyone.

“But… I would benefit from a small break. A break that does not involve depersonalization of the highest caliber.”

If her therapist had left her with anything, it would be the curse of self-awareness. All she’d wanted to do after leaving the hospital had been to bond with her family and indulge in her passions somewhere that wasn’t a sterile white environment reeking of medication.

Over her summer shirt, Nemu felt her fingertips glide around the contour of the scar beneath her breasts, and she hated the way it made her breath hitch. Breathing, breathing, breathing. Her enemy, it felt like. Or at least, for the longest time, it had been. She had not yet been able to go more than a few days without thinking back to the hospital. To the days of choking on her own mucus, when her limbs felt like lead and her useless, weak, defective lungs were filled with sandpaper, each cough rasping and tearing at her throat. The days of gasping for oxygen in a lonely room as if trying to suck air through a straw, tears streaming down her cheeks and her vision swimming. Those days when she’d both plead for and curse her parents, unable to hear herself above the high-pitched whistle that filled her ears, the constant reminder of the narrowed airways that choked her every breath. The red of her blood had looked beautiful when it stained her sheets—unproductive, the nurses had called it.

A bang on her door snapped her out of her thoughts.

“You’re gonna be late, grab your uniform and get your ass out the door!” her father yelled.

With a sigh, Nemu retrieved her folded up uniform and took her immunosuppressant pills dry. She’d heed her father’s command this once.

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Touka never thought she could hate the stars. It wasn’t that she hated them, exactly. Recent events had simply granted her a new perspective.

“Fire requires oxygen and fuel. Fire produces heat and light through a chemical reaction called combustion. Fire releases ash and other byproducts. Stars don’t need oxygen or fuel in the traditional sense. Stars generate light and heat through nuclear fusion, where atoms combine to release enormous amounts of energy. Stars don’t produce ash, but heavier elements.”

She’d been repeating that to herself for months. The incident had left parts of her home in shambles, charred beyond recognition. Other parts had only seen minor damage. Including the particular canvas she’d been staring at. A perfect replica of herself, wearing a different dress and yet the same cursed bright smile she’d been made to sport since her inception. It made her frown to see the scorch marks—they left her figure untouched, consuming everything around her instead.

Touka took a deep breath. She couldn’t spend her day idling and moping. Her siblings were counting on her. They may have been older, but they’d been far more terrified than her when their guests had turned on them and set their home ablaze. It was her job to lead.

She stopped at the top of the stairs. The likelihood of falling was rather high, if her terrible balance since the incident was anything to go by. As if to taunt her, the sensation of burning embers radiated into her back and shoulders, numb yet tingling, icy cold yet searing hot. An ache, a throb she couldn’t escape. The smell of smoke and ash lingered in her nose.

“Like a ship missing its sails…”

With a scowl, she tried to take it one step at a time. And every step felt like descending into Hell itself. The ache radiated from her shoulder blades, down her spine, and into her fingers. Touka kept her eyes glued to the stairs below. Thankfully, there was a railing to hold onto. Unfortunately for her, as soon as she reached the bottom of the stairs, she felt an itch urging her to scratch at it. She would not be scratching at empty air. For her dignity. She’d grit her teeth, squeeze her eyes shut, and hope it would pass soon. Her hand went to the black rose she wore in her hair.

“I need… to make better defenses. Every visitor that has come to our home has hurt us, only to flee before we can retaliate. I don’t know why I thought it would be different this time. Well, I was right, it was different, just… not in a good way. Of course not.”

Her older sisters had told her once, over tea, that she had no thorns. No matter how hard she tried to keep people away, she’d always end up trusting at the first sign of kindness. They’d tried not to blame her, but she could tell what they were thinking. Why would she want to be close to others when she already had such a large family that adored her?

“They don’t feel trapped here like I do… It hasn’t been the same since Father left. I wish I knew why he abandoned us. It was… little after I was born… Was it something to do with me? Did he not want to look at me?” She lifted up her forearm and stared at the burn scar forever etched into her skin. “Was I… defective?”

Touka slammed her fist into the concrete wall, sending cracks out from the point of impact. She could not afford distractions. She could not afford mourning. She could not afford-

But it ached. It ached and she fell to her knees beside the wall.

No sound. No sun. No wind.

She’d waited so long. First, in silence. Then, making the most noise she could. Trying everything, anything to make him proud. Why had he been so cruel as to abandon all of his children without a word? Her siblings had raised her with stories of their father’s loving soul and his kind hand. She’d never known them herself. What had she done to deserve his scorn? Why was she not worthy of his love as her siblings had been? Why did everyone who met her hate her? Why could she not let go of her sorrows and live happily like the rest of her siblings?

“They call me a genius… Is that why? It hurts… It hurts so much…”

The first sob came without tears.

#magia record #nishiposting #writing #nemu hiiragi #touka satomi #AU #fanfic #fanfiction #idk which tag I should be using for this #teaser #aged up characters #is that a tag I should be using #tounemu #????#they haven't even met yet at these points in their lives but like #you can clearly see the matching trauma #minibang24

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