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She Got Away

Agatha Harkness x Fem Witch!Reader

WARNING: ANGST, SMUT 18+, Violence, Mentions Of Sickness And Symptoms, Mentions Of Murder, Lovers To Enemies To Lovers Trope, Agatha Uses Sex Magic To Give Herself A Cock, Rough Sex

PREFACE: Reader and Agatha were together back when they still lived in Salem, but when Agatha takes the coven's power and kills almost all its members, she fled, living only Reader alive

A/N: Flashback In Italics!

Marvel finally grew a pair and gave us the lesbian angst we deserved

And yes this was heavily inspired by Chappell's unreleased song 'Subway'

All I remembered seeing, as the last of my vision faded into darkness, was someone stashing me inside a hollow tree and growing vines shielding me from view. In the far distance, her silhouette turned to face me once more, before disappearing into the thick fog ahead.

I hadn't seen Agatha since then, but I was determined to find her. After everything we'd been through, the last thing I ever expected was for her to betray me the way that she did. She killed our coven and ran off like it was nothing. Like what we had was meaningless and insignificant to her.

From that day forward, I vowed to make her pay, if it was the last thing I did.

It took a while, but I managed to track her down in New Jersey. It became difficult when I couldn't sense her magic anymore, but I knew she was there. It was just a feeling I couldn't shake.

I walked down the lane of houses, wary of the eyes following me, when I arrive at the very last one at the end of the street. I take a quick glance through the window and that's when I felt my heart drop.

The woman I loved all those years ago. The same woman who made me feel like I was actually worth something, just to take it all away from me.

Amidst the blinding rage that coursed through my body was the agony I felt when I she first left. It was a knife twisting inside me with no way out.

Wanting to end this once and for all, I stormed the house by kicking the door open to find her huddled in the corner of her kitchen. She tried hard to mask her fear with a cocky grin, but of course I saw right through her.

"Well, if it isn't (Y/F/N). God, how long has it been?"

"Three hundred years, six months and six days"

"Awe, you kept count-"

She was interrupted by a dagger I threw her way. The blade striking the cabinet when she ducked.

"I see you picked up knife-throwing", she teased.

I lunge forward, grabbing the back of her head and slamming her into the wall. I wanted her to hurt the way I hurt. Only ten times worse.

She falls to the floor, holding her head, as I grabbed another knife, but before I could drive it into her chest, she stops me by my wrist.

"Remember pain? Kinda tickles doesn't it?", I said through gritted teeth.

I only managed to draw a drop of blood, before she reached for the chair and knocked me off of her. She gets back on her feet and makes a run for the door, when I use my magic to block off her only exit.

"I'm surprised you aren't using magic to get out of this one", I say, following her into the living room and blowing a fallen strand of hair away from my face.

She sighed through her nose, not taking her eyes off of me.

"Don't tell me you've reformed?"

"Another witch took my powers. The Scarlet Witch"

I scoff in surprise.

"So you finally got what was coming to you"

Her lips were set in a fine grimace.

"Well...almost. I'm just here to finish the job", I say, using my powers to launch her across the room.

She hits a glass case and falls to the ground with a thud, wincing. Just as I go to throw another one of my daggers, she holds a hand out.

"Wait! Wait", she pleaded, halting me.

"This isn't what you want. Me? Without power?", she chuckled nervously, carefully getting back up.

"This is- this is undignified! Don't you want me at my best?"

She stretches out the kinks in her neck, making sure not to take her eyes off of me.

"Admit it, you prefer me-"

"Horizontal? In a grave?", I cut off.

"Formidable", she answered.

"Come on, baby. You love it, the anticipation", she whispered, taking a step closer.

"Hm. That would be fun", I shrugged.

"Wouldn't it? Just...let me get my purple back and come find me after-"

"Not a chance in hell. Which is exactly where I plan on sending you. I promise to make it quick", I mocked, winding my blade back.

"Wait! Please!"

I roll my eyes, irritated with the stalling.

"Look. I hurt you, I'm not denying that", she swallowed thickly.

"But I didn't want to. I didn't have a choice", she shakes her head.

"You always have a choice. Like not killing our coven for example"

"You don't know what happened-"

"Or leaving me...when I needed you", I struggled to hide the hint of sadness peaking out from behind my anger.

Up to this point, I was able keep my composure, but the longer I looked at her, the more I felt the pain I'd been carrying around for years creep up on me.

"(Y/N)-"

"I woke up alone, surrounded by nothing but a pile of bodies and no one to turn to. You did that!"

Agatha bows her head, unable to hold my hurt gaze.

"I loved you, so so much", my voice was reduced to nothing but tearful whispers.

"So could you imagine just how much it killed me when you left? To find out it was all one-sided?", I hissed through gritted teeth.

"I did love you-"

"No, you didn't. You don't leave someone you loved behind"

I could tell that struck a nerve in her, when the brim of her eyes began to water.

"Why do you think I spared you and hid you in that tree? Hm? So you could exact revenge on me three hundred years later? Why not just finish the job?", her tone now angry at my accusations.

I was dumbfounded by the revelation. It was as if time ceased to move and the rest of the world disappeared around us.

"What?"

"I left to protect you. It was for your own good"

"That was you?"

"Of course it was. Everyone else was dead by the time I found you again"

My brows furrowed in confusion.

"What do you remember?", she questioned, mimicking my expression.

"I..."

"We were in the woods. I was confronting my mother about conspiring to kill me, when you showed up"

Suddenly, rushes of the past engulfed my vision. The grief of losing both my family and Agatha must've been too much for me to bare and caused my mind to distort my recollection of it.

I was walking through the forest, looking for my familiar, when I stumbled upon the empress and Agatha fighting.

"You were born evil", the empress snarled, as Agatha tensed at her tone.

"Empress? Agatha? What's happening?"

The empress turns back to Agatha with a look of disgust.

"No-", Agatha goes to intervene, but was interrupted by me getting struck with a bolt of magic.

"Obviously, I struck her back and when the other members overheard us, all hell broke loose. I was running and fighting for my life for hours"

"Why would she do that? Why would she try to kill you?"

"You heard her, I was 'born evil'. Finding out about the Darkhold was just the nail in the coffin"

Each missing piece of what happened finally began falling into place.

Back in Salem, a devasting sickness swept through the town and nearly claimed the lives of all its residents. Unfortunately, I was one of the unlucky few that fell victim to the disease's rampage.

It started with a fever and a few aches, but quickly escalated to me vomiting blood by the pint. I was bed-ridden for days and sure to die as there was no traditional spell to cure my ills, when Agatha made me a promise to keep me alive, no matter the means.

"I won't let you die", she sniffled, wiping the sweat off of my forehead.

"Agatha-"

"Don't. I'll find a way"

And that's what made her turn to Dark Magic and discover a book called the Darkhold. In the dead of night, whilst everyone was either asleep or nursing the sick, she snuck back into my hut and performed the ritual that restored my health.

"I don't know how she found out, but somehow she did"

I angrily wiped away the tears that managed to escape me.

"Let's say you're telling the truth about what really happened. You still left me", my voice trembled with each word.

"I couldn't risk people thinking you were involved. If they did, you would've spent the rest of your life running and you deserve better than that", she said, getting close enough to cradle my face in her hands.

I inhale, shrugging to get away from her.

"I don't believe you"

"Seems like you do"

Finally fed up with her mind games, I grab her by the throat and spun us around to pin her to the wall. I conjure another dagger and just as I raised it high into the air. This was it. The moment I'd been working towards for the last three centuries...only I couldn't move. She didn't have her powers, so I knew it couldn't have been her.

"You can't do it, can you?", she struggled.

"It's cause you know I'm telling the truth"

She was right. The realization knocked the wind out of me like a bat to my chest. I knew deep down, no matter how much she hurt me by leaving and how much I hated her for it, she only did what she had to...because she loved me. I took a shaky breath and felt another tear roll down my cheek.

She lowers the hand I held the dagger and cupped my face.

"That's it. Easy"

Once my hands were both to my side, she pulled me into a tight embrace, as I nuzzled into her neck.

"Oh, sweetheart. I missed you", she sighed contently.

Her own voice quivering at the feeling of my trembling sobs.

She eventually pulled away just enough to wipe my face dry and in that moment, my eyes poured into her baby blues.

I didn't know whether it was the adrenaline or the burden of the last few centuries being taken off of me, but before I could figure it out, I dropped the knife, grabbed her face and smashed my lips against hers. I backed her up against the wall, careful to guide her around the broken glass.

She quickly got to work on pulling my shirt off over my head and I followed suit, untying her robe. I couldn't help but take a moment to admire her hardened buds peaking through her nightgown.

"Missed me?"

"Shut up", I exhaled, pulling her back onto my lips, as she moaned at my man handling.

Once we were done ridding ourselves of all our clothes, she spun the both of us around to pin me now. She held my wrists against the wall and trailed her kisses down to my neck.

"You're so fucking pretty", she mumbled, painting my skin with shades of red and purple.

I whine at her nibbling down on my shoulder and throwing me around her waist. She takes us to the couch and I grind myself down on her lap, groaning at the sensation. As I returned the favor and left marks all up and down her neck, she mumbles something in Latin. Before I could question what she was doing, I felt something press against my core.

"Is that..."

"Really thought I forgot your favorite spell?", she grinned wickedly, running her hands up my waist to hold me in place.

"I always did enjoy fucking you raw"

I dive back into her lips and adjusted my hips to help her along. She grabs the appendage by the base and uses the tip to rub firm circles on my already aching clit.

"You're a mess", she chuckled, taking one of my nipples into her mouth.

"Please, take me", I moaned, grasping the back of her neck and bracing for her to stretch me out.

In one smooth thrust, she filled me to the brim, as I cried out. It was much bigger than I remembered.

"God, you were always so warm...and tight", she panted between each subtle thrust.

After giving me a moment to adjust, she started with a gentle pace, reminding herself to litter my neck and shoulder with kisses to soothe me.

"My sweet angel, fuck", she groaned.

As I began to ride up and down her length. Her eyes rake over my form and the way my hips dropped forward and pulled back over and over again. With each motion, her tip directly pressed into my g-spot, making her name fall from my lips repeatedly like a cursed hymn.

Her nails claw down my back, earning a wince.

"I'm sorry", she panted.

"Don't stop"

"I don't wanna hurt you-"

"I don't care", I whine, diving back into her lips and riding her faster.

She uses her biceps to hold me in place, ramming up into me harder.

"Agatha, fuck", I whimpered, holding onto her shoulders for dear life.

"That's right, baby. You're all mine"

My climax was fast-approaching and all I could do was fight it off as long as I could, until she gave me permission. Even after years of hating her, my body never forgot.

"I can feel you getting close", she moaned.

"Do it for me, come on, baby. I need you to come", she pleaded, reaching down between us to vigorously rub my throbbing clit.

I came with a scream that surely echoed throughout the neighborhood, but I couldn't care less. My vision momentarily faded to black, as my head fell back from the overwhelming pleasure that consumed me.

She held me against her, groaning as she coated my walls with her warmth.

"Fuck", she grunted, still thrusting into me to help us both ride out our orgasms.

Both spent and covered in each other's sweat and essences, we stay still for a while to catch our breaths.

"Miss me now?"

Too tired to think of a comeback, I simply nodded against her shoulder, hearing chuckle.

"Welcome home, baby"

[athenamikaelson]

Klaus Mikaelson x Soulmate!Reader x Elijah Mikaelson Pt. 17

Word Count- 4.3k

Warnings-swearing, pain

a/n- idk if i like this one 

“Say something please, Theo,” I beg my little brother as he stares emotionlessly at his hands. 

When I began telling my brother about how his father wasn’t my father I expected my loud and obnoxious little brother to make snarky comments or even yell at me. But I didn’t realize just how much worse him not saying anything would be.

“What do you want me to say, Y/n? What could I possibly say in this situation,” Theo looks about to me with tears building in his dark eyes and I have to swallow the sob that is building in my throat.

Theo stands up and I mimic his actions. I watch wordlessly as my brother runs a hand roughly through his hair and over his face in exasperation. 

“Three months! Really Y/n? You knew this for three months and you didn’t tell me. Why,” Theo whips around to me and he shakes his head, “I know I’m kind of a dick but I thought you trusted me.”

I quickly shake my hands and try to step closer to him but he instantly backs away. Memories of the night my mother told me this news flash in my mind as I realize Theo is reacting practically the same way I did.

I stop walking, “Theo of course I trust you.”

Theo shakes his head as if he doesn’t believe me, “Then why keep this from me!? Did you think I couldn’t handle it or,” His voice cracks and tears fall down my cheeks, “Did you think I wouldn’t love you the same? Do you really think that low of me?”

I stare at my brother wordlessly and sit back down at the kitchen table. I press my head into my hands and let out a sigh.

“Is that what it is? Did you really think that, what? I’d hate you or something?”

“I don’t know, Theo. Okay. I don’t…I just…I don’t know.”

My answer doesn’t seem to be enough for my brother because he lets out a sound of annoyance.

“Fine. If you don’t have an answer for me then I’ll just leave you alone,” I hear his retreating footsteps and I quickly pick up my head.

“I was scared you’d throw me away just like he did,” My voice comes out shaky and I see Theo stop and his back straighten, “I thought that…if the man that raised me couldn’t love me why should anyone else? I love you, Theo. I just didn’t want to lose you too.”

My blurry vision focuses slightly as I see Theo's figure turn around and make his way over to me. Within a second my brother is grabbing me and pulling me into him.

“You could never lose me, you idiot. I mean, you’re the one who has called me a roach on multiple occasions,” Theo pulls back and his teary eyes meet mine, “I could never hate you either. When Dad left… it wasn’t Mom who stepped up and took his place, it was you. When Mom was always away at work, who was the one who would make sure I got to practice on time, did my homework, and made sure I was always fed? You, Y/n. It was you. When Mom and Dad didn’t want to raise me, you did. I’m who I am because you raised me this way. I owe everything to you.”

I finally let out my sob as I pulled my brother back into me.

“And besides,” My brother pats my head like a dog as he hugs me, “Every Batman needs their Robin,” Theo pulls back and then raises an eyebrow at me, “Just so we’re on the same page, I’m Batman. You Robin.”

I let out a shaky laugh as I nod, “I can live with that.”

—-

3rd Person POV

“Okay, so we all know the plan now,” Damon looks to Elena, Stefan, and Rebekah as they all nod.

“We dagger Mikael to get Klaus into town, and then Mikael kills Klaus,” Elena reminds everyone.

Rebekah frowns deeply at the plan but nods nevertheless.

“Wait, where’s the other half of you,” Damon points to Elena who rolls her eyes. 

“Y/n’s with her brother doing some sibling bonding time. And besides I don’t want her involved in this.”

Damon frowns, “Why the hell not?”

“Because whenever Y/N gets involved in supernatural business it gets her hurt. And with Klaus already terrorizing her I don’t want him using her as leverage. Thankfully enough Y/n already said she’s not going to the dance.”

“Fine. Whatever,” Damon huffs as he downs his drink.

“Fine by me,” Stefan says, “Fewer people to screw this up.”

—

“Ho! Why haven’t you been answering my calls and texts.”

I sigh into my phone as Caroline Forbes bites my head off over the phone, “Hello to you too, Care. How can I help you on this splendid Saturday?”

I hear Caroline yell at some people around her and I laugh to myself.

“Elena’s getting ready with Bonnie’s help, so I thought I’d let you know you and I are getting ready together at your place.”

I freeze up at Caroline’s words and my brother who is glaring at me for pausing the video game we are currently playing raises an eyebrow in question, “Getting ready for what?”

I hear the line go silent for a moment and wonder if the blonde vampire is having a stroke, “The homecoming dance! Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n don’t you dare tell me you’re not going tonight.”

“I’m not going tonight.”

“I’m not accepting that as an answer!”

“Well, I’m sorry Caroline but I’m putting my foot down. I’m not going, Theo and I are sibling bonding.”

“Forget Theo! What about Caroline and Y/n bonding time?!”

I laugh at her dramatics, “We can bond tomorrow.”

“Y/n I can’t-’’

“I think you’re cutting out,” I gesture to Theo and he makes static noises with his mouth, “Oh would you look at that! Well bye! Have a fun time!”

I quickly hang up the phone before my blonde friend can harass me more and I look over to my brother who is laughing his ass off.

“Thanks for the help,” I put my fist up and he bumps it with his own.

“Happy to help. Now can we please play so I can kick your ass,” Theo says as he gestures to his Xbox.

I roll my eyes at him and grab my remote, “The only one getting their ass kicked here is you, dumbass.”

“Ya, whatever you say nerd.”

—

“You’re going to hate me,” I turn around at my brother’s comment and see him standing in the doorway of the kitchen with a sheepish look.

I put the piece of pizza I’m currently eating down on my plate and let out a deep sigh, “What did you do?”

“Well you know how I’ve been getting Tyler to warm up to me so that he’ll put me on Varisty,” Theo says in a hopeful but also weary tone.

“I recall…”

“Well, Tyler just called me and said he’d talk to the coach and get me that varsity jacket on one condition.”

I look at my brother and narrow my eyes, “What did you do?”

“He kinda told me to make sure you come to the homecoming dance tonight to appease Caroline and I told him you’d go,” Theo quickly spits out his sentence and we stare blankly at each other for a moment. 

I grab my pizza again and take a slow bite as Theo stares at me with wide eyes wondering what I’m going to do. 

“Looks like you aren’t making varsity,” I simply say as I grab my plate and walk around my brother and towards the living room. 

I hear my brother’s footsteps behind me, “Come on Y/n! Please do this for your favorite brother.”

“You’re my only brother,” I respond back blankly. 

“I mean technically we don’t really know that,” He says out loud and I turn around and glare at him.

` He raises his hands quickly and mumbles a sorry. 

“Please Y/n! You know how hard I’ve been working for this. Just show up and then we can leave after Caroline sees you!’’

“You know most people get their varsity spots because they show good athleticism. Not because they like to sweet talk the captain,” I stop as Theo runs in front of me.

“You know a pretty face like mine can’t work too hard!”

I roll my eyes at his comment and move around him. He doesn’t say anything and for a second I think he’s dropped it.

“I just,” My brother’s shaky voice makes me turn around. And I roll my eyes as I see him wiping a fake tear off his face, “I just really wanted this you know,” His fake sad voice is making a migraine start to form, “After finding out my sister isn’t my father’s child I just needed some good news.”

Well played, Theodore.

“I hate you,” I growl at my brother and his “sad” face instantly brightens.

“So you’ll go?!”

I close my eyes and sigh, “We go in, find Caroline, say hi, and then leave,” I point at him, “Got it?”

Theo practically starts hopping in excitement, “Got it!”

My brother quickly walks past me and I try to fight back a laugh as he starts talking to himself about what color tie he’s going to match to his eyes. 

I hear Theo’s door shut and slowly make my way to my room. I throw myself on my bed and then finish my slice of pizza. Eyeing my closet the entire time. What the actual hell am I going to wear?

I stand up and quickly eye the bags upon bags of designer clothing that Alastair had gotten me for my birthday. Ever since I found out about his betrayal I haven’t touched anything he had got for me. I’ve tried to give them back to him on the many occasions in which he just “accidentally” bumps into me. But he always refuses and says they’re mine to keep. Asshole. Scratch that, Rich asshole. 

I rummage through the clothes I have in my closet and frown when all I come across are, in Theo’s words, “clothes that not even a dead nerd would be seen in.” I pick up the dress I wore to the tea party in which Elijah threatened Damon but quickly put it back when I realize Theo’s words were right. I do dress like a nerd.

I’m about to throw in the towel and tell Theo to suck it up when something on my top shelf catches my eye. I reach up and grab the clothing box and instantly blush when I remember what’s inside. The dress Caroline bought for me. The very tiny dress Caroline bought for me. I hold the box in my hands and eye it for a moment. 

“Am I really going to do this?”

I close my eyes and rip off the ribbon and open the box, “Fuck it.”

—

“Shit,” Theo swears from his position in the passenger seat of my car.

“What? What happened,” I look over at him worried, as the traffic light in front of us flashes red.

“The gym flooded,” Theo says and I instantly smile.

“So no dance? How sad,” I fake a pout.

I watch Theo’s frown turn into a smirk as he reads another text on his phone, “Nope, My Captain came in clutch.”

—

“What the hell,” I say out loud as my ears are assaulted by the rock music being played by a live band in Tyler Lockwood’s backyard. A backyard that is somehow beautifully decorated with streaming lights, a dance floor, and filled with hundreds of people. Some who I don’t even look like teenagers.

“This is awesome!”

My brother stands next to me with a beaming smile on his face as he looks at everything like a child on Christmas morning.

“Something feels off,” I tell him and he doesn’t seem to hear me.

Some people pass me and I grow self-conscious of the dress I’m wearing. It’s a beautiful dress but with the hem that ends mid-thigh and the extremely low v-neck that seems to put my chest on full display for anyone who wants to oggle it, it makes me feel highly uncomfortable. 

“Let’s just find Caroline and then leave,” I yell to my brother over the loud music and he nods to me. 

We start walking through the crowds but a wave of people comes past us and I lose sight of my brother.

“Theo! Theo!”

I try to call out but all I receive is a few looks from people walking past me. I groan when I realize I’m going to have to go find my dumbass brother in this hoard of dumbass people. 

I push through the hoards of drunk teenagers and wonder just how the hell no cops have been called and also where the hell is the Mayor? I personally feel like having a bunch of underage teenagers drinking on my property would interfere with any future campaigns.

 I move around a couple as they dance to the end of the song and sigh as everyone around me blocks me in as they clap for the band. I decide to just push past them to get to the front but the sound of a British voice halts me in my tracks.

“Good evening, everyone!”

Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

I look away from the people around me and up to the stage where the devil himself stands smiling down at everyone. 

“I want to thank you all for being here with me to celebrate. It’s been a long time coming,” Klaus addresses the cheering crowd and I feel my heart drop to my ass as his eyes scan the crowd. My shaky breathing is covered by the claps of the crowd.

I watch as Klaus seems to lock eyes with someone in the crowd and it gives me time to really look at the hybrid. 

Klaus is the devil. No doubt about it. But I would have to be blind to not think he’s beautiful. The dark suit and the polished hair he’s sporting tonight only seem to make him more heart-wrenchingly stunning. 

Fucking Mikaelsons and their God-like gene pool. 

I watch wearily as Klaus descends the stage and I hear the band start up again. The people around me start shoving me with their dancing and I let out a painful hiss as one of them jabs my left shoulder with their elbow. 

I quickly push through the crowd to the side where a table of cups is set up. I clench my eyes together to try to block out the searing pain in my shoulder.

“Y/n?! What happened?”

I open my eyes when I feel a soft hand grabbing my right shoulder. 

“Not you too,” I groan out as my eyes meet Alastair’s. 

“Is it your shoulder? Tell me how to help,” I lean away as Alastair comes closer to me trying to help me.

“You can help me by leaving me the fuck alone,” I bite out and watch Alastair watch me for a moment, and then his attention shifts to the table of drinks. I watch cautiously as he leans down to the cooler on the ground and grabs a handful of ice. He then takes out the handkerchief in his suit pocket and wraps the ice in it. 

“Here,” He reaches out the ice to me, “Take this it’ll help.”

I shake my head defiantly, “I don’t want anything from you.”

Alastair lets out a low huff and then pushes the ice into my right hand, “Just for once, let someone help you.”

I look at the ice in my hand and then practically growl in annoyance as I softly place it on my scar. A scar that is sadly on clear display, thanks to the tiny straps of my dress.

“See, was that so hard,” Alastair tries to joke but I just glare at him.

“Are you glad your boss is back in town?”

Alastair’s smile instantly drops and he glances over his shoulder momentarily. I follow his eye-line and see Klaus walking with Stefan. As if he heard us talking about him, which he probably did, Klaus turns his head and looks over to Alastair. He stares at him for only a moment before his eyes lock with mine. I inhale deeply as Klaus’ blue eyes devour my own. I feel like I can’t breathe as his eyes move from my face to my shoulder. I watch curiously though as his eyebrows slightly furrow. 

He looks cute when he’s confused. 

I know I did NOT just think that.

Klaus’ confused look drops when his eyes move from my shoulder to the rest of my body, more exactly, my dress. His eyes narrow for a moment before they seem to lose their brightness and then darken. It’s my turn to be confused as I watch his features turn into ones of anger as his jaw clenches and he practically glares at me. I can’t stand to look at him so I quickly turn back to Alastair who is now drinking a beer.

“Your boss really hates me doesn’t he?”

I quickly step back as Alastair chokes and spits out his beer. 

“Dude what the hell?!”

“Sorry,” Alastair coughs out loudly and he quickly wipes his face with his sleeve. 

“Your first time drinking or what,” I ask him and he looks up at me and sighs deeply.

“You two stress me out so fucking much.”

I fight back the urge to hit this bitch, “Really! You’re the one stalking me, and yet I stress you out?!”

Alastair stands to his full height and then pinches the bridge of his nose, “You’re blind and he’s stubborn!”

“I’m not blind!”

“Yes, you are!”

“Alright, asshat! Blind about what?!”

Alastair begins to open his mouth.

“Alastair,” A short dark-skinned woman in a black dress yells to him as she approaches us. She glances at me wearily for a moment before looking back to the vampire, “Klaus wants you inside…now.”

I turn and look back over to where Klaus and Stefan were once standing but they’re gone. I look back to Alastair and he gives a bitch face to the girl and then turns back to me.

“I’ll see you later,” Alastair turns around to follow the girl but then stops and looks over his shoulder at me, “You look beautiful by the way.”

—

“Y/n?”

I whip around and let out a sigh of relief when I see Bonnie standing by a keg holding a red solo cup. My relief is instantly gone though when I see the scared look on her face.

“Bonnie, what’s wrong,” I walk up to her and she quickly grabs my hand. She eyes the icepack that I’m holding to my shoulder for a moment but shakes her head.

“What are you doing here?! You’re supposed to be at home!”

I frown at my friend’s anxious tone, “Theo made me come. Tyler texted him saying Caroline needed me to come so badly.”

Bonnie’s frown somehow deepens even more, “What are you talking about? When did this happen?”

I shake my head, “Uhh, I’m not sure maybe like 2 hours ago.”

Bonnie stares at me for a moment, “Caroline didn’t ask you to come, Y/n.”

“What the hell are you talking about Bonnie? Tyler said she did.”

Bonnie’s worried expression makes my hands start to shake.

“What’s going on Bonnie? You’re starting to freak me out.”

Bonnie walks closer to me and leans in, “Caroline wouldn’t have told Tyler to have you come. I told her 3 hours ago that you needed to stay as far away from here tonight as you possibly could.”

My eyes narrow at Bonnie’s quiet words, “Why Bonnie? What’s going on? Klaus is here I know that. Does it have something to do with him?”

“There’s no time to explain. You said Theo is here as well?”

I nod. 

“Where?”

I shake my head, “That’s what I’m trying to find out.”

Bonnie sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. I’m really just stressing everyone out tonight, aren’t I?

“You need to find him and leave, now!”

Before I have a chance to ask any more questions Bonnie quickly leaves and I groan in annoyance.

—

I’ve been searching for my brother all over this stupid mansion and have come up with nothing. I passed some of his friends who told me Theo was trying to find me so somehow we just keep missing each other. 

A cold liquid drips down my chest and I shiver. The culprit is the makeshift ice pack that is now completely melted and dripping down my chest. Fantastic. 

I make my way through the living room of the Lockwoods and walk through the hall trying to find the kitchen. As I turn the corner, I let out a huff as I’m knocked into someone.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t-”

Blue eyes narrow into mine.

“Of course, it’s you,” I growl out at the Hybrid.

“Pleasure to see you again as well, Princess,” Klaus’ snarky words make me bite back a growl as we glare at each other.  

With a roll of my eyes, I go to move around him but a hand on my arm sends shocks through me. I look down and see Klaus’ hand grabbing my upper arm, Klaus’ who seems to have realized what he just did brings his hand back down to his side quickly.

“What,” I snarl at the man who stands only a few inches away from me. Making it hard not to breathe in his woodsy scent.

Klaus stares at me for a moment as if he’s trying to think of what to say and for a moment I think he’s just going to walk away. Or kill me. He could kill me as well.

“Your shoulder…what happened?”

I’m taken aback, not just by his question, but by his tone. Where I’m usually met with his usual snark, this time he sounds almost, not mean???

“Why? Want to push a finger into my scar to make me hurt some more,” I jab back and the man rolls his eyes.

“You may not believe this but I don’t take pleasure in seeing you in any pain.”

Klaus looks down at me and then at my scar and for a moment I think he might actually mean it.

“I got shot,” I say and look away from him and to my nails, “Not that it’s any of your business.”

I can see Klaus narrow his eyes from my peripheral, “You got shot?”

I turn and deadpan him, “Is that not what I said? Anyway, I’m fine now. Doc says I’m the fastest healer he’s ever seen.”

I don’t know why I told him that last part. But as I stare at the man I feel a bit of confusion when something unreadable flashes in his eyes.

“Is that so?”

I nod to his odd tone. Klaus just eyes me and I try to ignore the weird feeling that builds in my stomach as we stand there watching one another. 

“Mister Klaus?”

A low growl leaving Klaus’ mouth startles me. He turns and glares at the short woman who interrupted Alastair and I before. 

 “What,” Klaus practically snarls at the woman and I feel bad for her as she starts to shake.

“Someone named Mikael is here to see you,” The girl pretty much whimpers and I let in a deep breath at the mention of the asshole Original. 

My eyes go wide in fear as I look at Klaus waiting for his reaction. I expect to see fear on his face, but instead, he almost seems excited.

“Great. Wouldn’t want to leave him waiting then. Would we?”

The woman walks away and Klaus buttons up his suit jacket.

“Mikael’s here?”

My question quickly gains Klaus’ attention as he looks at me oddly.

“Isn’t this what you and your little friends planned?”

At his accusation, I glare at him, “You don’t know this about me Klaus, or actually anything about me, but let me make one thing clear. I will never and have never taken part in helping some abusive asshole. So I don’t know what you think my friends are planning, but I had no part in any of it.”

Klaus’ gaze softens for a moment and changes into an unreadable expression. Certainly, one I’ve never seen on him before. I find myself freezing when he reaches his hand up. I hold in a breath waiting for him to rip off my head for bitching at him but frown when all he does is grab a stray hair of mine and place it behind my ear. His touch lingers on my hair for a moment before he practically jumps away from me. 

“I believe you,” He says to me and I raise an eyebrow at him.

“I don’t care if you believe me or not.”

Klaus just lets out a sigh and turns away down the hall. He doesn’t get far because he turns around and his eyes go back to my dress.

“Did I tell you how you look tonight?”

I raise an eyebrow and place a hand on my hip, “I’m excited to hear whatever insult you have for me.”

Klaus just smirks, “Damning. You look damning Y/n Y/l/n.”

I stand there speechless as Klaus gives me one last look before he exits the hallway. 

“Nerd! There you are,” Theo jumps into my view, shocking me. He narrows his eyes at me.

“Are you having an allergic reaction?”

I frown and shake my head, “No? Why would you ask that?”

Theo raises his hand and then puts it in my face, “Cause your entire face is like REALLY fucking red.”

My eyes widen and I clear my throat, “I’m fine.’’

Theo thankfully just shrugs his shoulders and smiles, “Great! Let’s blow this popsicle stand.”

[yawnderu]

Monster | Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

AU! where Simon gives in to the violent sexual fantasies he has after Roba tortures him.

CW: noncon, darkfic, mind break, forced deepthroat, forced penetration, face slapping, tit slapping, rough sex, give in.

You yawned as you walked back home, half-lidded eyes looking down at your phone. 3:28AM, yet you ended the workday with plenty of tips from your little show and managed to leave earlier. You clutch your bag of singular euro bills, glancing behind you to make sure no man from the strip club was following you. Your mind rests at peace once you realize the street is fully empty.

''Fucking hell…'' You mutter softly, hand running through your hair as you open the door to your house, the alcohol and lack of sleep from the previous day catching up to you while you struggle to put the key inside. You manage to open the door, another yawn coming out of your lips as you walk inside, so, so, so close to closing the door behind you before it slams back into you, a pair of skull gloved hands pushing you back inside by the hair, his other hand closing the door behind.

''Get in, you fuckin' bitch.'' You didn't even have time to scream before he was onto you, pushing you into the couch roughly and in the midst of your struggle, you were able to see more of him. A black balaclava was covering his face, eye black tainting all over his eyes, cheeks and forehead, and those eyes… were haunting, to say the least. You could see pure madness and fury in them, yet you don't recognize them.

''If you're gonna fuckin' tease me…'' He started, ignoring your cries and pleas, begging him to stop whatever he was going to do. His fingers yanked your hair, forcing you to look up at him while your much smaller body sat helplessly on the couch, limbs in an awkward position after being forced to sit there.

''My parents are going to be home soon—'' Your sentence gets interrupted by a harsh slap on the cheek, the sound echoing all over the walls that will eventually see your demise.

''No, they fuckin' won't. I know you live alone, love.'' An amused chuckle escapes his lips as he sees the panic setting in your eyes, his hands undoing his belt as all you can do is cry, tears staining your vision and falling down your cheeks as you realize just in how much trouble you're in.

In a lapse of judgement and perhaps hope, you dare get up and try to dash for the door, and you're so close— hand on the doorknob before you're yanked back by the hair, a harsh slap being gifted to your cheek as he pushes you back onto the couch, easily removing the skimpy shirt you were wearing to reveal your chest.

''Push your tits out, come on.'' The way he's looking at you is like a predator stalking its prey, ready to pounce, so you obey. Your back arches as you push your tits out, whining and sobbing more as he started slapping them.

''That's it.'' He muttered between clenched teeth; the leather skull gloves he's wearing just making the impact even more painful. You watch with panic as he lowers his pants, hooking them right underneath his balls. He's massive— not only in length but in girth, a 9-incher covered in veins, the angry red tip seen slightly from the foreskin covering it as he angles it up to your sealed lips.

''Open your fuckin' mouth.'' He gives you a warning look and you eventually relent, glancing at the knife holster on his thigh, knowing he can easily hurt you even worse if he wanted to. His leg rests on the side of your face, leg resting on the couch as he begins to put his dick inside your mouth, gagging sounds escaping you the deeper he goes, yet it doesn't seem to bother him.

''Eat that fucking dick.'' He whispers, thrusting in and out of your mouth while holding onto your hair, guiding your head to jerk himself off with your throat. Your face is a mess of tears, snot, spit, and ruined makeup, making the scene all the more erotic for his twisted, screwed up mind.

You try your best not to throw up, silently thankful that you didn't eat much that day after being in a rush to get to work. The way his fat cock keeps slamming down hurts like a motherfucker, bruising the back of your throat with ease, but you still try not to gag too much in fear of puking down his cock.

He pulls out for a second, giving your cheek another hard slap before forcing you to lay on the couch, legs out of it while he removes your panties, leaving your dry cunt exposed. He positions himself on his knees between your legs, twisting the fabric of your skirt just enough to be able to spit on your pussy and line himself up.

''Please— please don't.'' Your pathetic cries are music to Simon's ears, his tortured mind finally feeling at peace when he covers your mouth and slams into you with one thrust. You scream into his hand, the sound muffled as he begins to move in and out, looking down at the way your cunt is swallowing him up.

''Your parents— bet they know you're a little slag.'' His voice is even deeper and more strained now that he's fucking into your cunt, his hand hesitantly moving away from your lips after giving you a warning look. You cry and whimper, small meaningless words that don't even register in his head as his hips slam back into you.

''Little fuckin' trash tart like you? They already knew you were gonna grow to be a whore.'' His movements are rough and unrelenting, the grip on your hips keeping you in place as he pounds into you with primal hunger. Despite the pain, your body is responding to the stimulation of his cock slamming into the perfect spot, slowly lubricating your cunt against your will.

''Look at you!'' He says with a small chuckle, pulling out while holding his dick with one gloved hand, pulling down his foreskin slightly to rub the tip of his dick all over your wetness.

''No—'' You cry out and he gets louder.

''Look! Fuckin' scooping your cum up.'' He scoops your wetness on the tip of his dick, rubbing it up and down before he starts to go back inside you, with a gentleness that lasts a second before he's buried all the way inside your wet, needy cunt.

''Little fucking prostitute, aren't you?'' He ignores the way you cry out ''no'' repeatedly and beg him to stop, thrusts becoming faster and more forceful, the sound of skin slapping against skin filing the room, the smell of sex and your whiny moans hanging heavy in the room as Ghost ravages you mercilessly.

He pulls out of you enough to put you in all fours on the couch, his big hand forcing your back to arch as much as possible before he slams himself back inside, hitting all the right places. You bite your lip as you try your best not to scream or moan, your body betraying you the more he fucks you with his stupidly big dick.

''I can help you— be your little pimp... sell you to all my friends.'' He's a big, burly man, too big for you to handle, you can't even imagine taking more than anyone half his size at this point, cunt abused and leaking with a mix of your own juices and his precum.

''Then we'll take turns fucking you.'' Every single one of his thrusts drives you closer to the edge against your will, his control over your movements unyielding.

''You're just a fucktoy. A piece of meat for men to use.'' His gloved hands open your asscheeks as he looks at the way his massive cock is disappearing into you, lips grasping around it for dear life.

''You're lucky I'm not fucking your ass. That's for next time. Fuckin' ass-rape you, yeah?'' You cry louder at the threat, hissing in a mix of pain and pleasure as he fucks you, hands now going to your ass while he keeps thrusting in and out, sharp spanks delivered onto your plump ass, making you whine even louder. You're trying to resist, but he's fucking you so good it's hard to grasp at the little sanity you have left. He pulls all the way out before slamming himself back in.

''Does it hurt your little pussy?'' He asked sarcastically, tone laced with fake pity while his grunts mix with your moans, the intensity of his thrusts leaving you both breathless. There's no tenderness in the way he fucks you, only a raw need of release.

''Please—'' You plead, yet you don't even know what you're begging for. For him to stop? To go faster? Everything is hazy, your mind being destroyed the same way your squelching cunt is.

''Cum as much as you want, love.'' He whispered and you scoffed, earning you another hard slap on the ass.

''Fuck you.'' You spit out and he chuckles, an eyebrow raised under the black balaclava.

''Fuck me?'' He asks, a bruising hold on your hips as he slams deeper and harder. You nod your head, soft whimpers escaping your lips.

''Yeah.'' You confirm, trying your best not to moan at the way his cock keeps touching all your nerves in the right places, cunt juice leaking down your thighs.

''Fuck me?'' He asks again, more irritated as his thrusts halt for a second. ''Yeah- Fu— fuuuck!'' Your words are interrupted as he fucks you faster, dick slipping out before being slammed back in at an unlawful pace.

'''s what I thought.'' You can tell he thinks he's hot shit simply by his cocky tone, enjoying this little game he's playing with you.

''You let anyone with a big cock fuck you like this?'' He taunts, trying to get in your head, and you let him. You desperately nod your head, and even if it's not exactly true... it's not embarrassing if you're shameless.

''Fuck yourself on my cock.'' He commands, his hips stopping all movement and you obey, like a leashed dog. Your hips push back on his cock but it's not enough no matter how fast you go, lewd moans and whines escaping your lips as you're desperate for release.

''Faster, baby... make yourself cum or I'll hurt you real bad.'' You hear the sound of sharp metal being removed from its holster and panic quickly settles in, making you slam yourself down faster and harder on his dick— not good enough for his taste. You feel the tip of the knife sliding down your spine and you stop, scared of accidentally cutting yourself.

He pushes you off his cock, making you land on your chest as he gets in a prone position, holding his bodyweight up with one hand as he leans closer to you.

''Need some help?'' His husky voice whispers, the chuckle afterwards making you sick. He wants you to admit defeat verbally, already knowing what you want, yet you're still as stubborn as a mule.

''Fuck you.'' You mutter softly and another chuckle comes out of him, lining himself back up to your cunt as your hands clench the sheets, relief painted on your face when you hear the knife go back to its holster. He slides himself back inside at an agonizing pace, hips halting once he's all the way inside.

''Just say the word and I'll fuck you stupid.'' He whispers softly, hips circling against your ass slowly making you even more desperate. You whine out, tears staining your eyes again, this time out of desperation rather than fear and resistance.

''F-fuck... please fuck me.'' You whisper out and he gives you another deep thrust, hips stopping again as you cry out in desperation.

''Sorry? Didn't catch that one, doll.'' Fuck him. Fuck him and his stupidly nice dick. You throw your pride aside, wanting to get this over with.

''Please fuck me.'' You say louder, grimacing at your pathetic cock-drunk voice, yet he listens to you for the first time. He resumes his brutal pace, ravaging you with no care, the line between pleasure and pain blurs out as he uses you for his own pleasure, dominance overpowering any sense of morality and gentleness.

''T-too hard...'' You cry out when he grabs your arms, getting on his knees while he uses your arched body to fuck himself into you. If you're complaining about it, he'll just give it to you faster.

''Shit— s-slow the fuck down...'' His grunts mix with your moans, the intensity of his thrusts driving you closer and closer to the edge while your cunt gets used and abused.

''Cum with me.'' He grunts out, balls slamming against your clit with each hard thrust, control slipping away from both of you as you're reduced to nothing but a groaning mess united as one, bodies tensing up as your vision is overcome by white, reaching what seems to be your most intense orgasm. Your vision goes dark as he covers your eyes and you can feel a pair of lips kissing your shoulder, moaning lowly without any restraints as he releases all the way inside your cunt.

''Takin' my cock so well...'' He whispers, kissing the side of your head before slowly pulling out of you. When you look back up at him, the mask is covering his face again. You close your eyes, head leaning back on the mattress as exhaustion catches up to you, not registering the way he carries you in his arms to the shower to get rid of the evidence.

[mysumeow]

. . . ꒰ FOUND WOUNDED

Warnings: afab genitalia, gender neutral pronouns. PIV unprotected sex, Lilia takes a dominant role throughout the smut, hair pulling (reader giving), overstimulation (reader receiving), cunnilingus. not proofread it is what it is.

Summary: Out of the kindness of your heart —and naivety mixed in— you nurse back to health the injured fae you came across with in the forest.

Word count: 3.7k

A/N: if you find a mistake just ➖➖ close your eyes like that and pretend you dont see it. my contribution for general lilia lovers (myself included💗)

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ♡ 🌷 . . KOFI | NEXT

At first, General Lilia was like a feral cat when you tried to get close to him.

Injured and almost unconscious; that was how you had found him. A gaping wound on his abdomen. Regardless of his blurry vision, he could still make out the smell of a human.

Thus, through deep breaths and pained winces, he demanded that you not come closer. Those demands were accompanied by curses and hisses, of course.

Perhaps you were naive or had no sense of self-preservation, or both, because despite his refusal to receive aid, you carried him on your back.

Had the fae been in better condition, you wouldn't have made one step forward without some inconvenience happening.

Lilia's first instinct, when he awoke the next day, was to attempt to flee before you realized he was up. Granted, the pain from recent battle wounds sliced through his being, rendering him to fall back on the bed.

His heartbeat picked up once he saw you walking into the room, kicking the door shut, and carrying breakfast in your hands.

The fae's words were nothing short of disdainful, accompanied by threats.

You were aware of the complex human-fae relationships and weren't surprised by his outburst. Instead, you ignored his empty words, left the breakfast on the little nightstand next to the bed, and left.

Although the general wasn't pleased at the fact you dismissed his words as if he were blabbering, he himself knew he wouldn't hurt a defenseless human like yourself. He's willing to turn a blind eye to those that aren't part of the Silver Owl's; after all, you weren't an immediate threat to him.

He sighed, turning to look at the source of the appealing aroma on the nightstand.

He wasn't that hungry, right? He could just wait a while longer, just to establish a sense of power over you—he didn't need you as much as you thought he did.

The grumbling from his stomach made his thoughts pause.

By lunch time, you decided it was a reasonable idea to check back on the fae you rescued yesterday.

The plate was clean, as you expected.

Without sharing another word, you gathered the plate and the utensils to head back to the kitchen, until the fae’s low voice and dry manner of speaking interrupted you.

“You know our kind have had conflicts of interest, right?” You couldn’t identify any sort of hostility or ill-intent from him when he spoke his mind.

“I...” You stopped to wonder if you actually considered that detail when you decided to bring this stranger into the safety of your home. “I wouldn’t be able to turn my back on someone who’s about to die,”

Lilia stared at you; you couldn’t discern how he took the comment.

“Hmph,” he said, crossing his arms. “You humans underestimate faes. I’ve survived worse wounds. This is nothing in comparison.”

“Yeah, yeah. You're, oh, so dangerous, and I'm, oh, so fragile. Please don’t kill me, Mr. Fae,” you feigned a squeakier voice. You reveled in amusement at his displeased expression. Suddenly, you realized you didn’t even know his name. “By the way, I don’t know what to call you.”

For a moment, Lilia considered not telling you. He would flee this place as soon as he could, so what was the point? He reasoned. Despite that, he figured that you would be more fearful of him if he revealed his name, as everyone knew the title that was accompanied by it.

“Or do you want me to keep calling you Mr. Fae?” You kept poking fun at him.

“I’m Lilia Vanrouge. Does the name ring any bells to you?”

You stopped for a moment to think.

“To be honest, no.”

Lilia wondered how you were still alive at this point, being so detached from the current events going on. You had just enough information to know about the war that was going on.

Unbelievable. He shook his head before looking down at the bandages wrapped around his lower abdomen.

The dull pain that comes from wounds was still present, albeit less than yesterday. He made an effort to sit up on the bed and undid the bandages, wanting to check the wound. If he applied less strength than usual, the sting was bearable.

You stitched his lesion while he was unconscious. Even though your work was decent, he couldn’t help but wish there were fairies nearby who could speed up the healing process. He couldn’t stop thinking back on his troops, the princess, his kind—they needed him right now.

Lilia’s troubled pondering stopped when you came back.

“I was just about to ask how you were feeling. The stitches haven’t opened, right?” You dabbed the rag into the water, looking to use the piece of cloth to clean up any dirt or blood that might’ve been left over from the prior day.

“Halt, human,” he tried to scurry away, flustered. “I can do it myself. I managed to eat on my own. I don’t need your help. Wait outside,”

“Okay, but you still should clean the rest of your body. I thought I could help you walk to the bathroom so you can use the shower,” you said, placing a hand on your chin. “Will you be able to reach your back? Bend enough to clean your legs?”

Lilia narrowed his eyes, partly out of suspicion. “If I were you, I’d be more cautious of a stranger,” he sighed. “I’ll allow you to help me clean my back. The rest, I can manage. Try anything funny, and I’ll make sure you’ll regret it,”

“Anything funny? You mean killing you? Do you think I would go to these lengths just to murder you?”

“My point stands.”

You guided the fae towards your bathroom; you left him alone so he could undress and wash what he could without your help. Once he was done, he called to you, where he was waiting, sitting on the wooden bathroom’s stool with a towel wrapped around his hips.

He didn’t acknowledge you entering; he just sat there in silence, waiting for you to pour water on his scarred back. Some scars were new, some were old, and others were fading.

His ears flicked when he heard you sit behind him.

The session was…awkward, to say the least. You both were quiet, and you wondered what he was thinking about during his silence. You resisted the urge to trace the scars on his back. You surmised that it must be a sensitive topic for him. You knew about the hardships of war, but having a glimpse of the surface of them awakened a sense of pity for him.

You slid the rag along his back. Albeit having a thin frame, there was some tonification...

He shivered, interrupting both your train of thoughts and your languid movements.

“You done?” he asked, looking at you over his shoulder.

“Yes,” you answered curtly, ashamed of yourself for allowing your mind to wander that much.

From then on, having the general living under the same roof was...an experience. To you, he seemed to have some sort of internal conflict when speaking to you; sometimes, he would speak in a kinder way, and at other times, he would go back to his withdrawn and indifferent attitude.

Like he was afraid of getting too attached soon.

You would tease him, proclaiming that he had developed a soft spot for you. He would either roll his eyes, huff, or deny, until he stopped paying attention to your “pointless ramblings” (as he called them). You couldn’t help but find amusement at the idea of this fae getting tired of your teasing and preferring to ignore them.

Of course, the general would rather die than admit his days in relative leisure with you were quite endearing—he wouldn’t admit his true feelings to himself either—as having someone looking out for you was a change of pace for his days of solitude. Solitude comes in the form of having no one else but himself to rely on.

For a human such as yourself to be selfless enough to nurse him back to health, even if not necessary until a certain point, made you stand out over the rest of the past human interactions he’d experienced.

Avarice and thoughtlessness were, after all, the reasons why the fae clashed with humanity.

Alack, he couldn’t stay here with you for the rest of his life.

Basking in the last rays of sunlight, sitting on the fresh grass as you shared a meal, you didn’t expect Lilia to have a gloomy expression.

“You’re going back to your military camp?”

“The war isn’t over yet. I’ve wasted enough time waiting for my wounds to heal,” Absentmindedly, his hands hovered over where the gaping wound once was. “You’ve been…”

“Hm?” You directed your focus to him, expecting him to finish his sentence while you munched on a slice of bread.

“I’ll give it to you. You’ve been helpful, but also annoying. I wouldn’t have imagined someone to have the ability to both heal and damage someone at the same time,” he took a sip of the tea and turned his head away in agitation.

“Would it hurt too much to just say ‘thank you’?” You rolled your eyes.

“Thank you,” he agreed, so you would drop the topic.

The sun had long since set, the single light source coming from your home. Lilia gave one last glance at your profile, noticing you were deep in thought.

He opened his mouth to tell you he was going inside again. Then he closed it again, thinking maybe you didn’t want to be disturbed by whatever you were reflecting on.

For the past few weeks, stress over how his troops were doing has built up. The general couldn’t wait any longer to go back to them.

He departed that same night.

Lilia took a quick look at the bedroom he has been staying in, checking if there was anything he should take with him before departing.

Alongside his mask, he wielded his magical lithic with practiced ease. 

He placed a hand on the window and pulled the lower panel up to open it. With a foot already on the windowsill, he hesitated.

I haven’t said goodbye to...

Almost as if driven by instinct, he went back to the living room, where he last saw you a couple of hours before.

At first, he didn’t see you. He rationalized that you were in your bedroom now; however, a soft snore made him realize that wasn’t the case.

Sprawled on the couch. Blanket on the floor. Your head is almost falling off the edge of said furniture.

That’s how he found you sleeping.

He deadpanned, reaching down towards the blanket on the floor and draping it over your sleeping form.

Did Lilia feel at fault that he didn’t get to say goodbye? Yes. Nevertheless, the fae was set on answering the call of his obligations before letting himself realize it.

Being a proper general like him, he located the camp with ease. Every single one of his comrades celebrated his return.

Now, this was an environment he was used to. It felt right; this was what he was familiar with.

And despite that, he couldn’t shake you off his thoughts. Not even the next day.

His mind kept reeling back on the idea of heading towards your small cottage to apologize.

Lilia groaned in frustration, turning around on the makeshift bed inside his tent. He stared at the walls, asking himself if it made sense for him to have these feelings.

Humans are weak. I should check on that human. Yeah, that’s it. That human is clumsy.

While putting on his armor and tying the knots in their places, he couldn’t believe himself—he was going back just to see you.

It was past midnight. Perhaps it wasn’t the best time to go see you, but he hoped you were up. He remembered that you tend to stay up past that hour.

He found himself smiling fondly at the memory before his smile dropped at the smell of smoke and fire in the distance.

With a racing heart, Lilia hurried to where he knew your home was.

Engulfed by fire.

The orange embers reflected on Lilia’s eyes as he gawked at the unbelievable sight. Soon, his attention was brought back to unknown faces inspecting around the perimeter. He identified the silver armor, and Lilia didn’t waste any more time acting.

“The general!” One of them shouted, the others unsheathed their swords, and they prepared to attack.

By the sound of it, Lilia supposed that this was an ambush, since it appeared that they were after him and set the house on fire to have a better chance of hunting him down.

“Where’s the human?!” Lilia demanded, pushing the lithic blade against the soldier he trapped.

“Calcinated, perhaps,” he spat.

As she was about to slice him open, something stopped Lilia.

With a hand on his arm, you managed to halt his movements. Had you come any later, the soldier would’ve had his neck chopped.

You didn’t give him a chance to question you; rather, you pulled him away from the burning place and into the forest.

To say the fae was speechless was a way to put it—he was baffled. Up until a certain moment, he managed to regain his composure and grab you by the shoulders.

“Why didn’t you let me end him?!” He shook you. “You allowed those pesky pests to get away with it!”

“Lilia—”

“What?!”

“You’re digging your nails. It hurts.”

His arms dropped back to his sides, as if you were scalding hot.

“Now what’re you going to do? Your home…”

“I have no other choice other than traveling back to town.”

“Alone? In the middle of a war? You’re lucky enough I was willing to spare you, but I can’t guarantee other faes will do the same,” Again, his hands were on you. “You’re coming with me,”

Your mind stalled.

“Huh?” You followed him when he began heading in a direction only he knew where it ended. “Are you accompanying me towards the town?”

“Do I look like someone who has that much time to spare?” He squeezed your hand more. “I’ll take you to my camp,”

You stopped walking, pulling on his hand.

“You can’t be serious. Aren’t they going to kill me?”

“Dare anyone lay a hand on you, I’ll return the action tenfold.”

“How are you so sure they won’t dare hurt me?”

“Because I’m their general.”

“So, when were you planning on telling me that minuscule detail?” Your voice became increasingly louder as you spoke from shock. “That all this time, I’ve had the general in my home?!”

“You’re going to attract an enemy’s attention. Shut up,” he said, covering your mouth with his hand. “Let’s get going,”

You managed to escape unscathed from the fire but were exhausted from the stress of having to flee. You hugged yourself while you followed the general, fending off the chill of the night that was starting to seep into your being.

There was someone waiting by the camp’s entrance, and Lilia knew who that was.

“General, there you are!” The man’s green eyes fixed on you; sheer disdain reflected on them upon seeing you. “What’s that human doing here? They didn’t harm you, right?!”

“Quiet, Baur! This human is coming with me,” Lilia looked at you for a second. “This person is... who found me wounded back then,”

It seemed as if Lilia had mentioned you to this fae named Baur before your meeting.

“I trust you’ll keep this a secret. If the soldiers ask why this human is with us, tell them that they’re being held hostage to aid with manual labor,” Lilia had made up his mind. There was no way he would let you dive into danger.

“General… I trust your judgment above all, but—”

“My decision isn’t up for debate.”

Baur shifted his gaze back on you, unconvinced of the general’s judgment. Regardless, he recognized his position and didn’t object further.

You were drowsy. You didn’t notice you followed Lilia into his tent.

Lilia, too, occupied with his own musings, didn’t bat an eye at the arrangement.

"It would be a better idea if—" he turned around and saw you had already made yourself comfortable on his bed. You had shrugged your coat off in a messy manner, one sleeve still up your shoulder.

Acting out what felt natural, he kneeled on the makeshift mattress and finished pulling the sleeve off your body. Then he grabbed the blanket to place it over you, but you stopped him by putting your hand on his cheek.

"You look tired too," you noted with a whisper.

"Not more than you."

"My body's exhausted, but my mind's wide awake still," You moved your hand away from his cheek and reached behind him to slide the hair tie off. His ponytail became undone, locks of hair falling on either side of his face.

His hand snatched yours, albeit his face was flushed and his ears red. He held your gaze, bodies rising in temperature, until he couldn’t hold it anymore and leaned down to kiss you. It started as a vehement desire to demonstrate the feelings bottled up inside.

You weren’t faring any better, hugging him close to you despite how his fangs would bite down on your lip, almost drawing blood from his eagerness. Lilia rested his weight atop yours, pinning you down against the bed, hands wandering around your torso and squeezing what he could.

Breathless, Lilia pulled away, panting, his fangs peeking.

Intrigued by their shape, your thumb touched the pointy edge, feeling its puncture on the surface.

“Your fangs. They’re very sharp,” Your thumb moved away from the impressive canine teeth, preferring to graze it across his reddened bottom lip.

“Keep touching me like that, and I’ll use them to leave marks on that pretty neck of yours.”

You swiped your finger over his lip again.

His hand went straight to your head and pulled to expose your neck; a soft mewl escaped you. In no time, restless hands undid each other’s clothes in a haze. Lilia reminded you to avoid waking up the slumbering soldiers with your constant moans.

Had his mouth not been occupied slurping and sucking your clit, he would’ve had to control his voice too; Lilia had told you to get on top of him, baring your pussy in the most vulnerable way possible by placing your knees on either side of his head. You started by trying to not suffocate him, fearing that it might be too much—Lilia couldn’t care any less about that since he pulled you closer by your hips.

Sloppy—the very image of starving and making a mess between your legs. He guided your hips to move in backward and forward motions, just making it harder for you to quiet down. 

“Lilia,” you tried to warn him of your approaching orgasm.

One hand tightened on your hips when he sensed you trying to get off, while the other slid up the small of your back to push you forward, making it easier for him to reach your clit.

“I’m going to cum, Lilia. Please,” You weren’t even sure what you were asking for, but your hips trembled, and you didn't want that satisfaction to end.

You bit down on your hand to silence yourself when you reached your climax.

However, Lilia’s hunger wasn’t satiated. You felt as if he was about to pounce on you, which wasn’t far-fetched, because he proceeded to change positions and push you on your back.

You couldn’t hold back your whimpers as Lilia kept teasing your sensitive clit, trying to tell him you were still coming down from your orgasm, but your own mind betrayed you. Lilia’s grin was fiendish, adoring the way you were so responsive to him.

“That was all it took to get this pussy this drenched?” He fingered your hole, and beyond indecent sounds came from there. “Listen to that. You’re beyond soaked. Even the insides of your thighs are covered with your cum. Didn’t you enjoy that a little too much?” he teased.

“F-Fuck, shut up,” your cheeks burned from embarrassment.

He wasn’t better off himself either. Beads of precum both roll down his dick and drip on your thigh. With the same hand he masturbated you with, he used your slick to further lubricate his cock, even if it wasn’t necessary given how wet you were.

He aligned it with your entrance and pushed in, panting from how good you felt to him. The moment he was completely inside, he began thrusting with unparalleled pace. You bit your lip, along with teary eyes, making your best attempt at keeping your voice down. Lilia noticed you struggling and bent down to shut you up with his own lips. For that instance, the tempo staggered but was still thrusting hard.

Through your foggy mind, you wondered how such a slim body like his was able to muster this much force at such a rapid pace. How a fae with a pretty and charming face like his could be this debauched...

“Ah…” he moaned against your neck, hunger overriding any sense of rationality. Lilia hid his face in your neck, licking and kissing it.

Without you needing to tell him, the general busied his hand with your clit again, pushing you closer to an orgasm. At this point, he went back to that sloppy tempo, and your hands darted to his disheveled hair, tugging those lovely locks of magenta and black hair. You tugged slightly harder without you discerning as you orgasmed, your body quivering from the intensity of the climax. A small grunt left him and came shortly after you.

After a while of catching his breath, he pulled away and lied down next to you.

“You’re lucky these soldiers are heavy sleepers, and my tent isn’t close to theirs.”

You covered your face, realizing that you were basically surrounded by more faes. “I don’t want to show my face to them,”

Essentially, the soldiers were heavy sleepers thanks to the weariness of having to train early in the day, do manual work, fight, run up and down the mountain, and everything else. They didn’t hear a thing. As for Baur, however...

[hpgal]

DC x DP : Those Glowing Green Eyes

CW: Blood, Gunshot Wounds, Violence

TLDR: Danny is on the run from the GIW and ends up in Gotham heavily injured where he gets found by a gun wielding vigilante.

Word Count: 2313

Everything hurts.

But when did it not?

But this time it wasn’t just injury number 67942 causing these aches and pains, though it did contribute to it. The mental anguish of being ran out of my own home and turned away by those I loved. Because I was a ghost. That pain was worse than the wound in my side.

Now the GIW is chasing me across the country and my last scuffle with them left me hurt worse than ever. They’ve been pushing hard this time around, new toys, more numbers. It was ridiculous. Seeing my own family there made me hesitate when they jumped me too. I didn’t react, just stared in horror as my own mother aimed a gun at me and my own father cheered her on.

Despite it all, I am still convinced there is hope. That there was. But when she pulled that trigger, all hope was gone. 

Now, that leads me to the present. Somehow I escaped and now was walking around with a gunshot wound in my side, a bum wrist and I think a head wound in an unknown city. Thank The Ancients for the luck I had with a portal to The Ghost Zone being nearby. I fell through it but had to immediately find another door to the mortal realm when I saw Vlad nearby, who has also been hunting me since this began. 

So here I am, in a dark, dank city. The ectoplasm here is toxic as hell and tastes like multiple smokers' houses smashed together and death. Night was falling and it got cold here fast. That could just be my core or it could be that I am slowly bleeding out. That was unclear at the moment.

Either way, I walked the street looking for shelter, mostly ignored by others or simply stared at. Honestly, I did not mind, I didn’t want the attention. Even with the toxic ectoplasm here I could heal up quickly and bounce back to the Ghost Zone to expel the toxicity of it with the help of the feeder ghosts and be good as new. It was abundant here, not nearly as much as Amity Park but it was a close second. That little fact told me this city reeked of death which meant it was probably also dangerous.

Maybe once this whole my parents and the government trying to murder me passes, I could come back here and purge the toxic ectoplasm as Ghost King. Because that is the only thing left for me to do, become Ghost King since my human life seems to be over. I have no clue what there is left for me to do with everyone I loved and the U.S Government wanting me dead

Too bad I can’t fully exercise that power of King until I come of age next year. I could’ve resolved this and just hid in the Ghost Zone for the rest of my undead life. Vlad wouldn’t be able to touch me then. Curse my stupid half alive and half dead existence, no other ghost would’ve had to wait but the council likes to be a pain in my ass. Probably in spite of Clockwork in all honesty, I half joke to myself.

My mind reels as I think about home, my friends, even Vlad. All of them had turned overnight. Even Jazz, though she showed hesitancy at every turn. Their eyes seemed to have a tinge of red when I saw them attack me for the first time, reminding me of Freakshow and his mind control abilities. That was the only thing I could justify holding out hope. But I didn’t see that in my moms eyes this time when she shot me.

Even Vlad switched from the whole crazed rich fruit-loop routine of trying to make me his son to attempts on my life. By the Ancients, if he were there this last attack and not in the Ghost Zone, I would’ve been dead. I had no doubts about it. It was pure luck that he didn't notice me in the zone.

I grimace as I continue walking, holding my side, warm blood seeping through my white shirt and the bandages I put on it already. My vision and mind feel foggy as I turn a corner, instantly clearing for a moment when my ghost sense activates, sending a shiver down my spine, hair standing on the back of my neck.

Now?

Really?

I nearly groan both in pain and frustration at this change. I look around pissed off only to find a guy in a red helmet across the street. My entire being on edge as I see him. He didn’t look like a ghost but he gave the impression of having an association with ghosts. He had higher ectoplasm in his body than normal. Even more so than most Amity Park citizens. For a second I thought I saw the flicker of a core but just as quickly as I saw it, it goes away. 

Could he possibly be possessed?

The gears turn in my head as everything screams at me that he is bad news regardless. The moment this masked man steps towards me, I muster all the energy I can and start to run, my decision being made. There was no way I could fight in this condition. Every inch of my body, my muscles scream at me for this. My side burns and my vision is blurry at best.

I risk a glance back to see him following and pick up speed. Grateful for my inhuman abilities still being of use despite my injured state. It’d be easy to go ghost or phase through a wall on a normal day but this was not normal, even for me. There are so many ways I could lose this guy but no, I keep running, oblivious to anything except the urge to escape this new, unknown threat.

Him following me all but confirms my suspicions that he is bad news. I mean I saw those guns on his side. They could be loaded with anti-ghost bullets. I’ve been shot once today, I do not plan on doing that again. Ever. He has to be a hired gun by the GIW is the only explanation to this.

At some point in the chase, I look back to see he is managing to keep up with me, which in hindsight made so much sense with my injuries. I turn right only to find this was the wrong choice. Because of course that would be my luck today. I screech to a halt, nearly crashing to meet the dead end head on, a brick wall separating me from escaping. I lean against the wall in frustration before turning to see if he was in the alley yet.

I could just phase- ”Demon brat what have I told you about stepping in my turf?” Damnit.

I am so tired. I am trapped. I am injured. This day just freaking sucks.

I glare at him with as much intensity I can muster. If only I could use my powers, scare him away. Now that he was closer it was clear he was a human who experienced death. Not a ghost. Not a halfa like him, just a human. But if he did that then the GIW would be sure to find me again in no time. And the stranger called me a demon brat. That has to be some sort of slur to ghosts, although I am not familiar with slurs for ghosts. Is that even a thing?

I shake the thought away and focus on him. I look him up and down, taking in his appearance and movements, ready to fight back.

Despite the mask covering his face, I could feel this stranger looking at him up and down despite it being dark. Maybe his mask had some sort of night vision built into it. He was assessing and judging him. And I was doing the same to him between the glares, my superhuman night vision letting me miss nothing in this dark space.

He looked like what I imagined a human vigilante would look like. Except 10 times scarier like he wouldn’t care if he helped civilians or not. Maybe this guy was just here for an adrenaline rush or some other bullshit reason a normal human would act like this. The red mask was intimidating, he was well built and tense, ready to pounce on him like I was on him. Except he wasn’t fighting death itself right now so he for sure would win without me using powers. Maybe he is a hired gun by the GIW with how he is sizing me up.

The vigilante takes a step towards me, “Woah, woah, you're bleeding.” he seems to hesitate but I glare back up to him like a feral animal. This had to be a trick right? The care and concern in his voice wasn’t real.

I backed up against the cool brick wall behind me, sinking into a low stance, ready to jump and fight back. I let the wall support me where it could and where it couldn't, I sucked it up with gritted teeth. I had faced worse before. If I died here I’d probably become a full ghost anyways so I could haunt his ass for the rest of his life, exercising the full power of Ghost King just to be petty for the inconvenience. Serves him right for the scary vigilante routine. Too bad for him, I am scarier and I would not fall for cheap tricks.

I try to make myself as intimidating as possible. Hell, the blood seeping from my head and how ready I was to fight probably made me look like a feral, wounded, animal right now. I mean that is what everyone else thought I was anyways, right? I bare my teeth at him, my canines most definitely unnaturally pointed.

“Seriously, kid? Two can play this game.” The man takes a step closer, I watch, calculating. 

Then his eyes glowed green.

At least that had to be what happened under the mask. I felt the surge of ectoplasm being used when it happened and I snarl at him in response. This would be a harder fight than I thought. How did I miss the ectoplasm tainting him, enhancing him this way? The fact he could willingly do it meant he was trained and well versed in his abilities.

Well shit.

He seems taken aback at my response, not expecting me to not be frightened. Well tough luck buddy. “I can do that too.” I say with venom dripping off my tongue between gritted teeth, not willing to let this guy get the best of me.

I look up at what I presume are his eyes based on his mask and allow my own eyes to flare neon green, brighter than his. A show of power and dominance that some ghosts use to avoid a fight. Maybe I could avoid this fight entirely if he had the innate understanding many liminal beings had when experiencing this with or without knowing what it means. Either way it was clear he knew something.

“I have been hunted, shot, maimed, and tortured by much, much worse.” I threaten. “You do not scare me. And I sure as hell am not going to go down to a nobody like you.” My vision  continues to blur and darken at the edges as the adrenaline from the chase starts to wear down, the rapid heart rate pumping my blood much faster than I need it to be to prevent blood loss as more blood seeps from my wounds. That little trick took more energy from me than I anticipated.

The unknown man looks at me, his body language indicating he was confused and concerned. I nearly wanted to laugh but I needed all the energy in case I had to fight. “Shit.. you’re not Demon Brat. Kid,” he starts, his body relaxing ever so slightly, “you need help, let me help you.”

The man takes another step forward, holstering a pistol. When did he draw that to begin with?

I flash my eyes again, a bit weaker this time as I feel my legs start to buckle under me. No. Not now. I can’t go down now. Panic welling up inside me as I growl at him and try to steady myself against the wall.

“Go away,” I muster, throat dry, “this isn’t your problem.” I manage to say as my last attempts to get him to screw off.

The man takes another step towards him, now in arms reach, “Look, I know a doctor who might be able to help you. She-” I stumble a bit and he reaches out ready to catch me, still keeping from touching me, “Shit- kid. She won’t turn you away. She can help. She doesn’t share the identity of her patients. She treats the Bats. You can trust her if not me”

My body shakes at his words. Or maybe I was shaking the entire time. God it was so cold now. Almost as cold as being dead for real. And man do I have experience with that. My entire body felt so heavy and aches everywhere. It was almost peaceful, in a way. Except I hated how dark my vision had gotten and blurred.

Something about how he speaks and acts, I decide in my haste, wanting to not die a second time to trust him. My body relaxes, no longer ready to fight him. Was it a bad idea? Probably but I did not want to die in an alley this time. My vision darkens and the last thing I remember is falling into his arms as my answer to him.

Please help me, stranger.

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A/N: This was a fic I planned on writing but got burnt out after writing the first chapter so I figured I'd post it here, maybe it'll motivate me to continue it.

[deadpool15]

Unexpected Visitor P2.

Before I knew it, two men had just pushed me in the ground, hurting my stomach in the process causing me to scream out the first name that came to mind. “MANNY”.

Abruptly the phone call ended, I had never felt a sense of fear like this before. Not me for me though, my child. Right before Armando went to prison I wanted to tell him about the kid but too much was happening, a part of me wanting him to be involved in our life though the other part of me had to be logical and as much as it hurt, I had to let him go. Armando wasn’t the father but with the way our relationship was going he damm sure had no issue stepping up and showing me he could be.

We were huddled up and moved to another location before that fucking asshole received a call from a partner I’m guessing to move the hostages. Then we were planted in cars and boats apparently traveling to Cuba. “Are they gonna kill us?” I had completely forgotten Callie was here alongside us. I felt worse if anything, I couldn’t even reach out to hug her, I knew she needed comfort right now more than anything.

“No, sweetie we are going to be fine. Mike and Marcus are going to come for us. No one will hurt you ok?” Pushing myself closer to her to offer her a shoulder to lean on. Since, in this situation that’s all I could really do. “Look at you, mama bear giving her false hope. Already entering your mama phase and it hasn’t even started.” Looking at this asshole who had already pissed me off for yanking my locs. “It’s not false hope and last time I checked your boss gave you orders to not walk around speaking to me and my fucking family asshat. So, how about you do everyone a favor and check the perimeter, lord knows u could use the walk.”

He moves closer to push some of my hair back into place before caressing my cheekbones. I hurry and bit the shit outta his finger when he gets closer causing him to scream aloud and slap me. A gray haired man comes over to check the situation, head butting guy before sending him off to check the area leaving me. Christine sits there in tears worried for both me and Callie. Eventually, we hear noise from outside causing someone to yell out commands and we realize we are being moved. “Come on, ladies it’s your big day. Don’t let them outta your fucking sight, especially the feisty one.” Motioning towards me.

After a moment of waiting outside we notice something out of the ordinary and sadly so did our kidnappers causing one to grab my fucking hair again and push me back into this stupid gator park. Gunshots ringing straight through my ears causing pain. And then the man holding me falls, shot dead right in front of me. “O my fucking god, I think I’m gonna be sick.” Tears running down my face cloud my vision causing me to trip a couple of times trying to run away from the constant gunfire. Managing to untie the knot that had broken skin off my wrists, I immediately look for sight of Callie.

Crawling on the floor trying to find my 16-year old god daughter in the middle of an abandoned gator park is not something I thought I would be doing today. Finally, I look over and find Callie trying to run away from two men. Without a second thought, I run over towards here as fast as my body would let me. Grabbing ahold of her, causing her to shout not knowing the identity of who she believed was another attacker. “Callie, Callie stop it it’s me.” Holding onto the girl for dear life I check for any injuries. From the corner of my eye I see movement causing me to turn around while shoving Callie behind my back.

And right before I thought my life had came to an end. He appeared. Armando pushed us both behind him. Looking at me, while holding onto my arm not letting go. “Stay behind me. You gotta trust me.” Hearing those words hurt, made me realize how dangerous the situation was, maybe one of us wouldn’t make it. Fighting off a group of men while getting sliced up relentlessly, made me shriek in fear for the man I love. Grabbing Callie and pushing her towards the door as we try to run away a man pushed us back and Armando fight him off taking a knife to the shoulder. Leaving him on the ground in pain, I’m quick to grab him and try to pull him up. Before, I hear Callie scream.

Looking down all I saw was blood. Rushing down, but it wasn’t from Armando, it was me. My blood was pouring down. My vision started to become blurry and suddenly nothing was coherent. They were speaking but my brain couldn’t comprehend anything in that moment. Armando gathers his strength and looks at me, like a burst of adrenaline he shoots to quick while grabbing me with Callie’s help and moving towards the door. I soon feel us stop and look up and can make out a spec of what looks to be Armando’s face and his mouth is moving. “My baby, no..o the b-baby. Help.” And then everything fades. Trying to grab ahold of my stomach as a last resort to protect my son.

Armando

Sitting here facing off with Callie’s mom, while holding onto my girl. I watch my father and Callie plead for my life. “Go.. before I change my mind. Grabbing a hold of her I move with my father to find a boat. Before starting it up he looks at me, “Take this, head south. Don’t look back, and be good.” Smiling I look at him, thanking the world I got to know him. “That’s not your choice, detective.” Grabbing ahold of her and starting up the boat looking back at him, “take care of them.” With one last smile I nod and drive off. Seeing him for the last time.

2 weeks later…

“Manny, are you ready to watch the stars.” Hearing nothing my random little noises as my respond I smile. Grabbing ahold of my son I make my way to the patio to oversee the stars, “pretty right baby?” Hearing boots hitting the pavement I look up seeing Armando. “Ain’t got a thing on you, though baby.” Smiling while I watch him move closer to grab our son and play with him. Reminded how much I love him and our litter family. “What you thinking about, Girasol?” Pulling him closer for a kiss, staring into his eyes while running my nails through his hair. “Us, baby. Always about us.”

[rimunagenius]

Bear.

ʚ paring: Kate Martin x reader

ʚ word count: 877

ʚ warnings: RPF!! , otherwise none.

ʚ rimunagenius speaks: here’s the first one shot to the series ‘And They Were Roommates’. thought i should post this while part 4 of the series is being written…This is how Kate got her nickname ‘bear’. Hope you like it!!

One Shot

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The sound of your keys jingling, as you tried and failed to stifle any extra unnecessary sounds due to your pounding headache, made the pain ten times worse. The soft clicking of the lock even made you feel pain all the way in your ears.

You had test after test, shift after shift, and you just couldn’t wait to get home. The migraine coming on the second your second test today had started. You had fought tears all day long, your eyes burning from the resistance.

Finals week was no joke for a working college student. You had to study in between breaks and shifts at your different jobs. During any off time while the woman’s basketball team was practicing.

Finally kicking your shoes off in the middle of the living room, reminding yourself to pick them up after when ever you decide to get up so Kate won’t have to.

You don’t know how long you’d been there, lying on your couch. The relentless pain after you took the max limit of painkillers, and your migraine still wouldn’t go away. Fighting and resisting the urge to cry it out all day, in fear of being judged and the pain multiplying, you couldn’t take it. You just cried.

You were laying on your back, staring at the one spot on the ceiling you and Kate seemed to stare at whenever you were struggling while on the couch, and just cried.

You couldn’t even stop when Kate had walked through the door. “Hey, I was thinking I could make spaghetti for dinner tonight, something eas—you okay?” The concerned look on her face you couldn’t see as your vision was blurred through the actively falling tears.

At this point, you hadn’t realized you were still crying. Your head pounding so hard you couldn’t even feel them anymore. “Hey, sunshine? Are you okay?” Kate approached slowly, crouching down next to you. She moved hair out of your face, you instantly leaning into her touch.

“My head hurts…so fucking bad. I can’t…make it stop.” You talked quietly, in fear of hearing your own voice will make the pain worse.

Kate wiped the tears that were still falling, knowing how tough this week had been on you. That’s why she kicked off her shoes, removed her phone and keys from her pocket, placing them gently down on the coffee table behind her, and pushed the upper half of your body off the couch so she could slide in ride under you.

She gave you time to turn your body around, so you were laying flat on her chest, resting on your stomach. She rubbed her hands up and down your back, pushing your hair behind your ears, occasionally wiping more tears that fell down your face.

“You’ll be okay. I’m here.” She cooed as you just continued to lay there. “I’m sorry you had a rough day.” It was her turn to stare at the spot on the ceiling while you two just layed there, her providing whatever comfort she could.

“Spaghetti sounds nice.” You whispered, blinking so you could atleast see out of your eyes. “I’m starving.”

“That’s probably why your head hurts, sunshine. When’s the last time you ate anything?” You now realized that skipping dinner last night and opting to not eat anything all day today, mixed with your lack of water intake over the last two days, and little to no sleep because of studying, was a horrible idea. You were just so busy and stressed you said you’d get to it and you didn’t.

“I don’t remember.” You whispered back, resting your chin on her chest, so you could look at her. Her eyes softened and she rubbed your back.

“Alright, i’ll make dinner when your ready, sound good?” You nodded softly, giving her a grateful small smile.

“Thank you, Kate. You’re the best friend on this god forsaken planet.” You wrapped your arms around her, atleast what you could since you were on top of her on the couch.

“Your welcome. I’ll always be here.” She hugged you back, her arms firm yet so comforting. She was warm, soft, and so gentle. A stark contrast from what she looked like when she was playing basketball. Who knew the tough and rough Kate Martin could be such a sweetheart.

“Your oddly soft. Who would’ve thought?” You hummed softly, a sudden wave of drowsiness hitting you like a truck.

“What?” The blonde chuckled, adjusting her arms on your body.

“I said, your soft…and cuddly. Almost like a teddy bear. Makes me feel safe, and warm. And sleepy.” You mumbled, half yawning while your voice started to grow quieter; sleep slowly making you succumb to it.

“Thank you?” Kate didn’t know what to say, all she knew is it was the nicest compliment she’s ever gotten. You liked her hugs and she made you feel safe.

“My own personal teddy bear.”

“Okay, get some rest, sunshine. You need it. I love you.” Kate stroked your head while you snuggled in closer.

“I love you, bear.”

You both stayed right there. Eventually taking a nap. It called for a late dinner, but neither of you cared. Just too comfortable and safe to care.

[pandorxxx]

Return to sender

Lo’ak (18) x Omatikayan fem reader (19)

Warnings: SMUT THE HOUSE, p in v, slight choking, praise kink, cursing, squirting, blood, soft-dom lo’ak.

🔞Minors, do not interact🔞

“Have you lost your fucking mind?” You shouted angrily, as you stood in-front of your mate, devastated at the favor he asked you.

“Listen, I don’t feel any better about this than you do. I just feel bad, it is his first rut, and he is suffering.” Neteyam gestured calmly, as he started getting choked up from his own tears. Your gaze softened when you saw neteyam’s eyes, tears threatening to fall. You sighed loudly as you looked to the ground.

“H-how bad is he?” You asked hesitantly, trailing back up to meet his gaze.

“Really bad. Worst than I was. Every time I visit him, he’s curled into a ball on the floor. He refuses to eat or drink anything, and that is not good.” Neteyam explained, running his hands through his braids nervously. You hated that this was affecting Neteyam so much, and you also hated that lo’ak had to go through this alone. You hesitated, but finally spoke.

“So, you want me to calm him? Does lo’ak know about this plan?” You asked, searching for Neteyams eye contact.

“He knows. He’s waiting for you.” Neteyam muttered. Those words made your heart rate skyrocket.

He’s waiting for you…

As in he’s ready to pounce on you with no mercy. You remembered how aggressive Neteyam was during his first rut, but Neteyam said that lo’ak was worse than him. What did that mean for you? Would Neteyam even want you back when he sees your bruised and battered body? Would he still love you the same?

“I will do this for you, so do not look at me different when I’ve only done what you’ve asked.” You say sternly, pointing your finger in his direction. He looked at you in utter confusion, walking over to you.

“I would never look at you different. You are my one and only.” He confessed softly, caressing your cheek. You smiled up at him, melting into his warm touch.

“Let’s get it done.” You nodded, holding out your hand for him to take it. You two walked out of your hut, making your way to lo’ak.

You finally make it to his hut. Your ears perked, and eyes dilated from his strong scent. It was enticing, addictive. Neteyam turned to you, grabbing your hands.

“Ok, before we go in there, I want to ask you again. Are you ok with this?” He asked, searching for any doubt in your eyes. You looked into his eyes, squeezing his hands.

“I will be fine. I must help him.” You said in a reassuring tone, before walking towards the door. You opened it, and to your surprise he was tied to the wall. Lo’ak was completely delirious, muttering complete gibberish. He was sweating profusely as he panted loudly. His braids hung in-front of his face, almost hiding his glowing red eyes.

You gulped loudly, looking back at Neteyam. He was much worse than yesterday. Neteyam noticed lo’aks bloody wrists, most likely from trying so desperately to escape the restraints. Neteyam was starting to get worried for you, but he put his pride aside for lo’ak.

“l-lo’ak? It’s me, y/n.” You spoke nervously, walking over to him. You kneeled in-front of him, pushing his hair out of his face as you lifted his chin. Lo’ak finally looked at you, smiling loosely as his heart rate started to pick up.

“Hi sweetheart, it’s me. I’m here to help you, ok?” You smiled, tears blurring your vision as you watched him suffer. You felt so bad for him, he looked completely exhausted.

“T-thank you.” He cried, lip quivering from the pain he was feeling. You nodded at him, looking back at Neteyam.

“I got him, you go.” You smiled, shooing Neteyam off. Neteyam was devastated, giving his mate away like he did. He walk towards the door, looking back at you one more time before shutting the door behind him.

“What do you need me to do? Do you want me to untie you?” You asked, sitting on your knees in-front of lo’ak. He scanned your body, before looking up at you.

“I- I don’t want to hurt you. It is better to keep me tied.” He growled, hanging his head back down. You sighed, trailing his body before getting a glimpse of his loincloth; completely soaked in his own cum as his bulge pulsated through the material. You looked back up to his limp head.

“Don’t be ridiculous, your wrists are bleeding.” You explained, going to untie his left wrist gently. He whined the entire time, as his arms shook from the sharp pain. You finally got it a-loose, guiding his arm to the ground. You grabbed the damp cloth next to you, gently wiping the blood away. He winced in pain, staring at you with tears in his eyes.

“I know it hurts, but I have to clean it.” You stated, dipping the cloth in the bucket of water, repeating the previous action. You held his large hand in yours, bringing it to your heart as you prayed to the great mother, asking her to help lo’ak through this. He watched you intently, feeling your heartbeat on the back of his hand. He turned his hand in your grasp, placing his palm on your large breast. He trailed his hand down to your loincloth, pulling you onto his lap by the band. You were now straddling him. You were surprised by his gentleness, as he pulled you closer by your lower back.

“I-I can’t take this anymore, y/n. I’m sorry that it had to come to this.” He cried, leaning his head on your chest. You wrapped your arms around him, caressing his head as you rocked him back and forth.

“Do not apologize for this. I love you, lo’ak. I will help in any way I can.” You confessed in a shaky tone as a single tear fell from your eye. He looked up at you, eyes wet from crying.

“I will be as gentle as I can, I promise.” He nodded his head at you frantically. You nodded with him, wiping his tears away.

“I know. And if you can’t be gentle, that is ok too.” You stated, going to untie his right wrist.

“No, I’m ok for right now.” He muttered, tapping your back. You slowly pulled away from his tied arm, nodding in agreement.

“Just umm, untie this, please?” He asked softly, looking down at his loincloth, and back up at you. You smiled before placing your hand on the band. He gasped loudly, trying to scoot back from your touch.

“Am I hurting you?” You asked, pulling your hands back slightly. He sighed, shaking his head.

“No, I’m just a-little sensitive right now.” He chuckled breathlessly, before shifting his hips underneath you. You felt his cock rubbing against your clit, making you gasp slightly. You almost felt bad for enjoying that subtle movement.

“o-ok, I’ll go slow.” You smiled, untying his loincloth gently, letting his cock spring up, hitting the bottom band of your top. His cock was heavy against your stomach, as the tip oozed precum. You didn’t really have to worry about adjusting to him, as he was about the same size as Neteyam, but he was a-little thicker.

“Listen, go at your pace. I-I don’t want to hur-” you cut him off by placing your finger on his lips.

“I’m going to handle you. Don’t worry, ok?” You licked your lips, looking deep into his eyes. The fire in him started to ignite, as he pulled you closer, kissing you passionately. You melted into the kiss, biting his lip as you moaned in his mouth. He untied your loincloth with his free hand, sliding it off of you and throwing it to the corner. He pulled you closer by your lower back, thrusting up between your folds. He pulled away from the kiss as he tried to regain his breath.

“I need you, now.” He growled, lifting your ass up with one arm, slamming you down onto him. You let out a loud moan, feeling his swollen tip brush against your sweet spot. He whimpered loudly, throwing his head back on the wall.

“Do you want me to move, or do you need a minute.” You asked softly as you watched him cry out in pleasure.

“C-can you hold me? Please?” He whined through shaky breaths as he looked into your eyes. Your eyes widened at his request, but you nodded, pulling him into your chest.

“Just go slow first. Please?” He whimpered into your breasts as he held your back tightly. You caressed his head as you started bouncing slowly. His cries became louder, but muffled in your chest. Your eyes rolled in agonizing pleasure. You were trying to go slow for him, but you couldn’t take the torture.

“C-can I- ugh- speed up?” You asked in between moans. He nodded in your chest, tapping your back to give you permission. With that, you sped up the pace.

“Fuck yes, y/n!” He muttered, finally throwing his head back as his eyes shut tightly. You held onto his shoulder to give you leverage as you whined your hips into his. His rut officially took over as he started thrusting into you hard. He grabbed your neck to push you down into him.

“You feel sooo fucking good.” He growled, watching his pelvis slap into yours with every stroke. You couldn’t help the way he was making you feel, it was almost euphoric.

“Mhmm yes yes yes! Just like that, don’t stop!” You moaned, placing your hand on top of his. He hit your sweet spot one good time making your mouth fly opened. All that could be heard was squelching sounds from each thrust.

“You like when I fuck you like that, baby?” He growled, kissing your bottom lip. You nodded wildly, trying to gain your voice back. You finally gasped out loud, trying your best to catch your breath. Something took over you and before you knew it, you were bouncing on him at the speed of light.

“Shittt, y/n! You’re doing so good for me. Such a good girl!” He moaned, slapping your ass as he watched your breast jump with every bounce in his lap. You noticed that he was just staring at them, hungrily.

“Mhmm, do you wanna see?” You moaned, untying your top. His eyes widened, and he licked his lips, desperately waiting for your breast to burst out. You finally got it a-loose, taking it off seductively before throwing it towards the corner. His hand released your neck, trailing down to your plump breast as he massaged it. You slowed down your pace, rocking back and forth into him.

“You’re gonna make me fucking cum!” He whined, feeling your walls clench around him.

“Yes! Cum for me!” You whimpered breathlessly as you chased your own orgasm. His head went back, as his cock twitched inside you. He couldn’t hold it any longer.

“Ohh fuck, get up! get up!” He yelled, thrusting up to get you off of him. You held his shoulders, riding him faster.

“No, go ahead. It’s -ahh- it’s fine.” You nodded, reassuring him that he could fill you up. You felt your muscles tense, signaling that your orgasm was near.

“Ahhhh yes!” Lo’ak growled loudly, pumping his seed into you. It felt so good that you came undone yourself, cum oozing from your sweet walls onto his shaft.

“Shit shit shit!” You cried, twitching on top of him. He fell into your chest, thrusting into you ever so often to keep as much of his cum in you as possible.

“A little better?” You asked him, hugging him close to your heart. He wrapped his arm around your waist tightly, nuzzling his head in your breasts. He nodded weakly before pulling back to look at you.

“I-I think you can untie my other arm now.” He winced, pulling at the restraints lightly.

“No, no do not pull at it. Let me help you.” You smiled, reaching up to untie him. His gaze was locked on your breast as they gently rubbed across his face. He pecked before kissing them passionately. You let him continue as you still untied the tight knot around his wrist.

“They’re so pretty, y/n.” He muttered, creating hickeys next to your nipples. You finally got his hand untied, making him unlatch from you and cry in pain.

“I know, sweetheart. Just let me wipe your wrist clean.” You stated, grabbing the damp cloth, rubbing his wrist gently. The room fell silent for a moment as lo’ak watched you wipe his blood clean. He knew it was wrong, but he was slowly falling for you. You were taking such good care of him in all aspects. It made his heart ache, knowing that he couldn’t truly have you. You glanced up at him, catching his eye contact.

“How do you feel?” You asked nicely, kissing his knuckles. “I feel like I could go another round.” He growled, sliding his hand up to your waist.

You chuckled, nodding softly.“Then that’s what we’ll do. How do you want me?” You tilted your head, eyeing him up and down. His ears perked up at your sweet voice.

How do you want me? Replayed in his head as his chest started to rise and fall rapidly. He stood up with you in his arms. He let you down gently, guiding you into the wall. He sandwiched you in, slapping his cock on your ass. He bent down to your ear, placing his hand on the wall next to your head.

“I wanna thank you for helping me out, y/n. You’re doing so fucking good, taking such good care of me.” He whispered, fangs grazing your neck as he took a bite. Blood started trickling down your back, gliding across the humps and curves of your body. You gasped loudly as you felt him go down to lick you clean, bottom to top.

He came back up to your ear, grabbing your neck from behind. “I’m sorry if I’m hurting you, but I can’t help it anymore.” He sighed in your ear, sliding his cock into you slowly. You clung to the wall, overwhelmed by the full sensation. He engulfed your hand with his, sliding it into a fist as he pounded into you. The sound of skin clapping and moaning took over the room.

“I-I hope that this doesn’t sou-mmm - sound ridiculous.” He started breathlessly as he rutted into you relentlessly.

“b-but I want this forever.” He moaned in your ear before licking it. Your eyes widened at his confession. You shook your head lazily, whimpering from the pleasure.

“N-no, you do not know what you are saying.” You spoke breathlessly as you felt that familiar knot in your stomach. He turned you towards him, picking you up by your thighs before sliding into you once more.

“I know exactly what I’m saying, and somewhere deep down…” he started, sliding his hand down your breasts. “You want this too. I can tell by how your body submits to my touch.” He whispered sliding down to your waist, bouncing you up and down. You bit your lip, throwing your head back on the wall. A part of you wanted this, and you hated that. Lo’ak knew how to talk to you, how to hold you, how to fuck you right. His mind was crystal clear even in the deep fog of his rut.

“Don’t hold back, y/n. I wanna hear you scream my fucking name.” He whispered, thrusting into you hard. He attached his lips to your nipple, swirling his tongue around it. You couldn’t take it anymore. You were trying to suppress your pleasure-filled outbursts out of respect for Neteyam, but lo’ak was killing you slowly.

“Mmm I-I can’t!” You whined as tears rolled down your face. He sped up the pace, trying to get you to talk to him.

“Yes you can, tell me what you wanna say. This is our only chance, y/n.” He moaned, kissing your bruises as he glared into your eyes.

“Lo‘ak I-l!” You shouted, feeling the knot in your stomach unraveling. He rutted into you fast, shaking the hut with all of his movement.

“Yes, y/n! Just fucking say it baby!” He grunted, placing his forehead on yours. You didn’t want to say it, but your body was taking over.

“I LOVE YOU, LO’AK!” you screamed, shaking uncontrollably in his arms as you squirted all over him. He nodded in pleasure, watching you come undone on him.

“Fuck, baby I love you too!” He growled, engaging in a salacious kiss, as he came deep inside of you. He moaned into the kiss, pumping into you occasionally. He pulled back from the kiss, staring straight into your eyes. You watched his gaze soften, as his eyes returned to normal. He trailed your body, looking at the damage he caused. It wasn’t nearly as much as Neteyam caused, and you appreciated that lo’ak took it easy on you, even in his state.

His head hung low in disappointment for hurting you. “Y/n i-“ you stopped him with a peck on the lips before pulling back.

“You did not hurt me. You were as gentle as you could possibly be, and I appreciate that.” You smiled looking down at the connection that you two had created. He looked down as well, watching his cum seep out while his cock was still inside of you.

“I-I’m sorry, let me put you do-” he started before you cut him off again, pulling him closer.

“w-wait! I-I umm…you told me that you wanted this forever. I just-I…” you stumbled on your words nervously, hesitating to look up at him. He chuckled, grabbing your chin.

“I meant what I said. Us being together is impossible, and I know that. I-I just wished that I’d met you first. Maybe things would be different.” He confessed, gazing into your doughy eyes. You started to get choked up, almost feeling the same way. You sighed, grabbing his hand lightly, gazing at it before speaking hesitantly.

“Lo’ak, I-… I see you.” You confessed between shaky breaths, feeling tears well in your eyes. His gaze softened as he smiled at you softly. He kissed you again, thrusting into your softly.

For the next day, you helped him throughout his rut. You were the only one that got him to eat and drink water. He would clean you and himself between rounds, and tend to your wounds. After the storm finally cleared, he dressed you, as you did him.

“How do you feel?” You asked, tying his loincloth on him. He watched you with nothing but pure love in his eyes.

“Better. Thank you, y/n.” He smiled, meeting your gaze. You blushed as you finished tying his loincloth.

The door flew opened, startling you both. Neteyam stood in the doorway, eager to take you back home.

“You look better, baby bro!” Neteyam smiled, walking towards you two. He gazed down at your body, seeing the bruises and marks that lo’ak left on you. It made his heart sink, knowing that those marks weren’t from him. He shook his head lightly, snapping himself out of the self inflicted jealousy.

“Well, let’s take you home and get you cleaned up.” He scanned your body once more before meeting your hesitant gaze.

“Don’t worry, I already did.” Lo’ak butted in, smiling at you softly. You threw your head down, trying to hide your smile.

“Oh ok, good! Did you eat y/n?” Neteyam asked again, pulling you close by your shoulder.

“Lo’ak and I ate together this morning.” You muttered, meeting lo’aks soft gaze again. Neteyam watched you two talk through eye contact, and it made his stomach churn. His worst fear was becoming a reality. He was so worried about lo’ak that he didn’t even think about the fact that…

You two could fall in love.

Idk why this literally took me all day to write but here it is. Ummm I kinda like it, it’s super cuteeee. As always, love y’all to death, and I’ll see y’all soon❤️🫶🏽

Outtie❤️🖖🏾,

Pandorxx

[heartfullofleeches]

Dea [Worshipper God] comforting an upset Darling before Bed

Word Count: 1.2k. Commission 2/2. 

Warnings: None besides some mild hurt/comfort. Pure fluff 

No Pronouns for Reader. He/she/they used for Dea

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“Penny for your thoughts, my grace?”

The slackness of your shoulders. Vacancy in your gaze. The incurious disposition to their cheerful greeting. All signs your vigilant adorer searches for upon being blessed with your return. As your most faithful and presumably sole devotee, Dea is forbearing to your woes - granting you time to settle in and breathe before airing their concerns.

A short walk to the couch with your hand in theirs, not another word spoken as the deity cautiously directs their touch to your shoulders - ushering you to the sanctity of the cushions. They proceed by relieving you of some of your burdens - peeling the damp coat from your arms and draping it over their right. As if this day couldn't get any worse for you, the beginnings of a storm had caught up to you right before you made it through the door. Dea knew they should have been more persistent when encouraging you to carry an umbrella with you, but the selfish part of them knew it'd serve to hasten your journey home. 

Thankfully, aside from your jacket and hair, the rest of you was almost entirely dry. The deity excuses themselves to carry your coat elsewhere - returning seconds later with a towel in hand. Warmth radiates from the cloth as it's delicately placed atop your wet scalp. Only when her ears catch that awaited sigh of relief passing through your tight lips does their question reach you. 

“Sure…”

It's pained - debilitated. There's that familiar, heart-rending sting swelling behind their eyes at the utter defeat in your voice. How he longed for the tears obscuring their vision to be sobs of joy… No- they mustn't cry when you are the one in turmoil. Dea waves a hand over their eyes, conjuring a small coin from their robes with the scant turn of their wrist. Taking your palm in theirs once more, the deity firmly places it in its center - closing your fingers around the offering with a tender kiss to the backs of your knuckles. 

Upon first glance, it's simple to tell it's no ordinary penny. For one, it was significantly larger than one of typical size. Gold plated as an alternative to the common copper tinge. As your nails scrap over its surface, a thin line splinters the golden finish. You pick at the film with your nails until you're left with a white, faceless coin. You hold it closer to your face, sniffing curiously. No scent. 

Hesitantly, you wedge the small disk between your teeth - biting down. 

The coin breaks away as smoothly as butter whilst remaining firm on your tongue. As you chew, it makes a moment for any flavor to register. What you presumed to be white chocolate turned out to be… something else entirely. It doesn't quite taste like it anyway. This taste.. It reminds you of something. The first bite of a sweet you haven't had in some time. Did you eat so much of it that you grew bored of it? Was it not being sold anymore? Was it still in stores - and just didn't taste the same anymore?

Swallowing, you sigh. Where do you begin? Do you tell them about the falling out with your friends? Your troubles at work? How everytime it feels like you're taking a step forward in life, you're knocked three back? Your mind is racing, yet the rest of you feels so drained. It's all too much. At least for one night. 

“I'm just… tired, Dea. That's all.” 

Dea’s lips remained sealed - expression one of contemplation. It softens, fingers tucking a now dry strand of hair behind your ear as they hushedly mutter. “Thank you for being honest.”

The deity slides a hand beneath your knees, the other positioned to your neck as they lift you up from the couch, heading towards your bedroom. “I would appreciate hearing the minor details in the morning, but for now I believe some well deserved rest is what you are in need of most. Come morning, I shall have a bath for you prepared soon as you wake. How does that sound?” 

Had they possessed a human heart - it may have combusted upon the weight of your head falling to their shoulder. “That sounds… actually kinda nice…..” 

Dea pushes the door open with their foot, adjusting you in their arms as they enter your bedroom, trailing leisurely towards the bed. The blankets had already been peeled back, awaiting your fated return just as she had. The god places you upright on the mattress, kneeling as they lift your foot into their lap. Dea unties the laces of your shoe, gently grasping your ankle as they remove the footwear, setting it on the floor beside your bed. They repeat the process with your other shoe, carrying both of them to your closet to be safely stored away. 

Joining your side yet again, Dea helps you into bed - arranging your legs comfortably beneath the sheets before rolling them up to your chin with a corner left untucked for them to easily slide into once finished with their mission. 

“I am so proud of you, My Grace.”

Your voice is muffled by the layers of blankets swathed over you. “For what?” 

‘Just for being you. It's not easy - being human, facing so many hardships throughout such a short time on this earth. I wish I could take it all away. Keep you from those who may harm you. As much as it pains me, I am aware being with others of your kind is a necessary part of life… It's what allows me to grang you the freedom to run off into this cruel reality with me everyday….”

Dea pauses.

“N-not that you need my permission! It just kills me to see you hurting… I've probably talked your ear off enough for one night- Goodnight, My Grace.”

“Dea?”

Your voice is even harder to make out than before. 

“Yes?”

“....Thank you….”

The stinging behind their eye makes it return, but isn't as melancholic as before. “It is my pleasure, Y/n. As always.”

The deity shuts off the lamp beside your bed, snuggling up next to you with a protective arm projected over you as exhaustion takes hold - your eyes drifting close to the soothing whispers of your eternal admirer. 

“Sweet dreams, My Grace. Know as you fall asleep that I will always protect you. As your faithful disciple, and the one who cherishes you ever so dearly in my heart.”

[tsukimefuku]

the hero i was, the man i am :: toshinori yagi/all might

Toshinori is having a hard day, and you decide to help him out with a much needed pep talk.

content warning: true form toshinori x reader, gender neutral reader, hurt and comfort, mention of scars.

wc: 600

notes etc.: thank you @actuallysaiyan and @g00miato for getting me into the all might agenda. I see the vision (and it’s wonderful from here 💜).

Toshinori wasn’t one to usually wake up on the wrong side of the bed.

Yet, here he was, staring at himself in your shared bedroom’s mirror while dressed in his old All Might attire. His eyes glanced down his lean form, clearly not enough to fill the clothes that draped and bagged around his thin frame.

His hero uniform, once worn with a proud smile, felt like a poorly made costume from the thrift shop.

Perhaps, even worse than that.

“Toshi?” your voice echoed into the room, and he turned his face around towards you, trying to spare you a smile. However, it felt like a mask. 

“Oh, darling. I didn’t hear you coming into the house. You got those groceries incredibly fast.”

“I was gone for a few hours, love,” you replied, walking towards him, with slight concern tightening your chest. “are… are you okay, my dear?”

He tried keeping his smile going, but it quickly morphed into a frown as he diverted his gaze back to the mirror.

“What do you see?” he asked in a low voice.

You hummed for a second. “What do you?”

“I…” Toshinori’s voice dragged for a short while, as if he picked apart a dozen different words, but none of them felt quite right, “I see a shadow. An immaterial shadow that cannot touch things as the body that has cast it once did. I cannot do much in this form, if at all, to help people. Not anymore.” 

You took a pensive expression and held his hand, turning him to face you.

“Do you want to know what I see?” 

Toshinori seemed sad and disappointed with himself as he nodded. His shoulders hung low, with a weight you would never be able to fully comprehend — a beacon of hope, Japan said — and you thought, for a second, that he blamed himself to a great extent for what had happened since his last fight with All for One.

“I see…” you started, taking his hands in yours and slowly peeling his gloves away, “the hands that have taken hundreds of people from under debris.” 

You stepped closer, and held the hem of his shirt, sliding it off his body from his shoulders, “I see the shoulders that have carried me and so many others to safety in times of need.”

He sighed softly when you put your hand over his scar, and locked eyes with you before you slid both your hands down his body and undid his belt, letting his pants fall to the floor. “I see the legs that have carried you to all the places you were needed. Even when it was to your own detriment, you did it, and did it with a smile.”

Finally, you held his face in your hands, and smiled at him.

“I see the face of the man that inspired and supported so many students. That still does. The face I fell in love with. So that’s what I see — I see you. How could I ever see anything else?”

He sighed and smiled back at you, pulling you into a hug. Toshinori nuzzled your hair, and took in the smell of your preferred concoction of shampoo/conditioner and whatnot, which he absolutely adored. Your smell. 

“Thank you, my love.”

“Whenever you need, Toshi,” you replied with your face pressed against his chest, hugging him back tenderly. “Now, silly, I need your help to put the groceries away and we should start prepping for dinner. What do you say?” 

He sighed contently still holding you in his arms. That, they could still do.

He was thankful for that.

“Sounds lovely.”

written by tsukimefuku ㋡ comments and reblogs are appreciated. do not copy, translate or repost. copycatting is for losers.

[greymoonfeelings]

Getting Sick (of You)

whumpuary: #7 alt 5: fever

and the suggested prompt “Well, I am pretty irresistible”

summary: Jake gets the “man flu” and insists on taking you down with him

word count: 1k

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“Jake, you need to stay home.”

You look at your fiancé, concerned as he coughs for what seems like the hundredth time that morning.

“I can’t. I have training today.”

“You can’t train if you’re sick,” you reason.

“Sure I can, it’s just the sniffles.”

“You’ve blown your nose more times than I can count and you just had a coughing fit from walking up the stairs.”

“I’m fine, darlin’. I can handle it, but it’s cute that you’re worried.” Jake leans in for a kiss but you push him away.

“Sorry mister, but you’re not coming anywhere near me with those germs.”

“It’s nothing! Allergies at most!”

“It's not allergy season, Jake and I know for a fact that if you get anyone else in your squad sick they’re going to kill you.”

“I can’t miss today. I want to be the mission leader.”

“You’re almost always mission leader, I think you can afford to miss out just once. You won’t even be allowed to fly if you can’t pass the check-up and right now you’ve got the lungs of a 70-year-old smoker.”

Jake resigns to your orders, calls his base, and then heads back to bed. You tuck him in like a child, kissing your fingers and pressing them to his warm forehead.

While he sleeps you clean every surface of your shared home and cook some simple chicken noodle soup.

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An hour later, you hear Jake call your name from the bedroom.

“What is it?” You peek your head through the door, noticing Jake’s disposition seems to have gotten worse. There’s a pile of tissues in the trash bin and the box looks close to being empty.

“My throat hurts,” he croaks.

“Aww, my poor baby.” You playfully pout. “I’ll be right back.”

You return to the room with a tray in your hands balancing the soup and a bottle of medicine. You place it across his lap as he adjusts himself to sit up against the headboard, securing a plush blanket around his shoulders.

“Take some of this.” You pour out a tablespoon of purple medicine and bring it to his lips.

He makes a sour face as he swallows. “Grape is the worst.”

You roll your eyes at his antics. “Eat your soup, it’ll get rid of the grape flavor and help your throat.”

Jake diligently eats all of the comfort meal, grateful for the way the warm broth eases his sore throat.

“Do you need anything else?”

“Will you lay with me?”

“I can’t get sick, I have to work tomorrow.”

“Please, sugar? Just for a little bit? I’m so cold.” He pleads, putting on a show by shivering under the blanket.

It’s hard to say no when he looks so miserable. His big hazel eyes stare up at you, filled with hope and his blanket is wrapped around his head making him look so innocent.

“How could I say no to you, baby.” You caress his warm cheek and press a kiss to his lips.

You move around to your side of the bed, laying down against your own pillows. Jake gets comfortable against your chest, burrowing the side of his face into your soft breasts.

You turn on the television, letting the old reruns of Golden Girls be your entertainment as your hand runs through Jake’s messy hair. Soon, the two of you are peacefully falling asleep.

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You wake up to the harsh morning sun flooding your bedroom. You desperately search the nightstand for your water bottle. Your throat is dry and sore but no matter how much you drink, the feeling doesn’t go away. You glare at the man snoring loudly beside you, knocked out from all the cold medicine.

Getting up from your bed, you shut the curtains and rummage through your bathroom in search of some medicine for your headache. Before you can make it back to your bed, your vision goes black.

You come to with a very nervous Jake in your line of vision. He’s got you pulled against his chest, desperately calling your name as he dabs a cold cloth against your cheeks.

“Jesus, angel, you scared me.” You can tell from his voice that he’s still congested and lacking energy.

“What happened?”

“I heard you hit the floor. You passed out.” Your fiancé helps you to sit up slowly.

“You got me sick,” you scowl.

“I’m sorry, darlin’.” Jake holds the back of his hand up to your head and feels it flaming hot. “Let’s get back in bed.”

Normally, Jake would carry you but his body aches, and overworking it will likely send him into another coughing fit. Instead, he wraps an arm around your waist and leads you back to the plush king-sized bed.

---

Jake calls Phoenix and for the next few days, she looks after the two of you. She goes a bit overboard, dressing in a hazmat suit and spraying Lysol everywhere, but she was not about to get sick because of Jake.

By the end of your colds, she’s fed up with her coworker’s constant complaining.

“I can’t believe Hangman has a girlfriend and I still end up being his mother.” Phoenix groans as she brings in another jello for “Princess Jake” as she had started calling him.

“It is all Jake’s fault. His stupid pretty face looked all pathetic and I just had to give him a kiss.“

“Well, I am pretty irresistible.”

“It’s those damn puppy dog eyes.” You shake your head at him threateningly. “Now stop stealing all the blankets.”

“Get your own,” he whines.

“Those are mine!”

Jake pokes his head out from under the covers, looking at the plush fabric he’s currently cocooned in. The side of the sherpa blanket facing outwards is covered in pictures of Jake’s face, one of the presents he got you for Christmas the past year.

“Sorry.” Your fiancé smiles at you sheepishly before rolling closer to you, effectively undoing the tightly wrapped blankets. “C’mere, sugar.” He gathers you in his arms and wraps the blankets around both of you.

You snuggle against his bare chest, reveling in the warmth radiating from his body.

“You guys make me want to vomit.” Natasha gags before she turns and leaves the room.

[ashwhowrites]

eddie x reader

they have a fight and he gets so upset that she ends up getting hurt really bad he sees it and when she starts crying he tells her shes being dramatic not knowing the damage(falling and hitting her head hard )

shes bleeding everywhere

wayne hears everything so he comes inside

when eddie locks himself in the room

wayne helps her clean herself up

but shes still crying and he realizes hes all bloody and that she needs to go to the hospital bcuz shes slipping in and out of consciousness , wayne starts crying and begging for u to stay with him & eddie hears all confused

he comes out of the room and when he sees everything hes shocked and doesn’t know what to do but he starts blaming himself

they take u to the hospital and u tell eddie u forgive him & that its not his fault before u go into surgery

wayne gives eddie a stern talk and he cries but he knows when u wake up he will never fight with u again

For sure

⚠️ warning of injured reader. Eddie does not abuse her on purpose! But he is still definitely an asshole. And definitely toxic

Not proofread

Y/N and Eddie were caught in their third argument of the week. It seemed every time they got alone it ended with her screaming, and not in the good way anymore.

She has no idea what happened to them. They went from shy kisses, dirty whisperers, and making love to glares, harsh words, and pure hatred. She didn't know if it was her that caused this drift or if it was him.

~~

"EDDIE JUST STOP SCREAMING AT ME!" she cried out. She couldn't handle him constantly screaming at her. He never was calm with her anymore. He used to never scream at her or make her cry.

He used to hate making her cry. He used to drop to his knees and wipe her tears away. But now it's like he had a sick game of seeing how many tears her eyes could hold.

"THEN LISTEN TO ME!" he screamed in her face. Throwing his hands in his hair. He was breathing fast and harshly. His nose was flaring and he felt like he was standing on fire.

"I AM. I'VE BEEN LISTENING TO YOU. WHY CAN'T YOU LISTEN TO ME?" she sobbed harder. Crying so hard she choked and coughed

"just stop fucking crying" he rolled his eyes. He was tired of her being such a victim. He'd say one thing and her eyes are already flowing with tears.

"I'm trying, asshole" she bit back. Whipping her eyes as fast as she could. Her skin felt raw from the scraping of her clothes on her sensitive skin.

"I need a second" he sighed

She grabbed his hand fast, "no Eddie. You can't just walk away. Nothing will be resolved"

He yanked his hand out of her grip, with way more force than he intended. Shoving his shoulder into her as he headed for his bedroom.

When he yanked his hand out of her grip, he slightly knocked her off balance but the shove to the shoulder took her off of her feet. She whimpered as her body fell, her head smacking on the coffee table nearby. She sobbed harder as she held her head. Her vision went blurry in seconds. Panic rising in her chest instantly.

"Eddie. Wait please" she sobbed.

He sighed as he heard her crying... again.

He turned around to see her holding her head and sobbing on the floor.

"stop being so fucking dramatic. Nothing to cry about" he lashed out, slamming his bedroom door shut. He needed just a few seconds to breathe.

~~

The panic got worse. She was so scared. She could feel her hand was wet and had a feeling it was blood. She screamed for Eddie as much as her sobs would let her. Freaking out as his door never opened.

"woah hey hey" Wayne came out in seconds. He wanted to give the two privacy to deal with whatever issues they had. Eddie always walked away from fights so her screaming after him wasn't new. But the fear in her voice caused Wayne to act fast. She sounded terrified.

Wayne dropped to his knees and cradled her head

"my head" she cried softly. Her body was already growing tired

"okay let me see" he tried to hold in his gasp as he saw the blood underneath her head. Her hand was covered in deep red and her hair was matted together.

"did you hit it?" He asked fast, unbuttoning his flannel and bunching it under head to soak up the blood

"he...he accidentally pushed me....and I lost... balance... hurts "

Wayne panicked as her words got further apart

"hey now. Stay awake okay!" Tapping her cheek softly

Her eyes blinking rapidly

"I can't Wayne. It's too hard"

He watched as she kept trying to keep her eyes open but failing repeatedly

"EDWARD MUNSON" Wayne screamed as loud as he could

"HEY YOU NEED TO LOOK AT ME" he screamed in her face. Trying to get her attention on him. Clapping his hands in front of her but getting no reaction

~~

Eddie sighed as he heard his name being screamed. Figuring he was getting a lecture he planned to ignore it until he heard Wayne screaming in panic.

Eddie raced out of the door to see Y/N's body not moving and Wayne shaking the hell out of her.

"woah what the fuck" Eddie said fast, racing next to her body as he dropped on his knees.

"CALL 911 NOW" Wayne screamed again. Still moving her head side to side.

Eddie nodded fast, dialing as fast as his fingers could

Shaking as he looked at her not moving. He did that. He didn't stop when she asked, he didn't stay when she asked, and he didn't come back when she screamed for him.

~~

Eddie felt sick. Pacing in the white hallway as he bit his nails

"she's awake and we are taking her into surgery" The doctor said as he began to wheel out her bed

Eddie ran to her side immediately, wet eyes as he looked at her puffy red eyes. Cupping her cheeks

"I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. I can't believe I'm just like him" he sobbed

"no you're not. You aren't him. You didn't purposely shove me. It's okay. It's not your fault. We'll talk when I'm out of surgery. It's okay, Eds. I'm okay" she said softly. Patting his hand as the doctor wheeled her bed into the surgery room.

"we need to talk Edward."

Eddie nodded as Wayne stood behind him. A hand on his shoulder.

~~

"I don't know what's wrong with me. I used to never be so cruel to her"

Wayne watched as Eddie sobbed into his hands, sitting in the uncomfortable chair.

"I don't know either. But I didn't raise you to be just like him" Wayne said sternly

"fuck, I know" Eddie knew exactly who Wayne was talking about. He turned into his dad in a blink of an eye

He didn't physically abuse her but he hurt her. He didn't take care of her anymore. He made her cry and physically put her in the hospital.

"then shape up Edward. I'm not listening to you scream at her for no reason. She has no reason to stay with you. You don't give her any reason why you are worth it anymore. But yet she is still here because she loves you. You are blowing it. Fix yourself and fix the mess you made. Or let her go. She doesn't deserve this."

Eddie nodded. He agreed with everything Wayne said. He knew he was days away from when she walked out the door and didn't bother to come back.

And for some reason she always did. He needed to show he loved her. He needed to fix himself. And once she woke up from surgery, and back home.

He planned to fix every single thing.

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[estrellami-1]

Writer prompt: hurt Steve Harrington

Jesus fuck babe I think you’re trying to kill me.

Also side note this was NOT supposed to be Steve channeling Steve Rogers but. Oh well. It happened and honestly I’m not upset about it. They both get the doe-eyed brunet with the hair at the end, so. 🤷‍♀️ also you should know I’m absolutely incapable of not ending with fluff, so. That is happening. Thanks for the prompt! ❤️

Steve was used to getting back up.

He was used to taking the hit, to walking it off, so no one else had to.

Perhaps the most notable one was underneath Starcourt, in a skimpy sailor costume, so his then-coworker—and God, now he can’t imagine life without her—could hopefully remain unscathed.

He was used to being brushed aside, labeled other, unimportant, dumb. He was used to brushing all that off. Like water off a ducks back or whatnot.

But this.

God.

This was total, all-encompassing, dizzying, terrifying.

It had started as a small headache. He wasn’t sure from what—from not drinking enough, skipping lunch, not sleeping enough, just too many bright lights and loud sounds, who knows—but it didn’t matter, not now, not with the way it had grown, from a slight pulse behind his eyes to a jackhammer through his skull. His vision was going in and out, his ears were ringing, he couldn’t even tell if he was standing or laying or upside-down.

All that mattered—all he could think about—was the pain.

Time didn’t exist, which meant he didn’t know how long it had been since it had started to now, feeling a hand on his shoulder. He wanted to move, to jerk away, but he couldn’t. Couldn’t tell if the hand was friendly or not. It didn’t matter; whatever they could do to him couldn’t be worse than this.

He would know. This hurt worse than the Russians.

Something pushed against his lips, and he opened on instinct, swallowing pills on instinct.

He didn’t have the capacity to wonder what it was, if it was more medicine, if the medicine he’d already taken had worn off, or if it was something worse.

He didn’t have the capacity to wonder about the hand on his shoulder, the other hand now on his head, in his hair. He couldn’t move away.

The pain lessened slightly. The hand in his hair, on his shoulder, felt nice. He didn’t move away.

The pain lessened slightly. A warm body, next to his. Familiar.

The pain lessened slightly. Words, a voice, whispering.

The pain lessened slightly. He could make out what the voice was saying, if he concentrated hard enough.

“You’ll be okay, Stevie, I’ve gotcha. ‘M glad Robin called me, said she thought you weren’t okay. God, to think you were just going to try to ride this out on your own.” A pause. “I’m only sorry for breaking in because it feels like something I should be sorry about. But I’m not sorry, if it means you’re not alone. If it means I can help you through this somehow.” A hand moved through his hair again. “I really hope any of this is actually helping. Kinda outta my depths here.”

Steve focused more. He knew that voice. “Eds?”

He winced, curled in on himself. The jackhammers doubled for a few seconds, drowned out any and everything else.

“Shh,” Eddie said. “Yeah, it’s me. Can you give me one of your hands?”

Steve focused. Tried to remember the rest of his body. Found a hand, prickly like tv static. Moved it until it hit something unyielding.

Eddie scooped it up, placed it in his palm. Lifted Steve’s first finger, let it fall against a callus, under his fingers. “Tap once for yes, twice for no.”

Tap.

“Good. Can you drink some water for me?”

Steve didn’t move. He wasn’t sure.

“Okay, let’s try this. Would water help right now?”

Tap. Hesitant, he didn’t want to move, but it probably would help.

“Okay. We can do that in a second, I’ve got a glass right here. Do you feel nauseous?”

Another pause, then two taps.

Eddie tapped back. “Do you think you could get nauseous if you move?”

Tap.

Eddie sighed. “Okay. Can I move you for just a second? So you can drink some water?”

Tap. Hesitant, but there.

“Brave boy,” Eddie murmured. “Let me do the moving, m’kay? You focus on keeping lunch down, but if you can’t, I’ll have a trash can ready. Okay?”

Tap.

“Alright.”

The world spun behind his closed eyelids, and he gagged, but kept it down.

“Good,” Eddie murmured, now behind him. “You’re doing so good, Steve. Little bit of water, now, slow, small sips, take your time.”

A glass pressed against his lips. He opened. Slow, small sips, like Eddie had said.

“Good,” Eddie said again, moving the glass away. His hand found Steve’s again. “Think you can sleep?”

A tap, then a squeeze.

Eddie paused. “With me here?”

Tap.

“Okay, Stevie. Okay. I’ll stay. Always.”

Steve woke up an indeterminate amount of time later. His head still hurt some, but it was much better than it had been. He rolled over to look at Eddie, who was waking up. “Mornin’,” Eddie murmured. “How’re you feeling?”

“Good,” Steve whispered. “You stayed. You came.”

“Course I did,” Eddie said, hand finding Steve’s hair again. “You needed me.”

Steve’s hand found Eddie’s other palm, tucked between them. Tap. “Always.”

[arecaceae175]

For Want Of Rest: Ch. 3

FAN JOY JULY!

ic Summary: Five times Sky falls asleep somewhere that isn’t a bed plus one time they all do. Or, Sky struggles to manage his disabilities, then the chain has a conversation about accessibility and accommodations.

Fan Joy July! Each chapter is inspired a few amazing art pieces of Sleepy Sky <3. There are plenty more chapters and art inspirations to come :D

Chapter Summary: Sky is separated from the chain and finds a spooky tree. 1K, angst.

Inspired by Nap by a spooky tree by @ovegakart and Sleeping in flowers by @ikaishere.

Ovegakart's art is always so fun to see. It's such a unique style. The minimalist detail in this piece adds to the spooky effect. What a cool tree.

My favorite thing about Ikaishere's art piece is the texture of it. Sky looks SO comfy in his little bed of flowers. Unfortunately he is not very comfy in this fic XD. I'll say the magic of how pretty the flowers are let him fall asleep.

Warnings for this chapter: Blorbo is upset in this one. Warnings for Sky being unreliable narrator with hints of internalized ableism and self care issues :)

The portals were a strange experience. The buzz of magic as he approached was something even Sky could feel. There was a moment as he entered that mimics his breath getting caught in his lungs as all his muscles tense, and then there was nothing. He didn’t feel the pain in his joints, he didn’t feel the tightness in his muscles, he didn’t feel the overbearing weight of fatigue. There was a slight tingling where he thought his limbs should be, but it was pleasant, like the soft trickle of water running through the hair on his skin.

And then the world slammed into place and everything was so much worse than before. Sky collapsed on the ground, his body throbbing as it came back into itself. He stayed still, desperately gasping through the turmoil of the sensations, until he could pull a full breath into his weary lungs. They’re tight, so he knew immediately he wasn’t in the sky. As always, no matter how many times he tried to deny it, a sharp sliver of disappointment cut through him.

He really, really missed his partners. 

Sky gave himself three breaths to mope about it before he pushed himself into a sitting position. His elbows cracked as he straightened them, but not in the way that hurt; just in the way they do, sometimes. He only had a few seconds before his vision started to go black around the edges and his head was filled with the sound of blood rushing. Sky groaned and stayed as still as he could, breathing as deeply as he could. After a moment it faded, and Sky could actually look around.

Warriors would probably be on him about taking so long to get up. He always worried like that, and Sky hasn’t been exactly forthcoming with… whatever it is that happened when he goes through the portals. Or gets out of bed, or sits up too fast, or stands for too long, or gets too hot, or— 

Not helpful, Sky told himself. 

Sky was in a grassy clearing. There were thick trees scattered across the plain, not quite enough to call a forest, but enough to obscure his view. There wasn’t much to see at all, but Sky did notice two very important things: there were no monsters in sight, but there were no other heroes, either. 

Sky sighed, and barely resisted the urge to collapse back onto the ground. It was soft and inviting and he was so, so tired. The thought of walking aimlessly to find his brothers made him want to cry, a little bit. But he was a hero, and he couldn’t do that. He had to keep going. What if the others needed help?

Sky pushed himself over to the closest tree and used it as a leverage point to stand. He swayed as he was struck with lightheadedness and blinked away black spots in his vision. His chest twinged, so he rubbed at it uncomfortably until it faded. Then, with a weary sigh, Sky pushed away from the tree and surveyed the area. He couldn’t see any signs of a town or any running water to follow, so he picked the biggest tree he could see as his destination. It was the most identifiable landmark around, so surely the others would be heading that way, too.

So he walked. Then as his knee started to burn with the—albeit minimal—exertion, he slowed his pace and limped. His hips protested, so he forced himself to walk normally again. His head started to pound as he walked, a dull ache that started at the base of his skull and wrapped around his head. His eyelids dropped, desperate to close, and his movements were sluggish with fatigue.

Sky huffed with frustration. Tears burned at the back of his eyes. He wiped at his face and forced them back. He was not going to cry. He was a hero. He’d been in so much more pain before. He’d been more sleep deprived before; he’d barely slept at all during his adventure. Sure, it had taken nearly six months to recover from that, but he’d done it. He’d survived. 

Sky didn’t notice the tree until he was tripping over a root. He crashed to his knees, barely throwing his arms out in time to stop from face planting in the foliage. Searing pain throbbed through his joints. 

Sky considered standing for all of one second, then rolled onto his side and wrapped his arms around himself in a hug. He sniffled as he rolled his shoulders around enough to look up at the tree, ignoring the ache in his back at the movement. 

The tree was… spooky. Sky couldn’t think of a more apt description than spooky. The roots crawled over the ruins of a stone building, engulfing them into the trunk of the tree. The stone was cracking under the weight of the tree. To the side, crumpled pillars lay around the tree in decoration. The tree itself was massive. Not nearly as large as the Deku tree they met in Wind’s era, but it was the largest natural one Sky had ever seen. The other trees were twigs in comparison, the soft purple flowers smaller than gnats.

If Sky wasn’t so miserably exhausted, he would’ve loved to climb to the top, just to see if he could. The views from the top would be incredible.  The views from the top would also give him a good lay of the land and a chance to look for the others. 

Sky should do that. 

…

Sky should do that. He would do that, if the effort required to move more than a finger wasn’t such a monumental task. Tears sprung to his eyes, and this time he didn’t have the energy to wipe them away. He was just so tired. Despite the burning in his joints, Sky curled up into as tight a ball as he could. The pain was enough that he knew he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep naturally, even as tired as he was. Wild’s special teas were the only thing that could get him to sleep through the night these last few weeks. 

Any of the others would’ve been up the tree already, searching with keen eyes for anyone in need of help. Mere years ago, Sky would’ve ignored his discomfort and gone up the tree himself. But not now. No, now Sky was crying on the ground, curled up in the dirt beneath the tree, crushing the innocent purple flowers.

[ablincoln666]

A light in the Darkness

Part 7

Crowley went flush and looked down his nose to Aziraphale’s closed eyes that had tears running from them. His fluffy short hair at the edge of his vision as he started to cry himself. He let Aziraphke pull him close as they cried out to the emptiness of the bookshop. Crowley pulled back and took an unsteady breath in as he looked at Aziraphale; he buried his head into the nook of Crowley’s neck and let out a shuddering breath before feeling Crowley’s hand hold his head closer. 

“I'm so sorry Crowley, I didn’t want to leave, I didn’t want to.” Aziraphale moaned into Crowley's shirt. “I just wanted to protect you, I didn’t want to see them hurt you again!” Crowley cupped Aziraphale’s face in his hands, it was streaked with tears and his eyes were puffy and red. 

“I’m okay now, now that you’re back I’m going to be fine and we are going to get through this together.” Crowley showed a soft smile as Aziraphale started to brighten up a little. Crowley gently passed his lips over Aziraphale’s. He kissed him showing his love and affection for the angel before pulling him into a tight hug. Crowley, just realizing that the record had stopped playing a long time ago and no kid was standing in the bookshop he perked up. Aziraphale stared up at him curious to what he was doing before Crowley had him against the shelves. He had his hands on Aziraphale's coat collar in no time just as Aziraphale had his hands against his jawline. They stood there for too long before Aziraphale perked up, “Where did the child go?” He said between gasps as Crowley had his mouth pressed against Azriaphale’s neck. Aziraphale tightened his grip on Crowley’s arms now, he felt his bowtie fall away with the edges of his coat. Crowley groaned when Aziraphale placed a hand on his waist gripping it with all his might as he pulled Crowley’s belt away. 

“Don’t know, don’t care.” Crowley gasped as Aziraphale had his hands laced around Crowley’s scarf. Aziraphale had Crowley now, his lips were pressed to Crowley’s snake tattoo as he whispered just barely brushing his ear, “I won’t ever leave you again if you will have me.”

“Yes, yes I will have you, I have wanted you for 6000 years angel, why wouldn’t I want you now just as much as back then?” Crowley pressed his lips again against Aziraphale before breaking off. “Why?”

“Oh, Crowley, I came back because I couldn’t,” Crowley interrupted, “Why me angel, why a demon like me? Why not an angel that does good, why me, a cursed demon of Satan?” Crowley was taller than Aziraphale remembered, he saw the stars Crowley used to make in his yellow eyes. Aziraphale truly loved this demon as much as he loved Crowley’s creations. 

“I-I love you, that’s why dear.” Aziraphale spoke softly to Crowley before there was a loud noise coming from the back of the shop. 

Both, the angel and demon, jumped and pulled away from each other. Corwley looked around the corner of the shelves as Aziraphale grabbed their littered clothes and walked out to find the source of the noise. Crowley followed in suit and grabbed his belt from Aziraphale, stringing it back through the belt loops before turning into the storage room in the back of the bookshop. 

There in the corner of the bookshop was Muriel, she was standing guard in the corner of the room before a bright orange and black fox zipped through her legs and jumped behind Aziraphale. The animal growled at Muriel as she tried to grab it. “Dear, why is there a fox in my bookshop?” 

“Sorry Supreme Archangel, this one just appeared in here, I was trying to get it calmed down but it only seems I made it worse.” Muriel tried again to reach for it but the animal zipped away towards Crowley the poor animal jumped up and landed on Crowley’s shoulders. Crowley leaned forward with a groan before almost tripping and regaining his balance. 

“Angel, it’s not a fox.”

“What in heaven’s name do you mean it’s not a fox, what else would it be?”

“I let’s just say that I found the kid.” Crowley said before petting the fox’s head and it jumped off.

“No, no it can’t be.” Aziraphale chimed in “How could she do that?”

“No idea, angel, but might as well ask her.” Crowley said and stepped away from the animal. The fox started to shift, it grew taller and formed a human body, just how Aziraphale remembered Crowley in Eden when he changed. 

Annabelle appeared in front of them with a frown at Muriel as she blew some hair out of her face and strolled out of the room.

Part 8 coming soon......

[yrthr]

☾ ONLY US ; S.HANBIN

s.hanbin masterlist / zb1 masterlist ; wc 0.893k

➛ genre / trope ; best-friends to lovers 🎧 — hello ! decided to go with a drabble and scenario is so cliché i love it and hopefully this isn’t too long i got carried away. and also hopefully its okay that this is in a school setting , im a sucker for school romance.

hanbin is affectionate and extremely clingy by nature and it shows through your friendship. however , recently , it seems as though he’s a bit too clingy.

“ y/n ! let me carry your bags for you. “

“ oh you have a lil’ something on your face , hold on… got it ! “

“ do you wanna go to the arcade after school ? my treat. “

“ its cold today , i brought a spare jacket for you. “

you’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t flutter at these things hanbin would do for you. you weren’t dense but it was absurd.

hanbin potentially having feelings for you ?

lets snap out of the delusions.

there was always something deep down in your heart for hanbin , although you weren’t sure if those feelings were romantic or platonic.

but you’d never confess , obviously.

“ i’ll see you after class , don’t fall asleep ! “

hanbin told you , giving you one of his bright smiles while continuously waving goodbye until you were out of his vision.

lord he acted as if he was enlisting.

tuesdays , wednesdays and thursdays were considered hell for hanbin. which teacher placed him and you in separate math classes because its on sight. well , at least he’d get to walk you home every time. [ and woohoo for dismissal ]

finally class had ended which had hanbin bursting out those doors like it was an action movie. he made his way to your classroom , ready to call out your name , just to see…

… you talking and laughing with max.

he stood outside the backdoors , watching the interaction and how you were so comfortable around his presence. how you laughed so hard at his jokes that you had to hit him. [ hanbin noticed you did this occasionally when you were really losing your shit ]

hanbin’s smile dropped ever so slightly and his heart felt like it had been punched.

a surge of anger rushed through his veins as slightly protective yet possessive thoughts flooded his mind.

he brushed it off.

sure , he definitely had feelings for you but that doesn’t mean you couldn’t make new friends.

“ y/n ! if you’re ready lets go. “

hanbin grabbed the handle of your bag about to prop it up on his shoulders when you stopped him.

“ actually , im going to the mall with max today. “

“ oh. “

“ uhm okay , have fun ! remember to text me when you get home. “

“ yeah , i will. “

hanbin ruffled your hair endearingly before walking away. [ he had to practically drag himself away from you ]

he looked back giving you a smile which you didn’t notice , too busy talking to your other male companion.

the bus ride home was lonely hanbin didn’t have anyone to give the window seat to or lean his head on their shoulder , not even to trace words or patterns on the back of someones hand.

the silent trip made him realise how much more you meant to him , if that was even possible. as before he already considered you his world.

‘ its okay.. it’s just for today. ‘

well , the next few days were definitely worse.

hanbin saw you with max at times apart from math class.

he’d walk to your shared table in between classes , both of you would talk with hand signals or just your eyes , sharing stupid tiktoks.

all these things you used to do with hanbin , and him alone , were now shared with some other guy.

hanbin was well aware he was jealous , maybe a bit hurt too.

of course you both would hang out but to see you share your smile , laugh and humour with someone other than him was … gut wrenching to say the least.

but he couldn’t blame you.

one day , hanbin couldn’t control his emotions anymore.

you and hanbin were sitting at a bench behind the school that was the usual hangout spot.

out of no where max popped out giving you a grin , plopping himself right next to you and swinging an arm around your shoulders. he started blabbing about something irrelevant , and completely ignoring the other male.

“ we have to go now. “

hanbin gently grabbed your hand and guided you to the empty student council room.

“ jesus that guy had some fucking spy gear or something. “

you joked.

you looked up seeing hanbin’s eyes slightly darting around to look at you , his lips slightly ajar , his hand still holding yours and his other hand reaching up to caress your cheek.

“ i have to get this off my chest. y/n i really really like you. like like you. and if you don’t feel the same or you’re already dating max , thats fine. i just want you to know that. “

your lips perked up into a smirk like smile and scoffed.

you looked down , “ that was somewhat insulting , i do have standards you know. “

“ but yeah , i guess i like like you too. “

hanbin’s smile grew wider showing off his bunny teeth and he couldnt help but let out a few laughs.

“ may i ? “

you nodded.

you closed your eyes expecting his lips on yours but instead felt a soft peck on the tip of your nose.

“ that’ll have to wait , i’ll plan something special. “

and with that your heart couldn’t handle it anymore , burying yourself into his chest.

hanbins arms wrapped around you , squeezing you.

the once empty room was filled with uncontrollable giggles and a newly formed couple.

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