#if you want some recovery juice.

[athenaareia]

chapter 24 is out!!!

will, in a close combat situation: *losing* are these the consequences of my actions? rhea, coming up to him: not today.

[buttdumplin]

finishing up my surgery prep and can't help but think the boys, gorgeous fools that they are, build in an "orgasm schedule" into the weeks of prep because they know the 6-8 weeks of no-touch recovery is gonna leave you all starving, so they better get as many as they can in

A/N: Inspired by, and thus for, @mikichko

cw: poly 141, gn!reader, established relationship, oral (reader receiving), p in v sex, ass play, reader's genitals referred to as "clit" "pussy" "cunt"

simon's got the mornings, when you're most pliable, body still warm from sleep, drifting in and out of focus. he'll pull your back to his chest and wind his arms around to pluck and pinch at your nipples until you're squirming in his arms and whining as you try to move his hands lower. such a pretty pet, the rumbling of his voice deeper from sleep, always so good for us, deserve a little treat, hm? big hands of his sneaking under your shirt to roll your nipples between his finger and shoving into your undies, cupping your pussy innocently as you try to grind against him, only lightly tracing your pussy lips with the tip of his middle finger, pressing his straining cock against your ass, hips rolling just enough to slide his cock between your cheeks for some friction. only gives in and sinking a finger into you when your breathy whimpering sounds threaten to wake the others. brings his mouth to your ear to softly coo at you as his fingers move, pussy so wet you can take a second finger and then a third in no time, doing so well, dove, take what you need, moving his palm to grind against your clit. you cum so hard you practically lock his fingers into place, rendering you both immobile as licks the sweat off your neck and you finally open your eyes, but he won't complain. with that sweet dazed smile on your face? there's nowhere else he'd rather be. plus, if he waits for you to get up first, he can steal those soaked panties for later

kyle gets all of midday, up until dinner, and he milks every minute for all its worth. he'll lure you into the kitchen only to bend you over the counter so he can rip your bottoms down so he can dive face first into your pussy, his hands spreading your cheeks so he can coat his face in your juices, absolutely fucking divine, love spoken against your skin, tongue moving through your folds and only stopping to harshly suck at your clit, his stubble brushing lightly over your lips in a way that has you clenching down around his tongue. he'll find you in the living room and gently ease you onto the big ottoman in the center of the room, parting your legs wide, making a display out of you for the rest of the boys so fucking gorgeous and all ours too, fucking you with his fingers and sucking on your clit until you're squirting and drenching his shirt, the boys' groans growing as he impales you on his thick cock, your own cries breathless from the force of his thrusts, leaving a creamy ring at the base of his cock that has him delirious. in a spark of impulse, you push him off, scrambling to your hands and knees, chanting pleasepleaseplease as you arch your back and present to him, lovely cunt glistening, men swearing all around you, and kyle knows what you want, what you need, reaching for the packet of lube in the pocket of his discarded jeans i've got you love, i got you. takes his time easing you back onto his cock, holding your hip with one hand to keep you from rocking back against him, fingers digging into the fat, exactly where they belong, his other hand coating your asshole with the lube, thumb gently working in, matching the slow rhythm of his thrusts, until his hips are flush to your ass and you've taken his entire thumb. you keen from the stimulation and attention, not lasting very long after that, the sound and feel of him spitting on your asshole and fucking it into you with his thumb, his harsh thrusts making you squirt again, the sight so stunning he can't help cumming deep inside you

the hours leading up to dinner are johnny's, he keeps you busy while the food is getting cooked, making a full meal out of you in the meantime. has you climbing into bed and sitting on his face, arms locked around your thighs so he can stay drowning in your juices, groaning and bucking his hips helplessly the moment he gets his mouth on you fuck, you're so perfect, unable to keep up the gentle kisses he starts with and opening his mouth to receive as much of you as he can, biting softly to make you gasp and soothing the spot with the warmth of his tongue. loves eating kyle's cum from you, even pushing a hand against your belly to ease out what he can't reach give it to me, darling, moaning long and low at the taste of you two. uses the bump of his nose to grind against your clit, his hands forcing you to rock back and forth against him and ride him for what he's worth, smearing your cunt all over his mouth and chin, tilting you just enough to get his tongue in your ass, enjoying how your body jerks when he hums against you. waits until he feels your thighs trembling around him to wrap his mouth around your clit, tongue flicking and chin crushed against your pussy lips, sharp eyes open to watch as you fall apart above him. won't let you move until he's licked you clean

bedtime belongs to price. he gets you when you're worn out from the day, body tired and malleable under him, soft sounds slipping from your lips as he thrusts steady and slow into your cunt, his arms caging you in, creating a world of just you two. buries his face into your neck to cover you in kisses, his beard leaving your skin tender to the touch and much more receptive to the feeling of his mouth on you, teeth nipping raised little marks along the way so perfect, sweetheart, always treating us so well. crushes you with his body, easing his weight onto you to make you feel just what you're welcoming into your arms, wanting to pressed together at every point of contact possible, slow hard thrusts rocking you both as he bullies his fact cock into your cunt. his chest hair brushes against your nipples, making your nails dig into those wide shoulders, flesh giving way as he growls with approval that's right, mark your territory, take what's yours, his hips jerking harder into you. leans back just enough to get your nipple in his mouth, sucking hard and biting, his hand making its way down your body to pinch your clit between two fingers and rub tight circles with his thumb, chuckling at the way your body arches into his touch, voice rough when he lifts his head best give me what's mine. worried for a minute that you might not be able to after such a full day, you freeze for a moment, but the burning warmth spreading through you from this slow rich orgasm soothes you, melting you back into his arms, cunt pulsing heavy around him, milking him through his last stuttering thrusts, his moans filling your ears

[senipsenipsenip]

The Pines family sat at the table, quietly eating their breakfast, when Mabel slammed her hands on the table and shouted “KERMIT THE FROG”.

Dipper leapt forward to right his orange juice glass, gathering nearby napkins to sop up the puddle. “What?”

“Kermit the frog! He plays the banjo!”

“Yyyyes?”

Ford raised his hand. “Who’s Kermit the Frog?”

Stan snapped his head up from his plate. “Who’s Kermit the Frog? The Muppets, Pointdexter, you were around for The Muppet Show. They had a movie and everything.”

Ford frowned. “Muppets.”

“Yeah, they’re a riot! There’s this bear whose got some great puns and this pig who really know how to throw a punch. You’d love it, they’ve even got a scientist!”

Ford raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t realize you were such a fan of children’s television.”

“Children?!”

Dipper stirred his cereal. “I’m just impressed you remember all that. Yesterday you forgot you were married.”

“That’s because The Muppets are forever!” Mabel exclaimed.

“Wait, Stanley you were married?”

“Yep. Twice. Actually, unless I’m forgetting a divorce, I might still be married.”

“You didn’t,” Mabel chirped. “I’d have it on my Romance Chart if you did. You’ve missed a lot of anniversaries.”

“So has he!” Stan argued. “I’m not the only bad husband here!”

Ford spluttered. “Husband?”

Dipper frowned. “I think we’re getting a little too far away from why Mabel screamed Kermit the Frog and knocked my orange juice over.”

Mabel nodded. “Right, so, I was thinking of Mr. McGucket -

“Stanley you have a husband?“

“I was thinking of Mr. McGucket,” Mabel interrupted. “And how he could maybe help around the Shack. And he plays banjo! He could play banjo and people could put money in his lil banjo case like a real musician.”

At the mention of money, Stan leaned forward.

“But like, no one knows banjo music,” Mabel continued. “So I was like, maybe pop hits banjo? But then BOOM! Kermit the Frog! People love that frog. He could play the rainbow song. He’d be a hit!”

“Interesting,” Stan muttered. “Preying on people’s nostalgia to milk them for cash. I love it!”

Ford hummed. “Actually, that’s not a bad idea, Mabel. Activities like playing musical instruments have been proven to help patients with Alzheimers and dementia. Not that Fiddleford’s condition has the same root cause, but it may prove beneficial to memory recovery.”

“Eugh, don’t ruin this for me.”

“If playing an instrument helps with memory loss, maybe Grunkle Stan should learn an instrument,” Dipper suggested.

“Ooo!” Mabel squealed. “What about guitar? Or the piano? OH!” She clutched Stan’s arm with a fervor. “The triangle!”

Ford grimaced. “Maybe not that one.”

“Sorry, kid. I’m not exactly a music guy,” Stan shrugged out of Mabel’s grasp. “Let’s leave that to the professionals.”

Mabel frowned, but let the topic go.

Ford stood from the table. “Well, I happen to be visiting Fiddleford this afternoon. I can broach the topic and see what he thinks.”

Fiddleford, as it turns out, loved the idea. To the surprise of everyone, Fiddleford admitted that he had always wanted to play in a jugband when he was younger, but could never get over his stage fright enough to audition for the local band. Then he went off to college and then…everything else.

“Maybe I zapped away that scared bit enough to play!” he had cackled, knocking at the side of his head with his knuckles.

It was settled. “Fiddlin’ Fridays at the Mystery Shack with Fiddleford McGucket”. Dipper tried to point out the title didn’t make sense since it was a banjo, not a fiddle. Stan argued that “customers are suckers for alliteration”. The set up was just Fiddleford dragging an old rocking chair onto the porch and opening up his banjo case. Mabel had made a large glittery banner, but it was quickly absconded by Fiddleford’s raccoon.

“Tell your wife to give me back my banner!” Mabel had yelled, chasing the raccoon into the bushes.

“Ex-wife,” Fiddleford sighed sadly. “Apparently I was too emotionally available.”

Ford pulled at his hair. “Did everyone get married without telling me?”

“Excuse me?” A voice piped up. Fiddleford and Ford turned to see a little boy standing at the bottom of the porch. He was dressed in hiking clothes that were obviously new. In the distance, a young woman was unstrapping a baby from its seat in an SUV. Obviously city folk coming to the “wilderness” for the first time.

“Are you a real hillbilly?” The boy asked. Suddenly the door slammed open, Mr. Mystery striding through, eyepatch in place.

“Sure is!” Stan grinned. “Our very own genuine hillbilly just waiting to play you a tune! All you gotta do is put some of your mom’s money in his case there.”

The little boy’s eyes widened, turning around to race towards his mother.

“Stanley,” Ford admonished. “Fiddleford isn’t some show monkey to throw money at.”

“During work hours he is.” Stan turned to Fiddleford. “So, did Mabel teach you that song she was so excited about?”

Fiddleford sat frozen, watching the little boy yank at his mothers pants to try and get her attention, the baby beginning to fuss.

“Well…” Fiddleford cleared his throat. “Some good news and bad news fellas.”

Ford furrowed his brows. “What is it?”

“Good news is, my mind ain’t all broken.” Fiddleford hugged his banjo and turned to look up at Ford. “Bad news is I knows it ‘cause I still got stage fright.”

Stan scoffed. “Stage fright? C’mon it’s one kid and a couple o’ city slickers who would probably think you playing three wrong notes and spitting is ‘authentic’.”

“Stanley, be supportive.”

“I am! Look I’ve been at this job forever. All you gotta do is smile and if something goes wrong, you blame a ghost or something. They eat that up.”

Fiddleford shook his head. “But this is music. If’n I mess up music, ‘specially somethin’ they know. Music is real special to people, I can’t spoil it.”

Ford knelt down next to Fiddleford’s chair. “You don’t have to play that song Fiddleford. You don’t have to play at all.”

Fiddleford looked anxiously between Ford and the family. It seemed the little boy had finally gotten his mother’s attention and was excitedly pointing toward the porch.

“I…” Fiddleford shook his head. “I can’t let the little ‘uns down. ‘Specially not those ones.” As he said this, he gestured with his chin towards the other end of the porch where Dipper and Mabel sat bickering in lawn chairs. Mabel had returned from her raccoon chase covered in twigs and holding a surprisingly docile raccoon. Dipper was leaning away from the pair while trying to convince Mabel to stop feeding it gummy worms before it developed a taste for human food and tried breaking into the Shack.

Ford's gaze drifted to the twins. "Alright," he relented. "But you still don't have to play Mabel's song."

Fiddleford bowed his head.

"Yet!" Ford offered. "Not yet. She'll understand I'm sure."

Fiddleford frowned, looking unconvinced.

"Of course not yet!" Stan interjected. "You can't go playing the grand finale right out of the gate! You gotta warm 'em up first, keep 'em wanting more." Stan slapped his hand on Fiddleford's back. "If you give 'em what they want right away, they won't come back! Hold that one off until tomorrow or...uh...next week. Tease it or something."

Stan had started rubbing the back of his neck with his other hand as he spoke, a tell Ford was quick to recognize. It was the same one he did when he would "begrudgingly" let Mabel choose the movie for movie night or let Dipper rope him into another game of Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons. Covering the most vulnerable part of his body while he let his emotions go soft.

Fiddleford seemed to perk up at Stan's words.

"Well," Fiddleford offered. "I do know some proper jugband music. Only, it don't have the same ring to it without a jug."

"We've got a jug!" Mabel cheered from the other side of the porch. It seemed the raccoon argument had reached enough of a truce that the twins were once again paying attention to the concert. "I used to keep pond water in it, it's in the kitchen!" She hopped off of her chair, lugging the racoon along with her like it was a rather expensive lap cat.

Dipper followed her. "Why did you have a jug of pond water?"

"Because, dummy, if I met a frog prince he would need something in the shack to remind him of home."

"Aren't you supposed to turn him into a person though?"

Whatever Mabel's retort was to be was cut off by the door swinging shut.

"There ya go," Stan grumbled. "You're getting your jug. Just in time too." He gestured toward the SUV. The mother was walking toward the Shack, one hand holding the baby, the other gripping tightly to the little boy's hand. The little boy gripped a few dollars in his fist, eyes alight with excitement.

Fiddleford looked frantic. "I can't sing and play the jug at the same time!" He gripped at his hat, pulling it down over his ears.

Ford sighed. "Then don't play the jug."

"It won't be the same!" Fiddleford shook his head. "A jugband without a jug that's...that's like a body with no heartbeat!"

The door swung open and Mabel emerged with an old ceramic jug.

"Here it is!" she exclaimed. "And it only sort of smells like pond scum."

"I don't think that will be necessary," Ford smiled gently. "It seems Fiddleford can't play both simultaneously."

Mabel frowned. "But it's a jugband. It's in the name!"

"How about we wait another day," Ford offered, patting Fiddleford awkwardly on the back. "Maybe someone in town will join you."

"Oh for Pete's sake, give it to me." Stan snatched the jug out Mabel's hand, sniffing at the top and giving a grimace.

Fiddleford stopped pulling at his hat, peeking out from under the brim. "You'll play?"

Stan grunted. "I'm not missing out on good money just because you have a case of the heebie jeebies. Besides, how hard can it be? It's like blowing on the top of a beer...er...I mean soda bottle."

Dipper crossed his arms. "Grunkle Stan, we know what beer is."

"Not from me you don't."

Mabel squealed. "It's happening! Grunkle Stan is learning an instrument!"

"It's not an instrument, Pumpkin. It's dishware."

"It's a scrapbookortunity!"

Mabel dashed into the house once more, leaving Dipper to grin at their Grunkle Stan.

The family was only a few yards away now. Fiddleford looked between Stan, Ford, and Dipper, and straightened up in his seat.

"Alright. Alright!" He clapped his hands together. "Stanley, you get down here with me, otherwise your feet are gonna get mighty sore from standing." He yanked at Stanley's hand until he sat beside the rocking chair with a grumble.

"Now when I tap my foot," Fiddleford instructed. "You blow on the jug. One short note at a time." Fiddleford tapped his foot in demonstration. "You got that?"

Stanley rolled his eyes. "Gee, I don't know. Seems pretty complicated for the guy without a PhD."

Mabel burst through the door, camera clutched in her hands. "Got it!"

"Excuse me?"

The little boy stood on the porch, approaching the banjo case with far more trepidation than before. Eyes darting between the assembly, he dropped a few dollars in the case.

"Is this enough to play a song?"

Fiddleford didn't bother looking at the money. He turned his gaze to Stanley, who shrugged and raised the jug to his lips.

Fiddleford grinned. "You know ‘Boodle Am Shake’?"

The little boy shook his head.

"Well you're about to!" And with that he was off.

By Fiddleford's standards, it wasn't a horribly complicated tune. Ford had heard him pluck out more complex riffs while waiting for the coffee pot in their dorm room to brew. But Fiddleford was smiling. His shoulders had dropped from around his ears, and he was nodding at the little boy to tap his feet along with him. Ford hid his smile behind his hands as he watched Stanley, eyes focused on Fiddleford's bare foot with as much attention as one would give to diffusing a bomb. Next to him, Mabel was snapping pictures of the pair. Dipper stood on his other side, wearing the small smile he tended to get when feeling introspective. Ford laid his hand on Dipper's shoulder, and Dipper leaned into the touch.

The mother was smiling at her little boy, her baby having finally stopped fussing. Maybe it wasn't the grand attraction Mabel had planned, but Ford thought it was worth far more than those few dollars anyway. Nothing could be worth more than his family standing around him, his closest friend singing again.

I know this song, it don't mean a doggone thing. Just do that good old Charleston swing. When you sing...

[lvnleah]

You Can Let It Go | AWFC x teen!reader

Summary: after a long recovery after having your endo surgery, you finally make your return to the pitch but two people you were hoping to be there aren’t.

word count: 1.5k

find the series masterlist here! (currently only two parts)

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Growing up you’d never had the best relationship with your parents. In comparison to your friends, your parents were never around. You lived a comfortable lifestyle and the opportunities you were given were amazing but you’d trade everything if it meant having a closer relationship with them.

Your dad had his own lawyers firm and travelled out of the country quite a lot, your mum was a PR manager for high-profile celebrities which she also travelled a lot for. With your parents travelling a lot it meant that you were left with your grandma.

It had been two months since your endometriosis surgery, the weeks after the surgery were spent with Beth, Viv and Leah making sure you didn’t lift a finger. They cooked your meals, cleaned up after you, did your laundry and spent many days with you lying in bed watching Disney movies.

Leah visited every day after training, bringing you your favourite snacks and magazines to flick through. She was there for you no matter what time of the day it was, there was one occasion where you slipped out of bed and cried in pain in her arms while you were sleeping over.

You found yourself unable to sleep, the pain in your abdomen stubbornly refusing to go. You slipped out of bed and slowly walked down the hall to the living room where Leah, Beth and Viv were sitting on the couch a movie playing softly in the background.

“Leah,” you whispered, tapping her shoulder gently.

She stirred, blinking sleepily at you. “Hey, kid. What’s up?”

“Can’t sleep,” you admitted, your voice shaky. “The pain...it’s really bad tonight.”

Leah sat up immediately, “Okay, let’s try and get you comfortable.” She helped you back to your room, propped you up with pillows, and handed you the heating pad. “Take some more pain relief. I’ll stay with you until it kicks in.”

You nodded as Leah climbed onto the bed beside you, you cuddled into her, “I’m scared, Leah. What if this never gets better?”

“It will, kid,” Leah reassured you, her voice soft but firm. “It might take time, and it might be hard, but you’re strong. And you’re not alone in this.”

You gradually started to feel better. The pain became more manageable, and you began to regain your strength. Beth, Viv, and Leah were with you every step of the way.

Eventually, you returned to training, the physios had made up a plan that introduced you back into training slowly and carefully. The team welcomed you back with open arms. You took it one day at a time, listening to your body and not pushing yourself too hard.

The morning of your comeback game came quickly. You woke up feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, you were a little tired after not being able to sleep out of excitement. Beth and Viv were already in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. You quickly got dressed and joined them, your excitement bubbling over.

“Morning!” you greeted cheerfully, plopping down at the kitchen island.

“Morning, kid,” Beth said with a smile, flipping a pancake onto a plate. “Big day today! How are you feeling?”

“Excited! And a little nervous,” you admitted “But mostly excited, I think, I don’t know. I can’t wait to play again.”

Viv grinned, setting a glass of orange juice in front of you. “You’re going to do great. We’ve all seen how hard you’ve worked to get back to this point.”

You dug into your breakfast, the food helping to calm your nerves. “Thanks, Viv. I’m just really hoping my parents show up. I haven’t seen them in a while, and it would mean a lot if they were there.”

Beth and Viv exchanged a quick glance, but you were too focused on your pancakes to notice. “I’m sure they’ll be there,” Beth said, trying to keep her tone light.

“Yeah,” you said, a hopeful smile on your face. “It’ll be nice to have them see me play again.”

After breakfast, you grabbed your gear and headed out with Beth and Viv. The car ride to the stadium was filled with chatter and laughter, the three of you discussing tactics and game plans. Your excitement was infectious, and even Beth and Viv couldn’t help but feel the anticipation.

You arrived at Meadow Park, instantly finding Kyra and Alessia to walk around the pitch with. After that, you headed inside and changed into your kits before heading out for a warm-up.

As the warmup came to an end, you noticed Leah, Beth and Viv talking near the entrance to the changing room. Leah looked over at you, nodding before Beth and Viv walked away.

As you headed for the changing room with Kyra, laughing your heads off, Leah was waiting for you, her expression a little more serious than usual.

“Hey, kid. Can we talk for a sec?” she asked.

You felt a knot tighten in your stomach. “Sure, what’s up?”

Leah glanced around, ensuring no one else was within earshot. “I know you were hoping your parents would be here today...but they’ve not turned up, kid.”

You swallowed hard, trying to mask the sting of disappointment. “Oh, that’s okay. I figured they might not make it. Work and all.”

Leah pulled you into a hug. “I’m sorry, kid. We’re all here for you, though.”

“Yeah, I know. Thanks, Leah.” You forced a smile, determined not to let the news dampen your excitement.

As the game began, you could feel the weight of their absence pressing on you. You tried to focus but your mind kept drifting back to the empty seats where you’d hoped to see your parents. Each missed pass, each stumble felt like a personal failure, the disappointment gnawing at your confidence.

By halftime, it was clear that something was off. Beth and Viv exchanged worried glances. As you took a sip of water, Jonas walked over to you.

“I’m taking you off, okay?” He told you, “I heard what’s happened, you’re not in the right frame of mind and I don’t want any injuries. Is that okay?”

You nodded and changed into your Arsenal tracksuit before joining the rest of the team on the bench. The full-time whistle blew and you shook the hands of the other team before heading inside to gather your things.

The car ride home was silent. Beth and Viv tried to engage you in conversation, but you responded with blunt answers, your gaze fixed out the window. The tension in the car was thick, and you could feel their concern, but you were too wrapped up in your own thoughts to address it.

Why couldn’t they turn up for one thing? All you wanted was a few hours of their time.

As soon as you got home, you headed straight to your room, slamming the door behind you. The moment you were alone, the tears you’d been holding back spilt over. You curled up on your bed, clutching your childhood teddy to your chest as sobs wracked your body.

In the kitchen, Beth and Viv stood in uneasy silence, the weight of your sadness pressing down on them. “She’s really hurting, Viv,” Beth said quietly, her voice tinged with worry.

“I know,” Viv replied, her brow furrowed. “We need to do something.”

Beth nodded. “Let’s go to her.”

They made their way to your room, knocking gently on the door. “Hey, it’s just us,” Beth called softly. “Can we come in?”

You wiped your tears away quickly, trying to compose yourself. “I’m fine. Just…just need some time alone.”

“Please, kid,” Viv said, her voice tender. “Let us in.”

You hesitated, but the sincerity in their voices made you relent. “Okay,” you whispered.

They entered the room, closing the door behind them. They sat down on the end of your bed together. “We’re here for you,” Beth said, her hand resting gently on your leg.

You began to cry again, harder this time. “I just... I wanted them to be here,” you choked out. “I thought... maybe they’d come.”

Viv laid down beside you and pulled you into a hug, her arms comforting. “I know, kid. It’s okay to feel hurt. But we’re here, and we care about you so much.”

Beth rubbed your back soothingly. “You don’t have to go through this alone. We’re your family too.”

“I wish you were my parents,” you confessed through your tears. “You’ve done more for me than they ever have. I’m…I’m so stupid for thinking they’d turn up!”

Viv tightened her embrace. “We love you, Y/N. And we’ll always be here for you, no matter what.”

Beth nodded, her eyes glistening with her own tears. “You’re not alone. Not now, not ever.”

Their words, their presence, soothed the ache in your heart. For the first time, you felt the depth of their love and support, and it gave you a sense of belonging you hadn’t known you needed. The three of you sat there for a long time, holding each other until the tears finally stopped and you fell asleep.

You fell asleep in their arms, clutching your childhood teddy. Once they knew you were asleep, they slipped out of your room and let you sleep the night away.

[shapard]

Candle Night🕯️

Lucifer x Seraphim!fem!reader

Lucifer treats you after your recovery.

Smut, P in V, virgin, soft Lucifer, not proof read so mistakes ahead<3

You groaned in pain as you flexed your back. How long was it till you had a proper bath? 

Belphegor recommend you not to bath the next couple weeks when you returned from heaven after the fight. 

You can go over your body with a cloth of tissue, you just must be careful not to damage the plaster bandage. Even though Leonardo healed your broken body parts, some grew wrong and had to be broken again. Lucifer was by your side meanwhile the nurser broke your Carpal bones.

Lucifer brought you to his mansion to have a better eye at you. Lammy was always watching that you don’t have to carry anything with your healthy hand and when Lucifer wasn’t there the little lamp would carry your things with her cute little horns. Lucifer hates to leave your side, but you always tell him to help his daughter out in the hotel. 

So, he did. 

Your wish is his command. 

Yesterday you and Lucifer went to the Sloth ring to get rid of the plaster bandage. 

So, Lucifer planned to bath today and ease your aching muscles that begs for a massage. A soft knock Interrupted your trains of thoughts and Lucifer stepped inside. 

“Apple pie?” You hummed softly watching when Lucifer sat down beside you. 

The bed dipped under his weight, and you slid closer towards him. “You want to take a bath with me? You haven’t had ones in couple of months and I got a little surprise for you.” 

You chuckled at how he seems to shine bright in happiness as you agreed to take a bath with him. He didn’t waste any time and rushed with you through the halls to his huge bathroom. 

The bathtub was large and could easily fit ten sinners in it. The bathroom had beautiful Greek design shapes, making it look like the ancient Rome. 

The bathroom lights were turned off, but the room was lit with red candles. The smell of cinnamon Apple filled your nostril, reminding you of how good Lucifer smells. 

“Wow.” Your fingertips glides on the cold surface from the tub and Lucifer stood proudly naked in the room. How did he get out of clothes so fast?

Lucifer walked behind your and helped you to get undressed. Once you were standing naked with him you thought about the newer scars that adorns your body. 

The largest was the one on your thigh that Michael did to you, your worries only grew when Lucifer hasn’t moved or said anything. “You’re so beautiful dear.” Your cheek heated and you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. 

Lucifer took your hand in his and you followed him in the warm water. You sunk into the water and you let out a moan of pleasure from the warmth. The warm water was relaxing and Lucifers hands were quick to massage your back. 

This is heaven. 

Lucifer was talking to you about his little father and daughter date he and Charlie had. But all you could focus was how good his fingers worked the knots out of your shoulder and back. 

You hummed soft as he kissed your neck and said a softly I love you. 

“You enjoy this.” You moaned in response, and he chuckled. He pecked your lips and travelled down to your stomach. His hand massaged your waist, and you couldn’t help but groan in pleasure. 

Lucifers forked tongue slithered down to your now wet folds. 

He looked into your half-lidded eyes waiting for your consent and you gave him a short yes. His tongue quickly entered, and it was incredible. You completely forgot how good he is with his tongue. 

No wonder why Lilith and Eve left Adam for such a man. 

Your whole body was heated, and the water was making you feel even more dizzier than you already were. Lucifer groaned between your fold sending vibration onto your clit. 

Lucifers clawed finger started to work on your clit to get more of that delicious juice of yours. 

The first time was already addictive but now he is addicted and wants nothing more to make you cum several times on his forked tongue. 

You almost screamed when he hit your g-spot and he smirked. “Found it.” His tongue worked faster hitting the spot every time in a divine way. 

You were a moaning mess, and you grabbed his golden hair. Lucifer moaned as you pulled on his hair and his dick twitched in arousal. His other hand went up to twirl your hardened nipple and you throw your head back moaning at the pain and pleasurable twirl. 

It was just a matter of time and stamina, but your whole body shook as you came near to the high. 

You thrusted your hips up and down on Lucifers face. It was so sinful, but you couldn’t help yourself. The way his tongue moved in your womanhood so perfectly and addictive. 

Maybe it was the bond that grew stronger between you two, or it was how he mastered the art of pleasuring a woman. You don’t know. All you know is that you want this man that was between your thighs. The man that brought the light into your depressing world. 

You moaned his name out loud and your cum started to drip down his chin down to the water that moves comfortable around the both of you. 

Lucifer didn’t stop, he sucked in every drop your pussy was treating him. His tail was swaying side to side in Lust and happiness. 

You closed your legs out of over stimulation, but Lucifer would rip them open again sucking you dry. 

He just can’t stop when you taste this good and the expressions you made was just adding more oil to his fire. Finally, after a while he stops, licking his black lips to taste you a bit more. 

His pupils were blowing wide and all he could think about was claiming your right here and now. Lucifer dips down and kissed you passionate. His tip was pressed on your cunt, but he didn’t slip in, not now. 

First, he wanted to devour your lips fully.

You could taste your own liquid on his tongue mixed with his saliva. The kiss was like a way of saying welcome home. A spark that grew inside you, filling your emotion with dopamine. 

You whined as he broke the kiss, you wanted that his lips stayed longer on yours. 

“Should I stop?” Lucifer asked careful as he drew a small heart with his clawed finger. You shook your head, but Lucifer wasn’t pleased with the non-verbal answer. “Use words Apple pie.” His eyes trailed down to the small heart Tattoo you got with Angel Dust and back up to you. 

“No Luci. I want you to continue, please.” He smiled and attacked you with another mind blow kiss. “This may hurt.” But you didn’t care. You want and need Lucifer now. 

He kissed your lips and pressed his dick into your drenched pussy. You groaned as you felt something this huge in you and he wasn’t even fully in. 

He stopped as he felt a soft tear slipping out of your eye and he pushed your head deeper into his. He waited for a sign that he can push deeper in. You nod after a couple of seconds, and he slipped all of his length into you in one swift thrust. 

You moaned at the pain and pleasure. You felt so full. “I’m sorry you just feel so good.” He whined and dipped into the crook of your neck, nibbing on it Softly. 

You’ll be his death one day. You just feel too good to be true.

You were a breathing mess as the pain started to fade into pure bliss. Your hand reconnected with his hair and he understood the assignment.

 His hips moved back and forth making the water sway with your movements. The spark of the soul bond was adding to the pleasure in your body. Every time he touched you in different places and you could just cum right onto the spot. 

Lucifer felt it too. Maybe even more than you. The way your pussy clenched around him is driving him insane. He tried to hold back as much as he can because it is your first time. But your pussy just takes him so good and he’s not sure if he’ll go soft on you the next time.

This was already hard enough.

The way he moved his hips into yours and how he twitched inside you, made you want more. 

“Faster please!” You didn’t have to ask twice. Lucifer moaned and moved his hips faster against you the water started to drench the area around you. You two didn’t cared all you could focus on was how good Lucifer felt inside you.

Heavy breathing and moans filled the bathroom. If the water hadn’t been there, the whole room would be filled with sinful skin against skin clapping. 

You felt your high coming closer and closer. Your moans were starting to get louder and louder and so were Lucifers. Lucifer thumb started to circle your clit, sweat pearled down your forehead. 

This was the best feeling ever and you understand why Angel enjoys this so much. 

You both reached your peak and Lucifer whined your name into your ear as his hips stuttered forward into yours. He painted your walls in white and your pussy sucked him dry. 

You hummed as your body felt completely full and relaxed. The next two hours you two were in each other arms cuddling the day away.

_____

Charlie walked down to the kitchen when she smelled the apple pancakes. Her dad used to make them for her, so it wasn’t a surprise to find Lucifer in the kitchen. 

His skin was glowing, and he was happier than ever. His energy was more than other days which was a lot, even for Charlie.

Angel Dust sat next to Charlie; a smirk adorned his features. “They definitely had sex.”

A/n: yummy

💫

@i-have-no-life-charlie @sirenetheblogger @concentratedconcrete

[stainedglassvariations]

LADS and Claymores

Inspired by the lovely @heartswithinreach and her amazing imagines. I haven't posted anything on tumblr for YEARS, but I love the boys so much I decided to give it another go!

Inspired by the fact that I am, for the first time in my twenty three years of life, a heavy weapon main in this game. Minor spoilers for some of the main story and yes, no Sylus. I'm trying to be a good girl and not skip ahead so I haven't met him yet :(

Zayne is concerned. Throwing all that weight around everyday applies serious stress on your body, and he wants to make sure you’re taking care of yourself. Are you consuming enough protein, carbs, and water to aid in your muscle recovery? What about your sleep schedule? You are making sure to stretch before and after work, right? You always feel a little dizzy whenever you have dinner together, trying to keep up with his rapid fire questions. 

On a softer note, he always offers a massage whenever you come home with him. His evol leaves his hands blessedly cool as he rubs soothing circles in your knots. By the time he finishes, you’re a boneless, half-asleep heap on his bed. They also make up for the foul smelling horse pills he expects you to take with a full glass of cherry juice in the morning. 

During combat, he stays clear. He knows his strengths, and they don’t include trying to keep up with your great-sword swinging self. He can, however, freeze the feet of your targets which gives you ample time to wind up a decisive, fatal blow. And… you do look lovely under a shower of ice and Metaflux. 

Rafayel is upset. It’s hard to be your knight in shining armor when you’re swinging around a sword as tall as he is! Not that he wants you to be a damsel in distress anymore or anything, but a part of him misses the way you once needed him to come to your rescue. Plus, his flames and dagger are just a piss-poor combo when it comes to your team ups. You spend more energy making sure you don’t end up cleaving your favorite artist in two than you do fighting Wanderers.

Now, outside of fights, it’s a bit of a different story. If you can handle the weight of a claymore then surely holding him in your lap for hours on end is nothing in comparison, right? Oh, and he needs help moving a second wardrobe into his bedroom, you don’t mind do you? While you’re at it, Thomas is having a new frame delivered for his newest portrait so could you please bring that in with you?

You roll your eyes at the majority of his requests, but he always looks so genuinely put out whenever he sees you materialize your sword for combat that you don’t have the heart to say no. 

Xavier is confused. What’s wrong with a normal sword, why do you need one that’s almost as big as he is? You honestly don’t have an answer for him outside of “I like the way it feels” and “it’s hard to be scared shitless when you’ve got a big ass sword”. 

Really, watching you swing that thing around makes him feel tired. More so than usual he means. You’re not built for prolonged combat, so you go into every fight ready to put down the threat as quickly as humanly possible. He dutifully marches in after you, cleaning up the Wanderers lucky enough to escape your initial slaughter. 

It does make it weird for him whenever you ask him to open jars or help lift heavy boxes outside of work, though. Do you really need his help opening this pickle jar or are you just feeling lazy and don’t want to apply the effort? Your silence is telling. 

BONUS:

Caleb thinks you’re kidding. He laughs when you tell him that you chose to specialize in two-handed weapons, and then he sees your Hunter’s application. What follows is the most bizarre fight the two of you have ever had.

He asks you if you hit your head on the way to register or if you’re just stupid which immediately puts you on the defensive. When you deny both these things, he proceeds to lecture you on the long term consequences of muscle damage as if that’s the biggest thing you’ll have to worry about when you’re going to be out hunting literal aliens. Surprise, surprise, that makes him even more mad. 

In the end, the truth comes: he hates that you’re becoming a Deepspace Hunter. It’s a surprising show of vulnerability that makes your chest go tight and your knees weak. You toe the ground, suddenly too shy to look up at his face, and mumble something about switching over to mid-range pistols before hightailing it out of his room. You don’t, of course, you forget somewhere in the two minutes it takes to wrench open your bedroom door and dive under the covers. The look on his face when he sees you going through some exercises while back home from basic almost, just almost, makes it worth it.

[jjenthusee]

Late Night Talks Pt. 2

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

A/N: After posting the first part (linked here), I felt unsatisfied at the ending. Then after reading comments and reblogs, you guys felt the same. Great minds think alike! So I whipped out my phone, wrote out a couple lines and tried a couple edits that I thought would give these two a satisfying ending, but I realized that if I planned it, it didn’t feel right. So, I went off instinct and I hope this lives up to what you guys expect :D ( @nckcn your wish is my command hope you enjoy these two being clumsy again <3, @misadear i hope this qualifies as hurt/comfort <3, @janybabyy you wont have to buy a new pair of locks <3, and @heavysighing-dreamyeyes since you gave us a second part to your kitchen dances fic I had to do the same <3) as always comment if your comfortable, reblog, and ENJOY

Tags: Jason is clumsy, fluff worth vomiting over, anxious Jason, hurt/comfort ;D

Word Count: 2.6k

Your back hurt, your head ached.

The back of your eyes stung as you tried to open them, the sun’s rays engulfing the entire couch.

At some point in the night you must have crawled up from the intense crying session you had on the floor.

The puffiness surrounding your eyes weren’t going to be fun to get rid of. Nothing like cold spoons to start your morning.

Your mind swirled as you sat up, slowly moving yourself into a sitting position. Bracing your feet to touch the cold floor, but it was soft and fluffy.

You leaned forward, looking down to find a blanket had fallen, sprawled in various folds and flattened as your feet rested on it.

“Did I grab a blanket last night?” You asked yourself, standing up, wondering for a second in confusion.

Then you glanced at the window where the bright sun rays invaded the room. It was shut, but not locked.

Weird. You thought.

Your face suddenly contorting as the memories flooded in. One by one, hearing your voice from last night flood your head like your own mind wanted you to face the consequences.

You sighed into the air, finally bending down to remove the blanket from the floor. Neatly folding it and placing it where you once laid.

You slowly rubbed at the fabric, mindlessly repeating the movements as you thought to yourself.

“He came back.”

You had memories of him visiting your drinking session and Jason had left clues that he had came back from suddenly leaving. He didn’t have to, but the blanket, the clean coffee table, and unlocked window meant he had cleaned up. He got you to bed. Took care of you.

“Shit.” You breathed out. “He must have saw and heard everything.”

You groaned, rubbing your hands down your face.

You needed some cold spoons and some medicine.

——

You had to give it to yourself, despite the horrible drunk late night confession, you were glad it only started your weekend. You couldn’t imagine going to work the day after everything.

You could safely rot throughout your day, wasting the day away from your mistakes.

So after a good look in the fridge, you settled for leftovers and a half drunken apple juice. Interesting combo, but you just needed something to digest.

The rest of the day went by as uneventful as your morning.

Laying on the couch, aimlessly watching videos on your phone, reading random posts.

Recovery was awful, especially a mental one.

How were you going to talk to Jason? Would he ever come back? Would you have to fake a robbery scenario? No, that was a bit much.

As you aimlessly thought, yogurt and spoon in hand, the sound of a latch broke your focus.

Click.

Heavy boots hit the floor, scaring you as your head moved to the sounds.

You were wrapped in the same blanket from that morning, a small yogurt stain adoring it, but all the same.

“Jason?” You called out, stunned.

He was frantically walking to you, full Red Hood gear, red helmet on his head rather than a domino mask.

He had a hand full of paper bags in his hands. He stopped directly in front of you, looking down at you, a shadow casted on your body from his sheer mass.

“Jason—what? Why are you—“ You stammered, tilting your face in confusion.

“I don’t understand.” Jason exhaled.

“Wha—I mean, I don’t understa—“

“I don’t know how I got here. I don’t know why I have all these bags with me, but I couldn’t leave.” Jason shoved all the bags onto your lap at once.

You couldn’t do anything as the bags fell on one another, another falling to the floor, the contents spilling out. You watched because Jason blocked the coffee table to put down your yogurt and spoon.

“I don’t know. I bought you all this stuff, but I was only planning to get some toothpaste, but it bothered me so much. Last night, I had never heard you talk so much or seen you that gone. But I got worried then I walked to the medicine aisle, then I was walking by the snacks—“ Jason rambled, pacing in front of you, not really understanding how everything escalated when he came to you.

Jason couldn’t hear you repeat his name, so you let him finish. You looked at the contents on your lap. Aspirin, cheeseballs, an ice pack, water, and many more items that you couldn’t look at because you wordlessly held yogurt at the surprise intrusion.

“—then the guy at the cash register was looking at me funny, like ‘What? You don’t see vigilante’s shop at midnight?’ This is Gotham for crying out loud, but I was worried you wouldn’t take care of yourself, although I think it was my fault.”

“Jay, breathe.”

Jason took a quick breath, unconsciously obeying you.

“But that isn’t why I’m here. I couldn’t understand anything that night.” Jason stopped pacing and faced you directly.

After staring at each other for a second too long, you exhaled, motioning Jason to sit next to you with a spoon still in your hand. The couch dipping from his weight and the paper bags leaning toward him.

“I’ve repeated that conversation a million times in my head, but every time I got to the end, it bothered me so much.” Jason frustratingly told you.

You met, what you assumed to be Jason’s stare, from under the helmet, modulated breaths falling with his chest. You looked at your red reflection, watching the tiredness in your eyes. You looked awful.

“Why are you bothered, Jay?” You asked, finally putting the yogurt and spoon down since your visitor stopped pacing.

A lot was happening right now, but in some ways you were relieved that Jason came back. Frantic, but you could deal with that.

“I couldn’t reject you. It didn’t even cross my mind.” Jason admitted, helmet expressionless. You wondered if he could have said any of this without his helmet shielding his face, his expression.

“I told you, I would let you ruin me.” You answered. Watching his movements, trying to find any sign of what he truly wanted.

“But I don’t deserve it. As long as I have this scar marking my face, I won’t be worthy enough for you.”

“I disagree.” You soothed. You kept your voice calm, trying not to frighten Jason and his sudden vulnerability.

“Why?!” Jason nearly yelled in disbelief. “I don’t understand how you can love me when I haven’t done anything that deserves it!”

Jason was breathing rapidly, his modulator breaking in and out.

You carefully moved the blanket and the paper bags off you, moving yourself closer to Jason. You moved your hands up, making sure they were visible to him.

“I’m going to remove your helmet. Are you okay with that, Jason?” You waited, but no answer came out of the man in front of you. “I’m going to remove it because I want to see you and make sure you’re breathing okay, okay?”

He didn’t answer again.

You meticulously moved to his face, moving his helmet up, sections of Jason’s face becoming visible to you. Messy and matted hair covering his head and forehead.

You settled the helmet next to you.

His eyes shifting anxiously, his body looked like it was almost vibrating.

You stood up from the couch, slowly kneeling on the ground in front of Jason, carefully closing yourself in between his legs. Leaving enough space between the two of you, so you didn’t touch.

Now that you were in front of him, you locked onto his eyes. Making sure he was paying attention to you. You took deep breaths, guiding Jason to do the same. At first, he clumsily puffed, but once he balanced his rhythm with yours, his shoulders were evening as they lowered the more he calmed himself.

You didn’t want to break any boundaries because he was overwhelmed. You wanted to calm him, not heighten his current state.

With a steady breath, you laid your hands in your lap, keeping your eye contact with Jason.

“I don’t mind all the gifts, I’m happy you got them for me. I appreciate them because I know you thought of me when you bought them. The water, my favorite snack, and the medicine, but what I truly want right now is you.”

You kept your voice as normal as possible. Trying to show Jason that vulnerable conversations were okay, they were more than okay. They should be okay.

“You are already worthy enough of my love, Jason. More than worthy. I’m proud of you, that you tried to convey it to me too. I have things I need to work on as well.”

You smiled at Jason, gazing up at his head drooped down to you. You were glad he was okay with the closeness, the intimacy.

“I didn’t tell you my feelings the right way.” You continued, a chuckle bubbling in your throat. “I promised myself to do this sober, if I got the chance again, no wine in my system this time.”

Jason weakly smiled like the sound of your laugh calmed him. His hair drooping down to his forehead. He had leaned forward enough to rest his hands on his knees.

The more you talked to him, the closer he was getting to you. It could have been unconscious or he intended for it to happen, but he was drawn to you like a magnet.

“No, no, no.” Jason whispered as he shook his head from side to side. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I’m glad you think so, but I should have said it better and at a pace you were comfortable with.”

Jason didn’t respond. He was at a loss for words, not really understanding what direction he needed to address things.

So you guided him, letting him take his first steps into emotional vulnerability.

“I would like to know how you’re feeling. You can tell me things like if I’m overwhelming you, if I need to clarify anything, or anything you can think of. Because that’s the best part of all of this, we get to learn about each other. I get to understand who Jason is and you can learn as much as you want about me.”

Jason meekly reached his hand out to you. Slowly, carefully like he didn’t know if his body was capable of being gentle, but the fears left him once he touched your face. His fingers cupping your cheek.

Nervously watching your reaction, he was anticipating you to pull back, to react with disgust. But you sat there, staying the same way you did.

Then once he felt better, more at ease, he moved his hand further to you, his hand was large enough that some of his fingers touched behind your ear, rubbing at your hair line.

You closed your eyes, exhaling at the relief that he was okay, that he was initiating a new step in your relationship.

You focused on the small rubs from his thumb. Unconsciously leaning into it, Jason simultaneously sucking in a breath.

He was shocked that you let him do this. Numerous times was he close to grabbing your hand, wiping your tears when you cried, and touching your hair. He had restrained himself every time the thought distracted him, but now that he got a small taste of heaven, he didn’t know if he could ever live without it.

“That night…” Jason hesitated.

You opened your eyes, slowly blinking your eyelashes to look up at him.

He lost his breath again, seeing you sitting there, paying attention to him, anticipating what he was going to say.

“That—that night I did come back. It probably wasn’t a good idea after what happened, but I wanted to see you. You were sound asleep, your face drying from the tears and I helped clean up.”

You carefully listened, letting Jason talk as slowly or as much as he wanted.

“I carried you onto the couch and I covered you with a blanket. And I left, but I didn’t go far. I spent a while sitting on the roof of the building across.” Jason’s eyes softened as he spoke, reminiscing.

“I had to carefully think of everything you said. I was so scared that I almost left and never came back. But when I was ready to run, I couldn’t get the image of how hurt you were, crying into the couch.”

You placed your hand over Jason’s. Both warming your cheek.

“I couldn’t bear the thought of you going through that again. Without me.” Jason’s voice hardened, frustrated with his thoughts and contradictions. “But, you also don’t need me. You deserve better.”

“And you are my ‘better.’ You see a version of me that I hate, but you still treat me as I am. I feel safe with you, you lift me up in ways I don’t have the words to describe. I don’t deserve you, Jason.”

Jason moved down to the floor with you, joining you in a kneel, his knees on the sides of yours, demonstrating the sheer size difference.

He cupped your face in both of his hands, his face close to yours, a serious look in his eyes.

“No, you’re perfect. You’ve even accepted me.” He trembled again, not the same as his anxiousness from before. A gentle tremble that embodied all his emotions, his tenderness.

“Jason, you love so much. You love so much that you can’t handle all of it in your heart and I admire that about you. You care about so many people and things that you end up hurting a lot. I want to be there next to you, hurting along with you.” You inhaled, your lungs and throat stinging from your need to tell Jason all your feelings. “I want to live a life filled with your love. I love you, so so much that it hurts.”

Jason wiped your tears with his thumbs. He leaned in, brushing his lips near yours, his eyelashes nearly touching his cheeks as he looked at you.

“I love you too, I want to see you make mistakes, smile when I think of you. I can finally breathe when I’m next to you.”

You trembled at Jason’s words. The raw vulnerability he was giving you.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about what you said. And you were wrong. I want to be next to you. You said it felt right and I believe it too. I know you told me not to tell you, that it would ruin you, but I want to ruin you.”

Jason breathed, the air touching your lips that left his.

“I’m selfish too because I want every part of your life.” Jason whispered onto your lips.

“And you can have it.” You whispered back.

Then Jason leaned in, taking all the breath from your lungs as he kissed you. Your head leaning back at the sweet weight of him.

It was perfect, the two of you kneeling toward one another, your face held in Jason’s hands, his body pulling you in.

As you lost your breathe, your legs wobbled from all the want radiating from the man in front of you.

You leaned away, panting, pausing from the possibility of consuming all of Jason’s love at once. A beautiful overwhelming feeling.

Jason held you, not wanting to part an inch further. He watched you take your breaths.

“You’re breathtaking.” He lulled, kissing your eyes, your nose, the corner of your mouth.

You giggled at the brief kisses. Holding onto his arms, feeling the muscle flex underneath.

After endless kisses, you slept well in the arms of the man you love, tangled in the cushions of the couch that witnessed the end of a relationship and the start of another.

[diana-thyme]

Magic For The Disabled

A few things that I do when I’m at my lowest. Made specifically for disabled people, but anyone can do these! See this post for low energy witchcraft ideas not directly related to disabilities.

Enchant your blanket for a good night’s rest

Enchant your coffee/juice/water/NyQuil/whatever you’re drinking to aid in recovery

Enchant food to aid in recovery

Place sigils around to aid in recovery, memory, etc.

Keep relaxing herbs/stones/etc. around

Cast a sleep aid spell (I have a bag with lavender and amethyst hanging on a bedpost)

Cast a recovery spell (I have another bag with a variety of protection and rest herbs and crystals)

Enchant fidgets or objects used to stim to calm you and to never break

Use energy magic instead of physical spells.

Use art/writing/etc. magic! Draw sigils, deities, write spells, recipes, shopping lists, etc.

Stir and infuse good energy/banishing into teas or coffees.

Keep some supplies nearby (i.e. tea lights, a lighter, grimoire, oils, etc.).

Use showers, washing of face/hands, etc. for cleansing.

Brush out the bad energy when brushing your hair.

Ward health aids or mobility aids against breaking and bless them to work quickly and well.

Use apps or websites for sigils, spells, etc. (VirtualCandleSpell for digital candle spells, Craiyon for sigils).

Keep room sprays near you and bless them to serve a certain purpose.

Make emoji/song spells! Use corresponding emojis and charge them with intent. Use corresponding songs, put them on a playlist, charge them, and listen to it whenever you want to cast it.

Use makeup/skincare as glamours.

Use sunscreen as protection!

Use wax warmers and melts instead of candles.

Use oils in diffusers instead of candles or incense.

Enchant anything you use daily.

[vanishingstarrs]

hello! it me again :> sorry to bother you

I read your one shot "Try again" feat. Katsuki x reader. in it, you wrote that you'd love to write for Denki as well. did you or do you happen to know if anyone wrote a Denki x reader story / one shot or drabble where he charges everyone's gadget (phones, laptops, etc.) but readers? and he confronts them when they explain they just don't want to exploit him (like the others)? if not, how your take would be? thank you!

( hellooo ☞ ☜ this is so late omg i’m v sorry but this has been in my drafts forever and i finally finished it the other day !! i’ve never come across this fic, but i’m sure some variation of it must already exist, here is my vers. though !! pls enjoy <33 )

electric touch

You were walking down the hallway, frowning to yourself as your phone announced once again that it was low on battery. You fumbled with your cord, trying to get the damn thing to cooperate with your portable charger, which unfortunately seemed to be also lacking any of its power.

It looked like you would have to sit at the very back of class in order to plug in your phone.

Just as you began to look around your book bag for any signs of your wall plug in, you saw a group of your classmates gathering around the lockers.

You hesitated, wondering why everyone was making so much commotion.

You walked up to Jiro and nudged her side in order to get her attention,“Hey, babe, what’s going on over here?”

She chuckled,“Just Kaminari being his usual gullible self. Did you know there was a power outage last night? No one’s phone is charged, and Mineta convinced him to see how many phones he can get to a hundred before he runs out of juice and starts acting fucking stupid.”

The longer she talked, the deeper your frown became. You walked around your friend, poking your head into the classroom and spotting your class vice president and one of your best friends.

“Momochan!” You approached her desk,“Haven’t you heard what’s going on outside? Don’t you think we should stop it before he gets hurt?”

“Kaminari knows his limits.” Iida, the class president, came over as he overheard everything going on,“He’s also been warned about doing things like this before class, if he does, indeed, get hurt then he’ll be missing class in order to go to Recovery Girl and that’s solely on him.”

You huffed, turning helplessly to Aizawa for help,“Sensei—”

“Don’t involve me.” The tired man sighed.

You threw your arms up in exasperation,“Whatever!”

You took your book bag and tossed it on the desk at the very back of the class, going as far as to move the table a bit more to reach the wall plug in before going back to your previous task and looking for your charger, only to come up blank. You’d probably left it in your dorm room. Fuck. Okay, this was fine. You didn’t need your phone, and you could definitely survive without it. At least until lunch when you could go back to the dorms to grab your charger. You would just focus on work until then.

It wasn’t really too low anyway, you decided as you moved it to the edge of your desk. You wouldn’t use it unless it was emergent.

Aizawa deemed the period to be catch up time, and since you were already caught up with all your work, you decided to get ahead on future assignments. You had a project coming up in Mic’s class that he’d mentioned last week, he’d given everyone the work packets early just in case the class had procrastinators like him (his words). You worked silently, ignoring your classmates titters and giggles as they avoided working.

Your eyes couldn’t help wander over to Kaminari’s empty seat throughout the period, and even during your next few classes.

Once lunch rolled around, you motioned your friends to go on without you before turning in the other direction and heading for the infirmary. You walked in, eyes searching for Recovery Girl, but she seemed to be out.

“Hm…”

You walked further into the room, eyeing the curtain pulled in front one of the beds,“Kaminari? You in here?”

A body sitting upright immediately startled you, as a voice called out,“L/N?!”

You went around the curtain, raising your hand for a wave like an idiot and giving him a smile,“How are you feeling?”

Kaminari groaned as he sat up further,“Well, I’m not dumb anymore, I mean I am, but not in the sense that… you know what I mean. Anyway, I was just waiting on Recovery Girl to come back and dismiss me, think someone got hurt over in 2B.” He kind of went off on a tangent,“Man, I’m starving.”

You opened your bag and pulled out a clementine, going straight to peeling it,"Here."

"Thanks." His eyes lit up as he took the pieces you were handing him,"So... what brings you here?"

“Just wanted to check on you…” You shrugged when your phone dinged.

kyoka ♪ ( / ⌒0⌒＼) ツ: girl where did u go ??

y/n ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ: felt bad, came 2 infirmary to check on kaminari, start w out me !!

“Hey, your phone is—”

“It’s fine.” You chuckled as you put it away,“I won’t need it too bad, plus I already borrowed a wall port from Jiro, I’ll just sit in the back in math and get it some juice.”

“But I can—”

“Really, Kaminari, it’s fine.” You stood up, just as Recovery Girl came back,“I’ll see you in class, hopefully?”

“You don’t need to leave on my account, dear.” Recovery Girl took one look at him and nodded,“You two can head off. Nice of your girlfriend to come and check on you after the stunt you pulled this morning.”

“Oh she’s not—”

“I’m not—”

She gave a knowing look, stopping you both from saying anything else.

You chuckled awkwardly and the woman seemed to shoo you away as she began stripping the sheets on the cot Kaminari had just been on, he stood up as he was kicked out of bed and followed you into the hallway.

You offered him another orange slice.

“Walk to lunch together?” He asked with a grin.

“Okay.” You agreed,“Yeah, I mean, we’re both heading over there.”

“Right.” He nodded.

You walked in silence for a bit until he stopped all together and you turned to look at him, questioning,“You feeling okay?”

“You never ask me to charge your phone for you.”

"Right..." You weren't sure where this was headed.

"And you never laugh at me whenever my brain gets fried and I turn into an idiot... everyone else always makes fun of me and the fact that I don't really have a handle on my quirk yet, despite the year being more than halfway through."

You frowned,"That's not true, I think you've come a long way."

"There you go being nice to me again." He seemed almost exasperated… with himself? You couldn’t tell. “Why do you do that?"

"Because I'm nice?" You shrugged, unsure of what he meant exactly,"I don't know, do you want me to be mean to you, Kaminari? Because I couldn't do that. I never even ask you to charge my phone for me, it just feels like... I don't know, exploitation of your power?"

"But you've asked others to use their power to help you before, what about when you asked Sero to help tape your binder back together? Or when you had Jiro eavesdrop on Ectoplasm and Miss Midnight to know what you scored on the math test?" He brought up several points.

You felt yourself get flustered,"That's different, they're my friends so I felt comfortable asking them to do those things."

"Are we not friends?" He pouted.

"We are!" You tried to think of what to say.

"Then what's up? Why is it different when it comes to them?"

"Because I like you!" You finally revealed, you took a deep breath and turned away from him as you felt your embarrassment overpower any other emotion,"It's different because I have a crush on you, and I know you've never seen me that way, it's why you flirt with literally everyone except me, but it's okay because I would never hold that against you, and I'm rambling now, but the whole point of this, I think, is already lost, and I should get going, I'm sorry I made this whole thing super awkward, you don't have to say any—”

"I like you too."

"What?" Your eyes were wide now.

"I have a crush on you." He repeated with a laugh,"I never flirt with you because I could never stand to face your rejection, even as a joke, plus I never want to make you uncomfortable... I've liked you since the entrance exams when you beat me to one of those stupid robots, showing everyone just how strong you are."

"Oh." Was all you could say.

He grinned, cheeks looking a lot more full of color now than he had earlier that day when he landed himself a bed in the infirmary. You weren’t sure if it was because he felt better now or because he was slightly blushing.

“Oh. That's all you got to say?"

"Kind of...?” You were definitely blushing. “I don't know what to do now…”

The boy laughed, walking back over to you and taking your hand in his,"This okay to start?"

"Yeah." You agreed, readily.

Your hands must’ve been clammy, or his were, or it was some side effect from him having overused his quirk earlier, but you were sure his touch was electric.

"Good." He smiled,"Now give me your phone, there's no way I'm letting my crush walk around on five percent."

You hesitated.

"I won't go stupid again, promise, it's just one and that would be seriously embarrassing if it happened." He explained, and when you still didn't hand over the device to him, he groaned,"C'mon, please? How else am I supposed to sneakily enter my number in your phone?"

And you couldn’t say no to that.

[luveline]

hi sweetheart , ur amazing , was wondering if you could write an eddie & roan fic , where whereas eddie was in the hospital that one time , its r’s turn , not to serious but definitely something youd fine yourself worrying about ! and ed and roanie r so worried , sorta like the scene from the work trip 🥹

PLS i love u angel

thank you for your request, ilove u! eddie and roan —dad!eddie juggles his daughter roan, nearly step mom!you, and his own rollercoaster emotions when you end up in hospital for a few days. 4k

cw hospital stay, seizure recovery, temporary paralysis

Eddie's never been this tired in his entire life, and he can't sleep. 

He looks up at his bedroom ceiling (your ceiling, your house), hands under his back in the same clothes he wore yesterday. She'll worry if I show up looking like a slob, he thinks eventually, getting up to shower. The last thing he wants to do when he can't take care of you is take care of himself, but he has to, because that's what you'd want if you were home. 

Roan is stirring by the time he's dressed again. He tugs his socks on and walks across the landing, residual steam from the bathroom warming the air, his hair dripping a cool path down his back. 

He creeps over a mess of things that hasn't been touched in two days. Roan's eyes fly open at the sound, but she sees him and they squint to a more sluggish expression, little hands rubbing sleep from her eyelashes. 

Eddie thinks maybe she thought he was you. 

"Hey, bubby," he says, as loving and bubbly as he can manage, "did you have a nice sleep?" 

"Can we go see Y/N now?" she asks hoarsely. 

Eddie sits on the side of her bed and pulls her effortlessly into his lap. She's boiling from the sheets, her hair curled tight at her neck from the heat. 

"Remember what I said yesterday about visiting hours?" He strokes hair from her face gently, an arm wrapped around her waist to say I'm here. "They won't let us in until nine, and it's not eight yet." 

He drops his nose into her hair. 

"Maybe we can go get a really yummy breakfast," he suggests, thinking about you. You're probably awake, and if he's lucky you've eaten your own breakfast, but it's more likely you've refused it if you're as lethargic as you were yesterday.  

"I don't want diner burgers anymore," Roan says. 

Eddie gives her a kiss and her back a rub. "No, I bet you don't. Sorry, sweetheart, it's not nice having the same foods for two days in a row, is it? That's my fault." 

"It's okay. Let's make waffles." 

He kisses her forehead, taking a contemplative breather, just the two of them in their quiet house, her body a familiar weight in his lap. The sun is up and shining through her window, sunlight across the floor and her spilled toybox. It doesn't quite reach them on the bed, and Eddie snorts at it. Of course it doesn't. Home without you isn't sunny.  

"Waffles," he agrees. 

They make waffles with leftover strawberries and squirty cream. Roan is perky enough to want to have some straight from the can, giggling a storm when he plops a dollop of it onto her nose. He gets her ready as she eats, brushing her knotty hair and changing her pyjamas for a striped long sleeve shirt, wool leggings, and a dungaree dress you'd begged him to buy for her. The front pocket sports a small embroidered Russian doll. 

She should've had a bath, but it's getting on, and Eddie wants to get to Hawkins General dead on visiting time. She's not dirty, just her hair isn't as nice as it could be. He figures the universe will forgive him. 

He really has to see you. 

Getting Roan into the car rehashes a fresh memory. The day before yesterday… things should've been normal. Eddie was walking out of the shop, keys swinging around his finger ready to see his girls for your usual Friday plans: movies on the couch until one or all of you falls asleep. He's thinking kettle corn, a sheet of a dozen donuts, a gallon of Roan's favourite grapefruit juice and maybe another punnet of strawberries so she can dip them in chocolate and sugar. 

But Wayne jogged out after him calling his name. There was a phone call from your work, your coworker frantic. 

Eddie blinks and shoves his keys into the car, listening to the engine sputter, trying to focus. A tonic-clonic seizure, seven minutes counted before it stopped. You were already in the ambulance when they called. 

"What do I do?" Eddie'd asked, frozen to the spot. His heart pounding unsteadily in his chest, the image of you in convulsions behind his eyes. "What do I–"

"You go to the hospital," Wayne said, because of course that's what he had to do. 

Wayne vowed to pick up Roan and Eddie got in the car. His hands shook so bad he couldn't turn the key at first, but he managed it, and he got to Hawkins General in one piece, and he didn't panic at the reception desk asking if you'd been checked in yet. 

Eddie doesn't think he'd described you as looking small before, but you looked small. They laid you out in a snug bed with square orange stickers on your head, chest, and arms, unconscious. You didn't wake up for hours. 

And that was normal, Eddie reminds himself now, the car huffing and puffing its way down roads he's been driving on for almost a decade now on autopilot. You had a standard generalised tonic-clonic seizure. It started from nowhere, though they later found your blood sugar had been very low. That was deemed the cause. Eddie blames himself for it in a hundred different ways, remembering that morning, how he'd made you late for work cuddling you when you should've been getting ready. 

You skipped breakfast. He thought you'd have something on the way, but you never did. 

It's my fault, he thinks, then and now, the same thought that's plagued him for three days. 

"Do we wanna talk about how we feel today?" Eddie asks, tearing himself away from the aching remembered fear and back into the present. Five minutes until he gets to see you again, until he knows for sure you're alright.

"I feel okay. I want to see mom." 

"We're almost there. You have your flowers from the back yard?" 

Roan waves her picked daisies at him assuredly. Eddie hadn't thought to buy you flowers. He could barely manage the essentials; pyjamas, toothpaste and lip balm. He forgot to get you a toothbrush. He forgot underwear —he had to go back to the store. It was a disaster. 

"What about scary feelings?" Eddie asks softly, reaching back to make a grab for her knee. 

"You said she's okay now." Roan sits forward. "What if her arms stop working again?" 

It was only one arm. You could've come home yesterday if you hadn't been experiencing a weakness called 'Todd's Paresis', a paralysis of the limbs. You slowly regained functionality of it throughout the day, but your headache and confusion remained. 

Eddie thinks that was the worst part. You, in bed, crying because you didn't understand. His eyes burn and well with tears every time he thinks about it. Eddie, I feel sick, you'd mumbled tearfully, reaching for his arm, smudging his tattoos between your careless fingers, I don't know what's– why are we here?

But you were genuinely going to be fine, even if you were scared. In the same way Eddie's going to be okay, and Roan will be, too, as long as he makes sure this isn't hurting her as it's happening. 

"Baby, I promise you her arms won't stop working again. When she had the seizure," —he doesn't like using a big word like that with her, only there's no alternative and she needs to know�� "her brain was confused. It was confused for a couple of hours, 'n' when she woke up her body needed time to catch up." He doesn't know how true it is, but it's for Roan to understand her feelings, not to help her medicinal education. "When we said goodnight she could wave bye to us, yeah? So don't worry about mommy's arm." 

"I'm worried about mommy's everything." 

"Yeah?" Eddie feels a mixture of stress at her admission and relief as the hospital parking lot creeps into view. "You want to tell me?" 

"What if she gets another one?" 

"Another seizure?" Eddie asks, turning the wheel. All he has to do is drive into the lot and find a space without crashing. 

"Will she have to come back to hospital?" Roan asks. 

"Yeah, she would have to come back. But… okay, sometimes, people have lots of seizures all the time, and they aren't dangerous. Sometimes they are dangerous," he amends. "But lots of the time they're not. So if she did have more, I would make sure she didn't get hurt and we would have to be brave all over again. We can do that, can't we?" 

He parks the car. 

Roan doesn't look as though his explanation helped. Eddie's running on an empty tank, scrubbing his hands through half dried hair and wishing he was better at this. He gets out of the front seat and opens her door, unclicking her straps, helping her down onto her feet. 

"Babe, I forgot your jacket," he says, surprised at himself as he realises she only has two layers. "Are you cold?" 

She holds out her arms and assesses for herself. "I think so." 

"You'll have to come inside my hoodie. Shall we do that?" he asks with a grin.

Eddie picks Roan up, has her cling to his neck, and zips his hoodie up over her body, their head sticking out of the hole all squished together. She's a laughing mess as they cross the lot and head into the main building of the hospital, infectiously happy as she calls him, "so silly, daddy." 

They do look silly, but Eddie's glad he forgot her jacket. It's nice to hear her laughing like that after such a tough weekend, far from the one he'd pictured. 

He tries to set her down after they've entered the elevator, but she won't go. He holds her tighter instead. 

"We're going to be nice and quiet on the ward 'cos there are other grown ups here, and some of them are in a lot of pain," he reminds her.

"We should've brought flowers for everybody." 

"How many do you have, sweetheart?" he asks, watching the floor number tick upward. 

"I have, um." She pulls her hand back from his neck, four rumpled daisies choked in her fingers. "No, I can't give them to everyone else, I only have enough for mommy." 

Eddie's noticed a very high ratio of 'mommy' when compared to Roan's usual mix these last few days. If anyone asks who her mom is she says it's you enthusiastically, but if she's talking to you face to face she'll call you whatever she feels like. Mom tends to come out more when she's tired, when she's feeling adored, or when she's upset, but that isn't to say she won't call you mom at random moments. Why is the window glass all blurry, mom? I didn't 'member to feed Lucky, mommy, you have to get the fish food. Mom, I need more soda. 

Roan was too old when you met to mistake you for her mother. You're growing into the title. Roan's growing into using it. 

"That's okay. You keep them all for mom," he whispers. 

"We won't show anyone so they don't feel left out," she whispers back. 

"Good plan." 

When Wayne brought Roan by the first night, she was just happy to see you both. Unlike when Eddie burned his arm, you weren't alert enough to be in any pain, and so she didn't have to be scared of that. Wayne kept his cool when he picked her up, mitigating most of the panic she probably would've felt had Eddie been there. She wasn't happy to see you unwell, but she wasn't scared. She hasn't cried. 

Eddie knows from experience that a lack of tears now doesn't mean they aren't coming. 

You're sitting up in bed, showered, in a fresh pair of pyjamas with a cup of coffee held between two strong hands. You have a magazine on your knee. Even your hair looks nice. It's a goddamn miracle in Eddie's eyes —he nearly drops Roan. 

"My Munsons!" you say happily, putting your coffee on the tray table wheeled over your bed. "What the heck, you told me you'd be here at nine and it's nine oh seven. I thought we loved each other?" 

Oh thank fucking God, Eddie thinks. You're okay. You sound yourself again, no pain, no hazy confusion. 

"You're conjoined," you say, smiling. 

Eddie scrambles to unzip his jacket. Roan throws herself out of his arms and on to the end of your bed. You push your tray table and coffee sloshes everywhere in your rush to make room for her. 

"Good morning," she says, slamming into you. Eddie winces at her force, and Roan must recognise her brutality, saying, "Sorry, I hugged you hard." 

"That's okay, I like hard hugs," you say, wrapping your arms around her. 

Eddie gets his knee on the mattress to grab you both in his own hug. Tears burn in his eyes. He doesn't have the wherewithal to blink them back, dropping his lips to your forehead. "I was so worried," he says, unable to hide how high and fraught his voice is. 

"Eddie," you murmur softly. "My love, it's okay. I'm just fine, you didn't have to worry about me." 

"But I did, you were–" He clears his throat. "I love you." 

"I love you too," you say, your hand crawling up his front. You curve your palm around his neck. "Baby, I'm so sorry." 

Eddie laughs and sniffs, sitting back on your bed to wipe his eyes with his wrist. His hands are shaking. "It's okay, it's alright. I don't want you sorry for nothing. We just wanted you to get better. Isn't that right, Ro?" 

Roan picks her head up from your neck, tears pumping down her face. 

Eddie's heart hurts seeing it, even if he was expecting it. You, on the other hand, hadn't had that foresight. You look at her like she's split you clean in two. 

"Princess, what's the matter?" you implore, cuddling her back into your chest. "I know it's really scary being here, lovely girl, I know. It's okay." 

Roan doesn't explain herself, just sobs little sobs into your shirt, clutching you as though she's worried you'll push her away. 

Eddie puts his hand on her back. 

"I'm sorry," you say softly, sounding weak yourself.

"Don't be sorry, are you kidding? It was my fault," Eddie says. 

"What?" 

"I made you late, you didn't eat breakfast–" 

"Eddie–" 

"Don't fucking say sorry–" 

"Eddie," you say again, rubbing Roan's back. You give him a soft look. 

"Sorry," he says. He takes a big breath, victim of an overflow of emotion. 

Eddie slides further up the bed to get a better hold on Roan where she's being hugged. "I'm very sorry for cussing, baby. How are you feeling, huh? Happy to see mommy with both arms, is that it?" 

"So happy," she sobs, pushing her lips closer to your ear and her flowers into your neck. "I brought you flowers to help you get better but you're better already." 

Eddie doesn't know what to do besides pat her back and cling to you.

After a big healthy cry fest, you lay back in your pillows with Roan propped against your front, speaking at a much more acceptable volume considering your three neighbours in the room. You rub her back with one hand and feed her hard pretzels with the other, passing your pinky finger over her cheeks as a makeshift handkerchief to collect the last of her tears. Her daisies wilt in a cup of fruitless water on the nightstand. 

"Is that what all the fuss was about? You worried daddy wasn't gonna enable your snack addiction?" you ask fondly, 

"Dad gives me lots of snacks. We had Benny's two times yesterday and then we had ice cream with every topping for after dinner." 

"I'm glad he's been spoiling you," you say. 

"Too much Benny's, wasn't it?" Eddie prompts, meeting your eyes with a bemused grin, his head twitching with a headache that doesn't fit the mood. "She said to me before breakfast she didn't want any today. We had waffles in the waffle maker and blueberries and strawberries." 

"With squirty cream," Roan says, opening her mouth wide for another pretzel. 

You indulge her and feed her. 

"You didn't enjoy burgers for lunch and dinner?" you ask. 

"We had Reuben sandwiches and loaded fries for dinner, it wasn't as torturous as it sounds." 

"It sounds delicious," you say, kissing Roan's pale forehead. "I wish I'd been there to steal all the bacon bits off of your fries. Now I'm better, maybe we can go and have them again, give me a fighting chance."  

"No!" Roan says with a laugh.

"No? So selfish, Ro, you know I want whatever you're eating." You kiss her crown and adjust your arms around her.

"Now you're better, I think we should have the, um, the special curry dad makes with rice and peas." 

"Oh, yeah?" Eddie asks. "Mom's better so dad can go back to his life of serfdom. That's awesome." 

In actuality, Eddie would make you complicated, exhausting meals multiple times a day for the rest of your life if it meant you didn't end up here again. He has a strict breakfast plan forming in his mind as you speak.

"They said they were gonna check me one last time and if I'm okay I get to go home. Soon as the doctor can come and see me and make sure I look okay," you say, planing a pretzel past her mouth and into your own with a self satisfied smile.  

"You look beautiful," Eddie says, squeezing your knee. 

"Dad! I was going to say that!" Roan stands up from your lap and pushes him. "You steal everything!" 

"I do not! 

"You do! You stole my strawberry at breakfast and you took my soda straw last night!" 

"I did do both of those things but that doesn't mean I steal everything," Eddie says, looking up into her face happily. 

She has fire behind her eyes, even though her lashes are still wet and clumped together from her earlier tears. Roan harrumphs at him. "You do. You stole one of my gingersnap cookies–" 

"Baby, those were mine. Uncle Wayne got them for me 'cos they're my favourites and I was upset," he says, laughing. 

"Well. Why did you let me have them?" 

Eddie finds her hand to roll her fingers. "Because I'm good at sharing, something you never learned how to do." 

"Don't listen, bubby," you say, tipping pretzels into your mouth. "You're a good sharer." 

In the end, the doctor comes by and tells you to stay until the shift changes for a last set of observations. Eddie and Roan stay just past visiting hours to wait with you, Roan now firmly wedged in his lap, you with his hoodie over your shoulders. In all the chaos, he didn't remember to bring your jacket either. 

"This is why we're getting married," you say. 

"Why, so someone remembers to put jackets on you both?" he asks ruefully, Roan in his lap, your bag packed and ready to go at your feet. 

"No…" You tip your head toward your shoulder a touch. "Because you've done such a good job looking after me, sweetheart. You really have. Thank you for taking care of me." 

"I think the hospital did all the looking after," he says. 

He tries uselessly to shove down that awful feeling again. The memory of you prone in bed with your IV and your heart monitor beeping. It felt like it was beating behind his eyes. 

It's easier to forget now you're feeling almost one hundred percent again. Your hand at his elbow, in your nice white and blue pyjamas, content to be going home again. 

"That's not true… I can't imagine how tired you are right now. If it were you in here, for three days…"  

"Only two," he says. "Today doesn't count." 

"It absolutely counts." 

You pout for a kiss that Eddie eagerly gives you. He kisses you, your cheek, your ear, a line of gratitude because he doesn't care how tired he is or how hard this was. You're better. You can rest at home. 

"I'd be a mess. Don't feel bad about the jackets or start thinking you did a bad job," you say, combing your fingers through his hair. You scoot back to look him in the eye, a ridiculous amount of fondness lining your own, your pinched brows. "You did awesome. A-plus for everything."

"It's not over," he says, stroking Roan's arm where she squirms in his lap, bored. "You're on bed rest, I don't care what the doctor says. And you're taking time off work. Promise me." 

"Promise," you say, holding your hands up. 

"Can I have the time off too from school?" Roan asks. 

Her big doe eyes and her tiny frown would convince him if he hadn't already thought about it. 

He squeezes her chubby cheeks in his palms. "You need a few days to feel better," he agrees. 

"Really?" she asks with a gasp. 

"Yeah, really. You've been really, really brave." He kneads her cheeks gently. "You're such a good girl. You're my brave girl." 

"Super brave," you agree, cheek on Eddie's shoulder. 

Roan sits back with a proud shrug, arms wrapping around her stomach. "I was a bit brave." 

Eddie chucks her under the chin with his knuckle. You get discharged a little while later, Roan and Eddie like a small parade pushing your wheelchair. You hate the attention, complaining to the nurse lightly that you can walk to the car without falling. No one wants to hear it. 

"You're legally required to take it easy for a few days," Eddie says. "You promised me." 

You slump back in the chair. "Fine. Ro, come and sit in my lap, at least? This hospital is a maze, I need company while they find our way out." 

Roan loves that idea. She sits on your knees, back to your chest, your hands around her waist like a seatbelt. 

"Can I push her the rest of the way? I'm sure you're busy," Eddie says to the nurse. He says it so nicely, so politely, that despite his tattoos and his long hair, she doesn't put him in the 'hooligan' box as people tend to do. She hands you over.  

Eddie waits for her to round the corner before ducking down, your backpack in the crook of his elbow, hands tightening around the wheelchair handles. 

"Girls. You better hold on tight. I'm sick of this place and we're leaving right now." 

"Don't you dare." 

"All arms in the ride?" he asks, charging up his push. He takes a preparatory step back. "On three. One, two–" 

"Three!" Roan shouts. 

Eddie races you down the hallway, your nervous laughter so loud it bounces off of every wall on the way out.

[starsomens]

He just can’t get enough, your taste, your moans, the way your body shakes all because of him. He loved it

“Noaaahhh” you whine in an almost pathetic voice. He had made you cum 3 times already but he wanted 1 more. His younger fucking in and out of your pussy as nose nudged at your clit

“Mmmmm” was all he could say as he devoured and enjoyed you. His mouth, fingers and nose covered in your juices, just the way he liked it. His hand held your body down against the bed as he continued to ravage you. He comes up only to give you a moments break to say

“You feeling sensitive Baby?” You could only nod as your body trampled and your lungs pant “oh I know, I know princess, just one more okay? Just one more for me” he stayed in his spot as he kept solid eye contact with you as his middle and ring finger slide back into your pussy. Your walls fluttering instantly, still in recovery from the last 3

“So fucking tight, like a good girl” he smirks as he lays a kiss to your belly button, moving down slowly hearing the sound of you juices as his fingers pump in and out “mmm nice and wet just for me, good girl”

“P-please Noah…” you gasp out as he curls his fingers inside of you. His lips kiss your bundle of nerves before giving it a slow and tortuous lick.

“Use your words baby, I’m right here” his fingers pump slowly in and out of you waiting for you to say the magic words “tell me what you need baby

“Cum….please make me cum Noah,” your eye brows knit together, your face aching from how long you had been holding your face of pleasure

“I’ve got you baby, I’ve got you” he says as his teeth gently scrape against your clit to bring it back in his mouth. He sucks on the bud and plays at it with his younger as his fingers pump fast and fast. Your hip start to lift from the bed but are pushed back down by his free hand. Your legs were shaking, your body and vision about to give out feeling your body sweat and heat up, your pussy fluttering from his work as you clit thumped with each lap he gave you.

“Cum…for…me…now princess” he said between licks. He lays his tongue flat on your clit and shakes his head in a no motion getting to push you off the edge. With a broke moan you cum once again, your walls wrapping around his slender digits as his mouth stays on your pussy letting you ride your high out. His own hips grinding against the mattress, as his cock hardened from eating you out. His slowly brings his finger out now coated with your cum. From between your legs he stares at you as he licks them clean

“You did so good for me Angel,” he smiles softly at you “how about I get you some water and we can cuddle and sleep after? Hm?” He offers crawling up your body until he is level with your face

“Please” you sigh not knowing how much longer until you fall asleep. He kisses your forehead, your cheek and just below your ear to whisper

“Your pussy is the best thing I’ve ever tasted”

[sister-of-hitoshi]

Bnha main three x turned to child reader

Scenarios with just fluff!

Midoriya Izuku

It was a quaint, idle afternoon, although Midoriya Izuku was as busy as ever.

Being the former no.1 hero's protégé, being the weilder of One for All, being a dutiful student of the most prestigious academy of Japan, being a good son, being a supportive friend, a wonderful partner, a-

Good babysitter?

Yes there was a lot to be, but being a babysitter was really asking too much of him.

Our pure, sweet and innocent boy might be good with kids in general, but he was not made to handle little gremlins with short fuses.

But alas, to be the future no.1 hero of the country, you should be ready to face each and every challenge thrown at you.

Or that's what he kept telling himself.

Because right now, a little gremlin had been pulling at his curls for god knows how long.

And this little gremlin was his adorable s/o...

It all started when he had comeback to his room being left in shambles with a little toddler claiming their throne at it's centre.

"U-ummm"

"W-W-Whoooo a-are youuu??!!"

What is an adorable kid doing in his room? How are they even in his room? Isn't UA supposed to have top-tier security? Why is-

"I'M Y/N!!"

This was enough for his instincts to take over his next movements as he immediately picked you up and full-cowled to Aizawa sensei.

Recovery girl was informed, and following her deductions, he got to know about the duration of three days.

Without further ado, and due to all the qualities mentioned in point number 2, Aizawa immediately put him in charge of his companion.

Which brings us back to the present.

The present where you were running around the common school yard with him chasing after you- because at some point during his conversation with his teachers you had become tired of his curls and had jumped down from his back, ordering requesting him to run and catch you.

The first few minutes he was only trying to humour you to see that adorable grin that you sported.

But this soon wasn't the case anymore since he was now being bested by a literal toddler in terms of running for two hours straight.

This activity was followed by you doing his hair and him doing yours in your room, since his was left in shambles and you wouldn't let him go.

To say you were hyper was an understatement-

And you hadn't even unleashed half of your potential!

At some point, the perplexity of his own precarious situation got to him, leading him to call his mom asking for tips.

Following which he had you strapped on his chest everytime he was busy doing something, he couldn't have you tiring yourself afterall (he didn't have it in him to run after you anymore)

It was pretty alright after your initial tantrums and pulling on his hair, asking to be let down.

You were a somewhat of cuddle bug for him- you slapped everyone's hands away when they tried to touch you, and only permitted him for doing so (he is still very proud of you for doing that).

Want to be entertained? You can swing using his black whips, float around the room with him, the options were endless!- So of course you did everything on the list because why not.

All in all he was a good servant caretaker, you never once cried when he was around and he could keep up with your royal decrees shenanigans.

Of course you would never know that he fantasized about you in his almight onesies

"...Is this the candy that you wanted, Y/N?"

"YEs"

You were pretty pleased with your devoted follower, so being a good ruler, you decided it was best to promise your loyal subject a deserving reward.

"Uh- they said that they've run out of stock for that juice Y/N-san so-"

You interrupted him by giving him a sweet peck on the cheek, as a reward of course-

"Mr. Izukw! I'm gonna marry yu in the fwuture!"

"..umM..."

.......

....

"...- so the kis- I MEAN THE CANDY- NO JUICE-JUICE-"

You child form wasn't enough to keep him from blushing till his ear tips.

He pulled on his bangs to keep you from seeing his red face.

"Umm...m-me too"

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Montana part 4

Master List

Characters: Beau Arlen x Reader, Jenny Hoyt x Reader (cousins) 

Warnings: SMUT!! Sorry not sorry. That is what this chapter is, just good old fashioned SMUT with Beau. If you don’t want to read it, feel free to skip it. 

Minors DNI 18+

A/N: This chapter is shorter due to the nature of the content. 😃 New series I’m working on. Doesn’t follow the Big Sky story but has some characters. So I know the GIF isn't of Beau, but use your imagination 😉

This is a work of fiction. All work is my own, don’t take it. 

I edited it quickly and typed with one hand due to surgery recovery. Please overlook any errors. Thanks. 😊 

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Beau continued to kiss you, making his way down your neck and to your collarbone. Your hands instinctively went in his hair and you moaned as his lips left a trail of heat on your skin. His hands played with the hem of your shirt and he pulled it over your head. With one hand he pulled his shirt over his head and off, exposing his toned, freckled covered chest. You bit your bottom lip looking at him and you felt the heat pool between your legs. Beau removed your bra and your breasts sprang free. 

He licked his lips seeing your exposed breasts. He slowly guided you back to the bed and laid you down. Beau unhooked his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He slowly pulled them down over his thick thighs leaving him in his boxers. You could see his length outlined by his boxers and you clenched your thighs together. You could tell he was big. You unbuttoned your pants and lifted your hips as Beau pulled them down. You were left in your panties and he in his boxers.

Beau climbed on the bed beside you. “Are you sure you’re ready for this, Y/N? We don’t have to go any further than what we have if you’re not sure.” He asked you. “Beau, I want you. I want all of you, I’m ready. Please.” You panted. Beau slowly hooked your panties with his fingers and slid them down your thighs. He tossed them to the side making you giggle. He climbed on the bed and used his thighs to part yours. As you spread your legs he could see your arousal and he smirked. 

“You ready?” He asked. You shook your head yes, not trusting your voice. Beau started kissing up your thighs causing you to moan and squirm. He smiled as he placed a kiss on your hip. He worked his way over to your mound. His calloused hands and fingers slowly moved up your thighs and to your parted folds. He stuck a thick finger in and you moaned. He pumped a few times and added another finger. You moaned and moved your hips. He hooked his fingers up, hitting that sensitive spot inside you. 

He sped up when he knew he found the spot. Beau leaned down and licked a strip up your and in between your folds stopping at your engorged clit. He licked and started to suck your clit pulling a deep moan from your lips. You grabbed his head and pushed him closer to you. He smirked and started eating you like a man starved. You felt yourself getting closer to your release. 

Beau was amazing at what he was doing. Your toes curled and you kept a grip on his hair and one on the sheets. You had to bite your lip to prevent yourself from being too loud. “‘B..b..Beau, I’m….close…” you panted. “Cum for me sweetheart.” Beau commanded. Your body responded to his touch and his command. You came hard, leaving your juices on his beard and lips. He helped you ride out your release until you were closing your legs at the sensitivity. 

Beau had you seeing stars. Your body was on fire, your pussy was sensitive and yet you still wanted more. Beau leaned up and kissed your lips before moving off the bed. When he stood you watched with anticipation as he removed his boxers. His very hard, very long length sprang  free. Your breath hitched. “Don’t worry darlin’ I’ll go slow.” You bit your lip and nodded. 

Beau grabbed a condom and slid it on after pumping himself a few times. He lined himself up, “Ready baby?” “Yes, Beau. I’m ready.” 

He lifted your legs up a little and pushed his length in slowly. You both moaned as he was pushing in. Beau stopped and leaned forward laying his head in the crook of your neck. “God! You’re so tight, baby. I need to stop for a minute.” He whispered in your ear. You smiled a little and bucked your hips. Beau groaned and leaned up. He pushed in on one thrust and you gasped. “Oh Fuck, Beau!” He bottomed out and pulled back then pushed back in quickly. You groaned and dug your nails in his arms. 

Beau lifted your legs higher and placed them on his shoulders. He was able to push in at a different angle and you gasped. He was hitting a deeper spot that was making your toes curl and your eyes roll back. You moved your hips begging for him to move. He picked up the pace and the sounds of pleasure and flesh hitting flesh filled the room. 

Beau locked eyes with you and leaned down kissing your lips. You moaned into his mouth as he pushed deep inside you. He felt amazing and your body craved his. “On your hands and knees, sweetheart” he whispered in your ear. 

You flipped over and got on your hands and knees. You presented your round, firm ass to him and he gripped one hip with his strong hand and his cock with the other. He lined himself up to your dripping entrance and pushed in. Your head went back, your eyes rolled and you whimpered. This new angle filled you with ecstasy and pain. Beau grabbed your hair in one hand and pulled a little. You yelped. “Is this okay, baby?”  He questioned. “Oh God Yes! More than okay, Beau.” 

You pushed your hips back into him causing him to groan. Beau let go of your hair and grabbed both hips pulling you to him. He set a feverish pace. Slamming his cock deep inside you. You felt your second release coming fast. “Beau, I’m going to cum again.” you breathed out. “I’m close too.” He gripped your hips tighter. You knew you would be bruised tomorrow, but you didn’t care. 

“Don’t cum yet, Y/N” he growled. Your walls clenched around him and he grunted. “Baby, you can’t do that. You’re going to make me cum.” he groaned into your ear. You made your walls clench again and giggled. He slapped your ass and you yelped a little. “I’m sorry baby. I don’t know what came over me.” He apologized. “Oh no, Beau. That was perfectly fine. I liked it.” You said seductively. 

Beau grinned and slapped your ass again. He wasn’t slapping you hard, just a little slap. He would never intentionally hit you or hurt you. You bucked your hips backwards into him and he pushed in harder. Beau was chasing his release and you were chasing your second one. You were so close and so was he. 

“Beau, I need to cum! Please!” you begged. “Not yet, not like this.” Beau pulled out and you whined. He laid down and instructed you to get on top. You placed your thighs on either side of him and lined him back up. You slid down his shaft, taking every inch of him in with one push. You both groaned. 

You rocked your hips and he pushed his hips into you. You knew neither of you were going to last long like this, but you didn’t care. You bounced up and down on his hard cock. His hands holding your breasts. He leaned up taking one of your breasts in his mouth. You threw your head back and moaned with pleasure. You grinned down hard causing a growl to escape his lips. He pulled you close to him and kissed your lips deeply. 

You were about to cum. “Beau….I’m…..going….to….” the pleasure of your second orgasm hit, shooting through your body like a bolt of lightning. Just as you came Beau grunted and his body pulsed as his release came. He held onto your body like it was a prized possession as he came and emptied his seed in the condom. 

As he came down from his high and you did too, you carefully climbed off and laid on the bed beside him. Beau kissed your lips softly and got up to go to the bathroom. You watched him walk into your bathroom and you smiled to yourself. Not only was he built like a god, he had a perfect ass too. Beau removed the used condom, tossing it in the trash and cleaned himself up. He returned with a warm washcloth and helped clean you. Once both of you were cleaned he tossed the washcloth to the hamper and crawled in bed with you. 

You pulled the sheet over your naked bodies. Beau laid on his back and pulled you to his side. You laid on his chest listening to his heartbeat as he held you in his arms. His fingers running up and down your arm. You both let out a contented sigh. “Beau, that was incredible. I hope we can do that again sometime.” You smiled. He smiled at you, kissed the top of your head and said “that was amazing, sweetheart. I would love nothing more than to do that again. Your body felt incredible.” “So did yours Beau.” 

Beau looked at the clock and sighed. “I probably should go home.” You looked at him with puppy dog eyes, “Can’t you stay?” “You want me to stay the night? What about Jenny?” He questioned. “Yes, Beau. I want you to stay. You let me worry about Jenny. Please stay.” You asked. He smiled, lifted your chin and softly kissed your lips. “Okay, Y/N, I’ll stay.”

You smiled softly and snuggled to his side. “Good night, Beau.” “Good night, sweetheart. See you in the morning.” He kissed your forehead and both of you drifted off into a peaceful sleep. Not caring about tomorrow or what any thought about the intimacy the two of you just shared. 

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Unconditionally, uncontrollably, undoubtedly (Rose Lavelle x Reader)

So it's been a really long, stressful few weeks, I lost my motivation/energy to write. However, I'm lucky enough to be in the same time zone as the world cup which has definitely given my motivation back. With my upcoming holiday and moving, sorry to say this is probably going to be the last fic I post for at least a month.

First time writing for Rose, hope you enjoy :)

Words: 1.1K

Between media, training, recovery and exploring with the girls, it had been an incredibly long week. You would think with how exhausted I was, sleep would be coming easy, but it wasn't. I missed sleeping next to my girlfriend. Knowing she was only a few doors down didn't help. Of course Rose and I still spent time with each other, it just wasn't as much. Tiredness and missing my girlfriend turned into grumpiness which became obvious to the team at training when I practically ignored everyone or gave one word answers. Even to Rose. 

Once training had ended, I skipped team bonding deciding to go float in the pool instead. It was relaxing and I knew no one would look for me there except maybe Rose. After maybe half an hour there was a disturbance in the water making me look over to find Rose crouching down next to the pool.

"Hey."

I swam over, leaning up to peck her lips, "Hey yourself."

"Glad to see you're not mad at me."

"Sorry about today, I was just grumpy in general not at anyone in particular."

"I noticed, everyone noticed actually. Do you want to come watch a movie in my room with me?"

"Can't promise I'll last a whole movie but I would love that. Let me go shower quickly and get changed, I'll meet you there?"

"Deal."

When Rose opened the door, I was met with a dim room lit only by fairy lights and the TV. There were flowers lying on the bedside table, my favourite pasta and chocolate waiting on the table. Rose stood next to me, playing with her fingers as a nervous smile appeared. It was understandable. While I had never really snapped at Rose because I was tired, I hated doing stuff when I was this exhausted. Preferring to either just watch tv or go to sleep with very little conversation. However, at this point I would do pretty much anything to spend time with Rose. My heart fluttered at the fact she had done this for me. I wrapped my arms around her, kissing the top of her head. "What's all this?"

"You get grumpy when you're tired or stressed. I know we haven't had a lot of time together and like me you're probably struggling to sleep. So I thought we were overdue for a date night. I know you don't li-"

"I love it Rose. I love you. You know me too well."

She smiled proudly, kissing my cheek, "I love you Y/n. Coach gave us permission to have a sleep over tonight since tomorrows an off day. He also said he doesn't mind if we do it more often as long as it's only on days off. "

"Really?"

"Really. When I said everyone noticed your grumpiness, I meant everyone."

"Thank you Rosie. I really needed this."

"I know. So did I."

Rose picked up the flowers, holding them out to me, "These are for you."

"They're beautiful, I love them. Thank you."

Rose took my hand, leading me over to the table. She had lit a few candles, spread a few rose petals over the table and set the table nicely with my favourite pasta, some garlic bread and a wine glass of cranberry juice. Maybe odd combination, but it was my favourite. I cupped Roses cheek, kissing her with as much love and passion as I could. I loved this girl more than I ever thought was possible. 

When we had first started seeing each other, I wasn't really that into her. She was nice enough, she just wasn't my type. My friend had set us up and really wanted me to at least try, claiming that we had a lot in common. It turns out the only real thing we had in common was our love for dogs and soccer, but Rose had actually been interested in hearing about my interests and learning more about them. It had been a long time since anyone was so interested try some of their hobbies from time to time what I was saying so despite not being into her, I had agreed to a second then a third date. To this day, 6 years later, that was the best decision I had ever made. The more we saw each other, the more I fell for her. Now I couldn't imagine my life without her. Turns out you don't need a lot in common with someone to be with them, you just need to be willing to listen.

After eating, we just sat and talked for a while. Something that we hadn't had much time for over the last few weeks. It was the most I had been able to relax since the world cup started. I knew there was still a long way to go, there would be more sleepless nights, less time together and stress, but it felt like a weight had been lifted and I could breathe again. 

One of Rose's favourite songs started playing quietly from my phone, making her smile widely. I held my hand out, Rose quickly taking it without hesitation. I spun her around, giggles spilling out as my arm wrapped around her waist, the other still holding her hand. Rose looped her arm around my shoulder, pecking my lips quickly. "You don't like dancing."

"Maybe not, but here, with you, it's my second favourite thing in the world."

"Second? What's the first?"

"You. No matter how many dogs we may get, it will always be you. 6 years ago, I made the best decision of my life when I agreed to go out with you. You've changed my life in a way I never expected. I can't imagine a day where I don't get to see your smile, hear your laugh or your voice. I look forward to the day when there's no more travel or nights apart, where we wake up and go to sleep together every single day. Those are my favourite times of the day, no matter what the day will or has brought, they never fail to bring a smile to my face. This isn't how I planned to do this. Actually, I didn't have a plan, all I knew was it would happen sometime during the world cup when the time was right. There's never been a time that's felt more right than now."

I pulled out the ring that had been accompanying me everywhere we went for the last month or so, just waiting for the right time. A hand covered her mouth, the other clutching mine. I dropped down to one knee, only letting go of her hand for a second to open the box before finding it again. 

"Unconditionally, uncontrollably, undoubtedly, I love you Rose Lavelle. Will you marry me?"

Rose fell onto her knees in front of me, holding me tightly, warm drops falling against my neck, "Yes, yes I'll marry you. What is it you said? Unconditionally, uncontrollably, undoubtedly, I love you Y/n Y/l/n." 

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The Legend~

Childe x Fem!Reader x Aether (Angst)

Here is part three my lovelies! For the other parts, here is my masterlist! Sorry for the long wait! I promise to upload more now that Im back in the country! I hope you enjoy! <3333

As the weeks drifted by, Aether's recovery showed promising signs of progress. Each day felt like a step closer to his full strength returning. Today was no exception. I woke up with the sun, quietly slipping off the couch to fetch a refreshing drink.

Orange juice in hand, I stood by the living room window, watching as the first rays of morning light painted the sky. It was a serene sight, one that offered a moment of calm amidst the chaos of recent events.

A soft groan broke the silence, drawing my attention. It was Aether. Concerned, I made my way to his—well, my room, intent on checking up on him. Knocking gently, I received no response. Opening the door with caution, I found him fast asleep, Paimon nestled on his chest in a heartwarming embrace.

Approaching them quietly, I reached out to adjust his position, hoping to make him more comfortable. However, my efforts startled him awake, and he instinctively grabbed my wrist, his grip tighter than intended. I winced, feeling the sting of pain shoot through my arm.

"S-Sorry!" Aether's voice was filled with genuine concern as he released me, his eyes reflecting remorse.

I rubbed my wrist, offering a reassuring smile. "It's okay. I should've been more careful."

Concern etched on his face, Aether reached out to inspect my wrist, but I waved him off with a light-hearted quip. His smile in response eased the tension in the room. As he attempted to rise from the bed, I gently restrained him.

"Easy there," I cautioned, placing my hands on his chest to prevent any sudden movements. "You need to take it easy. The last thing we want is for your recovery to be set back."

Nodding in understanding, Aether reluctantly admitted his need for water, though his discomfort was evident. “Yeah, I just… need to get some water,” he murmured, attempting to rise again, only to be gently stopped by my hands on his chest.

“No. I’ve already told you not to move too much. Here, lay back down. I’ll go get you some water,” I insisted, guiding him back to the bed with a gentle push, mindful of his injury.

Quickly retrieving a glass of water from the kitchen, I returned to find him grateful and visibly thirsty, his relief obvious as he gulped down the refreshment, his parched throat finally quenched.

“Thank you. I really needed that.” He said with thanks. When I wasn’t looking, he tried to move.

“Well, I’m gonna need to get goi-” but before he could finish, I placed my hand on his chest, looking him dead in the eyes.

“Aether, how many times am I going to tell you that you cannot move?” I interrupted firmly, my concern evident in my tone, hoping he’d finally heed my advice.

“But-”

“No buts,” I interjected again, my voice softening with urgency. “You will stay here until you are completely healed. I wouldn’t be able to sleep properly knowing that you could be out somewhere in danger. Please, just stay here for a little while until I can confirm you are better. One more day is all I ask,” I pleaded, my gaze locking with his, imploring him to understand.

”Look, your scar is already starting to tear again. If you keep moving, it will just get worse.” I add

He sighed, recognizing the sincerity in my words, and nodded. “Okay, okay. I guess you’re right. I’ll stay,” he finished, though his restless energy remained visible.

“Good. Now rest up. Breakfast will be ready soon,” I said, offering a reassuring smile before leaving the room, hopeful that he would heed my advice and allow himself the time he needed to heal.

—

You decided to go with something easy, but delicious for breakfast. Opening the fridge door, you searched for some eggs, bacon, and sausage. Once you found everything you needed, you set to work with a sense of purpose.

You began by cracking the eggs into a bowl, whisking them until they were well-beaten and slightly frothy. You then poured the mixture into a preheated, unglazed frying pan, allowing it to cook slowly. Meanwhile, you placed the bacon and sausage into a separate pan, the sound of the sizzling meat filling the kitchen. The aroma was absolutely mouthwatering, filling the air with a savory scent that made your stomach rumble in anticipation. Softly, you hummed a tune while you cooked, enjoying the peaceful morning routine.

"Good morning, dear," you heard Eleanor's voice break the silence.

Turning, you saw her smiling down at you, her presence a comforting start to the day. "Good morning! You are very nicely dressed today… what’s the occasion?" you asked, noting her gorgeous long white dress and her large black hat.

"Oh, no reason," she replied with a nonchalant wave of her hand. "I just thought I’d head out a bit early today and go downtown again."

A smirk crept across your face as you stopped what you were doing and turned to face her. "You’re going to see 'him' again, aren’t you~" you teased, causing her to blush and turn away.

"So what if I am? Do you have a problem with it?" she retorted, though the playful glint in her eyes betrayed her amusement.

"Not at all… just find it funny you’re trying to sneak out to see Luka like some lovesick teenagers," you said, chuckling.

Eleanor rolled her eyes playfully and made her way to the door. "I’ll be back in an hour or two. Try not to destroy anything while I’m gone," she said over her shoulder.

"You know, our roles should be switched right now!" you spoke, earning a chuckle in response.

With a smile still on your face, you turned back to your cooking, the morning light streaming through the window and casting a warm glow over the kitchen. Eleanor lingered at the door for a moment longer. "By the way, did you need anything from downtown? I'm happy to pick up a few things while I'm out."

You glanced over at her, thinking for a moment. "Actually, could you grab some fresh herbs if you see any? We’re running low on basil and parsley."

"Sure thing," she replied with a nod. "Anything else?"

"No, I think that’s it. Thanks, Eleanor," you said, appreciating her thoughtfulness.

Just as she was about to leave, Eleanor turned back one more time. "You know, if you ever want to join me, you're always welcome. It could be fun exploring downtown together."

You considered the idea, frowning at the thought. It had been forever since you actually stepped foot in any town. You remember how happy you used to get when you went shopping. But the reason for that happiness was because it was Childe who went with you. Sometimes he would be the one dragging you to the town just to spend time with you…but now that was all over. "Maybe next time, Eleanor." I spoke with a tint of sadness.

She smiled apologetically at you, nodding.

“I understand, my dear. When you're ready.” she said with a small smile before finally stepping out the door.

—

A good 20 minutes passed, and everything was ready. You carefully plated the food, arranging it artfully on the plates before bringing it over to both Paimon and Aether. Gently, you woke them up, watching as their eyes opened and they were greeted with the sight of a delicious breakfast.

“So… how is it?” you asked, anticipation evident in your voice, as the two eagerly dug into their meals.

“It’s… so… mmm… dewicious!” Paimon exclaimed, her mouth full of food, a look of sheer delight on her face.

“Yeah… it’s been a while since I’ve had food this good,” Aether added, his eyes lighting up with appreciation, making you smile with satisfaction.

“Well, it’s certainly no Gordon Ramsay food, but I’m glad you like it,” you said, giggling a bit at the compliment, feeling a warm sense of pride.

“Gordon who now?” Paimon asked, tilting her head in confusion, clearly unfamiliar with the famous chef.

“Ah… nothing. Forget I said anything,” you replied, waving it off with a chuckle, making her shrug and continue eating without another thought.

“Say… where’s your food, Y/N?” Paimon asked suddenly, looking up at you with concern in her wide eyes.

“Oh, I only made enough for you two,” you said, making both of them stop and look up at you in surprise, their expressions filled with guilt.

“What!?” they both exclaimed in unison, their voices tinged with a mix of shock and remorse.

“Oh, don’t worry! I’m going to go make some more… just not right now. I’m not very hungry,” you reassured them with a smile, gently pushing them to go back to eating, not wanting them to feel bad.

“Are you sure?” Aether asked, his brow furrowing with concern. “We can share this if you want. There’s plenty.”

“Really, it’s fine,” you insisted, giving him a reassuring nod. “I enjoy cooking for you two. It’s not a big deal.”

“Okay, but promise me you’ll eat something later,” Aether said, his eyes earnest and full of worry for you.

“I promise,” you replied, feeling touched by his concern, appreciating the care they both showed.

Hesitant, they looked at each other before slowly returning to their meals, savoring every bite of the food you had prepared. Watching them enjoy what you made brought you a sense of fulfillment and happiness, the sight of their satisfied smiles making it all worthwhile.

As they ate, Paimon looked up at you with curiosity sparkling in her eyes. “Hey, Y/N, do you cook like this every day?”

“Not every day,” you admitted with a smile. “But I do enjoy cooking when I have the time. It’s a great way to relax and unwind.”

“Relax?” Paimon asked, her eyes widening in surprise. “I’d be stressed out trying to make sure nothing burns!”

You laughed at her reaction. “It takes some practice, but once you get the hang of it, it can be really therapeutic. It’s like a form of meditation.”

Aether nodded in agreement, a thoughtful look on his face.

“It also helps to have good company,” you said, smiling at them both. “It makes the whole process a lot more enjoyable when you’re cooking for people you care about.”

Once they finished, you collected their plates and brought them to the sink. You quickly washed them, setting them on a cloth to dry. After that, you grabbed some items to help change Aether’s bandage, ensuring it didn’t get infected and that he remained comfortable.

You walked back into the room, seeing Aether and Paimon engaged in a light-hearted conversation, their laughter filling the space. “Sorry, I don’t mean to intrude. I-“ I started but was quickly cut off by Aether.

“Oh no, you’re not intruding at all! Please come in.” Aether said immediately, his focus shifting to you, a warm smile on his face.

“Oh, good.” you replied, feeling a bit more at ease with his reassurance.

You walked up to Aether, slowly helping him to sit up so you could take a look at his bandage. As you lifted his shirt, you noticed the reddened hue seeping through the white material. While it definitely wasn’t as bad as the first day, it still needed tending to.

“I’m just going to change your bandage and check your wound. Is that okay?” you asked, looking into his eyes for confirmation.

He nodded, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Of course. Thank you, Y/N.”

Gently, you began to remove the old bandage, your fingers moving with delicate precision to avoid causing him any discomfort. As you peeled away the last of the bandage, you saw that the gash was already closed. All that was left was a scar that was still trying to close all the way. A smile made its way to your face as you observed the signs of healing.

“Well, it looks like you’ll be up and out of here in no time, guys. One more day should do it,” you said, reaching for a new bandage and some disinfectant. You got to work, applying the disinfectant carefully before wrapping the fresh bandage around his abdomen with practiced ease.

As you worked, Aether couldn’t help but admire you. The way you moved, your concentration, the gentle touch of your hands—it all captivated him. He blushed, feeling his heart race as he realized just how beautiful you were. Your presence was calming yet electrifying, making it hard for him to look away.

He looked away, trying to distract himself from the thoughts racing through his mind. You two had just met, after all. Calm down, Aether, he tried to tell himself, but it was no use. He was drawn to you in a way he couldn’t quite explain.

As you carefully changed his bandage, Paimon watched curiously, her eyes following your every move. “You know, Y/N, you’re really good at this. Have you done it before?” she asked, genuine curiosity in her voice.

You smiled at her question, feeling a bit proud. “I’ve had some practice here and there. Just a few first aid classes and some experience from taking care of friends. It’s always good to know how to handle these things.”

After a few more swift motions, I clipped the bandage together and smiled.

“Alright! You’re all good now,” you said to Aether, your voice breaking through his thoughts. You smiled up at him, your eyes shining with warmth and care.

He smiled softly back at you, his gratitude evident. “Thank you, Y/N. I really appreciate all your help.”

“Now, you must rest for the rest of the day. I better not see you out until I say so,” you said, your tone firm but kind, making him nod obediently.

“I won’t. You can trust me,” he replied, his voice full of sincerity.

“Good.” I said, clasping my hands together.

“Now, while you are resting, I’m going to head outside and practice my form a bit,” you said, heading towards the door.

“Wait.” Aether blurted out, making you stop in your tracks.

You turned to him with a look of concern. “Is everything okay?”

He wanted to ask you so many questions—about how you were able to wield more than one element, how you managed to find yourself all the way out here, but most importantly…why you looked so familiar. But alas, he found himself at a loss for words, unsure of how to begin.

“Aether?”

“Uh… I just… I wanted to say… thank you. For all of your help,” he finally managed to say, his voice faltering. You smiled warmly, your heart melting at his sincerity.

“No problem. Now, get some rest. If you need anything, have Paimon let me know. I’ll just be outside,” you said, leaving right after.

Aether stared at the door long after you left, wishing he had just asked you his burning questions. “What’s wrong, Aether?” Paimon asked, noticing his troubled expression.

“Y/N… there’s something familiar about her… but I just can’t put my finger on it. I swear I’ve seen her somewhere before,” he said, frowning in thought, his mind racing with possibilities.

“Hmm… that’s weird. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her before,” Paimon replied, pondering his words, her brow furrowing in concentration.

“That’s because you don’t pay attention half of the time,” Aether smirked, trying to lighten the mood and distract himself from his thoughts.

“Heyyyy! I do too pay attention!” Paimon retorted, puffing her cheeks in indignation.

“Do not.”

“Do too—hmpf!” Paimon’s retort was cut short as Aether placed his hand over her mouth, telling her to shush as he saw you outside the window.

He watched as you practiced fighting a few punching bags outside. The way you moved was mesmerizing. Each kick and punch was delivered with such precision and power, yet there was an elegance to your movements that made it look like a dance. The way your leg swung out ever so gracefully, yet so forcefully, knocking the bag off the chain, left him in awe.

As he continued to watch, he couldn’t help but be captivated by your strength and grace. There was something undeniably fascinating about you, something that made him want to learn more, to understand the mystery that surrounded you. Aether’s curiosity was piqued, and he knew that this encounter was only the beginning of something much deeper.

Paimon, noticing Aether’s intense focus, whispered, “Aether, you’re staring.”

Aether snapped out of his trance, blushing slightly. “I just… she’s really amazing, isn’t she?”

“Yeah, she is,” Paimon agreed. “But you know, if you keep staring like that, she’s going to notice.”

“I know, I just can’t help it. There’s something about her that’s so…amazing,” Aether said,

There were still three punching bags left standing. After relentlessly pummeling one of them, adding in the occasional powerful kick, you took a step back to catch your breath. Seizing the moment, you spun on the ball of your foot with fluid grace. Aether’s eyes widened as he watched your right hand rise during the spin, an icy blue aura forming around your fingers. In a split second, six razor-sharp icicles shot from your hand, piercing through each of the bags with precision. The icicles emitted a light blue smoke as the frigid coldness mixed with the ambient heat, creating a mesmerizing and surreal effect.

A good hour passed as you continued to practice, pushing your limits. Aether couldn’t look away, his gaze filled with pure curiosity and amazement. He watched you effortlessly wield various elements to obliterate the punching bags. Not only were you adept at elemental magic, but your swordsmanship and hand-to-hand combat skills were equally impressive. You moved with the precision of a seasoned warrior, each strike calculated and deadly. Aether marveled at your prowess and couldn’t help but wonder what path led you to become so formidable and how you acquired such extraordinary abilities.

“She sure is powerful… maybe she can come with us! I’m sure she would love to help find your sister! And she would make it ten times easier to fight other enemies as well,” Paimon suggested enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Aether considered the idea, his mind racing. It wasn’t a bad suggestion at all. Your combat skills were evident, and having you along could potentially turn the tide in their quest. “I don’t know. She seems like she likes it here. She probably wouldn’t like the thought of leaving,” Aether replied, his tone thoughtful and hesitant.

“Who wouldn’t like the idea of leaving?”

Both Aether and Paimon turned towards the door, seeing you standing there, sweat glistening on your skin as it slowly dripped down your body. Your eyes held a mixture of curiosity and amusement as you looked at them.

Aether stuttered, a blush forming on his face as he was caught off guard by your sudden appearance. “I-oh-we-no-Paimon—“

“You. We were just talking about asking you to join us on our adventure!” Paimon interrupted, her enthusiasm cutting through Aether’s fumbling explanation.

Your eyes softened at the suggestion. “I wish I could… but I don’t think I am ready,” you replied, a hint of regret in your voice.

Aether looked up at you, his expression earnest and encouraging. “Of course you’re ready! I saw how you fight! You were amazing!” he said, his face flushing with warmth and admiration.

“I-Oh… thank you. I didn’t know you could see me,” you said, a small, appreciative smile spreading across your face.

Aether stepped back, feeling a bit embarrassed by his outburst. “S-Sorry. I didn’t mean to watch… you were just… sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize. I don’t mind, really. I take it as a compliment, actually. It’s nice to hear that all my training isn’t going to waste,” you joked, trying to lighten the mood and ease his embarrassment.

“Well… the offer’s still there. Just think about it and let me know your answer when you’re ready,” Aether said kindly, his sincerity clear.

“Of course. I appreciate that,” you replied, nodding gratefully. For a moment, the two of you just stared at each other, a strange but pleasant feeling growing in both your chests. Paimon noticed and smiled cheekily at the unspoken tension.

Neither you nor Aether could quite understand why you felt this way around each other. Every interaction left you both feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement, a curious blend of emotions that neither of you had fully grasped. It was a question that had lingered in both your minds for the past week, an enigma that only time could unravel.

“Well,” you cleared your throat, breaking the silence. “I should probably get back to my training… and cleaning. I didn’t realize how much of a mess I made out there,” you said with a tired yet amused expression.

“We can help you if you’d like,” Aether blurted out, his eagerness evident. You turned and smiled at him, genuinely touched by his offer.

“That would be nice… but like I said—” You stopped mid-sentence. It would be nice to have him and Paimon help you, and you wouldn’t have Aether doing any heavy lifting—just picking up some small things here and there. You turned to the mess outside, then back at them, seeing both of them eager to help in any way.

You smiled, letting out a small giggle. “You know what? Sure. Why not? It’s not like you’ll be breaking your back out there,” you said, making both of them smile.

Aether jumped out of bed, but you stopped him. “None of that, though. Or else I’ll change my mind,” you teased, making him nod. He jumped back into bed and then nicely got out, making you roll your eyes.

“Is this better?” he teased back.

You chuckled. “Much better,” you said, turning on your heel. “Come on! These piles of debris aren’t going to clean themselves,” you said as you walked outside.

Aether turned towards Paimon, only to be met with her grinning at him like a Cheshire Cat. “What?” he asked.

“You loooooove her,” she teased, making Aether roll his eyes.

“Whatever, Paimon. She is just a really nice girl… and I am trying to help pay her back for her kind doings. Besides, I bet you can’t even define the word love, let alone spell it,” he said as he walked away from her.

“Hey! I can too!” she flew past him.

You led them outside, and together, you began tidying up the training area. As you worked, you couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly the three of you fell into a rhythm. Aether’s focus and determination were admirable, and Paimon’s cheerful chatter kept the mood light and enjoyable.

–

A few minutes had passed, and Aether, Paimon, and you had just finished putting everything back in its rightful place. The training area now looked pristine, a testament to your combined efforts. Feeling a sense of accomplishment, you all walked towards a nearby pond to relax and dip your feet into it. The cool water provided a soothing contrast to the warmth of the day.

“Thanks for helping me. I really appreciate it,” you said, breaking the comfortable silence. Both Aether and Paimon turned to you, smiles on their faces.

“No problem. It’s the least we could do,” Aether replied, his eyes reflecting his genuine gratitude for being part of the team.

You three sat in companionable silence, the sound of the tall grass rustling in the breeze and the gentle lapping of the water against the shore filling the air. It was a peaceful moment, one that you all cherished after the hard work.

Suddenly, Paimon broke the silence. “Hey Y/N?”

You turned to her, humming in response. “Yes, Paimon?”

“How did you manage to learn more than one element?” she asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.

A small smile rose to your face as you reminisced. “Ah, well… A few years ago, I hit a low point in my life. Some…personal things happened between me and someone else. Let’s just say it didn’t end up well. I was so lost because I lost someone who meant the world to me. I barely left my house because of it. It silly now that I think about it.” I started, seeing Aether’s concerned face.

“Don’t worry, Im all good now!” I said, sending a reassuring smile his way.

”Anyways, it was a typical day where I just stayed put and out of nowhere, I received a letter from a kind lady. She wanted to meet me just outside my home city. At first, I was hesitant to go… but I had already hit such a low point that I realized there wasn’t much left to lose. So, I went and saw her.”

“Lady Eleanor?” Paimon asked, making you nod.

“She taught me everything I know now. Because of her, I was able to obtain these visions and improve on my combat skills. Of course, I still have a lot to learn.” you explained, your voice filled with gratitude and determination.

“Like what?” Aether asked, his curiosity piqued.

“Well, I still need to learn how to use the Electro vision, and I still need to practice the Hydro element. Sometimes, I lose control, and I need to maintain control over each element at all times to be truly successful,” you said, your tone reflecting your dedication.

“That sounds amazing… but why are you trying to master all seven elements? Are you trying to defeat someone?” Paimon asked, her question making you pause. Should you tell them? Would they even believe you?

“Oh… uh… you see…” you hesitated, the uncertainty clear in your voice.

“You don’t need to tell us if you don’t feel comfortable,” Aether interrupted, noticing your nervousness. His voice was gentle, reassuring.

You smiled at him, appreciating his understanding. “I think I do feel comfortable… it’s just that I don’t think you’ll believe me if I told you.”

“Try us,” Aether encouraged, his tone earnest. He genuinely wanted to understand.

You sighed softly, gathering your thoughts. “Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” you said, making them wait in anticipation.

“A long, long time ago… a man who went by the name Atlas managed to learn and master one of the rarest elements of all time…” you started, your voice taking on a storytelling quality as you delved into the tale.

Aether and Paimon leaned in, listening intently. After you explained the full story to them, Aether smiled at you.

“And you… you want to follow in his footsteps?” Paimon asked, her voice filled with awe.

You nodded. “Yes. I believe that mastering all seven elements will allow me to bring balance and peace to the world, just as Atlas intended. But it’s a long and difficult journey, one that requires immense dedication and sacrifice.”

Aether and Paimon exchanged a glance, their expressions a mix of admiration and determination. “We believe you, Y/N. And we’ll support you in any way we can,” Aether said, his voice steady and sincere.

“Absolutely! You can count on us!” Paimon added, her enthusiasm infectious.

“So…do you happen to know just who the holder of this dark element is?” Paimon asked

I sighed, looking towards the water..

”No, not yet. I haven’t left this place during my training, so I haven’t gotten to see who my target is. Even Eleanor doesn’t know who it is.”

”Im sure you will find them. And once you do, we will be right with you to help in case you need it.” Aether said, trying to offer some support.

“Plus, we can tell our other friends in Mondstadt about you, too! Im sure they’d love to help out as we-“

”No!” I blurted out, causing both of them to tense up

”Im-Im sorry. It’s just that…I’m not on the best of terms with anyone living there right now.” I said with a hint of uneasiness.

”What happened?” Aether asked

”It’s…a long story. But remember when I said there was a certain someone who I thought of as my world?” I asked, making them both nod.

”Let’s just say he was an old friend. Well, he was more than a friend to me. But turns out he was just a stupid boy who was ready to toss me away the moment he met his dream girl. Him and I got into an argument when I confronted him about it, and it went downhill from there. It’s like I didn’t even recognize who he was.” I started, looking out into the distance as the memory unfolded.

”From then on, everyone else sided with him and the girl. They treated me like I was trash, and nothing more. Well, everyone except for…oh shit.” I said, my eyes widening with sudden realization.

”Whats wrong?” Aether asked

”I haven’t written back to her! Dammit, it must have been at least a month since I’ve said anything to her! She’s probably worried sick.” I said, jumping up to go grab a pen and paper.

”She? Who’s she? A sister perhaps?” Paimon asked.

”Pretty much. Im talking about Jean. Oh, she going to have my head because of this. No wonder I haven’t gotten any letters back from her yet.

“Jean? As in Jean Gunnhildr?” Aether asked, making you turn your head around.

“Yes! Do you know her?” I asked.

”Y-yeah, but-“

“How is she? Is she okay? How is her training going?” I asked, thankful to have met someone who knew Jeans whereabouts.

“Y/n…you might want to sit down for this.” Aether said, trying to calm me down. When I noticed the look in his eyes, my anxiety began to grow.

“Why? Is she okay?”

”Something happened to her.”

”W-What do you mean? What happened to her! Is she alright?”

“Just let me explain.” He said calmly, placing his hands on mine.

“About a year ago, we met Jean. We constantly worked together, finishing commissions that needed to be done. However, a sudden influx of creatures started sneaking into the city. It was becoming chaotic and dangerous for anyone to live there. Jean and I helped fight them off….but-“

”But what.” I asked, my throat starting to tighten.

“You know how Jean always takes the first step. She was always at the forefront of the battles, always pushing herself to protect everyone. But during that brutal fight, she got seriously injured. She was taken to the city’s hospital, and although she recovered physically, something changed. She became more withdrawn, and there were rumors that she was struggling with something darker… something more than just physical wounds.”

I stayed silent, my stomach twisting each word he spoke.

”And one day, she just…vanished. Without a single trace. We tried looking for her, but we couldn’t find anything.”

I felt tears start to pool in my eyes, my throat tightening as I heard what had happened.

”I went to go out and look for her, Paimon of course tagging along…but we were ambushed by that large group of creatures…and that’s when you found us.” He said, rubbing your arm with reassurance.

“But don’t worry! After tonight, Paimon and I are going to leave and we promise to save her and the rest ” He said sadly, looking away from you.

A few minutes of tense silence passed as you processed everything Aether had told you. Your hands clenched into tight fists, your knuckles turning white with the intensity of your emotions. How had you not seen it coming? Guilt and anger surged within you, driving an overwhelming desire to take action and save her. Jean had always been there for you, standing by your side when no one else did.

Suddenly, the plants around you began to grow uncontrollably, their vines wrapping around objects and lifting them into the air.

“Y/N?” Aether called out, but his voice barely registered in your mind. The fury inside you was palpable, an unstoppable force that mirrored the wild growth around you.

You couldn’t contain it any longer. You shot up, slamming your hands on the table. The ground shook violently from your actions, a green hue coursing its way through each crevice in the ground. Aether and Paimon flinched at the sudden movement, their eyes wide with surprise. They had never seen you this angry before.

“Y/N? Are you—”

“I’m coming with you both,” you interrupted, your voice resolute. Their eyes met yours, filled with determination and resolve.

“Y/N, you don’t have to—” Aether began.

“No!” you cut him off, your voice firm and unwavering. “Jean has always been there for me. And the one time she needed my help, I wasn’t there. Now, I have to help her. I need to help save my sister,” you declared, making them both look at each other in surprise.

“So, what’ll it be?” you asked, your gaze unyielding.

Aether and Paimon exchanged a glance before smiling at you. “Ready to leave tomorrow?” Aether asked, extending his hand.

You smirked, shaking your head. “How about we leave tonight? Get a head start?” you suggested, your eyes gleaming with determination.

Aether grinned, clasping your hand. “Even better.”

You knew Eleanor would be furious with you for this, but this was Jean you were talking about—the one person who never gave up on you or turned against you. You were willing to do anything to save her because you knew she would do the same for you.

As you and your newfound allies prepared for the journey ahead, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the landscape. The path before you was uncertain and fraught with danger, but you felt a renewed sense of purpose. With Aether and Paimon by your side, you were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, driven by your unwavering resolve to save Jean and make things right.

—

“So, just where are we headed exactly?” You asked, making him chuckle.

“We are headed to go get some help. Hopefully.” Aether said.

“Okay…but where exactly?” You asked

“A place known as Sumeru.” He replied, making you look towards him.

“Sumeru? I’ve not heard of that place before. Do I need to worry about anything?” You asked, making him shrug

“I don’t think so…but it's best to always prepare for the worst so you are ready for things like an ambush…” He said, making you nod

“Right…well, what are we waiting for! Let's go!” You said, walking into the large forested area, Paimon and Aether following suit.

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Recovery - Chapter 28

Eminem x FemReader Fanfiction

Summary : Em and Reader just got back together and Paul presents her with a NDA.

Tags : Fluff - Angst ?

Y/N’s POV

When you woke up, you were alone in bed. Marshall’s bed. You almost had to pinch yourself to believe it : after all this time, you got to wake up next to him again. Well… Almost next to him. The bed was empty. Still, you were surrounded by his scent, wearing his clothes… It was enough to make you smile. You got out of the bedroom and into the rest of the penthouse suite, searching for Marshall. You found him sitting on a couch, listening to music in his headphones. You greeted him but his eyes were closed and you obviously couldn’t hear you. You stared at him for a second. He looked adorable, all focused. You couldn’t help but plant a kiss on his cheek. He jumped and let out a gasp, absolutely startled. 

Hi there, you giggled. 

Oh fuck, I nearly had a heart attack, he chuckled. How did you sleep, my love ? 

Like a baby, you said with a smile. I think the company might have something to do with that. 

Oh, am I good company ? He mused. 

Absolutely, you replied. I always slept better with you by my side. 

Good, he said firmly. Because now, you’re not getting rid of me. 

You chuckled and joined him on the couch, curling by his side. He gently cupped your face and kissed your lips. You cuddled for a while, exchanging sweet love words. 

What do you want to do today ? He asked. 

Aren’t we supposed to hang out with your daughters ? You reminded him. 

They said we can do whatever we want, he shrugged. We can do that, though, if that’s what you want. 

I wouldn’t mind exploring the city, you said with a smile. I haven’t been here in a long time. 

Great then, he said with a smile. I’ve been here a couple of times already, but I haven’t had too much time to visit. Except some weed shops and the red lights district, of course. 

Why am I not surprised ? You giggled. 

Come on, it was twenty-five years ago, he chuckled. 

Did you really go to the red lights district, though ? You couldn’t help but ask. 

I’ll plead the fifth on that one, he replied with a smirk. Let’s order something to eat, shall we ? 

You chuckled and he called the room service, ordering almost everything that was on the menu for breakfast. Meanwhile, you grabbed your phone and took a quick selfie in Marshall’s tee-shirt to send to Talia, letting her know that everything was perfect. 

You’re into morning selfies now ? He chuckled. 

No, you said embarrassed of being caught. It’s for Talia. Just letting her know I’m ok. And that we’re ok.

Give me that thing, he said with a smile. 

He grabbed your phone and took you in his arms before kissing you on the cheek, taking a selfie at the same time. 

I think this one’s better, he said with a wink. I think she’ll get the message if you send it to her. 

You can take a good selfie, you playfully commented. 

Well, I wasn’t going to use promo shots for my Tinder profile, now, was I ? He shrugged. 

His reply left you a bit puzzled. You weren’t sure whether or not he was serious. The reasonable part of your brain was telling you it didn’t matter and that, after all, the two of you were back together. The other part, however, was freaking out. Still, you thought it would be a bad idea to let it show. Breakfast arrived and you went to the dining room area. Marshall seemed famished but you weren’t. You weren’t used to eating too much anymore. 

You’re not eating, babe ? He asked after a few bites. 

I’ll just have orange juice, you said with a smile. 

Should I be… worried ? He asked carefully. 

About what ? You asked innocently as you took a sip of orange juice. 

He stared at you and sighed before taking your hand in his. 

Am I supposed to pretend not to notice you’re like half the weight you were six months ago ? He asked with a raised eyebrow. 

Well, I did lose a little weight, yes, you said in embarrassment. 

A little ? He repeated. 

Well, about fifteen kilos, but… 

How much pounds ? He asked sternly. 

You stared at him silently. You knew just how bad you looked and you weren’t about to play this little game with him. If he was unable to convert weights, it wasn’t your problem. 

How much ? He asked as he stared in your eyes. 

Thirty, you whispered. 

That’s not a little weight, Y/N, he said sternly. That’s a lot. 

You lost weight too, you pointed out. 

Not as much, he shrugged. And I don’t look like a corpse. 

Why, thank you, Marshall, you said as you got up and back to the bedroom. 

You sat on the bed and groaned. Last night, he was telling you how beautiful you were and now, he was telling you you looked bad ? Way to talk to a woman… You sighed and buried your face in a pillow. Marshall entered the room and sat next to you, gently stroking your back. 

I’m sorry, he whispered in your ear. That was insensitive. 

You think ? You groaned. 

You have to understand, baby, I’m just worried, he pleaded. I just want to make sure you’re ok. Did you do that on purpose ? 

I didn’t, you sighed. I just… Wasn’t hungry anymore, you know ? And then, I got back to France and moved in with my Dad and he kept on pointing out that it’s good that I didn’t put on too much weight in the US, so… I didn’t stop eating on purpose, but I didn’t go out of my way to eat either, I guess. Being depressed doesn’t help in that department either, I guess. 

I see, he hummed. I just want you to be healthy, my love. 

I know, you said. I’m sorry I snapped. 

Try and eat a few bites for breakfast, ok ? There’s pancakes, I know you like these. 

I like your pancakes, you clarified. 

I promise I’ll cook for you when I get the chance, he chuckled. In the meantime… 

Fine, you sighed. I guess I can try and eat that pathetic excuse of a croissant. 

Snob, he giggled. 

You tried to humor Marshall and ate a few bites of croissant. It wasn’t much but he seemed satisfied. Besides, it meant there was more food left for him, which seemed like a good thing given the fact that he was guzzling everything that was on the table. 

I need to eat, he explained. Performing takes a toll on the body. You’re losing water and burning calories. If I don’t eat, I lose thirty pounds in a month of touring. 

You’re like an animal on stage, you pointed out. 

You should have seen the shows years ago, he chuckled. That was something. At the beginning of my career, I could do like three shows in a night. 

I wish I could have seen that, you chuckled. That must have been good. 

I guess, he said. Although I was on a lot of drugs and booze, so I’d say I’m a better performer now. 

Is that why you don’t tour so much anymore ? You asked. 

It is, he confirmed. Besides, I never liked touring too much. Performing, yes, but never being home, not seeing the kids grow up, the constant opportunities to fuck around, drink and do drugs… Not my thing. 

I’m glad you did this tour, though, you said softly. 

Me too, he said. I’d do a thousand tours if that’s what it took for you to be back in my arms. 

You sat on his lap and nuzzled his neck as he kept on eating. You stole a few bites of fruit from his plate, making him smile. You made small talk and researched fun places to visit in Amsterdam before getting ready for the day. As you were getting dressed, you heard a knock on the door and Marshall went to open. It was Paul. 

Hey man, Marshall said as he let him in. You know today’s a day off, right ? 

I know, but I needed to see you, the managed said. I have paperwork. 

Sure. Let’s get this done quick though, we were just heading out. What do I need to sign ? Marshall asked as he sat at the table. 

It’s for Y/N, actually, Paul clarified. 

You stared at him in surprise. Paul acknowledging you was enough of a surprise but him having paperwork for you was definitely new. 

What’s up ? You asked. 

Well, seeing as the two of you are together now, we have to take some steps, he said. You know, usual precautions. 

As in… ? You asked, not understanding. 

I’m having you sign a non-disclosure agreement, Paul explained. 

He handed you some paperwork as Marshall groaned. 

Are you serious ? Marshall groaned. You’re seriously asking my girlfriend to sign a NDA ? 

The last ones did, Paul reminded him. 

Man, we just got back together. 

Well, you didn’t provide me with the details, Marshall, Paul sighed. It’s just my job as manager to ensure everything’s taken care of. You can never be too careful. just a quick signature, Y/N, if you don’t mind. 

Let me have a look at it quickly, you said. What is it about ? 

This is a standard non-disclosure agreement, designed to protect Marshall’s privacy and public image. Basically, it’s restricting the disclosure of any personal information regarding him and his family, or any sensitive matter, Paul explained. 

Ok, you hummed. So, basically, you guys can… sue me in case anything happens ? 

Well, if you disclose anything confidential or publicly slander Marshall or his family, yes, Paul said.

You stared at him in disbelief, a bit insulted by the implication that you would hurt Marshall on purpose. If you were temped to slander anyone here, it was the manager. Marshall was staring at you with an annoyed expression on his face. Clearly, he wasn’t at ease here. You squinted and took a deep breath. 

Paul, can I ask you a few questions before I sign ? You asked. Just so that I actually know what I’m signing. 

Of course, he said as he took a sit. 

You’re a man of law, correct ? 

I am, he confirmed. I am an agent and manager, but also a lawyer.

As a man of law, would you agree to the premise that a relationship, in and of itself, is an agreement ? You asked. 

I would say that all relationships are contractual, yes, if that’s what you’re asking, he replied calmly. 

Now, wouldn’t you say that the basic term of this contract should be mutual trust and respect ?

Indeed, he said, but…

I hope you don’t mind me asking, you said with a smile as you cut him. I’m just confused because I don’t really see the trust and respect, here. 

You have to understand that you’re in a relationship with a celebrity, Y/N, he stated sternly. It comes with obligations. I don’t mean to doubt your intentions towards Marshall, of course, but he is not only my friend. He is my client and it is my job to protect his image.

I’d say it’s a little rich considering that I’ve known him for a while and I’m the one whose image has suffered the most, you pointed out. You might have forgotten about that diss track but I haven’t. 

You heard Marshall chortle softly. Paul looked at him sternly before turning back to you. 

I don’t suppose there’s any clause protecting me, in that NDA ? You asked. 

No, but you have to understand that Marshall would have absolutely no benefits slandering you or divulgating information, Paul replied. 

Right. It’s true that it’s unlike him to write tracks based on his personal experience, you said sarcastically. 

Hey ! Marshall said. 

Sorry, babe, it’s for the sake of the argument, here, you said softly. My point is, I trust you and I would never ask you to sign a contract promising that you won’t slander me, because it doesn’t even cross my mind that you would. We just got back together and I would appreciate going on at least one real date before we get paperwork involved. 

She’s right, Marshall told Paul.

If you want me to sign an NDA, I’ll do it, you told Marshall. But the request has to come from you, not Paul. And if we do this, I might have a few addendums of my own. 

Really ? Paul asked sternly. 

Oh yes, you said as you crossed your arms. At least two : one about potential diss tracks that Marshall may write about me, and another about your team’s duty to protect me. 

I will let the two of you talk about it, the manager said as he looked at Marshall. But I will get back to you on that matter. 

Wouldn’t expect anything else, you said sarcastically. 

Have a good day, Paul said. 

You too, man, Marshall said as he tried hard not to laugh. 

Paul left the paperwork in front of you and left the room. As he closed the door, Marshall looked at you and smiled as he shook his head. 

You are one feisty woman, he pointed out. 

No one gets to insult me in the morning, you replied. I know Paul doesn’t like me, but that’s a low blow. Seriously, Marshall… a NDA ? 

Well, yeah, that’s his job, he replied apologetically. I didn’t even think about it. Of course I trust you, baby. 

If it means that much to you, I’ll sign it, you said. But I’m a little hurt by the implication. 

Don’t think about it, he said. Let’s just enjoy our day, alright ? I’ll talk to Paul. But you standing up to him… that was something. 

You liked it ? You giggled. 

Are you kidding ? Little you putting that grown-ass man in his place by using his legal slang ? That was hot. 

So I take it that you like women with a temper ? You joked. 

Well I do, he chuckled. But smart women with a temper are even sexier. You are the hottest thing, right now. 

Is it the use of the word “addendum” that has you all hot and bothered ? You chuckled.

Maybe. Let me show you just how sexy you are when you’re feisty, he said with a grin as he took your arm and led you to the bedroom. 

A few hours later, you joined Hailie, Alaina and Stevie for a visit of the city. You even managed to get Marshall to tone down the security thing, arguing that it was Europe, Amsterdam of all places, and that having bodyguards would only draw more attention to him. You only had one security guy with you, dressed casually, and Marshall was dressed unassumingly. He seemed a little nervous at first, but when he realized you were right, he started to relax. You went to Museumsplein, enjoying the architecture and heading to the Van Gogh museum. The girls seemed happy to spend some time with their father and were ecstatic that there wasn’t a ton of security. 

Someone’s relaxed, today, Alaina pointed out. 

Must be old age, Marshall joked. Seriously, Y/N, you were right. Amsterdam is chill.

It’s one of my favorite cities in Europe, you said. 

Do you come here often ? Hailie asked. 

Not really, you said. Obviously, I’ve lived in Detroit for the last five years but back when I studied in France, I took a couple of trips here to… enjoy. 

Meaning drugs ? Stevie teased. 

Yes, you chuckled. I smoked my first blunt here when I was nineteen. My last one, too, actually. When I was twenty-one. 

Did you try anything else ? She asked. 

No. I’ve never been too attracted to drugs, you shrugged. 

Aren’t you in recovery, though ? She asked, visibly puzzled. 

Steve, maybe leave her alone ? Marshall interrupted. 

It’s fine, you said with a smile. I don’t mind. 

You let her ask you a few questions about your journey and your recovery and you answered them truthfully. The others were listening, too. You didn’t mind the curiosity and you thought you’d rather have them ask you questions directly than to assume the worst. Marshall was holding your hand as you walked around the exhibit. 

Now that we’ve filled our brains with culture, how about some shopping ? Alaina suggested. 

We still have a few days here if we want to do shopping, Stevie pointed out. 

How long do you plan on staying here ? You asked. 

About three days, Marshall said. 

Then, Dad planned on flying to Paris to see you, Hailie recalled. 

You girls know about that ? He asked surprised. 

Yes, they replied in unison. 

And I thought I was being discreet with my plans, he chuckled. Well obviously, the plan has slightly changed. 

I would gladly enjoy Europe for a while, Hailie said. I’d love to visit Paris, go to Italy… 

That would be a nice family vacation, Alaina agreed. 

I guess, Stevie shrugged. Although I can’t wait to see my boyfriend.

They just moved in together, Hailie explained. They’re still glued to each other. Kind of like you and Dad, she added with a smile as she stared at his hand in yours. 

We can chill in Europe for a while, Marshall said. I have about three weeks off anyway. 

Seriously ? Hailie asked in excitement. 

Sure, he shrugged. You can even fly your boyfriends, fiancés, whatever, in. It’s going to take a bit of logistics, but I guess we can make that work. 

You are the best Dad ever, Stevie said as she hugged him. 

I’m on it, Alaina said. I don’t have to work for the next two weeks. I will organize the best family vacations for us. 

The girls were excited and Marshall was all smiles. Obviously, making them happy made him happy as well. They talked about their plans while you stared at a couple of paintings. 

It’s nice, you commented. You having family vacations with your grown-up kids. 

I’ve spent so much time touring lately, I’m happy to spend time with them, he said. 

You’re going to have a blast, you said with a smile. 

I hope so, he replied. What do you say, pretty girl ? Do you want to tag along ? 

I should just let you enjoy with them, you said. 

I want you with me, though, he said as he kissed your temple. 

One condition though, you said. I’ll stick around if they’re ok with me being here. 

That’s fair, he said. 

He turned to his daughters. 

Girls, we just said partners are allowed for this vacation, right ? He asked with a smile. 

Yes, Dad, Y/N is invited, Hailie chuckled. But we still want some time alone with you, though. 

You got it, he said with a smile. Thank you ! 

You smiled at them and mouthed a “Thank you”. You were happy they included you but you didn’t want to intrude. You got out of the museum and went for some shopping. Now that you were sticking around, you needed to buy a few more clothes anyway. 

We’ll have to do some shopping, just the two of us, Marshall whispered in your ear. 

We’re already shoppin nowg, you pointed out with a smile. 

Yes, but I can’t take you shopping for lingerie with my kids, he chuckled. 

Might as well hit some sex shops, too while we’re at it, you joked. 

I think I’m going to enjoy these holidays, he said with a smile. 

It was a joke, you quickly said. 

We do have six months to catch up on, he said seductively in your ear. I hope you’re not planning on walking too much because you might be disappointed. 

You blushed and giggled nervously, like a schoolgirl. He flashed a charming smile at you and went on to talk to Stevie, who was getting bored while her sisters were browsing the store. You were looking at a couple of items when Hailie came to you. 

Can I talk to you ? She asked. 

Sure, you said nervously. 

The two of you went outside of the store. Everything was good with Hailie, but you were still a bit nervous. She might be a girl your age, but she had definitely inherited her Dad’s charisma and the memories of the day she went off on you were enough to make you worry about what she had to say. 

What’s up ? You asked after a few seconds of silence. 

I just wanted to thank you again, she said. Dad seems really happy that you’re here. I haven’t seen him this relaxed in years. I mean, family vacations out of the blue and hanging out without tons of security usually doesn’t happen for us. 

Thank you for flying me in, you said. 

Also, I wanted to clear the air… Obviously, I disapprove of you cheating on my best friend to be with my Dad but I see how good the two of you are for each other. And since Josh is over you now, I don’t see a reason why I should keep on being mad at you, she said. 

Thanks, you sighed in relief. You know, I’m not a cheater… I’m not going to deny that I cheated on Josh and I know how wrong that was. Believe me, I still hate myself for it. But that’s not who I am. 

I hope so, she said with a smile. Because if you cheat on Dad or if you hurt him, I will be your worst nightmare. 

I don’t doubt that, you chuckled. But believe me, I will not hurt him. 

She gave you a small hug and you went back to shopping while making small talk. As the afternoon came to an end, you went back to the hotel and spent a bit of time there before going to dinner. You were getting ready for his birthday dinner. You got dressed and joined him in the living room area. 

You’re stunning, he said with a smile. 

You don’t look too bad yourself, you giggled. 

Next to you, I look like a peasant, he joked. I don’t know how I got so lucky. 

You look incredible, you said as you stroked his cheek. In fact, if we weren’t almost late for dinner, I would gladly show you how attractive I think you are… 

You’re such a tease, he groaned. 

And you love it, you chuckled. Come on, we’re going to be late ! 

I swear, the second we’re back in the room, I am tying you to this bed. 

The two of you went downstairs to the restaurant, as directed by his daughters. In the elevator, it was just the two of you and he took it as a great opportunity to make out. You loved having him all over you like this. It was the best feeling in the world. When you got to the restaurant, you were greeted by his daughters, his team and some other people who had flown in to celebrate him. He seemed genuinely surprised and happy to see everyone. As he was making his rounds and saying hi to everybody, you spotted Talia and Jamal. You immediately ran to hug them. After all, you hadn’t seen them in ages. 

My baby ! Talia shrieked. 

I missed you guys, you said as you took them in your arms. 

We missed you too, sis’, Jamal chuckled. 

It’s so great that you are here, you said in excitement. 

Of course, we wouldn’t miss Em’s birthday, Jamal replied. 

You know me, I could care less about this old man’s birthday, Talia joked. I came to see my bestie ! 

I heard that, Marshall grinned from behind you. 

The four of you giggled and he hugged them before grabbing your hand. 

Sorry guys, I have to steal her for a minute, he said with a smile. 

You better give her back, Em, Talia warned playfully. 

I just need to introduce my girl to a few people, he said. 

He grabbed your hand and took you to meet a few of his friends. This time, it did feel like something official. You weren’t used to holding his hand in public, but it was pleasing. You would have expected him to be more distant with other people around and, in a way, he wasn’t as touchy-feely as when it was just the two of you, but he was still extremely soft with you. 

Guys, this is Y/N, my girlfriend, he said with a smile. Y/N, this is Andre and Curtis. 

By “Andre and Curtis”, he was casually referring to Dr Dre and 50 Cent. Your hip-hop knowledge may not have been the greatest but you were still very much aware that you were in front of two legends. You felt suddenly shy. 

Nice to meet you, you said shyly as you shook their hands. 

Very nice to meet you, Y/N, Andre said. 

We didn’t know you had such a pretty girl, man, Curtis said with a smile. Kept her hidden ? 

Kind of, Marshall chuckled. 

So, what do you do, Y/N ? Dre asked. I mean, besides putting up with him, which is probably a full-time job. 

With lots of overtime, you joked. I’m actually a PhD Researcher in communications. 

A doctor, actually, Marshall corrected. 

Right, you chuckled. 

So what you mean to say is that she’s really smart and still puts up with you ? Curtis asked. 

I’m not too sure why, but I’m happy she does, Marshall grinned, causing you to blush. 

How did you meet ? Andre asked. 

In the studio, Marshall simply said. She put up with me while I recorded the album. 

And you’re still here, Y/N ? Curtis asked. We all know how that man can get when he’s in the zone… 

They all chuckled, as it was apparently generally accepted that Marshall could be an ass when he was in recording-mode. They got to talking about recording and some newly released albums that they thought were good and you listened. Hearing him talk so passionately about hip-hop was always fascinating. He also seemed truly at ease and relaxed. Obviously, they were good friends of his and there was a lot of mutual respect between them. 

At dinner, you sat next to Talia and Jamal, enjoying their company. You had missed them a lot and you were almost emotional. They told you how happy they were that you and Marshall were back together. At the end of the meal, dessert came : a huge cake with fifty-two candles. 

Make a wish, you whispered in Marshall’s ear. 

My wish came true yesterday, he chuckled. 

Another one, then, you giggled. 

Fine. 

He closed his eyes for a second and blew the candles in one breath as everyone clapped. 

Time for presents ? Dre asked. 

No need for presents, guys, Marshall shrugged. You guys coming is enough. Unless it’s a Lions victory for the Superbowl. Then I want that. 

He got a few great presents but the stars of the show were the plaques he was presented with, by Dre and Fifty, celebrating the album that was already certified platinum in the US, as well as Track 12, that was streamed more than 50 000 000 times already. 

I believe that deserves a speech, Curtis suggested. 

Fuck, Marshall said, visibly emotional. Uh… Ok. Obviously, I’d like to thank all of you for coming here and celebrating my birthday, especially while I’m on tour. I’m thankful for all of the surprises. I’m very grateful for everyone who was involved in planning the album and the tour. I know I’ve been a pain in the ass this year and I can’t promise I’ll be easier to put up with as time goes on but I appreciate each and everyone of you and…

He took a deep breath. 

This album means a lot to me. I’m lucky to have had an amazing run and I’m not sure I will put out a lot of albums in the future, but regardless, I can say that if this had to be the last, I’d be proud to end on such a high note. And as for Track 12… You guys know I don’t really care about numbers but this one holds a special place in my heart. It’s the last track we produced for the album. We made it in secret a few days before wrapping the project. Very few people knew about it and the fact that it turns out to be such a success is crazy to me. I have to thank my man Jamal for the beat, Skylar, of course, without whose voice I couldn’t have done it and… Y/N, he added as he looked at you lovingly. The track would not exist without you and you are an incredible lyricist. 

He kissed your cheek as he sat down and you couldn’t help but blush. Everyone chuckled and clapped before eating cake and over-indulging on champagne, for the most of them. The party went on for a few hours and you enjoyed yourself. It was really chill and you got to spend time with all the people you had missed since you left Detroit. Eventually, people started going to bed and you decided to do the same. The only problem was that Marshall was the one who had the key to the room and he was nowhere to be found. 

Have you seen Marshall ? You asked Royce. 

I think he’s outside with Tracy, he shrugged. 

You went to search for him and, indeed, you found him with her. You hadn’t seen much of Tracy yet. As far as you knew, she was a longtime member of his team, working as some sort of assistant. You had never met her before, but it wasn’t too surprising seeing as Marshall was in album mode back then. They seemed to be in deep conversation and didn’t even notice that you were approaching. 

Does she know about us ? She asked. 

Nope, he said. I don’t see why she should. It doesn’t matter. It’s in the past anyway.

I sucked your dick in your hotel room two days ago, Marshall, she said sternly. How can you say it’s in the past ? 

You unintentionally let out a gasp, causing the two of them to look at you. She covered her mouth with her hand, as Marshall stared at you with terror on his face.