#imagine her turning back excitedly only to find herself alone

[hanakihan]

man you have no idea the sheer DESIRE to write something about Titanic esque chulwoo AU

The main drill is that Sungs come from a rather wealthy old noble family (courtesy of Ashborn as their predecessor being royal knight or smth), Jin-Woo is a next heir while Jin-Ah studies to become a doctor (or a nurse depending on timeline it happens im not even completely sure with setting but probably og titanic vibe mixed with Korean Idek wheeze) and parents send them on a cruise ship for vacation (and in hopes jinwoo will meet nice noblewoman or any woman since sungs are pretty chill about bloodline)

Then there’s Jin-Chul who’s a ship engineer/captain in training courtesy of navy captain on pension Gun-Hee. Gun-Hee comes from rather humble background but managed to reach rather prestigious position of first navy and then civil ship captain but now he’s on pension, and this man is an example to Jin-Chul that you can reach your dream despite your upbringing. Jin-Chul himself also comes from rather humble background on verge of poverty but money and fame never fascinated him, but ships and sailing did. When Jin-Chul was assigned on Gun-Hee’s ship as a new engineer, Gun-Hee saw talent in boy and unofficially took him under his wing teaching him to be a captain. Then Gun-Hee left (or honestly more likely was forcefully dismissed) and Jin-Chul got assigned as one of engineers/coal workers on this giant ship, but Gun-Hee still sails under his own name as a trader or smth like that.

Cue sailing day and at evening Jin-Woo excused himself since noble parties bore him to death and anyway, evening is beautiful and sea is calm. Wandering around he stumbles upon Jin-Chul doing small repairs and who nearly hit Jin-Woo in nose with his elbow because he came too close without announcement. Jin-Chul stiffly apologizing because he knows how annoying nobles can be but is surprised when Jin-Woo is the one to apologize for being so careless and invites him for an apology tea or coffee since compared to other choices Jin-Chul seems as a perfect company thanks to his sharp tongue, wits and knowledge.

Some day of cruise pass and they become rather close friends, Jin-Woo visits Jin-Chul in lowest decks which surprises everyone here and they have a rather nice drinking and dancing session, while in turn Jin-Woo helps Jin-Chul to sneak in 1st class deck so they can chat and play chess in peace of room (and so he can introduce Jin-Chul to Jin-Ah). Jin-Woo even tries to gift Jin-Chul his sapphire brooch so he can sell it for nice sum of money and get his own ship or even open his own company or smth, but Jin-Chul politely refuses, satisfied with their friendship.

Cue disaster night. Now think about captain being an incompetent prick (maybe even on levels of Costa Concordia captain damn) and fucking up entire probably miss into sure hit (even if Jin-Chul risked it and asked people to follow his instructions despite it being a big ass discipline insubordination but no one really minded because people saw that captain gives shit orders) but since bridge was still under captains command, instructions contradicted, but it still allowed a graze hit rather than direct one. So yea this gets worse, Jin-Chul was in section that suffered from impact and got tore, barely got out of here along with most of his men. Seeing how fast water fills decks he tells people to go higher and himself runs to find Sungs or other people he knows. Apparently he finds panicking Jin-Ah and through dangers of ice cold water and falling construction manages to cross paths with Jin-Woo until they got separated again. They manage to get out of sinking shell that nearly becomes their coffin (because he promised Jin-Woo to take care of and save Jin-Ah no matter what goddamnit), Jin-Chul manages to place Jin-Ah on some drifting wood before starting to sink because of cold water.

Now, I’m a sucker for happy endings despite shit looking really bad, so let’s say Jin-Woo with others on safe boat manages to find shell shocked Jin-Ah wrapped in Jin-Chul’s coat, pointing at water and trying to say something with her teeth chattering and managing to say that he’s drowning, Jin-Woo saying ‘not on my fucking watch’ and jumps after, managing to grab him and drag on surface, man is absolutely freezing with lips blue and not really conscious but still weakly breathing.

ANYWAY they safely get back on shore, they all get medical treatment, Jin-Chul earns himself pneumonia (well fuck his sailing dreams ig), Sungs’ gratitude for saving their children and a fucking trial because captain blamed entire catastrophe on lower deck crew defying his orders and following engineer’s ones and that’s a big ass crime in navy. Things ain’t looking good because they want to prosecute him in shortest time to give people answers who’s the guilty one, Jin-Woo is really ready to throw hands with people, Jin-Chul’s patient explanations through coughs ain’t helping because no one can confirm accuracy of his words and that’s when Gun-Hee himself enters court saying smth like ‘maybe you should interrogate deck staff too to hear what commands captain was giving’ and then our sir proceeds to destroy this captain‘s whole career. Jin-Chul is cleaned of accusations and becomes a sort of a good example semi-legend, but thanks to extreme colds diving he now can’t sail on long distances but fear not Gun-Hee invites him to work for him since Jin-Chul is out of commission and Jin-Woo once again gifts Jin-Chul a sapphire brooch but this time asking if Jin-Chul will share future with him. Jin-Chul honestly having ??? reaction while Jin-Woo with the most deadpan face asks ‘You seriously think I’ll dive into cold waters of ocean at night to drag you on surface and then using my body warmth to keep you alive if i didn’t cared about you???’

[fairlyang]

mystery girl 🕷️

w/c: 2.2K

pairing: miguel o’hara x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. pure filth, desperate to be fucked, amazing friend shows you the way, male glory hole, choosing the thick one, age gap (20’s & 30’s), sucking dick, save a horse ride a cowboy (kinda)

a/n: bro it’s been a month since I had this idea but I was so preoccupied with the other 183749272 of my wips she was left behind🥲 but alas the reverse rookie finally (i was gonna write abt clothes but it flew past me- I was imagining a dress!)

part 1.2 — part 1.3

you were growing tired of the endless swiping on tinder and absolute douchebags you stumbled across, all that just to find someone for a small fling was way too much

at that point you’d have better luck finding someone at a bar but you also weren’t in the mood to converse with someone, especially whilst ovulating when you just needed to pounce on someone, no questions asked

so when complaining to your friends about your hungry need but lack of sex, they told you to go to a nearby sex toy store because they had gloryholes in the back. you were so stunned to even say anything because you couldn’t believe something like that even existed, let alone so close to you

one of them even offered to go with you that same night because you were already squeezing your thighs together in desperation and so you wouldn’t feel so nervous. you said yes of course and that was when she told you they also had an adult theater and you nearly fell off the couch

after a short drive of five minutes tops, you had arrived and you thought maybe you��d look around or something but nope your friend just grabbed your hand and went straight to the back. she waved at the cashier and gave him a smile, “hey al, is it busy tonight?”

al shrugged then nodded and she gave him a thumbs up before dragging you past the door and taking a right turn. “he doesn’t look like he’s meant to work here of all places.” you joke and she laughs

the man had two long braids, a tie dye shirt and what looked to be camo shorts with sandals. just absolutely random but she waved you off

“al’s cool, this is his part time-“ she utters, making you snicker

“fucked him too huh?” you tease making her roll her eyes

“and what about it?” she says playfully earning herself an eye roll

she led you the whole way through now taking a left and entering the first door, loud moans immediately being heard

“these over here are straight men and the others are gay men.” she explains and points to each section

you both walk over to the left side to where the straight guys would be and it was better quality than expected

instead of it being literal holes on walls it had a fancier getup, the men’s torsos were sticking out of a hole while laying down on some sort of table and their upper half was hidden behind black fabric. they all had pictures above their hole with a picture of their faces and their ages

“this is insane.” you mutter and she excitedly nods

“go have your pick! and don’t be afraid to be picky, choose what you need girl.” she says making you roll your eyes

she says that when there’s only two available guys anyway. There were three other guys with girls on top of them, riding away and letting out the craziest of moans

so you walk directly to the first available guy and look at his picture. a cute white guy, looked mature, thirty three years old and his name was Peter

he must’ve sensed your presence because his cock twitched. he was very long but not so thick

you preferred the girth so you went on to the one next to him and your eyes nearly fell out of their sockets

this one was fucking long and thick. so fucking thick you thought it’d be impossible to fit inside you

but anything was possible

so you looked at his picture and were pleasantly surprised to find a latino, not only that but a fine one. he was thirty four years old and his name was Miguel

how the hell both of these man were in here is beyond you but you’re so feeling so fucking lucky because Miguel’s cock was exactly what you’ve been needing

you just want to be filled to the absolute brim, feel a cock stretch you out as if it were the first time

so you climbed onto the table and Miguel’s cock also twitched out of excitement. meanwhile your friend jumped on top of Peter and was already positioning his cock to her entrance

crazy girl

you were wet but you felt like you had to be fucking drenched to be able to take him all so you scoot down his body and taking a hold of his cock. you kitten licked the tip causing for precum to leak immediately, poor guy must’ve been waiting a while..

you decide to not waste anymore time, for both your sakes and spit on it, letting it dribble down his length before stroking him with both hands. you were nearly drooling just looking at it but you couldn’t really be blamed

miguel was already moaning mainly because the girls were looking past him because he was just too thick and they couldn’t handle it. so he had to give props to his mystery girl that was hopefully going to give him a proper shot

he was already cheered up just by you knowing what you were doing. if this was all he was gonna get he’d be content with it

but you didn’t come here to please a man, that’s never top priority, top priority is taking care of yourself. though hearing his moans were just slightly changing your mind on that, you were already starting to drip through your panties

maybe it was the fact that you were only stroking him and he was moaning for you just from that, or maybe because he was a hot older man and you never had the confidence to go for men like him

definitely the latter

you figured it was enough teasing and started to take him in your mouth, or at least tried to because it was much more than you were expecting

for now you were able to take a little bit past his tip, which wasn’t too bad considering you hadn’t sucked a dick this thick and his groans weren’t exactly saying you’re doing a bad job so you continued

you started to stroke him as you tried to take more of him then pull back and going back for more. this only had him trying his hardest to not push his hips up

you bobbed your head back and forth, now able to take half of it which was for sure an accomplishment. you only prayed your pussy could do the same

he continued with his melody of grunts and groans, then some praises came along

“fuck just like that baby.”

“taking this cock so well.”

“such a good fucking girl.”

as soon as the first praise left his lips you started going faster, hearing the other two only left you moaning against him

he groaned and subconsciously lifted his hips up making you take nearly all of it

you closed your eyes and started to go lower, stroking the last bit that you couldn’t fit

you swirled your tongue against his underside as you bopped your head up and down faster resulting in him moaning even louder

at this point you were absolutely drenched and you could feel him twitch in your mouth so you fully pulled away

he thought that was it so he was preparing himself for the worst while you sat up and climbed on top of his lap, hovering over his dick as you pulled your dress up and slid your panties to the side

you lowered yourself down, grabbing his dick, and positioning it to your entrance

first you swirled the tip against your folds, just so your wetness can act as lube because you’ll need it

you then decided to grind against the entire length and it felt so amazing

you moaned and shivered as he brought a hand out just to put it on your hip, lightly squeezing the skin

finally it was time and you prayed for the best

you straightened his cock and positioned it to your entrance again, except this time you slowly were moving down. his tip alone was a painful stretch so you just stayed there biting your lip until the pain went away

it took a few more minutes before you moved down the tiniest bit. he was so much thicker than you antipciated. you thought your toys would’ve prepared you but they were to no luck helpful

you took a deep breath then let it out before going down a little more, probably not even at the half way point yet

it was starting to feel better so you brought yourself up then went down to where you could take it. you sighed after doing it again, now feeling a mix of pain and pleasure but mostly ignoring the pain

you took a good two inches when you finally felt comfortable so you went even lower, finally hitting the hallway point. “you’re doing so good baby.” he murmured, fighting back the urge to cum right then and there

you clenched against him making you both moan which was a good sign

you decided enough was enough and slammed down, whimpers escaping your lips as Miguel moaned in bliss

his hand rubbed your thigh softly as you slowly come up then slam down again. “Fuck-!“

it was now fully pleasure and you could feel him fill you entirely. his cock felt perfect inside you and you should’ve complained about your sex life sooner

you lower your body down, arching your back as you move your ass up and down. you closed your eyes and moaned every time you went all the way down

his tip was nearly grazing your sweet spot and if you went any faster both of you would be goners

but for now you took your time. it was so sensual as well as hot. Miguel had his arms behind his head just wishing he could see you. he also wanted to kiss you as he pounded into you so he could feel you moan in his mouth but it was a glory hole for a reason

you finally started moving a bit faster now, your ass smacking against his thighs each time you came down. the sounds were driving him insane

you sounded so wet and your voice was so angelic. every noise you made had him wanting to hear more of you

so he did the logical thing to be able to do that and thrusted his hips against you, taking you by surprise. he wanted to be selfish, he’s been dying to cum and you’re the first girl who dared to try his cock out today so he started to thrust his hips upwards.

he was now pounding into you as you held your position because there was no point in moving now. he groaned as he started going faster and harder, you just felt so fucking good he couldn’t help himself

he needed to have all of you so bad

he was going at such a brutal pace you thought he was going to fully come out of the hole just to fuck you properly but he didn’t

instead he took his other hand out, stopping for a solid second just to bring your ass down and wrapping his arms around you. he held on tightly and before you could object, he went back to pounding into you, no point in waiting so he went at the exact same pace again

you moaned out as he fucked you harder, the sounds from your corner being the loudest out of the whole room but you didn’t care. the sexiest man you’ve ever laid your eyes on was fucking you as if you were his to take and you weren’t going to stop him

you’ve been so desperate for a hookup like this you should’ve known to look for the older men over guys your age. of fucking course a thirty year old was gonna know what to do over someone in their twenties

you were already thinking far ahead to think any time you’re horny to just drop by since it was so close and just let him fuck you however he wants in the adult theater

but the current moment was perfect too

he was mumbling dirty nothings as he mercilessly pounded into you, feeling that familiar feeling in his abdomen already. it wasn’t his fault you had such a tight pussy that must’ve been made just for him. like a missing puzzle piece

he was a groaning mess and you could just tell that you were creaming on his dick because of how wet it sounded. “fuck please don’t stop-“

his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his grip on you loosened. he changed to now doing deeper thrusts which was a perfect switch because he was hitting your g spot with every thrust and you were feeling so close to your orgasm

you tightened around him which only made him go even faster as you both moaned for one another. that did it for him and he came inside you. you whimpered and brought your body back up just for your orgasm to hit you hard and lift your hips up as he filled you completely

your heart was racing, your body was shaking, and you just closed your eyes to calm yourself down while still having him inside you

he pumped you full and you couldn’t even be bothered to complain or fight him on it. it’s what you fucking craved and deserved so maybe you gotta thank him instead

next part

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Remember that ask with a s/o who had a mech? That one with firefly.

(H:SR Short Fic) Firefly's S/O using a mech

I was going to do something more comical originally, but unfortunately for everyone I just saw Gundam Narrative, which means Firefly isn't allowed to have nice things. Warnings: Angst/No Comfort, just sad robot on robot action (in the beat the shit out of each other way) Word Count: 1.8k

Firefly sat upon the roof, enjoying the peace and quiet as she stared at the stars far above in the sky. However, it wasn't long before the sounds of footsteps approached from below. She turned to the source of the sound, her lips forming into a bright smile.

(Firefly) "S/O?"

(S/O) "Hey, sorry I'm late!"

S/O was panting as they joined her, Firefly moving a little to her left to make room. They sat down close, to the point their legs were constantly brushing against hers, but neither seemed to mind. Instead of looking back to the stars, Firefly's gaze remained on S/O's own smile.

(S/O) "I was just making some final adjustments to the Phenex! I think it'll be ready to fly with you by tomorrow night!"

Firefly's eyes widened at S/O's news, leaning closer into their shoulder.

(Firefly) "Really? That's great!"

S/O beamed at her reaction, nodding excitedly as one hand wrapped around hers.

(S/O) "Honestly, I'll probably end up falling a bunch of times, but I promise, we'll find the brightest stars we can together!"

Firefly's imagination started running wild with images of S/O comically flailing about in their own steel suit, making her giggle. She couldn't wait to actually see what happened.

She opened her mouth to say something, but the words never left as she noticed S/O looked up to the sky, with a much more somber expression despite their lighthearted quip.

(S/O) "...The brightest star, huh?"

(Firefly) "...S/O?"

S/O squeezed her hand tighter as they remained silent for a moment. They seemed to grow sadder with every second that passed.

(S/O) "Did...I ever tell you the reason I even began making the Phenex, Firefly?"

She tilted her head in confusion as her brows furrowed.

(Firefly) "No, you didn't. I assumed you just wanted to be with me whenever I donned SAM."

(S/O) "Well, it was that too, but..."

Firefly felt their thumb fidget against the top of her hand as they struggled to come up with an answer, in which she simply said nothing, giving them all the time they needed.

(S/O) "I wanted to go up into the stars myself, brave whatever awaited me out there, so I could find a way to defy your fate."

Their voice started to tremble as they spoke their reason aloud.

(Firefly) "S/O..."

Finally, they turned to face her, tears welling up in their eyes.

(S/O) "That's what I'll do with the Phenex. I'll become a bird and soar, so that way I can find a way for you to be reborn."

Firefly and S/O said nothing after that declaration, staring at each other before they sighed, letting go of her hand and resting it in their face.

(S/O) "Oh my god, that sounded way better in my head than it did out loud..."

Firefly was only stunned for a few more seconds before she burst into laughter, making S/O pout at her reaction.

(S/O) "H-Hey! I know it sounded bad but you don't have to laugh that much at it!"

Both her hands rested on her stomach as it began to hurt, her laughter barely stopping as she tried her best to reply.

(Firefly) "I-I-I'm sorry! I promise I'm not laughing at you!"

It took her a minute to finally calm herself down, S/O still grumbling under their breath as they waited. Firefly gently wiped their tears away with a finger before kissing them on the cheek.

(Firefly) "It's a sweet gesture, S/O...Thank you."

S/O smiled at Firefly, resting their head onto her shoulders and closing their eyes.

(S/O) "Do you mind if I sleep up here with you tonight? I...Don't want to be alone right now."

(Firefly) "I don't think there's anything more I'd want right now than having you with me."

...

...

Firefly sat alone on another starry night, but this time there would be no one to join her. Her hands rested on each other in her lap while she stared up at the night sky, waiting for her signal.

The planet she was on now was completely different from the one S/O and her shared their last night. Instead of warm city lights, there was nothing but ruins and debris below her.

It was here where the reports of a brilliant golden machine, leaving behind a blue trail around the cosmos was sighted. Many assumed that it was some kind of divine being, or an unexplained anomaly in the universe making itself known.

But Firefly knew the truth of what it was.

Or rather, who it was.

...

...

The last step of the process was to have S/O's mind sync up with the Phenex's system. It was an extremely risky process, as this technology was still experimental and not fully understood.

Apparently, it was something that allowed the person's mind to directly translate into the machine's movements and combat capabilities, which S/O accepted the risk without hesitation.

This would be the power they needed to give Firefly her life back.

And finally settling into the suit, S/O let their mind begin synchronizing with the Phenex.

With barely a second passing, their eyes widened as their body felt a shock of pain growing faster by the second.

Firefly saw S/O's vitals rapidly spiking up and down as the Phenex dropped to one knee, screaming all the while.

(Firefly) "S/O?!"

The golden mech started to twitch involuntarily, its shield-wings shooting out and lodging itself into the facility's walls. S/O's screams were eventually drowned out by the Phenex's metallic joints creaking, almost as if it were roaring.

In an instant, flames materialized around Firefly as she dashed towards S/O, moving to rip them out of their suit. However, as soon as she made contact with them, the machine's eyes flared red and blew her backwards.

Firefly was easily able to catch herself from crashing into the floor, immediately flipping to use the walls as a launch pad as the armor's thrusters activated and she rocketed back to S/O.

The Phenex's shield wings stabbed itself into the ground and made her armor crash straight into it, making her lose course as she spiraled out of control for only a second.

Not wasting time, the Phenex's shield wings flew back behind it, and the machine flew straight up, tearing a hole through it and sped away, eventually out of sight and into the atmosphere.

...

It had been months since the incident, and Firefly was determined to bring them back. If the Phenex was still flying, then that means S/O was still alive.

As if on cue, a blue streak cut across the night sky like a knife, catching her attention and making her heart race.

(Firefly) "..."

She wanted to call out their name, but knew that they couldn't hear her anymore. What she needed to do now was to stop the Phenex.

The wind blowing her hair back was strong since she was standing at the top of a skyscraper. She knew for a fact that the Phenex would be able to detect her no matter what, so might as well choose the location that'd start the closest to them.

It took her a few seconds to stand up from her spot, and she took a deep breath, frowning as her eyes traced the blue streak that flew in a straight line above her, towards the horizon.

One foot stepped in front of the other, letting her drop from the building's edge and fall toward the ground.

Without so much as blinking, the area around her ignited as the armor's thrusters kicked into full burst, the building behind her getting scorched in the process as she gracefully weaved through the city and into the sky after the Phenex.

As elements of her HUD began blinking into view, her eyes remained focused on the blue line of light suddenly veered to her right.

With a simple nudge of her body, the armor tilted and extra thrusters emerged from the skirts of her armor to gain faster speed, feeling her body and suit both begin to heat up.

The Phenex's trail dropped completely downwards onto the streets, trying to lose its pursuer as it began wildly darting in an unpredictable manner, before it eventually disappeared into a tunnel.

Firefly quickly followed it into the temple, still not saying a word as she kept an eye on her suit's motion trackers.

Before the radar could even register the movement, the Phenex suddenly burst from the tunnel's walls, debris scattering everywhere and threatening to crush her.

She simply frowned as one punch completely obliterated the stone that tried to crash into her, eyes still following the Phenex for a split second before it tried to escape behind her.

Firefly's other arm extended outward and managed to catch the leg of the machine, before diverting her strength to fling it into the wall directly behind her, letting the Phenex slam into the stone and temporarily disabling it.

She raised her arm to disable the machine's flight unit before realizing the shield wings it had just a second ago were missing.

Alarms were ringing as signatures were quickly approaching from her flanks, making her extend both arms to catch the shields before it threatened to bisect her, Firefly's teeth clenching from the impact.

The machine's eyes stared at Firefly's helmet, and for a brief moment, its red eyes flashed a blue color.

And though it was hazy, a voice spoke out to her from the corners of her mind. It may have been her imagining things, but that didn't stop Firefly's voice from crying out:

(Firefly) "S/O!"

Seemingly unaffected by Firefly's counter, the Phenex's eyes returned to its natural state before quickly dislodging itself from its position and rocketed out of the tunnel, both shields following after.

(Firefly) "Just hang on, S/O, please!"

Even though time was the last thing on her side, she prayed that she stayed strong, at least for long enough to catch the Phenex. Firefly truly had no idea if S/O was still inside that suit considering how long it had been, but at the very least, she would avenge them by destroying the machine.

Not to mention, this machine existed because of her. It was created solely to help her, yet it seemed to be dragging both her and S/O to Aeons know where.

But she didn't care about where it was taking them, only that she rescued the person who gave their life for her.

Firefly's armor crouched before taking off, denting the concrete below her as it was left scorched by all her thrusters activating, flying after the Phenex.

...

There were many researchers and travelers who spoke of seeing a red comet chasing after a blue one in the skies that night.

No one had any idea what it was, but everyone watched in a mixture of awe and confusion, watching as the comets eventually took off into space, off towards a destination unknown.

[sirianasims]

Chapter 36

Out Of The Woods

“Daddy, did you see how fast I was? Did you see me?”

“I saw you, you did so well! Ivy and I were cheering for you all the time.”

Hailey had placed second in her first track run. I worked as a coach for the track & field teams now, so Samuel had been sitting with Ivy as they watched Hailey run.

We went to the pier, all four of us together for once, and got ice cream. Hailey was excitedly telling Samuel all about her track times.

It made my heart swell, not so much because she seemed to have a talent for running, but because I hadn’t seen her so proud of herself before, and I was happy that Samuel was here to experience it too. I didn’t want him to miss too many of the girls’ milestones just because we were no longer together.

The girls ran off to try the ferris wheel and we were alone. Samuel awkwardly scooted over to where Hailey had been sitting. We never spent any time together these days. Ever since that uncomfortable Winterfest a year and a half ago, we had mostly kept it to administrative texts and taking turns picking up the girls from kindergarten.

Finally, Samuel cleared his throat.

“So, uh. You look… well.”

I couldn’t help but smile. I was sweaty and Ivy had wiped some ice cream on my sleeve, but I did feel better than I had in a long time.

“Thanks. You too. The beard suits you.”

We talked for a while, carefully sticking to safe subjects. I told him about Jessica getting into fashion design, how she was planning to move to Del Sol Valley with her boyfriend. Samuel updated me on Daria and Griffin who just found out they were expecting a baby.

Then, his expression turned serious.

“Do you ever… have you talked to Charlie?”

I realised that it was the first time either of us had spoken his name for almost two years.

“No. I wouldn’t pick up if he called, but he hasn’t tried.”

“He actually called me when he heard about the divorce. But we didn’t speak for long. I may have said that I would personally castrate him without anaesthesia if he ever contacted you again.”

“Samuel -”

“With a dull scalpel. I was pretty angry at the time, and he said some really cruel things, and… I just don’t know who he is anymore. I haven’t heard from him since.”

I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to give him a hug, but I couldn’t imagine Samuel would ever want me to touch him again.

“Samuel, I’m really sorry that I screwed things up for everyone. Not just us, but you and Charlie too.”

Samuel sighed and attempted to smile.

“Hey, he wasn’t exactly blameless. He was supposed to be my brother. He should never have... anyways, you said you wanted to discuss the girls’ living arrangement? Are you not happy with the split?”

I was grateful for the change of subject.

“I am, but I’ve been asked to coach the track & field team for seniors as well. And I would like to accept, but it’s in the evenings and I’d need you to have the girls a bit more often. I know your schedule can be difficult, so I only want to do it if you can find the time.”

He looked relieved.

“Sure, we can figure something out. For a moment I wondered if you, you know… Found someone.”

“Oh, no. It’s nothing like that. I just figured I should be doing something worthwhile with my time now that the girls are getting older, instead of being stuck in the house all the time.”

“You do know that was always an option, right?”

“Sorry, Samuel, I don’t mean to sound like I was a prisoner. It was my own choice to stay at home, I know. And you did try to talk me out of it.”

“Maybe I should have tried harder.”

“Samuel, don’t. I doubt you could have convinced me back then. I was pretty out of reach, I think. You were right, there was nothing you could have said that would have made me listen.”

We were both quiet.

I wanted to ask him if he was seeing someone, ask why he cared if I was. But suddenly the girls were back and begged for more ice cream and the moment had passed.

beginning / previous / next

[noodlestaocc]

Cap'n Noodles Makes A Friend

a brief little story for fun

It was a bright, sunsoaked day in Barrelbuster Bay, the perfect kind for some sort of adventure. The sun hung high amidst the sky, and one could swear they could hear the sand just screaming for you to set out to find something neat.

Not for Cap’n Noodles however.

The normally rambunctious pirate was oblivious to the call of the day, deeply sleeping within her quarters, sprawled across her desk with an old map serving as her makeshift blanket.

She hadn’t exerted herself significantly the day prior, nor did she stay up terribly late. She just didn’t feel like getting out of bed that day, for whatever reason.

The curtains were drawn tight, and she was lost in dreams, content to remain in her cozy cocoon until her stomach rudely interrupted her pleasantries with a loud grumble.

Noodles groaned, only to roll off her cluttered desk and land with a thud on the weathered wooden floor, sending a globe and spyglass tumbling down beside her. “Ow!” she whined, wincing as her senses gradually returned. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, and the cries of gulls echoed outside, informing her it was midday, and she had slept in once more.

"Oh... late."

Her stomach interrupted her again, an insistent reminder that it was time to find something to eat.

Noodles liked food, but sometimes she wished she didn’t have to eat. To live, one must eat; to eat, one must work; and to work, one must exert themselves—not exactly the most thrilling of pursuits for a fun-oriented person like Noodles.

Yet, her stomach was unforgiving, so she reluctantly pulled herself off the floor and ventured out of her quarters. 

Squinting against the harsh sunlight that assaulted her weary eyes, she wandered the deck, contemplating her options for a meal. She was all out of noodles, because she didn’t want to work. She was also all out of bread, because she didn’t want to work. No crackers either. Why? Because she hadn’t worked a single minute in the past week.

The last thing she wanted to do was hold herself accountable, so she put her brain to work on finding a quick, easy solution to her hunger problem. And after a disappointingly considerable amount of thought, she did.

She could catch a fish.

Over by the railing, the salty seawater reflected Noodles’ unwavering gaze as she stared down into the pleasantly colored depths. The average person likely wouldn’t be able to see very far into the rippling blue, but Noodles was different. Everything was clear as glass to her, and she was just waiting for one poor sucker of a fish to swim a bit too close. 

Then, just as she began to grow bored of her little stakeout, she saw a fish meander its way to her boat, triggering an anticipating grin to swiftly make itself known on her face.

It was big. It was delightfully oblivious. Did I mention it was big? It just had to come a little closer, and then…

Noodles pounced into the waters, cutting through the seas like a dart in the wind towards her breakfast. This was the fun part. The fish’s reaction time was regrettably not as sizable as its body, and before it could notice the long-armed child barreling towards her, the captain’s sharp teeth clamped down upon its scaly exterior and violently ripped it from its ocean home.

Emerging onto the beach with her prize, Noodles spat it out onto the sand once she was sure it was dead, and did a little dance to dry off.

"He he haw, that's breakfast! Time to eat!"

She swiftly turned back to her meal, only for her eyes to meet another.

It was a fuzzy, big-eyed, spectacularly rotund seal.

The two just stared at each other for a minute or two. Noodles never imagined she’d see a seal this close, let alone at all, and the seal clearly didn’t expect her to either.

Her eyes slowly dilated at the sight of the creature until she smiled brightly and excitedly exclaimed at the top of her lungs, “SHIVER ME TIMBERS! A SEA PUPPY!!!”

The seal jolted at her reaction, grabbing the fish and bouncing off at a remarkable pace across the sand. Noodles’ face dropped at both the seal AND her lunch getting away, and it didn’t take long for her to give chase.

“SEA PUPPY, WAIT!”

The seal didn’t bother listening, as it continued bouncing down the beachside. It picked up speed once Noodles started gaining ground, attempting to make it back to the water where it’d be able to jet away with ease. Unfortunately for the seal, it just wasn’t fast enough. 

“GOTCHA!”

Noodles pounced upon her squishy escapee, rolling along the white hot sand with it tightly wrapped up in her lengthy limbs’ inescapable grip. She stared at it sternly as it thrashed about in her hold, trying in vain to get free from the peeved pirate before it could suffer any sort of consequence at her hand.

“Bad dog! Bad bad dog! Gimme back my fish!” Noodles demanded impatiently, glaring at its big, round eyes.

It eventually realized it couldn’t get away, and it reluctantly dropped the fish from its mouth. Noodles nodded firmly, trying to exude some sort of authority.

“Thank ya,” Noodles exhaled, turning the seal around in her hands to face her, holding it out at a distance. “Don’t steal! That’s bad!” she scolded, in a manner picked up from one of her crewmates.

The seal, clearly being unable to speak, just stared back at her. It was hard to properly gauge its feelings, likely given that it was a seal, but Noodles was picking up something.

“Don’t gimme that look! Yer in big trouble, mister! Or miss. I dunno.” The seal responded with more of the same, an unchanging gaze that refused to deviate from Noodles’ own. Then it barked. Noodles smiled innocently, her expression changing in an instant.

“Ok! Ya sold me!”

She sat down in the sand, set the seal down as well, and picked up her fish before ripping it in two (which was fortunately goreless given the friendly nature of the world’s programming) and giving the fish the tail while she kept the head. “Here ya go, sea puppy! We can share!” She smiled, flicking the tail a bit closer to the spherical creature.

The seal sniffed at its portion before gobbling it down in an instant, satisfied with what it could get. Noodles giggled at the voracious display before biting down on her half as well. “Sho, is it good?” She spat out, not even bothering to finish chewing. The seal had long since finished its meal but hadn’t left, so she assumed yes.

Noodles swallowed her half and continued speaking.

“Goodie! Never had breakfast with a sea puppy before,” the seal continued to lay there, not bothering to take its leave. “Toby always said there’s a first fer everything. Guess there really is, gaha!” She giggled, poking the seal and watching it wobble. She liked it, she thought it was silly. The seal was unbothered.

After a bit, Noodles had finished her portion too. She pat the seal on the head and smiled. “Well, that was yummy! I’m gonna go back to me ship now. Bye-bye sea puppy!” Noodles stood up from the sand, awkwardly waved bye with her weird arms, and trodded off.

Bopping her head to a shanty she remembered as she walked, she didn’t bother to look back until she made it back to her ship. Once there she began to climb aboard, only to notice a familiar trail alongside where she was walking.

She looked up on her deck and realized the seal had followed her! And there it was, sitting on a barrel, basking in the sun and letting itself deflate onto the warm wood.

“Mister sea puppy! Y’followed me!” Noodles shouted, wide-eyed as ever. Not that she was displeased, quite the opposite actually. She skipped up to the barrel it rested on, taking in its presence on her own property.

“D’ya like me or somethin, sea puppy?” The seal just stuck its tongue out in response to her eager inquiry. Noodles also took that as a yes. She threw her hands up in celebration before picking the seal up and swinging it around joyously.

“Yahoooo! Yer me new, uhh… eighth mate, sea puppy!”

She proclaimed, clearly overjoyed at her new friend. The seal, as usual, didn’t react much—but didn’t seem opposed to the idea. She swung the animal around until both of them were dizzy, collapsing on the floor.

“Oh oh oh! Ye gotta have a name,” she said to the seal, holding it up above her. “Y’like fish… so I’ll call ya Fishy. Aye?” The seal blinked. Noodles cheered, accidentally throwing poor Fishy into the air as she did so, but she caught him before he could hit the floor. “Ok Fishy! Yer me friend now! We should do friend things!”

Noodles contemplated hard on what she could do with her new friend. You wouldn’t believe it, but Fishy was thinking too. Eventually the two came up with a brilliant idea for something to bond over.

“SLEEPING!”

Noodles and Fishy immediately flopped on the floor, fast asleep, together. As friends do, I suppose. They wouldn't wake up until the next morning, and they dreamt of more fish.

Noodles had made a new friend that day, and she couldn’t have been happier.

i made this in two hours lol

[windsorgirllove]

Hatoful Boyfriend Secret Santa 2023: Aftermath (fic)

@codenamethebird Hello! I was your secret santa this year! I hope you like it, I was inspired by your request for Nageki and Hiyoko- it made me think of this scene I always wanted to write. Enjoy! When Hiyoko woke up there were stars in her eyes.

This water colored world swam around her as she sat up, fields of grass waving like they were underwater. Everything felt cool and misty, like a field in the early morning. At first she thought she was alone. The world was so quiet, there couldn’t possibly be another living being here. But then her finely tuned hunter-gatherer instincts kicked into gear, and she felt a presence behind her, watching her. She turned quickly to face her opponent, only to find Nageki staring back at her, watching. She brightened immediately.

“Nageki! You’re here too!”

“Hello, Miss Toska.” He regarded her coolly, but she could tell he was happy to see her. “You’re awake.”

“And you’re out of the library!” She swept up to him excitedly, examining him all around. She knew that he didn’t like unexpected touches, so she kept her hands to herself. “How did you do that?!”

Nageki looked at her strangely, though that was how he normally looked at her, so she didn’t pay it too much mind. “Will you walk with me, Miss Toska?” he asked instead of answering.

“You’re becoming as sneaky as the doctor, you know~” she said, teasing him. Nageki made a bit of a face at that, and she laughed as they began walking. “Do you know where we are? When I woke up I was in that field, and I don’t remember going there.”

“Maybe you ran there,” he said evenly, and Hiyoko nodded. That seemed reasonable.

“Were you out for a run, too?” she asked. She had never seen him outside of school before. It made this strange world feel somewhat more exciting, having him with her, like being on an adventure. Impulsively, she grabbed his hand. Nageki flushed.

“No. I was just waiting for you to wake up.”

“Was I asleep for long?” She swung their arms as they walked. The cool grass brushed against her legs, heavy with dew. It almost felt more like swimming than walking.

“Not long,” Nageki replied. “Not very long compared to me, anyway.”

“So you were sleeping too?! I wish I knew!” She nudged him. “It would be fun to nap together, wouldn’t it be?”

“Yes…” Nageki squeezed her hand slightly, not seeming to notice he was doing it. “...Well, we have all the time to do that, now.”

“Really?” Hiyoko squeezed back. Something about that idea made her feel very peaceful. “But what about school? Are we going to sleep through that?”

“Yes.”

“Really?” Hiyoko slowed down. They were coming up to a bank of trees, but before that, the grass had been cleared away, and there were train tracks, running off in either direction. “Is something wrong, Nageki?” she asked quietly. “You’re acting strange. I mean, I can’t imagine you skipping school! Although, I guess you are always in the library… are you actually a truant???”

“Not quite. Miss Toska… Hiyoko.” She blinked at the name change. His voice had become more sincere as well, and even quieter. “What do you remember?”

“Before waking up here?” Nageki nodded. “Um… let’s see…” She thought about it for a moment. “I guess the last thing I remember is… going to check on Ryouta in the doctor’s office. Yes, I remember! He wasn’t feeling well this morning, so I went to get him before going home. I wonder, did I fall asleep in the office? Or after I went home?”

“...would you believe neither?” Nageki was looking away from her when he asked that, down the tracks, as though looking for oncoming trains. But there wasn’t any. It felt like nothing could disturb the stillness that surrounded them.

“...I might,” Hiyoko finally said. “Something strange is going on, isn’t it? Stranger than normal, I mean.”

Nageki nodded slowly. “You didn’t fall asleep in the doctor’s office. Or at home.”

“I didn’t fall asleep at all, did I?”

He shook his head.

“Then where are we?”

He paused. “I’m… not entirely sure. I’ve never been here before. But I believe it’s where we go… after.”

“After what?” Nageki didn’t seem to want to answer. That was alright, though. Hiyoko thought that she might have an idea.

“I guess that mean old doctor finally got me, huh?”

Nageki turned to look at her in surprise, but Hiyoko was just smiling gently. “It’s alright! I figured it would happen sooner or later.”

“You are much too calm about your impending death, Miss… Hiyoko.”

“Well it isn’t impending now!” She grinned brightly once more. “Besides, that’s just one of the dangers a hunter gatherer needs to consider!”

Nageki sighed at her boisterousness, and she grew softer. “But that makes me wonder… Did the same happen to you?”

��In a way… But there will be time for all of that later.” In the distance, the low sound of a train whistle was heard. 

“Are we going on a trip?” Hiyoko guessed, and Nageki nodded. “That sounds fun… but what about everyone else? What about Ryouta? I’ll miss them…”

“They’ll miss you too… but they’re alright. Ryouta was sleeping here with you for a while, before he went back.”

“He was! Wait… that probably isn’t good…”

“No. He was badly injured… but he’s alright now. Sakuya helped save him.”

“Sakuya?! Did he finally stop being a tsundere?! Nageki, you have to tell me everything!”

The train sounded again, much closer now. Nageki smiled, and brushed her hand with his. “I will, I promise. We have all the time now… if you want.”

Hiyoko smiled, and grabbed his hand as he moved it away, holding it in hers. “I would love that.”

The train pulled up. The two of them didn’t hesitate. They had a whole world to explore together.

[cranetreegang]

In the Light of Death - Part 2

Sebastian x FemReader with former Ominis x FemReader

Also, I'm the worst and forgot to mention my girl @underthenightskydreamsneverdie cause i went to her and begged for her wisdom about Seb. So thank you again for looking this over waaay back when <3 I love you <3 (also i can't wait for you to read the spicy bit i added in part 4 hehe)

Summary: Sebastian helps her through her grief, and she starts to wonder if she can survive on her own without him.

Warnings: Dealing with death, mentions of depression, grief, mourning

Song to listen to: 🎶 A Nearly Peaceful Place 🎶

Word Count: ~1,900 words

Read Part 1 Here - Find Whole Light of Death Series Here

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The days turn to weeks, then a month passes - with Sebastian still by her side. Not that she’s complaining. She’s grateful for his presence, even as it spreads all over the house. His various books have drifted from his room and are strewn about the coffee table in the living room, while papers of all sorts cover both her side tables. It smells like the library with how many ancient tomes he has lying about. There’s a new ink stain on the couch that she hasn’t bothered to remove, and he’s spent many nights up with her as they both quietly read.

He asks her for her thoughts on the studies he’s working on, and they end up in heated debates half the time. It reminds her of all the times they spent studying and researching, exploring and discovering, when they were at Hogwarts. In fact, there were several ruins back in the day they wound up exploring from their mutual burning curiosity - much to Ominis’ chagrin. 

Sebastian asks her to join him as he goes out to the field to explore said ruins. But, she can’t bring herself to go. It feels wrong, as if she’s not meant to be happy with anyone else. Even though the house is suffocating when she’s alone, and she has nothing to occupy her thoughts. 

But when Sebastian returns, it’s like he carries the light and warmth of the sun with him. He’ll excitedly prattle about what wondrous new findings he discovered, and he insists they go the next time. She can only nod with a slight frown.

He helps her around the house as well; keeping it tidy, cooking when she has no desire to, and even fixing many of the broken things she can never remember to do. But, most importantly, he’s there when she’s caught in the tight clutches of grief. He’s always there, comforting her, as she mourns. Sometimes, he cries with her, sharing in her pain. She’s grateful he understands, truly understands, the agony she’s in. Because he feels it too. This emptiness. This loss.

She reflects on all of this as she walks along the lake’s shore. She hasn’t been here in some time, finding it far too challenging at first. But now that she’s here, a bittersweetness envelops her, and she all but avoids the towering trees looming just out of her peripherals - as if even the briefest of glances would be enough to destroy her. 

Her and Ominis would walk along the shore for hours, talking about whatever was on their mind - or simply enjoying the silence. His hand would always tightly grip hers. As she walks now, she holds her own hand, trying in vain to mimic his grip. 

The setting sun casts a gloomy, yet colorful hue across the lake. She stops, taking in how the water reflects the vibrant sky and the soft crashing of the waves as they come to shore. The damp breeze ruffles her hair and she closes her eyes - imagining all the times they’ve been here. 

“I miss you. Every day,” she whispers. “They say it gets easier, and I guess it has… I don’t cry as much. You’ll have to thank Sebastian for that. He’s been… very kind. And patient. But, it’s only a matter of time before he leaves too. And… I don’t know if I can do it by myself, Ominis. I really don’t. I know you said I was strong, but it was only because you were by my side. I-I’m utterly pathetic on my own.”

Her burning eyes gaze up at the darkening sky and swirling gray clouds with a grimace.

“But, I’ll try. I know you’d want me to at least try.” 

With a deep breath she turns away, heading back to her house.

Music greets her before she even has to open the door, and as she steps inside she’s welcomed by the warm scent of spices in the air. She heads to the kitchen, finding it bustling and alive as Sebastian dances to the upbeat tune from the record player. His eyes light up when he notices her.

“Ah, there you are!” He exclaims. 

He flicks his wand to keep everything stirring and cooking while he dances his way towards her. 

“Enjoy your walk?” He asks with a grin. 

“I did-,” she gasps as he grabs her hand and spins her into him. 

He chuckles as he begins to dance with her. He’s spinning them all around the room, narrowly missing furniture, and he moves off-beat to the music. But, she can’t find herself to mind as she lets him spin and lead her, giggling along the way. Food smears his cheeks and stains his forest green wool sweater, but all she can notice is his freckled face filled with a warm, contagious joy. And once the song ends, he spins her several times before lowering her into a dramatic dip.

“You’re not too bad,” he winks as he pulls her back up to stand. 

“I would hope so. Ominis enjoyed all manner of dance lessons,” she smiles. “What’s got you so jovial?” 

Sebastian takes her hand and leads her back into the kitchen with a wide grin. 

He pulls out her chair and says, “I got some good news today.”

“Oh?” 

He prepares their plates, setting the steaming pile of curry in front of her. He pops open a bottle of wine, pouring them both a glass, and then sits down next to her. His knee brushes against hers as he smiles.

“To exciting news,” he clinks her glass.

She laughs, “I would like to hear the news first.” 

“Well, I got a letter today,” he says.

“And? What did it say? Come on, Sebastian. I’m dying of suspense.” 

Sebastian smirks, eating a huge mouthful of curry. His eyes flutter as he mumbles about how good it is. She rolls her eyes, taking a bite herself. It’s spicy and it warms her entire body, like a fire has been set within her belly, but it’s comforting. It reminds her of home, of a mother’s cooking. 

“So, the letter today,” he continues, “it’s about my research.”

She takes a sip of her wine, “And? What about it?”

A frown comes over her as she tastes the wine. 

It’s familiar… 

She looks over at the bottle and she turns it around to read the label. Her heart falls into a pit formed within her gut. 

“Hey, what’s wrong? What is it?” Sebastian wonders, his hand landing on her knee. 

“W-Why did you open this?” She hisses, hot tears already starting to fall down her cheeks. “You had no right to!”

His eyes widen, “W-What do you mean? What’s wrong? Tell me what I did wrong.”

“This wasn’t for you! This was for him and me! And you ju-just opened it!” 

“No, no, hey, I didn’t know. I-” he stammers.

“Enough!” She shoves his hand away as she bolts to her feet. The question on the forefront of her mind comes forward in a sharp hiss, “Why are you here, Sebastian? Why have you stayed? You could’ve left at any time. Why stay?”

Sebastian’s lips part in shock and he looks away from her with a grimace, “Because he asked me to.”

She gasps, “What?”

A storm brews outside, slowly forming and churning. Heavy droplets slap against the window panes like tiny stones. 

“He asked me to keep an eye on you,” he says as he looks back at her. “He had a letter sent to me the day after he-,” he closes his eyes, swallowing down the pain she knows all too well. “He wanted me to make sure you’d be alright. And to… make sure you keep on living. For the both of you.”

Her lip trembles and she shakes her head, “W-Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I never found the right moment. I’m sorry.” 

She scoffs, “‘Never found the right moment?!’ You’ve been here this whole time, all because you felt obligated to respect a dead man’s wishes, and you didn’t think it important to tell me!” 

“That is not the only reason I’m here,” he slams the table as he stands, towering over her with a heated stare. “You’re my friend. My best friend. Even if he didn’t ask, I would’ve came anyway.”

Lighting strikes almost on top of the house and the thunder which accompanies it is deafening. They both recoil, but it’s not enough to quell her fury.

“Why?” She seethes. “To take care of me? Am I really so pathetic?! I-I must be because now you’ve made me completely in need of you. Is that what you wanted? To make me spiral out of control every time I’m alone, because I can’t bear it! I can’t bear to be alone anymore, Sebastian! Is this what you wanted!” 

Her voice is hoarse and cracking as she screams and her whole body is flush from her rage. The thunderstorm outside is at full force, rocking and shuddering the walls with its mighty gales.

“That is not at all what I wanted, and you know it!” Sebastian hisses. “I miss him, just as much as you do. So don’t stand here pretending like you’re the only one who’s hurting, because I am too! I need you just as much!”

She rolls her eyes and storms away, stomping up the stairs until she’s able to slam the door of her bedroom shut. She paces around the room, fists balled at her sides. ‘Keep living for the both of them’?! How dare he? How dare he! 

She grabs the picture on her nightstand and hurls it across the room with a wailing scream. It shatters against the wall, but she doesn’t care. Her breathing is hard and hot, and she throws more things around their room - her room. The window seems to almost breathe with how strong the storm rages outside.

Glass breaks, vases shatter, memories are torn and shredded as she unleashes her fury on anything within sight. And when there’s nothing left, she collapses on the bed with a sob. The rage tempers and cools into a bitter sorrow she’s far too familiar with. The storm subsides until only soft rain patters on the window. Through her tears, she doesn’t hear her door open until a heavy weight makes the bed sag. 

She stops crying, her breath catching in her throat. A warm hand is placed on her shoulder and she gasps. It starts to retreat, but she quickly snatches it by the wrist. She holds onto the wrist, unsure of what to do at first, until she pulls the hand towards her. A warm arm drapes over her - the weight comforting. Her fingers tangle with his and she clutches onto his hand against her chest. 

A solid warmth presses against her back as another arm wraps around her until she’s fully engulfed in a tight embrace. She grips his other hand too, keeping it close to her hips, and presses her back fully into the inferno of his body behind her. And for a moment, she feels alive. His breath passes through her hair like a summer breeze and his arms are secure around her. He smells of spices, old books and ink, and all the things that are not her love. It’s something entirely new.

Her body relaxes into him, her breaths becoming gentle and soft. He holds her tightly, enveloping her in his warmth. She can’t keep her eyes open any longer and she lets herself drift away into a dreamless sleep.

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Read Part 3 Here

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AN: mhmmmmm analogies mhmmmm the storm is tied to her emotions and i'm def not on the nose about that at all mhmmmm cause magic mhmmm yes mhmmm i'm like a microwave now mhmmmmmm

anyways

Part 3 is when the spice starts >:)

im not the best at writing smut so uhhhhh forgive me

Feedback always welcomed <3

when i first wrote this, i had no intentions of splitting it up like this, and it probs shows. oh well. forgive me and my infinite sins.

[booleanean]

[Author's note] The non-consent vibes in this one are strong. If issues of consent are a trigger for you, please skip this one.

The main character consents to the sexual acts, and enjoys them once it's clear she's not going to die, but also has no choice in this scenario. The antagonist has no control over himself through magical means. This is NOT meant to excuse or justify what he is doing, or intended to be applicable to any real life scenario. There's a discussion about consent at the end, which includes what would be some real fucking hot takes in our universe. I feel like they fit the story, with the involvement of magic and magical personality suppression, but such things do not exist IRL.

Day 10 - Werewolves - Enemies to Lovers

Each breath Caterina took felt like it ripped something out of her throat. Every muscle in her body burned, each step sending fresh spikes of agony up her shins. Her sides felt like she'd been shot with an arrow. A deep and primal terror urged her to keep sprinted onwards regardless of the pain, maintaining a reckless pace through the forest. The night was only lit by the light of the full moon overhead, and deep shadows could hold rocks or fallen branches to trip her up or for her to smash her head on.

She could still hear it behind her, occasionally pausing to sniff the air, then crashing through the undergrowth as if it wasn't there. Caterina caught the occasional glimpse as she looked over her shoulder, a large black furry shape careening through the forest in hot pursuit. Her only hope was to find a cabin, something with a door she could lock and wait out the darkness.

She could hear branches snapping as the monstrous shape continued its pursuit. It growled and yipped excitedly, anxious to catch its prey and devour it. Devour her. She'd fantasized about this kind of chase, but in her imagination it ended up with the beast having its way with her, not ripping her limb from limb. The reality of being hunted by a monstrous creature with fangs that could and would rip her throat out as soon as she stumbled wasn't as enticing to say the least.

"Fuck, not that, anything but that," Caterina thought as a cloud moved in front of the moon. The light failing meant she'd be blind. The creature, clearly built to hunt at night, would be on her in seconds. Tears started flowing and she cried out in despair as she tripped in the inky blackness. Cat hit the ground hard, a fallen branch barely missing her face. She turned her head just in time to see a darker shadow separate from the deeper night, leaping towards her. She tried to scream, but didn't have the breath as she watched the shape arc through the air towards her.

It crashed into her. What she'd imagined as four hundred pounds of fur and fangs and claws felt a lot more like a particularly harry, naked man. Had the monster flung another victim at her? Why was it hunting her if it had someone else to consume?

The man grunted as he rolled off of her, then spoke, his voice raw. "You have to get away from me. The moon— it won't be gone long, and when I change back—"

The cloud in front of the moon thinned. The man growled, his voice deepening wildly then going back to its more human timbre. He howled, a bone chilling sound reaching deep into her lizard hindbrain and squeezing her heart filling her with pure, animalistic terror.

Caterina tried to push up off the ground, but couldn't move. Her arms were like jelly, her legs burned, completely useless. She couldn't even get up on hands and knees, let alone stand and run again. She clawed at the ground, but no matter how hard she willed her arms and legs to work properly, she could only shift herself a few inches.

"I can't—" she rasped between panted breaths "I can't move."

A deep sense of calm descended on her. This was it, the moment before her death. She hoped someone would think to check on her apartment before Mittens starved.

"Please, get away, I can't— I can't contro—" .

"I can't move," Caterina panted. "It's okay, I forgive you. I've led a good life, if it ends here tonight I can have peace with that."

"It— it doesn't kill. It—" he screamed, as if in agony.

The light was coming back, the moon coming out from behind the only cloud in the sky. Caterina heard the sound of dozens of bones straining and snapping as the man's form shifted.

Relief flooded her. She wasn't going to die. The endorphin rush was unbelievable, making her giddy. What was it trying to do if not kill and eat— Oh. The realization of what the werewolf was chasing her for hit her like a ton of bricks. The fantasy had been one thing, a nice distraction from real life, something to rub one out to before going to bed. Caterina hadn't ever considered being able to act it out, it wasn't that type of fantasy. She didn't even really believe in werewolves, but with one transforming right next to her the reality was hard to ignore.

The unfiltered moonlight hit the man's face, and she watched in horror as his eyes changed shape and color, reflecting the moonlight. "It'll take you, use you for its pleasure. Run! Please, run—"

With that, fur sprouted again, bones cracked and grated, fingers shifted, forming claws. The monster was back, howling at the rude interruption by its human form. The sight of it was still terrifying, but she held firm to the belief that the man had been telling the truth. The terror was pushed aside by a weird feeling of excitement and trepidation. A fantasy she had considered truly impossible, hadn't ever really even wanted to fulfill, was being thrust upon her whether she liked it or not.

In the bright light of the full moon, her eyes fully adjusted, she looked at the monster in front of her. It hesitated, expecting her to run, perhaps wanting the chase to continue. It was taller than the man had been, she thought. Her heart skipped a beat in fear as it stood up on its hind legs, towering over her.

The shape was vaguely human still, but with definite hint of wolf. The face had a snout with a vicious row of canine teeth glistening in the cold, nocturnal light. Large, pointy ears twitched, and yellow eyes reflected the moonlight back at her, seeming to glow in the darkness. A barrel chest was completely covered in thick fur. It had relatively thin arms, ending in small hands. A hint of pawpads was visible, though not as defined as on a real dog or wolf. The legs were an almost awkward combination of the human plantigrade and canine digitigrade shapes.

The hybridization of human and wolf made it look a little awkward now that her terror was subsiding. Some of the features were endearing, in a horrific kind of way. The way some spiders were cute. She felt some tentative excitement grow, which was quickly banished when the creature lunged for her, maw open wide. Humans had evolved over eons to find snapping fangs and glowing eyes terrifying at an instinctual level, and despite her previous inability to move, she managed to roll onto her stomach and crawl away a few feet before it was on her.

A clawed hand grabbed her ankle, the sharp nails digging into her skin. She screamed involuntarily, the shock of pain shaking her belief in a delirious man's words. Her hindbrain was telling her, screaming at her, that this thing was going to eat her alive, rip her guts out and spill them across the floor as she was devoured from the feet up. She tried to kick at it, but her gummy legs didn't have any force to put into the motion. Caterina had put everything into running away and there was nothing left to fight with.

Lines of fire erupted along the back of her calf as her pantleg was ripped off, the claws scoring her skin. She kicked at the werewolf again, connecting with its ribs. It grunted and growled, then pounced on her back, its front paws pressing down on her shoulders. It's jaws took her by the back of the neck, and she was sure it would rip out her spine. Instead he held its jaws there, clamped down to the edge of pain.

Caterina whimpered, laying as still as she could, still pinned down by several hundred pounds of wolf creature, her heart pounding in her chest. With a final sharp growl it released her, then took its weight off her. Her top was torn free, tearing as if it were tissue paper. The fabric dug into her skin as the werewolf tore at it, and its claws scored her skin, leaving what felt like burning red scratches. Her sports bra gave it slightly more trouble, and she yelled out in pain as it finally ripped free.

Her sweatpants were ripped off her next, the waistband requiring a quick gnaw from its razer sharp rear teeth. Her legs were parted roughly, and a cold nose was pressed against the crotch of her underpants. It inhaled deeply, pushing its nose hard against her. The pressure on its nose made it snort as it smelled her, and it made hungry whimpering noises.

Oh god, this was really happening. There was nothing she could do, no way to escape. Whether she wanted it or not, this fantasy was becoming reality. She tried to calm her racing nerves, but fear had a tight hold on her.

Caterina yelped as a sharp tooth hooked under the elastic of her underwear, then ripped the double layer of fabric clean in half. A long, hot tongue pressed against her licking the entire length of her cunt and her ass. The second lick dug deep, sliding inside of her. The heat of it was unbelievable, its body temperature much higher than her own.

Despite herself, despite the utter terror she again felt deep inside, the tongue felt amazing. She'd gotten off to this exact scenario so often in her fantasy, and now it was happening for real. A wild conflict erupted inside her. She had no choice, no way to stop this or get away, and this creature could kill her without even breaking a sweat. At the same time, the lack of control and danger of the situation were oddly arousing. She wanted to scream and fight and run and get away unmolested. She wanted her fantasy to run its course, something that had been truly unattainable until mere minutes ago.

Setting her jaw, she decided to embrace her fantasy. She tried to spread her legs a little, but one was wedged against a fallen branch, the other pushed against the creature's thigh.

"Roll me over. I'm uncomfortable, and I want to watch."

The tongue froze inside of her, then pulled out. "What?"

It's voice was rough, guttural, clearly produced by anatomy not designed for human speech.

"You heard me, you have wolf ears. I'm exhausted, my muscles don't work, and I'm lying on all kinds of uncomfortable things. Roll me over, I want to watch you eat me out."

"You —" It worked its jaw, clearly uncomfortable with speech. "— you want me to rrrroll you over?"

"If we could find somewhere more comfortable, that would be nice too, but I'd settle for not having this damn rock digging into my tits."

It was quiet for a long time, and Caterina tried to shift herself again, with a bit more luck this time. She managed to roll onto her back. The scratches on her back burned as she put her weight on them, and a different twig poked her side. Straining, she managed to shift it enough to be a little more comfortable. The creature sat back on its haunches, staring at her.

"What, you're only into this if you have an unwilling participant?"

"I— Grah, no one else was ever willing."

"And you got yours anyway? Pervert."

A low growl let her know he didn't like that comment. "I fight, try to control — grah — myself, but moon and magic and — grrrah — instinct strong. Hunt exciting."

"Are you going to hurt me?"

"No!" The answer was immediate and vehement. "Human form eats a lot of food before the moon, very full."

Caterina grinned. There was a mischievous look about him, almost as if he was joking.

"Was that a joke?"

"He does eat a lot, grr, but even then I would not eat you. Deer are food, or rabbits. Humans are not."

"So do you need me to struggle to get off or—?"

Before she finished her sentence, his head was buried between her legs again. His eyes still glowed in the pale moonlight, but he looked straight at her now. His massive tongue undulated against her, covering most of her cunt all the way up to her clit.

"Oh fuck," she moaned softly.

She reached down and stroked the fur on his head. It was soft, especially around the ears, and he grunted pleasurably as she ran her fingers through it.

"My name is Caterina," she said, not expecting a response.

He pulled away from her. "I have no name, Caterina. The human is called Luca."

She heard the pause between the two sentences, felt his hesitancy. "Can I call you Lupo?"

A huge doggy grin split his face, baring inch and a half long cuspids. "Lupo, yes."

He buried his face again, his tongue slipping inside of her. The length of hot, wriggling flesh was unfamiliar but it felt amazing.

"Oh yes, Lupo, yes!"

His tail wagged slowly, back and forth. A content dog, happy where he was. She stroked his hair as his tongue worked absolute magic. Not even in her wildest dreams had she ever imagined a tongue this deep inside, and the sensation was almost overwhelming. Her legs still burned, her throat hurt from gulping vast amounts of air, but the pleasure inside was building as well.

Lupo's golden eyes glowed, always locked on her own. She wondered how well he could see her, his night vision obviously much better than her own. She found the strength to toss the tattered remains of her shirt and poor sports bra off to the side, and she caught a brief flicker of his gaze down to her breasts. She squeezed them together for him, enjoying the little grunt he made deep in his throat.

"Oh yes, Lupo, like that. Your tongue feels so good, oh fuck. Don't stop, don't stop."

Lupo made a noise that was a combination of a canine grunt of contentment and a human hum of pleasure. She felt his lust in every motion, the need to get her off, to do more. Caterina knew he'd take her as soon as she came, whether she struggled or not. She could feel the hunger in him building through his body language, a hunger she began to share, a need for more, for total abandonment of humanity and a full return to an instinct driven purity of lust.

"Oh fuck, so close, yes— Yes— YES, LUPO, YES!"

His amazing tongue finally overwhelmed even her exhaustion, pleasure pulsing through her in waves as he grunted and hungrily lapped up every drop of her juices. Her fingers gripped his fur tight, holding him in place, not that he needed any encouragement to do that.

She panted, still experiencing the aftershocks of a mind blowing orgasm when he spun her around roughly, pulling her to her knees. His claws dug into her sides, on the verge of breaking skin. He thrust wildly at her, trying to bury his cock inside of her without the manual dexterity to guide himself in. She managed to push up on her elbows, pressing her back against his chest, his arms wrapped tight around her waist.

"Slow down, let me heeeeeelp!" Just as she started to reach between her legs, he found his target and buried his cock deep in one rough thrust.

The ferocity of his movements was surprising. He fucked her hard and fast right from the start, his cock still swelling inside of her. There was no subtlety, no restraint, just a physical expression of an instinct, a deep seated need. His head was right next to hers, teeth gleaming in the moonlight.

Fear had left her, making way for a giddy disbelief at what was happening. The feeling of his cock growing inside as he pounded away was quite unlike anything she'd ever experienced. It was smooth and slick, with a decreasing sponginess as it thickened. She couldn't tell much about the shape, but it was getting pretty big. The sharp pain of his claws digging into her sides and stomach as he clamped down on her waist was a delicious contrast to the pleasure he was giving her.

She stroked the side of his head, caressing the soft fur. Her body shook with each impact as he seemed to drive into her harder and deeper with every stroke. He grunted with the effort and pleasure, cute little moans and guttural noises letting her know how good it felt for him.

"Oh yes, Lupo, yes, fuck me, oh yes, like that."

Her fingers tightened in the fur around his neck as her pleasure built, holding on for dear life. She longed to wrap her arms around all of him, hold him close, feel his fur on her bare skin, her breasts pressed against him, but there was no way she could turn around now. Caterina kissed the side of his snout.

When her orgasm came, she clung tightly to his furry neck with one awkward arm. "Yes, Lupo, yes, YES!"

Soon after, he started pulling out less and less each stroke, and the base of his cock started to swell. With one final lunge, he was all the way inside of her. She felt his knot expand inside, locking them together.

"Caterina!" His exclamation of pleasure, of victory and conquest, turned into a howl, stretching the last syllable into the chilly night air.

Caterina could feel Lupo twitch inside her, over and over again. He was filling her to the brim. The thought sent a shiver of pleasure through her. Gently, she stroked his large head. He was panting from the effort, his tongue hanging out of his maw.

"Mmm, this feels good," Caterina hummed.

He relaxed his grip around her waist, supporting himself on his own four limbs. "Yes, good."

Sensing this was a moment for quiet, Caterina relaxed into his embrace. The absolute boneshaking terror she'd felt not half an hour ago replaced by a deep feeling of safety, an absolute surety that no matter what happened, Lupo would protect her and keep her safe. His furry body kept her warm even in the chill early October air, and the feeling of him pulsing inside of her was intensely pleasurable.

An eternity later, she felt him shrink again. When he slipped out, she felt the loss deeply. A gush of cum flooded from her, more than she'd dared imagine. When he made to run away, she grabbed for him, managing to catch his tail.

"Stay?" It was a question, but she desperately needed him to.

"I," Lupo started. His gruff voice sounded hesitant now, ashamed.

"Please stay."

"I did terrible things to you," Lupo said, but sat down on a log. He was sitting like a human, legs stretched in front of him, arms steadying himself on the log.

She looked at him, hard to see clearly in the pale moonlight. His shoulders seemed slumped, and his head was turned away to the side.

"You're ashamed?"

He grunted assent and seemed to shrink. "The instinct, it's so strong. Conscious thought is impossible, the need— The wolf part— I can't stop it. After, I realize what I did, and—."

"So in a way, if it's all driven by magic, you didn't consent either, right? It's 'the curse of lycanthropy', not 'the mildly inconvenient loss of a night every four weeks'." Caterina let the statement linger. "I don't regret doing this with you."

His voice was less guttural, more controlled. His speech patters were different too, he used fuller sentences, growled less. He turned to her, head tilted. The combination of human and wolf body language was incredibly endearing.

"Lupo, I won't lie, I was terrified when you were chasing me. I thought I was going to die horribly. And I know what happened would've happened even if I didn't consent to it. But I did consent."

His head tilt shifted to the other side, ears perking up. She felt his gaze on her as he thought about what she'd said.

"Can you please come here? I'm freezing and I don't have a stitch to wear thanks to you."

He walked over to her, and she pulled him down next to her. His fur was amazingly warm and comforting.

"When will you turn back?" Caterina asked after a while.

"I can turn back when the moon is gone."

"Will you remember—" She trailed off, not wanting to finish the thought. The idea of him forgetting was intensely sad.

"Yes, vividly."

"I'm glad." She buried her face in his fur. "Will Luca?"

She felt him stiffen, and regretted bringing up his human alter-ego. She hoped she hadn't ruined the moment.

"I—" Lupo felt hesitant again. She squeezed him, let him know it was okay, and he went on. "I'm not really separate from Luca. He's me, and I'm him. When the moon is full, the magic overwhelms me and I get completely out of control. I lose my identity, just reverting to pure animal instinct."

She stroked his chest, letting his words sink in, processing them slowly.

He continued, "But when you were willing, I got just enough control back to speak and wait a little. I try to see the wolf and the magic as separate from myself, but they're not. Not really."

"So you're just— you. The man who warned me, the beast who chased me, both the same."

"In a way. Does that upset you?"

She shook her head, letting the silence stretch. After a while, she said, "I'd like to see you again."

"Really? After what I did?"

"Mm-hmm. At the very least, I want to see you next full moon. No more hunting poor women who don't have secret werewolf fetishes. How many have you—" She trailed off, not wanting to say it out loud.

"You're the third. Usually I manage to chain myself up before I change, and when I can't, most get away to safety before I catch them."

She heard the remorse in his voice, the bone deep shame and self-hatred for his failure to keep those poor women safe.

"Next full moon, we'll lock ourselves in my basement, okay? But you're taking me out to dinner first. And replacing my sports bra, that thing was expensive!"

He laughed, a deep, warm sound. "Want to come back to my place? My cabin's only a few minutes walk away, and a lot more comfortable than the forest floor. I'm sure we can find you some of my clothes that fit well enough to get you home."

She cuddled deeper into his fur, kissing his broad chest. "Only if you're up for round two."

[heartembrace]

I wish there was an American Auto roleplay fandom because Melissa being Katherine's psychiatrist would be hilarious

I imagine Katherine would hate their sessions at first, especially since they remind her of couples counselling with Richard, but she starts to hate them less when she realises how frequently Melissa compliments and agrees with her. Also she enjoys getting to talk to someone where the only topic is herself, even if she has to pay lots of money to do so.

I'm aware that Arkham Asylum and Payne Motors are nowhere near each other but Katherine will find a way to use the private jet shown in episode six.

Katherine: How am I meant to take a mental health day if I'm surrounded by people who piss me off?! If you actually expect me to take therapy, I'll need the private jet.

Board member: You can't find a psychiatrist in Detroit?

Katherine (hadn't thought of that): ... Not any good ones!

And since the height of Katherine's ego makes up for her physical height (making myself laugh with that one), she would never admit to seeing a psychiatrist, let alone one who works in a mental asylum, so I headcanon that Melissa is code for Mumbai.

I literally thought of that while at musical theatre choir practice and whispered excitedly to myself, "Because of the letters!!!"

Putting the quotes I came up with for Katherine and Melissa under a read more 'cause there's heaps

Katherine (slamming her hand on Melissa's desk): The board of directors want me to take therapy, I don't know why. I did some research and you were the first psychiatrist I found who didn't sound like a quack, plus you're a woman so you can relate to the whole female in a male-dominated career, glass ceiling nonsense.

Melissa: I'd probably relate to it more if you didn't call it nonsense.

Katherine: While I'm sure this is going to be a complete waste of time for both of us, the board will take any excuse to replace me and I am this close to getting fired.

Melissa: Your fingers are touching.

Katherine: Exactly. So here's how this is going to go - I am going to pay you a stupid amount of money to give me whatever drugs I need to keep the board members at bay. Got it?

Melissa: There's a bit more to it than that, and I admire your enthusiasm, I don't know how much research you did -

Katherine: Just a quick Google search.

Melissa: *nods in 'I had to learn how to do in-text and end-text referencing and this CEO couldn't be bothered to look at one full website* But I treat criminals and the criminally insane. I would love to help but you're talking to the wrong person.

Katherine (deadpan): Who do you want me to murder?

Melissa: What?!

Katherine: *slides over money* Will this change your mind?

Melissa: Bribery isn't - *adds up amount, raises eyebrows* I'm sure Arkham would never turn down funding for better resources.

Katherine: If I have to be honest with you, this should be a two-way street. You're going to spend the money on a holiday or something, aren't you?

Melissa (honestly): No, I'm going to give it to the asylum.

Katherine: Then you're an idiot.

Melissa: *Sliding money back* I can always change my mind again.

Katherine: And Sadie said she wasn't sure about that.

Katherine: *sliding money back* Point taken.

Melissa: That's dumb, you could easily pass for 38.

Katherine: Thank you!

Katherine: ... You're not just saying that 'cause I'm paying you, right?

Melissa (honestly): Nope, that is my genuine and unbiased opinion.

Katherine: I'll take your word for it. To be fair, I've had a bit of work done over the years. (realises) Wow, you're good! You didn't have to say anything and you've got me spilling my darkest secrets.

Melissa: There's no shame in having plastic surgery or Botox but thank you for trusting me enough to admit that you've had at least one of those. Also I appreciate that you think I'm good at my job. Let's see what else I can get you to divulge.

Katherine: Let's not, I don't need another lawsuit on my hands. (realises) Shit!

(at the beginning of a session)

Melissa: How's your week been?

Melissa: *hugging Katherine*

Katherine: Fine. Uneventful. Oh, Richard wants to divorce me, so that's something.

(ten minutes later)

Katherine (in tears): And he is such an asshole but I can't get over him calling me selfish.

Katherine (as they're walking to Melissa's apartment): I swear that waiter only asked for your ID to mock me.

Melissa: We should really spend a session talking about your fear of aging and belief that everyone's out to get you.

Katherine: I would rather die.

Melissa: Okay.

Katherine: Also I never mentioned a fear of aging, you don't know what you're talking about.

Melissa: I'd ask if you'd looked in the mirror lately but that would be rude.

Katherine: Why? Are you saying that I look old?

Melissa: No, but the fact that you had to ask me that only proves my theory.

Katherine: That kind of trickery is why there are so many negative terms for psychiatrist.

Melissa: I wasn't intending to trick you.

Katherine: Bull. Shit.

Melissa: I'm sorry that that's how I came across.

Katherine: *checks her reflection in a window and pulls back the skin of her face*

Melissa: I saw that.

Katherine: *raises her middle finger behind Melissa's back*

Melissa: That too.

Katherine: I hate you so much.

Melissa: That's why you're my favourite client. 😊 

Katherine: Kiss-ass.

Melissa: Cougar.

Katherine: I insult people on a daily basis, I can play this game much longer than you.

Melissa: You want a bet? *winces* Sorry, poor choice of words, I forgot about your gambling problem.

Katherine: It's only a gambling problem if I'm losing.

Melissa: You know that's something an addict would say, right?

Katherine: You know that's something a fuckwit would say, right?

[sweetearthandnorthernsky]

so just pour a drink

oc-tober day one: tea (morinel, ft celebrimbor) look, i’m being nice to morinel & celebrimbor for. literally once in their lives💙

Caras Gelebren positively sparkles in the late afternoon of summer, and the tall marble towers are garlanded with flowers, and Morinel sighs contentedly, dismounting from Mithrad's back.

Summers in Eregion are always her favorite – partly because she cannot stand the humid air the shores of Lindon always seem to suffocate her with once the weather begins to warm and partly because she is, in some small part, glad to be in a place where whispers don't follow everywhere she goes -- though, to the Lindondrim's credit, those whispers have gotten very quiet in recent years.

When she finds a place in the stables for her beloved Mithrad (who eyes her with distaste as she leaves), she stretches and readjusts her pack. It’s not too full, among a spare change of clothes, it only contains her rations and her runekeeping supplies, and a handful of other trinkets as she heads to the room she's been staying in every summer since this arrangement began.

By the time she’s done washing and changing out of her traveling clothes into ones she left here last summer, the sun is starting to set and cast the city in the deep purple from the shadows of the mountains. She's tired -- she needs caffeine more than anything, right now, but it wouldn't be right to do anything without greeting her cousin and host first.

By the time Morinel makes it to the top of the stairs that lead to Celebrimbor’s study, her legs ache. At least in Lindon, Gil-galad and Elrond didn’t choose studies that were at the very top of the tallest tower in the city.

It’s easier to get to the roof! I get my best thinking done there, you know. Celebrimbor’s words echo in her head and she rolls her eyes affectionately at the memory.

Finally, she knocks at the open door frame of Celebrimbor’s study, and before Morinel knows it, Ungoleg darts out of the study, purring madly as she wraps herself around her legs. Celebrimbor doesn't look up, engrossed in a project at the work table in the corner of the room.

She sighs, glancing at the mess of shelves behind her cousin's main desk that looks more like a dovecote for paper birds than cubbies or shelves, filled with letters, documents, scrolls and books and sketches and schematics, and stranger items still: gems, jars of illegibly labeled substances, and even a set of robes.

It might be her imagination, but it seems ever so slightly neater than it was last summer.

She clears her throat and Celebrimbor looks up and she stifles a laugh -- there is a very large smudge of ink on his face, under his eye. He grins at her, waving her over to look at the new design schematics spread over his worktable. She listens to him as long as she is able, though, like always, he talks quick, and she can barely keep up when fully awake, let alone now.

Morinel sways a little, stumbling into the corner of the table, and his eyes soften, and asks if she would like to join him in the Dining Hall for some tea. She nods eagerly, and off they set.

The Mírdain, as always, is alive with activity. Those working toward a place among the Masters bustle past, on errands or between lectures, the apprentices distinguished by their white sashes and the journeymen by black. Little knots of people in conversation sat in low, square tables in the Dining Hall, drinking cups of holly tea, warmed by burning braziers as the two of them find a table of their own, with piping hot tea in cups and a bowl of candied citrus peels to sweeten the bitter holly tea. The Sun slowly dips behind the horizon, washing the hills with golds and reds and orange.

They discuss anything and everything: Celebrimbor excitedly tells her about Celebrian's most recent visit to Caras Gelebren and her rapidly growing skill in jewelcraft, and Morinel tells him in turn about the daily goings on in Lindon, and the new additions to the court's library.

When Celebrimbor notices that the table fire is slowly dying, he reaches into one of his sleeves and pulls out a packet of powder. She barely has time to process what it might be before he tosses it into the brazier. Flames leap up around the teapot in long tongues of blue and white. Morinel jerks back, nearly sloshing her holly tea down her tunic, swearing loudly.

Celebrimbor laughs and she shoots him a glare over the rim of her cup. 

“You’re terrible,” she says, scowling.  She takes a sip of her tea – it is still slightly too bitter, and she reaches for the candied orange peel to drop it into her tea. She sips it again – much better.

The fact it happened to have been the last orange peel in the bowl, leaving only lemon peels and lime peels, and caused the less-than-serious affront on her cousin's face is an added bonus.

"Hey!"

She sips from her tea again, pretending not to hear. The orange definitely helped, and she can feel her headache caused by lack of caffeine slowly slipping away, like the fading ebb of the tides.

"To be betrayed by my own cousin," he complains dramatically, "In my own halls, after I graciously offered--"

She rolls her eyes when his words are loud enough to make those of the Jewelsmiths turn to look at them. "Will you stop that?"

His eyes twinkle, and she knows that he's going to ask for something. "Only if you bring some of Cirdan's honey-cakes with you next summer."

She finds she can live with such a request and nods her head very gravely, as if she was being asked for a—

(No, even centuries later, that joke is bad taste, and still leaves a sour taste in her mouth—)

As if being asked for the keys to Lindon, is probably a better joke.

“Very well,” she sips from her tea and shuts her eyes.

Morinel smiles.

This is going to be a good summer.

[elenagr]

(Fanfic) After the threat

@tolkienfamilyweek The news spread quickly throughout Tirion. Anaire already had a rough idea of what happened in the palace of King Finwe. She was working in the garden with her youngest son when Findekano and Turukano arrived. Findekano was having a difficult conversation with his older cousin. Turukano gave details of the aborted Council, adding that Nolofinwe went to his younger brother.

“Almost killed”… It sounded wild in peaceful Aman. It’s like something from the old days, when the Quendi lived in distant Endor. Anaire could not find a place for herself.

The hour of the Mixing of Light had passed when she finally heard the creak of the gate. Nolofinwe has arrived. He was calm, as if nothing had happened, and smiled…

- Darling! - she literally hung on him, not wanting to let go. It didn't escape her gaze that his tunic was slit in the heart area.

“It’s okay, melda, don’t worry,” he took his wife in his arms. So they stood, enveloped in the soft silver light of Telperion. Blue flowers looked at them with their kind eyes.

Anaire felt that someone’s overly fiery, unkind gaze was watching them from behind the fence. The glance flashed and disappeared. Did her imagine it or not? It doesn't matter now. The only important thing is that she and her husband are together; this state is akin to flying. All fears disappeared for a while. She always felt this, being in the power of the strong hands of her husband.

Then she excitedly kissed the cut on his chest. At his younger brother’s house they had already smeared him with some medicine. The elf felt bitterness on her lips, not yet knowing that this was the taste of future changes.

“It’s okay,” Nolofinwe said, “I will do everything I can to protect you, the children, our people.”

This is where he let it slip. “I’ll do my best,” it turns out, even he is not completely confident. Only from such small details, random slips, did she guess the feelings he was hiding.

“I am summoned to the court of the Valar,” Nolofinwe said a few days later. Anaire's heart sank: what will happen now? That’s how she felt: the story of the failed Council would not end just like that. Almost all of Tirion was ready to testify in favor of Nolofinwe. He, however, did not want to escalate the conflict. He said that only those ordered to appear. Anaire wished to go with her husband. Indis joined them: she said that she had not seen Ingwe for a long time. “My dear ones, we will travel together, but I ask you not to attend the trial,” he said. She nevertheless begged permission to be at the trial - she wanted to support him at least morally, with her presence alone.

- Don't worry. They won't imprison me in Mandos forever. Even Melkor came out and is sowing confusion,” Nolofinwe grinned. …They rode with him together on a white horse. At the trial, Nolofinwe behaved with dignity and did not testify against his brother. And when he declared his readiness to forgive Feanaro, Telperion and Laurelin flashed with an unusual, unprecedentedly soft pearl light. It was as if the Trees rejoiced at his words and illuminated his hair so beautifully.

…When they were driving back, Nolofinwe was saddened - he did not want his brother to be convicted. And soon Finwe also left for his eldest son. Nolofinwe bore the brunt of responsibility for the Noldor. He was constantly busy, and his wife almost stopped seeing him, as well as her sons who helped him. Irisse missed hunting with her cousins. Nolofinwe refused security. He asked Anaire not to go alone outside the city. And she loved to walk by the sea so much! He tried to find time and give her such walks. But his wife saw how tired he was and said that she did not want to go to the sea. He felt that this was not so, and asked Arafinwe and his wife, who often walked along the shore, to take her with them sometimes. During this period, Anaire became close friends with Earwen. Everything should have ended not even in twelve years, but earlier. Nolofinwe was again summoned to Manwe. Was hoped that the conflict would be forgotten. But instead of ending the troubles, that dark day brought a huge tragedy.

[elysialm]

[ @/kohouri ; oho is this a valentine's ask ]

He would be long off to the City when she'd wake up and reach to the bedside cabinet to find a handful of Viparyas propped against a small plush toy - a soft miniature of a certain boar beast native to their home world.

A handwritten note was stuck on top of its head:

What's the coolest state of water? Solid.

There was a smug-looking smiley doodled at the bottom.

@kohouri

The morning sun kisses her exposed skin. It tickles her to wake up on this beautiful day. This is the day of love and adoration in their world (Valentine's Day), but in this world, it's the one they call Windblume Festival. Eyelashes tremble as she slowly awakens from her slumber; Sleeping Beauty finally decides to get up. The Sun will be delighted to see her eyes sparkle in its light, the world will be singing songs of love to her, and the water will whisper of her beauty just like the animals. She is Life, she is Origin, she is Vibrancy.

Elysia immediately turns to lie on her back, feeling that the other side of her bed doesn't have anyone lying next to her, or else she'd feel a pair of cold arms wrapped around her or hear a grumble for moving around like this, but there is only silence. Her nose is scrunched up as she mumbles something incoherent; there is a familiar name that slips past her lips. Kevin isn't here; he left earlier this morning. She woke up then when he'd bid her farewell, mumbling for him to come back soon to what he replied, something she doesn't remember now. He'll be back later, and that's all that matters.

She yawns, turning to her side once again to look at her bedside cabinet where her book was lying, only to find a cute plush toy staring right back at her. Lips part in surprise before closing, her soft gasp immediately shooing off her sleepiness as she excitedly sits up. As if it were her birthday, she reached for the plush toy and noticed the gorgeous Viparayas. When did Kevin have the chance to get them? When did he bring them over? Was it why the morning smelled so sweet? The very flowers he compared to her before. Elysia's elvish ears were twitching as she excitedly reached out to take the plush toy and the small note.

As she held the plush toy close to her chest, she read the card aloud before bursting out in bright and melodic laughter. Even if she were alone in this room, she wasn't alone at heart. Kevin's sense of humor was so simple, but it always made her smile and giggle and laugh. He always did make her smile, didn't he? Well, he also made her cry, but it was for a good reason! Either way, her maiden heart was bubbling with love and adoration as she imagined Kevin writing this down when she was asleep.

"Kevin... He's so silly," she hugs the toy closer to herself, falling back on the bed and looking up at the ceiling. She should make something for him. Even if he will not be able to really taste it, the atmosphere was important. She should greet him in her full beauty with everything prepared! "Alright, Elysia, it's time for the day of meeting Kevin all lovey-dovey when he comes back! Mhmm-hmm~ This little friend of mine now will also follow me around."

Of course, she knew what boar it was. Who would forget, especially with their history? Parvati certainly was adorable. An adorable Honkai beast for an adorable young man. And just as stubborn and headstrong.

[crying-over-spilled-feels]

Happy Wife, Happy Life

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the canon characters. They belong solely to Ali Hazelwood. No monetary gain is being made off of this drabble.

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           “Anything else you’d like to do today while we’re out, Olive?” Adam Carlsen inquires, his right hand turning Olive’s chin towards him where he can gaze into her eyes.

“Well…” Olive blusters, not quite sure how to bring this up, let alone how to bring up this idea in a group setting. “They’re having an adoption event in the park today…” she trails off, fixing Adam with her most innocent smile.

“Why, pray tell, are you wanting to go to this adoption event?” Adam questions, tossing a look at Holden for help.

“Well, I… I was hoping we could look at the animals and maybe pick one out now that we have a stable apartment living situation,” Olive begins to explain, her eyes sparkling in excitement as she imagines their life becoming even more complete with the addition of a pet.

“No,” Adam says, implying he is leaving very little room for discussion in regards to this matter.

“Adam, but why?” Olive asks, disappointment seeping through her body as she tries to process this blatant rejection.

“Olive, neither of us are home enough for a puppy, sweetheart. They’re a huge commitment, and both of us are working incredibly hard on our research,” the powerful STEM professor reminds, silently thinking of how proud he still is that Olive managed to receive a grant for her study.

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           “You know what they say, Carlsen! Happy wife, happy life,” Holden beams up at Adam from across the table, absolutely taking Olive’s side on this matter.

“She’s my fiancée, not quite my wife yet, so I think I win this time on a technicality,” Adam smirks in that cocky yet sexy way Olive loves and is convinced only Dr. Carlsen knows how to pull off.

“Ah, but happy future wife, happy future life!” Malcolm calls in a sing-song voice as he returns back with three hot cocoas and a black coffee for the resident fall drink-hating member of their circle of trust.

Adam sighs dramatically, knowing when he’s been beaten.

“Olive, are you that serious about going?” he sighs, wrapping both arms around his fiancée’s back and shoulders as she drinks her seasonal hot cocoa.

“Yes, Adam! Let’s go see who we can open our home to!” Olive excitedly remarks, pressing a thick kiss to Adam’s cheek.

She could be quite convincing when she wanted to be.

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           Adam Carlsen must admit that seeing Olive interacting with and holding various animals is indeed rather adorable and makes her even more irresistible to him. Currently, Olive is sitting in the middle of a pen filled with two litters of puppies, her laughter echoing as two puppies kiss her cheeks with their little tongues while another three tumble in her lap while a sixth pulls on her hair with sharp teeth.

“Olive, as adorable as you are, love, we agreed on no puppies,” Adam reminds, scooping the one puppy climbing up Olive’s back off of her to prevent the puppy from chewing on her hair.

Olive looks up at him holding the wriggling puppy and her heart swells at the sight of her well-known tough as nails fiancé pressing the chocolate-colored pup to his broad chest.

“Yes, I know, but they were just so cute that I had to play with them! That one seems to like you, Adam,” Olive smiles, love evident on every inch of her face.

“Yes, well,” Adam remarks, swallowing thickly as he hurriedly sets the puppy down before he and Olive can become too attached. “How about we go and look at the other animals to find one to possibly take home?” he smiles, offering Olive a hand up.

“I love you,” Olive grins, accepting the hand and pulling herself into his arms.

“I love you, too,” Adam breathes, encircling Olive’s waist with his hands.

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Author’s Note: Adam and Olive are one of my book OTPs now and forevermore! I never realized how much I would have loved the fake dating trope prior to reading this novel! I had seen it recommended on all different forms of social media and thought I would give it a whirl. Needless to say, I read it in less than four days even with three of those four days being ones that I worked at the hospital as a nurse! (Getting up at 4:00 to leave for work by 5:00 has its perks sometimes…) The idea for this fic came to me one day on a drive to work because I absolutely think that Olive is more of a cat person than a dog person anyway and that given her past, Olive is all for adopting the animals from rescues or shelters that no one else wants.  (I have volunteered and fostered in animal rescue for nearly seven years now, so trust me when I say that everyone always wants the ”cute, small puppies and kittens” but hardly anyone wants to give the older, mature dogs and cats a chance. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this drabble! There are sure to be more Adam/Olive stories coming from me, as I already have several ideas for them already! As always, likes, comments, or kudos are greatly appreciated. Have a wonderful day, afternoon, or evening! Until next time, dear readers!

[devcted]

she hated the idea of him being put in harms way, he didn't deserve it, to be hurt like that, to take on so much responsibility and literally put his life on the line, it scares her to think he might leave and never come back one day what would she do? who would she go to when she needed comfort? nobody would understand and she knows the only person she would want to be with would be gone. it doesn't help that he's so bluntly honest with her, telling her he can't promise anything and as much as she wants to appreciate his honesty she wishes he would've just lied to her instead. she looks up at him with slightly sad eyes, holding onto his arm. "you better come home to me." she says softly. "part of me would be fine if the world was ending because then at least it would be ending with you...instead of my world ending because I lost you." she knows that's dramatic especially for a relationship that only just started but she means it, she'd rather die without him in fact, he's her everything.

she knows he probably isn't too happy over not knowing but she finds that kind of endearing, she likes that he's smart and teaches her things but she also likes that he still has things to learn about the world. she giggles softly shaking her head at his words with a smile. "I like that you're a know-it-all, I think it's sexy." she purrs. "but I do like that for once I get to teach you something. not that you probably won't eventually know more about this than I do one day." she beams.

she giggles at his comment about draco. "he's allowed to be a coward when he has an awesome cousin like you to keep him together." she hums. "he looks up to you you know? and I think he's lucky to have someone like you in his life maybe one day he'll even be half as amazing as you are. even though that's kind of impossible considering you're the best." she purrs leaning in to kiss his chin once more. bee gets excited by the idea of regulus staying with her all summer, she can't imagine why he's rather stay in a small cottage than whatever gothic mansion he probably had but she was happy he did nonetheless, nodding excitedly at his proposal. "I'll ask my parents over the week, or I guess tell them that my amazing boyfriend will be staying with us all summer, oh I can teach you how to tend to the garden and we can go swimming at the lake." she was excited, the idea of having him all summer long and all to herself while he also gets to know her parents? that's like paradise.

she still is tempted to ask, mostly because professor lupin seemed to hold a lot of secrets, however she would leave it there for now and that's mostly because she's far too distracted by the way he's touching her to think very much at all let alone argue, his hands feel good on her body going from her sensitive nipples to her needy cunt as her eyes roll back just a little out of pleasure. "oh..." she moans in a gasp. his touch was also far more interesting than any muggle technology. he continues to touch her as she continues to try hard to focus on the movie and now the fact she's soaked through her pj bottoms already when regulus mentions dressing up as victor for her and she dress up as emily while calling him by the name of her old childhood crush. it shouldn't turn her on the way it does, making her moist as she bites down on her lower lip. "y-es please...I wanna fuck you while I'm dressed like your emily." she whimpers. "I want to call you my victor and moan your name so loud." she mumbles blushing a little at the idea of it, feeling her heart racing even more.

she doesn't want to talk about daphne and that fantasy she lived in anymore either, all she wanted to do was focus on being touched by regulus, be in the reality that she belongs to him and he's finally hers, tha not even daphne could ruin the high she's in right now with his hand between her legs as he rubs his fingers against her clit meanwhile the most important part of the movie is happening right now and she can barely keep her eyes focused on the screen as a shaky moan leaves her. "this part is s-so important." she whimpers, trying to regain her control and look at the screen. emily had just finished chasing after her new husband, now the movie was going into detail of her tragic backstory of foolishly falling in love with the wrong man and it costs her life. thankfully for bee that wasn't a detail she related too because the first and only boy she ever loved currently was slipping his hand inside shorts comparing her beauty to that of emily and asking her to be his bride. her hips jolt a little, fingers digging into his pants leg as his hand touches his bare cunt. she's not sure she will ever get used to his touch, driving she crazy and making her feel like she's going dizzy. "o-oh god...yes." she gasps. "it's all I've ever wanted....to be your pretty bride and take your last name."

she's half paying attention to the movie now, eyes half lidded as she thinks about how amazing his ringed fingers feel against her bare pussy even though this is one of her favorite parts. where emily gifts him his old childhood dog, helping victor feel a little more at ease. her heart is racing quick but she can't help but smile at the scene, and also at the words of her boyfriend as he tells her she gives him the same comfort. she lifts her head a little, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips as she smiles warmly. "hmm, do I really?" she says hopefully, smiling softly as she bites down on her lower lip, the circular motion of his fingers making her eyes roll back. "that's so fucking good." she gasps as he starts to go faster, needing more to the point it almost feels greedy asking while they're trying to enjoy a movie together. "please put your fingers in.... victor."

He sighs a little, both because he loves her concern and he knows he can’t fully take it into consideration. He has to destroy the horcrux, because he’s the only one who knows of it and he can’t stand around allowing Voldemort to go unchallenged and remain immortal, being unkillable when he comes in contact with Harry, the supposed chosen one. She traces his arm, her fingertips sliding over the spot his dark mark is, making him shiver. He can’t believe she wants to touch him there, even when his skin bears the mark of something he hates about himself. He even contemplated self harm before, desperate to remove the part of him that symbolized every evil thing he’d been raised to be. Bee deserved better and it was because of people like him that she was hurt and her friend had died, right before her eyes. “You know I can’t guarantee that, love,” he says sadly. “But I’ll always fight to get back to you.” He would never give up, and he’d even kill to remain at her side.

She explains the moving images aren’t composed of photos, which makes Regulus frown a little. He should feel ashamed for not knowing something (being well read is what he’s good at) but it’s difficult to feel that way when she’s smiling up at him so cutely, gushing about how fun it’ll be to learn things together. He softens, shoulders relaxing and a small smile on his lips. “Yes,” he admits. “Learning is always more interesting when it’s done with a pretty girl,” he murmurs into her ear. “Are you pleased? It must be a relief to be more knowledgeable about something than your know-it-all boyfriend.”

He finds it amusing how Bee talks about Draco, never having expected their unlikely friendship. “My cousin’s a coward… He tries to put on a show so no one can tell, because he wants to be like Lucius.” He does love Draco, but he was angry with him last year for the way he talked about the chamber of secrets attacks. He never seemed to understand the gravity of any situation, making some kind of game or popularity contest out of it. Even when Regulus joined the Death Eaters he was serious enough, despite not realizing how evil of an organization he was really committing to.

It pleases him that Bee loves him enough to want him to meet her family, even after such a short time of being together. He had already been thinking about how he doesn’t want to go home again over the summer– not if Bee wants him with her. If all goes well and he has the horcrux by the end of the year, he can run from home like his mother always said Sirius did. “If you would have me, I’d love to visit during the summer.” He’s eager to meet her family, aside from Cedric, who he knows and likes already. 

He ponders what she says about Remus and Sirius, giving a shrug. It makes his stomach flutter a little every time she calls him a pet name, which she does now, reassuring him she doesn’t think Sirius is anything to worry about. “You don’t need to ask him about it… He’ll talk when he’s ready.” Regulus gets the sense that Sirius is a touchy subject for Remus.

But he’s not thinking about his brother, his summer plans or how muggle technology works anymore, because a moan leaves Bee’s lips as he squeezes her breasts, her voice shaky as if she likes it as much as he does. She’s the prettiest thing he’s ever seen, squirming against him as his fingers tease her nipples through the thin fabric of her top. “Mmhmm,” he hums, using his thumbs now as he pinches at both nipples. He’s not paying attention at all to their previous conversation, instead starting to massage her breasts against his palms steadily.

She likes it when he squeezes her cunt too, his hand between her legs and cupping her eagerly. She tells him he’s already Victor for her, but it’s not enough for him because he’s greedy and turned on, enjoying this game a little too much. “I have the right clothing to dress as him, if it pleases you…” He speaks softly in her ear, allowing his hand to rub her lazily, feeling himself getting harder from the way she rolls her hips eagerly into his touch. “You could dress as my Emily and ride me… Call me by his name.” He likes the kink of it, and making her feel safe. It turns him on more than he anticipated, only made worse by how close he feels to her right now, sharing her favorite movie. Besides, he likes how flustered she gets when he teases or says something dirty.

He laughs a little at how she talks about Daphne, even though they both know Daphne is beautiful. Just not beautiful enough for Regulus, it seemed. “No, but the boredom gave me brain damage.. She’s not very interesting, so she clung to status and having a hot boyfriend.” It might not be nice to say it out loud, but it was the truth.

His fingers are rubbing against the spot her clit would be, grinding against the dampening fabric as they watch the scene where Emily chases Victor after he proposed. Even after the couple is in the Underworld and the dead are telling Emily’s story, Regulus continues to touch Bee, fingertips circling the spot she seems to like. He likes the sound of her voice, breathily explaining how beautiful Emily is and how she and Victor are meant to be, just like they are. 

Regulus watches Emily’s backstory, thinking she looks particularly pretty in this scene despite the story of her death being sad. “She was the most beautiful girl around, and so sweet… just like you.” Her design is stunning; beautiful blue hues and a gorgeous wedding dress, dressed on a perfect hourglass figure just like Bee’s. “Will you be my pretty bride, one day?” he asks gently, slipping his hand beneath her shorts and inside of her panties. His fingers slide against her bare cunt, already wet to the touch.

She begs him not to stop and he doesn’t, rolling two fingertips over her clit as he continues watching the movie. There’s a particularly sweet scene where Emily gifts Victor his childhood dog, making Regulus’s chest ache because of how moving it is. He can tell that it immediately eases Victor to see the animal he loves, realizing that the dead aren’t to be feared. It reminds him of Bee; so kind and thoughtful, making him feel safe against all odds. “So sweet,” he repeats in a murmur, rubbing his girlfriend’s clit a little faster. “You give me the same kind of comfort.” He can’t help but be transfixed by the animated couple, wanting the best for them even if Victor was so afraid, understandably so.

[emile-hides]

H*lding H*nds Imagines

I am once again making content for me and me alone because I have an unhealthy obsession for BNHA blond boys

BNHA Blond Boys X GN!Reader h*nd h*lding moments

Characters: All Might, Present Mic, Fatgum, Twice, Aoyama, Ojiro, Kaminari, Bakugo, Honenuki, Monoma, Mirio

All Might

Knuckle brush

You handed him things before

Stacks of papers to grade, coffee after a long day, a napkin when he goes into a coughing fit

But something about this time turns his face a deep red

He withdrew quickly, in a jerking manner that dragged more attention than you’re sure he meant it to

He cleared this throat and thanked you quietly before shuffling off

It took a few moments to really set on you

You’d made contact

Such little contact you’d barely even felt it

He was cold, his skin rough and calloused, wrinkled and dry

How you managed to notice so much with such brief contact is astounding

And also incomparable to how much he noticed

He’s thinking about it all day, glancing at where the contact was made, shuffling, flushing to himself, holding his knuckles to his lips

Do it on purpose next time you hand him a stack of papers and he’ll drop them

Present Mic

In a crowd

It’s LOUD

You and Hizashi are trying to get home after a live show

The crowd is huge and still hyped from the concert

The quarters are tight, the space is limited, and without his towering hair spike it’s hard to keep track of your loud blond

Eventually a strong clasp from a hand horribly decorated in rings, fingerless gloves, and black nail polish claps on your wrist as your continued to be pulled though a crowd

When the world finally starts to calm and you have room to breath his hand slides to connect to your palm

Fingers intertwine with yours as a series of “Y’all good?”s start, followed quickly by an excited narration of the chaos that just ensued

He’d taken your hand so causally you barely even noticed

The two of you walked in a much calmer crowd, hand in hand, as Hizashi randomly picked bystanders out of his vocal range and made up their life stories to tell you

Fatgum

Big hands

You laid idly on the couch in Fatgum’s office, the interns long sense gone home

A pile of paperwork blocked your view of your hard working hero as he sat at his desk

You slumped and slid off the couch, boredom rising as you phone lie dead on the table nearby

A loud groan drives a “Just a bit longer, gumdrop” from behind the piles of unfinished work, a bit longer could be years for all you cared

Sliding across the hardwood floor on your back, you found yourself beside Taishiro’s desk, looking up at him from an angle you were rather use to

He was focused, with a smile still on his face as he worked, writing with one hand, the other causually turning Takoyaki in the grill built into his desk

You sat up, watching quietly. He was typically pretty observant, but he may not yet have noticed your approach

When his hand stopped turning and released, you took your chance

Both your hands snatched his wrist, sitting up a bit to rest yourself on his lap, you examined his large palm

He chuckled, “What’cha doin’, cupcake?”

His hand was massive in your own, enough to make anyone feel like a child. It could engulf you, hold half your torso and still have a pinkie to spare

You pressed on his palm, he hummed and returned to work, leaving you to admire as you pleased

His knuckles were scarred, several gashes and scrapes from punching at materials harder than even his fat could handle

Old burns from cooking, white spots on his finger tips from a time before he learned patients

You leaned back on him, holding his hand in your own, and watched him work

He seemed much more blissed from your company

Twice

Not enough hands

Jin’s a very physical person

He hangs off you every chance he can get, coddling and loving on you

He finds it annoying

So it’s not surprise as you two settled down for a movie night he was instantly on your lap like a cat

He lays over you like a blanket, limbs tangled every which way, head on your chest, looking at you more than the movie

One of your hands lay idly by your head, that one he has his own over, fingers tangled messily, almost uncomfortably

His other arm trapped under you, a hug from below, resting also uncomfortably against your spine

Leaving your free hand to tangle in his hair, a rare sight to have his mask off, though it probably wouldn’t last the whole movie, it should be cherished until then

When you notice his staring at you more than the screen, you choose to join him

You slide your hand from his hair to his cheek, he leans into it with the most lovestruck puppydog look a man his age could muster

He then starts to fidget around, moving like he’s stuck

It doesn’t take long from there for him to start getting frustrated with himself, splitting an argument for two between just him

You gently lift his head to regain eye contact and ask what’s wrong

He nearly starts crying

“I want to hold your cheek too but I don’t have enough hands!!”

He’s not willing to remove your hand from his hold or pull his other arm out from under you to compromise his own needs

He does eventually start crying over his lack of extra limbs to love you with

Aoyama

Standing ovation

Roaring applause rippled thought the auditorium

It wasn’t a big show, or a big stage, but it was your first written play, and seeing it go over so well was enough to bring a tear to your eyes

You joined the audience in standing to applause as the actors took the stage for the final bow

Only the lead, your star, wasn’t there with them

You blinked once, twice, three times before panic set in

There’s no way Yuga Aoyama would miss the chance to stand center stage in a spotlight. If he wasn’t on stage something must have happened

You tried your best not to look around too fervently, not wanting to startle anyone else

When a hand clasped yours

“And let’s not forget the playwright~✨”

Before you could question how he said that with his mouth, you were dragged onto the stage by your previously mentioned star, with his own mic in hand you don’t remember giving him

He held your arm up above his head as he runway walked his way along the stage, you closely in toe

You were going to go on stage eventually but you’d planned to be a lot more quiet about it, when more people had left early not wanting to sit though the applause

But instead, here you were, center stage, hand held high like you’d just won a boxing match by your own and only Aoyama

How he could stand being this bright all the time way beyond you

For now though, it was rather nice 

Ojiro

Lost and found

You stepped out of your class stretching, ready for a well deserved lunch break when you heard your classmates muttering

“Isn’t he from the hero course?”

“What’s he doing?”

Being nosy wasn’t usually your strong suit, but the mutterings has peaked your interest

You followed the eyes of those speaking to find a blond boy sitting in the floor of the hall, knees pulled to his chest to keep his legs from disrupting the flow of traffic, with his tail resting over his feet to protect them from being stepped on

He smiled and gave a light wave to your class as the dispersed

You alone approached him, curiosity peaking. Why was he sitting out here in the hall?

When question he very sheepishly answered, “I, uh.. I got lost on my way to class”

There was several things wrong with that

Number one being, he’d been at this school half a year now. He has one classroom, a big classroom, in the hero course. It’s not easy to miss??

Number two, it was noon. Lunchtime. He has one classroom. How long had he been lost???

These questions had answers and he was, while slightly embarrassed, happy to share he had, in fact, been lost all morning. Not just in finding his class, but also in finding the exit to the building, any teachers he knew, or his phone to call for help

You began to feel sorry for the guy, as this seemed to be a common occurrence in his daily life

With a sigh, you offered your hand to help him up

It was lunch, for all courses, so surely he’d see his hero course classmates in the cafeteria. No one turns up Lunchrush’s food after all

He smiled and took your hand, lifting himself from the floor with a thankyou

“I’m Ojiro, by the way. You are...?”

He was rather polite to talk to the entire walk, his grip on your hand was soft, gentle, and his smile never seemed to waver

Kaminari

Swing yer partner round and round

“Oh this is my JAM!”

Mina excitedly turned up your shitty little radio before kicking herself up off the floor, grabbing Sero all in one quick motion

The two danced horribly off beat, you quickly guess Mina had never heard this song before in her life, just wanted to get moving

“Come on you two, it’s dance break time!”

You found yourself enraptured with her energy, already forgetting the homework you all were doing

Kaminari took your hand much like how Mina took Sero’s and began to dance just as off beat and spuratic as queen pinkie had

You laughed, stumbling with every step, same as the others, the giggling energy filling a previously silent room

Denki’s fingers dug into your knuckles as he smirked, suddenly spinning on his heel and dragging you with him

The two of you became a tornado in your tiny dorm room, barely keeping from knocking into your tea table as you spun like a couple of children

You could hear Mina cheer and laugh, a brief glanced told you Sero was recording this silly moment

You looked across the way at your dance partner

Spinning, laughing his head off like this was the most fun he’d ever had, eyes closed, caring not for his surroundings

You decided to let go

The momentum sent you both toppling, you safely into Mina, who was more then ready to catch you

Denki got the much less desirable aforementioned tea table, which sent him toppling backwards over the also aforementioned homework

If you all could have laughed any louder, you would

Bakugo

Sweaty hands

You always knew when Bakugo was going to hold your hand

He may think he’s smooth, wiping his hand on the pocket of his pants before reaching behind himself to grab at you

But you’d always notice

It was a good indicator you were walking too slow for his liking, or the area up ahead was crowed, or that he simply felt you were too far away

You couldn’t initiate holding hands, when he didn’t actively want to be in contact he’d keep his hands shoved deep in his pockets

So you just had to wait for him to wipe himself off and reach for you

You were free to wrap yourself around his arm whenever, though

He’ll look pissed, but won’t say a word

And if you move away, he’ll wipe his hand on his pants, and offer it to you, a silent plea for you to come back

Honenuki

Magic hands

You stretched out over the couch of the 1-B common room with a whine, the rest of your class in a similar state

Training was hell today, sparing with class 1-A was never a joke, and with Monoma egging the whole game up to be more than it should have been, it all just escalated to a point you all wish it hadn’t

“Alright, next.”

Honenuki, a godsend, your blessed angel, helped Tsuburaba off the second common room couch, his typically wide eyes closed and relaxed as he wobbled his way across the room

You happily took his place, stretching out on your stomach before your classmate with the magic powers of massage

His hands pressed into your back and you instantly relaxed, letting out a low hum as you snuggled the pillow under your chin

Honenuki returned your hum, his hands pressing into all your tenses spots, almost instantly releasing them from their knots

You’d probably have fallen asleep, if it wasn’t over so fast

He had the entire class to get though after all, though he hated to rush an art form

You took his hand as he helped you stand, the actual minute of his touch enough to wobble your legs

Kissing his knuckle and thanking him for sharing his magic, you found yourself plopped peacefully on the couch beside Tsuburaba

Honenuki chuckled at you as he called next, happy to be of service

Monoma

He’s showing off

You’d known for a while now Monoma didn’t know how to shut the fuck up

He’d brag about anything, over anyone, to everyone

He’d always loudly bragged about how much better his class was, how much stronger his friendships were, how absolutely amazing his partner was

You being said partner didn’t make said bragging less annoying

The two of you had been together less than an hour and he was already boasting about your perfection to all who would hear

Some genuine, loving, almost gaggingly sweet comments

Others just to rub it in the face of class 1-A as much as possible

A week into this relationship and people were starting to think you must be come kind of god with how Monoma spoke about you

You’d been on two dates with the guy

Now here you were, holding his hand on the walk to class, and regretting every step

As every single person who passed must take note of the fact you were holding his hand

And also must be aware how blessed he is to be holding your hand in return

And really you started to understand the concerned look Kendo gave you when you told her you’d agreed to date Neito Monoma

Still his words were genuine, no matter how they came across, and he truly had a million and one things to say about you

So you could hold though the embarrassment his overexcited bragging may cause

He just wants to show you off

Mirio

Quietly

You sat by his bed side, holding gently to his limp hand

Moments ago he was inconsolable, crying and screaming his lungs out

His quirk gone

His teacher gone

Everything he worked so hard for seemed to vanish in an instant

His grip, still so strong, had left your hand bruised, circulation cut off

It wasn’t a concern you really had

Sleeping, his pain was still so obvious

Bags under his eyes, dried streaks of tears still down his keeps

And your hand still tightly gripped in his

What would happen next, where he would go, who you all would become

They were all problems for the future

Tomorrow you could work on a solution

Tonight, you could hold his hand

[minsyal]

The Fugitive: Finding Home, Pt. 2

Karl Heisenberg x Reader

Warnings: strong language, Resident Evil-esque violence and descriptions of gore, and dark/sexual themes

Summary: A once-in-a-lifetime trip turned dark. You're quickly exposed to the sinister and mysterious world of a cursed village under the control of dark leaders. How long will you last and will you ever return home in one piece?

The Fugitive: Finding Home Masterlist

Part 1 - The Beginning

“Mother Miranda, I’ve been requesting new maids for at least six months to this day.”

“That’s because you keep eating your other ones.”

You were shaken awake.

“I think that my castle would be best suited for her.”

“Oh, so you can bleed ‘er dry? You think that would really be the best use of anyone’s time?” A familiar voice retorted.

“Good morning!” A shrill voice squeaked as what felt like wood kicked at your face. “She’s up! She’s up! She’s up!” It exclaimed excitedly with a bounce, the voice became softer as the skittering of feet scrambled away.

“Ah,” the unfamiliar smooth woman’s voice cooed as your eyes adjusted to your surroundings. There were what looked to be six figures in the room. Miranda stood before you, perched upon a stage-like area that once housed what you could only imagine was a priest or preacher. To the left sat a cloaked woman with a blob of white resting in her lap. Another woman, also adorned in a white garb, sat towering over the rest, the light constant trickle of smoke danced upward from her vintage cigarette holder. On your right sat a familiar face, the man from the village who had saved you only a few hours prior. You’d come to know him as Lord Heisenberg. He maintained the large woman’s gaze, but the look held no love or any remote sense of familial belonging. Instead, his eyes were set ablaze, even behind the shaded rims of his glasses. Lastly, a shorter creature with a large hunched back moved ungracefully around. Its long gangly arms accompanied by its deformed face only aided in the growing unease.

The dull ache of your shoulder only distracted you from the bindings of your wrists for a moment. Your attention was quickly drawn to the rough ropes that dug their thorny threads into the soft skin of your wrists. Everything ached, mentally and physically.

“I do think she would be best suited with me.” The tall woman repeated herself. “There’s no doubt Moreau wouldn’t be able to handle her, and likely not the rest of you either.”

The hunched creature whirled back, throwing a forlornly glare in the woman’s direction. You supposed that was Moreau.

“You think I couldn’t handle her?” Heisenberg shot back, bent forward to rest his weight on his heels. His relationship with the large woman was clearly tumultuous given his outburst and her subsequent reaction.

“You always get them.” The shrill voice called. It was the doll; the fucking doll was talking... not that this should surprise you at this point. “She should come with us! We need more friends.”

“You’re not included in this conversation.” The tall woman mocked with a fierce glare shot violently at the doll as its mouth hung slack.

“Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on?” Thus far, nobody had managed to answer your simple question. The lot turned toward you, the majority with piercing stares. “Guess not.” You muttered, becoming quite fed up with the range of emotions you had been experiencing over the past day. If it kept going in this direction, you’d surely have to be treated for whiplash.

“She’s already proven to be a considerable pain in my neck.” Miranda loudly projected. Her steps were a clear juxtaposition to her tone, falling light on the church floor as she approached. “One villager is unable to walk, another dead.”

“Dead?” The words fell before you could stop yourself. She didn’t answer.

“Please,” Heisenberg leaned back once more, his hand moving to the interior of his jacket, “the dumb thing practically laid down when she was attacked by a lycan.” His fingers fumbled around the darkened paper of a cigar. Yellow, blonde streaks flashed upon his face as the distinguishable clink of a metal lighter was flicked. “I wouldn’t call that too capable.”

“My friend pushed me.” You argued, once again mentally reeling for the outburst.

Heisenberg let out a huff of smoke, intentionally blowing it in the tall woman’s direction, “sounds like a piss poor friend.”

“Enough.” Miranda had taken to her spot at the front near the alter once more. “The girl shall go to Alcina.”

A wicked smile crossed the tall woman’s face. “Thank you, Mother Miranda. It is so good to have you back.”

“Where are you from?” One of the girls ushered you through the depths of the castle. She wore a simple gown with stitches at the bottom, holding together the frail fabric that looked to be decades old.

“America.”

The girl cocked her head to the side like a newborn. “I don’t know of that town.”

Upon arrival you were escorted down to what was described as the maids’ chambers. In a small stone room, you were assigned a cot, given a chest, and told to change into uniform. Your arm ached and spasmed as you lifted the lid of the trunk open. Somewhere between being shot by the villagers and being transported to Castle Dimitrescu, the bullet was removed from your shoulder and replaced with gauze that limited the mobility of your arm. The distinct oily feeling of grease caused friction between the bandages and your clothes; the ache of alcohol still stung, causing a sore numbness.

The Lady insisted all maids conform to the strict code of dress. Long, unflattering dresses, short heels, and sometimes a headscarf if hair wasn’t pulled tautly into a bun at the base of one’s neck were a few things to name the least. You always wore the headscarf, which was a thin piece of grey lace that attached at the peak of your hairline, cascading over your shoulders to land at waist-length.

The rest of the day passed slowly. You learned the ins and outs of the castle, became acquainted with the sparse staff that only consisted of women, and met Alcina’s daughters from a distance. The next two weeks passed the same way.

Wake up, clean the castle, serve Lady and her daughters, go to bed. That was your routine. Though, the sounds that seeped from the halls at night prompted unwavering curiosity. Heisenberg had mentioned the ill-fated maids that had the luxury of serving the Dimitrescu women back in that church. Nothing at this point had you doubting that was the case. But you assured yourself daily that you would not accept the castle’s fate; you would get out of here one way or another.

You had only been at the mercy of Lady Dimitrescu once to this day. A small spat broke out between maids and the arrival of the head of house had the women squealing lies of how you were the one to start it.

“She stole our rations!” The girl with the wide nose accused her chubby finger outstretched in your direction.

“I didn’t steal anything, you dirty fucking liar.”

“She did. We were squabbling over how she should be punished.” The other girl replied, tucking a shaking hand behind her back as she straightened her poor posture.

“A thief,” Alcina regarded you, “that’s a shame.” Knives skid across the thin skin of your forearm. “Another outburst like this and there will be harsher consequences.” Red stained her tongue as she ran the claw through her cherry-red lips.

As she sauntered down the hall and out of sight, you uncurled your arm from your chest, wincing at the large crimson stain it left on your dress.

“Fresh face.” The words ricocheted off the wall in front of you. Footsteps steadfastly approached from behind. He walked with an effortless swagger, legs slightly bowed with each lyrical step. You’d gone for the quiet route after the situation, finding that silence often pleased those that ruled over the castle. “Here I was thinkin’ it would take you a little longer to lose that fight.” He stepped closer; the unmissable smell of tobacco seeped from his lips. “Looks like I was wrong.”

Instead of words, you held his gaze through unimpressed eyes. Hues of yellows, greys, and greens met yours from beneath his rounded glasses. You could see more of him from here. A large scar ran from the right of his face to the left, the lifted skin healing over leaving memories of whatever had happened. In fact, the majority of his face was plagued with scars. One ran from the bottom of his lip down to his chin, disappearing beneath the stubble of his beard. You wondered if his disdain toward Alcina was founded by those wretched claws of hers. His hair was wirey with shades of brown and peppered grey streaking through the ends. Quite honestly, he was an attractive man.

“I’ve got a name, you know?”

“I don’t think I cared to ask.”

“Then I suppose you aren’t deserving of one either.”

“Well,” he tapped at your chest with a gloved finger, “I think you’ve got a little spunk left in you, sweetheart.”

“Call me Y/n.”

“No last name?” He deadpanned.

“L/n.”

He nodded, but you felt as though your words had passed through him like a ghost.

“Karl.” He gave a lazy bow, tilting the rim of his hat. “But I think you probably already knew that.”

“Gossip and information don’t come easily from the maids here. Sorry,” you pressed your lips together, “I didn’t know.”

Karl gave a shrug.

“Do you know what happened to my friend?” The thought had been playing on your mind for the past few weeks.

He raised an inquisitive brow and turned his head to peer out the shaded window. “The so-called friend that left you to become lycan chow?” A hearty tut left his chest. “I think she’s assimilated into the town.”

“Dumb bitch.” You breathed.

“There’s that spark.” He stood tall with an artificial sense of pride. It had been a long time since somebody in the village was willing to use such crude language in front of any of the Lords, let alone Miranda. It almost astonished him that they’d let you live after the killing of Adelina’s brother. The gun misfired; it wasn’t really your fault.

Another week of growing suspicions and two newly missing maids, you finally attempted to seek out the dungeons that everyone spoke of but warned to stray from. You had to know what was going on here.

“Lost?” Heisenberg’s voice appeared at your right side. His chin almost rested upon your shoulder; the stubble of his beard scratched at your neck. “This isn’t a place I’d get lost in if I were you. In fact, it’s not even a place you should be exploring.”

“Are you going to run to Alcina if I do?” You didn’t face him, why would you? The hallway was cramped, restricting of any sort of movement other than in the direction you were going.

“Me?” He leaned backward to stand at full height. Your body cursed silently, wishing nothing more than to have him close again. How he wasn’t hitting his head on the rafter just inches above floored you. “I hate that bitch. You do what you want, but I won’t bail you out when you get caught.”

“Good thing I don’t plan on being caught then.” You descended the metal ladder, only looking upward for a moment to catch a glimpse of Heisenberg leaning over the opening. An eerie smile was plastered on his lips, it was almost smug.

The dungeons were as you imagined. Cold water trickled down some of the walls, likely due to cracks in the castle’s foundation accompanied by the ever melting of the outside snow. It smelled of mothballs and garlic, something musty was clinging to the air. You noted a few turns here and there, attempting to memorize the path you had taken in case you needed to make a swift escape. What didn’t help was the skid of your maid’s clothes along the rigid floor.

Muffled cries put you further onto the edge. The narrow hall gave way to a large room filled with arched stonework. Metal bars shot from floor to ceiling, hinges creaked as the sound of hands banging against them filled your eardrums. You didn’t want to go further, scared of any repercussions should any of the jailed women recognize and rat you out.

Turning to head to the ladder, you collided with a chest. “Leaving so soon?” Heisenberg again.

“Shh!” You slapped at his chest with a closed fist, only realizing what you had done when the action was completed. He looked rightfully amused. Everything that you had learned of these “Lords” up to now told you to act less casually with him, to put on an air of respect at the very least. But there was something surprisingly human about him. Something that told you it was okay despite it potentially not being so. At this point, you were only prolonging the inevitable.

“What?” He started, swiftly being cut off by approaching footsteps. Firm hands grasped at your arms, pulling your face forward into his chest. “Open your mouth and I’ll feed you to whatever’s coming.” He said through his teeth, trapping your arms between your two bodies.

The room grew dim, the wall behind your back became close even though you had not moved at all. Heisenberg’s grip was strong on your forearms, causing you to inaudibly hiss as his thumb dug into the slash Alcina had left weeks prior. The footsteps were accompanied by the soft cries of a woman, gasping pleas of being let go falling silent on the ears of her assailant. A minute passed; the dungeon fell soundless.

“You can breathe now.” His lips lingered close to your ear, once again sending a rush of chills crawling down your skin. He knew what he was doing.

“I’ve been breathing.” You breathily retorted sounding as if you had just run a marathon.

“Whatever you say, doll.”

The wall behind you gave way, moving on its own. You turned; the materials that had been pressed to your back laid themselves on the ground. Heisenberg’s smile was unmissable. “Go ahead.” His voice was gravely, gruff, a slight melancholy dismay underlying. Heisenberg desired for you to implore what just happened, but you wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. You refused to see him as anything but normal, for if you did give in to the village’s mental games, you’d likely find yourself going mad. He was a man, you told yourself, nothing more.

“I thought you weren’t going to bail me out?”

“I wasn’t.” He tightened his grip on your arms. “But I figured it’d be a shame to lose such a pretty face so soon.”

“I, I’m sure you say that to all the girls here.” You couldn’t hold his gaze at this distance. Perhaps Adelina was right, you were rather frumpy and unexperienced.

A huff came as he exhaled, a thoughtful tug of his lips upward accompanied it. He didn’t answer, a reoccurring event with those who inhabited this town.

Heisenberg had been keeping his trips to and from the castle a secret. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure why he felt so inclined to bother with the outsider woman who appeared in the village one fateful evening. Perhaps he was growing bored of his daily routine with no results to show. Maybe he was enticed by the well of knowledge you held of the outside world. Maybe it was something else, something human. The Lord’s weren’t allowed to stray far from the village. The other three lived delightfully oblivious, completely okay with never exploring the unknown. Heisenberg, on the other hand, was not. Your friend, Jess as he recalled you calling her, was far from interesting to him. It didn’t take a genius to tell how low her I.Q. had to be. She conformed easily to the village and by all accounts had been down talking you to the others she met. She quickly fell into the same brainwashed daze of worship.

It had been another turbulent week of utter chaos around every corner. Nobody knew of your adventure into the depths of Castle Dimitrescu and you had no intentions of spreading any gossip among the maids. They all seemed to have it out for you anyway. You were the “outsider,” as one described it. It was so blatantly evident to them that you were not going to conform to their ways. And that disturbed them.

It wasn’t that you hadn’t your fair share of punishment to this point. In actuality, you had received a significantly greater amount of beratements and surface wounds from Alcina and her daughters. You thought to Heisenberg often, continually wondering how your life would differ had Miranda bestowed you upon him. He was irresistibly charming in his own twisted sense. Every word that escaped his mouth heavily contradicted his actions. You received a good number of swats to the hand stemming from woeful daydreaming of the man you hardly knew.

He could be dangerous, you’d tell yourself before slipping into yet another sequence of fervent and unrelenting thoughts stemming from the mysterious man. He was a Lord, one placed in a top position according to the village’s hierarchy. You just weren’t sure why.

There had been countless times the man had sauntered into the castle, “accidentally” run into you, and held brief conversation.

The other maids were assholes. Though you had concluded this swiftly upon entering the castle, their recent actions only solidified your feelings.

It had been only a day since Heisenberg’s last visit. He strolled into the castle, easing his way past the maids as they hurriedly passed by. They paid him no mind. The evening sun had begun to set in the sky. Lady Dimitrescu had gone out for the night, instructing her girls to hold down the castle while she was away. The three of them had descended into the dungeons, not to be seen again until morning. This left the halls free and roamable for the savvy Lord.

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” Your voice caught his attention. “Oh, shut the fuck up, Marybeth.”

Shrill voices argued back and forth behind the kitchen doors. The sound of muffled giggles fell on his ears; it was an unusual sound within the castle walls. The girls must be relaxed knowing they’re safe from punishment tonight. At least, that’s what they thought.

In a second, the hinges of the door burst off, sending the heavy frame crashing down to the tiled floor. Shrieks came quickly and died on their lips as soon as the girls realized who was there.

“Lord Heisenberg.” One woman bowed her head, concealing something within her hands as she placed them in her lap, clasped tightly together. “Lady Dimitrescu has left for the evening.”

“I know.” His brow raised at the scene set before him. You stood to the rear of the kitchen, clearly irate at something the woman who regarded him had done. Five other women were huddled with the one who spoke, following her lead and averting their gazes. No aroma of cuisine drifted from the empty cauldron, only the stale scent of curing meats clung to the air.

“What’s going on in here?” He looked directly at you from beneath the lid of his hat.

“We were cleaning the kitchen.” The maid spoke through shaking breaths.

After a pensive moment, he waved his hand. “You’re dismissed. Except,” he held his hand at your chest as you attempted to pass, “you.”

The girls stumbled over the door, making quick work of getting back to their quarters and away from the Lord. You listened as the audience of feet trampled away. None of the girls here knew how to walk in heels causing for a rather elephant-like clomping of shoes wherever they went.

“What really happened?”

“Do you care?”

“Not particularly, but color me curious.”

“Don’t get them in trouble.” You demanded through gritted teeth. “I don’t want to deal with the aftermath.”

He chortled. “You seem more afraid of them than you are of me.”

“You’ve not given me a reason to be scared.”

Your back pressed to the wall, a glass chalice fell, shattering against the floor. The lapels of his jacket and dog tags pushed to your chest were still cold from the frosted night air. “Do I need to give you a reason?”

“I just,” embarrassment rose in your cheeks, “would you stop doing this?” There was no budging the man. His strength far outweighed yours, easily acting as if your pushing against his chest was nothing but a soft breeze.

“Doing what?” A smirk grew on his lips. God, he loved this.

“This!” Your clenched fist banged on his chest, not rattling him in the slightest. Droplets of claret liquid ran from your palm to your elbow. “Dammit, Karl. Move.”

The use of his first name was new. A solid hand closed around your wrist, bringing it up to eye level. He tilted back, adjusting his vision. The raise of his brow signaled that he wanted you to open your hand. Complying, you cringed as the reddened skin screamed for relief.

“They did this?”

“It’s no different from the other injuries I’ve gotten here.”

“It’s deep.” He reached into the pocket of his trench coat. “Don’t let anyone know you’ve got this.” A silver tin slipped from his hand to yours, you pried at its ridges with your nail.

Heisenberg disappeared after that, taking off with a dramatic throw of the castle doors as he disappeared into the dense forest. He had given you a tin of salve and a bandage.

“Lady Dimitrescu has requested your presence.”

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