#last night i hyperventilated so bad i almost passed out

[an-absolute-trainwreck]

*so riddled with anxiety and stress it’s starting to take a toll* i thimk. i have couvif.

[itsnevercasual]

Sweet Creature

harry styles masterlist

pairing: kinda dark!harry styles x reader

summary: harry’s mother finds a girl on the side of the street one day while harry’s away. he hears about her for months, until he finally decides to see for himself. expecting her to be an undercover rat, he is surprised to find a girl more similar to a deer in headlights.

warning: kinda dark harry kinda alludes to him doing illegal, mafia type stuff but it isn’t specified. third person writing instead of second, READER DOESN’T USE HER REAL NAME!!! she will eventually just not yet.

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harry had been hearing about some girl non-stop. by who, you may ask?

his mother.

his sweet, kind mother somehow found a girl who was living on the streets, took her in (gave her his room!), and is obsessed with her.

“oh, harry, she’s just the sweetest! gemma says she’s like a kicked puppy, but she’s just so sweet. this morning, i woke up, and she’d cleaned the whole house! and i asked her why, because i obviously didn’t tell her to, and she said she figured she should. you’d love her. proper sweetheart.”

and honestly, it was sweet. he probably would like her if he wasn’t the way he is. because the way he is, he thinks it’s a trap. he thinks she was never really living on the streets, and it’s a ploy. someone found his family and is trying to ruin it.

but, of course, he’d never let his mother know of the way he actually is and thinks, or what he does for a living.

“she sounds lovely, mum. what did you say her name was?”

“she says it’s belle. she’s always singing some french song. i think she lived in france before she got here.. i’m not sure. she isn’t very talkative.”

“she got an accent?”

“a little bit of everything, hazza. when will you come visit? i think you have to be the one to tell her that your room is hers now. she keeps saying ‘harry’s room’ and ‘your son’s room’. i feel horrible!”

“she’s probably just weary mum. if she was on the streets before, she probably just doesn’t want to jinx it.”

“you’re right.. gosh, she won’t even let gemma and i buy her things. she just borrows gemma’s clothes and apologizes a bunch for it. i’m not sure what to do.”

“i’ll come visit soon.”

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and he did. a surprise visit in the middle of the night, because he was convinced he’s find this belle girl doing shady things .

except when he snuck in the front door, the house was quiet.

alright, he supposes, she’s stealthy.

so he goes upstairs and quietly opens his bedroom door.

and that’s when it’s a little louder. a girl is twisted and turning and mumbling in her sleep on his bed.

all she is saying, from what he can hear, is no. no, no, no, no, no. please, no.

and he feels a little bad, so he walks over to tap her. when that doesn’t work, he shakes her.

her eyes snap open and she has probably the worst reaction possible in this situation.

she fucking screams. like a goddamn banshee.

and sure, it lasts for maybe five seconds, probably four, but she definitely woke his mother up. and it’s so loud, he backs up to the doorway.

gemma was probably still passed out. she would sleep through the world ending.

“hey! it’s just me, calm down!”

she squinted at him through the darkness before yanking the chain on the lamp, turning it on.

he could hear her practically hyperventilating from the doorway.

she let out a sigh of relief when she recognized him from the photos in the living room.

“you really are jumpy, huh?���

“i woke up to a random man hovering over me,” she deadpans.

he almost laughs.

“it’s my room.”

and it’s like a fucking switch. her breaths are staggered and labored, but she still rushes out a whole ass monologue. kicked puppy, indeed.

“oh, my god. i am so sorry. i forgot. i can— i can take the couch— you probably want to sleep in your bed. i’m sorry, anne didn’t say you were coming by or else i would’ve cleaned up—“

the room is spotless, probably cleaner than when he stays in it, but harry doesn’t say that.

“i’ll just.. grab my blanket and stuff and go to the couch. i’m so sorry, i didn’t know—“

“relax,” he finally says. “i knew you’d be in here. i was just.. grabbing a pillow. didn’t realize mum was serious about you being jumpy.”

“oh.. uh.. are you sure? i can take the couch—“

“belle— belle, right?” she nods. “go back to bed. i have slept on plenty of couches. i will survive.”

“i feel bad.”

“well, don’t.”

he should feel bad. she is very clearly not dangerous unless she is a phenomenal actress.

“you’re not mad, are you? because i can sleep on the couch—“

“jesus, are y’gonna cry?”

“i can’t help it! i’m sorry!—“

“what on earth is going on— harry! what did you do!” anne asked as she rushed through the doorway, moving to sit next to belle.

“i didn’t do anything!” he defends.

“he didn’t do anything, anne,” she repeats. “just.. frightened me, is all.”

anne gives her a look before pulling her into a hug, and she just flips another switch and instead of watering eyes, she sobs.

who the hell is her acting coach? maybe he could take a few lessons.

“h, go get her a cuppa.. and there’s those baby yogurt melts in the cupboard.”

he doesn’t comment on the fact that belle is at the very least 19, and probably shouldn’t be eating baby food.

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the next morning, belle made her way downstairs quietly. she was surprised to see harry making a cup of tea this early, but she didn’t say anything, not wanting to disturb his peace.

she adjusted her earbuds in her ear (anne offered to buy her better ones, airpods or something, but she was fine with her earbuds, even if the wire was a pain in the ass), so they didn’t fall out as she walked.

once she made it into the kitchen, she walked into the pantry, grabbing some random granola bar.

when she turned, she jumped. harry was right behind her. well, in front of her now.

“sorry,” she mumbled, moving out of his way.

he muttered something she didn’t understand.

“um.. sorry about.. last night. i’m kind of jumpy.”

“i noticed.”

he was very short. he didn’t seem to like her much.

“you can.. uh.. take your.. room back.. if you want.”

“it’s yours. i’m fine.”

“are you—“

“i’m sure.”

rude. why was he so rude? what had she done to him? well, besides scream at him, but in her defense, he was just hovering over her! that’s weird!

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harry still didn’t trust her after a week of being there. she kept to herself for the most part, although he was pretty sure he heard her and gemma giggling in the middle of the night.

he just couldn’t figure out who sent her. why she was here.

his mother explained her freakout when he showed up eventually.

“you gotta be careful with her, h. she’s like.. a bunny, in a way. if you aren’t careful in how you approach her and speak to her, she bolts. first day she was here, i asked her what happened, because she had this horrible cut on her cheek. locked herself in your room for a week. i think whatever put her on the streets is a sensitive topic, and was difficult for her.”

“i jus’ dunno if i trust her, mum.”

“well, i do. she’s sweet, she just needs to warm up to you. she warmed up to me and gemma after about a week or two.. and she’s been more jumpy when gem brings michael around. so.. she might just need a minute.”

“the whole thing just seems.. shady.”

“she’ll tell us when she’s ready. and until then, you’ll make her feel welcomed. speaking of, i’m gonna go wash her clothes. poor girl won’t let us buy her anything. she just has these same clothes she had and a few things gemma convinced her to use.”

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a/n: little thing i wrote on a plane, part 2 soon-ish maybe

[speedycoffeedelight]

An Animalistic Disaster

CH-26: A heavenly scandal

Masterlist

Summery :Where an expected past of Vaggie is revealed and king of hell despairs for absence of his daughter.

A.n: Holy shit guys I'm so so sorry I forgot about Vox in the last chapter:') writing about all these characters together is a pretty big challenge. I only noticed after you guys pointed it out. That's one of the reasons I don't want to add too many characters here, cause it's hard to write for all of em🥲

Also Luci won to be a love interest! You can check in wattpad, ao3 and Tumblr!

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Vox rarely feels this ecstatic as he does now.

Staying with you and the others might have been the best choice he had ever made. Sure it annoyed and bothered him to no end trying to endure all these pesky nobody's ordering him around. He didn't care for them and neither did they. He was staying there cause he had no other place to go. But he was biding his time till he could show his middle finger to you all and go build up his place with the other members of the V's.

But oh boy does he feel giddy like a little child now. During the last whole episode, he made sure to stay far away from the group. Whenever he tried to get closer, he didn't miss the way others gave him nasty glares. So he did the next best thing and watched from a distance and concealed his presence as much as possible. He didn't have power here. He couldn't act out.

This episode was absolutely fucking amazing. Alastor? That..that guy's in a fucking leash?? Hahahaha ohh that's fucking hilarious!! While chaos was unfurling amongst others, he was hyperventilating in a corner. He might have gotten a little too excited at the news as he felt the insides of his pants stiffen. Ahh,he can't watch like this..

He excused himself to the bathroom to calm down while no one was looking. He washed the drool on his face that was falling without him knowing. When he looked at the mirror, he saw a crazed look expression. He laughed again. Ah, he could get used to this feeling....

He soon returned to the room just before you started the episode again. His gaze locked onto the fluffy brown ears on Alastor's head while grinning to himself. It seemed like Alastor knew what was going on as his ears twitched. Vox wondered for a moment how he felt right now..to have his ultimate secret revealed in front of all the others..ahh..he almost wished he had the TV face again just so he could record his expressions and watch it over and over again.

The rest of the episodes ended soon enough. He thought the king of the hell, Lucifer as a bore. Honestly, he expected better. But guess he shouldn't have raised his expectations seeing how his daughter turned out to be. Finally it was time for the next episode.

Charlie was freaking out trying to pack everything even though she was only going to heaven for a few hours.

' The thing with the...thing, um, fuck, gah, I'm such a bad liar. '

You briefly wondered for a moment why was it that Vaggie was so reluctant to go to heaven. A small thought passed in your head of all the theories you saw that said Vaggie might have been an ex-exterminator. You wondered if that was true.

' Val had me working 16 hours straight on a fucking whim. '

Holy 16 fucking hours?? God damn.. how's he still walking?

Suddenly a wall of the hotel exploded with glitters.

' What up you hoes! '

' Ho-holy shit, Cherri bomb? Long time no see, baby! '

" Fucking finally I'm in a scene! Haha, did ya see that (Y/n)? " Cherri turned to you pointing at the screen. You were equally as excited seeing her, if not more. You thought the show had forgotten her.

Cherri handed Charlie a live bomb laughing. Vaggie quickly took the bomb from a panicking Charlie and threw it outside.

' Come in, what you really need is a recharge. A reinvigoration, a re...'

' Responsible night on the town! '

Cherri was trying to get Angel to go out to have fun when Charlie butted in and introduced herself to Cherri. Charlie suddenly decided Cherri and Angel would be taking everyone out today to have fun. Cherri beside you looked at the screen with 'WTF' face. She never agreed to this shit.

' Wait I am only here for Ang...ooh! Never mind. Let's go! '

Cherri was about to deny but stopped when Charlie gave her a big bundle of cash. Cherri smirked beside you. " Now we're talking ~"

Charlie gave Cherri the duty to look after everyone and just...threw Vaggie..into the portal to heaven. Girl could have been more gentle, damn.

Pentious spit out his drink seeing Cherri suddenly. He was about to challenge Cherri to a battle but she told her she's just here to go out with them.

' What? What do I do? What do I wear? '

' Don't fucking touch me, you managed dickhead! '

Ohhh~ was that a blush you saw? Or was it cause of the pain. It was surely a blush right? Does our snakey boy here have a crush on his 'Arch-nemesis'? You smell a new ship incoming.

Charlie and Vaggie finally arrived at heaven. Charlie was excited as fuck and Vaggie not so much.

' Hiya! Welcome to heaven.'

Okay...who was this spoon looking dude again? Ah right, saint Peter. Why does he look like that!

' Saint Peter, we can take it from here '

Angel's true forms are rather scary. Yikes. Two angels named Sera and Emily landed in front of them. Emily seemed to excited and happy. Kinda reminded you of Charlie. While Sera was composed.

' Dearly beloved, it is my pleasure to say unto thee

Welcome to heaven, Oh-oh '

A new song! Cool! This should be fun.

' Cause here we got no worries, got no burglaries, no strife

It's the perfect afterlife

Welcome to heaven Oh-oh '

" Is that Molly??" You quickly shouted pausing the screen. Angel quickly whipped his head around. Molly..? His sister? Angel leaned to the screen quickly taking a good look.

" T-that's Molly right..tell me I'm not crazy.." Angel finally leaned back with a conflicted yet happy smile. " So she went to heaven, thank fuck." You smiled at him. He must be a really caring brother.

' The spirits leaven, oh~ '

" That guy just moaned " Husk commented nonchalantly making some of you lose your shits laughing. You were all thinking it even though none of you said it. Charlie blushed and spread her hands. " Guys, guys! Focus, it's just the song!"

" Yeah, he must be a real freak to moan in song like that ~" Vox replied with a smirk. Charlie huffed looking at him. You quickly resumed the episode again before a fight broke out.

' And everyone is hot! '

" Yeah, that guy's a freak alright "

" Angel!"

Emily started singing later. You were just glad you didn't have to hear that guys moa-singing again.

' After you see our realm

You'll never want to go back down '

Emily held Charlie's hand and Vaggie was not pleased. You looked at Vaggie who was making the exact same face. Vaggie had many curse words going in her mind now. You thought it was best to not bother her.

The song ended while Charlie, Vaggie and Emily passing Adam and Lute. Oh this couldn't be good...

' Better then waiting for the fucking extermination '

' Shhhh'

Okay, that was hot. Lute might be a dick, but that was hot. The way she pulled him down, you wouldn't be surprised if she pegged him. Though you felt like Adam was too hot headed for that. But who knows what goes inside the bedroom.

' No one but the exorcists can know about exterminations '

" Wait, fucking what?!"

Charlie almost exploded beside you. " No one in heaven knows about this?? They kill hundreds, thousands of us every fucking year and no one has a clue??" She stood up angrily. Even Husk, vox and others seems angry, confused and conflicted. " It seems heaven is playing a cruel joke on us my dear..." Alastor spoke with his brows furrowed.

" So none of the people above know how shitty the situation is hell? None but those monsters? This is just great" Angel rolled his eyes. " Heaven is just as fucked up as hell is... you're better of putting down this hotel Charlie....if this is the the heaven we're talking about..I don't think I wanna go there." Husk grumbled.

" Now now guys, calm down.... let's see this through first okay?" You held Charlie's hand and made her sit down again.

Sera and Adam talked later how he needed to keep things from getting worse. Charlie felt bit sad when Sera called her misguided, but guess she shouldn't have hoped for much.

Charlie was excited as fuck about heaven in the cartoon. The real Charlie...not so much. Charlie went out to go to a zoo with Emily but Vaggie stayed inside to rest. But then there was a knock. And it was Adam.

' Hey there Vag-asauras! '

Panic was rushing through Vaggie's mind beside Charlie right now. She bit her lips anxiously as she watched the scene unfold. This was going just was she feared. They going to reveal it aren't they? She wanted to run away, stop this from showing any how she could. But that would be too suspicious.

' Do you really think I wouldn't recognize one of my top girls just cause you're out of uniform? '

What....the fuck...

' You were on the front lines. I wouldn't forget a bad bitch like you. '

Time seemed slow down for the second time now. But now, it was for Vaggie instead of Alastor. Almost everyone of the hotel has a shocked or mortified expression including you. Vox whistled. Alastor has a large grin on his face. So this was the real Vaggie.

You knew it! All those theories were true! But....you just didn't expect them to reveal a large secret like this so soon. You thought it would come in season 2 or 3 like that.

Charlie whipped her head towards Vaggie, looking mortified. Vaggie put her hands up. " Charlie... listen I can explain..."

" Explain what Vaggie?? We've been together all this time and you've been hiding something like this from me?!"

You never saw Charlie this angry from the time you got to know her. By now, you knew fully well what you had to do. You wrapped your hands around Charlie. Charlie had a tear running down her face. Anger, shock, betrayal was evident in her eyes. How could she do this to me? Was I not trustworthy enough?

Angel and Husk had disappointed look on their faces. Even Niffty looked a bit sad. To think the person they entrusted their life to protect was one of the person that used to kill them. They didn't expect something like that.

You hugged Charlie close to you.

' Go, run. Now! '

"Vaggie.. you tried to save a little boy..? That's why you were cast down?" Charlie looked at her as Vaggie looked down shamefully. Reliving the memories of that day. And that giant X on her eye..the one that she lost was because of Lute.

Lute tore off her wings as well and Adam took her halo, leaving her to rot in hell. But Charlie found her right after.

' Their love is vile and blasphemous '

' Hot as fuck though '

Adam eww. Well you knew it was hot but listening it from him had a different meaning.

' But I wonder what your bitch would think if she found out you are actually one of us '

Vaggie groaned beside you resting her hand on her forehead. They were somehow able to calm the scenario somehow here in the real world, but she felt bad for how her cartoon self would deal with this situation. Knowing how things have been so far it will certainly be messy.

Charlie and Vaggie were in court then later. Charlie groaned seeing Adam in the court.

' Angel dust ! '

' Oh, yeah. The porn demon. '

Ayo? " Hold on, how does Adam know Angel dust??" You pointed out. Angel smirked beside you. " Damn, didn't know I was popular in heaven too heh"

Charlie asked Adam how can one go to heaven. Adam just made up random shit at the moment. Act selfless, don't steal, stick it to the man.

Charlie told them Angel was doing all three things and Adam just summoned some kinda orb to spy on him. Instantly almost everyone knew how much of a bad idea this could be. You were reminded of the pilot episodes interview where Angel embarrassed Charlie. God, you hoped it won't be like that.

It showed Angel and others in the party.

' I'll admit 'consent' is a good name for a sex club. '

You had to snicker at that. Yeah, it was a good name.

Niffty was still cleaning inside the club. Pentious reminded her it was not the hotel and she didn't have to clean.

' Ms. Bomb. I-i-i'd like to buy you a drink.'

' Why? Didn't you say we're arch-rivals? '

' Um...uh..because I'm buying everyone a drink! '

Poor snake. He was crushing so hard after Cherri that it was endearing. It seemed to click onto almost everyone head by then. Pentious looked away bashfully.

Cherri offered Angel some drugs to forget all his day. You bit your lips, hoping Angel would decline and not make Charlie embarrassed. Lucky for you, Husk seemed to come in clutch.

' I just....I just thought you were better then that. '

' Come on Angie, let's get fucked up! It's been too long. '

" Cherri, you're a bad influence..." Charlie looked at her pouting. " I told you in the show for a responsible night out and this!" She pointed at the screen. " Is not responsible!"

Charlie seemed to be still hot headed a bit from earlier circumstances. You patted her back and tried to comfort her. " It's hell, princess, get used to it. Besides we do this shit all the time."

" That's not-"

Vaggie tried to talk with her to calm her down but she just looked away and made you sat between them. Vaggie looked down almost hurt from the gesture. Seems like she still wasn't ready to talk with her. They both looked in pain. It was hurt to watch.

' Cherri I bought you a shot. B-because I bought everyone another shot! Hooray! '

" This loser's into that chick huh? You really think she's gonna give you a shot?" Vox cocky voice flowed from behind you guys. Pentious hid his face behind his hair blushing with embarrassment. " Oh come on, there's no way that snake bastard's into me! Are ya...?" She seemed a bit uncertain when her gaze fall over Pentious.

It was clear as water he was into her. But you didn't want to make things more awkward for the poor boy so you resumed the episode, making everyone pay attention there.

' The porn star chose a night of debauchery. '

Noooo, Angel! He agreed to take drugs and everyone saw! Why?? You got to see them again in the club. Angel took away Niffty's drink seeing she had too much. That was adorable of them .

Niffty kept running around causing trouble and Angel ran after her. Niffty went to the closet.

' Look she ain't used to this scene. I just don't want her to end up in the gutter like I used to. '

Awwww, Angel...that was so sweet..it was nice to see this side of him. But the Angel scolded her and she started crying. You squeezed Niffty on your lap.

' It's fine....ssshhh, hey, you wanna play with the kitty? '

" He doesn't mean me right?" Husk answer. " Cause I swear to fuck if he is-"

Husk was indeed the kitty. Niffty played with Husk as he submitted to his fate. " Aww, it's almost like you're her parents..." Charlie whispered. Angel and Husk immediately blushed at the thought.

' So, I was thinking, maybe you'd want to, uhm...do....a sex with me?'

You sequeled. You fucking squealed. " Let's go Pentious!" You were so proud of your boy right now. But soon quickly covered your mouth noticing everyone's eyes on you. " Oops..."

' Because I'm having sex with everyone here! '

Pentious nooo. What're you saying? He got dragged into a most probably orgy with a group of demons. You wiped a imaginary tear. At least you tried Pentious. At least you tried.

Apparently Valentino was inside the club as well. Just when they were about to walk away, they found Niffty gone and running towards Val. You already knew this was going to be bad...

' You're bringing me fresh meat?..oi!'

You wished Niffty actually tore his finger away.

' I said fuck off! I may have to put up with your bullshit but you ain't fucking with any of my friends. '

You felt like a proud mom. God this was so sweet. Ahhh...he cares so much for his friends! Charlie and you were on the same wavelength.

' Way to go kid '

Even Husk was proud of him. As soon as it ended you jumped up to hug him. Charlie and some others did too. Angel flashed a embarrassed smile. " Okay okay, let's start the show now."

' Ow! What the fuck!?'

'For my collection. Hehe'

" Hell ya Niffty! Way to go!" You squeezed her cheeks . He deserved that and many more. Seems like Niffty would be a good match for Valentino. Even he can't handle her. Alastor gave a thumbs up. He had about enough of that disgusting overlord as well. Pentious lost the chance to fuck Cherri by a few seconds.

' See! He did everything on your checklist! '

She was right, Sera

She showed us a soul can improve '

Ohh, another song! Cool ! And it seems like Emily was talking for Charlie. She was a nice character.

' It's not fair, Sera '

Charlie was getting angry now. Honestly it's deserved after the bullshit that was revealed just now. Vaggie tried to calm her down but she didn't want to listen. She kept arguing with Sera. You hoped after this, maybe all of heaven would finally see the hypocrisy they're going through.

' He blew his shit like the cocks in his mouth

This discussion is senseless and petty '

Motherfucker. What she did was hot but still. And you wanted to slap Adam for what he was doing. Most of the crew had a furious look on their faces now. Like they were present in that court themselves.

' Gotta say, I can't wait to....'

' Adam...'

Oh he was about to say it wasn't he?

' Come down and exterminate you! '

Yep, and there it is. You can't wait to see the chaos it would ensure.

' Wait! '

' Shit '

' What are you saying? Let me get this straight.

You go down there and kill those poor

souls? '

' You didn't know? '

" Fucking finally" Angel cheered. " Oh this is going to be good. Tell em Charlie!"

Emily had a heartbroken expression. She didn't want to believe they were this cruel. Poor Emily you thought.

' I wanted to save you the anguish it takes to

Do what was required '

The flaming fire in her eyes truly showed the for the evil that she was despite her kind gesture. Husk tsked beside you. You were happy Emily didn't take her bullshit and said she, an adult, didn't need protecting like a child. You were liking Emily more and more.

' Was talking of virtue just pretension?

Was I too naive to expect you

 

  To heed the morals your purveying? '

' That's what the fuck I've been saying!'

Heaven's full hypocrisy and two faced nature was revealed. There's no way this wouldn't shake heaven after this right? Charlie and Emily were almost like counterparts of each other as they started singing together. They had so much in common.

' The rules are shades of gray

Heaven's full hypocrisy and two faced nature was revealed. There's no way this wouldn't shake heaven after this right? Charlie and Emily were almost like counterparts of each other as they started singing together. They had so much in common.

When you don't do as you say

When you make the wretched suffer

Just to kill them again '

Those lines hit hard. The lore continues. You were fully invested.

' Did you ever think your little girlfriend might be a liar? '

' Don't, Adam, please! '

' What's the fuss?

Why hide the fact that you're an Angel

Just like us '

Charlie looked down sadly at the scene already knowing it by now. And Vaggie looked guilty. Sera took the angel's side and said there was no evidence of souls getting redeemed even after all that they saw.

' Because we're coming to your hotel first'

So there's going to be a heaven Vs hell battle in this season? You thought that would be like an end battle of the show of something after everything was done. The show is moving a lot faster then you expected.

Sera scolded Adam for his misspoke and Adam apologised and flew away. So that man could apologise, hmph. You wanted to slap this guy's face so bad.

' Please if you start to question, you could end up like Lucifer. Fallen.'

So just for that they had to accept whatever that was thrown at them? The audacity.

The episode ended like that. It was a tension filled episode...every seemed to visibly relax when they realized there was nothing else to watch, nothing else to discover about others. Charlie stood up before any of you could say anything. " I need a few moments...(Y/n), would you please come with me?"

Your eyes darted back and forth from Vaggie to Charlie. Vaggie hugged herself close and patted your back. "Go" she whispered. You nodded looking at Charlie as you stood up as well. Before following Charlie outside, you placed a hand on Angel's shoulder. " Look after Husk alright? Make sure Alastor doesn't lay a hand on him." Angel nodded with a grim expression, understanding the current situation they were in.

Charlie stood in the balcony with wind blowing through her long blond hair. Her ears were pulled back to her hair. You closed the door behind you as you slowly walked closer. Soft bristling sounds of wind alongside the faint chirps of crickets filled the air. But along with it, there was another new sound, soft sniffing sounds from Charlie.

You stood beside her leaning on the railing and softly patted her back, not knowing what else to do. She suddenly engulfed you into a hug and buried her face in the crook of your neck, full on crying now. You were bewildered for a bit before you wrapped your arms around her as well and rubbed soothing circles.

" I.....*sniff* I just can't believe..that..that she'd lie to me like this....(Y/n)... We've been together for years!*sniff* " you stayed quiet and let her vent for now so she could get everything out. Just like how you used to treat Melody.

" I know, I know Charlie... you're hurt aren't you?" Charlie nodded a bit. She was indeed hurt. She couldn't fathom how Vaggie could keep something like this secret from her. Did she not trust her in all these times they were together? Even though she always shared and told everything to her. She tried to search in the back of her head. Has she ever done anything to make her feel like she couldn't trust her?

When Charlie's words died down, you took it as a que to start talking now. " Charlie, have you ever thought she might have been just..I don't know, scared? To tell you about this?" Charlie's breath got stuck in her throat as she squeezed you tighter.

" But why?" Her voice came out as a hushed whisper. " I would have accepted her for what she is if she only just told me sooner ..."

" Then won't you accept her as she is now?"

You cupped her face in your hands and wiped away her tears with your thumb. A gust of wind passed by making both of your hairs sway.

" What...?"

" Won't you accept her now? Isn't your hotel all about giving second chances?"

Charlie looked deeper into your eyes. You were right. She couldn't imagine how guilty Vaggie must have felt. She should believe in her more. After all, Vaggie believed in her. She stayed by her side no matter how much others laughed at her or her plans.

" Yes....hah...okay.. I'll do it. I'll talk to her again."

" Atta girl!" You flashed her a big smile and patted her head making her flush. God she was falling even more harder for you now. Her heart was beating like crazy. You looked beautiful, stunningly beautiful under the pale moonlight. It was almost like the whole world was gone except for you. She leaned towards you before she knew what was happening.

It took a few seconds for you to understand what just happened. You placed your hand over your cheek where Charlie kissed you. The warm tingling sensation ran to the very core of your heart as you stood there dumbfounded.

" This is a thank you for what you did for me. I'll go talk to her right now."

Charlie smiled and went inside the cabin before you could say anything. You just stood there clutching the fabric over where your heart would be and blushing like a tomato. ' C'mon! Get a grip girl! She's already taken!' you slapped you cheeks to calm yourself and took a long breath as you went inside.

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[ Meanwhile in hell ]

" WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T FIND HER!?!"

Lucifer's angry voice boomed throughout the room. The sinners and hellborn before him cowered in fear. He was in his devil form. The fire above his head burning brightly. Razzle and dazzle hugged themselves together whimpering a bit.

Lucifer's ears picked up the squeak as his eyes darted towards the two plush like dragons dangerously. " And you two..." In a flash, he was standing in front of them. " I thought your job was to protect my little girl?!"

They both cowered in fear. The once kind Luci had to actively stop himself from striking them. He sucked in a breath and looked at the lot before him.

" You guys are useless! Tell me about where she was last seen and about any unnatural activities that were seen this last month. I'll go find her myself."

" Yes your majesty "

Lucifer straightened his coat while taking deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.

" Charlie Morningstar was last seen working on her new project, the 'Hazbin' formerly known as the 'Happy' hotel. She participated in a ' Redemption ' project in this so called Hazbin hotel.

The man before him turned a page.

" After participating in an interview with Katie, she left for her hotel. We've thoroughly interrogated her and Tom. However there were no leads."

With each words spoken, Lucifer only grumbled. The fear of losing his only daughter took root deep in his heart.

" Hazbin hotel was the last known place to see Charlie go into. As for unusual activities, my men have gathered this information."

The demon pushed a button on a remote as a screen appeared out of nowhere and showed pictures of the V's.

" These three overlord, known as the V's has been reported missing a few days after Charlie was last seen. In addition, there was apparently an old overlord named Alastor who has supposedly been missing for seven years, making an appearance just before the princess was gone. "

The demon pushed another button as it showed pictures of Alastor.

" The hotel seems to have been attacked from one side via something like a cannon or similar. We have tried to get inside but there seems to be some kinda forcefield around the area. We have not been able to get inside to investigate. This concludes my report."

The demon bowed before him as he stood up. Lucifer finally sat up from his throne and unfurled his wings. The demons and sinners watched in awe as he flew out of the palace and teleported straight to the hotel.

He could sense some kind of foreign magic at play as he touched the forcefield. However he was able to get inside the hotel without any resistance, almost like it wanted him inside. Pushing other thoughts away, he started to look around. His daughter came first.

The sharp clicking sounds of his boot echoed throughout the empty hallway before it stopped in front of the library. He could sense in all his being that the reason behind what's going on lay inside the room.

Slowly he inched closer to the room, step by step and stood in front of the glowing yellow book. " It was you... wasn't it... you're the one who took my daughter away.." He got down on one knee and took a closer look. It didn't seem like a hellish book, nor an angelic one..it seemed out of this place, out of this world almost.

He knew what he had to do. With shaky but determined hands, he reached out and went to flip it before he felt the book pulling him inside.

" No...no..wait..fuck...!"

He unleashed all his might to close the book, to overpower its might and pull it with him. He succeeded...in a way.

He felt like he was falling for a long time. It almost felt like the time he fell from heaven. But the book was right beside him, falling alongside. Stretching his hands, he tried to grab the book and flip through its contains using a little magic that seemed to weaken by the second. In what small amount of what he could read..his eyes widened, he started to whisper slowly.

" To reverse your fate, what you need to do is...."

After that, everything went black.

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It was an off day for Charlie and Alastor today. Adrian apparently had some business he had to take care of so he called your phone beforehand. Vaggie still had to go to her work and Pentious and Vox left to get new spare parts and junks today and also sell the things he has repaired. You sent Cherri to look after them and also hopefully to strengthen the bond between the snake and her. You would play the matchmaker between them if that's the last thing you do! Your snakey boy deserved a bit of happiness and love in his life.

Last night was a whirlwind of different emotions and experiences. After Vaggie and Charlie talked and made up, they seemed happier than ever. For some reason they also stayed close to you and snuggled up the whole night. They both told you how grateful they were for your talks. You could only blush and nod as you held the girls closer awkwardly. Unbeknownst to you, they were chuckling looking at each other and grinning the whole time. They knew they had found the right partner for them.

Others were seething in jealousy but stopped once they saw how relieved you were that they made up, they didn't want to make your mood sour again so they stayed away. Alastor's mood was especially the worst. He snapped easily at any and everyone and always stayed as far away from people as he could be. His fluffy deer ears seemed to be always up on alert. When Vox started to joke about him being on a leash, he jumped up on the guy and started choking him on the spot. It took you and a few others to resolve the situation.

So needless to say, it has been a tense enough morning. Currently it was afternoon and you were chatting with Niffty and Husk outside. Suddenly Niffty and Husk's ears pointed upwards as both looked at the sky. Niffty was the first to point it out.

" Look! Something's falling from the sky!"

You quickly followed her finger. Something indeed was falling and it seemed like it was some kinda bird. Without thinking you started sprinting while keeping your gaze up towards it. Oh no, you realized suddenly, you were too far away from where it's going to fall.

With one last push you leapt, catching the bird a few moments before it's fall and smashed your face against the ground while holding the bird up in your hands. Husk and Niffty quickly ran behind you. " Holy shit, kid, that was fucking reckless! Are you okay?"

Niffty helped you sit up as you coughed out some grass and dirt from your mouth. You brought your hand closer to see just what you caught. Just then something fell on Husk's head. " What the fuck-". That thing bounced on his head and fell on his hand as he opened it. It was a cane, a tiny cane with an apple on top of it. You looked at him just in time for a small hat to fly down and set on top of Niffty's head gently. Niffty looked up at it in surprise and brought it down.

" Hold up. Those two looks really familiar... wasn't those Lucifer's?" You whispered yelled. " That means...."

You slowly opened your palms. In there laid an unconscious cockatiel. Its whole body was fully white except the two red circles on its cheeks and small tufts of blond feathers atop his head, mimicking the hairdo of the king of hell. It's eyelids were velveetty coloured.

There was no doubt about it. This cockatail was Lucifer. The one that lay unconscious in your hands was the king of hell.

A.n: good golly it's finally finished. It takes a lot of time to write the episode reaction chapters cause I have to sit there pausing the episodes over and over, thinking what would this Character think? What would this Character do :') so I apologize for how late chapters are coming out.

I know many of y'all had many different variations of what Lucifer could be, what would suit him. I felt like a cockatail matches his appearance perfectly. Just look at them! Here's an edit I found

But fret not my dear readers,for anyone who thought other forms might suit him as well, be patient for the next chapter (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

I told you guys that Vaggie and Lucifer would have something in common. This something in common was their ability to fly. Cause I want all the angels to share something in common amongst them. So that's your hint for what Adam and Lute will be as well (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Till next time! Stay tuned ~

Tag list: @legostars @glowinthedarkbones1150 @darifes @aria-tempest @rainbowcake1212 @luxylucylou

[dira333]

Congrats on another follower milestone! It seems like not that long ago that you hit your last one!

If you're interested so, I was thinking Fukunaga's younger sister tries several times to talk her brother into asking reader out, she gets fed up with all his pining and tries to sneakily set the two up.

Drunk Texts never fail - Fukunaga Shohei x Reader

Yumie’s never going to fall in love.

Not if it makes you this stupid.

Yet again she has to watch her stupid older brother look at his best friend like he’s seeing the sun rise for the first time. It’d be disgusting if it wasn’t so cute. It would be cute if he wasn’t so stupid.

Like, can’t he not see that you’re into him too? 

You’re wearing one of his sweaters for goodness sake!

-

“You should ask her out!” She insists after he’s brought you over for the first time and you laughed at every single one of his stupid jokes. 

“Oh, no, we’re just friends.”

-

“Seriously, ask her out!” She tells him when you’ve taken a quick bathroom break. You’ve been over to “study” for the fifth time now and each time the books get discarded halfway through, your legs end up in his lap as you talk, play games, make funny faces at each other.

“Oh, no, I couldn’t.”

“Why?”

“B-Because.”

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“If you’re not asking her out, I will.”

Yumie pops out of the kitchen after you’ve left. After you’ve hugged in the Genkan for almost five minutes straight, to be more specific.

Shohei rubs his neck awkwardly, even the tips of his ears are red.

“I can’t, okay. I just… I can’t.”

Yumie huffs. Stupid. She’s going to take matters into her own hands now.

-

First, she sets up a movie date. Backs out at the last minute.

It’s a romantic movie, one she’d wanted to watch so bad. 

But nothing changes, it seems. You’re still as awkward as ever around each other.

It’s the same with the ice-cream date and going to the Arcade.

Yumie’s reputation is going to start getting cracks if she keeps up this thing of making plans and ditching them at the last minute.

She needs another plan, as soon as possible.

-

In the end it’s her brother’s fault, like it always is.

He comes home buzzed from a night out with his old classmate’s. Lev bought them a round of shots after the other, trying to impress his senpai’s with his newest salary. 

Shohei drops his phone, keys and wallet on the kitchen table and slips out of his clothes on the way to the bathroom.

She didn’t mean to pry, really, but his phone was still unlocked when she got there and who would let a chance like that pass?

It’s not that hard to write like drunk-Shohei. She’s gotten a fair share of those messages from him herself.

So if she confesses his love to you through a drunk text, what could possibly go wrong?

-

“YUMIE!”

Shohei’s voice rips her from her slumber. She scrambles out of bed, fearing the worse.

But it’s only her brother standing in the kitchen, no giant spider or any blood in sight.

He’s frozen stiff, phone in hand.

“What?!” She asks, “Why did you scare me like that?”

“Did you write those texts? Did you?” He pushes his phone into her face. She doesn’t have to look to know what he means. Still.

“I don’t know what you mean-”

“I wasn’t that drunk yesterday,” he claims, hands shaking, “I’d know if I wrote that. If you ruined this, I’ll never forgive-”

- PING -

Yumie leans forward to read the newest message in the thread.

“I feel the same way,” she reads. Three dancing dots show that you’re typing again. 

Shohei’s almost hyperventilating now.

“You can thank me later,” she tells him cheekily. “Now if I were you I’d go and meet up with your girlfriend.”

[dullgecko]

Hello again - I return with yet another idea that was going to be a short little thing that turned into a much longer thing because I am apparently incapable of being concise when it comes to making my favourite goblin be very sad and reluctant to accept help from the people who love him :)

So. The Bad Kids are out fighting some sort of monster and things go south for Riz really quickly at the end of the fight. He gets the fear spell cast on him and then immediately gets knocked down to zero hp. He can’t run away and his body goes into a full panic attack which makes him fail two death saves instantly and then before anyone can get close enough to heal him, he gets caught in the radius of another spell which fully kills him.

He was expecting to wake up and see his dad, but Pok was off on a job so no one was around to help calm him down. And because time moves weirdly in heaven, what was a maximum of twelve seconds in real life felt like hours for Riz and he was panicking the whole time, knowing he was dead but also feeling like he was going to die again somehow. He didn’t immediately register Kristen’s healing magic when it came to bring him back because he was so convinced it was a second layer of death coming for him. He actually tried to resist it and failed because he was panicking so much he couldn’t concentrate, which was very good because it meant Kristen was able to bring him back.

When he came to, his fear response kicked in straight away and he sprinted off to try and hide. Gorgug managed to catch him and luckily even after getting pretty hurt during the fight was still able to withstand the biting and clawing that came with holding a terrified goblin (Fabian was also on hand to try and catch Riz if he escaped from Gorgug). It took a long time to convince Riz that he was safe, and even then there was nothing anyone could do to try and convince him to sleep that night because of how on edge he was.

The next time Riz has a panic attack was also not pleasant for anyone. He was in the school library with Adaine and Gorgug doing some research for a group project when something set him off (looking back, no one is quite sure what it was that triggered it). The panic made him unable to breathe properly and he felt like he was dying, and normally Adaine or whoever was around would tell him that he wasn’t and they would help him remember how to breathe again and it would be okay. But last time he felt like this, he had actually died and nearly stayed dead, so he wasn’t exaggerating when he said he felt like he was dying, and that just made him hyperventilate more to the point that he did end up passing out for a few seconds, which really sent him spiralling. It was just as well Gorgug was also there because seeing Riz in this state was making Adaine freak out too so Gorgug told her to update the group and then go and get Jawbone.

Fig showed up almost instantly and wanted to use the sleep spell to give Riz a chance to calm down. Luckily Jawbone arrived just in time to stop that idea - Riz already felt like he was dying, knocking him out for several hours was not going to help right now. While Jawbone knew that all of the kids were worried about Riz, having them hovering around was clearly making Riz more anxious, so he asked all of them apart from Kristen to give them some space, and Kristen was only able to stay because Riz knew she could bring him back if he did die again,

It took a very long time, but Jawbone eventually helped Riz through a long series of panic attacks, and once he had confirmation from Riz, he let the others come back (they had of course been only a few feet around the corner - enough distance to give Riz some privacy, but close enough that they could get back to him quickly if needed).

Even without any actual meetings with Riz, Jawbone had been building up a file of notes and observations about Riz. Confidentiality was obviously important and he would never share anything his students told him unless he thought they were at risk. However, a two hour long string of near constant panic attacks where Riz had briefly passed out from hyperventilating three separate times, and had in itself been triggered by a panic attack was a serious enough incident that Jawbone called Sklonda in a professional capacity to tell her that Riz needed more help than he felt qualified to give. He gave her a few trusted contacts to have a look at, and promised her that Aguefort had good insurance for mental health treatment so money wasn’t going to be a problem.

Simply bringing up the idea of therapy a few days later sent Riz into another series of panic attacks, but he did eventually agree. Step one had to be to undo the damage done by the previous “therapist” that had seen Riz after Pok died. Step two was breaking the panic attack spirals. Step three was working out what else had to be dealt with and in what order, because surprisingly repressing every bad experience was not good for him.

Riz slowly gets better at managing his anxiety. Getting diagnosed with a whole bunch of stuff including autism, adhd, c-ptsd, and ocd definitely helps because he has a much better idea of what is making him anxious and what he can do about that - if it’s an autism thing he probably needs somewhere quiet and dark where he can read about his special interests, if it’s an adhd thing he may need to run off some excess energy to calm down, if it’s a ptsd thing something has probably triggered him, if it’s an ocd thing he can try to manage the compulsions. One day when he was very overwhelmed and everything was bad at the same time, Adaine sat with him in his office and they made a little clue board to work out what he could do in a given situation. He keeps a photo of it in his pocket that he can refer to when he’s away from his desk.

Panic attacks remain a huge trigger for him, along with mirrors and having anything on or around his neck, but finally knowing why he does certain things makes it a lot easier to accept/ask for help and get through day-to-day life.

I love reading these so much dont stop. The only problem is they're so good i cant find anything to add because *gestures* perfect.

You get an A+ in submission, which is something both normal to want and possible to acheive.

[unknown-lovergirl]

prompt one: ♦Isn't It Strange How People Change♦

c.w: pure angst and peter being a bitch also mg being a bitch and i don't really think there's any.

It started out like any other day in your like you woke up somewhat happy somewhat being the keyword as that was only ever the case when Peter was home. You your morning routine same old same old, your first cup of coffee and you were of to work.

Work wasn't bad you actually liked it seeing as it's your dream job, you took great pride in your expertise seeing as you worked your entire life to get to this point. As you went around your day all that was on your mind was Peter— he hasn't been home lately.

Sure his job is hard exhausting and annoying he usually comes home after his last patrol of the city. But now he barely even comes home to get a change of clothes but everytime he does he's not wearing the clothes he was when he left but you just concluded that he was taking care of aunt May she had been sick lately.

By the time you'd gotten home you'd gone through five and a half coffees seeing as you spilled half of one of your mugs luckily not on anything important. Usually you didn't need caffeine as you slept quite fine snuggled up to Peter—days when he's there when you wake up he persuades you into drinking less coffee.

You turned on the lights to the apartment to see him passed out on the couch pitifully but you would show him no pity, is what you said before you got a blanket and put it over his body when you moved to get up you saw his phone on in messages, —he'd been texting MG nothing bad but as you scrolled through the chats you saw that he was ranting to her about how bad of a girlfriend you are and worst part is she agreed with him -You two were meant to be friends for life-

He was also thanking her for letting him stay at her place. You felt pissed off, he'd been the one who's been a bad girlfriend he'd been neglecting you and staying out all night today had been the first time in weeks you'd seen him and he was insulting you with who you thought was your best friend.

You shook him awake, “Peter wake up right now”, you say voice a decibel or two higher the hurt and betrayal in it even louder. He shifted jutting awake as you kicked the couch our of frustration.“Baby, what was that for?” he had the audacity to sound so innocent and confused “Get out” you exclaimed “What do you mean by that?”. You wanted to do all sorts of this to him to vent your anger by you didn't.

You threw his phone onto the couch, he looked at it confused before his eyes went wide, “It's not what it lo-” “Don't say that it's exactly what it looks like and I said get the fuck out on my house.” Before he could say a word you broke down in tears tears that you'd been holding back for weeks now “What did I do that was wrong huh? I've done nothing I've been so considerate towards you I have loved you for so many years you said you loved me you were always so kind to me but now I don't even see you when I do you always ignore me and leave” you let out a sob every so often “What went wrong is it me am I the problem the reason you have been so distant and cold or are you just a fucking arse. I seriously don't know what went wrong”.

You were downright hyperventilating at this point but he didn't move to help you his cold facade having returned he just stared and stared and stared and then stared some more in that moment you thought in that moment if you were to be drowning he wouldn't even bat ab eye if you were to be fall he'd simply roll his eyes snd look away and it hurt and it hurt so bad.

What brought you back to reality was the sound of your door shutting with a slam he'd left he'd just left the silence that followed as your breathing calmed was absolutely deafening it almost hurt physically to be it that space.

As you fell onto the couch he once lay on you thought how strange and horrible it felt the way he'd changed so abruptly. It was strange how people change and that to so quickly it actually hurt this time the calm after the silence.

The very room you're in held so many happy memories rarely any bad the couch you lay on held a mixture of both your scent a testimony of the sheer amount of time you'd spent bundled up in eachother others arms. There truly was no corner in this house without a happy memory but now they all seem to be registering as bad memories because all you could think about were the so many flaws.

You drifted of to a sad and dreamless slumber the first of many to come. You now truly understand the aspect of change and the true effect of withdrawal.

[iero]

when i started getting frequent panick attacks suddenly out of nowhere, this is what slowly helped me: 1. recognizing it’s a panick attack. 2. believe wholeheartedly i will survive no matter what (managed to internalize this after the first 3-4 times, in the beginning i would call/text someone but i stopped relying on that as soon as possible). 3. trying to be more present during the attack, in order to remember coping mechanisms exist. 4. figuring out which coping mechanisms work best for which symptoms. (for me this is a lot of matching activity to symptom – if i’m hyperventilating i’ll do a couple of jumping jacks so it feels “normal” and less scary to my brain. if i feel numbness i will run my hands under water or sit on my knees. if i am dissociating i will put on my favourite youtube videos pre-prepared in a list and zone out. cw nsfw, sorry, but for many issues jerking off will help for the physicality of it, even if it’s not an enjoyable process at all. playing tetris or something similar while running an engaging podcast in the background sometimes helps me ‘overwhelm’ my awareness.) 5. once i got better at making myself slightly more comfortable during the attacks, i began focusing on how to minimise the time i spent out of it. my technique is to decide on one thing i need to do, like eating a specific thing, showering, brushing teeth, etc. then set a specific time, let’s say 45 minutes, and give myself that time to feel everything and cope however i need. when the timer goes off (and this unfortunately requires more discipline than i often have) go do the thing and try not to let myself focus at all on the attack, in order to have an as-calm-as-possible continuation of my day. 

idk if this is helpful at all, sorry. the moment i was able to see a doctor, after a couple of months, they gave me beta blockers. unfortunately i have anxiety for taking pills so i never took them, but at this point i am able to derail my attacks  within 15-30 minutes, 9/10 times. 

I usually do step 1 and 2 right away. Like I told another anon, my panic attacks almost always start out the same way (like the same "physical" symptom) with some chest pain and unfortunately, it just escalates from there. It's a good thing to me because as soon as I feel that chest pain, my mind does a little "Oh no..." in my head and I know I need to go sit/lie down for a bit and let this pass. When I had one in my car yesterday, I was glad I was in my driveway and I just closed my eyes, put my head on the steering wheel and let it pass. I know I'll survive it because they're not really deadly and my chest pain isn't near my heart, so I know it's not a heart attack/any heart problems.

I really do wanna get into healthy coping mechanisms during an attack myself, but a good 99% of the time I usually will just sit/lie there and either close my eyes or just stare off into space while it happens. Point 5 is a wonderful thing to utilize and I might have to do that myself. My panic attacks take SOO much out of me, mentally and physically, to the point where sometimes I just wanna go to bed right afterwards, especially if I'm still an anxious mess after the fact...

It is helpful, don't worry! I appreciate your message (and I'm sorry for getting back to you late)! My panic attacks usually last a good 10-20 mins. usually, but I've had one that lasted me, like, two hours before and that was a BAD night. I'm hopeful with me starting exercising and/or medication, I can have them less and less.

[clouds-rambles]

Hey bestie may I request diluc,childe,zhongli,and venti having a bad nightmare over their s/o wanting to break up with them and when they wake up their s/o isn’t there but really they’re in another room or something if that makes sense!! Thank you 🤑

Hi bestie positively evil... i love it <3 nobody question why zhongli and the reader are married in all my headcanons thanks lmao

Pairings; (Seperate) Diluc, Childe, Zhongli, and Venti x reader

Warning(s); panic, nightmares, hurt/comfort, injury mention

Keep reading under the cut!

Diluc

Diluc wakes with a start, his brows furrowed as he takes a moment to arrange the events of his nightmare in his head

Both you and he had a particularly explosive argument after he had come back injured from a night protecting Mondstat 

You had left the winery after exclaiming that you refuse to date someone who has such a lack of regard for his own life. In the long run you’d be saving yourself from further heartbreak if he ended up dead on the front porch

Diluc wonders if dream you could be right...

The red-head finally notices the cold side of the bed you should be sleeping on. He more than remembers going to sleep with you

Panic sets in at the bottom of Dilucs stomach. He must be imagining things right? You’re probably just in the bathroom

A beat passes

Then three

No, you’re not in the bathroom. He would have heard you by now...

What if the dream was actually what had happened last night. A breath catches in the mans throat as he gets out of bed and throws a shirt on

If he couldn’t find you in his home has he truly lost you?

Diluc speedily walks through the halls of his home, checking the spare rooms, the study, the library, the living room, the dining room, the

Diluc opens the door to the kitchen his heart threatening to break out of his chest at the pace it’s beating when he finally spots you drinking a cup of tea, in your pajamas

Thank the archons it was just a dream

“Diluc, honey, are you okay?” you ask getting up from the table in the kitchen to your sweating, hyperventilating partner

Diluc says nothing but opts to hugging you, his head bowing to your chest as he breaths you in

“Diluc, you’re worrying me” you tell him returning his embrace and rubbing circles on his back

“You weren’t in bed” is all he offers to tell you. You don’t push him on the details of why he is so panicked

“I couldn’t sleep so I came down for a herbal tea” you explain kissing the man on his bed of fluffy hair “I have a cup left in the kettle, I can pour one out for you” you offer

“Please” he breathes, but doesn’t move to let you go from the embrace, you can stand to hold him and tell him sweet nothings for a little while. Tea can always be reheated

Childe

It would only be right, and he suspected as much. You had told him that because of what has recently transpired in Liyue you cannot find yourself to love a brutal harbinger

Maybe its for the best. Childe concludes not paying much attention to his weeping heart. Maybe, you’d be happier not to be under the constant eye and scrutiny of the Qixing, the Milleth, and the watchful eye of Childes own fatui informants

Without much pause form Childes last thought the man finds himself waking in his room, unsure if the dream was reality or his mind playing tricks on him, he feels your side of the bed and notices a distinct lack of warmth... and you

He cries

Childe curls himself up in a ball determined to not get caught by anyone showing such an extreme and out of character emotion, he let himself cry. He’s pretty sure he’s sobbing loudly but he doesn’t care. It’s just him in the house anyway. The one person that he doesn’t mind seeing such emotions has left him

That’s until he hears the distinct click of the bedroom door open “Oh my archon Childe, are you okay?” you ask quickly making your way to the side of his bed and placing a hand on his shoulder

The man looks up to you, he isn’t sure if you’re real 

“I thought-” he starts “I had a-” he tries to find his words without seeming like a crazed person “You weren’t-” 

“It’s okay babe, I’m right here. I’m not planning on going anywhere” you console “I just had an epiphany in my dream and I had to write it down” you add explaining your absence. Childe nods along 

“Stay” he tells you as you wipe the tears out of his eyes. You nod and hum

“Of course” you lay onto the bed and let Childe wrap himself around you

You hum him to sleep and whisper sweet nothings

Zhongli

‘I can’t love you anymore Zhongli, I feel obligated to come back to Liyue after every adventure, it’s starting to take a toll on me’

‘But our vows, [name] we made a contract at the altar’

‘To love each other, yes? Zhongli there’s no love left in this marriage, you sleep in the spare bedroom whenever I’m back, we sit in silence over dinner, I don’t think I’ve kissed you in months. The lack of love itself is the breach in the contract’

‘But I-’

‘Think about it, do you really feel the same love that you felt on the day we got married?’

‘[name]-’

Zhongli wakes up with a start, his heart beats a little fast for a second. The man convinces himself it’s just a dream he had, but the coldness of your side of the bed seems to speak otherwise

In all fairness, Zhongli should have rationalised his dream before he started wondering the house like a mad man. The only time he sleeps in the other bed is when you’ve suffered an extreme injury, dinners are often spent with jolly laughs and conversation. And Zhongli prides himself on the amount of affection he gives you around the house... and in the bedroom

But most things aren’t making sense in his head right now

“Zhongli my love” you call him upon noticing him in the hall. You had just come out of the bathroom after a midnight toilet break “Are you okay darling?” you ask placing a hand on his shoulder

The tenseness in Zhongli’s shoulders dissipate as soon as you initiate the touch

“I love you” he tells you, the declaration is out of nowhere to you. But you smile at him and embrace him

“And I love you too” you pause bringing up your hand baring the ring that sits on it “And this ring is a reminder of our vows and my unyielding love to you” you tell him with a smile

Zhongli chuckles at you and returns your hug “You seem to always know how to comfort me my dear”

“It’s because I’m a mind reader” you jest matching your spouses chuckle

Venti

Disappeared. So much so that the thousand winds could tell Venti that you were in fact not in Mondstat and had travelled to Liyue from the time Venti was playing music in the tavern to when he knocked for you early the next morning

The only trace you left was a letter. Unmistakeably written by your hand

‘Venti, writing this in a letter is much easier than saying this to your face. I am quite simply tired of your antics, no matter try to talk to you, you seem to always brush me off. Be it the nights you spend at the tavern, my general concern when you disappear for days at end just to tell me you were at the thousand winds temple, stormterrors lair, or windrise, no matter how much I tell you I checked all three. Being in a constant state of concern isn’t good for me, it’s emotionally draining and I’m terrified of finding you dead somewhere, despite your archon blood. By the time you read this I’ll be in Liyue where I’ll be staying with a friend for a while. Tell me I’m going somewhere you can’t follow, and I’ll tell you this is how I have felt many a night. I wish I could have kept loving you, [name]’

A harsh way to break up Venti admits to himself rereading the paper a few times before waking up

A dream?

Venti holds his chest, surely a dream couldn’t conjure such a horrific sinking feeling that makes him want to just vomit

Looking to your side of the bed for your comfort the sinking feeling intensifies when he doesn’t see you

So it wasn’t a dream? Venti doesn’t want to call on his kin, the thousand winds, again just to be told once more that you’re currently in Liyue sipping tea with this cousin you had mentioned in the letter 

The archon sits up in bed and takes deep breaths, he doesn’t want to explain to anybody that he had a panic attack over your horrific breakup letter, no no

After calming his breaths Venti steps out of bed with a shaky few steps before walking downstairs to engage in the typical breakout routine. Snacking. Maybe when you left you had elected to ignore some of the snacks you love to litter about your abode

When Venti walks in to the living room towards the kitchen he sees you nursing your head on the couch

“[name]?” he asks in almost disbelief

“Hm,” you answer before looking up to Venti “Oh hey love, sorry I’ve got a headache” you greet properly after a moment. Venti grins at you which causes you to tilt your head. Why is your headache so grin worthy? Weird...

“Would you like some paracetamol?” he asks walking beside you, you shake your head

“I just took some” you reply looking up at your partner “Though I’d love to rest my head on your thighs” you add. Venti more then obliges and settles down on the couch

“You know I had the strangest dream” Venti tells you after a prolonged amount of silence, you hum to let him know you’re listening “You left me” he says bluntly

Oh

Damn

You bring yourself up to Venti’s face with a smile and give him a kiss “I love you Venti, I wouldn’t leave you for even the prettiest lyre” you half console half jest

“That’s because the prettiest lyre is mine” Venti chuckles and you nod pressing another kiss to Venti’s lips

guys it’s 2.42am I’m so sorry if there’s grammatical errors, my brain isn’t catching up rn

[robinhobiii]

ugly reality | mafia! m. yg

Yoongi’s luck seems run out as the the love of his life walks out.

Part one

Yoongi was over the moon when he found out the cute barista was ready to be his girlfriend. All it took was three dates and now she was his. Her love flowed through him and made him intoxicated by her. All he needed was her and nothing would stop him.

Hiding the mafia life from her was easier said than done. He often dodges her questions when she questions him leaving so late at night. He can never find easy lying to her. He himself hates liars and here he was lying to his girlfriend of 2 years. Now it’s only for her own good. He needs to protect her from the evil that constantly surrounds him. Her innocence doesn’t deserve to be destroyed by the life he lives.

But that soon will come crashing down.

. . .

Her sweet laughter that catches him in trance was happening too often and now he was getting distracted. He nearly miss Namjoon queue to shoot and almost costed him the million dollar deal. Namjoon was not too fond of Y/n as she was unintentionally distracting Yoongi, one of his best men. And today he was going to make sure Yoongi wasn’t going to get loose focus anymore. He walked to the new café and was met face to face with her.

“Hi! What may I get you?” She said sweetly.

Sigh

“I would like you to leave Yoongi alone.”

“H-huh? What?”

“He’s not who he seems he is.”

The visible confusion in her face caused him to lean on closer to her and whisper

“He’s apart of the mafia. He’s one of the best snipers across the Asia. People want his head on a silver platter. Now you don’t want to associate with people like that, do you?”

She shook her head no as she felt the fear take over her.

“Now, if you don’t believe me, then ask yourself this, why does he leave so late at night so often? Huh? Ring a bell?”

Her hands shook as she took steps back and stared at the mysterious man in front of her.

“I’m only telling you this since I don’t want an innocent life to go to waste like that. So it would be better if you dissociate from him, yeah?”

She was now hyperventilating. The man that she so dearly loved was a bad man. “B-but who are y-you?”

He smirked before walking towards the door

“RM”

The mafia boss was stood in front of her and she didn’t die. He really must not want her near him if he let her live.

She collapsed and let out sobs as her coworker came from the back, trying to comfort her and understand what happened. Yet, she would not say anything.

. . .

A week passed and she went into hiding, trying to avoid the man that lied about his existence. She couldn’t believe that she believed him. Y/n didn’t want to do anything with him. Her thoughts was all over the place. Two years full of lies. Was he lying about his feelings too? She couldn’t wrapped her head around what was said to her last week. The man she so dearly loved, was killing people.

But that thought caused a suddenly realization. Her eyes widened. If he’s the best of the best, then he wouldn’t have trouble finding her. Soon enough he’ll find her and kill her for leaving him. She shuddered. She took her clothes and pack up the hotel room. She needed to leave. As soon as she was done packing, she decided to cool herself off. A cool mind will let herself think.

She came out the shower refreshed. She needed to be determined to get away from him. She looked up and was was met with furious eyes. Y/n froze.

“Y-yoongi?”

He said nothing. She walked backwards slowly, thinking of a way to make a run for it. With a smooth quick movement, he pinned her against the wall. Her heart was beating out of her chest.

“You left me.” His deep voice sending shivers down her spine.

“You left me. All I wanted was your love and you left me.”

“Y-yoongi I-“

“No excuses. Just get to the point.” He said oddly calmly.

“I left because. . I was told to.” She whispered out.

He narrowed his eyes. “What?”

She looked away and the tears were bubbling in her. She felt the lump in her throat and couldn’t speak. Because she knows if she does, she’ll cry.

“Who told you to leave?!” He said louder.

Y/n was shocked. This was the first time he raised his voice at her.

“R-rm”

He looked at her and brought her head to his chest. And that’s all it took to let the waterworks go. She cried and cried. Yoongi somehow maneuvered them towards the bed. She laid on top of him.

. . .

She woke up with a headache. And the bed was cold. She turned her head and the bed was indeed empty.

She sighed.

Why was her heart yearning for him knowing what he does for a living? She needs to let him go but after last night, she doesn’t think she’ll ever let go. Those sweet words he whispered to her as he let her cry on his chest was an overwhelming feeling.

She got up from the bed and saw Yoongi come out the bathroom. She only looked at him. He looked at her with fondness.

“Y. . You need to leave me.” She whispered.

“I’m never going to leave you.” He whispered back.

“Yoongi, I can’t be with you. It’ll only hurt both of us. Please leave.” She pleaded.

“I’ll never leave. Your love is what keeps me going, darling. Just because Namjoon said to leave me, you shouldn’t. He wouldn’t lay a finger on you. He doesn’t know what I’m capable of when I angry.”

“I don’t want to come in between what you do and I especially don’t want to come in between your brotherly love for the others. Yoongi, we can’t do this. I don’t feel safe around you anymore.” She looked away.

He sighed.

“One month.”

“W-what?”

“Give me one month to fix this. I promise I’ll fix this, I’ll fix us. Please give me one month.” He hold onto her hands delicately

A million thoughts went through her head. Before she could properly formulate an answer from her head, her heart spoke first.

“Please . . Fix everything.”

. . .

It’s been one month since she seen Yoongi. She’s been healing from the shock that was brought upon her last month. She reflected on her relationship with Yoongi. His love for her wasn’t fake. It’s was genuine love. But his personal life was a lie.

She learned that she actually doesn’t know Yoongi. But she thought long and hard about the way he lives. She went through various articles about the Bangtan Brothers. She learned that they’ve been together for over 12 years. Friends turned mafia.

They were together through thick and thin. But the messed law system caused an eruption of various mafia gangs. Yoongi and his friends were no exception. That’s all that she could find about them. The public wants to know more about the infamous group, but nothing personal is ever on the internet. She suspect someone in the group is a good hacker.

That was his family. That’s what brought him up. She didn’t know how to feel about him killing people. Him and the Bangtan Brothers are essentially anti-heroes across Asia. Should she continue to stay with him? Will she risk her life? Her thoughts were cut short by the doorbell. She peeks through the peephole.

It’s Yoongi.

She quickly opens it and takes a look at him. He held a small bag and a soft smile splayed on his face.

“May I come in?”

“O-oh, y-yes.”

She moved to the side to let him in.

“I’ve come to tell you good news.” He said softly as he handed her the bag. She started at it as he sat down on the sofa. She said a seat away from him, staring at him. Her mind was a mess.

“What is it?”

“I . . I’m no longer apart of the mafia.”

“W-what? You just left them?”

He nodded.

“It’s not like I left them for good. They’re still my family. I’m just no longer an assassin.”

“B-but rm-“

“That’s why I said I need a month. I know how he is. It took some convincing. I was already thinking about leaving since the start of the year, but I never had the chance to fully think about it. You disappearing for a week made me make the move.”

“So, what will you do now?” She said softly with uncertainty.

“I’ll work at the Map of the Soul just as a business man. That’s it.”

She was unsure what she should feel. Her eyes watered and he pulled her in for a hug.

“Open the bag, babygirl.” He whispered in her ear.

She opened the bag and there laid a small box. He grabbed it before she could and went on one knee and her eyes widened.

“Y/n, you’ve been the highlight of my day for the past two years. I know that you are a gift from the heavens. They gifted me an angel and I will do everything to protect you. And so this ring will symbolize my love to you. It’s a ring of a promise to never let you feel unsafe in my presence. Until, I replace it with a different ring, this is proof of my oath to you. So, will you be my girlfriend again?”

She was in utter shock.

“Yes! Please!”

She jumped into his arms and kissed all over his face. He smiled as he pulled away to do the same to her. He gave a long kiss on her lips.

“Today will mark a new beginning for us.”

She nodded as he placed the ring on her finger. Y/n took a good look at it.

. . .

Two weeks ago in Namjoon’s Office

“So you’re leaving us for a girl you’ve know for two fucking years.”

“I told you I’m not leaving. I’m just giving up the position as the assassin. I can’t keep lying to her like this.”

“Hyung, you can’t just give it up. You’re the best of the best. Don’t make irrational decisions in the heat of the moment. If she really loved you she would understand why you do what you do.”

“Then does she know what you do?” Yoongi knew not to mention anything about Namjoon’s wife, but Namjoon hit the wrong nerve.

Namjoon sighed.

“No, she doesn’t.”

“Well mine does. And she wants out. I can’t live without her. She is what’s missing in my life. I need her, Namjoon.”

He was quiet. He was thinking. Finally, he thought of something.

“I’ll let you off the position if you can do some jobs when I need you to. I won’t ask you to snipe any petty criminals, but more of the important ones.”

“Like politicians?”

“Exactly. Well can you?”

Yoongi sighed. This was the only option.

“Okay, only if it’s important. But other than that I’m just a regular CEO at Map of the Soul.”

“Yes, Mr. Min.”

. . .

He looked down at her as they laid down and smiled. She was in his arms again. He’ll try everything to answer her questions and anything she wants to know. He’ll intertwined their souls as one. He needs to be that close with her. He only needs her.

“You’ll always be my pretty little fiction, baby.”

[ying-an-sanren]

I see sharing fic ideas here isn't quite bad either, so...

let me introduce you to;

Hualian - modern AU, horror-ish, slight description of gore, attempted sexual assault (NOT by Hualian), angst with happy ending

...where Xie Lian is a young student, studying half a country away from his home, and thus having to reside in the school's provided dormitory. However, recently he wasn't feeling safe in his dorm anymore - recently he had aquired a stalker. A person, donning a half-smiling, half-crying mask has been following him around and just two days ago, they had broken into his dorm room. 

He was saved only by a coincidence, because just that day his friend Shi Qingxuan had an arguement with their roommate, and asked Xie Lian if they could swich for the night. The whole floor was woken by an ear-piercing scream, and after the person ran away, Xie Lian came to the realization, that staying at his dorm wasn't safe anymore.

However, looking for an apartment that would be within his possibilities was tough. As a broke student, he had to search amongst the cheapest of cheapests, and thus it was a great surprise, when he found a nice, cozy flat, that costet only half  of his tuition. At first he thought it was a mistake, but the owner assured him, that this was indeed the price.

The thing is, nothing comes that easy, and when it does, there's always a catch. The owner neglected to mention, that the reason why the apartment is so cheap is, that it's haunted. None of the previous residents lasted longer than a week - some disappeared without a trace, the moment they stepped over the treshhold, and others were driven out by the monster, that supposedly resides under the bed.

Xie Lian also noticed there's something wrong, but he just can't point it out. It just feels so strange, when he lays himself to sleep, almost as if there was someone watching him. He of course disregards that to the paranoia, caused by his recent expperience. But he assured himself, that the stalker wouldn't find him here. This unsettling feeling was probably just nerves...

...but to his dismay, it soon becomes far too real.

Something wakes him up one night - hard to tell what, perhaps it was an intuition.

In the dead of the night, Xie Lian awakened, casually looking around with eyes still half-glued with sleep. That his until his sight lands on the foot of the bed and his blood freezes.

There, just mere centimeters from his toes - peeking out from underneath the far too short blanket - two clawed hands, hooked over the edge of the bed, black as ink in contrast to the snow-white sheets. And between those hands he's able to make out a dark shape of a head, peeking over the edge with eyes, one black, one shimmering red, staring right at him.

Terror strikes Xie Lian, and he shrieks and scrambles to the opposite sideof the bed as fast as he can. But as he moves, the thing ducks down and disappears underneath. Xie Lian is trembling with shock, hyperventilating, pressing himself to the bedframe and trying tomake himself as small as possible. All the while he's fighting that fearful urge to lean over the edge and look under the bed.

He wouldn't sleep until the morning, and neither the following night. However, the following night nothing happened, and nothing happened the night after that either. Xie Lian almost began to think that it was just his stressed imagination... until a few days later when it showed itself again.

The thing would start to make frequent small appearences around the apartment, always just as shadow in the corner of Xie Lian's eye, but enough to make him se trembling mess; Xie Lian would even be afraid to step a foot next to his bed, or get up in the morning in far of that thing clasping its sinister claws around his ankle.

It was around that time, that he started developping sleep paralysis. He would wake up unable to move, unable to scream, only able to watch the thing watching him, until it passed, and as soon as he jolted, the thing dissappeared underneath his bed once more. And each night it would move a little closer... 

The nights became a living nightmare, when he realized, that like this he was utterly at its mercy.

But the worst was yet to come. Xie Lian had never been as terrified, as the night he woke up to a figure looming over him, a silhuette drowning him in shadow. He wanted to scream, but couldn't open his mouth. Terrified, fearful eyes welled up with tears when the figure slowly leaned down.

Instead of red, gleaming eye, he was met with a pale face of half-smile, half-cry. His personal demon. They found him.

When the manacing figure notices his eyes are wide open, they pause for a moment. However, very soon the person realizes, that Xie Lian cannot move. 

"Xie Lian..." a muffled voice came from behind the mask. "So this is where you ran off to."

Xie Lian didn't reply. He couldn't.

As if taking that as an invitation a hand reaches towards him - it doesn't have claws and yet it's perhaps even more terrifying. The warm fingers travel over his lips. A palm enclosing his throat, with its thumb stopping in the little pit under his neck. Xie Lian tries to suppress the urge to gag.

"Xie Lian, Xie Lian," the intruder shook their head, their tone that of a disappointed parent. "I thought I've taught you better,"

The hands roamed. They slid down his chest in spidery movements, for the slightest moment lingering over his nipples, like a cage, threatening to fall. Xie Lian's chest rising and falling, as he felt himself submerging into the abyss.

The hands slid under his shirt, drinking in the contact with the soft skin. They copied the curve of his hips, as if the intruder wanted to memorize his shape. 

"The more you stand up to inevitable, the more suffering you'll bring on yourself."

Suddenly and without a warning, the unknown person flipped him over on his stomach. Xie Lian felt the mattress dip, as the stranger climbed on top of him. The wight of the body pressing him down was suffocating. It was crushing him.

Seeing his unresisting form, the intruder chuckled, "If only you were always this obediant."

It made Xie Lian's stomach twist. He was helpless. There was no one, no, not even a coincidence could save him this time. The terrifying hands hooked over the waist of his sleeping pants, tugging them down. He felt the touch of the pillow, moist with his tears.

Then suddenly a low whisper sounded right next to his ear.

"Don't look."

It wasn't the intruder's voice. This one felt gentle.

And Xie Lian obeyed, closing his eyes.

As soon as he did, the weight was lifted from him, and with it something more. The caging stiffness of his body gave in, allowing him to breath out in relief - a quiet breath, soon to be drowned in a see of bloodcurdling screams, snapping of bones broken, and wet squelches of bloody meat being torn apart.

The horrific cacophony of sounds made him tremble, and his hands gripped on the sheets, as if his own life was hanging on it. But despite that, a tiny little voice in the back of his head urged him to look. He struggled to resist until the last moment, until a scream louder than any other - a scream, that carried the thread of life embedded in its pitch - reached his ears. In that last moment he opened his eyes.

A half-smiling half-crying mask had fallen off the face of Jun Wu - the dirctor of Xie Lian's university. Xie Lian only catches a glimpse of him before his screams die down, devoured by a mouth as deep as the darkness lurking underneath his bed. A crimson tongue slithers out to lick the blood of its lips.

Xie Lian's breath catches in his throat. This is the first time he's seeing the thing whole, and it's enormous. So tall it could reach the ceiling, hunched with its back ridged. Its frame skinny, limbs just a bit too long to be human, adorned with onyx claws, curved like sabers, and its face covered in waterfall of inky hair through which only a red gleaming eye can be seen. An eye, that now fixates on him.

They stay like that for a moment, just looking. Eventually the thing moves closer, and for a moment Xie Lian thinks it's coming for him. Instead it bends down, and with serpentine motion it crawls back under the bed.

"W-Wait!" Xie Lian calls, his voice still trembling. But the thing is already gone.

Xie Lian quickly follows, jumping down to the foot of the bed, laying himself on the floor. It's dark, small and crampet, and Xie Lian is wondering how such a big thing could fit there. It must be quite uncomfortable.

"H-Hey,..." he calls out hesitantly. "Would you mind... coming back up here?"

In the dark underneath the bed, a little red star flickered.

"Why?" a low voice replied - the same as the one from before, the gentle one.

"Why not?" asked Xie Lian instead. There was a pause. And then,

"Gege shouldn't torment his eyes with the sight of me."

'Gege',... the familiar address made Xie Lian smile. How much older could he be than the monster under his bed?

"I want to thank you," he said, reaching out his hand.

Another pause, this time even longer than the one before. Xie Lian wasn't sure if the thing was justhesitating, or if it decided to ignore him. However, just as he thought so a large hand with onyx claws emerged from the darkness, clasping around his outstreched palm, gently, as if afraid to break it.

"What do we do now?" the voice asked.

Despite the terrors the night had brought him, Xie Lian felt his lips curve into a warm smile. "We can shake them! That's what humans to."

"Oh?" the thing hummed with a hint of intrigue. Right then it started swaying their hands from side to side. "Like that?"

Xie Lian's smile widened even more. "It's a good start!"

He didn't remember when he fell asleep, but he must have at some point, because the last thing he remembered was lying on the floor, and having a pleasant conversation with the monster haunting him, about this and that. The next moment he woke up in his bed. However, he didn't remember getting up and climbing into it. Did the thing carry him? He felt heat rise into his cheeks when he imagined the claws so long, they could close around his waist.

Alright, that would be  enough dreaming, he thinks to himself, finally opening his eyes.

As he does so, he catches a movement in the corner of his eye. He turns around just in time to catch a glimpse of a clawed hand, retreating back over the edge his bed. Left behind on his pillow is a little white flower.

[aquanova99]

Resolution

Amun x Reader

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A/N: did not think I would enjoy this one so much but I had so much fun writing it, thank you for the request love 🤍

Summary: y/n wakes up in the hospital. When Amun finds out he is ready to change her right then and there, will he understand if she’s not ready?

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The smell of antiseptic filled her nose. She couldn’t remember the last time lights had made her spin that way, it was hard to not just keep her eyes closed. When her eyes finally did adjust she almost began hyperventilating, hospitals. She hated hospitals. You could feel the sickness clinging through the air, and if you couldn’t it’s because you were smelling the disinfectant they used it to hide it.

“Glad to see you’re feeling a bit better y/n.”

She focused her eyes on the blond male in front of her, too young to be a doctor.

“How did I get here?”

“According to another passenger you were on a flight home and no matter how many blankets you had you kept shivering. When a flight attendant came to grab you, you had a fever, quite an impressive number might I add.”

“So I passed out?”

“From what I saw you just weren’t aware much of your surroundings. You were dehydrated but it seems like it was a bad bug going around.”

Y/n stared at him, “where am I exactly?”

“I’m sorry, you’re in Queens Hospital Center.”

“I guess I missed my final flight.” Y/n pressed her hands on her temples, as her headache came back at the influx of all this new information. A nurse came in with some medicine as the doctor continued to check her vitals

and go over y/ns chart.

“Doctor Cullen.” The nurse greeted. So that was his name, she wondered why she hadn’t asked, maybe she had already met them and forgot their encounter. The nurse hadn’t introduced herself either. Maybe that’s just how they did it here. The doctor nodded at the nurse before she turned her attention back on you, “Y/n hun, I’m just letting you know we did callyour emergency contact he sounded really worried about you!”

“Wait. What?” Y/ns head snapped up so quick it made her head spin

“It’s just a precaution y/n don’t worry.” The doctor tried to calm her down

“You called Amun?” Y/ns suspicions locked into place at the pause Doctor Cullen took. The nurse nodded.

“Yes dear, it was written on your bag.” That’s right, you wrote his name and the number to call him when you landed in Egypt on your trip. Your phone died on on the first flight and you had no time to charge it because you stopped to get food. The nurse tried to continue, “he should be here any moment he said he would get in the first flight over here.”

Y/n laid her head back on the pillow stifling the groan threatening to escape her lips. This was not going to be a fun conversation. The nurse propped her back up and gave her some water to wash down the aspirin and left. She seemed to wait for the doctor but he held back

“Sorry Gracie, I’ve been running a bit behind today. I’ll catch up with you in a bit after I finish one more thing here.” The nurse smiled and quickly left the room, the doctor grabbed his stethoscope and began checking y/ns breathing again. “That’s an interesting name I’ve only heard it a couple times. Deep breath.”

“Amun? I guess. You know someone by that name?” Y/n knew that these two knew eachother, she could feel it. Whether they were on good terms was still to be determined.

“Hm? Yes. From a long time ago.” He grabbed the clipboard and pretended to look over something again

“Who knows it may be the same one considering how similar you two are.” The clipboard cracked in two. Folding as if it were made of paper. The doctor opened his mouth to speak but y/n was ready, “yep. Exactly the same.”

He was quiet for a bit before trying to ask any more questions, “I’m sorry I don’t know what you mean by that.”

“You aren’t a very good liar Doctor. It’s no wonder you’re working the night shift .” Y/n stared out the window, wondering how the hell Amun would manage in a crowded hospital.

“You know?”

Y/n faced him again, “I have my suspicions but I know if I say it aloud and I’m correct I can’t stay the way I am.”

“And just what way is that y/n?”

“Human.” Carlisle was frozen. Amun wasn’t one to break the law he of all people wouldn’t risk it. How did he even run into this human. Y/n pressed her lips together and smiled knowing full well she was right.

“Well, this has been fun but if I could get my discharge papers. I need to call him and try and stop his uhm unnecessary worry.”

The blonde creature sighed. “I’m afraid it’s too late for that.”

“He’s here already?”

“I’m afraid s—”

“Carlisle. Why am I not surprised?” Amun said as he leaned against the doorway

“Amun.” Carlisle nodded at him, “it’s been awhile.”

“Yes well, I try to keep it that way.”

Carlisle sighed and turned back to y/n, “I’ll check on you in a few hours.” He quickly left the two to talk.

“Before you say anything, I’m totally fine. Just a headache.”

Amun crossed over to the hospital bed, placing the back of his hand on y/ns cheek. “This shouldn’t have happened.”

“Nothing happened.”

“If you had stayed with me nothing would have happened. What would have happened if you had made it home and no one took you to the hospital?” Y/n could see how hard he was trying to remain calm, what was worse is he was right. But at the moment her family counted on her, and as much as she wanted to run away she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Not yet, her mom was sick and I he rest of her family depended on her to stay strong. Amun had already found a way to help out monetarily when he learned about her hesitancy and tried his best not to push. But he had no intentions of losing y/n.

“I’m not ready.”

“You realize I have no control of something happening to you. You could walk out and be hit by a car. There could be a fire in your building. And then— I can’t make it fast enough to save you then.”

“I know. You’re right. But—“

“But nothing. You need to decide if you are willing to leave your life behind.”

“Amun please. I gave you a date. We are less than a year away.”

“And if your mother pulls through, or the rest of your family can’t handle the grief and you worry what leaving will do? What then?”

Y/n felt tears prick her eyes. She hated being wrong. Two halves of her fighting for control over her decisions. Would she be able to leave when the time came? “If I can’t leave?”

“You know the answer my dear.” Amun refused to meet her eyes. He loved how much she wanted to take care of everyone it was something he had always admired, but he wouldn’t risk the volturi thinking he broke a law, he may make it out but y/n…he couldn’t even think about it. He also couldn’t make her choose, not really. He would have trouble choosing between his own family they’d been through too much. He sighed and reigned himself to look at her. “Perhaps it is for the best if we part ways. I can’t make you choose. It wouldn’t be right.”

“Wait—what? No. No please.” Amun could both hear and see on the monitor her heart rate increase.

“Y/n please. Try and calm down, we can continue this conversation later.” His heart seemed to catch in his throat, he wondered if he would even be able to stay away.

Y/n shook her head. “N-no”

“Y/n, I wouldn’t just disappear. I promise. But you need to relax, we can talk more when I take you home.”

He said it with such finality y/n allowed her tears to fall, she clasped one of hands between hers “promise? We can think of something please.”

“Yes. Now rest.”

Y/n didn’t release her hold on his hand. The tears made her weak, bringing a wave of drowsiness over her. Amun used his other hand to run it down her hair. Shushing her as if she were a child to try and lull her to sleep. She hated that it worked.

It must have been a few hours when she woke back up again. Y/n began panicking at the lack of Amuns presence but turned to see Amun and Carlisle muttering with eachother.

“Just think about it.” Carlisle said as he spun around to leave the room

“What was that about?” Y/n asked knowing what his response would be

“Nothing.” Y/n sighed, so it was about her, she thought. “Carlisle brought your discharge papers I’ll take you home when you’re ready.”

Y/n looked down at her arms, relief flooded at the sight of being free from ivs. Amun put the suitcase from her flight on the seat he had previously been on. “You should wash up. Carlisle did me the favor of getting halfway decent toiletries.” He said as he put another bag down. “I’ll be right outside. Take your time.”

Before y/n could protest he stepped outside the hospital room. She cursed under her breath, well aware he could probably hear. No more words had passed between them and still y/n could pieces of her shattering at the possibility of her future slipping from her grasp. Y/n stalled getting ready trying to prolong the inevitable.

Amun was silent when she walked out of the room. Just standing up and taking her things for her.

“I bought tickets for your flight home.”

Dammit. She had forgotten she wasn’t even close to home. This was supposed to be her last connection. “Okay.”

The drive to the airport was silent. Neither of them daring to talk. It wasn’t until Amun parked the rental car they were forced to face the conversation.

“Please say something.” Y/n begged

“Y/n neither of us can leave our families. We are too responsible for them.”

“There’s nothing I can say to change your mind?”

Amun took a deep breath. Honestly there were a lot of things to change his mind. But he also knew he had to be one to make the hard decisions. “Perhaps in another life, this would have been much simpler.”

“I want this life. This—“ she y/n let out a groan, “it’s not fair.”

“I wish I could not worry so much.”

“If I was in your position i would have done the same.” Y/n sighed. She couldn’t believe a few days ago she had taken a vacation to see him. Everything had felt so perfect. Now as he walked with her towards the security checkpoint to see her off, she could feel a part of herself detaching. Some part of y/n that would cling to that possibility of staying with Amun. A part of her that would follow him, always. The two passed through the security checkpoint, now as they walked through the giant airport the two stayed silent.

“Your flight won’t leave for another hour or so.” He warned her. Great, she thought, can’t wait to be all alone. They arrived at the rail link she hesitated, his flight would be another side of the airport. Was this it, she wondered. He tugged her hand back before she stepped into the line to leave, hugging her tighter than he had ever allowed himself too. Y/n returned it, wishing things could have been different.

“How much longer do you have?” Y/n whispered, how much longer can I have you is what she meant

“I have a bit longer to wait I fear.” Y/n breathed in his scent wanting to hang on to whatever she could have of him. “Take care of yourself, y/n. I mean it.”

Y/n chuckled sadly but nodded. He led her to her rail car before he could change his mind. She willed herself to stop crying when she felt stares on her. She refused to look up as the door closed on her dream. Amun walked as quick as human was allowed to walk to get away from y/n. He continued to debate himself on whether Carlisle had been right, would he even be able to stay away from her. For both of their sakes he hoped so.

It didn’t take y/n long to find her seat. She plugged her phone in, it was time to face her families voices, it was guaranteed that they would have been calling the second she didn’t call when she landed. She was surprised it was just two calls from her mother. She wondered if the hospital had given them an update somehow considering they got his name off of piece of paper in your backpack you weren’t sure how that would have happened.

“Mom?”

“Oh my god y/n how are you feeling?”

“Im…” fine? She wasn’t fine, if anything she was far from that, “I’ve been better. How are you doing?”

“I’ve been better.” Unlike y/n her mom had a lightheartedness to her comment, “y/n…do you need to tell me something?”

“What do you mean?”

“You never told me Amun was more than just a friend…no wonder you wanted to go to Egypt!”

“Yo-you know about Amun and I?”

“I admit not much thanks to you, young lady.” She joked, “but the second he was on his way to make sure you were okay he called us to let us know what was going on. He’s so sweet. And such a gentleman.”

“Yeah mom but…”

“He has to come over sometime.”

“Mom, me and Amun aren’t even together anymore. It’s not gonna—it didn’t work out.”

There was a long pause, “oh honey what happened?”

“Neither of us can really relocate and it’s stressful to be continents apart.”

“Y/n, you listen to me. You are always spending your time trying to take care of me. You have no time to live your own life.”

“Mom stop.”

“No. You go find him before he leaves, figure something out.”

Y/n stared at the ceiling, this woman was just as stubborn as Amun if not more. “Mom I can’t just uproot my life.”

“Why not? Live a little, for me.”

Y/n began crying again. The weight of the sky felt like it had lifted off her shoulders.

“Oh stop crying, you always look like a wreck when you cry. Come home for a little bit and figure out how to move everything there, we will have plenty of time to spend together. Besides I want to meet the man that stole your heart.”

“You’re crazy you know that.”

“Of course, life’s to short to not be a little crazy that would be boring. Now. Stop stalling and go, I’ll see you when you land.”

The second the phone clicked y/n sprinted back towards the rail cars. They couldn’t move fast enough and she half thought it would be too late. Amun heard her coming, of course he began to worry what had happened. He moved his way through the crowd worried about moving too quick and drawing attention to himself. Y/n met his eyes, out of breath she walked over to him.

“Y/n. What happened?”

“Stay with me.” She said cutting him off

“I’m sorry?”

“Just for a few months. You stay meet my family and in a few months we go to back to Egypt. I swear. We can worry about when and what you’ll change me into when we move back.”

“I-i don’t understand.”

“I want to be with you in this lifetime but I want to be with my mom for a little bit longer. So stay with me for a little longer. And we can work out the rest.”

Amun closed the gap between them cupping her face and bringing it up to kiss him. Words wouldn’t be able to explain the elation he felt. Maybe Carlisle had been right this time but thank whatever god there was that he was right.

As the two walked back to her terminal hand in hand he owed it to her to ask, “You’re sure?”

“I mean yeah, you’ve got my mothers blessing already anyways.” Amuns confusion was all she needed to know she’d made the right choice, he would never know just how much he meant to her. And likewise, his only concern was that he had somehow gotten his y/n back, and he’d be damned if he ever let her go again.

[sevendeadlymorons]

Ok mc is still unused to devil Dom and the house and the boys so they usually wake up in the middle of the night, if they even sleep at all the first few weeks. Just them their thought a hot cup o any beverage on the big chair in the library at 2 am just lost and a little sad.. who would find them first how would they react? I just had this idea in my had for such a long time and!!!! Sorry but I positively love your works so much!!

Just pretend that Belphie wasn’t locked up and he was there in the start of the game, ok? Ok.

Thank you! And this is so sweet I’m loving it :,)

Brothers Reaction to Newly Acquainted MC Sitting Alone At Night

You’d woken up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night for the third time this week, hyperventilating after the nightmare you’d just endured. You check your surroundings but quickly realise that you weren’t in your room, but in the room you were assigned to when you were dragged to the Devildom against your will. You sigh and hold your head in your hands, desperately trying to shake away the irrational fear you’d embedded deep inside of you the past few nights. You knew you weren’t going to be sleeping tonight so you decide to get up and go grab a hot drink and sit in the huge chair you saw in the library when you walked past with that demon. When you’d finished making your drink and sat down in the chair, ready to start drinking it, you hear the floor boards creak from across the room...

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Lucifer

Seeing the eldest of the brothers in the middle of the night wasn’t exactly the most comforting situation to be in, but you composed yourself as best as you can when he spotted you and walked in to the room, sitting down dangerously close to you. Lucifer stares at you questioningly, wondering why you were up so late. He was going to say something but felt, since you’re new here, it may stress you, so he kept quiet.

Time passed and you two were still sat in silence, awkwardly sipping on your now lukewarm drink. You wanted so badly to just get up and leave but God, he had a presence that made you stiff. You thought you were about to lose it until he finally spoke, breaking the painful silence around you. He told you softly that if something was troubling you, that he would try and help, his eyes glistening in the ray of moonlight from the open window, making him look like an angel, causing you to feel much more relaxed. You nod politely and go back to drinking your drink, his gaze still locked on you, but now, it felt more comfortable. He went on to talk about Diavolo’s plans for the future and how you were helping them get there, reminding you how grateful he is to have you here. It was a nice thought, honestly.

Hearing such soothing words from him calmed you down, overall, and you both talked about music and hobbies. He wasn’t such a bad presence in the end, and his smile still makes you feel safe whenever you think about it.

Mammon

The demon you knew to be Mammon walked into the room with a surprised look on his face. Obviously you wasn’t the person he was wanting to see at 2 in the morning... Ever since you first lay eyes on him, you knew he was the more eccentric brother, as he quickly became quite vocal and perhaps even comfortable in your presence?

He marched towards you straight away, your paranoia rising as you wonder what he was going to do. But instead of all these awful things you’d thought up in your head, he stopped in front of you and started telling you how late it is, calling you foolish. You thought you saw concern flash in his eyes for a brief second as he was nagging you though. He sighed and shrugged, realising that you may just be overwhelmed, so he took a seat next to you and just went silent, letting you dwell in your thoughts, but not entirely letting go of the fact it was still very late and you had RAD tomorrow and he wasn’t going to be the demon to drag you out of bed.

Weirdly, in the end, he made you feel more relaxed somehow? He obviously showed some care for you and that made you feel a bit more secure in your surroundings. He was just who you needed to see in that moment.

Leviathan

Seeing the third born, Leviathan, came as a shock to you more than it did to him. As soon as he saw you, he rolls his eyes and huffs, then continues on to what you imagined to be the kitchen. You thought he’d left at first, leaving you in a peaceful silence with just you and your hot drink, alone in thought. Then, why do you feel so hurt by him ignoring you...? Your thoughts continue to attack you, until another creak echoed into the room. It was him again.

He looked into the room at where you were sitting; it looked like he was deciding whether to walk on or comfort you. He seemingly made up his mind as he walked in and sat down opposite you. You knew he was awkward to be around as soon as you met him, and you weren’t surprised whatsoever when he pulled out his phone and started playing a game, the light from the screen illuminating his face. You noticed his eyes darting up every few seconds, maybe to check you were still there and you hadn’t left him? He wasn’t going to say anything anytime soon, and you knew that, so you sceptically asked him what game he was playing. He didn’t even look at you when he answered, his eyes glued to the screen as he quickly tapped buttons on his phone. You chuckle, telling him you play it too, and you’ve never seen someone’s neck snap up to look at you so fast in your life. His eyes light up as he begins to talk about his favourite characters, then going to ask you yours. He was like an entirely different person; he even dashed up to sit right next to you, showing you all his rare cards, but then blushing after your legs brush against eachother.

Levi made you feel safe, and like you had someone to relate to. Talking to him was also like talking to an old friend, insults included. He really was a joy to be around.

Satan

From out of the shadows, you realise it was Satan, a face that you trusted because of his tranquillity and ability to stay more or less level headed. He obviously came in to have some alone time as he looked like he didn’t expect to see you sitting alone at this hour. But nonetheless, he flashes you a comforting smile, making you relax just a bit, but you still kept your guard high; he was a demon after all...

He quietly minded his own business and went to pick out a book from the various shelves. Reading at this hour sounded a bit odd to you, but perhaps he couldn’t sleep like you? He pulled out a book and sat down on a large chair besides you. The silence was almost deafening as the two of you sat in complete silence for what felt like hours, the only sound audible was the rustle of paper and the sip you made as you drank your drink. You was tempted to get up and leave but he suddenly spoke in a calm and soothing manor, something you never expected from him. He asks several questions, from what your favourite book is, to your favourite genre, and even told you if you ever needed something, come to him and he’d sort it out. He was a kind soul at heart, you noticed, sharing his love for cats with you and watching his eyes light up as he continues to tell you about the ones he looks after outside.

He made the night just that bit better. All you wanted was a friendly face and Satan provided that, along with a much needed conversation.

Asmodeus

You sighed as you realised it was just Asmo. He was probably the least threatening to you compared to his brothers, but you had to admit, being alone at night with the Avatar of Lust did feel slightly unsettling. He caught on to your presence pretty quickly and casually walked over to you, flashing you a big smile and a friendly wave. You cautiously smiled back and went back to drinking your beverage.

He was unsurprisingly friendly, starting up a conversation, or a lecture, you suppose, about how you shouldn’t be up this late unless you want your skin to suffer. He talked quite a lot about himself, so thankfully you didn’t have to respond much, and instead stuck to drinking and nodding occasionally to show you’re still listening. He even gave you little compliments to try and cheer you up; complimenting your hair and skin to which you laughed and thanked him. But he never took his eyes off your hands for some reason, and you couldn’t understand why until he took your hands in his and you soon realised you’d been shaking. He looked at you with sparkling eyes, his tone suddenly quite serious as he began to tell you that if you ever felt lonely or distressed, come to him and he’ll make you feel all better. You couldn’t help but smile and look down in embarrassment, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand soothingly.

After sitting with Asmo for a while, you came to realise he actually had such a kind heart. His aura was calming and you felt safe. He definitely improved your mood.

Beelzebub

Coming from around the hallway was Beelzebub. He always threatened you in a way, what with his large frame that towered over yours and the way you don’t think you’ve seen him smile yet. How could you not be slightly worried about his intentions? He didn’t see you as he made his way to the kitchen next door. You sighed and went back to drinking your hot drink, staring into your lap and feeling painfully lonely. You heard yet another creak and quickly looked up, but all you could see was a stockpile of food held by none other than Beel himself.

You felt your heart leap out your chest in shock. You didn’t even hear him come towards you. He kept staring at you with that same emotionless expression, but when you looked closer, it wasn’t a scary one, or a threatening one. He sat down across from you and started to eat through the huge pile of food he’d gathered, an entire steak lasting maybe 5 seconds. You got heartburn just from watching him so you turned away and continued to sip your drink, listening to the awkward sounds of Beel devouring his next piece of meat. Not even 5 minutes later and you look up and notice all the food was gone, all that was left was this huge grin on his face. In that moment, you felt peaceful, like his smile was lighting up the room and making you feel better already. He looked at you and smiled that same smile, causing you to smile back. He was actually such a happy soul and you soon started talking about your favourite foods and he even got up to get you some fruits that you said you enjoyed.

He was comforting to be around and your first impression on him was no longer as negative. He made you feel safe and you knew you could be open with him without judgment.

Belphegor

Out from around the corner was Belphegor. You could’ve swore he went to sleep ages ago, so you thought he’d be one of the brothers you could avoid, but apparently not. He didn’t even say anything to you as he walked in, blanket and pillows in tow, and spread himself out on the couch across from you, falling straight asleep.

You had no idea what just happened as you listened to his gentle snores, feeling like you’re intruding on something even though you knew he was the one who walked in here and fell asleep right in front of you. You felt slightly weird just watching him sleep and instead focused on finishing your drink and getting out of there. The drink was still hot so you couldn’t exactly just down it, and leaving straight away would’ve just looked weird, what if he wakes up and sees you staring at him? You couldn’t calm yourself as multiple thoughts rushed through your head at the same time, leaving you with a pounding headache. You didn’t even notice the demon across from you peaking one of his eyes open to watch you carefully. You hear him call out your name suddenly, disrupting your panicking thoughts. You stare straight at him and see that he’s now sat up, the blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He apologises for interrupting you and tells you that his twin, Beel, was just snoring too loud and it woke him up, so he came to sleep down here. You smile and nod, but still felt kinda weird. He notices and proceeds to get up and sit right next to you, wrapping you up in his blanket and resting his head on your shoulder, telling you to sleep as you look tired. You blink in surprise but agree silently, waiting for him to fall asleep before trying to yourself.

Belphie was a soothing demon to be around. He never smiled much, but he was warm and made you feel safe and wanted, even if you did sorta play the role of a pillow for him. Falling asleep was quite easy with him around.

I had way too much fun with this, holy shit, thank you to whoever sent this me

[yourlocalmaraudersbabe]

Your hcs are wonderful, can I request one where sirius meets the reader's family for the first time? Hope your day goes well 💓

“How could anyone not love you?”

Summary: Headcanons of Sirus meeting your family (I honestly don’t even know if you’d call these headcanons)

A/N: The thought of this was just so heartwarming, I love this

Word count: 861

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When it comes time for Sirius to meet your parents, he would be so nervous. You’d be relaxed, already knowing they’re going to love him, but he’d be absolutely freaking out.

Like nearly hyperventilating freaking out. Having problems with his own family made him weary to meet yours. He knew they weren’t bad in the same ways, but he was worried about what they would think of him.

Nights you’d spend with him in secret, would be nights spent reassuring him, letting him know it’d all be okay while he laid his head against your chest.

If you had any siblings, he’d have already met them from the countless times he’s been over while your parents were not. He’d get along pretty well and they knew not to really say anything.

He’d connect with them just as if he were their sibling, playing games, talking, offering advice. Though, you warned them not to take the advice seriously, almost always cracking the joke about his name.

Maybe you finally got together with Sirius a couple years after Hogwarts. You’d usually spend Fridays with your family, coming home to spend time with your siblings you didn’t see much of, or maybe just seeing the family pet.

But once you were with Sirius, you’d now spend some Fridays with him, or even just the evening, whether it be out on a date or a night in your flat. Which, of course, prompted your parents to question where you would disappear to. “Where are you going? We haven’t eaten yet?”

But let's imagine you two were together at Hogwarts.

During summers, you stuck with the story of “Sirius is just a friend” when he would be over. That was until he had left flowers at your door with a love letter attached for your anniversary, not thinking about your parents possibly seeing.

In his defense, you’d said they were out running errands, but they happened to be back earlier than expected.

So now, a couple weeks later, Sirius stood at your door, flowers in hand with his fingers crossed behind his back that you would answer it, not your parents. And that you did. “Hi,” you said, smiling.

“Oh thank Merlin.” He let his breath go, visibly relaxing his shoulders.

“You’re going to be just fine, Sirius.”

He stepped in, just as he’s done hundreds of times before. If you had siblings, they wouldn’t think twice about him being there, they’d only tease him about the flowers in his hands if you hadn’t done it first.

He’d stammer over his words, barely even getting them out, trying to explain they were for your parents. And speaking of which, Sirius asked where they were.

“They’re out grabbing last minute things for dinner. They want it to be perfect for you,” you explained as you walked over to your couch, urging him to sit with you.

He sat hesitantly and you tucked him under your arm, smoothing back his hair on the side of his head. “It’s really going to be alright,” you reassured, pressing a kiss to the top of his hair. “You’ll get along well with them.”

You shared a few minutes alone before your parents walked in hastily, already preparing the food before they even took their shoes off. “Hello,” your dad nodded, passing the room’s doorway.

Your dad would do a double take, walking backwards and properly introducing himself, while your mother was completely oblivious to your boyfriend even being in the house.

She’d come into the living room, patting her hands dry with a hand towel, eyebrows knitted together, starting to ask why Sirius was so late. She stopped herself short when she saw her husband talking to the dark haired boy.

Your mother stuttered out an apology for not noticing and instantly, Sirius would earn points for bringing flowers.

She’d sit down a little for conversation, but go to check on the food she and her husband were cooking, soon calling out that it was ready.

Sirius would help set the table with you, talking across the kitchen with your parents as if they’ve known each other for a lifetime. They clicked, conversation coming along easily for them, making you a little relieved as well.

And it carried on through dinner. You could already imagine yourself, hours laters, alone with Sirius.

“I told you so.”

“Told me what exactly?”

“I told you that you’d get along with them well,” you said.

After dinner, your parents said to go have some time to yourselves. “We love Sirius so much. You go be with him, dear. We won’t keep him any longer.”

Which was what brought you here, lying on the grass, looking up at the stars, Sirius next to you, picking at his fingers.

You grabbed his hand, rubbing the top gently with your thumb.

“I don’t know,” he worried.

“Sirius don’t even start,” you chuckled. “You know they love you. They told me themselves.”

“What if they were just saying that? Y’know, just to be polite?”

You sat up on your elbows, squeezing his hand. You touched his cheek, pressing your lips carefully against his. “How could anyone not love you?”

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[wandaownsthisass]

Why'd You Have to Leave? -- Wanda Maximoff x Reader

a/n: You and Wanda have a fight, she leaves, proving to you that everyone leaves eventually.

-- This fic idea was very random & I'm not sure I like the ending but what can ya do 🤷‍♀️ I hope y'all enjoy it.

Words: 5359

Warnings: Angst! Some swearing & mentions of alcohol, brief mention of a panic attack. NSFW. 18+ Only.

You knew this would happen.

I mean it always does, sometimes sooner than others. But it is inevitable really. In the end, you were always the one to blame, because truthfully it was you who drove people away.

Over and over and over, until they could not take it any longer.

Over and over and over again, you proved to yourself that no one would stay.

So really, you knew this would happen.

It didn’t hurt any less though, watching the person you truly thought would stay, just leave.

She was only supposed to be gone for a month, on a mission that required her to go undercover, no phone calls, no texts, no mail. Nothing. Silence for an entire month, which normally you could have handled but the fight before her departure replayed in your mind, like a broken record.

Except a broken record was once whole, and you’re not sure the relationship you had with Wanda was ever that.

The tears. The shouting. The door slamming. And then silence, complete silence.

And when the day came around for Wanda to come back home, you waited impatiently by the door, ears perking up at every small sound, heart racing when the distant chatter from the team got just a little louder. But then it was almost 10 at night, and worry started to flood your thoughts.

It didn’t last long before a knock came at your door, it was so light you thought you imagined it. Anxiety filling you, you held your breath before replying “Come in”.

You watched slowly as the door creaked open, almost as if the person behind it was hesitant to enter.

It was Natasha, and you felt the dread creep back up your body, reaching your throat, tightening as you held back the tears that threatened to breakthrough.

You didn’t dare speak, for the fear of cracking in front of her. Instead, you let her take the lead, as you chewed insistently on your bottom lip.

“How are you doing?” She whispered, approaching slowly, coming to a stop at the end of your bed.

You nodded, gesturing for her to take a seat. Which she did, and you sat for a moment, almost unsure of how to answer.

Miserable. Scared. Maybe even grieving.

You settled with an “I’m fine”

She disliked your response, her brows furrowed at your words.

“You’ve barely left your room this past month, we’re worried about you”

You scoffed, irritated at the sudden interest in your well-being.

“Why are you here Nat?” You spat.

Your voice breaks, and you’re not even sure if she heard the next words, “Is she coming home?”

The blonde doesn’t even need to reply, her expression failing her instantly, a look of pity directed at your sad state.

“Get out”

Natasha doesn’t bother trying to fight with you, uttering “She’s alive Y/N, I think she just needs time alone”

And with that, she leaves. Her words cut deeper than you thought they would.

She consciously decided to leave you, longer than needed for a stupid mission, not even bothering to tell you herself.

And in some dark twisted way, you thought her death would hurt less.

By the time the next month rolled around, any hope you had left started to die off. Natasha was the only one that heard from Wanda, once a week you would watch Natasha rush off to a secluded area, engaging in a hushed conversation. The calls only lasted a few minutes and although you had started to occupy yourself with other tasks, you couldn’t help but feel the gut-wrenching ache in your stomach when the blonde would look over at you.

A few more weeks passed by and it was an unbearably warm day, which you spent outside suffering through one of Steve’s grueling workouts when you heard the familiar buzz of the Quinjet approaching the compound.

Despite your condition, you noticed Steve’s worried features glance your way before running off to the approaching jet.

There it was. That dread and sadness you worked so hard to push down, came flooding back like a dam bursting.

Even from this far away you knew it was her. Her red hair glistening in the sweltering sun. You watched the rest of the team sweep her into hugs, but your interest in her was interrupted by a taller unfamiliar figure standing behind her.

You could barely make out their appearance, but they were not human. Skin coloured an unnatural red and blue. Almost synthetic-like. Their presence instantly leaving a bad taste in your mouth.

You waited for everyone to head inside before making your way to your room to shower.

You had hoped the cold water would shock the unwelcome feelings from your mind, but time alone only served to create more.

Taking a deep breath, you prepared to enter the living room, where the team was catching up with Wanda and the new guest. You hesitated though, inching closer and closer to the doorway, before changing your mind, turning on your heel back the direction you came.

You had nearly turned around before a quiet voice halted your movements.

You froze just as Wanda’s voice hitched.

“Y/N?” she whispered; goosebumps forming immediately over your skin because it was like hearing her voice for the first time. Was her accent always this prominent?

You could have kept going. You could have ignored her and pretended like you didn’t care. But she was right behind you, and the desire to see her face after all this time overtook you.

You shifted your weight, taking a long deep inhale, bracing yourself. Turning around you averted your eyes, attempting to take her in slowly, hoping to warm up to see her face again after all this time.

So, you did just that and once your eyes arrived at her face, you realized no amount of preparation would have sufficed.

Her eyes seemed lighter like they were no longer burdened by the dullness of the compound and familiarity of her old life. It was as if they belonged to someone else, a person who you struggled to recognize.

Had it been that long? Did she always have that many freckles?

You shook your head, frustrated at the thoughts filling your head, and embarrassment began to creep up realizing you had yet to answer her.

“You’re back” You whispered back; afraid your voice may break if you talked any louder.

She hesitated, paused, observed you like she used to. So, you observed her back. Watched her watch you, a flitter occurring deep in your belly. Subconsciously shifting again on your feet, drawing her out of her stupor, she cleared her throat to answer, “Yeah I thought it was about time”

About time? Almost as if you were just an old friend, and it was time to play catch-up.

A dry laugh fell out of you. “Well, how nice of you to come back.”

A sigh crossed her lips, her eyes flickering down for a moment before returning to your intense gaze. “We should talk.”

“I have nothing to say to you,” you spat back, eyes narrowing. “You said enough when you left without another word, and you said, even more, when you didn’t come back.”

Tears welled in your eyes, memories returning like unwanted guests. That’s when the tears started. That’s when you lost hold of your composure. Because her presence used to be warm. She was back, she came back. Her presence should have relieved you.

But it didn’t. It just hurt, cut open the wound you thought you started to patch back together, but just like that she ripped you open again. And you lost control, again.

You didn’t give her a chance to answer. Because nothing she would say at that moment could fix it. You weren’t sure if anything she would ever say would fix it.

So, you left. You heard her say your name one more time. It was desperate, broken. But you needed space. Tears blurred your vision as your feet carried you to the roof of the compound. You didn’t stay standing for long. The door shut behind you and you crumpled to the ground, sobs wracking your entire body, draining you of any air that was left.

You lied there, hyperventilating, trying desperately to catch your breath. Every fiber of this false control and composure you thought you weaved, just completely unraveled.

You thought you heard someone call your name, but it was so distant and all you could think of, all you felt was the gnawing at your chest.

Hands cupped your wet cheeks, stroking lightly, “Hey hey, Y/N I’m here. Take some deep breaths for me. I’m here”

Your eyes shot open at Wanda’s voice, wanting desperately to rip yourself from her hands. But you didn’t. You didn’t know if it was because you were exhausted or if you wanted to hold onto this feeling for as long as you could. So, you stayed, allowing Wanda to sit behind you, taking the weight of your body against hers.

Her voice wavered, barely holding onto any stability, “That’s it, keep breathing.”

You heard sniffling behind you before her body began to shake. Her tear-stained hand coming into your peripherals for a brief moment.

Your body stiffened at the sight, anger starting to replace any feelings of anguish. You pushed away from her, standing abruptly. You swiveled around to take sight of her. The rims of her eyes were red, tears flowing freely from them.

“What are you doing?” You hissed, ignoring the concern that started to crawl into you.

She wiped another tear.

“I came to see if you were-”

“No. What are you doing back? Why did you come back?”

Anger laced itself in your voice. It took you straight back to that night. It was a stupid fight, both of you too stubborn to admit feelings, too stubborn to stop pushing one another away, too afraid to admit that you were in love. So, you snapped. You pushed to see how much it would take for her to walk away, how much she could handle. To see if she would stay.

It was wrong. It was childish. You knew that. You didn’t blame her; it was your fault after all. You pushed to prove that everyone leaves, and she proved it again.

You could see her reliving that night as well, her eyes staring hard at the ground below her. Her jaw clenched.

"I-I couldn't stand to be away from you any longer. I missed you."

“Stop. Just stop! I don’t want to hear that bullshit.” You yelled.

And you didn’t give her a chance to reply, “All those secret phone calls with Natasha, you couldn’t have just called to tell me yourself? I had to be told by Natasha that you wouldn’t be coming back. That’s all I got. How fucking pathetic. This time don’t follow me.”

The door slammed behind you. You turned the corner at the end of the stairwell and ran right into the stranger you had yet to meet. You glared up at him. His presence fuelled your anger.

“Hello Miss Y/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Do you know where Wan-”

“The roof. Now get out of my way.”

He’s pushed to the side, hitting the wall lightly as you brushed past him.

You spent that night in your room, huddled in blankets. Knocks came and went at your door. Each one met with a strangled fuck off, eventually taking the hint you wanted to be left alone.

You spent days in your room, losing track of time. The cycles of day and night coming and going like a blur, like scenes from a movie.

Once in a while, you could register a hushed voice from outside your room. You started to think you were just hallucinating them at times.

Then your solitude was interrupted by a presence entering your room. You didn’t see who it was. You were enveloped by the safety of your blankets, excluding any light that dared to enter your room.

“Y/N? I brought you some food”

It was Peter. You nearly broke at his voice, sadness lacing his words. He was by far your closest friend but being so busy at college you rarely saw him anymore. He knew of the current circumstances, but like most people, you shut him out.

You could only assume Natasha or Steve was responsible for his arrival at the compound. But it was a presence you welcomed. It surprised you. You were so sure that the past days spent alone in your room, you had officially cried out every feeling possible. You felt utterly empty. Endless nothingness.

You peeked out from the safety of your comforter, dry eyes meeting his warm gaze.

“Well, it’s nice to see you. I brought your favourite pizza. Although there is a catch, you do have to share with me,” He smiles, leaning over to grab the food.

“Thank you”

You cringed at the sound of your voice. It was hoarse. It was dry. It was so weak.

The two of you sat in silence for a while. You groaned at the taste of the pizza, finally realizing how malnourished your body was. It wasn’t long before it was gone.

“What time is it?”

“10 am and it’s Sunday”

Sunday. That meant it had been three days since Wanda returned.

“You brought me pizza at 10 am?” You laughed. The sound shocked you at first, you couldn’t remember the last time you laughed. It saddened you.

He smiled at that, “Well, who said you can’t eat pizza at 10 am? Plus, I thought you might need it. I’ve been worried about you. We all have. I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner, I tried. I-I didn’t know how bad it had gotten”

You held up your hand, stopping him from continuing.

“Don’t apologize. Please. I didn’t make it easy”

“I want to ask how you are, but I feel like I know the answer”

You averted your eyes, taking a look around your room. Messy was an understatement. You could barely see the floor. You caught your reflection in a nearby mirror. You broke at the sight. How could you let yourself get like this?

“Hey, I’m right here. It’s going to be ok.”

Peter held you for a while, your tears eventually dying out. You pulled away from his tear-soaked shirt. Embarrassed and exhausted, you look at him, “I’m going to shower.”

You weren’t sure how long you spent washing off the dirt that built up over the past few days. You were angry and annoyed. How could you let her do this to you again?

You pushed away from the thought, instead, relishing in the warm water.

When you returned, clean and in new clothes, your room was tidy. Your bed made and the floor clear of riddled clothes and trash. Peter sat on your bed.

“Wow. Thank you for cleaning, you didn’t need to”

“It’s no problem. Really. I’m here for you. Now let’s go enjoy the day”

The team quieted down immediately at your presence, staring widely at the two of you. You hated the attention. You hated how you searched for Wanda amongst the group. You hated how disappointed you were when you noticed she wasn’t there.

Peter noticed your wandering gaze and grabbed your arm to drag you along.

The sun was blinding. Taking you longer than normal to adjust. But once you did, you stood there letting the warmth encase your entire body. You glanced over at Peter.

“She’s here still. She hasn’t left her room.”

You just stare at him.

“Sorry, is that what you wanted to know?”

You nod, “Has anyone talked to her?”

“Vision did. I don’t think it went too well though. He was thrown out of the room almost immediately. Thankfully he can phase through walls, so she didn’t do much damage.”

You breathe out, “Sounds like her”

Peter clears his throat. “Do you think you’re going to speak to her?”

“I’m not sure if I have anything to say”

You started to walk, and Peter followed. The past days spent in your room allowed you to reflect heavily on the situation. Whether you wanted to accept it or not, you loved Wanda. You’d fell for her the day you met her, nearly 3 years ago. Her presence frustrated you, made you experience things you came to believe you would never understand. She scared you, wholeheartedly.

Her presence also grounded you. Missions spent together allowed the two of you to grow closer, sharing hushed conversations about her life in Sokovia, your life growing up. Sharing painful memories but also the minor details about one another. By now, you could read each other without a second thought.

You didn’t realize the effect she had on you until she left. No one else on the team calmed you like she did. No one else could ever come close to her.

Peter cut in, disrupting your thoughts, “I think you do. I know it’s not my place, but I can see how much you two care about each other. I also know that neither of you have had it easy. But don’t you think you deserve something good? Whatever you two have is special, complicated even, but worth fighting for,”

“Maybe it’s about time you let yourself open up, let yourself have this. If it goes wrong, then at least you tried” He watched you hesitantly, knowing there was a possibility of him receiving a fist to the face.

Instead, you sat with it. Maybe he was right. “I’m scared,” you admitted, taking a deep breath at your vulnerability.

“That means you care, somewhere in that cold heart of yours.”

You shot him a glare, quickly replacing it with a smile. “Yeah, yeah.”

He was right. Not that you would admit that to him, ever. But you did care. You cared a lot. So, you stared at Peter for a moment before heading back inside. You walked right past the rest of the group for the second time, they watched you with curiosity as you headed down the opposing corridor, opposite your room. To Wanda’s.

You didn’t know how long you stood there for. You must have reached up to knock nearly ten times, and just when your fist was about to touch the wood, you froze. If you went in there you had to be vulnerable. You had to admit everything you didn’t want to. Everything you tried so fucking hard to run away from. You would have to do that for this person, and hope, just hope that they would accept all of you.

Wanda decided to be the push you needed. She had heard your battling thoughts from her chair in the corner. Where she had sat for the past days, thinking. She had wondered if you’d ever come. She had battled with just barging into your room and confessing everything. She attempted several times, sneaking out late at night. Nights spent hovered outside your door.

So, when she heard you outside her door, the tightness in her chest started to soften.

Red mist encased the door handle, and you watched as the door creaked open, it startled you at first before you comprehended what was happening. You stepped through the doorway and scanned for Wanda. And you found her, she sat in a chair across from you, she stared intently at you before her features softened, almost as if she still wasn’t sure, it’d be you walking through the door.

You cleared your throat, nervous under her gaze, “Hi”

“Hey, how are you?”

It was awkward.

"I'm go-", you stopped yourself, "I don't know. I have no idea"

She nodded. More silence.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you the other day. It wasn’t very mature of me”

Wanda shifted in her seat, “Don’t apologize. You had-have every right to be angry with me. I’m so sorry Y/N. I really fucked up”, tears ran down her face, which she swiped away almost as fast as they came.

You remained rooted in your spot. Stuck between wanting to comfort her and keeping your distance. You stayed.

“Wanda, I want to be completely open with you. I know I don’t have the greatest track record for being the most vulnerable, but I’ve realized that whatever the outcome is, I need to be honest with you”

You moved to the edge of her bed and took a few minutes to gather your thoughts before continuing, "You are the most important person in my life. I haven't made it easy for you and I didn't make it easy on us. For that, I'm sorry. I hated letting people in, frankly, I didn't let anyone in until I met you. When we met, it was like I could breathe for the first time, which now that I'm saying that it sounds so cliche,"

“I wanted to push you away and prove to myself that everyone just leaves me. I’ll admit, it’s childish and unhealthy but I can’t change what I did. But when you left, it broke me. For a moment I thought you’d be the one to stay. And as much as I hate you for it, I can’t blame you.”

You looked up at Wanda. Taking a moment to catch your breath as the familiar tightness returned.

“I shouldn’t have left. Regardless of how hard it was. I don’t have an excuse for what I did, and I don’t have an excuse for how I handled things. It was immature and I am mad at myself for it. I never wanted to hurt you, I felt that me being there was just adding to the hurt.”

It was your turn for the tears to fall. You wished yours were more controlled, but you couldn’t help the way your body fell victim to everything you had tried to hold in.

Wanda stood immediately, closing the distance before stopping abruptly in front of your legs. You looked up at her through blurry eyes, your hands reached out before you knew what you were doing. Coming into contact with her sweater, you cried harder at the warmth radiating from her body. She stepped in and grasped your hands, placing them on her waist.

Her hands cupped your cheeks, thumbs wiping away the tears. Your knuckles nearly turned white, grasping onto her like she was your lifeline.

“It hurts me when you cry. Yet, I’m the reason for it”

Her hands made their way to yours, reaching back to release them gently from her shirt. Her thumbs continued their movements on the back of your hands. You both stayed there for some time, your tears becoming less frequent and your breath becoming deeper.

“Talk to me please”

Your eyes were closed but you felt her bend down, kneeling in front of you. Your eyes opened and her breath hitched, eyes red and puffy, but remained that bright green.

“Who is he?”

Her brows furrowed for a moment before realizing who it was you were asking about, “Vision?”

“Sure, the red dude”

She smiled briefly, “I met him on the mission, he was one of Stark’s AI’s, I guess he went off on his own for a while before making contact again”, “Why?”

“I think he likes you”

“He had to hear a lot about me while we were together. He knows my heart lies with you,”

“I wanted to wait but I realized waiting is stupid and if I don’t say it now I don’t-”

“I love you. I’m pretty sure I’ve loved you since we first met. I’m sorry it took me so long to say it”

You didn’t know if you’d ever seen Wanda smile so big, the sadness lifting slowly from her eyes, that lightness you saw a few days before returning. The lightness caused by you.

“I love you too. I love you so much. I’m sorry I left, you mean everything to me, I never want you to feel less than that”

You glanced down at Wanda’s lips instinctively, she mirrored your movements before she leaned in slowly to close the distance. Just before your lips touched, you pulled back, ever so slightly, she halted immediately glancing back up at you,

“I don’t think that’s a good idea right now Wan, I still need some time” You replied, hand placed on her chest.

She nodded and went back to her standing position. You cleared your throat before you stood as well, making your way to her door.

“I’ll see you around”

The next few days passed quite quickly, Wanda and you exchanged glances here and there, some turning into lingering moments, it was always you that had to break the contact.

A week later, at The Avengers Annual Charity Gala, you had a little too much to drink. You stood at the bar, gladly accepting the rounds of free drinks being supplied to you by random charity goers, each time thanking you for what you do. Each new person began to weave into one as your vision blurred, the bar counter became the only thing that stood between you and the floor.

You admit, it was irresponsible but that was quickly excused by the rough past few months you had just endured. So, you continued and tried to ignore the redhead and her companion in the corner of the room. Peter approached the bar and ended your fun once you stumbled and knocked over the barstool, apologizing after doing so, “I think that’s enough for her Natasha''

“Peter! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” You exclaimed, throwing your arms around him.

“You can barely stand, come on let’s sit down”

Peter led you over the couches, and you plopped down with a sigh and slumped over almost immediately.

“Oh my god, Peter, have you lied down on these couches before? This is wonderful”

“Drink some water please, Tony will lose it if you puke on these”

He shoved water your way, clearly annoyed at your antics. You sent him a glare before accepting the drink, “Let me have some fun, you know I can’t stay drunk that long anyways”

“Yeah, but you are a reckless one, and this gala is an important one,” He said, taking a seat beside you, as he placed his hand on your lap.

He noticed your eyes watching Wanda and Vision, her head thrown back at something he whispered to her.

“You’re insufferable, why don’t you two just get back together?”

“I need time. I love her but what if we just aren’t meant to be?”

“That’s ridiculous. She loves you. She’s been watching over you the whole night,” Peter admits, rolling his eyes at you.

“Take this as a second chance, God knows what tomorrow will bring, in this line of work you need to count your blessings and live while you can. You love her”

You nod and take another swig of the water. Wanda felt your eyes and twisted her head to meet your gaze.

“Hold this” You shoved the water at Peter before standing up.

You took a deep breath, hesitated for a moment before you pushed through the crowd that stood between you and Wanda. Vision stood there, entranced by Wanda as she spoke, but she wasn’t focused on him nor the conversation, as she watched curiously as you stumbled your way through the partygoers.

“Wanda. Vision” You said as you tried to center yourself after the abrupt movements.

Vision noticed your state, “Are you okay Miss Y/N?”, you stared at him doing your best to be intimidating.

“I need to speak to Wanda. Alone.”

He nodded and excused himself. You took Wanda’s hand in your own and led her behind you to the balcony.

“What’s going on with you?” Wanda spoke, once the two of you were out of earshot from the party.

“I’m being an idiot. I did it again, I pushed you away when I just talked to you about how I didn’t want to do that again. Then seeing you with-” You were cut off as Wanda surged forward, capturing your lips, your words dying in your throat.

You hummed into the kiss as Wanda pushed your body up against the wall, a gasp left you, allowing Wanda’s tongue to slip into your mouth.

You had forgotten how soft her lips were against yours. Her intoxicating smell filled your senses. The sounds of the party began to drown out as your hands gripped her waist, pulling her body flush against yours. One of her hands cupped your cheek, the other reached behind and pulled at the hair resting at the nape of your neck. You groaned loudly as she pulled your head back, exposing your neck to her.

She looked at you for a moment, her irises flashing red before she leaned back down, her teeth sinking into you.

“Fuck, Wanda”

Every worry, every ounce of hesitation, flew right out the window, the familiar feeling of Wanda replacing it all. You were home. She was home. And you were tired of ignoring that.

Wanda was relentless as she moved her way down your body. You clung onto her, worried that without her pinning you against the wall you would surely fall, your knees weak from the attention.

Her hand stopped at the button of your pants, fiddling for a brief moment as her eyes returned to yours. Eyes dark and a smile written across her face,

“What are you smiling at?” You whisper, half-lidded eyes watching her.

“I missed seeing you like this. So desperate for me”

Her accent was thick, lust laced her words. You inhaled sharply, chest heaving, “God-Please fuck me”

The words had barely left your mouth, before she delved back in, taking your mouth into hers while her hands worked your buttons.

One hand around your throat squeezing slightly, the other slipped into your pants, grazing over your soaked underwear.

She let out a moan, muffled by your lips, the vibration shooting right down to your core.

Her fingers ran over your underwear, before they swiftly shoved it out of the way, two fingers sinking deep into you. It was your turn to moan now, violently ripping your mouth from hers as your head slammed back against the wall.

Another moan as the fingers exited fully before they slammed back into you, she continued the movements and curled her fingers before every exit. Just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore, Wanda entered you with three fingers, as her thumb came into contact with your clit, circling it slowly as she slowed her movements for a moment, allowing you to get used to the extra digit.

“I’m so close Wan”

“I know detka, you’re doing so well”

Your stomach tightened as she lifted your right leg around her hip, her fingers diving deeper into you, bottoming out.

“Come for me” Wanda whispered against your skin.

You let go. A wave of pleasure flowed through you as you yelled her name into the night. Your body collapsed against the wall, Wanda being the only thing keeping you standing upright.

Her movements slowed down, as she helped you ride your release. Once your breathing slowed, your eyes peeled open at her just as her fingers entered her mouth, moaning loudly as she sucked off your juices. Releasing them with a pop.

You pulled her in for a kiss, tasting yourself on her lips.

The two of you pulled away, “Sorry, you were saying before?”

You let out a laugh, “I don’t remember anymore”

Wanda reached down, buttoning your pants back up, "I want to try again if that's something you'd want as well?"

“I’d like that”

“Good,” she smiled, “Let’s get back to the party”

After that, there was no more shouting. No more tears. No more doubt. A year passed and the two of you moved into your own home, it wasn’t far from the compound, but it was yours.

You were happy. Wanda left but always came back, returning to your side.

You were home.

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[pogueit]

First Aid Kit

Paring: Pope Heyward x Reader

Summary: You have an accident while attempting to do a new trick and Pope is the man for the job.

Warnings: blood ofc and general first aid stuff nothing too graphic tho!!

WC: 1,994

A/N: There's not enough Pope content!! SO I made some!! Pls enjoy some Pope and Y/N action!

THE GIF IS NOT MINE IT BELONGS TO @rue-bennett !!!!

Saturdays are not meant to be boring, but this scorching afternoon there was nothing to do. John B. went on his weekly date with Sarah, JJ scored a date with a kook he's been eyeing, and Kie was forced to go to a gala on the mainland, so it was just you and Pope alone in the chateau. He had been studying all day for an upcoming chemistry exam he has first thing Monday morning. You tried all day to get his head out of the books, but he was not having any of it. It wasn't until the late afternoon that you got him to go outside with you. Even though his nose was still deep in the piles of notes at least he was outside. You were skating on a horrifically uneven stretch of concrete that was oddly slathered in front of the chateau. Every time he could hear the wheels pop upwards he would snap his eyes to you, cheering you on when you stuck the landing. You were glad that he was far enough away to not be able to see how red your cheeks were. You've had a massive crush on the boy ever since Kie introduced you to the group. Your mom had just moved your ass down to the banks to get a fresh start far away from your poor excuse for a father. She managed to quickly score a job at The Wreck (where you were also forced to work part-time) as head chef. Your mom got on well with the Carrera's who only deemed it appropriate to force their daughter to hang out with you, being new in town and all. Kie wasn’t bothered at all and was glad to have another girl around. After hanging out with her for a single day, you wouldn’t hesitate to take a bullet for her. Kiara didn't introduce you to the knuckleheads right away, since she had taken a liking to you and didn't want to scare you away. The day that she did you remembered Pope had been the last one to say "hey" yet his was the warmest. After that day your stomach would erupt with butterflies whenever you'd even look at him and you would nearly die when your hands would brush against each other in passing. There was just something about him. Maybe it was how he didn't believe in stupid questions, except for JJ's of course, or how he would learn a new subject just to be able to help one of you ace an exam. It could be how the sun sparkled against his wet skin after a long day of swimming or surfing. How relaxed he looks sitting in the driver's seat of the HMS Pogue taking in all that the sun had to offer. You were glad the rest of the crew hadn't caught on yet, especially JB since he's already taken the role as your big brother, even though you're sure that you’re definitely older than him. He would never let you hear the end of it if he knew. The constant pestering, nudging, and side-eyeing would have driven you insane. Your mind slowly drifted back to the boy studying a few feet away from you. The thoughts of those hot summer nights in the cool water with him clouded your brain, so much so you nearly wiped out.

"You good!?" Pope's concerned voice made your head snap in his direction. You knew that the embarrassment on your face was very telling but you just shot him two thumbs up and got back on your board. You shake off any remaining thoughts from your head before attempting your new trick. You were sick and tired of random strangers, but mostly JJ and JB, yelling at you to do a kickflip whenever you were skating. After watching countless videos on kickflips you were basically an expert on them at this point and all you had to do now was actually stick the landing. You slid your right foot to the middle of the board so that your heel was just off the edge while your toes rested in the middle. You shifted your left foot to the tail of the deck and with all the strength you could muster you push down on the tail while your right foot flicked down on the edge of the board. It would have been a spectacular landing if it weren't for the random-ass pebble that your wheel landed on.

"Oh fuck, are you alright!?" Pope was by your side before you even realized you were on the ground. Falling came with the game and you were not fazed at all, since you've had grislier wipeouts than this, but that's before you saw the fountain of blood that poured out of your knee.

"Yeah, I'm fine dude-- I've had-- I need to--The bathroom--" you hobbled quickly into the bathroom at the chateau trying your darndest to not get any blood in the house. By the time you were able to sit down on the toilet, you were seeing stars. Your vision was slowly fading to black and you felt like you were going to vomit. You closed your eyes tightly as you pressed a clump of toilet paper to your knee, which pulled a hiss right from your lungs at the sensation. Promptly, you bit down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from letting out a scream. A light knock came from the door and it couldn't be anyone else but Pope.

"Are you alright in there y/n?" From all the pain you were in you could only hum out a yes as a response, but you knew that would not be a good enough answer for the boy.

"Yeah, just don't--" before you could even finish your sentence he barged in "--open the door, why don't ya". His eyes grew wide at the bloody mess you made in the bathroom, but then quickly softened at the sight of you. Your skin was flushed with developing perspiration clinging to your skin and your lips had gone pale as your lungs suddenly only knew how to hyperventilate.

"Uh, I don’t think it would be in your best interest to say that it looks like a slasher flick was filmed in here" his words made you squeeze your eyes tighter as bloody images flashed before you and it only got harder for you to breathe. Pope stepped inside the rather small bathroom and closed the door behind him. He picked up all the toilet paper you had used for your leg and tossed them into the trash bin before he crouched down next to you.

"Does it still hurt?" His voice was quiet, barely above a whisper, as if you would shatter if he spoke any louder. All you could muster was a tiny nod as the pain took up most of your energy. His hands then gently pried your hands off of your injured knee and inspected it. Since the cut had almost stopped bleeding completely, Pope, was able to see that the wound was deep but not enough for it to garner any stitches and it was free of any debris. Lucky for you because JB had fallen there a couple of weeks ago and Pope had to whip out the tweezers to get all the gravel out of the bloody gash.

"Hey, it's not that bad-- I mean it is bad but it could be worse-- I'm gonna clean it now" the boy got to his feet and helped you sit on the edge of the bathtub with your feet sitting inside the tub. He then washed his hands furiously to avoid infection and gathered all the supplies he needed which consisted of antibacterial soap, antibiotic cream, gauze pads, gauze rolls, and unconditional love and support. Pope helped you undo both your shoes and removed them along with your embarrassing Winnie the Pooh socks. He sat with his legs outside the tub to have easy access to the supplies. After he checked to make sure the water wasn't too hot or too cold Pope moved your leg so your knee was underneath the faucet. The wound's contact with the water wasn't as bad as you thought, but it could’ve been you were distracted by his soothing touches as he held you close to him. Pope was careful not to get any of the soap in the cut just on the surrounding area and when he was finished he made sure to clean the rest of your blood-caked leg up as well. Once you were all cleaned up, he padded your leg dry before he attempted to put ointment on the tender flesh.

"Is it going to hurt?" You squeaked as he retrieved the ointment from the countertop.

"It might sting, but it shouldn't, '' he reassured you, as he brought the ointment-covered q-tip to your knee, but you couldn't help that your knee-jerked away from his touch.

"Ow, fuck!"

"Y/n, I haven't even touched you yet"

"I know, I know, sorry"

"I promise it won't hurt, y/n, and if it does you can punch me or something" even if it did hurt that bad you couldn’t imagine hurting Pope in any way. He once again leaned back in with the q-tip and sure enough, it wasn't painful at all. The ointment soothed the burning sensation of the area which finally allowed you to relax. He then carefully put a gauze pad on the injury, before wrapping your knee securely with gauze. You slid off the edge of the grimy porcelain tub and onto the ground while Pope stood next to the sink and neatly tucked everything back into the first aid kit.

"Uh, thanks--" your words got lost in your throat when your eyes met his warm eyes "--um, dude?" You felt stupid when it came out as a dumbfounded question and the heat quickly rose to your cheeks. If it was any time for you to die you wish it would have happened right then.

"Yeah, any time, y/n" he shot an endearing smile in your direction and you've never wanted to kiss a man so much before in your life.

You both let the awkwardness settle over you. The two of you riddled with hesitancy, but quietly yearned to confess your feelings to one another. He needed to get out of there. Pope gave you a curt nod and a tight smile, but as he headed towards the door there was vacillation in his movements. Before you lost sight of him from the doorway, he turned back around determined.

"Y/N, I gotta--" you were soon on your feet as the last bit of courage you had for your lifetime allowed you to meet him halfway. He didn't bother finishing his sentence as he decided his actions would speak for him. Pope cupped your face in his soft hands and crashed your lips together. The kiss was sweet, sweeter than anything you've ever experienced before. His plump lips gilded confidently over your timid ones. As the fire inside of you diminished your shyness you shifted yourself forward onto your tippy toes to deepen the kiss. Your movements caused you to pin Pope against the bathroom wall and you could feel him smile against your lips. His velvet tongue dragged against your bottom lip for permission to explore you further and you were more than eager to let him.

"Fucking finally!" The familiar voice of the rowdy klepto caught you guys by surprise causing both of you to jump away from each other.

"I guess I'm forty bucks richer, I knew you had it in ya, Pope!" JJ beamed as he walked towards the two of you and you playfully rolled your eyes at the blonde-haired boy.

"Fuck off!" Pope giggled and slammed the door in JJ's face before he turned to face you.

"Now, where were we?"

[the-last-kenobi]

I... don’t have a reason for this one. it’s been sitting in my drafts for months so here we go.

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Pale tiled floors, shining from regular cleanings and scattered with a few mismatched rugs in warm, rustic tones, each one made from different fibers and threads, each one showing signs of wear.

A long window, curtained over with sheer fabric that still permitted the light of dawn to suffuse the room. It filtered lazily over the furniture, just as mismatched and well-loved as the rugs, and the less tidy kitchen, a grey pot still spattered with an orange sauce left absent-mindedly on the stovetop.

A pair of boots discarded sloppily in the small space before the entry door. Large, mud-spotted, scuffed — Qui-Gon’s, abandoned in a fit of sarcastic humor when he kicked them off the afternoon before, returning at last from a months-long mission.

A book, an actual paperbacked edition with edges made soft by use, by fingers lovingly and unthinkingly caressing the ridges and the binding, lying on the side table next to the coziest chair — Obi-Wan’s, deliberately set aside late last night when he realized he’d been reading much longer than he’d meant to.

Now, just after dawn, it was not surprising that the Master was the first to wake.

Qui-Gon exited his own room and paused in the common area, drinking in the familiarity, eyeing the book with knowing amusement. He went to the window and with what some of the crankier Masters would have called flagrant laziness, waved his hand and let the Force gently part the curtains.

It was not much brighter without them; they were sheer as it was and the smoggy vista this morning did not allow for much sun.

Still, sunshine was sunshine, polluted or not, and Qui-Gon relaxed as it washed over him, barefoot and still wearing his nightclothes under an old robe that had grown so ratty he had cleaned it and resigned it to the realm of comfort clothing.

He looked at the book again and smirked, shaking his head; as he walked past it towards the other door in the room, he ran a finger over the cover, feeling the ridges of the embossed title. Still, he thought, no excuses. I warned him we’d begin today with meditation. He can sleep in tomorrow.

“Obi-Wan,” he said, and opened the door to the boy’s room, a smaller and more cramped version of his own.

The light was greyer, here; the sunlight didn’t quite cross the threshold, and the solar-lamp on the desk was unlit. Shadows played with his eyes for a moment, and then Qui-Gon focused on the form on the bed, folded messily in the soft white sheets, curled on one side with one arm tucked beneath the pillow and the other dangling off the side of the bed.

“Obi-Wan,” he said again, cheerfully speaking with totally unnecessary volume. “Good morning.”

No response.

Snorting quietly, Qui-Gon approached the bed, reaching down to ignite the lamp as he did.

Golden light spilled out, and Obi-Wan’s soft golden-red hair burned like fire in response. Still, he slept on, his face turned towards his pillow and the sheets half-covering his cheek and nose.

“Padawan,” Qui-Gon said, exasperated now. “Good morning.”

He tugged on the braid that he had helped retie less than twelve hours ago, and Obi-Wan’s head twitched on the pillow as he was pulled, but the boy didn’t even blink.

“Star’s sake,” mumbled Qui-Gon, and pulled harder.

Obi-Wan’s whole head turned, his neck limp and unresisting at that mild tug, and the stark white face with its closed eyes and slack lips stared upwards, completely still.

Qui-Gon’s soul felt like it had lurched right out of his body.

He collapsed on his knees on the bed, kneeling over his apprentice, hands moving to frame the pale face and finding cool, stiff skin without a trace of the grouchy blush the poorly rested teenager would have given him any other day.

Frantic, Qui-Gon’s hands searched for a puff of warm breath from the open lips, for a heartbeat from the chest, for a pulse in the limp wrist that still dangled inches from the floor.

But there was nothing.

Qui-Gon shook his head wildly, lifting Obi-Wan’s head from the pillow, trying to make him sit up. The boy rolled limply in his arms and hung there like a rag doll, his face pressed against his Master’s overly worn robe, unknowing and uncaring of how awkwardly he was being held.

“Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon tried to say again, but this time it came out stretched and broken, wavering like a child’s uncertain attempt at handwriting. More of a moan than spoken word. “Obi...Obi-Wan? No, no, no no no...” Begging, denying.

He’d do anything—

Obi-Wan was twenty. Twenty. Young, healthy, a few years at most from Knighthood, which was only the beginning. He was strong and well-trained and he had laughed when Qui-Gon left his boots on the floor last night and shaken his head, saying he was going to stay up and read and have to deal with that eyesore in his peripherals all evening, and he’d smiled when Qui-Gon reached over to tug on the Padawan braid and added a casual, paternal caress of the thumb across the freckled cheek as he did, and —

“Obi-Wan, wake up,” he begged his Padawan, pulling the boy closer, bowing his own head down to touch the slumped shoulder. “Please come back. I don’t understand. I don’t — Obi-Wan. Please.”

The words devolved into hyperventilating breaths, which turned into ragged sobs, which turned into... a blur.

A comm call. Someone asking him to breathe. Hands separating him from his Padawan. Someone he didn’t know casually moving the boots out of the way, as if they didn’t matter, as if they weren’t there so Obi-Wan could laugh at them again. Being led to the Halls. Questions being asked of him. Condolences being offered. Again and again. And again.

“A heart problem,” a distant voice saying. “Insignificant enough that it wasn’t picked up on. We think he had a startling vision, or a bad dream, and his heart-rate spiked but his breathing didn’t match it.”

“A small heart problem,” they said.

“Rare,” they said.

“Might never have caused problems, except...” they said.

“I’m so sorry,” they said.

But nothing they said was making anything make more sense, nothing they said was making reality any less nightmarish.

Obi-Wan was twenty.

He was supposed to wake up grumpy and meditate with him, he was supposed to make the tea because he liked to make the tea, and he was supposed to laugh about the boots while Qui-Gon teased him about his book.

He was not supposed to go into cardiac arrest in his sleep because his heart and his lungs weren’t working together as they should have.

He was not supposed to die.

“I would have felt it,” he heard himself say weakly. “I would have sensed it.”

“We’re not all-knowing,” Mace’s voice said heavily. Had he been talking to Mace? He supposed he must have been, but then he stopped caring and tuned the rest of the conversation out.

Then Qui-Gon was standing in the common area again, fixated on the book, well-loved, gently used, waiting patiently on the side table next to the coziest chair — because Qui-Gon preferred the sofa or the floor cushions, and because Obi-Wan liked to cross his legs and dangle them over the arm and he had been doing that since he was thirteen and lonely and still bearing bruises from when he’d been kidnapped and enslaved when he should have had a Master to protect him, and so that chair was Obi-Wan’s, really, just his — and the book was waiting and waiting and it was going to wait forever.

And that did it.

The boots, shoved aside, unremarked.

The book, waiting innocently on the table.

Obi-Wan was gone, and wouldn’t be coming back. Despite the dawn, despite the chair that was understood silently to be his, despite the promises of early meditation, despite the affection in the touch across his cheek, despite the boots waiting to be smiled at, despite the book waiting to be read again, despite a Master’s protection — a Master’s love —

Obi-Wan had been stolen away again, this time for good, and everything, everything was as ashes.

Qui-Gon stood rooted to the spot and watched the night pass and a new dawn creep up on its heels, hoping for golden light that would chase away some of the cold.

But the light was grey this morning, and he was alone.

Qui-Gon blinked aching eyes, feeling dried tears across the lids as he did. The lights hurt, and he groaned, turning away.

A face slid into view above him as at the same time two gentle hands held his head still, examining his face, and Qui-Gon froze, staring up at the person holding him.

He tried to speak, but he couldn’t, his throat swollen and throbbing from abuse.

“Shhhh,” said Obi-Wan, his face pinched with concern. “Go back to sleep, Master. You’ve been drugged. It’s almost over. I’ve got you. The Healers say you’ll be all right. Go back to sleep.”

Qui-Gon reached up, straining impossibly just to make his shaking hand obey him, and felt his callused fingers glide across the young, sun-freckled cheek, felt warmth and saw a dimple appear as Obi-Wan smiled down at him.

“Shhh,” said Obi-Wan again. “You’ve been dreaming something awful, I think. Nobody has hurt you, Master, you’re all right.”

“So...are you,” Qui-Gon rasped, his voice thin and unfamiliar to his own ears.

A strange look crossed the boy’s face, like realization and confusion all at once. Still, he nodded, and lowered his head down to rest his forehead briefly against his teacher’s. “I’m all right, Master. It was only a dream.”

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