#it could be the first time she had to sleep alone in the attic

[ziminy]

Run little butterfly

You were trying to run from home when you met him, disappearing from his side just the way you appeared next to him, in a dramatic way out of nowhere. And now that he found you, he won't let you go ever again.

Tags: smut, mdni, f!Cinderella reader, king!sukuna, true form sukuna, Sukuna's hand mouth (you'll see what I'm talking about), oral (m and f receiving), first time, fingering, creampie, crying, double penetration, two dicks kuna, Sukuna being a little bit too obsessed with you, jealousy, Sukuna haves a harem,

Author's note: this is a last minute fic I came up with to not leave sukuna out this year's list. Don't worry bbg, I'll never forget about you😘

Author's note: a very much different version of Cinderella. I was thinking of sticking to the original but it doesn't really scream me, so I had to change it.

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You were the only child of a small noble house. You grew up enjoying the little's of life, trying to understand the beauty of it and the people next to you.

Your father was gone most of the time since he was traveling for work. You had your mother next to you, making you feel less sad and looking forward for the next day to come.

But your happiness didn't lasted for long, because your mother fell ill. And not long after that, she unfortunately passed away, leaving you and your father all alone.

It was sad, your favorite person in the world disappearing just in a blink of an eye.

You didn't even had time to mourn her death and your father remarried, bringing home a woman you never saw in your life and two other kids who happened to be the same age as you.

You were ignored most of the time, your father gone and your new mother couldn't give a single fuck about what you were doing.

You wished you could go back in time when no one would look in your direction. Because the moment your father also passed away, your life did a 180.

Everything happened way to fast, losing your family, now even the servants leaving because that woman was refusing to pay them. You were also moved to the attic.

You couldn't catch a single break since that woman and her daughters were mistreating you everyday.

You stayed there for a few years, that until you turned old enough to leave somewhere far away and live independently.

You didn't cared about the house, the memories, the people you once loved anymore. All you wanted was to run as soon as possible.

So, one afternoon, right after everybody called it a day and you were supposed to go to sleep, you tried to make your escape.

Taking a horse, you made your way to the gate, getting ready to run so far away that you won't have to ever think about this place again.

You followed the main path, going and going, not stopping until you were out of town.

For the first time in years, you were happy. The more you were getting away from that hell hole, the more you smiled.

After good minutes of getting further away from that house, you calmed down. Feeling at a safe distance to finally breath and let all the weight from your shoulders drop.

You stopped in front of an inn. Getting off your horse and leave it in front of the illuminated building, petting it for a moment before you got some courage to get inside.

You had a few coins that you managed to save over the past few weeks. It wasn't much, but it was enough to keep you alive for a few days until you find some accommodation, a house that you could finally call your own.

You opened the door, immediately being met with a few people that were sitting at the tables. This places was a lot more full on the inside that it looked on the outside. Whatever, it was none of your business what other does when you had your own problems.

"I'd like to rent a room for the night." you said when you got to the counter.

"I have to check what rooms I have available." the older man in front of you said.

"Also, I have a horse outside. Do you have a stable where I can move it to?" you asked, hoping that your loyal friend will get a good night sleep.

"In the back." you wasted no more time and went outside, moving your horse to a comfortable stable where it could rest for a while.

Now, you were walking back to the inn, ready to pay for your room and sleep until tomorrow morning, then take off to another town and only imagining how life would be stress free.

Right outside the inn, there was an extremely tall guy, you could only see his body form because he had his face covered with the hood of his cloak.

You only looked at him for a moment, but right before you were about to enter the tavern, you felt some arms on you, being dragged to the side.

Your heart was about to get out your chest, you thought that was the end of your journey. Here goes your freedom. It haven't even been an hour and you were caught already.

But instead of your evil step mother or her ugly daughters, you were met with that tall man from earlier.

"I must admit, they did a good job this time." he said in a low voice that gave you chills down your spine. You were confused, not understanding his words, but you didn't dared to open your mouth. You just stood there, silent, waiting for an explanation.

You looked at him with big eyes, you could bearly see his face since it was dark outside, and the light from inside the inn wasn't giving you any help to figure out who he was.

He knew nothing about you and he was already salivating. You were nothing like he saw before. Daring to show up before him in peasants clothes, looking tired and full of anxiety. And yet, you looked so sweet that he couldn't help but want to break you already.

He thought he said he doesn't want any kind of unwanted guests during his trip, but he's not complaining about it when you looked so ready to take him.

He couldn't help but laugh, making you even more confused, and now trying to get away.

When you thought that you could get free, you felt another pair or arms around you. Now you got four arms on you, two on your hips and keeping you in place, one hand on your arm and one under your chin, lifting it up to look at him.

All you could see were his red eyes, that looked like they're glowing.

He looked like a beast who just captured his prey and you couldn't help but feel scared, he was way too intimidating.

His eyes scaned your face for a moment, looking at the dumb expression you had, and then it went lower.

Your lips look so tasty. He wanted to kiss you just to see how you'll react, even if he's usually the type to avoid such act.

Usually, his women would come into his room, look all dolled up and pretty before they take care of him and then leave. No questions asked, no feelings involved.

However, you look so dumb. He couldn't help but want to tease you. To touch you and overstimulate you until you're even more stupid that you already are.

He leaned down, getting his face closer to yours, somehow trying to anticipate your next move. Will you moan or will you keep quiet? Now he wanted to hear your broken cries even more.

He stopped right in front of your face, your noses almost touching. All he did was to look at you.

You froze, all the air from your lungs stopping in place. You couldn't process what was going on.

"Don't use that pretty brain on things you don't understand." even he can't understand why he was acting like that. Craving for you even if this is the first time he saw you.

You parted your lips, wanting to say something, but you couldn't say a single word. Your voice was stuck in your throat.

"Forget about everything they told you. That training was irrelevant." training? What was he talking about? "I make the rules, remember that." right, you shouldn't listen to his servants telling you how to please him. He knows himself better than them.

He misunderstood this completely. You weren't one of his new added toys to his collection. You had no idea who he even was to begin with.

But he didn't cared, his face continued moving, ignoring whatever questions you might have as his lips finally touched yours.

His eyes were cold, and so was his touch. His hands were roughly placed on your body, dragging you closer in his arms. His kisses were loveless, no sign of affection as he tried to deeper the kiss.

Taking all the warmth you had to offer, his cold body was slowly becoming warmer. Bathing in your scent, one of his hands went behind your head, holding you in place to be able to kiss you better. One of his hands on yours, trying to wrap it around his body, wanting to feel more of your touch.

He wanted to be in your arms, to feel how is it when you hold him tightly.

Fuck is even wrong with him. He's not usually like this but now his cocks were hard against his pants, wanting to break free and be inside you. Ah, but he's going feral just thinking about your warm wet cunt taking all of him in. And you must take him in, he won't let you rest until you can take him properly.

"Master." someone could be heard from behind a corner, making you jump and almost run from there.

"Tsk." the tall man said annoyed, getting his face away from you, now fixing his posture but still having you in his arms.

"I prepared the thing you asked me to." that person said again, not daring to show their face.

"Alright." the man said annoyed, finally getting his arms away from you. He looked at you for one more time before he left, leaving you all alone to process what just happened.

You couldn't possibly remain there for the night, you had to leave this place, and you had to leave now. That guy was nothing but a big red flag. Everything about him screamed danger, and you weren't stupid enough to fuck around and find out.

So, in a desperate attempt to get away from there, you went back to the stables, getting your horse out and getting on top of it. You left that place in a hurry, not looking back for a moment as you went back to the place you consider to be safe. By safe I meant that he couldn't possibly appear there, there's no way he could.

So, you ran back to that hell house. Leaving the horse back in its place as you quickly ran inside the house.

Never in your life did you think you'll be so happy to see the same old kitchen you spend most of your time into. And never were you so happy to run to the attic and jump into that rusty bed, falling asleep immediately.

But when you finally got home, the mysterious stranger that you met at the inn just finished his task. Getting into his room and calling for someone to get you to him. He couldn't help but want to ravish you right there and then, split you open on his dicks and pump a few loads in you.

"There's no one in this inn that describes that appearance." were they shitting on him now?

"This female that was recently added to the harem." he tried to find other words to explain it. He knew nothing about you besides how you looked and how sweet you taste for him.

"She's currently at the palace. You told us you don't want to see her because of how inexperienced she was." he did that, didn't he. He remembers something now, a girl with long dark hair getting into his bed wearing nothing but a red transparent bathrobe. She was nothing but talk, it made him lose interest immediately.

"Then I want to see all the females in this inn." he got to find you. He knows you're real, it was no way you weren't.

"There are no other guests besides us." then who the fuck were you? Why did you appeared only before him and then disappeared after making him so hungry for you. Were you a piece of his imagination? No wander he wanted to touch you so bad.

Then he haves no option but to look for someone similar to you, his vision, when he gets back to the palace.

And that night, one of you slept better than a a cat napping under the sunlight and the other was wide awake the whole time.

Sure, the next day came and it reminded you of why you tried to run in the first place, but wasn't it better when you knew you won't have to deal with strangers. Especially someone like that brute of a man.

Your chores and the harassment those three women gave you was annoying, but after yesterday, you'll managed to live a few more weeks with it.

When the weather clears, you'll go out again, and this time you'll do a lot more better.

But perhaps, the universe was giving you a much better solution than to sneak out the house.

Because, you see, by the end of that week your house received a invitation to the Royal ball, and it says that the king is finally going to chose a queen.

Your sisters were running around in circles trying to find a good dress. And the mess they made while looking around was giving you headaches.

But you couldn't really complain when you're planning to leave while they're at the ball.

"Can I come to the ball?" you asked with a basket full of clothes in your hands, being tasked to wash and iron them by the end of the day.

"Mother! Do you hear her nonsense?" one of the sisters yelled, making you close your eyes at the loud noise.

"She can't! Mother!" the other sister said, going to her mother and trying to beg her to say no.

"Do you think they need more servants there? It's a happy ceremony, not a job interview." you knew no was the answer, but still. You tried to see if something changed at least in one of them. Hoping to find a reason to stay in this house for a little longer.

The moment they left in their carriage to the ball, it was the moment you ran out the house and ready to get on the horse.

"Now now, no need to be sad." a masculine voice could be heard behind you, making you turn around instantly.

Two men, both of them dressed in black, one with long black hair and the other with white hair and sun glasses.

"We're here to save you." the white haired guy said, making you raise an eye brow. "Aren't you glad?"

"Who are you?" they acted like it was normal for two unknown men to appear in your yard and act all nonchalant.

"Your fairy godmother."

"But you're two, and men." you tried to correct their words.

"We come in a package. And being a fairy godmother sounds better than a fairy godfather." the white haired guy said.

"Gojo and I will help you go to the ball." the dark haired man said.

"I don't want to." you refused, getting your horse out and ready to get on it.

"But you looked so sad earlier." the white haired guy sounded like he was mocking you. "Come on, don't lie to us."

"If you want to do something for me then kick those women out." it was much better than going to a ball you weren't invited to.

"But you look like you already have your future planned out. Why would we interfere?"

"Then why are you here?" you said, getting ready to get on your horse.

"We better get started or you'll arive when the ball is finished." out of nowhere both of them got some kind of wands in their hands, moving it around in the air before both of them started to do their magic.

"If you're going to a ball you'll need a carriage." the dark haired guy said and you saw a pumpkin floating in the air, getting in front of you and slowly becoming bigger, slightly changing its color and shape.

"We need horses too." the other man said and some mices were turned into horses.

"And a coachman." they looked like they were having fun while you were still very much miserable.

"What about the dress?"

"Something blue?" with a hand movement, your clothes were changed into a big ball gown dress. "And look, glass slippers."

"That will be uncomfortable." the dark haired guy said, getting ready to change your shoes into something more comfortable.

"No, no. They're very much comfortable. Try to walk around." the other guy said, making you walk back and forth and give him a review of how your shoes were.

"It's good. My feet doesn't hurt." you said and try to jump around to show that everything was alright.

"Okay then. Get inside." both of them pushed you inside the carriage.

"You have until midnight to come back."

"The spell breaks when the clock shows 12. Remember that."

"Now go, and don't come back until you had all the fun you needed." they both disappeared into thin air. Leaving you alone in a carriage on the way to a ball you didn't want to go to.

You could jump out the carriage and go back home. But if you're being honest, you want to have a last good memory before you leave your good for nothing status and name and live freely.

A ball didn't sounded that bad. There would be music, food, and a lot of people so you won't have to worry about standing out. There's peacocks out there who are trying too hard to make themselves distinguished, so, you're good.

The castle was a lot bigger up close. You could see it every day from your window in the morning. It already looked big, but now? Damn, you're scared you'll stand out because you have no idea how to act like a noble.

You took a deep breath before getting out of the carriage. Grabbing a bit of your dress in your hands, to help you walk up the stairs.

With small steps, you took your time, looking around at the beautiful paintings and the way the whole place looked like it was covered in gold.

There were guards everywhere. It was a bit scary, if you think about it, but you chose to ignore it.

"Excuse me." you went to someone who looked like they worked there. "Do you know where the ballroom is at?" you asked, being lost in that foreign place.

"This way, miss." the man said in a professional voice, showing you the way to the place where you'll spend the next few hours before you disappear for good.

You went inside the room, being welcomed with a lot of people who didn't looked twice in your direction.

The ballroom was filled with music, but no one was dancing. Rather than that, they were talking between themselves.

Rich people, what do you know.

Most of them were dressed in a similar way to you, but there were some who went over the top. And now that you're thinking about it, your step sisters were doing too much. They probably stand out like crazy, and you couldn't help but giggle.

You decided to go and look around. What's a party without food and drinks?

Making your way between people who didn't wanted to move and inch, you found a table with some desserts on it. They look so tasty, and the taste was even more incredible. Can you steal a few for your journey? Or can you pretend to be a worker there and sneak into the kitchen?

Happy with your discovery, you took a plate of some cake and went to sit somewhere where no one will disturb you.

A small couch that was surrounded by little to no people. And you couldn't ask for more.

You sat on it, enjoying the sweet in your hands, the peace and the fact that no one was giving you any attention.

But the thing is, that if you payed some attention you would have saw why no one dared to stay there. It was the closest couch to the king.

It was in the right side of the throne, just a few feet away from it.

How could you be so blind? How could you not notice that brute of a man. Standing so tall that you could see him from a few crowds away, four arms, not two like the rest of the people in that ballroom. Pink hair that looked like candy, and yet it didn't made him look any softer.

Unlike you, he noticed the person who sat on the couch right away.

His eyes widened, mouth slightly opened as he kept looking at you again and again. Blinking, rubbing his eyes and then blinking again.

"You see that person?" the king asked the closest person next to him, to confirm he wasn't seeing things.

"The lady in the blue dress?" that was all he needed to hear to know he was in fact not hallucinating.

He got up, ignoring who ever dared to come his way and walk to you, stopping right in front of you who still haven't acknowledged his existence.

You raised your head when you finally noticed him, mouth full of delicious cake. You had the same big round eyes he remembers. You gulped, swallowing the sweet down your throat. He haven't said a word since he stopped in front of you, still being in his own world, still not believing that you came to him yourself. He didn't had to look for a replacement anymore.

"Can I help you?" your voice was like magic to him. It could make him melt if you said the right words.

He laughed, a big smirk on his face. But that only made you confused.

You looked left and then right, looking for a clue on what's going on. Perhaps he wanted to sit down and this was the only available space. You knew that nobles have some complicated etiquettes they follow, so maybe he's waiting for you to do something?

Ah, you finally get it. You got up, bowing politely to let him know that was your goodbye. But when you wanted to turn around, you suddenly woke up in the air, and a pair of arms wrapped around you.

"Wha-" panicked, you grabbed onto him. But now that you look at the situation, he was the one who got you in his arms, carrying you out of there. "What are you doing?" this couldn't be normal.

"Don't act like you don't remember me now." his words made sense to you, somehow.

He looked familiar, but you couldn't figure out from where. You don't know his name, this was the first time you saw his face, but that voice sounded so familiar. And his body, it also looked like you saw it before.

He walked around the castle like he owned it. Opening door after door, and getting deeper inside it, and far away from the ballroom.

"Who are you?" he was no ordinary person, you could see that. He walked freely without a single person saying a thing.

He made the guards look like decorations, and they didn't dared to say a thing to him. The palace workers bowed before him, and even the nobles were trying to please him.

"Where are you taking me?" you asked when you figured the answer to the first question.

He still didn't said a word and open one last door.

This room was deep inside the palace, you'd get lost if you try to run from there on your own. But perhaps that was what he wanted from the start. To lock you somewhere you won't be able to run from even if you try to escape.

That place had a big bed in the middle of the room, a couch that was facing the fire place, a big bookcase filled from top to bottom and some really big windows. From what you can see out the windows, and the fact you just walked up a lot of stairs, you were really high up. You won't be able to survive without breaking a few bones if you try to jump.

He really thought of everything, huh?

Walking to the bed, he placed you on it. Turning around and walking towards the door. He didn't thought of finding you this soon, so he had no idea what to do.

"Can I.." you bite your lips before speaking, too afraid that you know the answer too well. "Can I still go home?" he paused when he got in front of the door, but didn't said a thing. "The guys that helped me get here told me to get back before midnight." he almost broke the door when he heard those words. The what? The guys? They did what? "This is actually a spell. I don't actually look like this." he turned around and marched to the bed.

There was something scary in his eyes. But you couldn't help but look at him.

Did you tricked him? Was someone plotting against him and send a doppelganger to play with him?

"Who sent you?"

"I have no idea." you looked away. He won't believe you even if you tell him.

"Tell me." his cold eyes could petrify anyone.

"You don't trust me." you shook your head, trying to brush this off.

"I do. Now tell me." he looked like he could kill you right there, and no one would say a thing about it. You won't be missed, you won't be mourned. You don't even have someone to think about even in your last moments of living.

"Can I leave or not?" your voice just as cold as his, and for a moment he could feel his blood boil. You talked to other men, they send you there to the palace to make a clown out of him and now you dared to act like it was his fault for locking you in a place where he knows you won't run from.

"No." you sighed at his response. Disappointed in yourself for even trying, for listening to some strange men and for not running away when you had the perfect chance to.

"At midnight I turn back to my usual self. I'm not like this, I don't dress this way. You won't like me anymore after that." he was looking for a replacement from the start. This ball was held to find a doll that resembled you. And he found it. You can turn into a hideous monster and he'll find a way to turn you back into this form.

"And you think that I care?"

You looked confused. You had no idea what was going on in his head. What made him act like this and why.

Did you looked like an ex lover? Or someone who passed away? Because if that's the case, then he won't find what he's looking for in you.

"I won't submit to you." you tried to make it clear. "I'm my own person. I can't act like someone else."

He takes your words as a challenge.

He'll transform you into the perfect puppet. You'll match his expectations and taste in all aspects. You'll love him with all your heart and wait for him to return to you at the end of the day. All you need is a little training. And by how things looks, you'll need an intense one.

"You think you can defy me, brat?" he was mocking you. His voice was so annoying.

His face, his body, his status, everything was getting on your nerves now.

"I'm going home." you said. It wasn't a question or request, you were letting him know.

"Try." the shock look on your face was priceless. You looked offended by his words and he couldn't ask for more. He lied, he will get more out of you. Words, expression, feelings, he wants to see everything.

You tried to get up the bed, ignoring the fact that he was right in front of you. He didn't stopped you, he just looked at your dumbfounded expression when your actions weren't stopped by him.

He laughed, his voice filling the whole room.

You looked like you were going to cry, and he couldn't help but want to bite you. Sink his teeth deep into your flesh and leave marks all over your body.

For a moment, you stopped in place, not daring to get close to the door anymore.

Where have you felt that feeling before? The feeling of being watched by a ferocious predator.

You slowly turn around, to look at him who was sitting on the floor, his back against the bed. You recognize those red eyes now. It's the same as back then, when you almost successfully ran from home but you were met with that freak who made you turn around.

The realization look you had on your face made his eyes darker.

You had to get out of there, now.

You were if full panic mode, slowly walking backwards to the door, putting your hands on the handle and open it. Not a single second wasted as you ran down that hallway, dress in your arms and trying to get as far away from him as possible.

You stopped just for a moment to look back when you got to some stairs. He was nowhere to be seen, and you didn't know if you actually lost him or he was playing with you.

Whatever, you can think about that after you run from there.

The midnight clock could be heard in the background, but you weren't preoccupied by it. In fact, you couldn't even hear it, too focused on running down that mountain of stairs.

One of your shoes slipped off your foot. You turned around to look at it, and then you saw him, at the end of the stairs and looking down at you.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you almost stopped working for a moment.

Leave it there, a shoe didn't matter when you had far more things to worry about.

You soon got to a hallway, a big open door a few meters away of you, and you couldn't help but run even faster. But the closer you got, the more the door close. And by the time you got to it, it was completely shut.

"No, please!" you banged on the door. "Let me through." no answer.

You tried to open it, pulling it as hard as you can, but nothing. Going back wasn't an answer, and there weren't any other rooms that you could hide in.

There was only one option left. So many windows on your right, it was easy to open one and try to escape. And so you did, you opened a window and looked down for a moment. A broken neck doesn't sounds that bad, if you're thinking about it.

You took a deep breath, with a hand lifting as much of your dress in your arms, and with the other holding onto the window, ready to jump on it and see what the outcome of this event will be.

With no hesitation, you placed your knee on the window frame, trying to balance yours with your other foot and get on top of the window. But then you felt those big muscular arms wrapped around you once again.

"I didn't thought you had the balls to do it." his mouth was right into your ear, his voice leaving chills all over your body. "I might lock you in the basement if you continue to be a bad girl." he can do it, who's stopping him. You won't give up without a good fight.

"So? What do you want from me?" with this he knew you were the person he was looking for. Daring to disappear again just like back at the inn. You loved getting on his nerves, didn't you?

"We have unfinished business." what was he talking about?

"I didn't do anything." and that's the problem. The fact that you left him when he needed you. How dare you.

"Look at the time." he said when he was walking back on the stairs, holding you in his arms. With two holding your body and the other two wrapped around you, in case you planned on doing something crazy again.

"I told you, this is all a spell." and he can't wait for it to go away.

He stopped in place, and you had no idea what he was going to do. "Your shoe." he said, looking at the glass slipper.

"That would disappear too." but that didn't stopped him from moving one of his hands from you and picking up the glass slipper.

He continued walking back to that cursed room, throwing you in bed.

"Let's wait for the spell to break." he sat on a chair next to the door, waiting for your next move. Will your run to the door and try to escape again? Will you jump on him and try to harm him or will you try to jump out the window? He couldn't help but feel exited for your next move.

The disappointed look on his face when you just stood there. Looking down at the floor and from time to time at him with a ugly look in your eyes. You hated him? But that's a strong feeling, wasn't it?

And your words were true. You started glowing, and soon your appearance slightly changed. Your clothes were back to your old rags, your make up gone and your hair freely on your back.

He waited, excited. He couldn't help but wet his lips with his tongue, gulping and pressing his palms against each other. You better transform or he'll do it for you.

He expected more. He thought he'll see something unseen before. A monster, or you at your worst. You got him overthinking that your previous appearance was all a lie, but now you got him to want to bully you for lying to him.

He got up, getting closer to the bed. He stood there before you, expressionless, before he pushed you in bed, making you fall on your back.

"I didn't know you were a liar."

"What do you mean? The spell broke."

"You look exactly the same." he was on top of you, caging you between him and the bed. "You look even better than before." he was strange, truly.

"I still want to go home." you'll try as much as you can. There must be something that will work on this guy.

"I don't want you to."

"And who are you to decide for me?" he didn't respond to your question, choosing to ignore it like most of your questions. Instead, he smashed his lips against yours, his craving for your touch far too loud to ignore it.

And then it hits you. If you distract him, and act all sweet, you might actually be able to fool him and run away.

So, your hands wrapped around his neck, dragging him closer to you. He looked shocked, and for a moment he just stood there.

"What?" you spit those words at him, annoyed. Even if you cooperate with him, your words can't help but show your true colors.

"Take your clothes off." you gasped.

"I'm not doing this before marriage." you said, not wanting to do more than kissing.

"Consider the ball tonight the wedding ceremony." you looked at him in disbelief. "I'll take them off if you don't want to." even worse.

"I never did this before." you said. Maybe he'll have a heart and try to understand your situation.

"It's definitely going to hurt." no encouragement words? What a dickhead.

"I'll do it myself, no need for you to do a thing." you got up the bed, your hands traveling here and there, taking your time while undressing.

He stood at the edge of the bed, watching your every move. You can run if you want, the door is open, and it would stay that way until he leaves that room. So, you can try as much as you want, it's entertaining watching you fail.

But you didn't run, instead, you did as he said. Taking your clothes off with shaking hands and biting off any bad words you wanted to say out loud.

"Come and help me too." he could only laugh at your expression. But you got closer to the bed, no protests. He better sleep with his eyes open tonight.

He placed his much bigger hand on top of yours, dragging it on him.

You had no idea what to do. You kept looking at his body, at his arms, at his big chest, his shoulders. "Try and undress me, not just with your eyes." he was too much.

You slowly took whatever you could off him, and he just looked at you the whole time.

Now, when both of you were naked, you just stood there in front of him. You couldn't help but stare. He had two cocks, not one but two. I mean, he haves two of everything, but you didn't expect for him to have two dicks as well.

"Close your mouth and stop staring." he laughed at your dumbfounded expression.

"I don't know what to do." he tapped the placed next to him with his palm.

"Lay down here." you layed down on the bed, waiting for what he planned on doing. "You have to open your legs more." isn't he asking for too much already? One of his hands traveled in between your legs. "Look at me." you was expecting everything but to feel something licking your clit. You gasped, and looked at his hand. It was just a hand but it didn't felt that way at all. He laughed again. "I told you to look at me. Don't think of things you can't understand." but you don't get it. You could feel a tongue, traveling between your folds, going up and down, playing with your pearl.

"What's that?" you asked out of breath, forgetting how to even breath for a moment.

"This?" he showed you his palm, which was having a mouth on it. Since when was it there? His hand went back between your legs, playing with your clit again, one of his other hands joining in, as you felt something at your entrance. "Keep your eyes on mine or I'll give you something to occupy yourself with." you had no idea what he was planning to do. With a quick move, he stood up, his dicks against your face. "You know what to do." you looked up at him, at his dumb grin and then at his friends that were right in your face. "Open your mouth." one of his thumbs was on your lips, pressed against it to make you open it and suck on it. He then moved his hand and took one of his cocks, giving it to you to do your thing.

You weren't trained to please him, but even so, he had some expectations from you.

You could do it. If others could, so can you. But look at you, who can't even take half of his fat cock into your mouth.

"Do good and I'll reward you." he said and added another finger inside your wet pussy. "See?" he said and curled his fingers. "Now get to work."

With your head pressed against his thigh, you wrapped a hand around one of his cocks, while trying to take the other in your mouth.

He let out a loud groan, making you unsure if you should continue or stop.

A promise is a promise, and he's true to his words. Since you're trying so hard to please him, he should return the favor. He kept curling his fingers, going in and out of you as his mouth kept playing with your pretty clit. He was touching all the good places, he knew that, and he didn't stopped a bit. Now determined to discover even more places and touch better than before.

Your walls started to clench around him, squeezing him so tight and making him wander how that will feel around his cock.

"You wanna cum? You better keep working then." his words made you try even harder, too desperate of that foreign feeling inside of you.

He kept moving his hands, and you kept trying to figure out what to do to him. But oh, you were so close that you couldn't think straight anymore. And it happened in a flash, your mind going blank and trembling under his touch as you came.

He kept his hands moving for a little longer before stopping, when you finally came to your senses.

"Now focus on me." his hands went away from you, now gripping your hair and pushing your head down his length. You tapped his thigh, too afraid you won't be able to breathe anymore. He moved your head, sometimes he moved his own hips, and soon, he was going to cum too. "Don't let spill anything. Swallow." he said before cumming down your throat.

This was more than enough. You didn't had the strength to go further than this.

Intimacy can be too tiring. And he looked like he enjoys sucking the energy out of you.

"We're not done yet." not yet? What more does he wants from you?

He got on top of you, positioning between your legs. Two of his arms places next to you, while one held your hips. With his only free hand left, he held one of his cocks at your entrance, rubbing his head against your pussy. Getting his head inside your cunt, then drag it out to rub it between your folds, rubbing it against your clit. Then back at your warm entrance again, slowly getting his head inside, just to get out and then again.

He was playing with you. He was enjoying seeing you mad.

But this time, when he got his tip inside of you, he kept pushing, going deeper and deeper. And he didn't stopped until he got inside all the way in.

Warm, wet and hugging him just right. He loved it. He could stay inside of you forever.

His face got closer to yours, looking at you and at the way you were struggling to fit him in. But he been so attentive to you, and you can't even fit him in.

Slowly, he moved his hips, in and out at a calm pace. It gave you all the time you needed understand how you managed to fit him in. And it also gave him time to understand how painfully slow this was.

His revenge was going to wait a lot before he fucks you properly.

He wanted to rearrange your inside for the way you left him, but now he had no option but to wait.

He's going crazy. He's dying in your arms and you're not doing anything. You're not talking to him, you're not looking at him.

He grabbed your cheeks, pushing them together and making your lips come forward.

"What?" you tried to say.

He kissed you, making you wrap your arms around him as he kept moving his hips.

This was better, when you held him in your arms was so much better. It made this fire inside of him calm down and let him realize the situation he's in.

One of his hands went between your bodies, softly rubbing your clit as he kept moving, making your bodies slightly rock together.

His tongue inside your mouth, his movement was so sloppy, not having a proper rhythms but keep increasing the force he kept slamming into you with.

The first orgams pulled out of you with force, him not giving you a moment to breath and keep going for it until he filled your warm walls with his hot cum.

But when you thought it was over, it never was.

He got out of you, giving you a break for a moment before you felt him back between your legs, this time a lot more bigger. He had both of his dicks in his hand, now trying to push them inside of your pussy to fill you up.

"It won't fit." you said, trying to stop him from this madness.

"Take a deep breath." he said before finally managing to get inside.

He was going to kill you, because this was too much. The way he split you open, being stretched out like never before. And he kept moving his hips too, like the fact that you still haven't accommodate to this strange feeling meant nothing to him.

It hurted, but at the same time, the way he kept you open felt good. And you hate to admit it but you might cum just from this alone.

His hips kept moving, and this weird feeling started to feel so much better. It went to the point where you started crying, too much for you to handle.

"Shh. You can take it." he said, a hand moving some hair away from your face.

He liked those hot tears that were falling from your eyes. It made him wander why he didn't try to make you cry a lot earlier.

Can you even come again? He can't help but wander. Guess he haves to find that out himself.

Pounding into you, keeping you wrapped in his arms and not giving you a break. He managed to make you cum again, now focused on the way your squeezing him again. And just like last time, he painted your insides white, this time getting you fuller than last time.

But it's not over, because he haves to try this again, but from another position.

You didn't managed to last too long and fell asleep in his arms, the next day waking all alone in there.

You wasted no time in putting your clothes back on and running out that room, down the stairs and back into that hallway. Being welcomed with a close door that was blocking your way out. Now having no choice but go back to that room and wait for him to arrive back. Who knows what he's planning to do this time.

Author'a note: I was planning on making Gojo and Geto the step brothers but then it would have because their fan fic. I might write something similar to this but for them. Dunno tho, I'm too lazy to do it.

[fairylightsinthemist]

Sleeping with the ‘96 crew in the wilderness preferences

YJ Girls x Fem! Reader

JACKIE TAYLOR

- This girl had you locked down to sleep next to her even on that first night on the forest floor

- She claimed that you were the best to sleep with because you didn’t snore (that bad :p)

- Once the cabin was found and everyone settled, you thought she’d ditch you for Shauna

- But nope, that first night you both were nose to nose beside each other, talking about anything to distract you from the reality of the situation

- Jackie is a restless sleeper, so you often wake up to bruises on your legs. That girls got a mean kick!

- More often than not, you two will stay really close for warmth (or at least that’s what Jackie says ;) )

SHAUNA SHIPMAN

- It wasn’t really on purpose, but you and Shauna just kinda ended up by each other in the cabin on that first night there

- You two weren’t super close before, so you were shocked when in the dead of night you heard a faint whisper .. “Pssst, Y/N.. you up?” And a tapping on your shoulder.

- Eyes shooting open, you slowly turned over and looked at her. “Can we share your blanket please?” Shauna asked.

-Eyebrows furrowed, you sleepily gave her some of your cover. Patting your shoulder awkwardly, Shauna muttered a thank you.

- Now it was an unsaid real that you shared your blanket every night, and it brought you and Shauna closer. :)

TAISSA TURNER

- You didn’t want Taissa sleeping up in the attic alone, call it empathy or whatever, but you just couldn’t let that happen.

- So, there you two were, talking and cutting up half out of fun and half to distract you both from the fact that it was creepy as hell up there.

- At some point you both fell asleep, so when you woke up to find only you there, your heart skipped a beat.

- After scanning the main room for her, you just bit the bullet and went outside with a dim lantern.

- You found her standing there in a daze, and that became the story of how you learned she sleep walks.

- So, soon it became you and her tied together, quite literally, and if it was to make Taissa safer, you didn’t care how many red marks you got. You wanted your friend to be safe.

NATALIE SCATORRCIO

- Natalie was kind of a lone wolf when it came to community or family due to her past, so you often found her up in the middle of the night.

- You had a hard time sleeping, but made it less known to the girls. So when you get up in the middle of the night to stretch your legs, finding Natalie’s eyes looking at you made you jump and quietly yelp.

- She quietly laughed. “Sorry, Y/N. I’m just shocked to see you up, is all.” She quietly whispered. She ushered you over.

-To your surprise, she was calling you over to talk and just hang out. You hadn’t really talked to her much at school, so this was a change of pace for sure.

- Usually on nights, you ended up talking, playing cards in the dark, or just sitting in comfortable uncomfortable silence.

MISTY QUIGLEY

- Everyone thought Misty shouldn’t have even come, and you can’t say that you didn’t think that sometimes, too.

- You were nice to Misty, though, and she took to you because of that.

- On that first night in the cabin, there she was, standing in front of you with blanket and pillow in hand

- You sort of looked annoyed but feigned pleasant surprise and offered the spot beside you to Misty.

- She giddily accepted and made her pallet beside you, getting everything just right.

- She spent basically thirty minutes just talking, but you can’t say that you weren’t completely annoyed. You listened to her, because it seems like no one else did, the way she was talking.

- “Thank you for actually letting me talk, Y/N. I hope I can sleep here every night.” Misty whispered, smiling sweetly in the dark. How could you say no to that face??

- You nodded and turned over, knowing that you weren’t gonna let her sleep anywhere else now. She was your burden to bear. But, you and her would become closer. No worries :D

VAN PALMER

- Van and you were already tight knit on account of you both constantly shooting the shit and cutting up at games and school.

- So, when it came down to sleeping buddies, she claimed you as hers.

- The girls groaned, knowing that you two would be the source of all the giggling all night.

- Van was quiet though, and so were you, but that didn’t mean you were silent all night. Of course you guys talked.

- You would always ask Van to tell you stories before you went to sleep, because she was so good at it. She would often ask you to tell her about your life or favorite things, just to hear you talk.

- She was a sound sleeper, and you appreciated it. The nights felt better with her by your side.

LOTTIE MATTHEWS

- Ohhhh get ready for an off putting night whenever you’re sleeping next to her.

- Lottie hated the cabin, and it made her act strange.

- To try and ease her restlessness, you would often talk. There were times when you were scared of annoying her, but she would always tell you to keep talking. So you did.

- She was a great listener, and you always tried to get to know her better on these talks, but she didn’t really dive into her life.

- Usually the talks lulled her to sleep, and you were happy about that.

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I’m so down to do more characters, but I just did the main ones for now. I hope you all enjoyed!!!!

- A 🩵

[anamelessfool]

Terzo (born Arsenio Moretti, 20 Oct 1965)

Terzo was always thought of as Nihil's son. Secondo was Rebecca's son and she kept him as far from his bohemian father's influence as possible. Primo lived in suburbia with his own mother by the time Terzo showed up. Terzo's existence was a total surprise-- he arrived one morning in 1969, a four year old from the Milan Ministry location with a cardboard suitcase, happy smile, and not a word of English.

His mother was gone and so he was Nihil's. A surprise souvenir from the Italian tour that Rebecca made sure Papa Emeritus paid for every moment for the rest of his life. Nihil considered it accrued interest on the other fuckups. At a certain point debts become holes too large to ever get filled. Might as well...keep on going at that point.

Terzo was a very agreeable young boy and loved to perform. Singing, dancing, random stunts and showing off was how he warmed people up to him, especially early on when he couldn't understand the language. He understood applause and smiles and laughter first. The Siblings at the Ministry enjoyed his company and he was in part raised by a whole group. He was so easy-going and interested in the world that Nihil ended up taking him on tour a few times. The ghouls enjoyed his antics and he loved spending time with the whimsical yet silent beings. He spent a lot of his early years in hotel rooms and backstage watching performances, meeting various friends of friends who would pat his head and tell him how charming he was. Early on he was an aficionado of music, like his father. Nihil would take him out to nightclubs and performance spaces when he could. Terzo lived for the feathers and glitter and drama and music. Yes, nightclubs after midnight were definitely not places for young kids to really be but he was charming enough that no one really cared.

When Terzo was old enough to fend for himself he really did fend for himself-- alone, wandering the woods or an attic or the catacombs. It wasn't solely because Nihil had no parenting skills whatsoever, but Nihil himself was left to his own devices at that age. To Nihil it seemed natural for boys to wander around, and at the very least Terzo would come home to a group of friendly faces happy to see him, unlike his own upbringing.

Despite his fearless nature, Terzo never liked the dark. Bedtime was the worst-- nothing to do, no one to see. Left to your own thoughts while you waited for sleep. He didn't know why he would get angry when he was alone, not for a long time. The truth was Terzo was always liked but never really felt loved. Maybe Nihil cared for him, but his father never expressed it in a way that ever felt real. The affection always came from what he could do, his talent, his art but never just him for him. Terzo, standing there without a prop or a line or a skill to show off never felt more exposed in his whole life. He felt he needed to hide something, but never knew exactly what that something really was. So in the dark before bed his heart pounded. In the silence of the forest without the birdcalls to distract he felt like he needed to run away. When conversation drifted back to adult matters while he sat there at the kid's table his mind raced with what to do next. Please, please, please but he was never sure what he was begging for.

My "Scenes from the Void" AU

[kwanisms]

Library of Illusion — the Lobby

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summary: With the death of her parents, Y/N inherits the house and finds a box of old research her father left behind that talks about a legendary place. After months of research and searching, Y/N has finally found it.

The Library of Illusion beckons.

genre/themes/au: fantasy, slight horror elements; non idol au

warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, mention of death

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a/n: here it is finally! I have been so FREAKING excited about this event since we first started planning it. I hope you all love it as much as I loved writing each part and before I go off on a tangent, I'll let you all read! As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

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You’d always been told stories all throughout your youth about a mystical place known only as the Library. Your mother used to tell you grand stories about the place when she was putting you to sleep so she and your father could head out for an evening, leaving you in the care of a babysitter.

Your father always added onto these fantastical tales, painting vivid images with his words as he explained the Library in full detail, almost as if he had been there. The stories weren’t special to your family though. Lots of your peers heard similar tales, told to them by their parents at bed time.

And so it became sort of like a ritual. Until one day, it wasn’t.

You weren’t sure when you stopped caring about the wondrous and whimsical tales of the Library but it had to have been around the time you started showing an interest in things other than fairy tales.

Your parents still tried to instill the element of wonder into your life up until you left home, hoping to find something other than elaborate tales of a made up library.

Your parents were gone. Passed in an accident only a month ago today.

You hadn’t seen or spoken to them in years, preferring your circle of friends and work life you’d grown accustomed to.

After the funeral, you gained possession of everything they owned and while going through a box in the attic with only a bottle of wine to keep you company, you stumbled on something you probably never should have seen.

It was what you could only assume was a case file about a place called the Library of Illusion. As you flipped through the pages, sipping from your glass of red, your eyes widened reading the words you’d only heard from your parents' mouths as they tried to lull you to sleep at night.

Your father had been a professor of archaeology all throughout your life while your mother was an appraiser of rare antiques. They both loved old things.

As you scanned the documents you learned three things.

1. Your parents were obsessed with this Library, believing it to contain treasure.

2. Your parents, mainly your father had set about finding the location

3. Your father actually found the location just before his untimely death

As soon as you looked over the maps and checked it with known maps, the decision was made before you.

Wine in hand, you booked a flight, made accommodations, and hired a local guide.

Getting to the dense jungle where the Library was rumored to be was easy but traversing the jungle was another story. Your guide halfway through called it off but you were determined, taking the map and satellite phone and continuing alone on your journey which brought you to where you were now standing.

The Library was an very old stone structure, made of some kind of smooth sandstone. Most of it was covered in thick vines, the dense trees growing around the structure and making it seem very much a part of the jungle.

Two stone slab doors stood between you and the contents of the building as you checked your father’s notes, comparing them with the notebook he’d stashed with the other items.

Entering the library was no easy task but it wasn’t impossible.

A complex series of dials must be turned according to a riddle which was already solved by your parents. As you turned the last dial and it clicked into place, a mechanism behind the stone started to move and before your very eyes, the doors opened inward to reveal the inner corridor was nothing but a dark and empty void.

Taking the flashlight from your pack, you turned it on and headed inside, reminding yourself to put one foot in front of the other as you started into the blackness.

Your footsteps echoed around the walls as you walked down what seemed to be an impossibly long corridor, turning your flashlight around to keep a sharp eye on anything you might encounter from jungle animals to deadly insects or even plants. Your guide had warned you of the many dangers that awaited in not only the Library but the jungle as well.

Finally, just as you were about to give up, a dim light could be seen in the distance. Speeding up, you continued on your way, the first real sign of promise within your grasp.

As you neared what you assumed to be the end of the tunnel, the shape of the light grew in size until you emerged from the passage into a round room with a domed ceiling.

Around the walls were various bookshelves that had clearly seen better days. Old ruined books and stacks of yellowed paper lined the shelves and a thick layer of dust coated everything. Between breaks in the shelves were arched doorways.

You counted seven in total.

In the center of the room was what you could only describe as a stage, octagonal in shape and made of the same pale sandstone. Stone pillars stood in the eight corners, reaching from floor to domed ceiling and matched the same color of stone that everything else was made of.

Standing atop the stone stage, was a dark redwood desk. You carefully glanced around before ascending the few steps up to get a better look at the desk. It was a curved semi circular shape with a few stacks of aged paper as well as an old writing set.

As you inspected the desk, a voice rang out, echoing off the domed stone ceiling.

“Who are you?”

You nearly screamed as you jumped, spinning around to find you were not alone in the room as you had previously assumed.

Standing before you was a man. He had black hair, golden skin and was tall with a slim figure. He wore an entirely black ensemble, complete with a black brocade vest, black dress coat, and black trousers. His shoes were made of a shiny black leather with golden metal tips at the toe.

Your eyes snapped back up to meet his curious gaze.

When you didn't answer him, he spoke again.

“Who are you?”

Taking a quick breath, you answered him in a rush.

“I'm so sorry, I had no idea anyone was here!” The words burst from your mouth before you had a chance to stop them. You apologized profusely as the man looked at you, amused.

“Why are you apologizing?” he asked and you froze, uncertain of how you should respond before finally settling on an answer.

“I guess I just got nervous,” you answered sheepishly. The man tilted his head, like a puppy would upon having its name called.

“Why?”

You shrugged in response to his question. “I suppose I just wasn't expecting to meet anyone here.”

The man smiled again as he closed the distance between the two of you slowly, his footsteps echoing around the room with each step.

“And what are you doing here?” He asked. You hesitated to respond.

How exactly would you explain your reasoning for being here?

'My parents died and my father had a box of stuff relating to this place?'

No, he’d think you were absolutely mad.

Sensing your hesitation, the man took another step forward, climbing the steps one at a time. “You’d be surprised by the answers I get,” he started as he ascended the steps, stopping just before you.

You looked at him as he studied you. This close, you could see his dark brown, almost black eyes, darting around your face, seemingly taking in every feature.

“I’ve heard it all,” he continued, starting to circle you slowly as he looked over you.

“Fame, fortune, glory,” he rattled off as he continued to circle you like a predator.

“But what’s your excuse?”

You cleared your throat, turning to look at him behind you where he had stopped, meeting your gaze with an unreadable expression.

“Legacy I suppose,” you finally answered. The man’s eyes narrowed.

“Legacy?” His tone was curious and he waited for you to continue.

You decided there was no reason for you to lie and so you told him everything.

When you were done explaining the bedtime stories, the death of your parents, the inheritance, and finally the box in the attic, he continued to look at you curiously. “That’s a new one,” he admitted. “I’ve never heard of someone continuing in their parents’ steps before. So you aren’t here for the treasure?”

You shrugged again. “If there’s one to find, I’m not opposed to that, but that’s not entirely what brought me here. I’m fueled more by curiosity.”

The man smirked at you. “Curiosity is a dangerous thing,” he replied, continuing his circling from before. “They say curiosity killed the cat.”

His eyes met yours and you could have sworn you saw a flash of color in them.

Pushing it from your mind, you spoke up in retaliation.

“They also say satisfaction brought it back.”

The man’s smirk widened until he was chuckling.

"And so it did,” he said softly, moving to stand in front of you, his face mere inches from yours. “And is that what you hope to find, kitten? Satisfaction?”

Your stomach knotted at the use of the nickname, heat rushing to your core as you stared back at the man. “Perhaps,” you answered, trying to remain as unaffected as possible. The man chuckled again as he stepped around you and over to the desk.

“If it is satisfaction you seek,” he continued as he took a seat at the desk and glanced up at you. “Then perhaps you will find what you seek.” You watched him as he stared back at you.

"Satisfaction takes many forms," he continued, eyes studying you carefully. "I myself am also looking for it, in a way," he added before opening a drawer and reaching inside.

You watched as he pulled out a wooden box and set it on the desk.

You stared at it for a moment and then looked up at him. “What is it?”

The man gestured to the box. “Open it,” he said simply.

Sensing your reluctance, he sighed and reached over to undo the clasp holding the box shut and opened the lid, turning the box to show you the contents.

Or lack thereof.

You stepped forward, closing the distance between you and the desk to peer into the box.

A velvet lining covered the inside with indents in the material where something or rather a few somethings had been housed. Six of them to be precise.

“What’s this?” You asked, looking up from the interior of the box to meet his eyes.

“If you seek satisfaction, you’ll find it here in the Library,” he started, looking at you with his sharp eyes. “But to seek anything in this library, you need my permission first.” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“What, are you the librarian?” you snorted. The man smiled, clearly amused as well.

“Of sorts,” he answered. “Come,” he stated as he got up and beckoned you to follow him.

Descending the steps, you followed him around the room until he stopped near one of the doors. “Each door is locked,” he started to explain, taking the knob in his hand and trying to turn it and showing how it didn’t budge.

You glanced up at him as he looked down to meet your gaze.

“So how do I get in?” The man shook his head.

“You humans are always so eager. Just go in blindly without knowing what you’re looking for or who you’ll meet,” he said, sounding mildly annoyed.

It was your turn to sound annoyed.

“Okay, then explain it to me.”

The man crossed his arms over his chest and studied you for a moment before answering.

“I assume you don’t need an introduction to the Library. You clearly know what this place is.”

You nodded in response. “This place is home to a legendary treasure,” the man continued. You nodded again. “Yes, everyone knows that,” you interrupted.

The man’s smile was replaced with a frown. “Don’t interrupt,” he said sternly. You shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. “Sorry,” you whispered.

“As I was saying,” he continued. “A legendary treasure is hidden here. As you stated, everyone who knows about this place, knows this. What they don’t know is where that treasure is hidden,” he added, his smirk back as your eyes widened.

“And you do?”

The man nodded slowly. “That I do.”

“Well, that gives you a distinct advantage,” you replied. “Why not take the treasure for yourself?” The man laughed loudly at this.

“What need would I have for the treasure?” He asked, shoulders still shaking from his laughter as it started to subside. You shrugged your shoulders. “What need does anyone have for treasure?” You asked in response.

The man chuckled again. “You humans are always so predictable. Greedy, selfish, self destructive,” he said, stepping forward, forcing you to back up until you were caged between him and the end of a shelf. “Us humans?” You asked, realizing you hadn’t picked up on it before, but he’d referenced a difference between himself and your species.

“Are you saying you aren’t human?”

His smile widened as he looked down at you. “You’ve finally caught on,” he said, sounding both pleased and disappointed. “I figured you would have noticed by now.” You glanced over him quickly. “You look human,” you noted.

He shook his head. “You aren’t looking. Truly looking,” he replied.

Before you had a chance to ask what he meant, he pulled away.

“But we’re getting off topic,” he said, taking a few steps away and turning to look at you. Staring at him, trying to see what he meant earlier, you noticed something different. At first glance, he looked completely human but then his eyes did that same thing, a flash of color before they returned to the same dark brown.

He seemed to have an aura about him. Something you couldn’t quite see but you could catch glimpses of it. Almost like a flicker. As you stared at him, witnessing these phenomena, he smiled.

“There,” he said finally. “You see it.”

You stared in awe. “What are you?” You asked, not even realizing how rude it might sound. The man didn’t seem to mind however.

“I’m something your kind cannot comprehend,” he answered. “Not fully anyway.”

“Who are you?” You asked in response to his answer. He smiled wider.

“See, I asked you that same simple question earlier,” he said, in the same amused tone from before, the same smile present on his face as he studied you.

“A question you still haven't answered,” he noted, one of his eyebrows raising up.

You realized he was right. He’d asked you much earlier who you were and you hadn’t answered him. “I’m Y/N,” you replied. “Y/F/N Y/L/N.” The man crossed the short distance between you in moments, startling you.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he replied, face inches from yours again.

“I’m Seonghwa and I’m the Keeper of Keys," he replied.

"Welcome to the Library of Illusion.”

[captainrukias-husband]

Note: 2nd person POV/Orihime POV.

Warning: TW, alludes to abuse.

You were miles away from everything you knew and nothing here smelled familiar. The kitchen table was dressed with a white cloth, embroidered in roses, and the older woman sitting across from you had the same colored eyes you do, but they looked nothing like your father's. The glass of water sitting before you wept and wept, the glass clinking as it melted, and you could only twist your fingers into the hem of your shirt. Uncertain of yourself.

You and your brother arrived at her doorstep one rainy night and she looked at you as if you were a pest, a roach crawling across her kitchen tiles. But she hadn't turned you away, and in the darkness, sharing a futon on her living room floor, your brother mumbled to you, “This is only temporary. We're safe here. I promise.”

Sora was working today, too, and again your aunt glanced at the calendar casually. As if to remind you of temporary, of the ticking clock on the wall. She never said it aloud, but it sat in the air; it weighed heavily on the back of your neck.

Today was the third day. She had given you and Sora two weeks to find a place of your own, and while on that rainy night it had seemed like an endless amount of time, now you are realizing that it was hardly a kindness. Your brother toiled day in and day out, back when it was later than late and gone again before the sun was up. You are lonely and scared, but you can't show it, even now.

Either way, your aunt was kind enough to lend you a few dresses from the attic. The ones she might have worn as a child herself. They are made of a stiff material and smell old and stale. When you told her you did not know how to shower alone, something twisted up behind her gaze. And you recognized the look, but your aunt was quick to smother it before it could fester between you.

The water hit you dead on and you shrank from it for a second. Her nails scraped slightly as she lathered soap into your greasy hair, and this was easy. This was familiar. But when your aunt tugged at one of your arms suddenly, you locked up instinctively.

Her eyes have found the marks on your skin and this was about the time she decided she did not want to know the gritty details Sora had yet to skim over with her. She set the washcloth into your hand and told you, “There are parts of you that no one is allowed to touch without your permission. Not even family.”

Dinner that night was silent. She made vegetable soup and did not let you leave the table until you ate every last drop. You were so full, you were immediately drowsy. Sleep that night was dreamless and before you knew it, morning light was filtering through the pretty curtains. And for once, you did not feel dizzy with hunger.

Sora snored from beside you, clearly exhausted.

In the kitchen, your aunt laid out a full breakfast. And as you pulled out a chair, she said, “Tell you what. Something ever happens and your brother isn't there to hear it, you come to me."

You weren't sure what it was you found so comforting about her, but in that moment you felt as if she completely understood you, looking at you as if you weren't a child –

She willed you to pick up on her meaning, and for once you were grateful that you saw far too much.

.x.

The two weeks passed and in that blip of time, you felt as if some puzzle piece had fallen into place inside of you.

The new apartment was small, but for the first time you had your own bedroom.

For the first few weeks you had nothing more than a thin mattress and some borrowed blankets to sleep on, a plastic crate to keep your scant belongings in, and an old backpack to take to school. When you got your new uniform, you took to hanging it on the hook on the back of the door. Your brother never said it, but there was much care to be put into keeping up appearances. He invested in an iron and a board to lay your clothes on. The wrinkles smoothed away so no one could tell you live off of packaged noodles and canned food, so no one could see the leak in your ceiling or the locks on your doors; the way your brother bolted them shut every night with sweat dribbling down his temple.

More and more furniture turned up the more hours your brother took at work; a kitchen table, two rickety chairs, a bedframe for your mattress, a tiny sofa, an old television, plates and pans and cups and a sieve. There was a stack of books in the corner of your room that soon had a desk to sit on; you read through them every night until he figured out how to find channels on the TV.

“Things are looking up,” Sora said, and you had to agree.

There was more food on the table and you didn't go to bed with a burn in your stomach anymore. The apartment was beginning to look a lot like home now and when the day came that he finally hung a framed photo of the two of you in the living room, you felt your heart swell and for once you did not wonder if you are normal.

School did not become easier. You heard someone say that it was easy to tell who someone was by the state of their shoes and so you sat on the ground by the front door rubbing the scuffs from their leather faces with a rag until you could see the hallway light reflected back.

The girls at school pulled your hair, and you did not understand why. No one told you that people could be needlessly cruel like this — you’d never known someone you didn’t love to hurt you.

Something tightened behind your brother’s gaze but he did not say a word. When you returned to school the next week, your hair was finely chopped at your chin and you spent the rest of the year silent and uninteresting. The girls began to ignore you and you think this was a better fate, coming home now meant a new relief. There were no bruises on your arms anymore and for the first time since you could remember, you did not have to hide behind excuses when the nurse asked why there was a band-aid on your knee.

“I fell,” you said, and this was not a lie.

.x.

“Call me Tatsuki,” she said, wiping the back of her hand over her cheek. You could see the faint traces of scars on her legs and elbows, but the intense wave of worry you felt fell away when she told you, “I’m gonna be a champion one day.”

You found comfort in her. She was the first person you have talked to in a long time that did not share your blood. You were taken by her words, her low voice and her opinions, her laughter and her jokes. She was fresh, a new presence in your life you had not known you’d craved. At school, she swept in before the other kids could crowd in on you and drew you out with stories of tournaments and playground soccer games and her dreams of becoming famous one day.

You never invited her to your apartment.

Her parents were nice and friendly and there were photos pinned all over their walls. There was a smell to her home that was unique, made your very heart ache for a reason you could not comprehend.

“He was my best friend,” she said when she caught you lingering by a frame, tucked behind the others on the bookcase. She was little in this one, and she was grinning toothily, arm draped carelessly over the thin shoulders of a boy with orange hair and wide eyes. “We kinda grew apart.”

You might have caught glimpses of him at school, in some other class. But it was moments before you realized he was the same person. He was a little taller now, and his eyes were a completely different shape.

You hummed, surprised. “What happened?”

It was the first time she became evasive, and you knew well enough not to pry when one did. “Things changed for him at home. I guess he had to grow up quicker and he didn’t have time for the stuff we used to do anymore.”

You nodded, and then rubbed the thin layer of dust collecting on the glass.

“He has a new friend now, though,” she shrugged, turning away. “Good guy, real big. And he and I still hang out every now and then to play video games. We’re just not as close as before. Can’t talk the same anymore.”

The next time you saw him at school, it was from afar. He was leaning out an open window watching a few birds flutter about on the grass.

You wondered what kind of person he used to be.

.x.

Tatsuki promised to protect you, but you did not allow yourself to settle into this thought. There had been times in your life when promises could not be kept and you had learned that this could not be helped.

The dog, the new toys, the broken crayons, the bruises and shattered beer bottles and muffled screams through paper thin walls — these things take time and sometimes they take too long. Sometimes they never come at all.

Such was life.

And such was the way those nails found their way into the skin of your arm, the hissing insults those girls made, the way they spat you ugly and unwanted.

These things lived in conflict with one another, as sometimes when you’re sitting alone at the park waiting for her to return with a bag of chips to share, there was a boy with eyes that made your skin crawl, with sticky hands that liked to crawl unwanted up knees.

There was the recollection of a time before now, how the word no held little meaning and the response was always shut up and here, the faltering beats of your heart and the cold sweat beginning to layer your palms came natural. The proper response was never taught to you but you knew enough to slide away, to clamp your legs shut and dig the heels of your hands into them.

You could only speak using your body; there was no one here to show you how to use your voice and you were too afraid to ask at this point.

Tatsuki always returned in the nick of time, but you did not take this for granted.

Life was not like in the story books.

Sometimes one did not show up in the nick of time.

.x.

Some nights before, some comedy show had come on and in a struck of brilliance your brother had suggested pizza. You had gathered up on the living room floor with blankets and soda and chips and turned the lights off as he paid the delivery boy. You stuffed yourself silly and woke up briefly as he carried you to your bed and tucked the blankets in close to you. The dreams you had that night were pleasant and harmless, morning was hours away and for once it felt like that was the case. When you woke, your brother was in the process of cooking breakfast and he smiled when he saw you yawning in the doorway. A long shower and you were pulling your uniform on, leaning your bag up against the couch and joining him for a plate.

You both left at the same time, and as you walked, he told you about his plans for the day. He was to be paid, and he figured some time out having fun wouldn’t hurt the budget too bad. Some new movie had come out and he figured you’d like it, and if you played your cards right you could sneak in some snacks and drinks from the convenience store.

“Theater food is overpriced,” he told you, smiling. “And they don’t have your favorite brand anyway.”

You had not been to the movies in years, and you could hardly remember how the experience had gone. Excitement rose up inside of you, burst across your face in a grin as he ruffled your hair.

The morning sun was gentle, peering from behind pale clouds and painting the town cool and soft. This moment felt so warm in your chest you felt as if nothing could steal it, it stretched out endlessly before you and you knew nothing else. This was your life now, scattered with stars just like a nighttime sky was. And at the center, your brother glowed just like the moon. Steady and reassuring and full.

To be reminded of temporary was the worst fate had done to you, and this would always be the case.

Such was life.

.x.

Your aunt greeted you at the front door with placid eyes and a deep frown. Her home had changed very little. The flower patterns on the drapes, the ticking clock on the wall, the smell of age overcoming her and the perfume she layered over it. She left the plastic crate on the coffee table and made her way into the kitchen to brew some tea. She didn't ask you what happened; no doubt the reason you were sent here was by your brother’s doing.

“They gave me his photo,” she said as she poured you a cup to drink. “I figure you’d put better use to it.”

You spent the night and it was only the smell of clean linens that pulled you to sleep. Again, you were awoken by the smell of breakfast and she was sitting with a small stack of newspapers and magazines.

“The worst thing I can do to you is take away what you already have. But you can’t go back to that apartment. It will only make things worse.” She folded back the newspaper and leaned into her seat. “So we’ll make a deal. You’ll go back to your school and move on with your life. And I’ll help you get by.”

You didn't ask her to soften her tone, or to take pity on you in this moment. Your shoulders sagged at the weight of what happened, body curling in on itself at the gaping hole in your chest. Your nails dug into your palms and you found it hard to breathe.

But you were mildly grateful, she was not looking at you like a broken thing. You were the same little girl that came with too many ghosts, with violets blooming under the clothes, with eyes that looked just like and yet nothing at all like her brother’s.

“You’ll make it through this,” she said, and you had to believe her.

.x.

Tatsuki treated you different now. Not like you’re fragile, but like more things could sink their fingers into you, and this was not far from the truth. She didn't promise to fix you, or to take the pain away, and this was how you knew she had grown.

Impossible was now a word you could both understand.

The new apartment was only a little bigger than the last, and you have your own room, your own bathroom, your own kitchen and living room and windows and sinks. It was a safer area than the last and both your neighbors were small families. You took your time saving money at the end of each month, whatever your aunt spared you. Lasting foodstuffs, simpler furniture, small knickknacks, clothes that fit your ever growing body, and the candles you lit before your brother’s picture frame.

You spent hours after school praying and hours after that apologizing. You told him about your day, about your new friends, how different high school was. You talked until there was nothing left to say, until there was nothing more than the heartbeat in your ears and the blurry smile he was making at you.

To sleep now was to stifle each lingering thought left over, what you had remembered to tell him for the next day and what he’d never hear no matter how hard you tried. You allowed them to consume you in the darkness of your room and to wither away in the morning light.

Tatsuki treated you different now. She showed up at your door with a bag of food and a small smile and sometimes didn't leave until it was pitch black and dangerous outside.

“Nothing can hurt me as much as I can hurt it,” she said, when you voiced your concern.

You wished you could keep this mindset, too.

.x.

At first, he was a means of distraction. Your brother had taught you when you were a child to look at something standing still to keep from falling over, and the boy with the strange colored hair became just that.

Everything was spinning all around you, always, and he was still. The only semblance of normalcy you could grasp onto -- after all, how could you quell these sorts of feelings? How could you stop yourself from having crushes? This was how you remembered you were still human, still just a girl in the grand scheme of things.

You had little contact at the beginning. You hardly recalled him as the one who’d answered the door to your desperate calls, who had relieved you of the crushing weight of the whole world and had watched you with steady, knowing eyes as you received the news.

There were no good rumors about this battered boy. Every bandage came with a story. Every shifting glance a whispered warning. You half believed them at the beginning. The bruised knuckles, the sleepless shadows under his eyes, the way he snarled at the boys who refused to leave him be. It struck an old, familiar fear in you and you didn't ask any questions, at first.

But one day you bumped into him in the hallway and he was all soothing tones, all worried glances down your frame, all sheepish apologies stumbling out of him.

One day you caught him pulling down a book from the top shelf for someone else. One day you found him guiding a spider onto a window ledge, feeding some hungry squirrel his scraps, picking up the fallen, scattered pages for some girl. One day, some days, he was unspeakably, unknowably kind. He treated these acts of kindness as if there were nothing at all. Someone rushed out a thank you and he shrugged.

He always shrugged. As if they meant absolutely nothing at all.

But to you, to someone fractured like you, they were everything in the world.

.x.

“Of all people?” Tatsuki was incredulous, her nose wrinkling as if the very thought filled her with disgust. “Him?”

You toiled with shame, and not because of her reaction. In another life, you would have really liked to simply call him a friend. But these feelings complicated everything. The simplest interactions with him had you reeling, trying not to stumble over yourself. As if to be touched by him, however innocently, however briefly, was to be touched by an angel. It made you wither inside, disappointed with yourself for warping his intentions in that way. But how to help it?

How to make the heart turn the other cheek?

“Well, I guess you could do worse,” she muttered at last, arms folded. “He's not...awful.”

“No?” you asked, as if you needed the assurance. You knew he wasn't awful. He was wonderful, really.

“Never heard a single disrespectful thing leave that boy's mouth, about women.” She tilted her head to one side, then rushed to say, “Oh, he's disrespectful, alright. But only if you have it coming. He'd never treat you like a piece of meat – is what I'm getting at. And he has two little sisters, so you know he'll be protective.”

You smiled. “Your blessing, Tatsuki?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. You could do worse. You could also do better, though.”

.x.

Either way, Tatsuki was the bridge that connected you to him. Always facilitating interactions, and shamelessly, covertly, interjecting little hints into your conversations regardless of how panicked you looked. But Ichigo was either obstinate or deaf, for all the good it did.

“Still single?” Tatsuki asked, jabbing her fingers into Ichigo's ribs in such a familiar way it unfortunately made your chest tighten at the sight.

“Stop that,” he snapped at her, pushing her hand away. “Yeah, still single. Same as I was last week and the week before. Quit asking, you freak.”

Even if you no longer saw him as a distraction, something about this fixation managed to pull you from the depths of your grief. You still curled in on yourself when you were alone, still felt as if longing were attempting to claw its way out from your throat in the middle of the night, remembering, remembering – trying not to remember – but it was tempered now with these newest memories.

Ichigo laughing at a misplaced joke of yours, the sound ringing in your ears hours after the fact. Ichigo sparing a quick smile in passing. Ichigo offering to walk you home when he ran into you after school, or handing you the extra soda he'd purchased from the vending machine wordlessly. His tiny acts of kindness he never brought attention to. The one person in the group noticing you didn't bring lunch to school again.

They filled in the empty spaces within you. When you told Sora about your day, these moments poured out of you like water from an open faucet. One day, you found yourself laughing as you recalled Ichigo's grumpy face as his friends dog-piled onto him about nothing, and you caught yourself. The laughter dying in your chest, your eyes wide as you realized that you didn't feel lonely anymore.

That maybe you hadn't in a while now.

You felt tears spilling hot down your cheeks and for once, it was from relief.

.x.

[rainmustfallts4]

Forget Me Not… (Short Story)

Theme: Forget Me Not

Challenge/Month: Monthly Simlit Short Story/March 2023

Genre: Angst

Word/Picture Count: 1,000 words/12 pictures

Original Note: This is the first time in a long time that I’ve whipped up something for MSSS and I feel a bit rusty, to be sure. Why did this turn out as pure angst? I have no idea, that’s just where the prompt took me lol I also used Bluebells to represent Forget Me Nots because it’s the only blue flower that resembled it. The house used in this fic is “Family Farmhouse” made by eggiebabe on the gallery with a few edits to better fit the story.

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For as long as I can remember, there has always been a baby blue flower on my bedside table every morning. I have no idea where they come from and, when I asked my mom about it, she always said that I probably put it there and just forgot about it. At first, I was adamant that I had nothing to do with it, but she insisted. After years of being told this, I started believing it myself.

Was I sleepwalking? I had no idea, but it worried me because I knew it wasn’t normal. I tried staying up to catch the culprit multiple times, but sleep always claimed me. As I got older, life started to get harder and I started to forget about them, despite still finding them every morning. I was so focused on other things that the flowers became insignificant to me. I started to ignore them and they started to pile up on the table.

And then, one day, they just stopped. The flowers disappeared and no new ones appeared in their place. I was relieved at first but then I started to feel lonely. It felt like something important was missing from my life. It drove me nuts because I couldn’t figure it out. I became obsessed with trying to remember. My grades started to slip because I skipped class. My friends got tired of asking me to hang out only for me to tell them that I was too busy.

“If you want to be alone that badly, fine!” exclaimed my friend after turning down her invite again. “It takes two people to make a friendship work and I’m tired of chasing you.”

“I never asked you to chase me!” I snapped back.

But my heart ached as she stomped away angrily. For the first time in a long time, I was officially alone and it was my own doing. Why did I say that? Why did I push all of my friends away? I didn’t have an answer and I honestly felt like I was losing my mind but that forgotten memory kept clawing at the edge of my mind. It was just out of reach and every time I got close, it slipped farther away.

Eventually, I was kicked out of university, fired from my job, and kicked out of my apartment. I had to move back in with my mom which I absolutely hated because all we did was argue about the smallest things. No matter how hard I tried, she just knew exactly what buttons to press to upset me and there’s only so much a single sim can take before they blow up.

“Do you think you can manage to clean the attic this time or do I need to ask you five more times?” questioned my mother, giving me an attitude as she headed for the front door.

“I already told you, I didn’t clean it yesterday because I got called in for a job interview,” I replied, trying to keep my annoyance hidden to avoid another fight.

“Which you didn’t even get,” she scoffed, sending me a pitying look. “Try harder.”

I waited until she was out the door before I started to curse, releasing all of my frustration into the universe so it didn’t eat away at me. I had enough of that already.

With a sigh, I headed up into the attic and got to cleaning. I don’t think anyone had been up there in decades because everything was covered with a thick layer of dust. Cobwebs filled every corner and I could only pray to Gleb that there were no spiders lurking in the dark corners, waiting to pounce.

A few hours passed and I was nearly done cleaning when I came across a shoe box. It was shoved into the corner, half hidden beneath an old dresser. As soon as my eyes fell on it, I felt this… overwhelming sadness wash over me and I just wanted to cry. My hands trembled as I reached for the box and it took me a minute to steel myself before I could finally open it.

Inside lay a bunch of photographs. The rubber band that had been holding them together had broken over time, leaving them scattered around the box. I picked up the first one – it was a picture of me at the park, enjoying an ice cream cone despite it being the dead of winter.

I chuckled. Even back then I loved the cold. Some things never change, I guess.

I picked up another photo – it was me and my mom mid-argument. Yeah, some things really never change.

I shook my head, reaching for the third photo – it was a young boy looking for frogs. My brow furrowed in confusion. Who is this? From that angle, I could only just see the side of his face, but that pond… it’s near my house. I used to hang out there when I was younger, talking to the frogs.

Reluctantly, I set the photo down and picked up another – it was me and the young boy, standing side by side with our arms around each other and smiles on our faces.

It hit me like a freight train. Dylan Crowley, the only kid that made an effort to befriend me. He was my best friend, my only friend. The memories came flooding back to me, bringing with them a wave of sadness and pain. I remember now… Dylan died just a couple days shy of his 12th birthday. He drowned in that pond because he jumped in to save me…

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I shakily set the photo down. There was one left and taped to it was a dried, light blue flower. The picture was the two of us again but, this time, he was giving me the flower.

My heart ached as I cried out in pain. How could I have forgotten the most important person in my life?

[panxramic]

A little excerpt from my Sundrop and Moondrop AU :)

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Chayanne and Tallulah

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When Tallulah wakes up it is late at night and Chayanne is gone. Her face feels icky from all the crying and the last thing she wants to do is get out of bed. She looks over to Chayanne’s side of the room and finds his bed empty, which is odd at this late at night. The moon is just above their window shining a light glow into their room. Everything feels cold tonight, more so than usual.

Sometimes it feels like the world is laughing at Tallulah, seeing what it can take from her next. She’s young still, and it feels like people keep coming in and out of her life more often than she can remember. She’s been abandoned again and again, left to rot alone in countless orphanages and attics. No matter what she does, or how nice she acts, no one stays. Soon everyone gets tired of her, they send her to the next home or throw her out into the streets to die. It was a miracle the emperors wanted her.

Tallulah was found one breath away from death. She doesn’t remember much, but she remembers a man with blonde hair and giant wings holding her. She remembers a long journey in which she spent the majority of the time sleeping. She also remembers a little boy with bright blue eyes and blonde hair. He wouldn’t leave her side, even took it upon himself to hold her throughout the journey. But the one thing she will never forget is his eyes.

When Tallulah first met Chayanne she swears his eyes glowed. They called to her, mesmerized her in a way nothing else ever has. She was only 6 when she met him. Phil and Missa say that for the longest time, they couldn’t get her to stop crying, but Chayanne could, he always could. Tallulah distinctly remembers it was the eyes, something about them calmed her down.

She thinks maybe it was her just imagining things, maybe some trick of the light. Either way, bright blue eyes or not, Chayanne’s ability to calm her down has remained. Through every nightmare and bad dream, he’s always been there. Every scrap and every bruise. Even when she’s gotten into trouble and grounded, Chayanne would always be the one to sneak her in cookies or treats she was banned from having.

He knows her, knows her better than anyone else ever has. And just as he knows her, she knows him too.

Cautiously she makes her way out of their chambers. This part of the castle seems quiet tonight, even with the extra guards she can see down the hall. No one else seems to be asleep, probably trying to figure out where apa Missa went. Quietly she sneaks down the hall and around the corner to the doors of her parent's bedroom. She opens the doors and surely enough, there is Chayanne.

He is wrapped up in the blankets, lying on apa Missa’s side of the bed. She makes her way around to his side, closer, she can see him clutching tightly onto his duck plushie.

The moon's light is perfectly situated on his face. Tallulah swears she can see bright yellow and blue specks in his eyes. But under the light, she can also see faint marks of dry tears down his cheeks. She feels her heart shatter.

Tallulah thinks the world has been incredibly unfair to her. Time and time again she’s been abandoned, left to rot by her parents who believed her to be a curse. She believed she could be happy here, she believed she had parents that would stay. But the world was unkind and decided to take one of them away from her. And yet through it all, there’s been one person who has stuck by her side, one person who hasn’t left her. For the first time, Tallulah has someone to cry with. She has someone to hold her and dry her tears. It hurts, but at least she’s not alone.

Tallulah makes her way around the bed onto papa Phil’s side. He must still be awake, trying to find out what happened to his husband, her other dad. She climbs into the blanket and gives Chayanne a tight squeeze.

Into the moonlight, she whispers, “I’m here for you too.”

[kittievampire]

Kin of the Demon Prince (pt. 3)

Warnings: Cursing, Childhood Trauma, Mention of drugs, Mention of alcohol, Angst, MC is a fuckin unit, Female MC, Single Mom MC, MC x Diavolo

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The months after you gave birth to Selene, you always felt uneasy. You weren't uneasy about your daughter, of course. Hell, you were overwhelmed with joy when you held her in your arms for the first time. Solomon was particularly enthusiastic about her arrival as well.

However, you felt exposed.

You assumed it was because you were readjusting to the human realm and the fact that you had another person to take care of and protect was making you paranoid. However, you couldn't shake off the feeling of dread that loomed over you whenever your baby shifted into her demon form.

Selene only ever shifted when she was crying, which wasn't all that bad since she was quite a happy baby. Besides, Solomon had placed a cloaking spell over the two of you, specifically to hide you from demons.

What was there to worry about?

You shifted your position under the covers, staring up at the ceiling as your room was plunged into darkness. Selene was sleeping in her crib just across the room, so you could hear her light breathing and shifting, but other than that, the room was silent.

Even after about a year had passed, you still couldn't stop thinking about Diavolo. Mainly, how he supposedly rejected your child.

After everything the two of you went through together—every proclamation of love, every day spent together, every night spent together, he just suddenly decided that he didn't want the child that you made together?

With a small sigh, you allowed sleep to overcome your senses. Trying to find the logic of the situation made you sleepy.

_

"MC?"

Flinching, you opened your eyes. Your pact mark glowed brightly on your shoulder as your eyes flicked around the room. The area around you was familiar. The scattered pillows and wooden floors.

The House of Lamentation. You were in the attic you'd found Belphegor in.

"MC," The voice called again and you turned around to find said demon, magenta eyes meeting yours. Slowly, a small smile formed on his face. "It's been a while." He walked forward a couple of steps and pulled you into an embrace. You were one of his best friends after all, only second to Beelzebub.

"Belphie," You whimpered slightly as your bottom lip quivered, arms finding their way around him as you hugged him tightly. "Oh, Belphie, I missed you."

Belphegor pulled away to look at you. "Hey, hey, what's wrong?" He asked, rubbing your shoulders as a means of comforting you.

Immediately, you started breaking down. Falling to your knees, you started to sob. The Avatar of Sloth followed you to the ground, seating himself in front of you as he listened.

"It's... Dia, he..." You clamped a hand over your mouth as you looked up at the demon before you, tears streaming down your face.

Belphegor looked you in the eyes, his expression becoming serious. "MC, you don't have to worry about me spilling to Diavolo. I care about you, not him," He spoke softly, placing a hand on your shoulder once more. "You can tell me anything. I swear I'll keep my mouth shut."

You were silent for a moment before taking a deep breath. "He said that he loved me, but the moment he found out," Your words were jumbled and you couldn't think properly enough to elaborate or give any context at the moment. "He left us. All alone, why would he do something like that?" You choked out sobs, reaching up to repeatedly wipe your tears with your wrists.

Belphegor knitted his brows together. "Us? MC, who's us?" He asked, the soft tone in his voice never leaving. When you didn't answer, he started trying to piece the puzzle together. Suddenly, his eyes went wide. "You were... With his—?" He cut himself off as he let everything process in his brain.

He ran a hand through his hair, somehow making it even messier. "Shit," He muttered.

"What?" You asked softly, looking up at him.

"Everyone's been losing their shit for the past year. Lucifer mentioned that something happened between you and Diavolo, but he didn't specify. He said that Diavolo didn't want anyone outside of himself, Lucifer, and Barbatos to know about it. We were all worried that something happened to you, especially Mammon," He explained before chewing on his bottom lip. "And... You're telling me that the reason for all this was because you were pregnant? And Diavolo—" He trailed off, trying to piece some more of the puzzle together. "He left you?"

You nodded your head slowly. "After I told Solomon to relay the news to him, he said that Diavolo wanted nothing to do with me or our baby."

Belphegor looked up at the ceiling, letting a curse slip between his gritted teeth. "I'll kill him," He growled out as horns threatened to form from the sides of his head.

You let out a small sigh, cleaning off what was left of your tears with the back of your hands. "Don't bother. Solomon cast a cloaking spell, so I won't have to ever see him or any other demon again—" As you said this, a realization hit you.

You leaned forward, his head snapping back to look at you. "How are you here? How did you find me?"

Belphegor looked at you, his lips pursed for a moment. "Dreams are not reality. While we may not be able to find you in person, as the Avatar of Sloth, I can manipulate and invade any dream I wish. It took me a while to find yours, though, which was odd. Since we have a pact, I'd have assumed it'd only make the process faster. But, I don't know how that stuff works, so I'm not questioning it. I'm just glad I managed to get a hold of you," He said, a warm smile forming on his face.

"Thank you, Belphie. I would love for you to come to visit sometime. Maybe you could spend some time with Selene?" You suggested, earning a small chuckle in response.

"I would love to. However, Lucifer's the only one who can transport the rest of us to the human realm. And, if he knew where I was going, he'd definitely go telling Diavolo—" His head turned to the side as the world around the two of you began to move. "Our time's up, MC." He said, looking back over at you.

You smiled at Belphegor. "I hope I see you again soon, Belphie."

The Avatar of Sloth simply chuckled and nodded his head. "Same here. I'll see you around, MC. I wish you the best."

_

You woke up to the sound of Selene whimpering from her crib. You swung your legs over the bed and stood up, adjusting your sleepwear before walking over to the crib. Thankfully, you caught her mid-shift, just before her gentle crying turned into wails. "Oh, my sweet princess." You said softly, reaching down and picking her up to cradle her in your arms. "What am I going to do with you?" You ask softly with a small smile as you caressed her cheek in hopes of calming her down. Suddenly, her wails only grew louder and her demon form became more apparent. Black and gold horns sprouted from her head, and her wings pushed against your arms in an attempt to make room for themselves. You were shushing her softly, bouncing her a little in your arms to put her back to sleep.

Then, you feel the hairs on your neck stand. Goosebumps littered your body, and you suddenly felt nauseous. You looked down at your daughter and felt a familiar red and black aura appear around her, her wailing only getting louder.

Your hand clamped over your mouth to stop yourself from vomiting.

What the fuck is going on?

Your instincts were screaming at you to get out of the house or hide somewhere. You walked over to the window, pulling the window blinds apart with your thumb and index finger.

You paled, all of the color draining from your face as you felt your heart drop to the pit of your stomach.

This was a really really bad situation.

It was four in the morning.

You and Selene were all alone.

She wouldn't stop crying.

And Lucifer was outside of your house.

_

Lucifer stood in the house's driveway, his brows knitting together as he examined the establishment. He grabbed his D.D.D., about to call Diavolo when he paused. His ears perked slightly as he shifted his gaze to a nearby window.

He heard a baby.

With a raised brow, he hit the call button and placed his D.D.D. to his ear.

"Did you find it?" Diavolo asked as soon as the line connected.

Lucifer turned his head towards the door. "I've found the house, Lord Diavolo. However, it appears that this feeling you had may not have been MC." He spoke into the device.

"How do you know this?" Diavolo sighed out.

"There's a baby crying inside the house. If we're to base anything off of what the sorcerer told us, MC is not very keen on the concept of motherhood." Lucifer said, his voice lowering only slightly, giving the assumption that it was a sensitive topic. There was a pause on the other end for a moment.

"I still feel it," Diavolo spoke. "I don't know what it is, but I feel some kind of power radiating from that house. I only assumed it was MC because I was involved with her. But if it's not, then there's something else. Perhaps another demon or a powerful relic, something, there has to be something."

Lucifer closed his eyes for a moment, looking back at the window. "I can assure you, Diavolo, there is nothing of importance to you here. This was most likely a false alarm." He spoke, his eyes meeting yours. In a panic, you closed the blinds once more, making Lucifer hum softly with a frown. "Maybe it would be better if you focused more on Devildom affairs to take your mind off of such things."

Another pause.

"It's gone now," Diavolo said, regarding the feeling that had him send Lucifer to the address. "Perhaps it was just... A false alarm."

Lucifer nodded his head. "I will be returning shortly." With that, the call ended and Lucifer put his D.D.D. away.

_

You had finally managed to calm Selene down. She was sleeping peacefully once more, and the feeling of nausea that had previously overwhelmed you was now gone.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you slowly walked out of your bedroom, making little to no noise as you walked down the hallway.

Suddenly, someone grabbed your arm from behind. You spun around quickly with a small yelp.

"Hey, hey, calm down," Solomon said in no more than a whisper. "Apologies for the scare, I sort of let myself in."

You yanked your arm away from him. "You bastard, don't scare me like that! Lucifer was just—" Quickly, he shushed you. Solomon glanced to the side, almost as if staring at the exact spot Lucifer was in from within the house.

"I know," He said softly. "I'm here to get you out."

"What?"

"I underestimated how far Diavolo was willing to go to silence you. From now on, you'll be living with me. Where I can keep watch over you two more properly."

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My Girlfriend Is a Witch (pt.2)

͙⁺･༓☾ - Summary: the coldest winter yet had came ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ in, and things hadn't become any easier.

Pairing: lottie matthews x fem!reader

Warnings: ...

Pt. 1

a/n: was drunk for ab a week straight and wrote some of this in a rush, also might not do a pt.3 since this one is longer than I wanted it to be 😟 hopefully will get back to writing in a couple of days so pleaseee do send requests 🤞🏻🤞🏻 ps. reader is kinda stupid in this

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Your lips rested on the cracked surface of a cup as you drank the last of your herbal tea - facing the flickering fire. Winter had phased in with spite, and you had finally put the jacket you crammed into your suitcase to good use.

"Hey," Nat sat by you, crossing her legs, "look, it wasn't your fault, we all did it," She noticed your agitated expression that wouldn't go away ever since the day Jackie's body was eaten, "you were hungry, (y/n). I mean, did we really have any other choice?" You knew how bad she felt about it all, you also knew how hard it was for her to convince herself that it wasn't her fault either, and you were her main source of comfort, mostly because you were just as adamant about it as she was.

"I know, Nat, but god - seeing her like that," you winced at your words, trying to block out the image of Jackie the morning after her and Shauna's fight, unable to finish your sentence with a slight stutter. Natalie hugged you in return, your eyes still watching the flames flicker up and down.

Boiling water above a fire every night and scarce of food; Lottie favoured as leader and cold nights spent in near agony - it had become the norm, everyone was forced to accept it, some in favour, some not. The tragic death of your teammate remained haunting, it still lingered in your mouth, it lingered inside of you as it did with everyone else, nobody wanted to think about it let alone speak about it, all that anyone could remember from that night was the words ringing in their ears,

"It wants us to."

It took a while for everybody to acknowledge Lottie's so called 'intuition', though her peace with Jackie's death had been a sort of solace for everyone. You were naturally the first, you watched it become something akin to a cult - the way they all worshipped her, and you were confused seeing it, unsure of what to do or say; just going along with it.

-

You were sleeping in the attic again, eyes closed and hands trying to find Lottie, yet to no avail. You slowly opened your eyes and rubbed them before sitting up to look around, "Lot?" You whispered, eyelids half open. She was nowhere to be found, again, and so you slipped into a hoodie and crept downstairs amongst everybody's sleeping bags, then slowly creaking the door open. You saw Lottie sitting on the porch, hands tucked into her knees.

"Hey," you sat by her - wrapping your arms around yourself, "why are you out here? It's so cold." She didn't turn to look at you. All you did was give her a confused look, before she finally faced you with rosy red ridden cheeks and a slight smile.

"It's peaceful out here." She said, smiling more knowing that you were with her in this moment. She noticed you trying to respond through shivers of cold, and she quickly changed her expression and took her jacket off, "here. You don't have to stay with me you know." She watched your lips turn paler by the second, "I want to." You beamed, voice quiet and soft, before leaning your head onto her shoulder. She wrapped one arm around you, covering you with warmth and placing a soft kiss onto the back of your head. It felt rare to spend time with Lottie like this, you'd have to hope that she was in the right state to give you affection, and it just wasn't right, but right now you didn't care - needing the closeness of her.

The night had gotten so cold that you couldn't feel any of your limbs anymore, and the both of you finally decided to go back in, though as you walked closer to the attic ladder you had heard someone from behind you get up.

"(y/n)?" It was Natalie's voice, you turned your head and Lottie followed. "What are you doing?" She asked, "we just went out to get some fresh air, Nat." You spoke quietly and cautiously unlike Natalie. It was almost pitch black in the cabin, the moonlight barely peaking through the frosty windows. "Are you sure that's it? You can tell me if Lottie's pulling some weird bullshit again." She talked to you as if Lottie wasn't even in the room, "what?" You scoffed, knowing Nat wasn't the biggest Lottie supporter, though still slightly shocked. "Let's just go to bed, (y/n)." Lottie stressed before turning around to climb up, "Yeah, sure, just pretend like everything's normal." Nat sneered and Lottie sighed. "What's wrong with you? Lottie isn't doing anything." You responded with confusion, you could sense Lottie's discernment of Natalie - how it led her to just avoid her in general, but this same argument had been going on for ages and you were tired of it. "You're just feeding into her delusions, (y/n), like everyone else." Natalie gestured, her eyes never leaving yours. "Whatever." You brushed her off and gave her a disappointed look that said 'really?', making made your way up the ladder - leaving Natalie frustrated.

"Lot, I love you, okay?" You lied under the covers facing her, giving her a kiss on the forehead and brushing her hair out of the way as she warmly smiled with tired brown eyes, before falling asleep. You wanted more, to breathe under her touch, to feel the comfort of her sweetness. But she stayed bitter, and you stayed yearning.

-

The day your parents moved interstate was the day you met Lottie - standing over her porch watching the new neighbours; you, drive in. She brought store bought brownies for your family whilst everyone was under the impression she made them,

"There's no way you made these,"

"Ugh, alright, I didn't. I'm sorry."

She was never that much of a cook. One time you fell ill, staying at hers while your parents were out of town. Lottie had took it upon herself to cook you dinner for the next week, and it was hell.

"Let's just get takeout instead, babe." You would try to reason in the most softest voice possible. Though against your will, she would insist on cooking, bragging about how she had discovered new ingredients. "Here you go." she'd say with an oblivious smile, proud of her pesto-pasta-parsnip concoction, somehow she had managed to make the simplest foods hard to eat, and sometimes it would get so bad that you'd have to fake being too sick to eat. This time round there wasn't much to cook, just tea to brew and herbs that sat around waiting for the next time you were lucky enough to find meat to eat.

"I made you this." Lottie handed you a cup of wild rose tea, you sat on the cabin floor half awake, "Oh, thank you Lot." You smiled, holding the cup with both of your hands in attempt to borrow heat. She sat down next to you, a bothered expression on her face. "(y/n)," she muttered, unsure of how she was to phrase it, "what's going on with you and Natalie?" She asked with curiosity and slight confusion. "What do you mean?" You weren't sure of how to approach her when she spoke to you about other people, her jealousy wasn't something you necessarily wanted to indulge in, and you weren't certain if she was even jealous.

"I mean that I don't have a good feeling about her." Her statement was stern, assertive. "It's like an apparition of her, I guess." This time doubtful of herself, she watched you up and down.

"I mean yeah, she's been acting weird towards you lately, but that's something you'd have to ask-"

"That's not what I'm talking about."

You furrowed your eyebrows at her. Maybe it really was jealousy? Envy that you had been spending more time with Natalie than Lottie, even though to your knowledge you were just helping a friend with hard times. "Talk to me, Lot." You stressed, while placing your hand on her cheek. "If you really do believe in me, you'll stay away from her." She said with slight rigour, you'd never seen her speak to you as harshly as she did in this moment, and your fear was enough to comply. She brushed her sternness off and smiled contently before getting up and leaving, though she hadn't noticed Natalie come up to you straight after. "Are you okay? Did she say something? What happened?"

"Nothing." You got up to follow Lottie and disregarded Natalie as her gaze trailed you.

"What the fuck Lottie?" You exclaimed the words you couldn't just a moment ago, she looked at you confused. The others couldn't hear your voices as you were in the attic, and you used it to your advantage, "you cant just make me ignore Natalie, she's my friend, she needs me." You flailed your arms at her, she took her hoodie down and placed her jacket to the side. It felt like a knife to the chest the way she would talk to you sometimes, of course you wanted to be with Lottie - you loved her, but what did Natalie have to do with anything?

She edged closer to you, walking up to your smaller frame, you clenched your jaw looking at her. "You're not listening to me, (y/n)," she raised her chin, "it wants you to, it wants me to," She stopped and lingered on her last words, "wants you to what, Lottie." You stared up at her; heart racing, trying to induce a response. You were dazed by her superstition, though recently you had your doubts and frustrations, how she would speak of 'it' to brace her cunning, and you had to convinced yourself that it really was an unexplainable truth and not just an excuse to get her way with things.

"It doesn't matter, just listen to me." Her mind was clearly somewhere else. "You haven't even kissed me for the past week, and you expect me to just accept it? I miss you, Lot." You whined at her, "yeah, well, that isn't my main priority." She said coldly, turning around and biting her lip.

"Are you kidding me? I cant deal with you. Talk to me when your heads straight." You ran off, almost in tears from how ignorant she was, and how excruciating the situation was as a whole - why was it so hard to just talk to her?

You walked faster than usual, asking Nat to follow you. Stopping outside behind the cabin, you broke down, Natalie held you as you sobbed into her shoulder, "hey, it's okay." She rubbed your back, "talk to me, what happened?" You calmed down slightly, backing up.

"It's Lottie, I don't even know what happened, she just-"

"I know, you don't have to tell me." Even when you were breaking down crying the angst between Lottie and Natalie was persistent, you didn't pay much attention to it though, considering you were in too much of a mental haze. She brought a hand to your cheek, wiping your tears, "it'll be okay, I promise." You chuckled shyly in return, eyes meeting hers. Natalie watched you tuck your bottom lip in and breathe in shakily, you were too focused on regaining composure to notice her moving closer to you, and all of a sudden you felt her lips on yours, salty tears in her mouth. For a split second you leaned into it, tilting your head slightly to fit her, before abruptly pulling away. "Nat," you spoke, shocked. "I'm sorry, I should've known you weren't into-" her cheeks flushed in embarrassment, "no it's not that, I just," you panicked, "oh," Natalie gave out, finally catching onto yours and Lottie's relationship. "Look, this was a mistake okay? Just forget about it." You rushed, heading back inside.

Somehow you were completely oblivious to Natalie having any romantic feelings towards you, your eyes were wide and your lips were shaking profusely as your gaze was pinned to the floor, shyly opening the cabin door and forgetting to close it, after which you heard Shauna moaning at you with exhaustion and shutting it, focusing her attention back to the fire.

This time you had slept downstairs, ignoring Lottie in your peripheral whenever she'd show up. You carelessly fell asleep on a random throw, trying to block out any memory of today.

-

Your eyelids were heavy, waking up to commotion in the room and a random blanket thrown onto you. "(y/n), wake up." Mari shouted, loud enough for you to blink a few times and stay alert, "what's going on?" You asked, "Nothing, just do your chores." She walked off in unnoticeable frustration. You gently moved the blanket - slightly stumbling, making awkward eye contact with Natalie before picking up an empty bucket.

You were on water duty again, the cold had created a thick layer of ice on top of the lake, though Travis had hacked a small hole into it for water supply recently. You threw a jacket on, zipped it up, and left.

"Wait, (y/n)!" You heard someone from behind you panting, you turned around to see Lottie. "What about the laundry?!" Misty shouted from afar, she simply ignored her and stopped in front of you, "hey," she said, catching her breath, you continued walking as you spoke to her, "what's up?" You looked at her curiously, still silently beating yourself up over whatever happened yesterday.

She stayed silent for a moment, and you felt the need to console her uncertainty, "Lot, I believe you," You stopped behind a tree, placing a hand onto her shoulder "I swear, I do." She knew exactly what you were talking about, how you doubted her despite her persistence against Natalie, and how you were now reassuring her. Lottie paused for a second, mind thinking back to how stubborn you were to acknowledge what Lottie had told you. "Why should I trust you?" She asked quietly, voice breaking almost unnoticeably. All you could do was stare at her in distress, "you promised me that-" she choked on her words. "I know." You scarcely admitted, "but you can't just ignore me, fuck, Lottie - I thought we were over." You cried with prominence. "I'll do whatever you want, I swear, just please talk to me." Tears began forming in your eyes as you pleaded profusely, they glistened sharply against the teethy snow, and she watched them with guilt. Her frigid hands cupped your wet cheeks,

"I love you no matter what." She said, dragging the fear out of you, "I'm sorry." she faltered slightly. Your lips quivered as she moved closer, "I'll always believe in you." You whispered with cold breath, she knew you were hers, and she was yours, and so she kissed you. She pushed further, backing you against a tree, tongue caressing your lips like honey. She pulled away for a second, "(y/n), I mean it, I'm sorry. I should've been there for you, when Ja-" you kissed her back, even harder this time while you wrapped your numb hands around her neck. She stood over you, quiet moans leaving your mouths. You could feel your cheeks flush slowly as her soft skin was finally against yours, you giggled against her as her mouth trailed down to your neck, planting kisses all over you - you felt hungry for her, your hands pushing her head further into you.

A sudden guilty conscience overcame you, remembering Natalie's lips against yours, and you tried to numb it by raising Lottie's face and smashing your lips into hers yet again, tasting her every flavour.

"(y/n), we cant do this here." She broke out, you nodded and headed back.

"Where is the water??" Misty complained, seeing you with an empty bucket at the doorstep, "must've fell out, sorry." You ran up, dragging Lottie with you. As soon as you reached the attic you wrapped your arms around her neck and reached up to kiss her, this time your head was blank, just focusing on satisfying your famine, running your hands all around the back of her head and messing her soft and dark brunette hair up to filth.

Her desire for you was stronger than before, and this time as she trailed down to your neck there was no need to push her in, her mouth was warm and harsh against you - blade-like teeth lightly grazing your skin as you breathed with subtle moans. Your animalistic nails dug into her back and under her shirt, impatient and heavy with impulse; you worshipped her like she was your god, "I want you, Lottie." You whispered inbetween panting, she smirked with a quiet yet deep laugh in response, undoing your shirt with steady hands, you closed your eyes for the last time that day.

-

Natalie came down with a sickness, a kind you've never seen before. It wasn't out of the ordinary, though it still felt unusual, as if she was tampered with. For a moment you felt bad - instinctively wanting to stay by her side, but Lottie wouldn't allow it and you knew it, so you had just left the others to take care of her.

You wouldn't tell Lottie about that one time Nat kissed you, you knew that she knew, somehow and however that was possible.

Trusting her was a given, you life was in her hands and nothing ever went wrong after you'd given in.

[lady-ashfade]

Hi, could you do yandere Anthony and Lucy with shy reader and they kidnap her and maybe Anthony is softer than Lucy and reader clings to him which he loves but Lucy gets jealous

Softer approach

Yandere Locklyle x fem!reader

Warnings: Kidnapping, stalking, yandere tendencies.

The first thing the couple noticed about you was that you couldn’t hold eye contact with them very long, no matter how hard they tried. Lockwood made a remark about how speaking and people skills are apart of your job, but with some of the other costumers you had no problem. It made the couple confused, then they wanted you to feel comfortable with them. And it got to far.

Of course they noticed your soft and shy features, how you still held a smile to make those around you feel welcome. Your sweet but hushed tone when taking orders, or the more confident with those who you know. It didn’t take them long to start and stare at everything you did when they came and visited you. At first it was more of just wanted to be friends and how they could get you to be more comfortable, a light hearted thing. Then the more time went on they got upset at how they couldn’t get you to open up, so it took over their minds.

They started to think about you all the time and wondered what they could do or say. How would you react to them asking you out on a date? Or, how shy could you get if they kissed you. What would it feel like to hold you in their arms, to have you talk to them? It was itching them everyday.

Soon they got closer to you but not at the level they wanted, but you agreed to visit their home. Which ended up with you locked in the house attic with the room already prepared for you. Lucy didn’t take it kindly that you screamed at them with such emotion since that was the first time they ever got more then a peep from you. Of course Anthony was upset but he couldn’t handle seeing you so distressed.

The reader clings to Anthony because he’s easier to persuade, we all see how Lucy has him wrapped around her finger, the same can be said for the reader. She ducks into his chest when Lucy gets more assertive, like telling her to eat or listen to them. Lockwood can more chill and let the reader chill, but Lucy is more of the motherly yandere in this scenario. All the reader knows is Lucy trying to get her to eat, brush her teeth, go to bed or do anything she says. But lockwood is there as a more soft approach.

Lucy hates this and doesn’t notice that she has been scaring you, so she just thinks you favor lockwood more then her just because. And, it’s dangerous. She would never hurt him but she will get more snappy at him, or you. She sees you let him pat your hair then she will make a comment or if you let him hold you, makes her blood boil. After a few weeks you are more comfortable around him, and this makes him a comfortable place. Lucy starts to demand you spend alone time with her and yells at him about it.

Then she starts to say it out loud rather then behind doors and you feel scared, maybe she’ll hurt you? So you inch closer to her and let her hold you and she thinks it’s a win. But it’s far from that because now you just want her to hold you because you’re scared. Of course she notices, but thinks you’re just shy. Now you do anything she says out of fear and lockwood notices it’s taking a toll on you.

But it all ends when you run to lockwood first when you have a nightmare and don’t even look at her. She gets very angry and asked why you don’t love her. “Do I not give you enough or is it just me?” And goes on while you’re crying in his arms because she’s angry at how you don’t love her. So this makes you cry even more and Lockwood gets defensive and asked her to leave the room and let him put you to sleep and he’ll handle it.

When you’re asleep he goes to her and explains why you don’t go to her. That she is too hard on you and doesn’t take a more soft approach, which that fits well with your personality. He tells her that she has been making you scared. Lucy feels bad she almost starts to cry, all this time she was making her darling scared of her? Had she truly been so blind? Lockwood tells her that he will teach her how to work better with you, that one day you’ll jump in her arms.

Lucy is different after that but still more strict then him but kinder about it. She praises you more, gives soft pats on the head to get you used to her touch. Lets you hug her how you like when she asks. But neither of them know that you’re still scared of both of them but let it happen because you’re afraid. The only reason you lighted up is because you know you’ll never been able to escape. Even if you leave the house…

They would always haunt you.

[cutesykeito]

Excerpt of a Little Nightmares Fanfic

((Written by: me)) ((Feat. My OC called PJ))

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Waking up with a sharp gasp, PJ shook her head to recover from her nightmare. She told herself that it was only a nightmare, that it wasn’t real, even though she knew better than that. If it wasn’t real, she wouldn’t still be here. Nevertheless, it was at least a little comforting to pretend.

There was no way of knowing how many days had passed since PJ found this house, or if any days had passed at all. PJ figured it had maybe been three days, since she’d fallen asleep and had that same nightmare three different times in this house. She would sleep inside of a small dresser that the monster with the gun never opened–at least he hadn’t so far. There was only an empty can inside the dresser so it was safe to assume the monster with the gun had no reason to look in there anyways.

Before PJ shoved open the dresser for some air, she took a moment to listen for the monster with the gun. She didn’t hear his heavy breathing nor his heavy stomping through the house, so she carefully pushed open the dresser doors and climbed down onto the ground. The air in the house wasn’t fresh by any means, but it felt better than the dresser. The house didn’t smell too bad, if you ignored the faint reek of rotten flesh.

Now, until she fell asleep again or had to hide, PJ had some time to herself to…well, she didn’t quite know what she was doing. For the past however many days, PJ had been in this room, staying here in the safety of that dresser. She figured it would be better to stay in this house than wander around outside, even with the monster with the gun lurking about. She was also too frightened to try and escape in case something went wrong and the monster with the gun saw her. So, PJ wandered around this room, examining everything for what felt like the hundredth time.

There was something hanging from the ceiling that she couldn’t reach, that seemed like it would open something, though PJ didn’t know what since the monster with the gun had only used it when she was hiding, and she was too scared to get a peek. Since it was on the ceiling, PJ thought that maybe it opened up an attic. She didn’t think that’d be useful to her, though. Attics were scary enough back at her old home.

The first day she was here, PJ had ripped up some of the wallpaper, thinking that maybe some secret unlocked door would be hidden behind it, but she had no such luck. If there was a secret door, it would be monster-sized so she couldn’t reach. PJ was already short for her age, but being in this place she felt like an ant all alone in an abandoned ant farm. If only this place was actually abandoned and had no monsters.

PJ continued to contemplate as she stood on the rug in the middle of the floor (she had already checked under it for something, and found nothing, of course). It wasn’t long before she heard something coming. Only this didn’t sound like the monster with the gun. Whatever it was, it was light on its feet and sounded like it was moving really fast, right towards her room. Back inside the dresser she went, heart pounding.

She heard whatever it was pit-pattering its way to the room right next to hers. It was a familiar sound, almost like the sound of her own feet against the wooden floors of the house. Could it be another kid like her? She’d seen other kids in her nightmares before she came here, but she hasn’t once encountered any since waking up for real in the middle of a dark forest. She wanted to call out to whoever it was, but was too frightened, wondering what would happen to her if her assumption was wrong. PJ’s main method of survival is hiding away. She found that worked well back home even though what she would hide from wasn’t as life threatening as this.

[myhauntedsalem]

Robert the Doll

A wealthy family moved into Key West, Florida in 1896-1897.

Mr. and Mrs. Otto were well known to be cruel and abusive to there servants.

There youngest child, Robert Eugene (Also called Gene and born in 1900) was always watched by a certain older Behamian servant girl.

This girl was treated the worst of all servants, because Gene adored her and thought of her as a best friend. Because of the abuse, the girl was planning revenge on the Otto family.

She stayed up late at night, secretly creating a special "present" for Gene for his 6th birthday.

The Otto family didn't know that this servant girl practiced voodoo.

And this is were Robert the doll was born.

The servant girl sewed the doll by hand and adding a porcelain head to it.

It was believed she has put a curse on the doll.

Filling the doll with evil relics and very tiny animal bones.

At the time, it was a very nice doll.

New, shiny, and sewn with a lot of craft work.

The next day, she gave Gene the doll with hugs and smiles, and Gene was very happy for the wonderful gift. He was after all, a playful little boy.

Gene decided to call the doll by his real name. Robert. And the name has stuck ever sense.

As time went on, the Otto's noticed something very strange and wrong with there son.

Gene was so fascinated with his new doll.

Gene would spend hours long in his room, all alone, talking to Robert.

What puzzled the Otto's even more, was that they could hear answers.

A voice that was completely different from there sons.

When Gene went to sleep in the evening, he would always awake the family with his screams of fright.

When Mr. and Mrs. Otto got to his room, they would find Gene's furniture overturned, and Gene in his bed, trembling in the center of it all. Robert, would be sitting upright at the end of Gene's bed, glaring at Gene's parents.

The little boy shouted:

"Robert did it! Robert did it! Robert did it!"

Then, things got worse.

As conflict became frequent in the house, or if Gene ever misbehaved, the little boy would always have the same person to blame.

"It was Robert," he sobbed. "Robert did it! Robert did it!"

When Gene's father died, Gene got the will of the house and he moved into his family home.

He got married and had a wife named Annette, otherwise known as Ann, and becoming a famous artist. Now just calling himself his middle name, Eugene Otto.

Eugene Otto always preferred to do his artwork alone, secluded, with Robert at his side.

Talking to it as if the doll could speak back.

Eugene's wife, Ann, never liked the doll from the first time Eugene introduced it to her.

It gave her the chills just to look at it, and she hated how obsessed her husband was with it. It frightened her in some way.

Eventually, even though it deeply upset Eugene, Ann told her husband she was going to give Robert a room of his very own, in the attic.

Which is were he stayed for a few years.

Those years later, Eugene spoke up. He repeated over and over again. Warning his wife "how angry Robert was."

Eugene even demanded that Robert have his own room. A proper room with a view. The guest room that looked out above the street. Ann disagreed greatly, but gave up the fight to please her husband.

Kids walking by Eugene's house to school always looked straight ahead.

For each day, they saw Robert leaning face down up against the guest room window on the 3rd floor. Glowering at them, mocking them, and dancing around!

Inside the house, Eugene and Ann's marriage was slowly deteriorating. Eugene was screaming and lashing out at his wife. Smashing things and running around the house like a mad man.

And then...all of a sudden he was fine, back himself again. And he always apologized with the same statement. "It was Robert, Ann. Robert did it!"

Ann had finally began to question her husbands sanity.

A plumber working on the house, who was allowed to take a rest in the upstairs guest room, ran screaming from the house.

He said he heard "the doll giggling and saw him scowling at him."

In the early 1970's, Eugene became ill. Instead of spending time with his wife and excepting her comfort, he locked himself all alone in the guest room.

With Robert by his side.

In 1972, Eugene died. In the guest room. Obviously, with Robert beside him.

Ann, relieved but heartbroken, quickly sold the house, and left. But not before leaving Robert behind stored buried under what seemed like a million boxes.

Several years later, another family bought the home. Shortly after moving in, the new family discovered Robert. Nearly squashed beneath the boxes. Which probably resulted in one of his broken off ears.

The couple of this new family took one look at Robert and knew that they didn't want something like this in there new lifestyle and home.

The 10 year old daughter of the family, surprisingly, liked the doll and added it to the collection of her china dolls and stuffed animals!

It didn't take long for the family to realize that was obviously something very wrong with the doll. Like, Eugene, the little girl would wake up in the middle of night screaming a crying. She said she saw Robert running and jumping up and down around her room. Then climbing on her bed and attacking her.

To his day, after more than 30 years, this woman now in her 40's still claims "that the doll WAS alive and wanted to kill her."

Shortly after this occurrence, the family got rid of it for good and brought it to the Key West Florida Martello Museum. Now, Robert is displayed in a glass case for all visitors to see his scary face.

Robert is still at the museum, in his little sailor suit, holding a little stuffed lion that he, appears to be attached too. Employees always remember to introduce new recruits of the museum to Robert. Some visitors laugh at the stupidity of being afraid of a stupid doll, but many change there mind....when they see Robert's angry look starring back at them.

Others try to take pictures of Robert in his case, and there cameras will not turn on. They replace the batteries thinking that was the solution, but the new batteries are not working either! When they leave the museum, there cameras turn on and the batteries fully charged.

One male visitor, who didn't believe the curse was true, videotaped his entire day at the museum. When they got to the area were Robert was, the sound on the camera turned off and couldn't be turned back on! He turned around to talk to a employee close by, and the sound on the camera was turned up all the way. Blaring in his ears.

Ann's ghost has been sighted in Eugene Otto's old house. Guarding the house in case of the return of Roberts evil spirit. A man who dose the tours of the house claims he has seen her. He says she frequently descends the staircase to the attic. Were Roberts evil form was stored for so long.

Other employees say that when they lock up for the night, they leave peppermint candy's in his case as if to bribe him to be good and not disturb anything during the night. They swear when the return in the morning the wrappers are left behind at Roberts feet.

The guest room where Eugene died is haunted too. A large bluish-green orb is seen floating throughout the room. The tour guide believes its Ann.

A psychic who visited the museum tells the employee's and manager that the energy of the spirit inhabiting Robert is slowly dying. Maybe she's right. Because Robert appearance is indeed becoming worn and old. As I said before, one of his ears is broken off, his face has chips and tiny holes from being moth bitten, the paint that was added to his lips and eyebrows has faded drastically, his hair is actually turning white!

[7nessasaryevils]

~ Writing Patterns ~

[How to play: Write the opening line from the last ten fics that you posted and see if there are any patterns!]

both my wifey @ablazenqueen and @non-binarypal7 tagged me in this so thank you darlings!!!

I've been on a writing roll this past month so here we go... let's see what do i do

Kit runs away from it all. - In The Fields of Alfriston (MingKit - 2moons2)

2. They grow up together as neighbors. School-mates. Best friends. - - have you ever wondered.... (PatPran - Bad Buddy)

3. The first time Passin speaks to Ming, he bumbles and fumbles his way into congratulating Ming that Dissaya is his girlfriend. - a life we could have had (a HYEW prequel [PatPran] - Bad Buddy)

4. Sand breathes out as calloused fingertips brush against the back of her hand and she turns her palm, welcoming the heat that covers her fingers. - Whispers of A Prayer (Tharn reuniting with everyone - The Sign)

5. They normally shower together to you know... "save water" but Yaa has needed Phaya in the attic, getting him to move some boxes so that she could unearth some old files that the board was asking for. - Sleep, Love (Phaya/Tharn - The Sign)

6. The pain is constant. Overwhelming. Everywhere. - You Learn To Love (Tharn in the Naga realm - The Sign)

7. After the tears, and the hugs, and the... sort of explanations (because how are they supposed to explain past lives, multiple lifetimes, soulmates and magic?), Tharn is finally alone. - The Time for Dreaming Has Passed (Phaya/Tharn - The Sign)

8. Singh doesn't use the rooftop gym at headquarters too often. Mostly because he doesn't need to. - A Lingering Glance (Phaya/Tharn - The Sign)

9. The Nagini is intriguing. A curious thing filled with contradictions. - Like a Wave to Shore (Phaya/Tharn - The Sign)

10. When Henry pulls on the hoodie in the dark of his room, the rhythm of the rain masking their silence, Alex doesn't think much of it. - Clothes Mean Nothing (Alex/Henry - RWRB)

Okayyyyyy... so it looks like I really like action openings... which makes sense for someone like me. i'm constantly on the move and when I'm not, I'm narrating what goes on inside my head. i like to be dumped mid-way into something happening apparently :D

This was fun!!

okay let's see... gonna tag @blue-grama @fiercynn @pluckygazelle @the-wayside @snickerdoodlles and of course, anyone who sees this and would like to try! this is also a great way to showcase fics you've posted so go forth and brag!!! <3

[justafandomgvrl]

Touchstarved / From the Dining Table

Jonathan Levy x OFC

Hurt/Fluff.

Word count: around 900

Clary sighed, staring out the attic window. Her best friend had finally convinced his separated wife to sign divorce papers, but he felt further from her than ever.

Jonathan.

Jonathan.

Jonathan.

The only name that had ever felt right to hang from her lips. It had broken her heart when he fell so hard for Mira, but she never said anything to him. How could she have? She just needed him to be happy, even if it left her to the side, left her pushed out of the pictures, left her on her own.

Mira had never liked her, anyway. Didn’t like the inside jokes she had with Jonathan, so she’d barely seen him since they got married, even less so when Ava called her ‘mama’ as a baby.

But then she learned that they were finally divorced. Not that it seemed to have changed anything. The rain pouring outside her house looked the same as it did before. And he was still barely speaking to her. Each text she had sent to him that went unreplied felt like a brand new knife in her heart. She was still alone. And she still missed her best friend.

Jonathan.

Jonathan.

Jonathan.

It felt like her heart pulsed to the sound of his name. She looked down at her phone but still nothing. She put it down on her desk and left the attic for the first time in seventeen hours, her finished manuscript waiting to be sent to an editor. Jonathan had promised to read it first, but Clary supposed it was just empty words, after all this time. The pain was good, she told herself. It meant she wrote something real. Something that could be published.

She padded quietly through the empty house. It felt too big, still standing empty aside from her after all this time. When she bought it, she had thought she could move on from Jonathan, get married, and have a family. She had thought that something would snap and she would be okay.

But her feelings never changed.

Jonathan.

Jonathan.

Jonathan.

His name fell from her lips like a damn prayer every night. She never let anyone else even try to date her, nothing could ever feel the same as the way even a friendly hug from Jonathan set her skin on fire. She sat in her kitchen, slumped half out the back door with a cigarette dangling from her lips. She couldn’t remember when she started smoking, but she knew it was to do with Jonathan - trying to replace one addiction with another.

The sun steadily rose as she sat there, unmoving. She finally stood, moving on autopilot around the kitchen to make herself a coffee - another habit she picked up from Jonathan over the years. She sipped it slowly, watching the clock on the wall. It got louder with each tick.

Jonathan.

Jonathan.

Jonathan.

The cup slipped from Clary’s grip as her doorbell rang. She jumped, not expecting guests, and she dutifully cleaned up the cup before the bell rang again, followed by impatient knocking. She opened the door, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

“Hey.”

Jonathan.

Jonathan.

“Jonathan.” She breathed, and his name tasted like honey.

“I’ve missed you.” He whispered, wrapping his arms around her and she felt like she could sob into his shoulders. “So much. I’m so sorry I didn’t come see you sooner.” They pulled away and she invited him in with a small smile, blinking back tears. Just that one hug almost made up for all the hurt. She could nearly forget the pain of not being in his life.

“Coffee?” She managed to say and he grinned, the most relaxed she’d seen his smile in years.

They talked for what felt like hours. Jonathan found himself slipping back into an easy routine, his hand on Clary’s shoulder, a smile etched onto his face like it would never leave.

“You finally finished your book, then?” He asked her finally and she nodded. “So you’re gonna email me it, right?”

“Didn’t think you’d still want to read it. You said that years ago, when neither of us thought I would finish it.” Clary huffed and he shook his head.

“I knew you would, Clary. I always thought you would publish.” He insisted, pushing his glasses up his nose slightly before taking and squeezing her hand.

“Why did you never call me?” She whispered into the silent kitchen. Jonathan looked down but didn’t let go of her hand.

“After everything with Mira… I didn’t feel like I deserved to have anyone so amazing in my life. I knew how much I hurt you when we drifted apart, and it was because Mira asked me to, but I didn’t have to. I was so scared to be around you,” he admitted and Clary frowned.

“You were scared? Of what?”

“That Mira was right.” He sighed, rubbing his hand over his mouth. “And she was. Of course she was.” He mumbled, so quietly that Clary barely heard him.

“Right about what?” He didn’t say anything. His gaze returned to her face, though his eyes were focused on her lips.

Jonathan.

Jonathan.

“Jona-“ he leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers. Clary froze, her eyes wide. Jonathan pulled back, taking his glasses off and placing them on the table. “Can you do that again?” She whispered and he sighed in relief, bringing his hands to cup her face before he kissed her again. He tasted like cigarettes and bad coffee and she couldn’t get enough. Neither could he.

[elizabeth-mitchells]

hand-holding prompt 49 & taivan? :0

49. taking the other's hand to look for injuries Touches Writing Prompts (send me something!)

“Will you let me look now?” Taissa asked Van as soon as they were both alone in the attic of the cabin.

“Damn, Tai. You couldn’t wait to get me alone, huh?” Van laughed. She was taking off one of the many layers they all had to wear to be outside lately, and added a little dance, a playful shimmy of her shoulders as she added, “What do you want to see, you want a show?”

Taissa wasn’t strong enough to fight off a fleeting smile, she could give Van that much. But then sobered up quickly enough, and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Van,” she said in a tone that was clearly a warning.

“Tai,” Van sighed, but it wasn’t as playful as it could’ve been.

She sounded tired. They all were tired lately. But just earlier that day Van was still capable of keeping up her good mood that separated from the rest. She simply didn’t want to talk about that subject. Not that Taissa loved it herself but it was necessary. 

“Come on,” Taissa said, trying to turn her tone at least a little softer, anything to bring Van closer to her. “Just let me take a look, alright?”

“Just a look,” Van repeated. Some mirth was back in her tone, thankfully. She knew as well as Taissa that it wouldn’t be “just a look.”

Van took her time walking toward her, and Taissa didn’t make things easier, helping her close the distance, until Van was close enough for Taissa to extend her arm and reach out for Van’s hand. The redhead tensed, and tensed even more for the reaction of her body, which disregarded the firm knowledge in her mind that Taissa would never hurt her. True to Van’s thoughts, when Taissa held Van’s hand in hers, she couldn’t have possibly been more gentle, more careful with her. Naturally, it pulled a blush from Van’s cheeks.

“We have to do something about this, Van,” Taissa said, looking down at the angry red mark surrounding Van’s wrist where the rope they both wore at night pulled and scratched at her skin for hours.

“I told you, it’s fine,” Van said, serious enough to hope against hope to convince Taissa, and with an added smile to hope to at least distract her away from the subject again. “I’m not letting you go. This is no big deal, okay?”

“It is,” Taissa said.

She sounded as focused and determined as usual, but there was just an added softness to her tone. It was even more noticeable when combined with the extreme tenderness she was using to caress the sensitive skin on Van’s wrist. Van almost winced with the first touch, but she relaxed, instantly softened under Taissa’s touch.

The silence made Taissa look up at Van, and she was pleasantly surprised to see Van still looking down at their hands. The lack of more arguing was a good sign. Taissa took it as a victory. And, as it often happened, a wave of affection for the other girl made her feel suddenly more optimistic than she was five minutes ago.

“We’ll figure something out,” Taissa said, wholeheartedly believing her own words and smiling when Van met her eyes again. 

Taissa felt tempted to lean down and place the most delicate of kisses on the scratch on Van’s wrist, pressing her lips to a physical proof of Van’s love for her. She didn’t though, not in that moment, when she felt a lump in her throat, warmth in her cheeks, and a suspicion that Van would end up laughing. Later though. Maybe when they were getting ready to fall asleep, and Van was helping her tie the rope to their wrists. Or when they were cuddled together, defenses forgotten and no words needed. Perhaps even later, after Van woke her up before Taissa could sleep walk away from her.

[idkbubs]

Don't go.

Anthony Lockwood x Lucy Carlyle

Warnings: None. Just tooth rotting fluff.

Based on the promt: Person A intentionally broke the heater so they could snuggle with Person B

It being the middle of winter meant that 35 Portland Row was beyond freezing. Less than 2°C at night had all residents freezing their nips off for hours, finding it uncomfortable to fall asleep when they couldn't even feel their toes.

The boiler no longer worked. The result of an accident down in the basement after Kipps' crew swooping in and stealing the case, the same case they had spent hours relentlessly trying to solve (and some very angry messages left on the thinking cloth). Barnes said there was nothing to be done now, 'it's out of your hands now, give over' played non-stop in Lockwood's head as he swung every emotion out onto the poor dummies. A bit too harsh indeed, one carry through and his rapier went slicing through the boiler and breaking its connection to the radiators within the house.

Lockwood hasn't exactly had the time to fix it, not when the company was facing an upsurge of backlash or heavy duty cases... plus, to be frank, he didn't want to fix it anyways. Not when it led him to something he had been longing for for a while.

The three of them sat on the sofa curled up in blankets and lots of tea to warm them up from the inside out. Lockwood and Lucy layed on the two-seater with only a slight shift of a leg for them to be touching completely. George, on the other hand, chose to sit in the same armchair that has molded to every nook and cranny of his arse, keeping him and his blanket away from the two oblivious lovers.

They sat there, silently watching some random movie that none had cared to change over. It wasn't long before George wanted to hit the hay in the comfort of his own duvet, leaving the two behind. Alone. Together.

"This house is bloody freezing. How did the boiler even break? That was fitted weeks ago."

"I have no clue, went to turn it up and nothing happened."

"This is absolutely shambolic."

Neither of the two teenagers could recall the moment that they had moved closer to one another- close enough for Lucy's head to be resting flat on the boy's shoulder. She grew quiet, Lockwood beginning to miss the complaining sentences leaving her lips, or any words at all for that matter. He tilted his head, looking down at the too quiet figure and finding Lucy peacefully asleep, cuddled into him.

He began having an internal dilemma- stay on the not-so comfortable sofa to ensure Lucy is comfortable or move her to an actual bed. Eventually the latter won the debate. Lockwood shifted her to be against the back pillows, folded he blanket up neatly onto the armchair and dusted his dress trousers off. He gently placed her arms around his shoulder before moving his around her torse and lifted her off the couch, her body immediately falling against his chest, head falling onto his shoulder once again. Keeping one hand on her back, he used the other to pull her right leg around his waist, before swapping and doing the same to the other. Now with Lucy safely secured in his arms (where she should be), he started the journey to the attic.

No one could ever say they had seen Lockwood be so careful in his actions, making sure to be as quiet as possible to not disturb the sleeping beauty he cared so much for.

Lockwood shifted his weight to place her on the bed when something happened that changed his life in a heartbeat.

"Anthony-"

She called for him in her sleep... and not 'Lockwood'. Anthony. She called for him using his first name.

"Please... don't go."

He could't leave now (not ever). He couldn't fathom what she could be dreaming about for her to call for him. He couldn't imagine what made her tighten her hold on him. What made her desperately cling to him like he was her lifeline.

"Shhhh. It's okay love, I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."

Lucy felt the lack of warmth as she was lowered into a mattress that seemed like clouds in her sleepy state. But the warmth soon returned when the bed dipped next to her. Thank heavens she hadn't made her bed that morning, he thought.

He removed his shirt, opting for the most comfort he could get when he has no sleepwear to change into. Hell, he didn't even know where Lucy kept her clothes (that's a lie. He knew exactly where she kept them in her dresser. It just felt too... intimate to do with her asleep and unaware).

Anthony laid down next to her and pulled the duvet up with him. The way that Lucy moved to be against him, arm on his chest, head in the crook of his neck, and her leg drawn up to rest ontop of his, made his heart swell with a feeling he knew all to well whenever he looks at her.

"Mmmh... love you."

He placed a soft kiss on the top of her head, before saying it back to her. Even if she couldn't properly hear him in that moment it was something that he had to let her know.

And he'd be damned if George ever got word of this, so sure that he'd never hear the end of it from their other roomate. But Anthony knew he would do it all again. Anything Lucy would ask, he'd do it all.

For her.