#its like a pool only way to stop being afraid of it is to just plunge in there

[cherrysnax]

idk if having other people hold me accountable would help or make the fear worse 😤

[sodapopwrites]

the first sign of fall chapter four: you said no attachment

college au, the inner circle boys and the reader are bartenders.

pairings - eris vanserra x reader, a teensy bit of azriel x reader

summary - talking things out seems impossible, so you give up and do exactly what you shouldn't. you, azriel, and eris seem to never be able to find a way to communicate or to tell each other how you feel.

word count - 3.2k

a/n - man. i'm sorry. i love making things go horribly wrong. i swear things will work out at some point, but right now everybody has to be sad and afraid otherwise it's too easy. ALSO thank you to everyone who is showing so much support for this series. like i wish i could buy you all cookies or something.

read the rest of the series here!

You push your way into the locker room slowly. It’s filled with steam, curling its way from the showers, around the lockets, pooling at your feet. Almost like it was reaching you, pulling you towards him. You hear the steady stream of water against tile, broken only by the body under it. He wasn’t facing you. His back taught and head down, letting the scolding water stain his hair darker. 

“Eris?” 

Your voice was wavering and unsure. Your feet moving from side to side, fingers fiddling with the sleeve of your jacket. He straightened, his head raising, his entire body stiffening. Hackles up. The water turned off. He reached for the towel hanging on the wall next to him and wrapped it around his waist before turning around, towards you, but not looking at you. He traipsed across the room to his bag and started rifling through it for his clothes. His only acknowledgement of you, a small sniff as you sighed. 

“Please talk to me” 

It was the closest thing to begging he’d ever heard from you. Those four words drenched in desperation that was so out of character that his eyes snapped to yours. He shook his head, 

“I don’t have anything to say.” 

You take a deep shuddering breath. Trying to think what he wants from you. Scraping every corner of your mind for the right thing to say. You come up empty. You study his face, the cut on his lip, his forehead. The bleeding had stopped for the most part, but a garish bruise was starting to form on his cheekbone. You take a tentative step towards him. He doesn’t move an inch, almost as if he’s frozen. A deer in headlights. His eyes don’t leave yours as you draw closer and raise a hand to brush your fingers over the welt now blossoming under his skin. His eyes flutter closed and it takes all of his effort to lean away from your touch instead of into it. 

“Don’t” A small warning. Enough to force you a couple steps back. “I don't think I can do this. I meant it.” 

You shake your head vehemently, “Please don’t say that. Please. You want to talk? Let’s talk. You can’t just decide you’re done. There’s two of us in this Eris.” 

“You want to talk? Talk then.” 

He stares at you. His face completely unreadable. Cold in a way that it never had been before. His eyes always sold him away, always carried all of his feelings, like a window straight to his heart. But now, looking at them, you couldn’t see a thing. The only other person who ever managed that kind of mask….was Azriel. 

“I didn’t mean to blame you.” It was a lame response. You knew that. But you continued anyway. “You were hurt, and you'd gotten into a fight with Az, and I was worried, and lashed out.” 

He didn’t say anything. Small droplets of water rolled down his chest. His hair was tousled and damp. The heat of his body contrasting so harshly with the cool air, that small wisps of steam curled from him. It would have been a beautiful sight, if the look on his face didn’t scare you quite as much as it did. 

“Who were you really worried about?” His voice was low and calm. Horrifyingly calm. 

“Both of you.” 

It was an honest answer. Just not the one he wanted to hear. 

“I’m tired. I’m tired of being a second choice. I’m not something you can keep in your backpocket. I l-” 

He shook his head. As if the last couple words got stuck in his throat. He couldn’t say them. Not like this. Not when he was looking at you, draped in a jersey that wasn’t his, your eyes so desperate and pleading. I love you too much. That’s what he wanted to say. What he couldn’t say. Not when all he could think about was Azriel, and all those unspoken feelings. 

“You’re not.” 

That’s all you could say. Choking down the tears that you wanted to cry. You couldn’t cry. Not like this. You wouldn’t let him see that. It was too pathetic. Too desperate. 

He stared at you. Blankly. Mind reeling. You were on the brink of tears. He could see it plain as day. Just cry. Show some emotion. Any emotion. He wanted to yell it at you. Beg you. At least the tears would prove that this was more than nothing. But you didn’t. You just stood. Like looking at him was the most painful thing you could possibly be doing. 

He thought of Azriel. He had heard the two of you yelling before he had retreated to the showers, hoping that the water would drown out the sound of it. He didn’t want to hear what was being said. Didn’t need to hear more of Azriel’s opinions on him. 

He thought of the way that Azriel had years of history with you. The way he’d seen you cry, something you’d refuse to do in front of him. The way Eris had watched your eyes drift off into some far away thought and had your eyes snap back into focus, on him. Azriel had your embrace in moments of panic, a comfort and a quiet that you floated towards. A solace and hiding place you looked for. You never seemed to grow tired of him the way you grew tired of others. Azriel would have you for lifetimes and Eris didn’t want to be a footnote in that story.

“I just need time to think.” That was all he could think to say before finally pulling a shirt over his head. And turning away from you. 

“I’m scared of what that means.” 

He shook his head. He couldn’t look back at you. One right word from you and he’d cave. He’d give you anything you wanted no matter what it did to him. Your voice hit him again, like a bullet, 

“I’m scared it’s going to take you years to think, and figure it out, and I’m scared of what it’ll do to me.” 

He pulled his pants on and sat down to lace his shoes. Still refusing to look at you as he said the first thing that came to mind, 

“Well you always have Az to wash away whatever guilt you're feeling. I said it before. I’m done, so why don’t you go cry to him?” 

Out of the corner of his eye he saw your jaw set. The small nod of your head. It was the wrong thing to say. But he was begging you to prove him right. Begging you to do something to prove to him that he wasn’t what you wanted. 

You felt weak. Like your knees were about to buckle. Like every horrible thing you ever thought about yourself was right. It didn’t matter how much you cared about him, you never were able to find a way to make that clear. Could never just say it. Could never really figure it out. But he was right and that was the worst part. You fled from the locker room as quickly as you could while still holding onto a shred of dignity. The tears you had choked down rising like a violent tide. Tearing through your every nerve. Your whole body felt like it was burning, like the loss of him might actually consume you. Alone again. You couldn’t stand it. 

★ ★ ★ 

You shouldn’t have done it. But you weren’t thinking, completely on autopilot as you drove, as you walked up the steps, as your arm raised and knocked on the door. Your eyes still glistening, your cheeks red, and your body shaking lightly as the door opened slowly. 

Azriel. 

His eyes flashed with confusion, his hand going to run through his hair before leaning against the door frame as he took you in. Your jacket is gone. His jersey hanging off you. You looked wrecked. Terrified. So clearly the conversation with Eris didn’t work out and here you were. Like you always were when you lost something. 

“Is Cass home?” 

Your voice was shredded. Hoarse and devastated. The mask of cool collection you usually aimed for completely lost now. He shook his head slowly as he pulled the door slightly more ajar. 

“You want to talk?” 

You sniffled and curled your arms around yourself, “No. I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to think.” 

“So…What do you want?” 

He knew exactly what you wanted. He just needed to hear it straight from your bitten red and raw lips. 

“I don’t want to be alone.” 

A whisper. A small admission. Almost a question. 

He held out an arm and you pulled yourself into his embrace too easily. Your arms immediately circling around his neck. He leaned down to pull your legs around his waist and carried you across the threshold. Closing the door behind him. His fingers bruising against your thighs. Like he wanted his fingerprints embedded in your skin forever. His lips never leaving yours as he walked towards his room. As he lowered you to his bed. Only pulling away to peel your clothes off slowly. To press open mouthed kisses against your neck as he let his hands roam. His pace slow and deliberate, as if every small claim of his lips was a victory. 

It was. A small victory. He’d have you for lifetimes, maybe only like this, when he was needed to fill some emptiness inside you. But still. Others would have you for minutes at a time that in their lifespan would boil down to nothing. But he’d have you forever. A small form of revenge. 

He traced every path he thought Eris might have once marked as his own. Neither of you saying a word. Both of you ignoring the tears streaming down your face. Azriel only pausing once to wipe them away with a brief brush of his thumbs and soft shushing from his lips, before he sank his teeth into the crook of your neck. The force behind it bruising and almost angry. Like he wanted it to hurt. Like he wanted you to remember that feeling in the morning. Like he wanted you to remember that other men would have your adhd driven drifts of attention, your accolades and commendation. Your fantasies and broken form of love tainted remedies to draw out seconds on a timesheet. Your short term hyperfocus. Your false forms of naive intimacies. Your fleeting fingers through their hair when they bend their heads to you. Your anger when they don’t live up to the image you’ve built in your head. 

You closed your eyes. Letting him take the lead. You didn’t want to think. Didn’t want to do anything, but feel him. Because that was the easiest thing you could possibly do. The easiest way to not be alone. 

Azriel reveled in it. Your attention when convenient. Your gaze when you thought he was too lost in his movements against you. The way he could still feel your anger from earlier bubbling under the surface, and the way that it didn’t matter now. The way that you had still come to him. The way that he was always right. The way that the little jersey stunt had worked exactly in his favor. The way he always managed to do exactly what you wanted. The way your nails raked across his shoulder blades and you let out a choked sob. 

He’d let you right to it. Something to be angry about again. The one thing you wanted. The one thing you never wanted Eris to see. The one real thing you were. Angry and afraid. Afraid of everything you had ever felt. 

A small form of revenge. 

He held you close to his chest after. He knew you’d leave. Just like you had done before. Just like you did every time something too intimate, no matter what the scale, happened between the two of you. You didn’t move. You didn’t speak. You’d stopped crying, but by the way you were breathing he knew you still wanted to. So he held you tighter. 

★ ★ ★

You left while he was still asleep. Seven in the morning. Guilt rippling through your entire body. Eris expected the worst from you, so you did the worst thing you could think of, and it felt good. That was the worst part. You closed Azriel’s door as quietly as you could and turned around, immediately met with Cassian’s hulking form leaning against the wall of the hallways. His arms crossed and his eyebrow raised. Your eyes widened. Since when has he ever woken up this early? 

“Again?” 

You didn’t respond. Heading for the door shaking your head. He stepped in front of you, blocking your exit. 

“Why?” 

His voice was a whisper, but the question hit like he was shouting. 

“I didn’t know what else to do.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him as you said it. 

“You look like you just had a death in the family or something. That’s not how you should look after hooking up with someone. This is…this fucking sadness that you get from Eris….Even Az can’t fix that.” 

You look at him now. He was wrong. Of course he wanted to blame Eris. Why wouldn’t he? 

“It’s not Eris that made me��.” 

You trailed off and Cassian inhaled deeply. Finally getting it. Whatever you and Azriel had going on…hurt you just as much as it hurt him. A mutual form of self destruction. 

“So why did you do it?” 

Azriel’s door opened now. You didn’t hear it. Didn’t notice that Azriel had finally woken up and was watching intently as you responded, 

“Because Azriel….” You push Cassian out of the way and reach for the door, “Eris makes me weak.” 

You close the door behind you and Cassian flinches at the sound of it clicking shut. His eyes looking towards his friend now. Azriel looked like he’d seen a ghost. Eris makes me weak. The only way you could think to say that you were in love with him. The only way you could find to express that the feeling scared you so deeply that you went back to something you, and everyone else, had so adamantly ignored for years. It was almost like falling in love with Azriel and wasting it had turned you into something cold. Something accidentally cruel. 

Cassian sighed and shook his head. The disappointment coming off him in waves. Azriel unsure which one of them that disappointment was really directed at. Cassian watched him, he looked small, and unlike himself. He thought of the years Az had spent chasing whatever had happened between the two of you that one night. Like he was so desperate to prove that he was capable of love. Like having you in any small form would make him better at it, like doing whatever he could to keep you away from other people, and bring you back to him. Would prove that he could love someone. Like letting you in last night and fucking you while you cried was a testament to how much he was willing to ignore. Maybe that was what he thought love was. Ignoring all the bad and taking you anyways, under any condition, nevermind who your heart really called for. 

“You’re just a glutton for punishment aren’t you Az?” 

That was all Cassian said as he turned back to his room and shut the door sharply behind him. Leaving Azriel to stand alone in the morning shadow soaked hall. 

★ ★ ★

Eris’ apartment felt empty. Without your laughter. Without you sitting at his kitchen counter biting your nails and complaining about whatever class was pissing you off at the moment. 

He sat alone in his living room. Your sweater still draped over the back of the chair he crashed into. His eyes falling on the plants you had lined up against his windowsill while muttering something about lifeless male living spaces. The notes you had written him stuck to his fridge. The books you had left scattered across his coffee table. The pair of shoes you placed next to his by the door, shrugging, and saying it’s good to have a spare. Almost every inch of his apartment screamed your name, and begged for your return. 

He remembered the ice in your stare as he told you to run back to Azriel. The kind of cold he could never warm. The set determination of your walk as you strode away from him. He knew exactly where you were right now. He knew that you had done exactly what you told him to, and he couldn’t even find it in himself to blame you. He should have just talked to you. Should have made it clear to you that he wanted everything. That he was all in. That he didn’t care about the fact that you were scared, he could see it clear as day. He’d seen it since you started seeing each other. The way that you were so terrified that the second you admitted how much he meant to you, he’d leave. 

It wasn’t like you made your affections a secret. You had decorated his apartment. You had spent all of your free time with him. You had held him so tight at night that sometimes he wondered if you thought that if you let go he’d slip away, or fade away. You had given him annotated book’s, highlighting lines you thought he might like. Had sent him playlists and pictures of things throughout the day that reminded you of him. Had wrapped your arms around him lazily and pulled him away from his computer whispering you have to stop being such a workaholic. The closest you let yourself get to exhibiting how much you worried about him. You had made it as clear as you could. 

But he could’t wipe the image of Azriel’s smirk as you had yelled at him what the fuck is wrong with you? Like your outburst was some sort of victory. Like shadowsinger had won. Like getting Eris to fight him was exactly what he had hoped for.

He remembered the way that Azriel went slack under him as they fought, the way he had let Eris throw punch after punch and seemed almost elated as blood spilled from his mouth. Like the blood would stain your hands and force you into remembering what and who really mattered. And maybe it had. 

Eris sighed and stood from his chair. Sleep. He needed sleep. But when he laid eyes on his bed, the sheets rumpled and blankets a mess. He thought of you that morning. Refusing to wake up, quietly calling for him to come back to bed, telling him to stop answering emails and come kiss you awake. The way he’d obliged and reveled in your warmth, and your smell, and the soft graze your fingers across his skin. He should have stopped you from leaving. 

I’m scared it’s going to take you years to think, and figure it out, and I’m scared of what it’ll do to me.

He should have told you. I love you too much. But he didn’t and now he’d have to suffer the consequences. Maybe that was what he deserved. Maybe he thought, this is what happens when he let himself fall in love with someone. When he let his walls down. When he let someone into his space. 

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[ganondoodle]

can you tell us more ab shargon’s kids?? :0

(sorry for the ... very rough sketch and probably unreadable text, struggeling alot with art atm ... still ..)

Thank you for asking!

Shargon has two young children, Jyothi and Tyura (forgive the weird names, made them when i was young and they are too ingrained now to change ..)

(Shargon is a single parent; demons do not have a gender/only one, all of them have the ability to bear children with an organ that sits right beneath the demonic heart, they also do not need a partner, they can just decide to have a child and trigger the process- while carrying they cannot shapeshift since an unborn demon cannot go along with that- genetics are usually not a problem since demons generally draw from a huge gene pool dating back eons; if they have a partner they will have to exchange some heartblood for the child to be a mix of both; growing a child is very energy draining and when carrying its not unusual for a demon to resort to consuming food, which they typically dont need to do; maintaining a certain energy level is very important since otherwise the risk of deformities in the child increases alot; a newborn demon (birth occurs through the mouth) has a few baby teeth with which to bite its parent/caretaker and feed on their demonic blood, it is not a requirement but many do since it accelerates their growth and can even out energy imbalances)

Jyothi, comparable to a 13 year old human, is a rather healthy young demon with alot of skill using elemental magic (wind in her case), which is why shes being taught by Lord Eadrya; Eadrya wants Shargon dead and regularly attacks him and although both of his children inherited his unnatural and hated/feared eye color, Jyothi stood up to Eadrya not knowing who they were at the time (and thus not their status and reputation) since Shargon lives extremely isolated- and even challenged them to a fight showing so much character and skill that Eadrya saw past her heritage and offered to teach her

The two get along well and she often sneaks away to find them bc she is so eager to learn and spend time with such a powerful and careless demon that everyone respects ... unlike her parent, who is weak, riddled with anxiety and hated by everyone, she still loves him of course, but the more time she spends away the more she adopts the way the other demons think and speak of Shargon

Shargon hates that she goes to them so much, mostly bc he is afraid they, and especially Eadrya, will hurt her or stop her from returning home, even with her special status bc of her talents, she still is his child after all; he does not and could not force her to not go though (a benefit is that she has been the only one besides Thor (Eadryas best friend) able to stop Eadrya from literally killing Shargon, as much as they are horrible to him, they do care alot for her)

(Jyothi has only started to grow her horns and her markings and colors will shift alot as she grows, as is typical for young demons)

Tyura, comparable to a 6 year old human, is much more like Shargon himself, very fearful and skitters away if theres anything they are unsure of, they are of the same elemental type as Shargon (lightning) but thus far has never used it beyond weak defensive shocks; they are also mute and have a deformed left hand likely bc Shargon was attacked and hunted for a long time while carrying them, thus not able to provide a stable energy level the other demons know of them but any attempt to get close to them has been prevented either by Shargon himself or .. Tyura fleeing and hiding (their body structure is also rather similar, the round shape is largely just fluffy feathers)

when Shargon is in the human world his children tend to stay with the only other demon he can trust (Ceryrion, an earth elemental and the chillest guy you can imagine), they dont like him much but love children and will happily go about their day while a little Tyura clings onto their back (though Tyura will absolutely dive back to Shargon whenever they notice his presence) both kids have been to the human world before but since it is very uncomfortable to be in as a demon he has only done so for them to meet Mori (Shargons human friend that lives .. illegally .. at the gates to the demon world) and avoided bringing them there otherwise

the time he is away has notably increased alot after accepting the deal with Zaphira (being her bodyguard .... 24 hours a day .. granted she did not know he had children, and also didnt know anything about demons but that she could use him to solve her problems)

here i go rambling again, i hope that gave you a bit of an idea of them ;O;

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Cruising to a new life - Part 9

Amazingly, with all the effort she was putting in, Adriana didn’t seem to get tired or lose motivation. She had 3 more pushes from the position she was in, though each resulted in the head retreating once more.

“This active part of labour” she was cut short with a yell, stopping momentarily “can be a very positive experience for the mother.” Once more she made a noise which could only be destined as a yell-grunt. “As you actively push, you feel empowered to be directing your energies towards something positive – COME OUT!” She screamed the last words, her eyes closing and her head pressing down into her chest. She clamped her feet down and grabbed the sides of the tub so hard as she pushed, back in the auditorium we could almost be certain she was going to lift herself out of the water.

At the end of that show though, once again we had the same result. Adriana gulping for air and panting, her chest and belly bobbing around so much they were sloshing the water of the pool, and between her legs, a glimpse – admittedly getting bigger each time, but still vanishing – of the head then suddenly nothing again.

Miguel was just finishing up with Jess, checking over the delivery of her placenta and getting her and the baby wrapped up warm when he shouted over “try changing positions, might help get things moving. Gravity always helps.”

Adriana acknowledged with a nod as she scrambled around in the tub into a type of sumo squat, her hands gripped on the edges with her back arched so much that her vagina was actually out of the water.

“I can’t stay like this for long, my back hurts, I need it submerged. Charles can you use the roller on my back.” She sounded a little anguished as the need to push was back upon her and she let out a low groan. Charles brought a spiky roller and reached over the edge of the tub to press it into the small of Adriana’s back, whereupon her moan turned to a different pitch, something a little more euphoric.

The mention of back pain caused Miguel to pause for a fleeting moment. I’m not sure if anyone else noticed but I caught it out of the corner of my eye as he just stopped all activity for half a second then resumed his work placing a hat on Jess’s baby’s heard. The baby itself was being a model pupil, has latched on for its first feed, and Jess was lying back in a sleepy haze enjoying the flood of endorphins which come in the immediate postpartum moments.

Miguel made sure she was content before turning his full attention back to Adriana. Our viewpoint had changed in the few moments between as the camera man moved around the tub to get as good a glimpse of the head as he could, though with Charles in the way the majority of it was blocked.

Her push had escalated once more to a yelling scream, her hands white-knuckled on the edge of the tub. “Wide hips, give the baby room” shouted Miguel, and Adriana squatted deeper for the rest of the contraction until finally she released the edge of the tub and slumped back down with a splash.

As the cameraman moved his position we saw no change between her legs. We heard people muttering and saying consoling words in the auditorium, mothers with their own children already born, knowing exactly what the poor woman was going through.

“I need the gas and air again” came a now weakened voice from Adriana. Things were clearly starting to take their toll. “It’s just so painful. It’s not between my legs either… my back, my back…” she took a big gulp of the mixture as the mouthpiece was offered to her.

“Adi, I think your baby might be pressing against your spine, which is why it hurts there so much. I’m afraid if you want to stay natural, all you can do is to push through it. I wish there was some magic button I could press to make it all go away, but there isn’t. You just have to tough it out sis.” Miguel’s words weren’t exactly sugar coated that’s for sure, but it seemed that even those few words were a bit of a good luck charm as on the next push something miraculous happened.

The next contraction had Adriana muttering to herself, her voice inaudible to the camera. As the contraction continued, her voice became louder and louder. About 10 seconds into the contraction, we finally heard her speaking. Myself and Jodie were caught looking at each other in confused disbelief when we realised the words coming out from Adriana’s mouth - “Hokey… Kokey. Hokey… Kokey… Hokey FUCKING KOKEY!” she was screaming by the end. Her teeth were almost clenched in a snarl.

Charles reacted by holding her tight. He seemed to be consoling Adriana, his head pressed in close to her, whispering in her ear. We couldn’t hear what he said, but Adriana was lost to the force of the contraction. We weren’t even sure if she could hear what Charles was attempting to say to her in her blind reaction to what her body was doing to her. Jodie’s hand went to her mouth when she realised. “Shit… we just learned what Adriana’s BDSM safeword is… looks like these two play dirty in the bedroom. Sorry babe… looks like there's no stopping this one.”

Adriana pushed once more, her efforts yelling and screaming as she did so many times before, Charles in position behind her taking the full brunt of her squeezing hands against his, Miguel and the camera man between her legs at the front. As the aftermath of the push played out and Adriana was once more left panting, the auditorium collectively held its breath – the top of the baby’s head remained visible. Miguel was the first to congratulate Adriana on the progress, but it was Jess who shouted up next.

“Yeah, go boss lady go! There’s a room full of people over on the other side of the ship cheering you on right now.” The auditorium actually erupted in cheers. It was good natured chaos in there, babies screaming after the sudden shock of the noise and both new mothers and mothers to be both giving their thoughts on the situation. The next push came, and yes, more progress. The anticipation in the room was electric. Adriana’s efforts actually seemed to be more focused with less telling involved.

Though clear progress was being made, Adriana was very vocal about it. Each push came with shrieks and yells, even some desperate pleas from the birthing mother for the baby to come out. Jodie gripped my hand tight watching this all play out on a massive screen, perhaps given the unique nature of this being a cinema screen I may have been guilty of – just for a moment – thinking this was some sort of Hollywood blockbuster dramatic scene until realisation dawned again that the woman suffering on screen was someone I had only been talking to yesterday.

I heard someone off to the side of me sounding in a bit of a panic. “I really don’t think I can watch her rip open on the big screen I really hope she gets the head out without hurting herself” and quite frankly the thought of that prior to her saying it hadn’t even crossed my mind. I’ve got to admit blood didn’t bother me, but even then, watching a vagina bigger than my head tear isn’t something I really felt like seeing.

As the head kept on moving tiny millimetre by tiny millimetre through each push, I found myself holding my breath. Miguel announced that Adriana was now at the widest point, could likely feel the ring of fire. It was met with a screaming “I know!” by the lady in the tub.

Adriana asked Charles to grab her under her arms between the next contraction and suddenly she stamped her feet down, pushing herself up out of the tub with the force. She thrusted upwards to an almost standing position whilst bellowing out the loudest scream yet, relying purely on Charles strength to keep her up.

As she surged upwards, she pushed downwards and suddenly there it was, a head between her legs – facing us. The baby was posterior, and that’s the reason why she had been having such a rough time with labour.

The water poured down, draining from her body and between her legs as Miguel dashed around. Adriana sagged, almost pulling Charles down with her, but he held tight to counterbalance, still not fully grasping what had happened as his view down was obstructed by Adriana’s body.

The auditorium went silent in the moment, it seemed to last forever though it was only a split second. Soon the babies cried, the gasps and cheers were heard and people started to clap. As if on cue, Adriana actually remembered to breathe herself, her eyes wide with shock. Miguel plunged into the pool up to his knees as he then kneeled down between Adriana’s legs, hands poised around the hanging head to catch if needed.

Adriana suddenly realised that something had changed. The crippling pain that she had been dealing with due to the posterior baby had ended and she actually felt elated. She was ready for this whole ordeal to be over. Dropping a had down between her legs, she felt the baby for the first time. She slowly ran her hands over its little nose and face. It was her baby… her and Charles’s baby. “Baby… we have a baby…” she was babbling at this point.

“Nearly there baby… your work is nearly done” came Charles from behind her.

“Charles… squeeze!” the command was sudden, and a little unexpected to all of us in the auditorium. Charles knew exactly what to do though when asked, as his hands slipped to a loose grip on Adriana’s body and snaked around to cup her breasts. He took her nipples pinched between his fingers and tugged on them. Adriana groaned as she dropped down lower and lower, the babys head skimming the top of the pool water, Charles and Miguel following in their respective positions.

It took one strong, loud push and suddenly the baby was in Miguel’s hands and being held as Adriana was slowly lowered back down into the water to rest. The baby was passed to her, and tears flowed freely from her eyes. Charles couldn’t help but join in as well. He looked up to the camera and announced to the auditorium. “Ladies and gentlemen, please meet my son. I hope you’ll permit us the opportunity to relax together as a family. I’ll be out tomorrow to show him off to our fellow passengers. Thank you for joining us on this journey.”

With that the screen faded to black as the stream cut out and was replaced with a company logo on the big screen in front of us.

I turned to Jodie as the couple fussed around the newborn on screen. “Looks like she got done in time for tea” I grinned.

Jodie looked at me, slightly worried. “I think we better put thoughts of tea to one side” her hand rubbing her belly. I must have turned white.

“Do you mean you’re having the baby?” Even I could sense the note of panic in my voice. I knew we’d been hoping for this for days, but after just watching 2 babies being born it felt a bit strange thinking it had to happen all over again.”

“No silly,” Jodie actually burst out laughing, the moment having its desired effect, “I’ve had so many snacks, I couldn’t eat a thing… well maybe some ice cream.”

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Chapter 11: heat of the moment

Pairing: alpha!steve Rogers x alpha!sam Wilson x alpha!bucky Barnes x omega!reader

Word count: 3.9k

Warning: smut! All the smut… I don’t think I’ve ever written so much smut for one chapter! Heat, ruts, claiming, biting, bond marks little tiny bit of insecure reader at the end. Some oral (f receiving), tiny bit of choking (you’ll see),

A/N:I’m surprised wrote this so quickly but I had been thinking about this chapter for a while. As always let me know your thoughts, I appreciate the reblogs and comments it hyped me up to write more.

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“My heat?”

“Yeah sunshine. It makes sense we’ve been around each other nonstop for the last week and a half. It was bound to happen.”

“But it didn’t feel so-so bad last time.” You whined.

“Possibly because you’ve been with the three of us constantly.” Sam says. “What do you want to do, sunshine? We can get Bruce here to help get rid of the symptoms or…”

“Or what?”

“We could help you through it. But it’s your choice if we claim you or not.” Steve says.

“Would you want to?” Your voice was small and you were afraid that they’d say no.

“Of course we do, you’re our best girl.” Bucky speaks up.

“I’d like that. To have your marks, all three of you.” You said before groaning when you felt more slick forming between your legs. It didn’t help that their scents were stronger now, this was just your body’s way of reacting to them.

“Ok, sweetheart. Everything is your choice, we’ll do what you want. Who do you want first?”

You looked at the three of them wide eyed.

“Sunshine, you’re ok. You’re safe with us. Just say the word and we’ll stop ok?”

You nodded, your brain foggy and thinking about only one thing.

“Use your words baby.”

“What I say goes.”

“Good girl.” Sam purrs out as he sat down in the nest you’d built.

Before Steve and Bucky left you and Sam, you practically demanded their shirts to add to the nest. Their scents helped soothe you. Any of them would have been a good choice as your first but Sam had been the one you connected with first. He had eased your worries about being in a relationship not only with an alpha but with the three of them. It would only make sense that as your hindbrain took over that you’d seek that same comfort in this part of the relationship.

“Tell me what you want, omega?”

“You. I want you alpha.” You whined as you straddled his thick thighs.

Sam didn’t stop you when you played with the hem of his t-shirt and then pulled it over his head. You’d seen him shirtless plenty of times and you’ve even had a few make out sessions that also ended with him shirtless but this was different. Sam placed his hands on your waist and pulled you closer before crashing his lips into yours. He only pulls away to take off your shirt and then his lips are on your neck and chest until he takes your nipple in his mouth. Your hips jerk forward as a reaction to his ministrations. Especially when his hand finds its place between your thighs and is expertly teasing your clit.

“Sam please.”

“I’ve got you. I’m gonna make you feel good.” He murmured against your skin.

Without warning he ripped the leggings you were wearing. Which was a good thing because you felt like you were burning up.

“Is all this for me?” Sam said with a cocky smirk as he felt the wetness that pooled between your legs.

“Alpha, please. Need you.”

“So pretty when you beg, omega.”

Sam moved you back slightly, enough to pull down his sweats. At any other moment you would have realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear but right now you were more interested in getting some sort of relief. Your attention was on his hardened length and instinctively you wrapped your hand around it and began to move it up and down. You preened when he moaned out your name.

“Y/N, are you sure you want this? Do you want me to claim you?” He asked one more time before he completely lost himself. You couldn’t tell yet but his rut was being triggered just by your heightened scent alone.

“Yes alpha. Want your mark and your knot.”

Sam growled at that and then an arm wrapped around you, pulling you up so that he could line himself up with your entrance. Your breath hitched as you lowered yourself onto him. You had been with a beta once but he didn’t compare to Sam. Sam was bigger, you were sure they would all be. The stretch was a bit uncomfortable at the beginning. He was gently running his hands up and down your thighs to keep you grounded and kissing your neck and chest to distract you. Once you were fully seated and you had a chance to get used to him, he cursed under his breath.

“Are you good, sunshine?”

“Mhm.”

“Take your time baby, I’m all yours. It’s just us, nothing else matters.” Sam smiles up at you as his hands move to your hips.

But you couldn’t wait anymore and you rolled your hips. You moaned as you did it once and a second time. Sam helps you build a steady rhythm by guiding your hips. Soon that isn’t enough and your hands are on his shoulders as you start to bounce on his cock.

“Fuck ‘mega. Feel so good, taking me so well.” Sam mutters. The grip he has on your hips tightens as he starts to take control. It causes more slick to drip from your center and you whine. “Make a mess on my cock ‘mega. Just like that.”

“Alpha, please.” You beg. “W-wanna cum.” You were right there on the edge of bliss but you needed a small push.

His scent was intoxicating, the way Sam held you close was comforting but it was the way he looked at you, as if you were the most precious thing in the world that made you throw your head back. Giving him easy access so that he could claim you. Sam shifted under you a bit, planting his feet firmly and thrusting up into you. That was all you needed as he hit your g-spot over and over again. It was sudden the wave of pure bliss crashed over you. Sam nearly growled as you clenched around him. Then you felt his teeth break skin but there was no pain, not when he helped you through your orgasm.

You were panting and resting your forehead against his shoulder while he rolled his hips a few more times before his knot locked you into place. He guided you to his neck, urged you to claim him just as he had you and you did it happily and he came with a grunt of your name.

The bond snapped into place and you’d never felt so alive or connected to anyone before.

“So good for me ‘mega.” Sam said softly as he pulled a blanket over you. He kissed your temple. You wanted to say something but you were so tired, your eyelids felt heavy. “It’s ok. Just rest.”

Without a worry in the world you relaxed against him and closed your eyes.

****

“Sam?” You called out as you woke up, worried he had left you.

“I’m right here sunshine.” He poked his head out from the bathroom and smiled at you.

Warmth spread through your chest as you made eye contact and your hand flew to your neck. There you found his mark on you and his smile brightened even more.

“How are you feeling?”

“Good. Great actually but…”

“But?”

“A little sore.” You said, a bit afraid he’d be upset but he smirked instead. Pride flooded the bond.

“Yeah you are.”

“Sam!” You felt heat rush to your cheeks and more slick formed at the thought of what you had done with him.

“It’s ok baby. I have just the thing for you.”

He walked out of the bathroom and without missing a beat he picked you up. The bathroom was warmer and there were a few candles set up. The bathtub was filled with water and you could smell whatever scented oils he used. There were a few flower petals floating on top too. Sam turned in order to set you down in the tub but your grip on his neck tightened.

“Get in with me?” You looked up at him with doe eyes, something you knew he couldn’t resist.

“Of course.”

Sam got in first and then you did, sitting between his legs and resting your back against his chest. His fingers delicately drew patterns up and down your arm and you sighed contently.

“Thank you.” You said after a few minutes of silence.

“For what?”

“Everything. You’ve been wonderful.”

“Baby, I’d do anything for you. We all would.” He says.

“I know.” You turn to look at him. “I just want you to know that I’m grateful and I’d do anything for the three of you.”

Sam smiles and places a gentle, loving kiss on your lips.

“Well all I want you to do for me right now is to get comfortable again and enjoy this bath before things get intense again.”

You smile and do as he says, enjoying the feel of his kiss on his mark.

Sam had placed you back in your nest. He cuddled with you a bit longer but as your heat built up again he knew it was time for him to let Steve or Bucky in. Even though he was reluctant to do so. Even amongst a pack like theirs possessiveness was bound to happen during an omega’s first heat with her alphas if there were more than one. He knew it was ridiculous to feel that way but he couldn’t help it.

With one last kiss to your forehead Sam got out of the nest you’d built that now smelled like sex. He was replaced by Bucky at your request. You sighed happily when you felt his vibranium hand caress your cheek.

“How are you feeling?” Bucky checked in with you.

“Bad, need you.”

“I know, moonbeam. I’m gonna take care of you now.” Bucky cooed. “Do you still want this? Want my mark on your neck?”

You only nodded as you felt that all familiar fuzziness taking over.

“Use your words darling.”

“Yes, I want it.”

“Good girl.” Bucky smirked as you preened.

He pulled back the blanket you’d been wrapped up in, leaving you bare for him. Bucky inhaled deeply as the sweet scent of French lavender, violets and honey that usually lulled him into a sense of calm, now made him feel alive in a different way. He couldn’t help but settle in between your legs. His lips moving up your thighs and leaving a trail of kisses. Bucky didn’t waste any time as he licked a long stripe from your weeping entrance to your clit. He growled at your taste before sealing his lips around your bundle of nerves.

You gasped at the sensation and your hands found their way into Bucky’s hair. The sweet sounds you were making were like music to his ears and he wanted to hear more. Soon enough he slowly started using a finger to fuck you.

“So fucking good omega.” He murmured against your mound before he started to flick his tongue over your clit.

“Alpha please.”

If the heat alone wasn’t enough, Bucky’s very talented mouth wiped all functions from your brain. You knew what you wanted but you couldn’t ask for it. Not with the way he was using two fingers to find that spongy spot inside. The need low in your belly built quickly and you found yourself grinding against his face.

“Be a good girl and cum for your alpha.” Bucky growled and it sent a shiver down your spine and straight to your pussy. You moaned as your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

It took a moment to come down from that high but when you did Bucky was gently caressing your cheek. He smiled at you when you finally looked up at him.

“So pretty when you cum, omega. I wanna see you do it on my knot.”

“Please alpha.” You reached for him and he gladly ducked his head and kissed you. Another moan escapes your lips when you taste yourself on his tongue.

Bucky moves to hover over you without breaking the kiss. Your legs part willingly as he settles himself in between them. When you feel his cock, already hard and leaking precum, against your heat you roll your hips.

“So desperate ‘mega. Is this what you want?” He rolled his hips and you moaned.

You nod and whine as he pulls away slightly. Bucky lines himself up, groaning as he pushes in.

“Look at that, you were made just for me.”

His hands find yours and he puts them over your head, pinning them with one hand. Bucky is slow with a roll of his hips. As much as he wanted to go fast and hard, he remembered that you were more delicate. He had much more restraint than he realized, even when you sounded so pretty.

“Alpha…”

“What do you want, omega? Tell me.” He ran his nose along your neck and he placed a kiss over Sam’s mark before giving your breasts attention.

“More, please.”

“More?”

“Faster. Harder.”

The growl that rumbled in his chest had you clenching around him.

“Are you sure about that darling? Think you can handle me fucking you like that?”

“Yes, please. Need it.”

Bucky smirked, his eyes completely dark and full of lust. His hand letting go of yours and traveling down your body until they’re at your hips. He pulled away from you, sitting up on his haunches and pulling you with him. Bucky snaps his hips once, testing out if that’s really what you want. You throw your head back with a moan as you hold on to his forearms. He does it again and again until he’s built a rhythm that is pushing you to the edge. He knows it just by the way you flutter and clench around him, that and the chorus of yes and alpha that pour out from your mouth.

When you finally reach your peak and you’re engulfed in pure pleasure, Bucky leans over and marks you. You feel his teeth break skin and then his tongue runs over the new mark. The next thing you feel is his knot and you will yourself to look up at him. He’s so beautiful like this, completely blissed out and barely holding back. Bucky offers you his neck and you claim him just how he had done with you. His knot catches and keeps him in place as he whispers your name. With a few final sloppy thrusts, Bucky cums.

Bucky wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you with him so that you’re laying on top of him completely. With a satisfied sigh and a smile on both your lips you let sleep take you as Bucky mutters praises in your ear.

****

To your surprise Bucky is still in the nest with you. He was seated up with his back resting against the pillows you had placed to the side earlier. He smiles as you look up at him.

“Hey there sleepyhead.”

“Hey.” You sit up and move to straddle his thighs and hide your face in the crook of his neck.

“Are you ok? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, just wanna be close to you.”

You missed Bucky’s sweet smile as he wrapped his arms around you. He held you close for a few minutes, just enjoying the new bond that had been formed between the two of you.

“You need to drink some water.” He muttered a few minutes later. You pulled back to see he had a water bottle close by as well as some snacks. “Gotta keep your energy up, darling.” He said when he followed your eyes.

“I don’t want to eat.”

“What, all you wanna do is fuck?” He teases.

“Yeah.” You teased right back and he laughed. It was still a new and strange sensation, feeling his happiness through the bond. Along with that feeling Sam’s curiosity piqued.

“Just a few bites of something darling. Let me take care of you.”

“Ok.”

“Good girl.” Bucky’s praise sent a shiver up your spine.

The rest of the time with Bucky was spent cuddling and napping. You weren’t sure what time it actually was but you didn’t care as you were lulled to sleep with the coolness of Bucky’s left hand on your forehead.

The door opens slowly to reveal Steve. He was shirtless and was wearing sweats that hung low on his hips. The sight was mouth watering. He had a smirk on his face and a dark, lust blown look in his eye.

“Hi my sweet starlight.” He said as he walked in and closed the door.

“Hi.”

“Do you need anything?”

“Just you.” You whispered.

“Good answer.”

Although Steve is radiating the confidence that comes with being the head of the pack, both the team and personal, he’s gentle as he gets into the nest. He still understands how vulnerable you are at the moment. Steve hovers over you as he crashes his lips against yours. This kiss is more dominant and all consuming than any you’d shared before. You moan against his lips as his hands find your breasts and palms them.

“You like that, sweetheart?” He asks against your lips and you nod. “Do you want more?” You nod again.

“Please alpha, need more.”

“Then present for your alpha.” He whispered in your ear.

The command left no room for argument. Not that you would, the growl laced within it spoke directly to your inner omega. You scrambled to get on your hands and knees. Just for good measure you lowered your chest toward the floor and wiggled your hips for him. You heard his groan and then felt a sting on your ass from where he smacked you.

“Such a tease. You’ve been doing it for weeks.” He mutters before smacking your ass again after hearing your moan.

“You’re a tease.”

“Is that what you think baby?”

“Yes.” You say breathlessly as you feel Steve shift behind you and run his hardened length between your folds to gather the slick that has accumulated there.

“No more teasing then. I’m gonna give you what you want.”

“Please alpha.” You wiggle your ass for him one more time before he buries himself inside you in one thrust.

That was enough to knock the wind out of your lungs and your mouth to hang open. Steve could feel you clenching around him and it took everything in him to not fuck you into oblivion. At least not yet, he knew he needed to ease into it. Steve pulled back slowly and immediately you felt empty so you pushed back into him.

“Someone’s desperate.” He teases while grabbing your hips to keep you in place.

Then he pushes back into your warm cunt. Steve leaves a trail of kisses up your spine while he ruts into you.

“You feel so fucking good wrapped around me.” He whispers into your ear. “Gonna make you feel so good.”

Steve straightens up and starts to thrust harder and faster. You grip the pillow closest to you as you take every inch of him. He’s turned you into putty in his hands and all you can do is moan and writhe beneath him.

It doesn’t take long for you to start feeling that fire deep in your belly build. It’s obvious to Steve that you’re close with the way you’re making a mess and fluttering around his cock. His hand snakes around your body and wraps around your throat and he pulls you up. Steve moves his free hand from your hip to your clit, giving you added stimulation.

“Alpha… So good.” You said, over and over again.

“Are you gonna cum for me, pretty girl? I know you are. I can feel you squeezing me. So fucking tight.”

The combination of his filthy words, thrusts and hand between your legs was enough. You feel a wave of pleasure wash over you and the only thing keeping you up is Steve’s arms around you. His head is buried in your neck and that’s when you realized he’s left his mark on your neck. Before you can enjoy the feeling, Steve is pulling away and laying you down on your back before settling between your legs again. He smiles down at you while he lines himself up again.

This time when you look at him you can see the tenderness in his eyes. He’s gentle and caring with how he searches for his own release. Your hand comes up to caress his cheek as he whispers your name as he finds his own bliss and exposes his next to you. His knot seals you together for the moment, but your mark on his neck seals you together forever. Before moving Steve peppers kisses all over your face. Then as carefully as he can he moves to lay on his side. Your leg thrown over his hip and his arms around your waist to keep you close.

****

You’re cuddled up next to Steve when an overwhelming feeling washes over you. You can’t stop the silent tears that slip through your lashes and fall on his bare chest. He pulled back to get a better look at you at the sensation and noticed the tears.

“Sweetheart what’s wrong?” Steve asks as he sits up, bringing you with him. “Did I hurt you?”

You shake your head. There’s no real way to explain it. Soon the door to the room opens to reveal Bucky and Sam. They both have worried expressions on their faces.

“Talk to me baby. What’s wrong? Do you need something?”

“No, I just- I don’t know how to explain it. It just feels like a lot.” You said as you moved into Steve’s lap looking for comfort.

The three alphas look at each other, concerned that maybe they moved too fast. The last thing they wanted was to make you feel forced or trapped in a relationship.

“I’ve been so alone for most of my life. But now I have you, all of you. What if I’m not go-“

“Don’t even think about it.” Bucky cut you off. “We’ve talked about this darling. On our date remember.” He was sitting beside Steve so that you could see him. “Feeling like we don’t belong but we do, you do. That feeling right now, I know it. I felt the same way when I was first mated and bonded.”

“You did?”

“Yeah I did. It took me a while to figure out what that overwhelming feeling that sits right,” he leans forward and touches your chest. “There. It’s the bond and more importantly what you’re feeling is love. It’s the love we have for you.”

“You love me?”

“Sweetheart of course we do.”

“We love you so much.”

“Absolutely.”

They all said at the same time.

“I- I love you too. All of you.” You admitted.

That feeling in your chest warmed you from the inside out. Steve tipped your head back and kissed you softly.

“You have us and we never want you to doubt your place in our pack.” Sam adds. “I don’t think you’ve realized it but you’ve got us wrapped around your finger, sunshine.”

The following few days were a blur. Sam, Bucky and Steve’s rut started a few hours after your heat. The four of you were a tangled mess of limbs within the confines of your nest. They took care of you and you returned the favor.

It was overwhelming and scary, comforting and safe. The more you settled into the bond the more at home you felt. Never again would you be alone. You had your pack to make you feel safe and loved and cherished.

In those first few days understanding the bond and the connection with all three alphas was confusing. But then it clicked. You realized you were more than true mates, your souls were connected too.

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“ℝ𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕋𝕠𝕪”

Sanji 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖! 𝚁𝚎a𝚍𝚎𝚛

Bad Summary: Sanji finds out about your little secret.

CW: Google “Rose Toy” if you don’t know what it look like, Use of RT, Teasing, Sanji is an extreme pervert, Oral, just sex, Pet name, Twt Link Mentioned

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Way more turned on than he should be.

He was rummaging through your stuff only because you asked him to grab you a tee shirt to wear when you get out the shower and digging too deep he found the cute little toy.

“Oh!”

Sanji and you never had sex yet in being together. He always was too afraid to go any further in case you feel uncomfortable so he always sat and waited like a good boy until you were ready.

But this.

This was different.

He never thought you masturbated let alone owned toys, you were his sweet and bubbily girlfriend, but to know you have such a dirty little secret made him palm his pants.

He held the toy, admiring its shape and color, and immediately thought of you using it.

Sanji watches porn so he knew what it was, and he looks back at your bed.

“She…probably does it right there.” He thought seeing your side of the bed, legs spread, panting and moaning like a little slut from the stimulation.

He began to rub against his growing erection. It was wrong, he knows, but dammit you seemed hotter in his eyes.

All the times he wasn’t with you, were you in here playing with yourself? All those times you excused yourself early from dinner or a heated makeout session in the kitchen?

It all started to come together for Sanji and honestly he started to get riled up at the thought.

Too much so he began to fall into his own dirty world in his head rubbing himself, and that’s where you caught him.

“I-I-I—-I’m so sorry! I didn’t—Y/N—“

You were as embarrassed as he was, covering your face was the only thing you could do, seeing your toy in his hand and the other holding up his pants you really wished you could just disappear right now.

Sanji sighed seeing you shut down, he felt like shit going through your personal belongings like that. He knew better than to be so nosey.

Quickly placing down the toy he ran to you and tried to comfort by holding you against his chest, “This is so awkward, Ji.” You mumbled against him.

“It-It’s not!” He pulled you away to cup your warm damp cheeks, “It’s not I just…I shouldn’t have peaked. I didnt know you had this, but Y/N it’s okay! it is! It’s normal—totally….normal..”

His eyes got dark staring into yours, the pretty blue grey orbs turning into a darker hue almost made you jump, his nose trickled, stopping and pooling a little at his cupids bow, you roll your eyes, clearly this was another one of his love drunken spells

but you were so wrong.

“San—-“

Though he didn’t press his face against yours to kiss, you most definitely felt the need of how much he wanted to rip off your towel from your finger tips.

But instead he grabbed your hand. helping you guide it down your body and the moment it slid off Sanji bent down to travel his lips to your nipples.

“J-Ji! We shouldn’t—“

“It’s okay! It’s okay!” His hands cups your cheeks to soothe you, “Just let me make you feel good…with..”

He turned briefly to grab your toy, your eyes narrowing down at it, it looked so much smaller in his hands.

“With this.” Sanji’s voice was softer, he perked up at his naughty idea, and you nibbling your lip gave away how much you liked it causing him to smile at you.

You look away, shyly nodding and allow your pervy little boyfriend to giggle and hug you in delight before laying you on your back, “M’ganna feel so good for you, mama.”

He knew you melted that that small little nickname, the way it casually rolls off his tongue in his rasped voice always got you right where he wanted.

You opened your legs for him, watching his clothes shed off his skin as his eyes didn’t tear from your cunt, just begging to be touched, kissed, licked and, of course; toyed with.

“O-oh!” Feeling the sudden vibration and pulses of your toy, playing with your clit and aginst your hole, Sanji takes a moment to look down at you, your eyes shut, nipping at your lip as your hands were balling up fists of the sheets. “San—“

Sanji cut you off by latching his lips on yours, he adjusted your body sideways ontop of him, his soft small lips against your own while you felt the buzz of your vibrator on you. Sanji couldn’t take it anymore, rotating the vibrator on your pussy in circles for extra stimulation you felt yourself get already close to cumming. Way closer than you could when you played with it by yourself.

“Mmmmm fuck m’ganna cum.” You moaned jnto his mouth, you felt your face warm at your dirty words, you never was the type to speak in such a way with him.

Sanji groaned back, his erection growing painful rubbing against you from below.

“That’s it..” He mumbled against your lips, his nicotine breath mixed with a juice he sipped on earlier had you wiggle your tongue to collide with his, “That’s it baby feel good and cum for me..”

Your hips moved in the same motion as his hand, the swirl of the toy plus the vibrations you felt against your sensitive little clit made your claw at sanji’s bare chiseled chest, you felt yourself already approaching a quick orgasm.

Sanji on the other hand felt himself slowly cum with your, your slurry moans of his name, the quick glances of your breast jiggling every time a jolt of pleasure hit your body with your toy hit under your clit, and your whines of being close to cumming all had his mind frazzled.

Damn, if he wasn’t in his right mind he would have picked you up, threw you on the bed and took you from behind.

Sanji turned the rose off, using his own fingers to ride out your high, he hooked his fingers inside your gushing wet slit and moved it up and down causing you to squirt all over his palm and forearm.

“You’re so fucking sexy..” Sanji groaned into your neck, softly pinching and toying with your clit a little. He loved playing with your pussy so much. “All better?”

You felt your cunt pulsating, still soso sensitive to touch your push his hand away, your blonde boyfriend chuckles. “Wan’more…”

“Oh…like…sex?”

You nod, it was only right to let him finally take what was long over due to him, he was so sweet and understanding about your little secret you kiss his lower lip.

“Take me however you want.”

Seeing the lust in your eyes he grinned down at you, placing you flat on tour back on the bed he wasted no time suckling your nipples, giving them firm nibbles, but soft licks.

He hooked your right leg on his hip, ready to allign himself inside you you give him a kiss, it somehow relieved any stress you felt in your tummy you didn’t know you had.

In one swift movement Sanji bottomed out inside you, causing the kiss to break.

“Thank….you…” You whispered, eyes shut calmly feeling his body snap against yours, he always felt so much bigger than you imagined, Sanji wraps his arm around your body and his other hand reaches to hold yours, burying his face in your neck he says

“I love you, y/n…”

You grin, damn…you wished he would have caught you sooner.

No worries, he made up for lost time that night making you cum again, and again, and again, and again.

You nearly ended up throwing the toy away, but alas Sanji kept it for himself as a keepsake. For the time he had finally made love to you.

[dragonanon]

can you do a chapter based on your Death!Reader and God!Brother hcs where Death wakes up from her sleep and goes to Heaven to check up on her brother's children and everyone is obviously terrified of her?

Hmmm…I’m not typically one to do requests because the urge to write is so sporadic and random for me. BUT I have been thinking about the initial confrontation in Heaven for a while now, so here are some head cannons for that. >w>

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- It’s a typical perfect day in Heaven…Until it isn’t. Having seen what had become of your realm and learning Heaven was to blame for it, you’re on your way to rip someone a new asshole.

- Screams erupt from the Angels as the ground begins to shake and the bright sky darkens. Sera and Emily rush out just in time to join the Angels in watching in abject terror as a massive pool of darkness forms on the ground, and from it slowly rises a menacing figure.

- The figure is massive, and it only continues to rise until even the tallest building barely reaches its hips. Its six long horns twist and arch toward the sky, only making the figure appear even taller. Upon reaching its full height, the figure spreads its six mighty wings, each one sporting a menacingly sharp claw and all as shrouded in darkness as the rest of the figure.

- As its wings blot out the sun further, the figure opens its many blazing white eyes; two where you’d normally expect to see eyes, a third in the center of its forehead, and dozens more scattered across its wings and body.

- Sera lost all color as soon as she saw the figure rising, and somehow lost even MORE color when the figure opened all of its eyes. She looks like she shit herself, and Emily is panicking, trying desperately to get Sera to tell her what’s going on; she’s never seen the older Seraph look so terrified.

- With this unimaginably imposing figure now looming over Heaven, Adam decides this is the PERFECT time to attack, having been dumb enough to think this was a Demon attacking Heaven.

- The exorcists fly up towards the figure, ready to attack. This only angers the figure further however, and with a rumble that shakes the ground itself, the figure merely flaps its wings; creating a gust of wind so powerful it knocks all the exorcists back onto the ground.

- It’s at this point Sera FINALLY snaps out of it, rushing to Adam in mad panic and damn nearly strangling him while telling him to call off the exorcists. Which he does, albeit with some reluctance.

- This doesn’t stop him from asking Sera what gives, and her response is “Adam you absolute fucking fool, that is DEATH!”

- Now it’s Adam’s turn to look like he shit himself. “Death? As in, “the big man himself’s younger sister” Death?? As in, “the baddest bitch you’ve EVER seen, but can kill ANYTHING by just touching it” Death??? THAT fucking Death????” Ignoring that last statement, Sera’s frantic nodding in confirmation confirms to Adam that he has indeed fucked up. Big time. Adam then proceeds to lose all color in his face and practically cowers behind Sera as she cautiously approaches you, mentally preparing herself to be reaped on the spot.

- Back to your perspective however, you’re fucking PISSED. So pissed that you don’t even notice or stop to think that most of Heaven’s inhabitants likely have NO CLUE who you are, and are likely legitimately fearing for their lives. Meanwhile for all the older Angels and Angelic beings who’ve been alive long enough to have known you before you went to sleep, like Sera, they’re all still very much afraid, but it’s more in line with the “oh shit mom’s home early and she saw the mess we made in the kitchen, she’s gonna kill us!” kind of fear.

- The fact that they sent exorcists at you makes you even angrier. Like for starters, how fucking weak do they think you are that you could be stopped by just some low level Angelic beings with pointy sticks?? And then the audacity to even attack you to begin with, like THEY weren’t the ones who fucked up and you’re just some kind of strange intruder needing to be slain?? The INDIGNITY of it all!

- Your voice booms throughout Heaven, making even the ground tremble at the sheer intensity of it. “WHO DID IT?” You’re met with only silence, so you ask again with more force. “MY REALM IS A COMPLETE MESS WITH MILLIONS OF DISPLACED SOULS RIGHT NOW. SO AGAIN I ASK, WHICH ONE OF YOU FLAT FOOT CHILDREN DID THIS?!”

- Sera replies, voice trembling slightly. “Are…Are you talking about the exterminations? “IF THAT IS WHAT YOU’RE CALLING THIS MOCKERY OF MY WORK, THEN YES.” Sera looks visibly confused and concerned. “But…That SHOULDN’T be possible!…The exterminations KILL the Sinners; their souls should be gone, not stuck in Limbo! There has to be some kind of mistake here!”

- Hearing this, you can’t help but let out a brief but harsh cackle, making the ground jolt from the abruptness. “DEAR YOU HONESTLY THINK A SOUL COULD BE SO EASY TO DESTROY? A SOUL IS A POWERFUL THING FOR A REASON CHILD, IF THEY WERE SO EASILY DESTROYED THEN NONE OF YOU WOULD BE STANDING HERE BEFORE ME NOW!…SO ONCE AGAIN, WHO. DID. THIS?! AND SO HELP ME, IF I HAVE TO ASK AGAIN THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES.”

- Whilst Sera is dumbfounded by this revelation, Adam sees a golden opportunity to save his ass and points at Sera. “I-It was her! Yeah it was all fucking HER idea! I-I tried to tell her it was stupid, b-but she just REALLY wanted to go down and kill those bast- Demons! Yeah she REALLY wanted to kill all those poor Demons, can ya fucking believe this shit?!”

- Before Sera can defend herself, the darkness seems to intensify, and she can just FEEL every one of your eyes glaring daggers into her. “SERA…YOU SIGNED OFF ON THIS?? YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF, I EXPECTED SO MUCH BETTER FROM YOU! I LEFT EXPLICIT INSTRUCTIONS FOR HEAVEN AND HELL TO WORK TOGETHER TO SORT SOULS FOR THIS VERY REASON! AND NOW BECAUSE OF THESE BARBARIC “EXTERMINATIONS”, YOU’VE COMPLETELY DESTROYED THE BALANCE I WORKED SO HARD TO CREATE AND MAINTAIN. I HOPE YOU’RE PROUD OF YOURSELF, BECAUSE I’M CERTAINLY NOT!”

- It’s a strange and mildly amusing sight to see the head seraph get scolded like a misbehaving child by this massive dark entity. But here we are anyway!

- At one point during the tongue lashing you’re giving to your niece, Emily buts in and asks for an explanation for what’s going on; having not heard Sera’s previous explanation to Adam apparently.

- Your temper flares for a brief moment, and you just about launched into another lecture at the little shit who DARED interrupt you. But upon seeing Emily, you softened considerably, seeing that she was young and TRULY didn’t understand what was happening.

- “AH…I APOLOGIZE DEAR, BUT I DON’T THINK I RECOGNIZE YOU…COME CLOSER LITTLE ONE SO I CAN SEE YOU.” You slowly crouch down and lower your hand, offering Emily to climb onto it. Emily is hesitant, obviously a bit scared of you. But Sera encourages her to go to you, she knows that you won’t hurt Emily and it’s high time she meets her aunt anyway.

- With the small seraph in hand, you stand back up to your full height and bring her closer to your face. Now FINALLY able to see her properly, you speak. “YOU’RE FAIRLY YOUNG FOR A SERAPH…YOU MUST’VE BEEN BORN DURING MY SLUMBER, AND IN THAT CASE I APOLOGIZE THIS HAD TO BE OUR FIRST MEETING. TELL ME, WHAT IS YOUR NAME CHILD?”

- Her voice trembling slightly, Emily tells you her name and then asks who you are and asks if you’re a seraph like her and Sera. The innocent question gets a genuine laugh out of you, and despite it shaking the ground it’s a lovely sound. “OH CHILD, I AM FAR FROM BEING A SERAPH. THOUGH I CAN SEE WHY YOU WOULD THINK THAT. YOU WERE ALL MADE IN MY IMAGE AFTER ALL.”

- Seeing the visible confusion on Emily’s face, you elaborated. “LONG AGO, YOUR FATHER WANTED TO SHOW HIS APPRECIATION OF ME. SO FOR HIS FIRST SENTIENT CREATIONS, THE SERAPHIM, HE BASED THEM ALL ON ME.” Emily looks surprised, and follows up by asking how you know God.

- You give another genuine laugh at her question. “SWEETY I’M HIS YOUNGER SISTER, I AM “DEATH”, THE GODDESS OF WELL…DEATH. BUT YOU CAN CALL ME “D” OR “AUNT D”, MOST OF YOUR SIBLINGS DO.” Emily’s mind is blown “Wait! YOU’RE aunt D?! Sera told me all kinds of stories about you before you went to sleep, like the time you got into an argument with Father over his invention of the “Snuggie”. I never thought I’d get to meet you!”

- “IT WAS LITERALLY JUST A BATHROBE YOU WORE BACKWARDS, AND I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE HE THOUGHT THAT WAS AT ALL CLEVER.” You huff, feeling amusement and mild irritation at that memory.

- “SPEAKING OF YOUR FATHER, WHERE IS HE?” Sera speaks up, having managed to recollect herself, and explains that no one has seen or heard a word from God since before you went to sleep.

- The irritated snarl that leaves your throat sounds like thunder and shakes the ground, making everyone tremble with fear. “THAT LAZY BASTARD HAD ONE FUCKING JOB, WATCH HIS DAMN KIDS, AND HE COULDN’T EVEN DO THAT?! NO WONDER THIS ALL HAPPENED THEN, HE LEFT YOU ALL UNSUPERVISED!”

- Bending over, you carefully set Emily down before standing back up. “I HATE TO CUT MY INTRODUCTION SHORT, BUT APPARENTLY I NEED TO GO AND HAVE A LITTLE CHAT WITH YOUR FATHER.” You stare pointedly at Sera and continue. “DON’T THINK THIS MEANS YOU’RE ENTIRELY OFF THE HOOK EITHER. WHILE YES, YOUR FATHER’S ABSENCE IS MOSTLY TO BLAME FOR THIS DEBACLE, YOU ALSO KNOW BETTER THAN TO DO SUCH TERRIBLE THINGS. WE WILL BE DISCUSSING THIS MORE ONCE I FINISH WITH YOUR FATHER, AND IF I COME BACK AND FIND OUT YOU HELD ANY MORE OF THESE “EXTERMINATIONS” I WILL TURN YOU INTO A HOLLOW! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?” Looking at the ground, Sera nods and says “Yes Auntie D…”

- Satisfied with that response, you bid everyone farewell and slowly melt back into the ground, completely disappearing. Once you’re gone, the sunlight is back and it’s as if you were never there.

- Now the seraphim have to soothe the murmuring crowd while Sera starts attempting to get in contact with Lucifer to let him know that “Hey Aunt D found out about the exterminations and is NOT happy about it. She just got done yelling at me, and now she’s on her way to go read Father the riot act. Just warning you now because once she’s done with him, you’re probably gonna be next.”

- Lucifer receives the message and is now frantically trying to create peace offerings in hopes they’ll make you more amicable, while also preemptively planning his own funeral in case the peace offerings don’t work.

- Meanwhile in God’s palace, God is currently relaxing in an elaborate hot tub and watching American football on an absurdly large TV whilst drinking wine like it’s water. He’s pretty drunk and having a grand time yelling at the TV.

- His fun is interrupted through by you literally kicking in the door and storming in, you’ve shrunken down to your smaller size so all your features are actually visible now and not covered in darkness as you glare at your older brother with an intensity that could peel paint.

- God startled momentarily before seeing it’s you and giving you a dopey smile. He’s also in his smaller form, so that makes things slightly easier for you. “Ohhh heeeyyy Death!…You startled me thereee…It’zzzz beeen awhillle, huh?” You scoff at his slurred speech, in disbelief that he could be so drunk right now.

- “Yes, it HAS been awhile. Good to see that you still choose to spend your days getting completely wasted instead of tending to your children.” You answer tersely, and God rolls his eyes. “Zzstill the saaame old ssstuck up bitch…Tha kidzz are fahine Deee! Yyyoou should cohme haave ah drink wib meee.”

- You ignore God’s offer for a drink and cut right to the chase. “No, your kids are NOT fine! When was the last time you checked in on them?! Do you even know what they’re up to right now??!” God dismissively waves his hand and chugs more wine. “I juzzt checked on thhhem ah couple decades aghooo..They’rrre prohably makinnn neeewh liffe.”

- “God that is a load of shit, and you know it! I was JUST down in Heaven, and the seraphim told me that you haven’t seen or spoken to ANY of them since I left to take my nap eons ago! And furthermore, while you’ve been in here drinking the day away, your children have COMPLETELY destroyed the balance we created! They’ve been mass slaughtering Demons annually for millennia now, and Limbo is a complete disaster right now because of this!” Hearing this, God looks down at his bottle of whine, embarrassed, and mumbles an awkward “oh”.

- Silence hangs heavy in the air for a moment before God clears his throat and says. “Zzsooo…You’rrree NNOT gooing to drink wiff me?” At this you snap and snatch the wine bottle from God and chuck it at the TV, smashing the bottle and the TV. God shouts in anger but before he can ask you wtf that was for, you just lay into him. Calling him a deadbeat and pathetic excuse of a deity.

- “How can you just sit in here day after day, while your CHILDREN are out there causing such mayhem! Do you not love your children all??!” God is shouting back at you, his anger having sobered him up some so he’s not slurring as much. “How DARE you accuse me of not loving my children! I would giive ANYTHING for them and you know that!”

- “Then fucking ACT like it!! Don’t just sit in here and rot your mind with booze and TV!” God growls. “I don’t need you to tell meee how to handle my children! Why do you even care?! It’zzz not like they’re yours anyway!”

- “I care because they are part of MY family, and I want my family to be safe and happy, something that you couldn’t give less of a shit about apparently!” God throws his hands up at this point “Well what do you want from me Death, go hhhold their handz?! My children are ALL capable of thinking and being on their own, they don’t NEED me to do shit for them!”

- “That doesn’t mean that they don’t still need you there emotionally! But with the way you act maybe it’s best you ARE never there! After all, what use could any of them get from your pathetic drunk ass!!” This clearly struck a nerve as God points back at the door you came in through and roars at you to get the fuck out of his house. Growling, you give a harsh “Fine!” and tell him he can sit and be a drunk deadbeat all he wants because you’re done with him and his shit, and he’s NEVER to contact you again unless it’s in regards to his children or business.

- You stomp out of God’s palace and return to Limbo, wanting to start working on getting things cleaned up and cool off some before you go check on things in Hell.

- Once you’re gone though, God slumps his shoulders and hangs his head. With your venomous words echoing his head, he summons another bottle of wine and begins chugging it while he trudges into his bedchambers.

- He flops down onto the bed and picks up a framed photo and slowly brings it closer to his face. It’s an old photo, one taken shortly after God created the first few seraphim. You and God are both standing next to each other, arms around each other’s shoulders and leaning in close while the first seraphim all stand in between the two of you. Everyone is absolutely beaming, and God looks especially happy; so proud of his creations.

- Tears drop onto the photo as God remembers how things used to be back then, back when he was actually NEEDED by those around him and wasn’t just some brand figure who’s only job is to smile and wave. Even as he slowly sets the photo down, tears continue to fall and he holds his head in his hands. “…I’m sorry I’m so damn useless…Hopefully you’ll forgive me someday…Not that I deserve it though…I’m…so fucking sorry…” No one is there to hear God’s sobs, and eventually he passes out. He’d rather be dreaming of happier times anyway.

[blackdollette]

OFF TO THE RACES. - kappa

✩♬.ᐟ now playing: off to the races. - born to die: paradise

⊹₊⋆ synopsis: my old man is a bad man...

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @si1nful-symph0ny @livingdead-materialgirl @iiheartsai @vanlisbon @oliviah-25 @lankysimp @livingdead-reilly @yungbloodsuxca

female!reader x kappa

word count: 846

contents: house invasion, mention of drugs, alcohol consumption, fingering, slightly toxic relationship, a little manipulation, praise

a cult leader, robber, and a killer. you couldn’t deny that he was a bad man, but it didn’t matter when he shattered the glass window of your house, gazing at you in the dark like a predator watching its prey, taking hold of your hand and your heart in a single grasp. he quickly was able to weave himself into your life, causing you to become just as corrupt as he was, spoiled and materialistic. but he loved you more and more each day with every beat of his cocaine heart.

he watched you swimming in your glimmering pool, discarding each piece of your soaking wet bikini one by one until you were stripped bare for him. you trailed your hands down your dripping body, fingernails painted the shade of deep red that always had an effect on him. he whistled you over to him, pulling you onto his lap with his fingers shoved inside your mouth as he rubbed slow circles onto your hard pearl, swigging from a bottle of vintage champagne as your cum glistened on his fingers.

he called you his good little bunny, and you did whatever he asked of you without questions. and he repaid your obedience by spoiling you with an endless supply of wealth, giving you whatever you wanted with the snap of his fingers. 

he sped down the highway in his van, you sitting pretty in the passenger seat with your bare feet resting in his lap. you sipped from a bottle of golden rum, watching the scenery go by as you got completely wasted in his presence. he saw you as a wild little flame, and he was the fuel. you felt he was the only man who could deal with you. you were imprisoned by your addiction to him, knowing that you could never get out.

kappa was a timeless being. you’d believe whether or not he said he was 30 or 300 years old. he was as tough as nails, but as sweet as blood-red jam. as addictive as he was, you knew he couldn’t be good for you. but he was exactly what your tar-black soul had been craving all your life. that’s what he told you, anyway. he constantly reminds you that if it weren’t for him, you’d still be living your old, broke-down lifestyle and that you owed him everything you had. and without a second thought, you gave it to him.

he took you to the most high-brow hotels in the country, especially because he couldn’t stay in the same town for a long time without attracting the wrong attention. you didn’t mind always being on the run or the police chases. if anything, it made you admire him even more. he made sure you were dressed to the nines for every occasion. he loved having his girl looking good at all times, even though you were becoming a complete mess as a result of this lifestyle. 

you loved him to death, but you knew that you were going down. getting into all sorts of trouble on a daily basis. getting tangled up in crimes and even needing to get bailed by him from time to time. but you’d simply give him that innocent little smile and be in the clear again. you couldn’t stop your reckless behaviour, but you didn’t much care to anyway.

you watched the red and blue lights flashing one night, watching as your old man got taken away right in front of you. you cried and cried as you realized that you were all alone again. it had been long since he wasn’t right at your side, and you were helpless. you prayed for many hours that night, begging that he would come back to you. you weren’t afraid to say that you would die without him. after all, who else would put up with you this way? you needed him, he was the air you breathed and you couldn’t afford to leave him now. they would all rue the day that you were alone without him. on that same night, you lay in your bed, crying to the gods that they should release him. your prayers were interrupted by the sound of that same glass window shattering, and there he was, right at your fingertips once again. he took you into his arms, holding you as you sobbed into his chest. he looked down at you, a cigar hanging from his lips as he said, “i don’t think i’ve ever seen you look this beautiful, hon…”  

he was back, and worse than ever. you and him raced all over town, raising hell wherever you went. with a toss of his hair, you were all over him again. following his every command and being a good little pet just for him. and you knew he got a sick thrill from it all. he was crazy, but you would love him forever, guaranteed. and you were committed to following him until the day you died. 

you were fully convinced that he was your one true love.

author's note: i like this one 🤭

[purrple-bat]

Had this idea brewing for a while in my head, yet I know I don't think I would be able to write it down into something solid instead of daydreaming about it as I try to sleep. Very sleepy and not double checking what I'm writing down rn.

Of Narinder finally getting his power back, finally breaking his chains; yet there is still something missing. A hole in his heart that only expands when his gaze fall back on the now still body of his vessel. The Lamb, devoid of life and of soul.

Just like Fate had edict it, the last sheep would die for a god. And Fate - just like his siblings had learned - could not be bent or broken; one way or another it would finish its job.

The One Who Waits could see his kits felt the same chasm in their heart at the loss of someone; who would spar with them daily, who would read them tales of their adventures and of past chronicles shared by their lost kins. Who wasn't afraid to butt heads with their God yet would ever be loyal to their wishes. Who passionately talked about the life on the surface, of the changes being brought back as each Bishops were slain.

Yet what the God of the Red Crown couldn't see was a single soul, a Lamb standing right by his side perceptible by none. It seems that once again, their service were needed. This time, there was nothing or noone to guide them. And so they followed their master; ever faithful, even after death, The Lamb would serve their God.

His vessel had prepared their people for the transition of leadership, and so Narinder encountered little problems. A statue doubling as a grave was built soon enough; the resting place of what noone else could ever achieve, the truest devout of the Red Crown.

Whether it was residual of the Crown or not, The Lamb could still see the solid form of devotion and manipulate it. Without anything else to do, they would ensure to help their master, bringing the devotion directly like they would when he was still chained; even taking the devotion which was pooling at their own statue and giving it to the only god who deserved it.

It was all the Lamb would do until the first death claimed the Cult. Jean, a young deer who had been born in the cult, sadly no longer having the strength to fight against his illness. His soul rested next to his deathbed, tears filling his eyes as he shook in place. That was until his blurry sight caught someone he had thought long gone, that of a Lamb sitting next to him, the picture of grace like he remembers them to be. The soul lounged itself into the arms of its once leader and hold on to it until no tears were left.

As it calmed, all that was left was a floating blue flame; one that could be held into the Lamb's palm. And with a final embrace, the flame would be ready for its way into the afterlife. A Shepard of the souls, The Lamb would be. Yet it did not stopped them from servicing their master, doing whatever they could to bring peace to him. Both him and the Twins clearly suffered nightmares. Of what? The Lamb could not tell. But if staying by their side as they slept would help, they would do so gladly; watching over with care in their heart.

This life would not be that simple for The Lamb, nothing ever was. A mystical being came to seek the Lamb, coming into the same realm that they were now residing, as noone else seem to notice them. The Mystic Seller would tell them simply, there is more then one way to reach godhood. Yes, the Crowns could help with it, making it a slow but garantied transition. Yet there was other ways, as long as Devotion, Beliefs and Fate mingled. After all, even if they did not took it, there were still many who believed in the Lamb; even the God of Death would often pay it's respect to their grave. The works of the Lamb had travelled far and wide; many knew them as a savior who would free the souls of those wrongly slaughtered. In this wide world, many already believed them to be a benevolent God.

This was now the Lamb's realm, parallel to that of the mortal plane. An infant God of devotion and loyalty, of love and care, of afterlife and justice; that is what it had determined the Lamb to be. No longer mortal, it is why no matter how hard Narinder has tried, he could not revive his vessel; as mortal, they no longer were.

My brain is getting fuzzy and tired, and surgery soon which will mean I can't use my right hand for a while so I think I'm stopping there.

The Lamb wanting to meet with the one they have fallen for (Nari) once again, doing whatever they can as they travel through the dark into their new godhood until they can learn to travel to different realms.

The Lamb becoming a protective spirit for those faithful and pure, using their skills to fight off the terrors of the territories outside of the cult grounds.

[aliceinnaughtyland]

AN INVITATION

Pairing: Last Boss x Reader, Niragi x Reader

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it guys, stay safe!), threesome

Word count: 1.4K

Summary: Your boyfriend Niragi made Last Boss an offer he could'nt refuse.

Author’s note: You cannot convince me that Niragi doesn’t have a voyeurism kink. Sharing is caring! Also "FRIEND FROM THE PAST - PART 2" is almost done and y'all are not ready!

Nota bene: We do NOT condone Niragi and Last Boss' actions as we do NOT condone violence and rape! We only love the Dori Sakurada’s interpretation of Niragi and Shuntarô Yanagi's interpretation of Last Boss! This is fantasies only! You do NOT deserve this! If you are a victim of violence, please get help as soon as possible! You are not alone. Stay safe xx

Being Niragi’s girlfriend has its perks.

First of all, no one ever dared to bother you. You could live your best life at the Beach, knowing nothing would happen to you. Then, you had fun. Niragi took nothing seriously and you both spent the days pranking everyone before running away. But the best part of the relationship was the sex. The sex was amazing. Niragi never refused to try anything and he never let you leave before knowing you were fully satisfied.

It was a warm day. You were chilling on your boyfriend’s lap at the pool, his hand high on your uncovered thigh.

“You know he has a crush on you, right?” he asked when you both caught Last Boss staring at you, making him look away quickly.

“Yeah”

“I see it in the way he looks at you. He wants to fuck you so bad!”

You didn’t answer, your eyes still looking at the bald man. You knew he had a crush on you for a while now. As much as he tried to hide it, he was looking like a teenage girl, staring at you when he thought you weren’t looking and blushing every time you had caught him. Yet you never could have a proper discussion with him.

“I’m not sure he’s ever slept with anyone” Niragi interrupted your trail of thoughts. “We should invite him over” he stated.

At the end of their militant meeting, Niragi waited for Last Boss, stopping him at the door.

« Come with me, I have something for you »

Last Boss rose a brow but followed anyway, as silently as always.

When both of them arrived at your room, Niragi knocked, surprising Last Boss, who knew exactly whose room it was.

You opened the door with nothing but a swimsuit bottom and an enormous shirt, Niragi’s, smiling from ear to ear. Niragi kissed you gently as he entered the room, passing you as you waited for Last Boss to enter. But he didn’t, and you began walking back inside the room, letting the door open for him to follow.

He entered suspiciously, closing the door silently behind him, and walked toward you, Niragi sitting in a chair in the room’s corner.

Last Boss stared at him questioningly before being interrupted by your voice.

« Do you have a crush on me? »

His eyes snapped toward you and bounced back to your boyfriend, almost afraid. But Niragi smiled slowly, relaxing back into the chair. Takatora glanced at the rifle that was too far for Niragi to kill him. 

« You know, if you don’t want to do that, all you have to do is say so and we’ll get back to our life like nothing happened » you told him, taking a step forward.

Last Boss stared at you for a few seconds, titling his head on the side questionably, before looking at Niragi again.

As his eyes still were on your smiling boyfriend when you approached him slowly. You could feel the heat irradiating from his body and brushed your lips against his.

The moment you separated your lips, he closed the distance between you with no hesitation and kissed you so fiercely that you stumbled.

Niragi wasn’t smiling anymore. He leaned forward, watching the scene in front of him intensely. But he wasn’t upset. He could feel the blood rushing to his cock just looking at the scene in front of him.

Last Boss laid you on the bed, not breaking the kiss, and hovered over you, caging you against the bed.

His kisses were hungry, his body overpowered yours.

His hands flew below your shirt, finding your waist. He grabbed you like he was afraid you’ll evaporate.

He began grinding against you. His body needed some sort of relief, anything coming from you really.

You lifted your knee between his legs, making him groan in the crook of your neck.

His hands didn’t leave an inch of your body untouched.

He left a trail of open-mouthed kisses from your jaw down to your torso before he focused his tongue on your already hard nipple through your shirt.

Last Boss was so lost on you he couldn’t even remember your boyfriend sitting at less than two meters from him.

He ran one of his hand from your thigh to your hip, grazing your side until he reached your face, gripping it to kiss you deeply once more.

He was so lost in the kiss he didn’t feel your legs surrounding his sides, and in one swift movement, you flipped both of you over.

Once you were on his lap, you grabbed his shirt and pulled him into a sitting position to resume your kiss as soon as possible.

He kissed your neck, finding the particular spot that made your heart jump.

Your hands were on the back of his head, pulling him as close as possible.

“Mark me” you breathed

For the first time since he felt your lips on his, Takatora acknowledged Niragi’s presence. He wanted to mark you so badly, to make everyone know he fucked you. But he didn’t know what the limits were, and he definitely didn’t want the situation to stop because he went too far.

“You heard her Takatora? Mark her. We want to make our girl happy right?”

Our Girl. Fuck. These words could have make you cum right now and there.

“Our girl” Takatora repeated quietly just for you to hear.

He grabbed your shirt and took it off of your body slowly, taking the time to admire every inch of you. And fuck, he had no fucking idea how he could just not jump on you right now and fuck you like an animal.

He wanted you. He needed you. And he didn’t want to wait anymore.

His fingers quickly found your clit through your bottom, playing with it until you were a sobbing mess on top of him.

Last Boss couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You were mesmerizing.

Niragi couldn’t take his eyes off of the scene either. His girl whining on top of his best friend.

His cock was so hard it hurt.

He quickly stood and grabbed your arm, taking you to him, your back against his front.

“Stand!” he ordered to the tall man. Takatora quickly complied, trapping you between both of them.

Niragi teared your swimsuit apart as Takatora’s hand took his previous place.

Your boyfriend gently grabbed your throat from behind, making you turn your head to look at him.

“You’re going to show Takatora how glad you are that he is here, don’t you princess ?”

You furiously nodded your head as Niragi guided you on your knees.

Last Boss’ eyes widened but rapidly closed as he felt your lips around him. You didn’t wait any time to bob your head and the man was moaning your name the next second.

“She’s good at it, isn’t she?” Niragi smirked at the scene.

“Yes!”

You felt the man’s dick throbbed inside your mouth but stopped just before he could cum. You wanted him inside of you and you would not wait anymore.

You made him sit on the edge of the bed and sat on him, facing your boyfriend.

As he entered you, you could feel your eyes tearing up. Having an audience immediately made the sex so intense that the slightest touch could feel too much.

You began riding him but he quickly stopped you, grabbing your hips. He wanted to be the one fucking you. His thrusts were hard, fast and intensely deep. You could feel your eyes rolling at the back of your head until-

“Eyes on me”

As you reopened your eyes, you saw how close your boyfriend’s face was. You could feel his breath on you.

“Does Last Boss feel good baby?”

You couldn’t answer. You couldn’t even think of an answer.

“Does that feel good then?”

You moaned as you felt your boyfriend’s hand on your clit, it being tortured again. But this time it didn’t stop. The feelings of Takatora’s dick inside of you and Niragi’s fingers on your clit were too much and you couldn’t stop the wave of pleasure that came from the pit of your stomach.

Takatora came with you, feeling you pulsing around him.

The man couldn’t believe what had just happened. You, the subject of all of his fantasy, were just cuming on his cock a few seconds ago.

You couldn’t think about anything as you collapsed on the bed, only hearing your boyfriend one last time before falling asleep.

“You need to eat her out next time. She tastes fucking divine.”

[chloe-caulfield94]

Max at Chloe's funeral

Max stood over her best friend’s coffin. Or was it her former best friend’s coffin? She wasn’t sure.

On one hand, the last time she saw Chloe had been five years prior, in the rear windscreen of her parents’ car. As Max drove away, Chloe was standing over her father’s coffin, almost in the exact same spot Max now stood. The last time Max communicated with Chloe had been four years ago, when she responded to a text from Chloe. Chloe asked Max not to ignore her phone calls and to pick up her phone from time to time. Max responded by saying she had been really busy, but she would totally call her later. She never did.

On the other hand, while Max had made new friends in Seattle – Kristen and Fernando, both of whom she liked and trusted - she had never developed with anyone a bond similar in depth and intensity to the one she had had with Chloe. It was only after Chloe had been murdered that Max realized Chloe had been like a family member to her. Like a sister.

As other mourners began to walk away, Max continued her silent watch over Chloe’s earthly remains, imagining the five years she could’ve spent with her best friend. The five years she had stolen from herself.

When Max saw Chloe’s bloodied corpse on Monday she didn’t recognize her. Only when the school security officer David Madsen started lamenting over his daughter’s lifeless body, repeating her name over and over, Max realized it was her best friend lying in a pool of blood on the floor.

Chloe’s short messy hair, dyed neon blue, was so unlike her old, long and straight blonde hair. During the wake, when Chloe’s body was displayed in an open coffin, she was much more recognizable to Max. She was dressed in a black pantsuit provided by the funeral home, almost identical to the one she wore during her father’s funeral, only slightly longer, to account for her growth in the meantime. Her hair, while still short and blue, was neatly combed behind her ears. Her hodgepodge of cheap jewellery was gone. Her tattoo was completely covered by the pantsuit’s long sleeve.

During the wake, Max heard other mourners say that Chloe looked “finally at peace”. She didn’t understand why they thought Chloe couldn't have been at peace in life. And the way Max saw it, while Chloe’s face, even paler than usual, was completely still, it conveyed anything but peace. Max was painfully aware that beneath Chloe’s black pantsuit was a hole in her breast, its edges held together by a thick thread, covering an entrance to a tunnel burrowed in Chloe’s flesh by a piece of metal which stopped her heart forever.

As Max was standing over her best friend’s coffin, not ready to let Chloe out of her sight as she had done five years prior, a blue butterfly flew in and sat on the wooden box.

And then Max remembered. She heard a voice. Chloe’s voice. She sounded differently. Not like a child anymore. But Max would recognize Chloe’s voice no matter how many years passed in the meantime. The older Chloe’s voice said all the things Max had ever wanted to hear. And all the things Max didn’t even know she wanted to hear, but deep down desperately needed to. Sweet, wise and heartfelt words of her long-lost best friend uplifted her heart.

“Every great artist gets rejected before they get accepted. So you have to enter a photo”.

“Stop being so goddamn humble. You’re like the smartest, most talented person I’ve ever known”.

“Once you get over yourself, you’re going to make the world bow”.

“You are! You just have to stop being afraid”.

“You’re kind and caring. Nobody could have a better best friend. Nobody!”

“You need to accept how awesome you are”.

“Stop beating yourself up, okay?”

“It’s time to start moving forward in time”.

“You’re Maxine Caulfield ... and you’re amazing!”

Max also remembered her own words, the ones she would’ve said during a week that never was, all in acknowledgment of how much Chloe meant to her.

“As long as we’re together, I don’t feel afraid”.

“As long as you’re there with me”.

“I always wanted my life to be special, an adventure. But not without you!”

“Your life has changed mine”.

And then she remembered things other than words. Handholding. Hugs. Longing stares. Kisses. Max discovered, to her great but oh so pleasant surprise, that while her love for Chloe was familial, it wasn’t like a love between sisters. It was like a love between spouses.

Max smiled wide remembering all of that. And then the butterfly flew away and she remembered something else. A kiss in pouring rain followed by a gunshot and a pool of blood. Smile immediately disappeared from Max’s face. She felt her heart stop for a moment. Then it started pounding furiously. It pounded so fast Max thought it would escape out of her chest. Her limbs became heavy and ice-cold.

“I … killed her?” – she asked in her thoughts.

“I killed her”- she answered her own question, muttering under her breath.

“I killed her!” – she screamed at the top of her lungs, having fallen to her knees.

The other mourners turned to Max. Joyce and David rushed to her. Joyce placed her hand on Max’s shoulder. Max’s body shook as she cried bitter tears. “I killed her, I killed her, I killed her” – she repeated.

“Oh, Max. it’s not your fault” – Joyce tried reassuring her. “Chloe … she was troubled. She ran in bad company. There was nothing you could’ve done to help her. She … She chose to remain angry”.

“She chose to remain angry” – Joyce’s words echoed both in Max’s ears and in her memory. She felt fury rise inside of her. Anger at herself and at everyone else in the town that had failed and killed her best friend.

“Fuck that. Fuck. That” – Max thought. She wiped her tears and slowly stood up. She turned to Chloe’s mother and said calmly: ”You know what, Joyce? I think I now understand why Chloe was always a daddy’s, not mommy’s girl”.

Joyce was taken aback. She took her hand off Max’s shoulder. “What? Max, what do you …”

“So when are you going to take down all of Chloe’s pictures from the walls? You hid away all of William’s pictures two years after his death. So in two years’ time they are going to be reunited in the closet, right? Father and daughter together at last. Just like they’ve been already reunited here in this cemetery plot”.

David intervened: “Max, you have no right to talk to Joyce like that …”

Max turned to David and asked him, in a raised voice, almost shouting: “What kind of a man hits his own child? I’ll tell you! No man at all!”

David opened his mouth to defend himself, but said nothing, apparently finding nothing to say in his defence. Max jabbed him in the chest with her index finger. Repeatedly. Hard.

Max screamed: “I’m pushing you! I just keep pushing you! Do something about it! Do what you always do when teenage girls push you!”

David’s face turned red. Not out of anger. Out of shame.

Max turned to walk away. And then she saw Frank Bowers standing on the sidelines. Fury rose inside of her. She pointed him with her finger and shouted: “What the fuck is he doing here? Why isn’t he in jail with Jefferson and Nathan? He’s the one who supplied them with date rape drugs!”

Frank looked around hesitantly, unsure if he should start running away or not.

Looking at David, Max shouted: “Hey David! This scumbag, who you were somehow unable to apprehend even though he often parked his drug van in the parking lot of the school you claim to provide security for, sold Nathan the drugs he used to roofie your daughter! You failed to protect her in life. How about saving the last shreds of your masculine pride and avenging her?!”

Frank tried disarming the situation the only way he knew how. With lies and threats: “This brat doesn’t know what she’s talking about! She’s probably high as a kite. Listen, girlie. I don’t know you. So I suggest you stop falsely accusing me, or you and I are going to have a serious talk …”

Max almost ran at him. She pushed him with both hands, making him stagger for a moment. Pompidou remained calmly seated on the ground. He did not stand in his owner’s defence, perfectly aware that Frank deserved every bit of what he was now receiving.

Max screamed at Frank: “But I thought you loved brats! Your entire life revolves around schoolchildren! You peddle your drugs to them! You exploit them as accomplices to your crimes, to do things you are too cowardly to do yourself! And some of them you even fuck, like Rachel!”

“I don’t know you. Get the hell away from me!”

“But I know you! Did you go to Rachel’s funeral as well? You know you killed her, right? You sold Nathan the drugs that he used to murder her. You know what he did to her? Have you seen the pictures he took of her? How he groped her? All of that is because of you!”

A grimace of rage appeared on Frank’s face. Without thinking, he instinctively reached into his pocket to retrieve his switchblade. Before he did, Max pushed him again, making him stagger.

“Stop that, you brat!”

“Or what? You’re going to put a knife to my throat, like you did yesterday at the beach? Chloe wrestled your knife away from you. If one girl beat you, I’m fairly confident I could kick your ass too!”

“You’re crazy! We never met before! And your friend Chloe …”

“She owed you money, I know. So you threatened to cut her! What a big, strong man you are! But when push came to shove, she beat you. She always did. Even when you had a gun and she was empty-handed. Always! Because you’re a weak parasite preying on kids. And she was strong. Stronger than you! You know how much time I spent replaying things so that you would come out of our little talk alive and unharmed? I really shouldn’t have. When violent armed thugs assault teenage girls, teenage girls have the right to defend themselves. But I didn’t do it for you. I did it for her. Because she was gentle and kind and I didn’t want her having to live with hurting you, even if it was just a scratch to the leg”.

Frank was still furious, but he didn’t reach for his switchblade a second time.

“You’re making shit up! Nothing of what you said ever happened!”

“Yes it did!” Max turned to David once more. He was holding Joyce in his arms, who was sobbing. Max shouted: “David, this piece of shit threatened your daughter with a knife. He called her a whore, over and over again. You want proof? Go through the text messages on Chloe’s phone. Mister genius drug lord over here sent death threats from his own phone number. David, if Frank is not arrested by cops by the end of the day, you have no right to call yourself a man, you hear me?”

David let Joyce go and started walking towards Frank. Frank sprinted away. Pompidou hesitated for a while, looking curiously at Max, but then he followed his owner.

Kate approached Max. She placed her hands on Max’s shoulders. With a sincere smile on her gentle face, she said: “Max, I am so, so sorry about Chloe. We’re here for you. It’s okay to feel hurt”.

Max wanted to thank Kate for her kind words. But before she did, something caused her anger to rise again. She and Kate were approached by Victoria, who said: “Kate is right, Max. If you need any help, just let us know. I …”

“Why are you here?” – asked Max coldly.

“Oh, I knew Chloe. One time she gave me a pep talk when I was afraid to go out on stage. She told me everything I needed to hear then. Ultimately I didn’t perform that night, but that’s another matter, involving Rachel, and I don’t want to speak ill of …”

“No, I mean why weren’t you expelled from Blackwell?”

“What? Max I was … misled. I didn’t know …”

“You led an intense campaign of cyberbullying against a fellow student. I’d say that warrants expulsion. Oh, right. Your parents are too rich for you to experience the consequences of your actions”. Max turned to Kate and said: “Kate, you do realize she knew you were roofied by Nathan, right? The campaign of hate she unleashed against you would be evil in its own right even if she thought you genuinely got drunk. Because Victoria has no right to judge you or anyone else. But she knew Nathan drugged you. She witnessed something that any rational person would consider to be a date rape in progress. A girl was drugged and removed from the party by a boy. And not only she let that happen, she laughed, recorded it and then lied about it to the world”.

Victoria was indignant: “I didn’t know about that, Max. I thought that was just a stupid prank by Nathan. I couldn’t possibly have known …”

“You knew, Victoria. You knew about ‘the good shit Nathan hooked Kate up with’. Why even lie? Kate would forgive you even if you told her the truth. If you know you will be forgiven, why hide your crime? At this point, aren’t you lying mostly to yourself? And explain one thing to me. Yesterday at the pool, when I told you what Nathan did to Kate, you didn’t believe me. But when I said you might be next, it’s like a switch flipped in your brain. You almost immediately believed my warning. Isn’t that a double standard? When it was about Kate, you were willing to give Nathan the benefit of the doubt that even though he did to Kate exactly what date rapists do to their victims, he was actually taking her to get help after an innocent prank. But when your safety was on the line … Then you weren’t willing to take any risks. Then you immediately assumed the worst about him”.

“You’re delusional! We didn’t talk yesterday at all!”

Kate interjected: “It’s okay, Max. I forgive her. Let’s not get angry over the past”.

“Forgive her for the both of us, then. Because I don’t. I won’t”.

Max turned to walk away but once again the sight of one of the mourners fuelled her anger. At that point, she wanted to feel angry. Anger staved off guilt. She approached the pastor. She remembered him from before her move to Seattle. The Prices and the Caulfields went to church together on Sundays. One of his sermons now rang loudly in Max’s head. It was about the people living on the edges of Arcadia Bay’s society. Homeless, runaway teenagers, drug addicts. He preached standard Calvinist filth. How the destitute and the sick deserved their lot in life for being sinners and how the youths who disobey their parents and use drugs have only themselves to blame when they inevitably turn up dead. To his credit, the pastor had at least one tiny shred of decency left and he didn’t repeat that sermon at Chloe’s funeral. Max asked him: “Reverend, what do you call a person whose blood washes away the crimes of unrepentant sinners?”

“Oh, Max. Don’t worry. By his blood, the sins of your friend are forgiven. She’s with him in heaven now”.

“No, you are wrong. By her blood you all were spared”.

Max left the cemetery. Warren ran after her.

“Woah, Max! That was … badass! I didn’t know you like that!”

Max kept walking. Warren walked next to her.

“Warren, are you blind? A beautiful, cool, strong-willed girl is into you. Why are you ignoring her?”

“You mean you’re into me, Max?”

“No, Warren. I obviously mean Brooke. There was a girl like that who was into me. I fucked it up. Don’t repeat my mistakes”.

“Oh … I know about Brooke. I just … you know, kind of benched her until the situation with you is resolved”.

“Wow. You are a player after all, Warren”.

He smiled. But Max had more to add.

“And I didn’t mean that as a compliment”.

He stopped smiling and fell behind.

Continue reading: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56245288/chapters/142889017

[stevie-petey]

Hi M! I saw you mention that you felt bad for Billy because of that particular lack of a chance he got to prove himself to be a good person. And I definitely agree because even tho he was really cruel and horrible, the scene of his death still made many of us cry 🤧

Because of this, I thought of a tiny little angst blurb if you want to write it!

In your latest chapter of come home, it was mentioned that he tried finding bug because he didn’t know what was going on with him and why he was acting the way he was.

Do you think you could write that from his pov?

Thank you! 😁

this one is a challenge because ive never written billys pov but heres my very poor attempt lmao

enjoy !

"dude, are you alright?"

lights blind billy. a ringing in his ears nearly deafens him. his vision blurs and his teeth grind into sawdust. the taste of blood fills his mouth as he bites down on his tongue. he grips at the lifeguard stand, hardly able to stand himself.

theres a guy in front of him. billy thinks his name is alex, who eyes him wearily. alex clears his throat, tries again. "hey, uh. billy?"

billy. his name is billy. billy hargrove.

the metallic taste of blood coats his mouth. he tries to speak, words tumble from mouth like a slippery slope. he doesnt have control over them. he cant remember if hes supposed to breathe in or out when he speaks.

all billy knows is that theres a girl out there. someone told him to come find her of he ever needed anything. what was her name? it started with an h, two, maybe three syllables.

he loses his footing, almost falls against the stands wood, and alex takes a step back from him. hes scared of billy. did he do something? hes cold. his entire body is cold.

"you know what, im just... i'll just go." alex takes another step back. he pushes his glasses up stands awkwardly in front of billy. "y/n is probably waiting for me, anyways."

the hair on billys arms stand up.

y/n henderson. that had been the girls name.

sweetheart. billy calls you sweetheart. hawkins sweetheart. the one who extended help to him.

"where?" saliva mixed with blood follows billys question.

alexs eyes widen. "w-what?"

"where. is. y/n?" he needs to find you. its getting harder and harder to keep the blood inside his mouth. his guts twist within his stomach, billy thinks the cold that attacks his body is really white hot heat, searing his intestines and burning him from the inside.

you said you could help him.

billy doesnt know whats going on. darkness seeps into his brain. he cant think straight. the sunlight casts a blinding streak across his eyesight. is he dreaming?

"she... she should be waiting in her car." alex isnt sure if he should be telling billy this. youve always been weird when it came to the mention of the boy, but billys sweat drips onto the concrete and alex thinks he may be experiencing heatstroke.

he decides then that he should take billy to you. alex knows youll know what to do. you always do. the amount of times youve saved his ass at work is more than hes willing to admit, but alex holds a deep appreciation for you.

alex grabs billys arm to guide him towards the pools exit, but the skin is cold to the touch. he flinches, he doesnt understand whats wrong with the guy. hes drenched in sweat and yet ice cold.

billy doesnt register any of this. all he can feel is his body being moved somewhere. hes removed from it all. his body hasnt been his ever since the night he crashed his car.

theres something inside of billy. something more sinister than the anger his father left him. worse than the bruises and scars from his childhood. and billy is afraid.

it takes some maneuvering, alex has to stop and steady billy every few feet, but eventually they make it to the pools parking lot. only your car isnt there.

alex curses and looks down at his watch. its almost one in the afternoon. your shift at bookstrordinary shouldve ended thirty minutes ago. youre never late.

and yet you never show.

billy and alex stand in the parking lot for nearly an hour waiting for you. the sun blazes down upon their skin. billy nearly blacks out at one point, and alex doesnt know what to do.

then something seems to shift within billy. his back straightens, his eyes suddenly ignite, and the blue in his irises is gone. black now infiltrates, and alex nearly trips on the curb in his haste to get away from him.

billy sniffs the air in an animalistic way. alex watches.

theyre here.

the voice booms in billys mind. its gravelly, rough, it isnt human.

follow them. follow her.

billy turns and sees el walking across the street. shes coming towards the pool. she hasnt seen him yet. neither have the others. those goddamn kids and max.

max.

who is he again?

[doodles-arts]

I Promise, I'll never hurt you.

Itadori Yuji x Reader 2/3

part: 1, 3

Description: Your a Jujutsu sorcerer who can manipulate memories and emotions. Its a curse that has been placed upon you, where no matter what the emotions of others has been placed upon you. There is an obvious condition to this tremendous power, however. Yuji, being a vessel is pretty immune to all things that may tamper his soul… could this be a match made in heaven?

Genre: Friends to Lovers. Short story

warnings: Body Talk (female x reader)

A/N: Hey guys thank you SO MUCH for the love on my last post for this and im so sorry that I've been SO inactive. But I've been moving recently and will be moving again in the next 3 weeks! wish me luck as I try to find some time to write as much as possible.

oh! before I forget.... I got married! To a Handsome guy who would move mountains for me. We'll call him Yhervi for now

Don't forget to reblog!

You were no stranger to a guy paying you extra attention, in contrast, you enjoyed it. But it being a fellow student at Jujustsu High, made you uneasy. Sure, he was an underclassmen and it meant you could boast about being a students favorite senpai. But you weren’t a normal schoolgirl, not some person who could hang out with the other cursed users, like the elders once said- ‘until you control yourself, you may as well be a danger to others.’ How long ago was that? 

Never mind, you had more important things to think about, like a certain underclassmen who was attached to your hip, and fed you compliments when you least expected them. 

After training, he’d ask you to go out to lunch with him, and sit and talk. Your leg would bounce nervously, not used to being around someone this long. You had relationships before, but once you realized that they were all ending the same way because they’re normal humans, blessed with the ignorance of curses, you stopped trying. Sure you slept with someone every now and then at your university, but you never did more than that. Not like it lasted that long anyway, or that you enjoyed it so much that you’d do it again. 

This was the second time you had left the school grounds with Yuji. He beamed at you when you said yes, and when it got silent between you two, that’s when he’d compliment you, “you’re so pretty (y/n), I’m sure lots of people tell you that.” Sometimes you’d wake up early for a run, and when you reached the field, there was Yuji, waiting, a tired look on his face. You didn’t know how he knew, but he did and there he was, waving energetically when your eyes met. He was much faster than you, but he made you giggle whenever he passed you with a goofy remark. “Say! You’re pretty fast, you finally finished that lap after my third!” He’d joke sarcastically. 

No one was as athletically gifted as Yuji. 

You had turned him down on other casual hangouts at first, you were afraid that he’d be affected by you. But then he kept insisting and there were only so many excuses you could come up with, so you guessed it was alright after some time. It wasn’t like you avoided people, you just wanted to do what was right for others. And the more you indulged in his little requests to see new attractions in Tokyo, the more you felt your self sinking in a thick pool of sand. He was always excited and always included you in his excitement, he listened to all the things you’d inform him about. The things you learned when you first came. 

It was like you were the only person next to him, when he walked, people cleared the way for his tall statue and boyish charm. You didn’t miss the staring and jealous glares. Itadori Yuji was more than than just handsome. And you’d be deceiving yourself if you said he didn’t have a perfect body. You walked through the city together as the sun started setting, and when you passed by a train station, you grabbed his waist innocently to prevent you two being separated. Yuji may know where he is, but he’d still get lost in the sea of people, you knew this because he had told you. You found it deliciously cute. How foolish of you to grab him so possessively, you were guiding him through the people, but all the same your head was swarming with images of that could be hiding under his shirt. 

His baggy choice of clothes on this casual outing, depraving you of any imagination before hand. But now, you were drinking him in, the way his arm held onto you by your shoulders. You started to wondered when you had gotten so close to each other. You swore he had pulled you in closer, and you the sinking feeling pulled you down faster. There was a warning you usually followed that was being drowned out by the vibrations of yuji’s energy. It was a dangerously catchy beat, almost sounded like a mix of techno and pop…..

You made it through, quickly unwrapping yourself as your cheeks grew hot, a bad habit, pulling away from others, he linked his arm with yours with a wolfish grin. You stared at him, confused as to how someone could be so naturally sweet. How could you remember you were cursed when he looked at you like that, the sun was setting but when he smiled at you like that, you could feel your cheeks being sunburned. ‘God damnit’. 

The two of you were like a pair of walking magnets, you always found yourself someway, somehow linked together.

So while you walked back to your parking spot, which was ridiculously far, you walked together with your arm tucked nicely in his. 

After that, Yuji became more and more attached to you. Any time you weren’t on a mission, he found you. You swore he had some kind of tracking device on you. On your days off, you dedicated them to reading and catching up on shows that you meant to watch; now your days off consisted of a pink haired boy knocking on your door, begging you to take him somewhere new, or asked to watch some new ridiculous movie. And how could you say no to a face like that? 

The sinking feeling you were desperately fighting was reaching you at your hips. You could no longer pull your feet out to try and fight it. 

. ˚ · • . ° .

He had successfully been able to pull you out of your isolation cocoon. He saw the way Maki smirked at him, he had assumed it was a thank you, for pulling you out of your selfless endeavor. At least you weren’t alone. And Yuji wasn’t complaining, you were so fun to be around, he felt at ease around you. So on an afternoon that you had made it to Jujustu tech high after a mission, he treated you to dinner in the common space. Where he couldn’t help but say, “Your the best company to have, (y/n)-senpai!” You flushed proudly, you could get used to hearing that~

And when he asked you to take him to Tokyo Tower the next day, the main attraction he had hoped to see one day in his outskirt town, you jokingly declined, until he begged. Yes- ‘begged’ on his knees, gripping your legs, and at the time he thought it was funny, until he breathed in your scent and it made his head swoon. He brushed it off when you laughed and pushed his head, “Ok! You can count on me! Now get off.” He did so eagerly, a second longer and he would have lost it. 

So what, so what he thought you smelled nice and looked so pretty in your uniform, that you always looked so pretty, so approachable. Many individuals stopped you for directions, especially tourists, maybe it was because of your americanized style? He wouldn’t dwell on it too long, it did things to him. He thought it was your curse building on his feeling of friendship. What he didn’t know was that your curse wasn’t that interested in Yuji, like it wasn’t affecting him………..

The leggings you wore with those cute oversized shirts that you tuck in the back in your bra to accentuate your figure. Showing off your toned legs from training and your curves ever so evident for everyone to see in the warming spring. Your hair pulled back in a slicked way to round out you face and make you look younger. He gave you a closed eyed grin, not able to keep looking at you, he’d burst in to flames if he did. You were attractive, so what, he wouldn’t make you uncomfortable. You were too precious.

But you were too focused on his own body to think of the possibility of him doing the same. And so what, he was attractive, you held no shame. He deserved the attention. 

Your style was americanized, maybe that was why tourists found you so approachable, asking for directions. Especially the Americans, and they’d rejoice when they heard you reply in English to their butchered Japanese. He liked how easy it came to you to help others. And he thanked you internally for giving him your time as well.  Traveling on the train wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea.

You took him to Tokyo Tower and guided him through it, the whole reason it was so famous, the history to it and taking him to the main deck, and when you brought him up to the top deck, pointing to all the places you knew. He noticed the goosebumps on your skin since you had no sleeves and he shed his oversized coat on you, wordesly placing it on your shoulders. You didn’t ignore the sweet gesture, you just smiled at him as he leaned forward on the railing with you and continued to point to places and ask you what they were. Thanks to the clear skies on the spring afternoon, you noticed that Mount Fiji was in view and pointed to it for him.

He was mesmerized, and watched the entire city in silence, taking it in, he pressed his shoulder against yours, and you didn’t move. Not wanting to break the blissful moment with Itadori Yuji. Watching the clouds move and taking in the breeze that carried both of your scents. 

You both didn’t want to move before it was time, but the breeze got stronger as the afternoon sun begin its descent. You both made your way down the crazy long tower, and headed to Shiodome, where there was an “Italian town” by Hama-rikyu Gardens you knew he’d love. And he had. 

For the first time in a long time, you received a call from Satoru-san, and when you looked down to your phone, you hadn’t realize the time. ‘Oh shit, I’m gonna hear it now.’ 

G:

“Why haven’t you come back? Did you at least go out with another second year?”

Y/n:

“I actually gave Yuji a tour of Tokyo Tower, sorry, I hadn’t looked at the time.”

G:

“Hm, okay, tell him I say hi. Have fun, let me know when you get to your dorm.” 

He had ended the call cheerfully, ‘what the hell.’ Yuji was watching you attentively, “was that Gojo-sensi?” He asked softly, you nodded. “He wanted to know when I was coming home.” Yuji took his phone out to look at the time and hissed when he saw it said 10:46. 

“Oh gosh, I hadn’t realized the time, we should probably get back.” You giggled and waved your hand to relax him, “Were both free tomorrow, he wasn’t telling me to go home, just checking in. He said to tell you Hi, actually.” He grinned and agreed there was no harm. And with that you both walked the combed gardens while finding your way. The night was peaceful, you found your arms linked together again, how? You had no idea, but they were, and you weren’t going to pull away if he didn’t. 

“What was America like?” He asked as you sat at a bench together. You had convinced him that taking the subway later would be calmer. He didn’t protest to more time with you. You hummed and clicked your tongue on the top of the roof of your mouth while you thought. “It was suffocating sometimes, they hold so many useless ideals unlike Japan. But I do miss it sometimes, the language, the music, the dumb class clowns.” You had picked up on the cultural difference between Japan and America about a month in. America had so many useless laws and ideals, Japan was much more comfortable, but you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t miss certain things. Japan had a way of slowly reminding you that you yourself were a foreigner, like with the traditional Japanese names and writing characters, you still struggled with them. 

He noticed it too when you sometimes refrained from saying Megumi’s full name, addressing him as ‘gumi’, instead. He was jealous for not having a nickname. But he pushed it down, deep down. “Do you ever think about, I don’t know, going back?” You leaned against him, shoulder to shoulder, delighted to feel him lean in too. “Sometimes, but then I remember, there’s nothing or anyone waiting for me. I like the family I have here better.” His heart fluttered to hear you say family, did that include him too?

You both spoke of your childhoods, it was peaceful, engulfing the two of you in a blissful stop, where everything else was secondary to the person sitting next to you. It wasn’t long until you stood and stretched with his much too big jacket on your frame, announcing you were gonna head back. He flushed, you were still wearing it, and it was adorable, his heart pounding. He might be in some trouble after all. He tried to build up the courage to grab you hand, but chickened out to link your arms once again, as he had done the whole day. He smiled softly when you pulled him closer and leaned your head on his upper arm. He might ask for more one day, but this would suffice if you never wanted him the way he did, ‘wait, what?’ He thought. He was definitely in trouble. 

You both walked and waited for the subway, to get to the outskirts of the your school. These were the quiet moments he missed, he didn’t have them anymore now that Sukuna was in the way and always pitched in to his thoughts. Something he just placed to together he hadn’t heard from Sukuna all day……

His huge jacket and the quiet lulling swaying of the train was making you sleepy, something you hadn’t been able to achieve until Yuji began consuming your thoughts. You wondered how long this fantasy would last until your curse would force you to loose this ray of sunshine in your life.

‘Maybe i’ll be little selfish for a while longer’. You felt the sinking feeling continue to consume you, all the way up to your chest, your arms didn’t even move to claw yourself up.

You had fallen asleep too quickly to stop yourself, and Yuji grinned and chuckled as he wrapped an arm around you and leaned you against his shoulder, his heart beating too quickly to register his own tired state. Despite it being a little ways over midnight, he’d been asking so much of your time, he’d push through and give you this small moment of peace. He’d take care of you now. 

You made it home and walked to your dorm, that he had walked you too on the 2nd years side. 

“Goodnight, Yuji-san.” You said sweetly, he hummed and leaned forward, your eyes widening. It was like he had been asking for a goodnight kiss. Not knowing what else to do, not wanting to sink any further, you pulled him into a tight hug, instead. He sighed inwardly, he had been lulled into your adorable face by his sleepy mind, attempting to kiss you. But this was fine too. As you pulled away, dashing into you room, back against the door, your heart pounding. Something Yuji hadn’t glossed over when you had hugged him. 

He couldn’t help the grin on his face as he leaned on to your door, arm of the door and felt your heartbeat and said, “Goodnight (y/n)-Senpai.” You didn’t hear him walk away for a few moments, heart pounding in your ears making you think he had. 

But when he did, you fell on your butt, back still against the door. ’This is bad. REALLY bad’, you thought. After a few moments, you had to hold back a scream when your door knob turned and tried to fly open, only to be stopped by your back and head. “At-ti-ti-ti” you groaned while holding your head and moved out of the way, there stood Maki, face stoick as always, until she found you on the floor, with Yuji’s jacket still on, cheeks flushed all the way to your ears. She smirked. Walking over to your bed with a proud look. Sitting with legs crossed and leaned forward.

“Cougar”, she jabbed. 

You knew you weren’t getting any sleep. You’d have to tell her every detail. Or else. 

˚ · • . ° .

Though Itadori had taken you out another couple of times, and gotten more brazen, holding your hand when walking through the city and thru the last Tokyo attraction you’d both had been too, he also saw how much more flustered you’d become. You never pulled away, never stopped him when he hugged you, or put an arm around your shoulders. You just flushed and looked away, peeking over at him and quickly look away again. You realized that the others had also picked up on how you and Yuji were subconsciously flirting. 

Panda had already teased you about it, which Yuji had noticed, but you huffed and took your leave for a shower. Panda then teased him about, “oii, Yuji~ what do you prefer? Boobs or butts!” He probably choked before he even picked. Panda snickering before patting his shoulder, “come on, don’t be shy~!” The smug grin on the cursed corpse edging Yuji to answer.

He thought deeply, he wouldn’t lie, he did like a plump, round “-butt.” His senpai huffed pervertedly, chuckling while patting on his lower classmen’s shoulders. 

You had left and Yuji, would have lied if he said that he didn’t watch you walk away. 

He’d wait for you, however long it takes. There was something there, and he’d wait. But for now, he’d focus on getting stronger. 

So for the rest of the afternoon, He’d train,with Gojo….

-After a couple days. (You and Maki and Nobara were sitting in a park, with your speakers, exploring American music.)

During a training break where he sat on the floor, watching panda and Toge train now as Megumi went to get some drinks. He spaced out for a moment, thinking of you, and that sun dress you had worn a few days back, going for a food run, to which he invited himself too. The mini fridge wouldn’t stock itself. And besides, you weren’t really allowed to leave the grounds of the school on your own, due to your curse and all. But mostly because it was Gojo’s request, so you were totally okay with him tagging along. 

He watched the way your skin, that was usually unexposed, drank up the sun from the early summer days. The way your legs glimmered, they looked so soft. He wondered what else was soft- His train of thought was thankfully stopped by the ringing of a phone next to him and to his surprise it wasn’t his own. When he glanced down, the caller ID was Nobara and he assumed the phone belonged to Megumi. But what he was greeted with, took him by surprise:

Y: Hey Nobara, Megumi’s in the bathroom-

N: (nobara speaking) Oh come on, between the three of us, you’re telling me you’re not getting any action? Even with Yuji floating around you like that? 

He heard all three of you giggle. And he swore he was going to hang up, but the conversation kept peeking his interest. *especially since he heard his name….

N: ((y/n) speaking) It’s nothing like that, Itadori is better off keeping his distance. I’m the one being selfish. Besides, if we ever get to that point, I might never be able to look at him again if he’s affected by me. 

You sighed and turned on some English music. It was clear that Nobara had either did this on purpose or butt dialed Megumi by an accident. 

N: (Maki speaking) Don’t try and to act innocent you cougar, (y/n) is just afraid that he’ll either be the best experience she’s had in bed, or just the same as the rest. 

Nobara tried to stifle her laugh, unsuccessfully. And at this moment, Yuji thought he felt guilty for listening, but he knew himself better than that.

N: ((y/n) speaking) MAKI! Don’t embarrass me like this! I’m only a year older than him! BESIDES, even if I did imagine something happening between us, at the end of the day, sooner or later, he’ll grow to resent me the more his body is exposed to my cursed energy.

You sighed, getting quiet again. Itadori felt his chest heaving, turning to make sure Megumi was no where near. 

N: (Nobara speaking) Oh come on, Yuji is too soft to ever do something like that. You should know how he is, I don’t think he has a bone in his body with malice. He more of a walking airhead.

There was a pause, only the strange English music that Yuji was printing into the back of his mind to search up and add to your playlist he created. He never wanted to forget the next words that escape your mouth through the phone. 

N: ((y/n) speaking) You’re right, I can’t change how I feel, and I can’t change the strange feeling that something bad will happen. I’m sure Maki will flick my forehead for this - there was a pair of chuckles - I’ll just be selfish for as long as I can and let him decide. I am still his favorite senpai~

With that- he hung up the phone call, his fluttering heart and burning ears under the warm sun not allowing him to to listen to another word, without exploding.

He placed the phone down and pulled out his own, rushing to the search engine on his own phone, writing down the few lyrics he understood in hopes of finding the song that would only serve to further drive his desires and hopes. 

“Sunburn by The LivingTombstone.” He murmured as he was successful in finding it. His friend passed him a water bottle, silent as he sat down. Yuji- still flustered by everything he had heard slowly grasped it. “Ah, thanks a lot Megumi.” Though Yuji felt that he was thanking his friend for more than the water bottle that he guzzled down. 

Megumi thought Yuji had lost his mind when he threw the rest of the water he didn’t drink on top of his head, it soaked through his hair and trickled down his temple to his chin. 

˚ · • . ° .

By the end of the day, he had memorized the strange tune from the song that he had no idea what they were saying. He also hadn’t heard the song playing on your speaker, or phone when the two of you were together. His eyebrows knitted together as he laid in bed staring at the song, the wonderful graphics of the animated music video. After it played for about the 7th time, he looked up the lyrics translated in Japanese and his heart started swooning. 

Turning to lay on his toned chest, digging his face in his pillow as he shut his eyes. Highschool crushes were the worst, they had a way of pulling the strangest reactions from you, the only thing in the world that made Yuji feel like he had to hold on to this one thing with the strongest grip in the world. So he wouldn’t loose you like he had lost so many others, he tried his best to ignore Sukuna and his quips about how he pursuit was futile. How you’d grow tired of his insistence sooner or later. 

All his focus was on the lyrics that caught his attention, the words swirling around and pulling his heart with it. 

“I’m losing myself. You smile, and I get sunburn.” 

He hoped that this song was recently added to your playlist after meeting him. He prayed to whoever was listening, that this was how you felt about him, and only him. 

You were no stranger to a guy paying you extra attention, in contrast, you enjoyed it. But it being a fellow student at Jujustsu High, made you uneasy. Sure, he was an underclassmen and it meant you could boast about being a students favorite senpai. But you weren’t a normal schoolgirl, not some person who could hang out with the other cursed users, like the elders once said- ‘until you control yourself, you may as well be a danger to others.’ How long ago was that? 

Never mind, you had more important things to think about, like a certain underclassmen who was attached to your hip, and fed you compliments when you least expected them. 

After training, he’d ask you to go out to lunch with him, and sit and talk. Your leg would bounce nervously, not used to being around someone this long. You had relationships before, but once you realized that they were all ending the same way because they’re normal humans, blessed with the ignorance of curses, you stopped trying. Sure you slept with someone every now and then at your university, but you never did more than that. Not like it lasted that long anyway, or that you enjoyed it so much that you’d do it again. 

This was the second time you had left the school grounds with Yuji. He beamed at you when you said yes, and when it got silent between you two, that’s when he’d compliment you, “you’re so pretty (y/n), I’m sure lots of people tell you that.” Sometimes you’d wake up early for a run, and when you reached the field, there was Yuji, waiting, a tired look on his face. You didn’t know how he knew, but he did and there he was, waving energetically when your eyes met. He was much faster than you, but he made you giggle whenever he passed you with a goofy remark. “Say! You’re pretty fast, you finally finished that lap after my third!” He’d joke sarcastically. 

No one was as athletically gifted as Yuji. 

You had turned him down on other casual hangouts at first, you were afraid that he’d be affected by you. But then he kept insisting and there were only so many excuses you could come up with, so you guessed it was alright after some time. It wasn’t like you avoided people, you just wanted to do what was right for others. And the more you indulged in his little requests to see new attractions in Tokyo, the more you felt your self sinking in a thick pool of sand. He was always excited and always included you in his excitement, he listened to all the things you’d inform him about. The things you learned when you first came. 

It was like you were the only person next to him, when he walked, people cleared the way for his tall statue and boyish charm. You didn’t miss the staring and jealous glares. Itadori Yuji was more than than just handsome. And you’d be deceiving yourself if you said he didn’t have a perfect body. You walked through the city together as the sun started setting, and when you passed by a train station, you grabbed his waist innocently to prevent you two being separated. Yuji may know where he is, but he’d still get lost in the sea of people, you knew this because he had told you. You found it deliciously cute. How foolish of you to grab him so possessively, you were guiding him through the people, but all the same your head was swarming with images of that could be hiding under his shirt. 

His baggy choice of clothes on this casual outing, depraving you of any imagination before hand. But now, you were drinking him in, the way his arm held onto you by your shoulders. You started to wondered when you had gotten so close to each other. You swore he had pulled you in closer, and you the sinking feeling pulled you down faster. There was a warning you usually followed that was being drowned out by the vibrations of yuji’s energy. It was a dangerously catchy beat, almost sounded like a mix of techno and pop…..

You made it through, quickly unwrapping yourself as your cheeks grew hot, a bad habit, pulling away from others, he linked his arm with yours with a wolfish grin. You stared at him, confused as to how someone could be so naturally sweet. How could you remember you were cursed when he looked at you like that, the sun was setting but when he smiled at you like that, you could feel your cheeks being sunburned. ‘God damnit’. 

The two of you were like a pair of walking magnets, you always found yourself someway, somehow linked together.

So while you walked back to your parking spot, which was ridiculously far, you walked together with your arm tucked nicely in his. 

After that, Yuji became more and more attached to you. Any time you weren’t on a mission, he found you. You swore he had some kind of tracking device on you. On your days off, you dedicated them to reading and catching up on shows that you meant to watch; now your days off consisted of a pink haired boy knocking on your door, begging you to take him somewhere new, or asked to watch some new ridiculous movie. And how could you say no to a face like that? 

The sinking feeling you were desperately fighting was reaching you at your hips. You could no longer pull your feet out to try and fight it. 

. ˚ · • . ° .

He had successfully been able to pull you out of your isolation cocoon. He saw the way Maki smirked at him, he had assumed it was a thank you, for pulling you out of your selfless endeavor. At least you weren’t alone. And Yuji wasn’t complaining, you were so fun to be around, he felt at ease around you. So on an afternoon that you had made it to Jujustu tech high after a mission, he treated you to dinner in the common space. Where he couldn’t help but say, “Your the best company to have, (y/n)-senpai!” You flushed proudly, you could get used to hearing that~

And when he asked you to take him to Tokyo Tower the next day, the main attraction he had hoped to see one day in his outskirt town, you jokingly declined, until he begged. Yes- ‘begged’ on his knees, gripping your legs, and at the time he thought it was funny, until he breathed in your scent and it made his head swoon. He brushed it off when you laughed and pushed his head, “Ok! You can count on me! Now get off.” He did so eagerly, a second longer and he would have lost it. 

So what, so what he thought you smelled nice and looked so pretty in your uniform, that you always looked so pretty, so approachable. Many individuals stopped you for directions, especially tourists, maybe it was because of your americanized style? He wouldn’t dwell on it too long, it did things to him. He thought it was your curse building on his feeling of friendship. What he didn’t know was that your curse wasn’t that interested in Yuji, like it wasn’t affecting him………..

The leggings you wore with those cute oversized shirts that you tuck in the back in your bra to accentuate your figure. Showing off your toned legs from training and your curves ever so evident for everyone to see in the warming spring. Your hair pulled back in a slicked way to round out you face and make you look younger. He gave you a closed eyed grin, not able to keep looking at you, he’d burst in to flames if he did. You were attractive, so what, he wouldn’t make you uncomfortable. You were too precious.

But you were too focused on his own body to think of the possibility of him doing the same. And so what, he was attractive, you held no shame. He deserved the attention. 

Your style was americanized, maybe that was why tourists found you so approachable, asking for directions. Especially the Americans, and they’d rejoice when they heard you reply in English to their butchered Japanese. He liked how easy it came to you to help others. And he thanked you internally for giving him your time as well.  Traveling on the train wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea.

You took him to Tokyo Tower and guided him through it, the whole reason it was so famous, the history to it and taking him to the main deck, and when you brought him up to the top deck, pointing to all the places you knew. He noticed the goosebumps on your skin since you had no sleeves and he shed his oversized coat on you, wordesly placing it on your shoulders. You didn’t ignore the sweet gesture, you just smiled at him as he leaned forward on the railing with you and continued to point to places and ask you what they were. Thanks to the clear skies on the spring afternoon, you noticed that Mount Fiji was in view and pointed to it for him.

He was mesmerized, and watched the entire city in silence, taking it in, he pressed his shoulder against yours, and you didn’t move. Not wanting to break the blissful moment with Itadori Yuji. Watching the clouds move and taking in the breeze that carried both of your scents. 

You both didn’t want to move before it was time, but the breeze got stronger as the afternoon sun begin its descent. You both made your way down the crazy long tower, and headed to Shiodome, where there was an “Italian town” by Hama-rikyu Gardens you knew he’d love. And he had. 

For the first time in a long time, you received a call from Satoru-san, and when you looked down to your phone, you hadn’t realize the time. ‘Oh shit, I’m gonna hear it now.’ 

G:

“Why haven’t you come back? Did you at least go out with another second year?”

Y/n:

“I actually gave Yuji a tour of Tokyo Tower, sorry, I hadn’t looked at the time.”

G:

“Hm, okay, tell him I say hi. Have fun, let me know when you get to your dorm.” 

He had ended the call cheerfully, ‘what the hell.’ Yuji was watching you attentively, “was that Gojo-sensi?” He asked softly, you nodded. “He wanted to know when I was coming home.” Yuji took his phone out to look at the time and hissed when he saw it said 10:46. 

“Oh gosh, I hadn’t realized the time, we should probably get back.” You giggled and waved your hand to relax him, “Were both free tomorrow, he wasn’t telling me to go home, just checking in. He said to tell you Hi, actually.” He grinned and agreed there was no harm. And with that you both walked the combed gardens while finding your way. The night was peaceful, you found your arms linked together again, how? You had no idea, but they were, and you weren’t going to pull away if he didn’t. 

“What was America like?” He asked as you sat at a bench together. You had convinced him that taking the subway later would be calmer. He didn’t protest to more time with you. You hummed and clicked your tongue on the top of the roof of your mouth while you thought. “It was suffocating sometimes, they hold so many useless ideals unlike Japan. But I do miss it sometimes, the language, the music, the dumb class clowns.” You had picked up on the cultural difference between Japan and America about a month in. America had so many useless laws and ideals, Japan was much more comfortable, but you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t miss certain things. Japan had a way of slowly reminding you that you yourself were a foreigner, like with the traditional Japanese names and writing characters, you still struggled with them. 

He noticed it too when you sometimes refrained from saying Megumi’s full name, addressing him as ‘gumi’, instead. He was jealous for not having a nickname. But he pushed it down, deep down. “Do you ever think about, I don’t know, going back?” You leaned against him, shoulder to shoulder, delighted to feel him lean in too. “Sometimes, but then I remember, there’s nothing or anyone waiting for me. I like the family I have here better.” His heart fluttered to hear you say family, did that include him too?

You both spoke of your childhoods, it was peaceful, engulfing the two of you in a blissful stop, where everything else was secondary to the person sitting next to you. It wasn’t long until you stood and stretched with his much too big jacket on your frame, announcing you were gonna head back. He flushed, you were still wearing it, and it was adorable, his heart pounding. He might be in some trouble after all. He tried to build up the courage to grab you hand, but chickened out to link your arms once again, as he had done the whole day. He smiled softly when you pulled him closer and leaned your head on his upper arm. He might ask for more one day, but this would suffice if you never wanted him the way he did, ‘wait, what?’ He thought. He was definitely in trouble. 

You both walked and waited for the subway, to get to the outskirts of the your school. These were the quiet moments he missed, he didn’t have them anymore now that Sukuna was in the way and always pitched in to his thoughts. Something he just placed to together he hadn’t heard from Sukuna all day……

His huge jacket and the quiet lulling swaying of the train was making you sleepy, something you hadn’t been able to achieve until Yuji began consuming your thoughts. You wondered how long this fantasy would last until your curse would force you to loose this ray of sunshine in your life.

‘Maybe i’ll be little selfish for a while longer’. You felt the sinking feeling continue to consume you, all the way up to your chest, your arms didn’t even move to claw yourself up.

You had fallen asleep too quickly to stop yourself, and Yuji grinned and chuckled as he wrapped an arm around you and leaned you against his shoulder, his heart beating too quickly to register his own tired state. Despite it being a little ways over midnight, he’d been asking so much of your time, he’d push through and give you this small moment of peace. He’d take care of you now. 

You made it home and walked to your dorm, that he had walked you too on the 2nd years side. 

“Goodnight, Yuji-san.” You said sweetly, he hummed and leaned forward, your eyes widening. It was like he had been asking for a goodnight kiss. Not knowing what else to do, not wanting to sink any further, you pulled him into a tight hug, instead. He sighed inwardly, he had been lulled into your adorable face by his sleepy mind, attempting to kiss you. But this was fine too. As you pulled away, dashing into you room, back against the door, your heart pounding. Something Yuji hadn’t glossed over when you had hugged him. 

He couldn’t help the grin on his face as he leaned on to your door, arm of the door and felt your heartbeat and said, “Goodnight (y/n)-Senpai.” You didn’t hear him walk away for a few moments, heart pounding in your ears making you think he had. 

But when he did, you fell on your butt, back still against the door. ’This is bad. REALLY bad’, you thought. After a few moments, you had to hold back a scream when your door knob turned and tried to fly open, only to be stopped by your back and head. “At-ti-ti-ti” you groaned while holding your head and moved out of the way, there stood Maki, face stoick as always, until she found you on the floor, with Yuji’s jacket still on, cheeks flushed all the way to your ears. She smirked. Walking over to your bed with a proud look. Sitting with legs crossed and leaned forward.

“Cougar”, she jabbed. 

You knew you weren’t getting any sleep. You’d have to tell her every detail. Or else. 

.˚ · • . ° .

Though Itadori had taken you out another couple of times, and gotten more brazen, holding your hand when walking through the city and thru the last Tokyo attraction you’d both had been too, he also saw how much more flustered you’d become. You never pulled away, never stopped him when he hugged you, or put an arm around your shoulders. You just flushed and looked away, peeking over at him and quickly look away again. You realized that the others had also picked up on how you and Yuji were subconsciously flirting. 

Panda had already teased you about it, which Yuji had noticed, but you huffed and took your leave for a shower. Panda then teased him about, “oii, Yuji~ what do you prefer? Boobs or butts!” He probably choked before he even picked. Panda snickering before patting his shoulder, “come on, don’t be shy~!” The smug grin on the cursed corpse edging Yuji to answer.

He thought deeply, he wouldn’t lie, he did like a plump, round “-butt.” His senpai huffed pervertedly, chuckling while patting on his lower classmen’s shoulders. 

You had left and Yuji, would have lied if he said that he didn’t watch you walk away. 

He’d wait for you, however long it takes. There was something there, and he’d wait. But for now, he’d focus on getting stronger. 

So for the rest of the afternoon, He’d train,with Gojo….

-After a couple days. (You and Maki and Nobara were sitting in a park, with your speakers, exploring American music.)

During a training break where he sat on the floor, watching panda and Toge train now as Megumi went to get some drinks. He spaced out for a moment, thinking of you, and that sun dress you had worn a few days back, going for a food run, to which he invited himself too. The mini fridge wouldn’t stock itself. And besides, you weren’t really allowed to leave the grounds of the school on your own, due to your curse and all. But mostly because it was Gojo’s request, so you were totally okay with him tagging along. 

He watched the way your skin, that was usually unexposed, drank up the sun from the early summer days. The way your legs glimmered, they looked so soft. He wondered what else was soft- His train of thought was thankfully stopped by the ringing of a phone next to him and to his surprise it wasn’t his own. When he glanced down, the caller ID was Nobara and he assumed the phone belonged to Megumi. But what he was greeted with, took him by surprise:

Y: Hey Nobara, Megumi’s in the bathroom-

N: (nobara speaking) Oh come on, between the three of us, you’re telling me you’re not getting any action? Even with Yuji floating around you like that? 

He heard all three of you giggle. And he swore he was going to hang up, but the conversation kept peeking his interest. *especially since he heard his name….

N: ((y/n) speaking) It’s nothing like that, Itadori is better off keeping his distance. I’m the one being selfish. Besides, if we ever get to that point, I might never be able to look at him again if he’s affected by me. 

You sighed and turned on some English music. It was clear that Nobara had either did this on purpose or butt dialed Megumi by an accident. 

N: (Maki speaking) Don’t try and to act innocent you cougar, (y/n) is just afraid that he’ll either be the best experience she’s had in bed, or just the same as the rest. 

Nobara tried to stifle her laugh, unsuccessfully. And at this moment, Yuji thought he felt guilty for listening, but he knew himself better than that.

N: ((y/n) speaking) MAKI! Don’t embarrass me like this! I’m only a year older than him! BESIDES, even if I did imagine something happening between us, at the end of the day, sooner or later, he’ll grow to resent me the more his body is exposed to my cursed energy.

You sighed, getting quiet again. Itadori felt his chest heaving, turning to make sure Megumi was no where near. 

N: (Nobara speaking) Oh come on, Yuji is too soft to ever do something like that. You should know how he is, I don’t think he has a bone in his body with malice. He more of a walking airhead.

There was a pause, only the strange English music that Yuji was printing into the back of his mind to search up and add to your playlist he created. He never wanted to forget the next words that escape your mouth through the phone. 

N: ((y/n) speaking) You’re right, I can’t change how I feel, and I can’t change the strange feeling that something bad will happen. I’m sure Maki will flick my forehead for this - there was a pair of chuckles - I’ll just be selfish for as long as I can and let him decide. I am still his favorite senpai~

With that- he hung up the phone call, his fluttering heart and burning ears under the warm sun not allowing him to to listen to another word, without exploding.

He placed the phone down and pulled out his own, rushing to the search engine on his own phone, writing down the few lyrics he understood in hopes of finding the song that would only serve to further drive his desires and hopes. 

“Sunburn by The LivingTombstone.” He murmured as he was successful in finding it. His friend passed him a water bottle, silent as he sat down. Yuji- still flustered by everything he had heard slowly grasped it. “Ah, thanks a lot Megumi.” Though Yuji felt that he was thanking his friend for more than the water bottle that he guzzled down. 

Megumi thought Yuji had lost his mind when he threw the rest of the water he didn’t drink on top of his head, it soaked through his hair and trickled down his temple to his chin. 

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By the end of the day, he had memorized the strange tune from the song that he had no idea what they were saying. He also hadn’t heard the song playing on your speaker, or phone when the two of you were together. His eyebrows knitted together as he laid in bed staring at the song, the wonderful graphics of the animated music video. After it played for about the 7th time, he looked up the lyrics translated in Japanese and his heart started swooning. 

Turning to lay on his toned chest, digging his face in his pillow as he shut his eyes. Highschool crushes were the worst, they had a way of pulling the strangest reactions from you, the only thing in the world that made Yuji feel like he had to hold on to this one thing with the strongest grip in the world. So he wouldn’t loose you like he had lost so many others, he tried his best to ignore Sukuna and his quips about how he pursuit was futile. How you’d grow tired of his insistence sooner or later. 

All his focus was on the lyrics that caught his attention, the words swirling around and pulling his heart with it. 

“I’m losing myself. You smile, and I get sunburn.” 

He hoped that this song was recently added to your playlist after meeting him. He prayed to whoever was listening, that this was how you felt about him, and only him. 

[seven4asecret]

₊✩‧₊˚ Tipping The Scales Pt.5 ˚₊✩‧₊

Moonknight System x Layla x Gn! Avatar! Reader

Content & Warnings: No pronouns, no Y/N, no Smut, descriptions of typical violence, eventual polyamory, & badly written fight scenes.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 (WIP)

Chapter 5: Enter Anpu

You wanted to scream, to cry, to do something as you peered around the column, watching as Harrow knelt. You had never been a violent person, even going so far as to condemn it most of the time, but the growing urge to wrap your fingers tightly around that man's throat made you consider otherwise. It would only be fair, right?

 The old saying of an eye for an eye comes to mind.

Surely Harrow had caused enough evil for his death to be a favor, perhaps it was even an overdue justice for the trouble he's caused. Or perhaps that was your twisted sense of rage taking over at the moment.

You didn't want to look. You didn't think you could bear the sight of your friend floating on the water's surface, eyes still wide in shock. He felt so hollow, so empty. And in a way, so did you. Gods... It was only a few days ago that you had been having a laugh in the gift shop over something stupid. You never thought that things would end up like this.

Honestly, you had pictured that maybe one day you'd finally work up the nerve to ask him out for coffee. As something more than just friends or coworkers. And maybe, if things went well and you got really lucky, you'd find that you had room for one more in your flat. You found yourself thinking about him often at work, where you could see him working the register out of the corner of your eye. Sometimes you wondered silly little things, like if he had a favorite flower, or perhaps his opinion on 'The Mummy' from 1932. You had debated asking him to watch it with you, just to be able to listen to him ramble on about what the film did and didn't get right. You wondered if he noticed how you gazed at him when he went off on his tangents, the way your eyes softened at him, the gentle smile that would make its way to your lips. It wasn't your fault he looked incredibly kissable in those moments.

But things would be different now. Your stops at the nearby coffee shop would be for one tea instead of two. You wouldn't get to chat between your tours or hear him groan in response to your newest joke, trying to hide a hint of a smile. You wouldn't be able to listen to his ramblings or return his book. Oh, gods... you still had his book.

The sound of someone wading through water caught your attention and you resisted the urge to peek behind the column, instead choosing to squeeze your eyes shut. You weren't sure what Harrow and his band of followers would do to you if you and Layla were found. She didn't need to go through anything else, it was clear that the whole situation was a lot for her. In all truth, with the burning rage settling in your chest you were more afraid of what you would manage to do to them if they looked behind the column.

You let out a breath, counting down as the splashing retreated to the other end of the pool. There was a moment of silence, the only sound being that of the water lapping at the edges of the platform. Harrow broke the silence, his voice making your jaw clench as it echoed in the small chamber.

"I'm sorry it has to be this way, Marc Spector, Steven Grant, whoever else might be in there."

You glanced at Layla. She didn't meet your eyes looking down in thought, processing the situation. Another step through the water caught your attention as Harrow continued. Your stomach dropped.

"Sometimes we need the cold light of death before we can see reality."

A dark silhouette made itself visible between the two columns that you and Layla were hidden behind. Your eyes snapped to hers and she nodded at you in understanding. Before you could react Layla grabbed the man, plunging a blade into his heart. He let out a soft grunt and you prayed to the gods that Harrow didn't hear.

She nodded her head at you to stay close as she slowly stepped around the column to peer at Harrow. He stood on the steps of the small statue of Ammit, holding it above his kneeling followers beneath him.

"Who wants to heal the world?"

His scepter glowed a sickening purple, letting out the rumble of a crocodile before he set off at a brisk pace, his followers falling in behind him.

As they finally walked out of sight Layla cautiously picked her way across the room, you following close behind. A bit formed in your stomach as you saw the few scattered bodies. It was too hollow here. Too empty. Death was never something pleasant, of course, a tragedy within itself, but now it seemed to surround you. Its evidence permitted the room, with a thick, silent heaviness that neither of you wanted to break. Yet.

As she kneeled beside a body you had to turn away, looking up as you blinked away tears away with a shaky breath. You already knew who it was.

"Marc. Marc." You heard her whisper on the edge of tears, trying to rouse him as if by some miracle he had survived two shots to the heart. She turned to look back at you, her tear-filled eyes pleading for you to confirm he was still hanging onto a thread. You both already knew the answer. You shook your head once, looking down as a tear slipped down your cheek. She sobbed quietly, holding him for a moment and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

You helped her lower him into the water and she turned to you, showing the scarab.

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Somehow the two of you had made it into one of Harrow's trucks undetected and overlooked by the others, headdresses shielding your faces. The two of you stayed silent during the ride, processing everything that had just happened. You were still in denial over losing them. It didn't feel real yet. The world around you felt dulled, muted.

You were so consumed by your thoughts that you nearly jumped when you felt something brush against your hand. You looked down to see Layla's hand take yours, intertwining your fingers with hers. Your breath hitched and your eyes met hers. You wanted to smile, to offer her some reassurance. You couldn't. Instead, you just squeezed her hand in return, which seemed to be what she was looking for, not something to make her forget things, just to know that someone was with her too.

Eventually, the two trucks made it back to the ride with a bump, the the truck you were in following behind Harrow's. He pulled to a stop in front of a guarded roadblock. One of the men, speaking Arabic slapped on the hood of his car, Harrow responded by getting out and causing them to panic, grabbing their guns. Harrow stepped out of the truck, hands raised to placate the guards.

"It's all right. It's all right."

The man in front of him held up his gun pointing it right at him, "Show me your papers."

"I don't need to show you my papers. You need to show us your soul." Harrow raised his staff before bringing it against the ground, a wave of purple energy radiating from it. It struck all of the guards causing a bright purple glow to emanate from their chests.

Your handheld Layla's tighter as you watched souls being ripped from their bodies. It nearly made you want to be sick for some odd reason. It felt wrong, so, so, wrong. You felt that same feeling surround you, the ominous hunger, the starvation for power, the very fiber of a being being consumed. You wanted to curl up into a ball, all you could feel, see, and hear, was the repeating mantra of this feeling.

Judgement. Devour. Weigh. Consume.

It echoed louder in your head, seemingly all around you, more prominent than before. All you could see was a purple glow and hear the men screaming as their life was stolen out of their bodies. Darkness lurked at the edge of your awareness, wicked and so, so hungry.

Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much.

You felt yourself tip forward, weightless, before something caught you, a pair of arms. You heard your name being frantically whispered. A moment later you sucked in a breath of air, eyes darting around as the purple cleared from your vision. Your eyes met Layla's and you let out a breath of relief, letting your eyes close as you realized she had leaned you back against her.

"You good? What was that? That was..."

"Weird, yeah" You placed a trembling hand on her arm as she held you, letting yourself settle down and catch your breath. "I-I don't know. It was too much at once. Overwhelming." You let out a shaky breath. "I could feel her, Ammit, I mean. It's not good. Really not good. Harrow must have been stockpiling souls because I have never, never felt a presence like that." 

She furrowed her brows. "Shit." 

Only now you realized that the truck was empty of Harrow's men and you looked at her. "Uh... where did everyone go?" 

"Just over there." *She nods her head to the distance ahead, where Harrow's men are gathered, overlooking things. "But we need to get a move on if we want to take the chance of stopping him." She looks back at you, concern flashing in her eyes. "Sure you're okay to keep going? I don't w-" 

"No!" You cut her off, before quickly correcting yourself with a shake of your head. "No. I've already made it this far. I'm not letting this stop me. I'll be fine." You pulled away from her, standing up with a crooked smile as you helped her to her feet. "Besides, you're not the only one who wants to see this through. I want Harrow to pay too. And I'm sure as hell not letting you do this alone."

She returned your smile as she grabbed your hand, standing up. "Alright. Let's do this then. For our boys."

The two of you tread carefully up the road, eyes locked on him through the mess of bodies, an unspoken plan brewing between you. Layla unsheathed her knife. Your hand hovered over the pocketknife you had from the camp.

Just as you were about to pass the car you jumped at the sudden presence. Before you could open your mouth to warn her of another entity the body in front of the car leaned up, addressing Layla in an unexpectedly feminine voice.

"Don't do it."

Layla ignored it and pulled you along to pause behind the truck, eyes still locked on Harrow. You were more hesitant now, it wouldn't be wise to go against the words of a god. "Layla, wait. I am the Goddess Taweret." Her presence felt warm, and lively, it might be best to follow her advice.

"Layla. It's Marc who's telling you to stop." The body raised its hands in an attempt to softly discourage her.

 "What the hell is this? He's dead" Layla furrowed her brows, looking at the body. Taweret, or the man she was speaking through sighs softly, dropping back against the ground.

"And I'm talking to you through dead people right now. So what? Listen, Harrow is too powerful for you to stop him alone. If Marc... If he can return to life..."

You paused. Well... Taweret wasn't wrong. If what you felt before was any indication the two of you were already going into deep shit. Getting the help of another deity may be the only way to combat another. But it was her last comment that caught your attention.

"What do you mean, 'return to life'?" Layla questioned skeptically. Taweret didn't reply at first, just letting out a soft groan as the body slumped against the ground again. "He's going to need Khonshu. Break his ushabti. It's in the Chamber of the Gods. And you can be my Avatar. Marc says wonderful things about you."

"No, no, no. I'll fight him on my own." She sheathed her knife.

You were about to speak when you heard one of Harrow's followers bark an order, "It's time to go!" The two of you pulled the fabric of your headdresses over your nose and climbed back into the car as the engine started up. This time your hand found hers as the car pulled away.

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The two of you stood on the side of the pyramid, Harrow's men scattered around you, all eyes on him. You bit your lip, resisting the urge to babble on about everything Steven had told-

Suddenly the prospect of entering the pyramid lost its excitement. Your heart sank.

You shifted your focus back to Harrow as he stomped his spear against one of the large blocks with a metal clang. A rumble followed with the scraping of rocks as a crack formed, opening up a dark passageway. Harrow took up the lead.

"Come. You won't believe what the gods have hidden from mankind."

You shuttered as you walked next to Layla amongst his band of followers, keeping your head down. A group of five took their places before Harrow, and you could feel the presence of a god within them. Avatars.

"You're judges, not warriors." Harrow addressed them. "This doesn't need to happen."

The man before him, raised his hands, summoning two orbs of light. Harrow countered, stomping the butt of his staff against the ground, the crocodile eye glowing purple.

Layla took your hand, guiding you down the steps and through a passage. In a moment you were faced with a wall. Among it, scattered blocks were removed to form cubbies, each made to house an oil lamp and aushabti. You and Layla peered among the holes, looking for one that resembled the familiar bird deity.

You paused at one, breath catching in your throat. Its body was humanoid, just like all the others but its head resembled a jackal. Either one of two gods, Wypawet, or Anubis.

"No, way." You let out a breath, picking up the aushabti. As you looked down at the small sculpture you furrowed your brows, all sorts of questions plaguing you. Wasn't he supposed to be the one weighing the hearts? Why had the job fallen to Ammit? What had he done to be confined to stone? You hesitated, you felt the cold weight of the stone, something inside told you to take it, keep it. Layla found the aushabti for Khonshu, taking off to a hidden corner to shatter it against the ground without alerting Harrow.

You went to run after her but stopped. Your breath hitched as you heard a growl from the platform above, your head jolting back at the feeling of overwhelming hunger from Ammit returning tenfold. Your vision turned purple. The statue slipped out of your hand before you could stop it, shattering against the ground.

Black.

You blinked, looking around you, only to see an infinite space of nothingness. There was no sense of beginning or end, to know whether you were up or down within it. It was dark, but somehow well lit with soft green specks of light from some unknown source. It reminded you of the way light would shine on a raw crystal. Your breath quickened, your stomach dropping as you looked around for any possibility of an exit. Your panic was interrupted by a voice.

"Greetings." You whirled around to see a large figure standing behind you, a dark jackal-headed figure. He tilted his head as you observed him, taking in his presence from his winged headdress, his bandaged-wrapped body, to his tall staff. "There is no need for fear, I mean no harm to you." His voice was different than you had imagined, with a soft-spoken element to his deep vocals. He seemed... kind and you could sense he meant no harm.

You let out a breath. "Anubis."

 "One of many names, yes, if that is the one you prefer to call me by." He circled you, taking in your appearance. "I believe I owe you my thanks for freeing me of my stone prison, even if unintentional, I have not been free for...quite a long time. I'm in your debt, little priest."

"Uh... you're welcome?" You looked around the white void. "Where am I? Why were you stuck in the statue?"

"Between worlds. A secret path." He took a breath, his hand tightening around his staff. "As for the circumstances of my imprisionment. That was due to Ammit's greed and hunger. She blamed me for her own actions of devouring souls before their time, feeding off their power. The other gods imprisioned me at her word. She took my place as judge. She has just been freed from her own aushabti, you could sense it, Seer. Time is be of the essence if she is to be stopped."

You nodded. "That... makes sense. Then what can I do to help defeat her?"

"You must bind her. And the only way to do that is channeling a god's power through a mortal." He pauses, humming thoughtfully. "It seems that Ammit has already gained a helper of her own. The circumstance is more dire now. I alone will not be able to help you. I have been imprissioned so long that my full power will take time to manifest. I may be able to assist but you will still require the help of other Avatars."

"Harrow." You spat. "Alright. Tell me what I need to do."

He turned to you, eyes flashing. "Become my vessel, my Avatar. I believe you are more than fitting for the role. After all, you've known of such things beyond your own reality for years now, have you not? Why not harness the abilities that come with it? You were made to be more, little Seer. I can help you understand your gift, use it. Ammit's hunger overwhelms your senses, clouds your mind. Allow me to help you resist it's fog."

You hesitated a moment. This was your way to defeat Amit, to help your friends. You knew what Marc had said. But it seemed like you could use all the help you could get.

"Why not let me repay my debt to you? Your scales are balanced, you wish for a better reality. Allow me help you assist those who cannot aid themselves. Will you join me, little priest? Will you swear to deal justice to the world? To inflict divine judgement to those worthy of it? To serve as healer, guide, and judge? Will you aid me in the quest to tip the scales of this universe back to balance?"

You looked at him, sensing the genuine kindness behind his offer. He was not filled with underlying rage or vengeance like you sensed from Khonshu. No, instead you felt his desire for a better world, a deep love of humans. Your gut said to take it. In some weird way, you felt like you were meant for this role, like you belonged in it.

"You have my word."

He smiled, resting a bandaged hand on your shoulder. "Then it is done. I have no doubt you will serve me well. But first, I believe you will do well to fulfill the role of psychopomp, though perhaps in reverse this time. Find your friends and escort them to the door, I will speak to Osiris on the matter of releasing them.

You furrowed your brows in confusion and opened your mouth to question him when you were suddenly jolted forward, finding yourself in a vast landscape of sand beneath your feet.

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All the great epics sent the hero through the underworld. Heracles, and Odysseus, both made their journey to Hades' realm. But at this moment, you were no hero, out of every traveler who made the quest you felt most in the place of Orpheus. Not here out of duty, or a desire for fame, but something far greater, to fetch your own Eurydice.

Or perhaps that was the hopeless romantic in you.

The sky of the Duat was dark, purple, and blue, interspersed with stars. You let out a breath of awe, spinning around only to notice the large doors behind you. The large pillars holding it up, are carved with the ruler of the dead. Something about this role... it felt right. Like you were meant for this. You felt an odd sense of belonging here.

You turned back around, setting off into the sand, determined to find your friends. You could feel them, the thrumming of their souls leading you further. As you peered ahead you noticed the two figures a few yards from you, each of them excitedly talking to the other. You smiled as you recognized their voices. One American accent, and one a very familiar British that made your heart flutter.

"Steven? Marc?!"

Steven's eyes widened as he let out a breath, turning to you. He uttered your name in disbelief. "H-How... I-I... Are you really here?"

"Yeah, I'm here." You whispered in your shock at the sight of them.

He surged forward, closing the yards between you, embracing you enthusiastically. Your breath hitched and you clung to him in return, eyes watering as you rested your head against his shoulder. He took a breath, "Gods, I didn't think I'd see you again! T-there's so much I wanted to-" He pulled back slightly. "What the hell are you wearing? I-I mean, you look bloody amazing, really cool, but uh..."

You furrowed your brows, "Huh?" You looked down at yourself, eyes widening as you took in the sight of black-wrapped bandages adorning your body, a deep blue cape fluttering behind you.

Marc spoke up, interrupting you. His brows were furrowed in his confusion over your appearance. "How did you get here?"

 "Well. I, uh... may have accidentally freed Anubis. I'm his Avatar now! I-I can actually do something to help-" You paused as you felt another set of arms wraps around you, greeted by the unexpected sight of Marc now embracing you alongside Steven.

Gods above you wanted to melt.

"You really gotta stop dealing with gods for other people." The corner of his mouth quirked up, his dark eyes crinkling at the corners. "You keep getting yourself into trouble faster than I can keep you out."

You smiled. "You say that as if the two of you aren't worth every bit of it. I'd have you know I wouldn't do this sort of thing for just anyone."

Steven smiled, breath hitching as he leaned against you. "Yeah? That's really... that's really nice of you." He seemed to hesitate for a moment. "You know... I-I always wanted to tell you I-"

"How's Layla?" Marc spoke up, pulling back slightly.

"Anubis sent me here to get the two of you back. You'll get to see for yourself. Come on, follow me." You smiled softly, turning as the two towering doors began to open. Steven jogged up next to your side, intertwining your fingers.

"Gods... I... I have so many questions now. What was Anubis like? Is he scary like Khonshu? What did-"

Marc interrupted him with a soft smile, his hand finding your other. "Steven. Later. Let's focus on getting out of here for now."

"R-right. Sorry it's just..." He let out a soft sigh, smiling as looking at you. Your stomach did a flip at the softness in his eyes. "Wow... I have to admit I'm a tad bit jealous."

You let out an amused snort as you led them to the door, each of your hands in theirs. As you stepped to the top of the stairs you paused, giving them a lopsided grin.

"I'll see you two in a bit." You let their hands go, looking at them fondly.

They approached the white light separating them from life. Steven stopped Marc with a tug of his sleeve, looking at him, seemingly conveying some unspoken agreement as Marc nodded. He clapped Steven on the back, a grin on his face. "Go get em'. You've taken long enough."

Steven hesitated, turning to you and letting out your name in a breath. He stood in front of you, fidgeting with the sleeves pulled over his hands. "I-I..." He let out a nervous laugh as he ran a hand through his hair. "I..." He cursed, seemingly frustrated with himself. "Oh, to hell with it."

You furrowed your brows, puzzled. "Steven? What are you- Mmmh!"

Your eyes widened and any question you would have asked died on your lips.

Steven surged forward, his lips crashing against yours, his hands gently cupping the sides of your face, holding you tenderly. As if you would fall apart like precious porcelain. Your breath hitched and your eyes fluttered closed as you melted into the kiss. His lips moved against yours with a sense of urgency and adoration, seemingly wanting you as close as possible. Your arms wrapped around his neck, and your fingers tangled into the back of his hair, pulling him against you.

A cough sounded from nearby. The two of you pulled away panting, faces flushed. You turned back to see Marc waiting expectantly, a glint in his eyes. "As cute as it is to see you two actually bing direct for once instead of dancing around your feelings, we got to go. The fate of the world is hanging in the balance here."

Oh. Yeah. You almost forgot.

Steven stammered, a bright blush coating his cheeks. "R-right. Yeah, I... I-I should go..." He looked from you to Marc, hesitating a moment before planting a final, soft, tender kiss on your lips. He flashed you a lopsided smile, "Laters gators."

"In a while, Crocodile." You smiled back, feeling like you were walking on clouds, your heart light.

Steven stepped through the light. Marc hesitated a moment.

He turned to you, letting out a breath. "Look, I know I've been... hard on you... but I want you to know you're not a burden. Not to me. Not to Layla. And sure as hell not to Steven."

You couldn't help but smile shyly. "Yeah, I think I picked up on that last one."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah. I... Look, I was trying to keep you out of this, keep you away from all the shit I had to put up with Khonshu. To protect you, keep you out of trouble. Steven would have killed me if I let you get hurt. I couldn't do that to him. He couldn't lose you. I couldn't lose you."

You blinked a few times. Were... were you hearing him right? 

He paused a moment, looking at you softly, an unexpected tenderness in his gaze. He opened his mouth to say something but stopped, stepping forward to plant a kiss on your lips.

He pulled away before you could decide to reciprocate, his hands running along your arms, intertwining your fingers as his face stayed inches away from yours. He spoke softly. "Thank you... For taking care of Steven, for being there for him throughout everything. He needed that. More than you could know. You're the best thing he's got.”

The corner of your mouth twitched up. You let out a breath. "You do realize that it's not just for Steven, not anymore, right?"

He smiled, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead, letting out an amused breath. "Mm, I'm getting it now. You really are trying to get into trouble now" He grinned, squeezing your hand. "I'll see you in a bit.

You returned his smile, cheeks still burning as he walked into the light.

A large smile stretched across your face, a hand going up to touch your lips. You giggled savoring the tingling feeling as you replayed the last few moments of their lips on yours. You grinned, pumping a fist in the air with an elated laugh. "Yes!"

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You sat up with a start, gasping for air to see Layla kneeling over you. The purple clouding your vision was gone.

"Jesus!" She jumped. "What the hell was that? I thought you said you were fine."

"I am! Long story short is that we've got another god on our side. Anubis wants Ammit stopped but we need more than one avatar to do it." You stood up, brushing the dust off your pants. "Also Marc says hi. He's on his way."

Layla nodded, letting out a breath. "Yeah, okay. Lets go find some."

The two of you silently rushed off to the center chamber and met with one of the avatars before dragging himself up. Layla grabbed him, helping prop him up as you slipped his arm over your shoulder as he gurgled.

"Are you the ones who released Khonshu?

"Yes." She panted as you helped her prop him up against the wall. "Hey! Hey, hey. Hey. How do we stop Ammit?"

The man answered in a deeper, guttural voice that was not his own. You shivered. "This chamber is our most powerful place. From here, we need to impression Ammit in a mortal form."

The man groaned and Layla nodded. "A body instead of a statue. She'd be vulnerable. Okay, how do we do it?"

He gurgled again. "We need more Avatars than we have left-" He slumped to the ground and you cursed. You felt his soul rise from his body and fade.

"Layla..." You started softly, knowing she wouldn't like your idea.

"I know." She sighs. "Taweret, are you there?"

The body shifted, calling her name in an excited shrill. "I'm so excited! We're going to do great things together." You flinched the two of you. turning to see Harrow and a few of his followers heading in your direction.

"Shit.' You grabbed her hand and headed down a dark passage. A purple blast hit and you pushed her onward. The familiar feeling of Taweret's presence intensifies.

Layla groaned, her head jerking back as Taweret's voice projected through her lips. "Oh, you've changed your mind."

You stopped, watching your friend's sudden change in demeanor as your eyes flicked to the crumbling tunnel. "Guys..."

"I would be delighted to accept you as my Avatar." Taweret theatrically waved Layla's hand before she slumped against the wall, panting. "Okay, okay. Temporary Avatar."

She straightened back up suddenly, speaking again in Taweret's high-pitched voice. "Yes, of course!" While Taweret's presence was undoubtedly friendly you had to admit to yourself that this display was... unnerving but not the weirdest thing you've seen. "Oh, your father is going to be over the moon when he hears."

"Guys can we hurry this up?" you felt a sick feeling in your stomach as you felt the familiar sensation of souls being ripped from bodies in the distance. Ammit was feeding again, and not just a little but this time.

"Oh hush, little Seer! You can't rush things. Oh, I have a fabulous costume in mind."

There was a crunch and the rocks above you fell. You braced for impact.

White.

You blinked to see yourself in the same black bandages as before, something now on your face. You shifted, feeling the strain of holding something, breath hitching as you realized you were holding up the collapsing rubble above you. "Holy fuck..."

You saw a glint of gold as Layla kicked down a large chunk of stone, light flooding the ruined tunnel. You tossed the rubble off your shoulders, taking in her new outfit. "You look..." Your heart fluttered as she reached behind her to retrieve two swords, only to pull out a pair of metal wings. Curse your weakness for women in armor. "Oh, that's fucking awesome."

She smiled at you as she looked you over, "Yeah? I could say the same for you. Really sticking with the whole 'I see dead people' theme I see." Her finger traced over the ankh on your chest. You shivered, leaning forward slightly.

You let out an amused snort. "Can I... uh..." You looked at her a moment, eyes flicking to her lips. A light blush coated your cheeks, a nervous but hopeful smile spreading across your lips. "Just for good luck, y'know?"

She let out a soft laugh, leaning forward to brush her lips against yours. "That was cheesy."

You hummed into the kiss, a smile on your lips as your eyes fluttered closed. "Yeah. I know. But it worked didn't it?"

She laughs, an arm snaking around your neck as her other pulled your mask up away from your face. "It did." Her fingers tangled in your hair as she pulled you forward into a kiss. You sighed into the kiss.

Finally.

She pulled away, smiling as her eyes flicked over your face. "Happy now?"

"Oh, very." You reached back to pull out a pair of scythes from your back. "Ready?"

You spotted Anubis in the corner, a small smile on his lips. He nodded.

You sliced the empty air before you with the scythes, ripping a pocket into the fabric of reality.

She grinned, ready to take off.

"Ready."

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The two of you emerged a second later amid the city, purple balls of light rose in the sky. You frowned as you took in the amount of souls being harvested. You knew this was going to be hard, but things were looking worse by the second.

A streak of white caught your eye. You watched as Harrow hit Marc with the staff before charging it up again. A sickly shade of purple emanated from the head of the staff.

"Quick there!" You pointed. She took off, metal wings spread as she flew forward, kicking Harrow off him. You followed behind her, mask off as you looked at Marc.

He stirred, letting your names fall past his lips. You grinned. "Long time no see."

Harrow waved his staff, another beam of purple shooting from the head, Layla folded the wings around her, shielding the two of you. You ducked to the side, Anubis guiding your throw as you tossed one of the scythes behind him, the weapon slicing a tear in space that he stumbled back into. The scythe spun, returning to your hand as he fell from the second resulting tear, dropping him hard against the ground.

"Layla!"

"Marc." The couple stood, embracing each other happily. You smiled.

"Thank god your okay." Marc panted, taking her face in his hands.

"How did you get back?" She asks."

Marc looked at you, flashing you a smile. "Had some help from our partner here."

You returned the smile, heart fluttering.

Partner? Oh, you liked that.

 Marc's suit shifted, and Steven made his entrance. He looked over at Layla. "Wow, you look amazing. What are you wearing?"

She let out an amused snort. Steven looked at you, the same soft smile spreading across his face. "Hiya." 

"Hi." you let out a breath. It took all your willpower not to pull him in for another kiss right there. Instead, movement to your right caught your eye.

Harrow stood up, his followers, joining him. 

"I'm really jazzed about showing you these new skillsets we have." Steven beamed, the mask covering his face again as he looked between the two of you. 

"All right, show me what you got." Layla nodded, a soft grin spreading across her face.

 "Yeah?"

 "Yeah."

You smiled as the three of you took off. The advice and guidance of your patron deity echo in the back of your head.

Slash there. Step here. Duck. Thrust. Turn.

It was a weird feeling to be turned into something other than yourself. Almost as if you were being guided through a dance by some unseen force. You closed your eyes, letting out a breath that seemed to echo.

Things felt like they slowed down as you spun. You could feel so much at once. Metal clanked around you. People shouted. Footsteps thudded. You could still see. In your mind's eye was a clear image of the scene around you, vivid, bright, and clear as the people moved around you. You could see their souls, and count the exact number of people near you, whether their scales were balanced or not within them.

Pull.

You hooked your scythes around someone from behind, effortlessly pulling him over you to crash on the ground before your feet. He grunted in pain. Unbalanced. 

You raised a hand, gesturing as you guided his soul to the underworld.

You grouped your two weapons parallel to each other, one on top of the other, opening your eyes as you watched them form into a staff. Another person ran at you. You ducked, swinging your staff at their legs, tripping them with your weapon. Predictably they did, and you knocked them out with the butt of your scythe. Balanced.

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Out of the corners of your eyes, you could see your partners fighting their opponents. Marc scent a flying crescent at a follower getting ready to shoot at you before his suit shifted again. You sent a smile his way, kicking the man in the stomach. He doubled over and you placed a palm over his head, forcing his consciousness to fade. 

You ducked as Layla flew over you, standing with her back against yours. "You're good at this." 

She grinned. "I know. Weird isn't it? Suddenly knowing how to do these things." 

"Very." You dodged another punch, pulling the attacker down to the ground by his arm. 

Eventually, the three of you made it to Harrow. Your staff crashed against his own, with a clank. You pushed forward, arms shaking with the effort, his jaw clenched as you held him back. You looked him dead in the eye, rage boiling in your chest.

 "You'll pay the price for playing the part of a god." You seethed, arms aching as you pushed your staff forward.

He responded with a growl, matching your sudden push against his staff against your own. "What makes you think I was playing." The purple energy glowed again from his staff. Your eyes widened and before you could deflect the blast he maneuvered his staff, sending a beam of energy against your chest. You flew backward, rolling as you hit the ground with a groan. You stood up, cracking your neck and rotating your shoulders.

"Alright. Let's get this overwith. The trip was fun and all, but I'm a bit tired of this."

Marc let out a laugh. "You and me both."

Eventually, the three of you surrounded Harrow, sending stabs and slices his way. He managed to parry the attacks with his staff. Marc began to gain the upper hand, forcing him back with repeated attacks. Harrow responded in turn by plunging his staff down, sending a wave of purple energy radiating from it. You were forced back again, this time your scythes digging into the asphalt like butter to halt you.

You scrambled up as you saw Harrow corner Layla on a car and let out a curse. That alerted Steven who charged at him, sending him crashing into a nearby wall. A few hits were exchanged before Harrow caught his leg mid-kick, sending him flying through brick, a plume of dust rising.

Your eyes widened and you sent your scythes through the air, pinning his arms in their curve as the blades embedded in the brick behind him. Marc charged, landing a kick to his torso, allowing Layla to attempt to claim his staff, prying it from his hands. Harrow manages to slip out, the three of you scrambling to either grab his hands or take the staff.

 A hum echoed through the weapon and it shot a blast of energy at a nearby van. Your breath caught in your throat and you looked to Layla who went after the passengers, ripping a door off to use as a shield. With a nod from Marc, you went to help her, a band of his followers crowding around her, guns firing.

As you dodged and hit you saw a flashing purple light, Marc and Harrow battling for the staff still.

You let out a grunt as someone landed a hit to your side, making you retaliate, sending them backward across the street.

Another flash of light and Harrow had Marc's weapon at his own throat. You started forward only to watch the weapon fly toward you, pass, and pin Layla's hand to the car.

You looked between them, unsure of who to aid first. You winced as another flash of purple sent Marc to the ground, Layla pulling you to her with her free hand, shielding you with her wing.

She lowered it, eyes wide as she looked at you.

Your eyes were on Marc.

He wasn't getting up.

Time slowed down. In the distance you caught sight of Ammit and Khonshu, his staff being used to take him to the ground, shaking the earth as Harrow stalked forward. From the top of a building, you caught sight of Anubis. He nodded. You knew what you had to do. You just had to get there.

Dirt kicked up behind your heels as you ran towards Marc.

Harrow raised his staff.

You weren't going to make it.

Harrow brought his staff down on Marc's chest, making him let out a guttural groan of pain as the purple glow overwhelmed him.

You reached out a hand.

Pain.

You let out a cry as you felt a sharp pain in your shoulder. Then warmth. You stumbled back, tripping over your feet.

Shit.

 You felt something fly above you, gargling following as the shooter dropped to his knees, clutching a golden crescent.

 You looked up to see...Marc? His suit was different. Darker. He had gotten up, sending a few of his weapons out into the masses of Harrow's followers with eery precision, each hitting their mark. He yanked Harrow's staff from the man's hand. A kick to the cult leader's feet brought him to his knees before he had time to react. He sent a punch to Harrow's face, knocking him out.

 You glanced back at Layla, her eyes as wide as yours.

 When you looked back to Marc he was standing up, his suit now back to normal as he surveyed the scene around him. Layla pulls herself free.

 "Marc?"

 He let out a breath.

 "What the hell was that?"

 You stood up, brushing yourself off as you joined him.

"I blacked out."

You blinked. Before you could respond you heard a thump as Khonshu's body was grabbed by Ammit, dragging him away. Your heart sank.

You looked to Anubis, eyes wide, tensing as you prepared to run.

"No, you stay, little Seer. I shall go try and assist my friend to the best of my abilities." He disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

Layla turned to the two of you. "I know how to stop Ammit. Get Harrow. We need to get back to the chamber" She grabbed his now broken staff, and Marc grabbed Harrow. You slashed the empty air before you, creating a bridge to the dark room.

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"The power of the room will help us bind Ammit to Harrow's body." Layla stepped first into the room, followed by Marc. You cut through the tear behind you, closing it. Marc lay Harrow on top of some rubble."Quick, grab my hand so we can start the spell."

You nodded at her, sliding your hand into hers, an action that had become familiar throughout the trip. Marc took her other hand. Your body jolted forward as words filled your mind. Old, ancient sounds, that you had never heard before streamed from your lips, joining the echo of your partners' voices. A purple light extended from Marc's hand, passing through each nearby statue of a deity.

 The light encircled Harrow and you continued to speak in a tongue that you did not know, driven by the whisperings of your patron.

Harrow's eyes shot open as the purple light funneled into his mouth, answering in Ammit's voice. "You can never contain me. I'll never stop!" The light faded and you dropped to your knees, chest heaving and shoulder aching.

 You felt two pairs of bandaged hands on your back. The same cold-tingling feeling overtook your shoulder, the wound slowly healing from both your patron's touch.

 "Finish it." The familiar voice of Khonshu echoed in the chamber. "And leave neither of them alive."

 Marc stood, grabbing the crescent from his chest and holding it as he prepared to strike the final blow. 

"While he lives, so too does she."  

You looked to Anubis. "It would be a fitting end. A fair punishment for the lives taken in her name." You wanted to agree. You wanted to see this man dead for everything he did. But it didn't settle well with you. You thought back to the man you shot when retrieving the map, the sick feeling that settled in your stomach. No, this wasn't right. Not like this.

 "I have to finish this. If not, I'll never be free." You heard Marc say in return to his patron, seemingly more to himself.

 You rushed over and grabbed his wrist as Layla spoke up.

 "Marc! You have a choice. You are free."

 "The choice is vengeance! We cannot take the chance that Ammit finds a way out. She will kill again."

 "It would be serving justice that is long overdue, little Seer. An eye for an eye. A life for a life."

 You shook your head. "Justice perhaps. But would we not be stooping to the same level? A killer kills a killer?"

 Marc looks up at Khonshu. "Now you sound just like her."

 He lets go of Harrow, dropping his weapon. "You want him dead... do it yourself."

 He glares at Khonshu. "Now release us."

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[escarlatellie]

answers in the pouring rain ; platonic!joel miller. (1.4k.)

⤿ gn!reader, pre-ellie, comfort except joel does it..differently? your home life isn't the best, crying, brief mention of blood. "cigarette daydreams" referenced in the title.

⤿ out late at night, an old guy you've never met before comforts you the best he knows how.

your cries are quiet.

fedra had never been too empathetic towards the people in its quarantine zones, especially not the children. years go by, you know? eventually, they stop caring about the stability the zones’ adults offer the kids, only concerned with population and physical wellbeing. as long as everyone stayed alive and fungus-free, everything outside of that wasn’t their problem. to the uneducated individual, the fireflies’ motto, when you’re lost in the darkness, look for the light would seem comforting, but is really just another plea for numbers. 

you wish you were that kind of uneducated individual.

curled up against a dusty brick wall, drenched thanks to the pouring rain, you really, really wish you were one of those uneducated individuals. it’s not that you’re afraid, or that you’re lost. your physical well-being is as good as it will ever be. objectively, there’s nothing wrong with you. it’s the people around you that hurt. 

at this point, you’re not sure if the wetness on your cheeks is the rain or your own tears. 

curled into a fetal position on the ground, you try and muffle any sound in fear of any soldiers on patrol coming your way and bringing you home. it’s pretty late, and you have a strict curfew which you should be following and shit, you don’t want to go home. you’d rather freeze out here in the cold than go back home, back to the yelling and the screaming, the gaslighting which you’d only realized recently was…a thing. 

that house was your own personal hell, and you’d do anything to get out of it even if it meant being thrown into the world of infected, the world which many considered dangerous and both physically and mentally taxing. little did they know the world you lived in, the world you grew up in, the people you stuck around were just the same. all you wanted, really, was the kind of home you’d read about in those cheap storybooks you could buy for a couple of ration cards. where the mother and father are happy, teach their children nicely and speak to them fondly. 

another sob tears itself out of your throat at the thought, that some kid in the exact same zone as you could be enjoying their night. could be sitting at a dinner table giggling with their parents and chatting up a civil storm with a sibling or two. your parents just…weren’t like that. 

dirt and mud cling to your bottoms, frustration pooling in your gut alongside the resentment and raw devastation that follows such an absolutely shit night. everything had been fine in the morning; you’d gotten up to help your father out with fedra’s assigned tasks, went about your morning as per usual, sat down to lunch alongside a couple other volunteers, hung out with a few friends, then came home for dinner and instantly whatever semblance of happiness had been ruthlessly picked at and torn apart by the words your parents had spoken, venom thrown your way as a way of venting their own frustrations and bringing you down. 

it was as if they were completely different people; happy and agreeable to outsiders, to those who knew nothing better, but harsh and unrelenting to you and even each other at certain points. or maybe you were just desperate enough for a sense of normalcy to convince yourself your parents were good until they decided not to be.

your chest aches with silent cries, mouth opening and closing with the urge to scream but knowing that doing so would wreak havoc. it’d be another thing for your parents to get upset at you for, and having all those extra eyes on you is far from what you want, so you let your shoulders shake with the effort of controlling your sobs, let your airways constrict under the pressure, and let yourself fall apart until your sobs weaken and suddenly you feel empty but somehow heavier.

you don’t notice the subtle crunching of gravel beneath someone else’s unsuspecting footsteps until they’re too close; there’s nowhere to hide beneath this overhang, and if this person turns the corner too sharply, even catches a glimpse of you, you’d be done for. 

what you don’t expect to see turn the corner is an old man, probably in his fifties, hauling a heavy-looking bag of god knows what over his shoulder as he makes his way to wherever the fuck old men go at this time of night. you’re actually not sure if he sees you, limping through dusk’s dim lighting with streaks and blatant splatters of someone else’s blood covering almost every inch of him. you hope he doesn’t, the idea of him killing you as some kind of witness creeping into your head before you can stop it—turns out he’s seen you, anyway.

“the hell are you doing, kid?”, he calls out, quiet albeit the desertedness of the area. you’re not sure if he sees you flinch, but something in his voice softens—if just a little bit—when he inches closer and gets a look at your face, simultaneously granting you the chance to see his a little closer up. he’s definitely old, you think, and anxiety is settling at the base of your spine, telling you to run because stranger danger, but who are you going to scream for–who’s going to save you? your parents?

“...it’s late. you should be home with your parents.”

his voice filters its way in, only just slipping past the returning haze and keeping you grounded. you really don’t need the whole i’ll walk you home shit, especially from some guy who has no idea what’s going on at home, so you just shake your head, curl up a little more, and wave him off.

“you’re one to talk.”, you say, and you swear you hear him laugh over the sound of rain falling on the gravel. then, you hear his footsteps—though you’re unsure to where they’re going—, and something in you aches at the thought of being left alone because you’re pretty sure this is the first time someone has seen you cry past the age of, what, ten? you can’t remember the last time a grown man spoke to you so kindly in the qz.

he probably has his own kids, you have to remind yourself, lest your mind wander and your body move without your consent. he doesn’t have time for some rando like me. 

then, someone grunting beneath the effort of a rather arduous task, the subtle rip of weeds out of their stems beneath someone else’s weight, a faint jangle of goods from inside someone’s bag, sounds right next to you and shit, said grown man has taken time out of his day to sit next to you after realizing you’re not doing so hot. you thought you were done crying, but more tears spring to your eyes and roll hot and heavy down your cheeks, eyes opening solely to blink them out.

he’s quiet, this stranger, staring off into space after putting at least a foot’s amount of space between you two. his hands are folded clumsily in his lap, legs crossed similar to how fedra’s kindergarten teachers teach younger kids to sit. some of the blood is crusting on his face, and some of it, you realize, observing him out of the corner of your eye, is his. there are open wounds on his face, god knows where else, and instead of going to get those treated, this grown-ass man is sitting next to someone as they just about finish bawling their eyes out. 

the idea is just too much for you to understand. why? you think, why is he—

“name’s joel.” he mutters, looking at you with the same gaze as those fathers peer upon their children in those childish storybooks, speaking to you in the same tone a father speaks to their little kid, sat across the dinner table. 

you feel your shoulders shake under the force of another sob, curling in on yourself in the same way you had been the past hour or so, out here in the dark on your own even though you’re just barely an adult trying to get by in one piece. you give him your name through the tremors, and this old man, joel, gets comfortable in his spot against this crusty, falling-apart, poorly-painted brick wall on the fucking floor, just so he can be with you as you cry.

your cries are a little louder, now. 

this time at least you’re not alone.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Fiore Pericoloso (Dangerous Flower) Chapter 5

"You're Going To Be Good For Him."

AN: Anddd we're back! 🥰

Part 4

Dangerous Flower Series Masterlist

Alani's father's assistants had been moving her belongings to Jack's house for the past week and this would actually be her first time seeing it. It was literally only about twenty minutes away from where her house was that she resided in with her dad and aunt and she was happy to still be close to them. She had to admit that if she thought her house was huge, this was top tier and even bigger if that was possible and was almost afraid that she would get lost in there. But the bottom line is that she would just have to get used to it.

Alani was simply there standing in the middle of the foyer in her wedding dress that she was definitely ready to get out of and taking in all the sights around her seeing as this was a new environment. There was a picture that hung above the staircase that had Jack's parents as well as himself and Clay. There was no denying that they were brothers since they looked a lot alike and Jack was his mother's twin.  Alani remembered seeing Jack's father around when he would come to the house to speak to her dad and they were always cordial with one another. That was before she even knew that the contract existed.  

"I'll give you the tour and let you get settled. I want you to be comfortable here and don't be afraid to ask me for anything that you need. No matter how big or small. I hope the closet is big enough for you but if not you can put your clothes in mine too." Jack responded while Alani nodded and quietly began to follow him.

Once upstairs Jack showed her where his room was that was at the end of the hallway. It was huge and had its own living room and Alani had quickly made it up in her mind that if her room looked like that she would never want to leave. Jack then led the two of them in the direction of one of the many guest rooms that Alani assumed that she would be staying in for the time being. Once she walked in, she was completely in awe and noticed that some of her things were already decorating the room which she assumed had been done throughout the week anticipating her arrival to her new home. 

"I figured you would want your own space for now and this room isn't too far from mine. So anytime you need me just come and get me. If I'm not up here, I'm probably in my office downstairs."

"I appreciate that." She quietly said while giving him a small smile. 

Jack simply nodded before starting to make his way out the door, but she stopped him.

"One thing though,"

"Yeah, what is it?"

"Can you help me out of my dress? I can't quite reach the zipper." Alani quietly asked since she now began to feel as if her circulation was beginning to cut off. The dress was gorgeous, but it would look better right now if it was hanging up in the closet.

She could see where his cheeks turned a light shade of pink before turning around and silently laughing to herself. Once she had her back to him, he moved her hair out of the way so he could proceed to help her get out of the dress.

He had a gentle touch about him almost as if he was scared that he was going to break her as she felt his fingertips glide along her skin.

"Thank you."

"No problem. I'll probably be gone by the time you wake up but Bianca should be here. She's our maid and she comes three times a week. It's been a long day so get some sleep. Come get me if you need me. Doesn't matter what time it is."

"Okay, will do."

Once Jack lightly closed the door, Alani proceeded to let the dress pool at her feet and quickly stepped out of it in order to be able to place it on a hanger and make her way to the closet. She noticed that a lot of her clothes had already been put away and folded in the tall dresser which she was thankful for, but there was still a lot more to be put away. Which she could worry about in the days to come, but for now all she wanted to do was lay down and rest her eyes. In the second drawer of the tall dresser, she found a pink set of pajamas that she quickly put on while placing her hair into multiple braids and placing a bonnet over them to keep her hair protected.  

Once she felt settled, she simply made her way to the side of the bed that was facing the large floor-length window and proceeded to play with the wedding ring that now decorated her finger on her left hand.

Now she had no choice but to adapt to her role of being a wife as scary as the thought may have seemed to her.

Everyone around her kept telling her that this would be a good thing, but in the back of her mind she wasn't so sure. She knew that Jack would always protect her, but she necessarily couldn't say the same for everyone else within the world that she was in. 

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Alani woke up with a start to the smell of bacon and her stomach immediately groaned. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, she saw that the time was 10:24 in the morning. She usually never slept in this long and definitely hadn't meant to do it today either. However, it's not like she had anything extravagant planned for today anyway.

After doing her morning routine and slipping on a pair of black joggers along with a white crop top, she made her way down the long winding staircase towards the kitchen following the smell of bacon to be met with who she assumed was Bianca.

"Good morning Mrs. Harlow. I'm Bianca but you can call me Mama B. I was just about to come and check on you."

"Good morning, it's very nice to meet you." Alani quietly answered taking in the woman's appearance. 

Mama B was probably in her 50's and she had the most brightest and welcoming smile. Her warm inviting nature almost reminded Alani of her mother and grandmother. 

"Likewise. Have a seat, the food is almost done."

"Okay."

Alani simply slipped into one of the chairs at the island that was in the middle of the kitchen and Bianca or Mama B rather placed a glass of orange juice in front of her.

"I'm making my Mama B special for you. It's Mr. Harlow's favorite and he said that you might like it. Do you have any allergies I should know about?"

"Okay I'm excited to try it and no allergies. I will literally eat anything that you put in front of me." She said while laughing. 

"It's stuffed French toast with fresh strawberries and bananas, scrambled eggs, and bacon."

That sounded amazing to her and it reminded Alani of Di's cooking. She was always trying to add more food to her plate even though she couldn't bare take another bite despite how good it was.

"Eat up while I tidy up upstairs. Let me know if you need anything."

"I appreciate that." She replied while diving into the French toast.

As she was eating, Alani decided to send a text to Cat to check on her and see what she was up to

Alani- I'm bored Cat

Cat- Yall ain't fuck yet?

Alani- CAT. ER. INA.

Cat- I'm just teasing you lol what's going on?

Alani- Not much. The maid Bianca is really nice and can cook unlike you.

Cat- No Cat slander will be tolerated this early in the morning 😤

Alani- Anyway what do you have planned for today?

Cat- I'll be in stupid ass meetings all day just like your husband so I can't even try and run away

Alani- Boooo. It's fucking Saturday like how are you both going to be busy and leave me to fend for myself?

Cat- I know 🙄

Alani- Well, I'll find something to keep me occupied

Cat- Yeah, doing your new husband should keep you busy for awhile

Alani- Bye. I cannot stand your ass sometimes.

Cat- Hehe byeee I'll call you later

Once Alani had finished eating, she began to clean up her mess when Bianca came up near her and took over. 

"You sit and let me do that."

"I really don't mind." She was bored so at this point, washing dishes seemed entertaining to her. Anything to make the time go by faster.

"Mrs. Harlow.."

"Alani, please. No need to call me Mrs. Harlow."

"As you wish, Alani. But it's what I'm here to do so you don't have to worry yourself. But, you can keep me company if you want."

Alani simply nodded and took a seat back at the island.

"So, have you always worked with the Harlow's?" She asked wanting to learn more about Bianca. 

"Yes, from the time Jack and Clay were born. As they've gotten older, they don't need me as much anymore, but they know I'll always been there for them. Jack and Clay know that they're my babies as much as they are Maggie and Brian's."

"That's so nice that they have you and I know that they appreciate it."

"And now you're included too. I was excited when I found out Jack was to be married. He needs someone especially now."

"What do you mean?" Alani curiously asked not understanding what she was getting at. 

Bianca suddenly sighed before wiping off the counter and coming to sit next to her.

"Jack never wanted this life and I could see him day in and day out with how miserable it was making him as he would help his father. He was getting ready to leave and he wanted to move to Atlanta with a few friends and suddenly his father passed unexpectedly. I know that it hurt Jack but it hurt more to know that now all of this was on his shoulders and he really didn't have a say in the matter. Clay walked around in a daze for awhile, but not Jack. He was just focused on doing what he needed to do. Sure enough, Clay is starting to come around."

"I guess to block it all out, I can't imagine how difficult that is to process everything. It hasn't even been a year yet."

"That's why I feel that you're going to be good for him. He needs a good influence in his life and someone to really be in his corner. Yes, he has his friends and his team but ever since I knew that you would be the one to marry him and having heard such good things, I knew my oldest baby would be okay."

It warmed Alani's heart to hear her say that.

She could admit that she didn't really take into account how this would effect him even a little bit. All she had been doing for the past few weeks was crying her eyes out but underneath it all, Alani really wanted to know what had been going through Jack's mind and if he would ever be willing to open up about it. This was just as hard on him as it was on her. If not more so for him since he literally had to keep everything up and running and make sure nothing fell through the cracks.

"That makes me feel good to hear you say."

"And if it makes you feel any better, Jack is scared shitless about this marriage too but I reassured him. You have to both give 100 percent in order to make this work. Just because it's an arrangement doesn't mean you have to be miserable for the rest of your lives."

"He mentioned something similar to me so I take it that he got it from you." She replied while laughing.

"Well, Mama B knows best. Now I'm off to the grocery store since it's Saturday and I need to restock. Anything in particular you like or want?"

"Oreos, lemon is my favorite and sparkling water."

"I'll add it to my list. Be back soon."

"Okay, sounds good."

Alani watched Mama B grab her purse and make her way out the door and she simply sighed.

Left alone once again.

But she give her a lot to think about concerning Jack. Her goal was now to simply do her best with supporting him and trying to take her place in all this. At this point the only thing that Alani could do is to take it one step at a time.

--- It was nearing 6 pm and Mama B had left a few hours ago once she had gone shopping. Alani was laying on the couch catching up on Euphoria when she suddenly heard the front door open. She turned to be met with Urban who gave her a small smile before coming to sit on the couch across from her.

"Hey, Jack asked me to come check on you and see if you needed anything. He's still not finished yet."

"Hey, I don't need anything. At least I don't think so."

"Well, did you eat yet? I can go pick up something for you."

Alani simply sighed while suddenly being interested in the fluffy socks she was wearing.

"I ate earlier but I don't have much of an appetite."

There was a few seconds of silence before Urban broke it once more.

"It won't be like this forever, it's just the threats are coming in left and right and he's just trying to keep you safe."

"I get it. Comes with the territory, I guess."

"Well yes and no. It really didn't get bad until recently. That's why he just about lost his shit when he found out where you were that night. Even if he does own it, he doesn't put anything past them."

"But why now? I don't get it."

"Long story short Jack's father had a lot of allies but he also had a lot of enemies. When he passed and it seemed everything happened at once and there were a lot of people coming for Jack and in a way they still are, now they're focusing on you. They know the best way to hurt him is to hurt you first."

She didn't even know how to respond to that.

"Don't worry about it. I know it's easier said than done but none of us would let anything happen to you."

"I know I just... feel like a burden in a sense. And I don't want anyone getting hurt on the account of me. I'm nothing special."

"To Jack you are special and no where near being a burden. He has been keeping a closer eye on you ever since his dad passed knowing that he was now in charge and all the energy they were using against his dad was now shifted to him."

"Because he really doesn't have a choice."

"In a sense he kind of did and do not tell him I told you this but contract or no contract he would have wanted you anyway."

Alani's head immediately snapped up and she stared at Urban in disbelief.

"Do NOT repeat that."

"Secret is safe with me. Won't leave this room."

"Put some shoes on because I'm tired of your sad puppy dog eyes."

"Where are we going?" Alani was all for getting out the house even if they were only going down the street.

"I know girls eat ice cream when they're upset so..."

"I like frozen yogurt better." Alani responded while getting up from the couch to head upstairs to get her shoes.

"Then frozen yogurt it is."

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