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dragging my ass back to this website after shit officially hits the fan on twitter is so embarassing..................
#ive always been a tumblr person at heart anyways#i was so tired of aggressive ppl on twitter its much chiller and interesting here#that wretched twitter bird blue has caused me much grief#this familiar shade of dark tumblr blue is like the cool embrace of calm water#i hereby let myself be submerged in the waters of tumblr#leaving my nest was NOT a good idea
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Made this for the Solarpunk Aesthetic Week server in a sudden creative fever, so I guess I'll post it here too hh
A relative of mine knows someone who teaches kids, so I'm gonna suggest this as an art project for them! The idea is that students could each make/decorate their own shelf, then put them together to form a hive, which could function as mini lockers in their classrooms. Then, by the end of the school year or something, they could either take their own little shelf home (or exchange them with their peers?), or recycle them into materials for the next class! Hopefully it'll teach them about pollinators too đ
Idk how doable this project is really, and its scary to imagine one of my silly designs could actually become something tangible irl. But even so, I'm still excited to try 𼰠(And if anyone else attempts this too, please let me know!!!)
#art#artists on tumblr#solarpunk#earth day#ani if u see this thank u for the inspiration <3#and uhhh idk if art can be considered action but.......#solarpunk action week#SPAW#roobiedoodle#not many people responded in the server so idk if its any good really ;;;; just leaving it here to archive ig#so far ive only shared solarpunky ideas within my tiny social circle so. its scary to think about reaching out to strangers with all this#ik like community is a big part of the movement but liiiike. OOOGH. WAAAGH IDK IDK WE'LL SEE HOW IT GOES#ok. random extra idea: i think the nest design would also look vv cool as a ceiling lamp đĄ thats how it hangs irl anyway!#bugs#wasp#insects#<-SORRY I FORGOT TO TAG WARNINGS
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ANON ASKED: realder is a shy doe thatâs like 5ft. She pretty much avoids Alastor like her life depends on it, because he makes her uncomfortable, and of course he knows he does. She goes into heat, but doesnât find a partner. She just gets very tired and just goes into hibernation. Alastor find that very interesting to say the least. After staying at the hotel for so long, their heats sync and its a mess for him and she isnât aware of it.
Degrading, voice kink, size kink, and breeding kink. Ear and tail pulling??? Fem! Reader receiving
So i think i missed a few marks and then it spiraled but i did my best to fulfill your request as best my ability!!!!
@animeloveruwu1234
As the weather got colder, you started to rarely be seen around the hotel. Your heat was rolling around and the urge to nest was nagging you.
You sighed, rolling out of bed and heading down for breakfast.
You were greeted with the scent of warm deliciousness. You pile your plate full of food, opting for more sweets and meats to the surprise of the other residents.
â Christ. Slow down Toots, youâre gonna choke.â Angel laughed as you munched happily on a avocado toast sausage bacon mix.
You giggled âIts winter Angel, i have to pack on some weight. I tell you every yearâ Your ears perked in alert when static ran up your body. Your ears drooped when Alastor entered the kitchen. âWhy what a fine hellish day it is!â
He hummed as he waltzed past you, you nearly choked on your food when he leaned over your shoulder, looking at your plate âDidnât take you for the cannibalism type doeâ grinning as you looked away, huffing âits cookedâ as he stole a piece of ham.
âDoes typically pick up weight in the winter. They have to fill out in order to provide for fawns. They make for excellent pickings during hunting seasonâ Alastor said as he buttered his toast, eyes on you as you squirmed slightly.
Angel and Charlie gawked âYouâre gonna have a baby?!â
Your eyes widened âWhat!? No! Its just a deer thing. No fawns anytime soonâ you blushed. Shaking your head you stood from the table, excusing yourself.
You werenât necessarily afraid of Alastor, you had been around him long enough to get use to tolerate him, but the stag still made you uncomfortable, even after all this time around him. He reeked of dominance and power and your much softer nature did not mesh well with his intimidating one.You usually only spoke a few words to him, always excusing yourself to get away from him.Â
Like now, the comment about deer season had your skittish nature taking over, not liking the idea of potentially being a target.
Alastor chuckled as you walked by him. Your cute fluffy tail twitching, begging to be tugged on Alastor blinked at the intrusive thought.
That was new. He shook it off as just a sadistic moment.Â
ââââââââââââââââââââââââââââ-
You curled in your pile of blankets as your heat raked through you.
Over the last few days, Charlie was so kind to leave you food and water so you didnât have to go to the kitchen.
But you were itching for fresh air. Stretching your legs would do you some good.
Maybe you would find a partner to mate with on your outing.
You took a deep breath of fresh air as you exited the hotel, sighing happily. You bobbed around the city, nose sniffing out any potential males.
After a while your body started to heat up and you were going tired. You werenât successful as most demon you met were either too eager to keep you tied up or not interested.
oh well.
As you approached the hotel a faint musky scent had your senses in a frenzy. You subconsciously followed the faint scent and ended up in the kitchen. No one was in there, but a tray of food was perched on the table, probably for you.
The last few weeks you were eating way more to keep up the energy that was burning through you.
You stuffed your mouth as you sniffed again, sighing deeply as the scent seemed to fog your head.
You had your fill and went to retreat to your bedroom, when you bumped into a solid chest.
Your ears perked at the sound of a faint growl and static.
âCareful doeâ a deep voice purred.
Alastor.
You took a step back, ears furrowing back âOh! Iâm sorry Alâyou looked up at him.
The tall red demon smiled down at you, but something seemed off.
His smile looked strained, and his ears were flickering about, eyes narrowed. He looked slightly flustered.
Your instincts had you look over him, to see if you could find the sense of his discomfort.
You hand reached out to press against his forehead, his skin was clammy.
Alastor didnât flinch from your touch or slap your hand away, instead his head leaned into your hand, making your head tilt in question.
âAl? Do you feel alright?â Your eyes filled with worry. Alastor hummed, a sharp claw clasping your chin as he chuckled âOh its nothing I cant handle dear.â You nodded, taking his word and made your way back to your room.
You curled in your nest as you thought about how strangely the demon was acting. But maybe it really was nothing.
ââââââââââââââââââââââââââââ-
Alastor had smelled the most delicious scent waft across his nose. It smelled familiar but it was just too sweet to pinpoint who it belonged to. So he followed it.
The scent led him to the kitchen where he found you.Â
The little doe was having her filling, consuming some food, stuffing her soft cheeks with whatever was on the tray.
You looked plumper. Softer. For as long as he had known you, your heats were interesting to witness.
You tended to eat more, your usual slim figure filling out to accommodate the energy you burned. You often hid away when you were in heat. Something that Alastor found interesting.
Most does sought out partners to satisfy them, but not you.
He had overheard you how most of the times you did go seeking partners but no one tickled your fancy enough.
Something about that made his chest tingle.
No one would be able to satisfy you like he could his instincts screamed.
With another deer around, your heats triggered his ruts.
He had never interacted with you while in a rut, so when you bumped into him, he wasnât ready for the consequences.
You let out a cute little squeak when you collided with his chest, ears perked as you registered the static he let off.
He felt his cock stir in his pants as he breathed in your scent.
Your heat must have been flaring as he could taste how your cunt smelled.
His ears furrowed against his head, the only indicator that something was wrong. He kept up his composure as you nervously apologized. But as he too was in rut, he was sure he was showing some signs, as you asked if he was ok.
He tensed up as he felt your hand on his cheek, but leaned into your touch.
Your soft voice laced in concern as you looked over him, checking to make sure he wasnât ill.
Oh what a naive doe.
It was taking every bit of control he had to not take you against the kitchen table.
how would you look as he took you?Â
Would you beg him to make a mess of you?
Would you let him breed you to the point your cunt dripped with his cum?
He let out a low growl once you left the kitchen, turning his head to watch your full ass sway as your tail twitched about.
âââââââââââââââââââââââââââ
A knock at your door had you stirring awake from the comfort of your makeshift nest.
You were much too tired and had no desire to answer whoever was on the other side of the door. Your heat was at a all time high and the stickiness between your thighs, a result of your abusing your poor clit for relief. If it was Charlie, then she would just leave food at your door. Your eyes started to drift close, the sweet call of sleep sounding so appealing.Â
Your ears twitched at the knock again, a soft growl escaping your throat.
Your tired brain did not catch up with your nose as you swung open the door, tired eyes widening as you are face to chest? With Alastor.
You keened your neck to look up at him; head tilting as the red demon peered down at you with black blown out eyes.
âAl?âyou asked confused, rubbing at your eyes sleepily.
âApologies my dear, did I wake you?â He asked, head tilted, voice feign concern, his red ears erect and honed in on your soft panting, eyes narrowing at he took in the slight coat of sweat on your skin and how disoriented you seemed.
You nodded wordlessly, now highly aware that you, a doe were in full heat, evidence of that clinging to your thighs, and a stag was at your door.
Your heart sounded in your ears as your eyes raked over Alastor, accessing him.
Taking mental notes of mating potential instinctively.
âI thought you were CharlieâŚshe usually leaves me foodâ
He hummed, a clawed hand coming up to your face to grip your chin. You blinked. Body buzzing.
Alastorâs instinct were screaming to push you back into your room and claim you in your nest, and satisfy the burn in his body.
Your scent had basically coated the hotel in its sweet smell. The scent making his cock twitch and antlers itch.
And the scent of your cunt had his mouth watering.
And he will have his fill.
âYour heat must take a lot out of you dearâ his hands reached to soothe your tense shoulders, fingertips massaging the flesh. You stayed still as his hands roamed your body, softly pawing at the curves you gained from your heat.Â
His lips nipped at your soft ear, purring into it âI could provide assistance if you like?â
 Your tail wagged as you gulped âA-Assistance?â You asked.Â
From your time around the red demon, you have never known him to willingly help people. Alastor maintained a sense of control in every situation, twisting and bending the rules to be in his favor.
A doe in heat should be easy to manipulate.
âYeeeessss anything you want my dear! Think of it as âI scratch your back so you can scratch mineâ type of deal hmmm?â He chuckled darkly, slowly backing you into your room.
ââââââââââââââââââââââââââââ-
Soft moans filled the room, accompanied by the hum of static as Alastor sucked at your clit.
You were sprawled out on your back in your nest, knees on either side of Alastorâs head as he lavished your clit with his tongue.
You panted as his tongue dipped into heat, thighs shuddering as it curled and lapped at your juices.
âH-Hah!! Ah! Ah! A-Al!â You whined, toes curling when he sucked the sore bud into his mouth. You tugged at the big antlers that separated your legs.
He had already made you cum on his fingers twice; cooing into your neck as you cried, cunt clenching around the digits like a vice.
Alastor grunted lowly, nipping at your clit with sharp teeth before sucking it back into his mouth. A finger dipped to fill you as he flicked your clit. Your gummy walls squeezing him, contracting at the intrusion but welcoming him into its depths.
He cooed around into your cunt, eyes looking up at you.
Your face was flushed and slick with sweat. Hands at your breasts, pulling and massaging your perky nipples.
Pouty lips parted as your moans tore from your throat.
âoooh câmon doll, one more. Youâve been doing so good.â
Your body felt like it was burning. Each orgasm fogging your head with pure desire to be sated properly.
Your hips followed the rhythm of his tongue, using the hold on his antlers to ride his face.
 Alastor let you be. Happily curling his finger inside you as he lapped up your essence.
Your back arched as a third orgasm ripped through you, teeth clenching as your hips twitched in overstimulation, but riding it out to make the sensation last.
You sighed as you went limp, eyes hazily looking up at the ceiling, waiting to fall back to earth.
But you didnât have the time to tuck your legs back in and roll over to sleep, when Alastor adjusted himself onto his knees and pulled you flush to his hips.Â
A surprised âAh!â Escaped your lips as your cunt was filled to the brim.Â
With cock.
Alastor growled, hissing as finally your cunt so asked around him, unsure whether to welcome him. A harsh thrust broke what little resistance your walls gave and had you mewling.
âOh fuck!â
Large claws kneaded at your fleshy thighs, holding them to your chest as his hips crashed down into yours, cock hitting that sweet nerve over and over, making you coat his cock in creamy slick.
âAl-Alastor! Ha! Nggh ooh fuuuck me!â You cried, tears forming in your eyes as he pounded your count.
âYou would think after all this time, I wouldnât blink when youâre in heat. But oh darlinâ you always know how to catch my interest.â He goated lightly, a claw coming up to your parted lips, his thumb pressing inside as you sucked subconsciously on the digit.
His eyes narrowed at you, pulling his hips back to snap them forward as a response.
âDo you know how divine you smell? Just walking around with a dripping cunt without a care. Many demons would kill to fuck a cunt this appealingâ a dark smirk curled on his lips when your cunt made a wet sound. âAnd Ill kill many demons to keep it to myselfâ he purred setting out a rough pace, claws on your round hips to pull you into his thrusts, keeping his cock nestled within your warm cavern.
Alastor was fucking you in your nest
A place sacred for only a doeâs mate
did that meanâŚwas he?
Your brain was reeling. It couldnât keep up with the sensations that were raking through your body. Your hands found purchase in the surrounding blankets as you let out moans that if you were in your right mind, would have left you embarrassed.
âmmhmm hmmm nngh Ah! Hhhaaa!â Your body jolted with his thrusts, the squish squelch noise of your cunt, echoing in your ears.
âOh what a sweet doe you are my dear. Iâve always wonder what lied under that shy demeanor. And my my I wasnât disappointed. A whore willing to spread her legs and be mounted.â You whimpered as he manhandled you onto your belly, knees barely supporting you as he slotted himself back inside you. You felt a heavy weight on your head, tugging to force your body to bounce on his cock.
when did your horns come in?Â
You hadnât realized it, but you had transformed into your demon form.Â
and fucking hell were you gorgeous Alastor thought, hands wrapped around your slender horns and using them to control your movements.
Your tongue hanged out your mouth as your ass took the brute force of his thrusts. Alastorâs cock felt amazing.
Better than you could have imagined and so much better to scratch that lusty itch.
There was a puddle forming underneath you, soaking the bed, making the skin of Alastorâs thighs stick to yours.
Finally getting a look at your backside, Alastor felt his cock twitch as his eyes roamed down to where his cock was disappearing into you. His eyes zeroed in on your tail.
His hand dragged down your back, sharp claws cutting slightly to make blood ripple done your back. He wrapped his hand around your tail, softly twindling the tuft of fur before pulling.
A high-pitch moan left your throat. Your cunt clenched around him in response.
interesting he thought smiling as he used his grip on your tail to really make you take his cock deeper.
Your cunt was a soppy mess.
âOh you like your tail pulled on dear? What a nautghty girlâ Alastor chortled as he rocked his hips into you.
You were completely dazed with lust, that tingling knot forming in your stomach.
âpleaseâ you begged, pushing your hips against him, mewling as his hit the sponge that had you feeling sparks.
Alastor leaned over to your ear, never breaking his pace.
âhmmm? What was that dear?â He taunted cruelly.
âare you begging? What do you want doll? Cause Iâm not going to stop til youâre filled with my cum. Is that what you want?â
You nodded âyes! Please please please let me cum! Cum in me- i w-want your cum please! Ha! Fuuuucckkâ you whined, hand reaching underneath you to play with your clit.
âA-AlâŚpleaseâŚbreed me please i want it! I want it so bad!â
That had his cock twitch and hammer into you at record speed.
âoooh donât worry your pretty head. Youâll get your fillâ
Angled thrusts had your body jolting against the bed as you cried out, moaning so loud you were sure everyone in the hotel could hear you.
Alastor thought you were beautiful. How lovely you were covered in blood and sweat as he pounded you out. Your body went rigid before he felt your cunt flutter around him, milking him dry.
Your body slumped forward as he continue to ride out your orgasm.
âwhat a pretty doe, thatâs a good girl. Milking my cock like a wanton slut. Thatâs it. Iâm going to fill you up so good, Iâm going to carve your cunt to only take my cock. Youâll like that wont you sweetheart? F-Fuck take it baby take it!â He grunted, snapping his hips into yours before he let out a loud growl, cock twitching before spilling his cum into you, painting your gooey walls white.
You let out a low whine feeling his warm goo fill you, before he pulled out, finally letting your body go.
You convulsed on the bed, panting as you felt his sticky spunk start to leak out of you.
Alastor sighed, rubbing your thighs as you came down from your high.
He chuckled âyes I think youâll do just fine darlinâ
Maybe heat cycles werenât so bad after allâŚespecially when there was a Doe ready to be filled with cum.
âLovelyâ
#hazbin hotel#hazbin alastor#alastor#alastor x reader#alastor the radio demon#hazbin hotel fanfiction#jyoongim#alastor x y/n#alastor smut#alastor hazbin hotel#Its mating season for deers!!!
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Iâm on the second episode of My Adventures With Superman and I KNOW I know, this deserves to be Clarkâs show, BUT HEAR ME OUT A SECOND.
Imagine the Waynes didnât die and Thomas is trying DESPERATELY to buy the Daily Planet from White, but to absolutely no avail.
âFor the last time, Wayne, you can have this company when the Gotham Knights win a Stanley Cup.â
âYâall cheated last year and you KNOW it, White! Come on! We knew each other for 20 yearsââ
âNot true.â
âYou gotta have ONE nice thing to say about me! You saw my charity records? My trip to the Amazon? I found a goddam dinosaur, for Peteâs sake!â
âAnd you sent it to the Gotham museum.â
ââŚWell yeah, it looked real pretty.â
âLook, Wayne. I can either give your ego the stroke of the century, or keep Lane and those two idiot interns in check, but I canât do both. Now get out of here, orââ
Clark clearing his throat, holding two cups of coffee in his comically large hands, âUh, the coffee machine broke, so I had to run to the store. Is this a bad time?â
Thomas whistling, because what the FUCK. âChrist, boy, how tall are you? How tall is he, White? You a security guard? You WANNA be a security guard?â
âUh, Clark Kent. Idiot intern,â Clark introduced himself politely despite Perryâs grumbling.
Needless to say, Thomas Wayne isâŚIntimidating.
âIâve heard about your research on metahuman physics, Mr. Wayne. Itâs brilliant.â
âOh, that? That was all my boy, really. Heâs got all these ideas about reinventing the healthcare system for everybody or something like that. Hell, he wants to invent some bandaids for that Superman fella. â
âThat,â Clark blinked, âActually sounds amazing.â
âRight?. The other day he came to me like, âCan I have 30,000 for a research expedition?â You shouldâve seen him in his little lab coat, â cutest thing. Hold on, I have pictures.â
Clark expected a particularly eccentric 10 year not, not a â gorgeousâ adult man in what looked to be a great amount of eyeliner and one hell of a scowl. âHeâsâŚâ gorgeous, âHe seems interesting.â
âAinât he? You should meet him sometime. Hates talking to the press, but, Iâm sure we can arrange something. â
âGood luck with that. I tried interviewing the kid alone for 10 minutes and Mr. Wayne here kept getting in the way. Probably because he has something to hide.â
âBruce ainât really made for the camera, so I had to step in, ya know how it is. He ainât really the independent kind.â Thomas shrugs. âI know, I know, â you gotta leave em to fly sometimes, and while I bet heâd look cute tryinâ,â
Thomas chuckles, but it doesnât sound amusing. At all. âNo bird leaves MY nest.â
â
Clark finds out why Perry canât prove Thomas Wayne is Batman. Itâs because heâs wrong. Heâs listened to Batmanâs heartbeat before. And Thomas doesnât stutter.
Bruce Wayne does, thought.
#them ^^#maws#clark kent#my adventures with superman#dc#dc comics#battinson#superbat#thomas wayne#text post#text
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condom or no condom enhypen
Legal Line Ă Fem!Reader
.á Cw: Nsfw, Breeding Kinks, Slight Toxic behaviour, Unprotected Sex, Coercion
- I love these asks
- Heeseung | No Condom
⢠My brain has unfortunately typecasted Heeseung as a bit of a slut who really enjoys raw sex. If you do succeed in tying him down, I'd say he forges wearing a condom any chance he gets.
⢠He wouldn't check to make sure you're on birth control. It's the recklessness of the act that gets him off
⢠The only occasion in which I do see Him asking whether you're on birth control or not is during sex to get himself off more on the fact that you're not.
"Fuck, I need to be inside you," he'd make quick work of pulling his pants down
"W-wait Hee, I'm not on birth control
"Fuck, are you trying to make me cum already babe-"
- Jay | Condom
⢠I like to believe Jay treats his girlfriend like everything else in his life: with meticulous love and care.
⢠He's incredibly safe and incredibly careful. You'd probably have to coax him out of not wearing a condom because he's so incredibly careful when it comes to you.
⢠He also has a massive breeding kink which doesn't help him trying to be good for you.
âLet's do it without the condom, babe,â you'd bring it up to him while you're both naked in a nest of blankets scattered around you both. Despite how good he tries to be for you, despite how responsible, Jay's cock twitches the moment those words leave your mouth.
âW-We can't, c'mon. That would be irresponsible-â
âJay says These words all while his eyes glide down your naked body, imagining what exactly it would be like to fill your body up with his cum. Like he was marking you.
â...Maybe just tonight.â
- Jake | No Condom
â˘Whose shocked?
â˘You'll be at the shops and this boy would purposely forget to buy the condoms, kissing up the side of your neck when the shopkeeper is scanning your products at the till to try and distract you from the fact that there are no condoms!!!
⢠Condoms are a one and done thing for Jake. He tried it, didn't really feel it that much and hasnt really been a fan since. He enjoys feeling his girl convulsed around his cock when he's about to cum. It's the act of cumming inside that makes him delirious with horniness in the first place.
âJust let me in, babe, please?â he'd be kissing up the side of your neck like he usually does when he's horny, pressing his bulge into your ass while you're just trying to make some dinner.
âNo, you fucking forgot to buy condoms again, Jake-â
âAnd that's a bad thing?â
- Sunghoon | No Condom
â˘Hottake but Sunghoonâs a seductive little shit just like Heeseung and I think he'd tried to coax you into the idea of not wearing a condom.
â˘Or, no, not even. He'd just point blank, not buy any condoms without telling you. He'd throw your birth control down the drain because you don't really need that shit anymore, and I believe he'd feel like he has that right as your loving boyfriend.
â˘When you ask him about it, he'd be honest with you because he did nothing wrong in his eyes.
âUh, babe,â you try to push him off of you, but Sunghoonâs size alone has you melting into his kisses. âYou bought the condoms right?â
He'd break away from kissing you momentarily before furrowing his brows cutely and asking, âWhat? No, of course not,â he'd immediately go back to sucking on your skin while murmuring, âDon't be silly,â
- Sunoo | Condom
â˘Like Jay, you'd have to coax him into the idea because it's one that he never really had before. Sex had always registered as needing to have the involvement of a condom or some form of protection in his mind.
â˘He definitely does have an undercover breeding kink as well, one that you probably need to coax out of him because again, he doesn't even know he has it.
âOh God, I think I'm close,â Sunooâs head would shoot back into the pillows while you ride him. His eyes squeezed shut because if he looked up at you now he would cum.
It's definitely something about you using him like this to get yourself off that has his cock twitching inside.
âFuck, babe, are you sure about this?â His cheeks are flushed red and so is his neck. Nothing but sweaty ruddy skin. You ride him further, as if reassuring him.
âI need you to cum inside-â
âY-You can't say shit like that- fuck-â his hips would stitter up into you, effectively cumming inside you for the first time but certainly not the last.
- Jungwon | No Condom
â˘He's apart of the âFuck I wanna cum inside her so bad but I don't wanna be a bad boyfriendâ Club
â˘He doesn't tell you that he wants to cum inside, that he's already spent many evenings jerking himself off to the thought of what it might feel like actually cumming inside you without the intrusive walls of a condom to suppress his orgasm.
â˘He'd have these little fantasies in the dead of night, jerking off silently beside your sleeping body. Or at least, he thought you were asleep, but you'd hear everything. All his little whispers affirming his fantasy until you confront him about it.
"Fuck, Princess, just like that... You're doing so well," After a few minutes of sloppily grinding against him fully clothed, with Jungwonâs hands gripping your sides, urging you forward, he'd be worked up enough to share your little idea with.
"Jungwon, baby, I have an idea," you whispered in his ear, nipping at his earlobe, eliciting another wave of lust. "Can we do it... without a condom this time?"
His cock jumps in his pants and he unknowingly presses you further against his bulge.
"A-Are you sure? I mean, fuck-â He was still trying to be the responsible boyfriend.
âDo you not trust me, Jungwon-"
âOf course I trust you baby it's just- fuck- I don't think I'd be able to pull out, quick enough and then I'd probably have to run to the store to buy you a plan b and-â
âWould it be so bad if you came inside?â
Your words would unconsciously have his hips stuttering upwards, before he drags a hand across his face.
âFuck you're trying to kill meâŚâ
#enhypen#enhypen headcanons#enhypen smut#enhypen x reader#enha x reader#lee heesung x reader#heeseung smut#heeseung x reader#jay park x reader#jay smut#sim jayun#jake sim x reader#jake sim smut#jake x reader#jake smut#sunghoon smut#sunghoon x reader#park sunghoon#sunoo#sunoo smut#sunoo x reader#jungwon#jungwon x reader#jungwon smut#enhypen fanfiction
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fans are assholes | r. dias
summary: fans compare your pregnancy to fellow wags, leaving you to feel not so good.
notes: as requested! i donât think i specified that it was twins but it still works. dad!ruben has to be my fav genre 𤪠i hope you all enjoy, some very cute at moments đ let me know what you all think! <3
IT WAS MATCH DAY, and although you were feeling rough like you had done the last 7 months, you had promised your fiancĂŠ you would make it to todayâs knockout game rather than watching from home. he wanted you to support from the stadium, but he also wanted to get you out of the house too.
you were 32 weeks along and feeling very heavily pregnant.
yeah, itâs all fun and games when dating a tall man until you have to grow his unnecessarily large children.
all you wanted to do was lie down and moan this entire trimester, having nothing but a hard time with this one you were growing. youâd had every bad symptom imaginable, from the nonstop sickness and heartburn, to back and hip pain, difficulty sleeping and sore boobs, and now in the final stages you were experiencing braxton hicks, so yeah - all you did want was to lie down and whine. more than ever, you just wanted to stay in the comfort of your own home and nest.
ââyouâre not even nesting though! youâre sitting here watching tv all day! get up and get ready!â rĂşben had said to you just yesterday morning after youâd told him you were too busy nesting to grab a coffee with him before training.
âmama, i think you should go tomorrrow . .â another sweet voice said from the sofa, glancing sympathetically in your direction.
your sweet boy, elias, didnât want to offend you and make you feel like a slob, but he really wanted you both to go to his papaâs games. with school, you didnât allow him to go to any late night matches which were always the majority, but tomorrowâs kickoff was 3:30pm and when he pitched the idea, you felt awful for feeling like youâd deprived him of some fun memories.
you really didnât want to go, but your baby boy deserved it. heâd been working so hard in the last weeks of school and rĂşben would agree that you needed to take him - he wanted you both there just as much but he also knew not to tell a pregnant woman what to do - he wasnât the one carrying an 8lb baby around in all summer.
âyou nearly ready, baby?!â you called from your room, trying your best to look acceptable for todayâs outing. you couldnât remember the last time youâd done your makeup and styled your hair so neatly, baby dias was really kicking your butt that you hardly had any energy after a shower, let alone doing your makeup and hair.
you really needed them out so you could go back to your old self.
you didnât remember pregnancy being this hard with eli. with him, you were able to get through the rest of school with him growing in your belly! taking notes and listening in class. sure, you had sickness and a sore back but that was really only at the start and at the end. given, you were younger and full of energy.
eli came along in the last of your teen years but you wouldnât change anything for the world, same with rĂşben. he blamed that baby boy for being the reason he pushed himself so hard to get where he was today. he was such an easy pregnancy, and an easy kid.
being honest, you felt more unprepared for this new baby as a grown adult than you did as a teenager back in 2016.
with a few thuds across the landing and a solid jump at your bedroom door, you turned to see your 8-year-old all ready holding two thumbs up. with a man city kit on and trainers, he looked like rĂşben more than ever. seriously, if you got a photo of rĂşben back then, it was like looking at eli with a slightly different haircut. it scared you so much. âready!â
traffic was always bad no matter what time you left, but you got there in one piece and already left eli with one of your closest friends and bernardoâs wife, ines, while you had to run to the bathroom even after such a short journey. jeans were longgg out of the equation so youâd gone with some loose, white trousers to go with the blue football shirt, hoping they didnât wrinkle too much but still looked good with the outfit. âyou are glowing!â
âno, itâs probably just my highlighter,â you pointed to your cheekbone as ines laughed cheerfully.
âno! you look amazing, what are you talking about?! i have missed you!â she couldnât help but hug you again. âyouâre ready to pop!â
she felt your bump and you huffed a sigh, pulling your sunglasses down, âi know, it feels like it.â
you didnât really like being out this far along, not because you were afraid, but you were at that stage were you were starting to feel gross. like, you looked like a whale no matter what you wore or styled yourself to look like. realistically â you were one of the most beautiful pregnant women the internet had saw. truly, you may have felt like an elephant, but you were still posted on WAG accounts, getting shared by millions of women who begged they could only look as good as you when pregnant or better - envied you for still looking so hot while suffering the struggles of pregnancy.
how?! đâ¤ď¸
lifeâs not fair!!!! đŤ
whatâs her secret?!!! đđđđź
but you could have gotten a thousand comments like that . . but all it took was the one bad one.
fucking hell, keep her inside đđŤŁ
who is that??
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a lot of the time you didnât care because you knew how the internet worked, and you know the majority were sad-little-pathetic-football-fan men. they barely impacted you.
when it was women on the other hand . . .
âi just canât believe one woman would say that to another woman,â you tilted your phone to show ines the replies. âwhat happened to the whole âgirls help girls?ââ you had to put your phone down before you ended up on a gossip page for arguing with people in your comment section.
âitâs always down to jealousy, babe. they hate you âcause they ainât you,â she pointed, the same thing you had told her when she got her first negative comment, and you smiled at her attempt of making you feel better. she was such a good friend.
the internet was a weird place. your life was a weird place, you didnât think thereâd be a day people hated you for simply being with a person. you found it weird paparazzi followed you around when rĂşben was the famous one. you found it weird there were accounts dedicated to you when you didnât do anything. it caught you off seeing people notice every little thing about you or knew things you forgot youâd explained. it did add a little bit of pressure knowing you were being watched and most likely compared to other beautiful WAGS. youâd be lying if you didnât say youâd put on makeup in fear youâd be posted all over those news articles and WAG accounts.
you forgot how stressed matches made you until kickoff, two minutes in and already overthinking how this would go down. rĂşben had your heart fluttering nontheless with how he ran up and down the pitch, giving orders all sweaty and even repping the captain band for a bit. it made you feel real good about your baby daddy.
âcome on, pa!â your son would shout when a bit of a ruffle would occur, his father speaking passionately to the ref with frustrating hand movements.
the halftime whistle blew and you let out a breath, fanning yourself as your body relaxed for a small moment. 0-0. âma, i need to go to the bathroom.â
âme too, letâs go!â
perks of dating a footballer? renting out their own box for friends and family - including the private bathroom. no queues around hereee.
walking through the rows and steps, you couldnât help but feel eyes pinned to you. ines would tell you because youâre a WAG of a player (you regret ever educating her on that term) but really you felt like it was because you looked like a whale making her way through the stands.
eli convinced you to do a lap of the stadium just once to âstretch your legsâ when really it was something he always liked to do as he believed it âmade halftime pass quickerâ. so hobbling around with few staff members recognising the kid (or rather seeing the clear evidence he was a mini rĂşben) , you strolled around the packed building, trying to squeeze past football fans, getting stopped once for a picture.
âthank you so much!â
âno worries at all,â you waved to the two girls, shooting them your kindest smile. they were so lovely, and even complimented you for âpulling off pregnancy so wellâ.
âyouâre sLayiNgâ eli mocked them, taking your hand.
âshut up,â you tutted. you appreciated being told you were still slaying.
âmatt!â
the 8-year-old suddenly bolted to a familair security guard in a neon vest who was delighted to see the boy. âmy man!â
you didnât bother rushing over, you were out of breath as it was and decided to just lean on the wall while elias got his quick catch up, waving at matt instead. halftime was almost over. you should be heading back now.
âânot the best one though.â
ââno, sasha is definitely the best wag.â
i swear, the word âwagâ triggers you like nothing else.
you tried not to look around, but to your left, you could make out two bodies mingling with each other. both wearing light blue tops with stylish jeans and trainers, the two girls waiting outside the bathroom, trying to talk quietly between then in a mumbled manner.
you were a mum - you had mastered your hearing to hear the grass grow.
ââbut sashaâs not pregnant?â
ââbut if she was, sheâd have a cute bump, not . . â
their silence had you believe theyâd glance in your direction, and it took every bone in your body not to stare dead on at them with a smile to let them know you heard every word - but you didnât. you played oblivious and stayed watching eli, a forced sweet smile on your lips.
ââfodenâs girl always has a cute little bump too!â
ââoh my god, yes. sheâs stunning.â
ââheâs stunning too, to be fair.â
âeli, come on son!â you wanted to bang your head on the wall not wanting to endure the conversation anymore. now youâd tune in, you couldnât tune out.
ââok. bye matt! see you later,â he didnât waste a second to return to you. âsee you soon, buddy!â
you waved at matt and led him through the crowds, not meaning to hold his hand so tight until he pointed it out. âow, ma, youâre hurting me.â
âsorry baby.â you didnât sound sorry but you felt utterly hot and bothered. and not in the good way.
for some unreasonable reason, a small line of carts drove through the halls, and you stood against the wall as they passed by, holding your son by his shoulders. you could hear a small utter of whispers from your side but refused to turn your head. you really needed to fucking sit down.
ââdiasâ girl! look at the size of her!â
âârob thatâs so mean! sheâs pregnant!â
âWOW!â eli stole your attention as he almost stepped out in front of a last minute one zooming by. you smiled, and quickly manoeuvred him on your way.
âkeep going, keep going,â you shuffled behind him in the stands, but stopped amidst a waiting line as someone caused hassle. your foot kicked something. âoh iâm so sorry!â
you accidentally tapped your foot to a ladyâs handbag, but she smiled and waved you off. âyouâre alright, donât worry!â shortly adding, âiâm not surprised!â glancing to your belly.
it wasnât malicious, but it was about to be the last straw of some floodgates. âha! i know . . Iâm like a whale.â
âhow far along are you?â her friend asked.
âabout 7-8 months,â you smiled sweetly, ignoring the fact they didnât assure you that you didnât look like a whale. thanks.
âoh wow!â
âi know,â you fake laughed. why wasnât this line moving?
âis it twins or just the one?â
you tried to stop your eye twitching. who in the right kind said that?! was that . . a backhanded compliment?! what that even a compliment?! or was she genuinely asking in a stupid and nosey manner? âno, but it feels like it,â you fake laughed, and they did too. twats.
âoh my! youâre so big!â
âhe or she will be a big boy or girl,â the other corrected with her pint in hand, knowing her friendâs words had just flown out of her mouth.
âyeah . .â you were done with this conversation but you didnât dare be rude. thankfully, the line moved, and they waved goodbye. âcongratulations!â
âthank you!â you replied, turning back around, mouthing absolute knobheads.
âmum, i donât think youâre a whale,â eliâs hand patted your own that rested on his shoulder, bringing you back down to earth.
your heart thumped and although he didnât look at you, your heart melted to a puddle as you squeezed his shoulders and ruffled his hair, knowing youâd embarrass him with a kiss. âthank you baby. youâre always to sweet to me.â
and he was. you actually . . wanted to cry. shock.
âhey!â ines greeted. âwhereâd you guys go?â
you only shook your head and nodded to you son who was standing again, ready and recharged for more yelling. you felt ines squeeze your hand and you looked at her, âare you ok? you look . .â
âyeah, iâm fine,â you dabbed your eyes and put your sunglasses back on. âjust . . stupid stuff, and then e said something really sweet and i just,â you held your heart which made her laugh and reassure her for the time being. âok, but . . you can tell me, yâknow?â
âjust being emotional,â you said the obvious, making her laugh as you leaned into her for support.
you would tell her later, but right now, you were going to use the rest of the game as your excuse to start screaming.
-
the game ended on a win. you saw rĂşben briefly when the players walked around and applauded, and eli mirrored his excitement and happiness, waving and calling to him as he spotted you guys. he was ecstatic you could make it.
it was after 6 by the time you got home and settled. you were about to order food when you second guess your options, todayâs events replaying in your mind:
look at the size of her!
sasha would have a cute bump.
youâre so big!
you knew you were pregnant but there were far nicer things to say to a pregnant lady. what a bunch of assholes.
instead, you cooked some carbs up for eli and made yourself a seperate dinner, feeling the need to watch what you were eating now - youâd be giving birth soon and all those pregnancy cravings didnât just leave when the baby came. you werenât silly - you werenât going to deprive yourself of food, but maybe they had a point - why wasnât your bump considered cute? was it hard to tell you were pregnant? what were you doing differently?
you were on the verge of calling sasha and asking her what she put in her green smoothies when the door opened.
âmeu amor?â
âin here champ,â
something rĂşben didnât expect to see what you lying on the couch with a salad balanced on your bump, and you munching away like it was a 5-star dish. âwhatâs this about . . ?â he smiled sceptically, dropping his bag to the floor.
âwhatâs what?â
âthat.â he nodded to your plate.
you shrugged. âtook a notion for it.â
âfor . . a salad?â he clarified, looking down at you, entertained in some sense.
your craving for the last 5 months had been anything with chocolate frosting on it. rĂşben had watched you talk yourself out of buying a tub of it on its own because you knew if was weird and would have to bake go use it.
âyeah.â
to be fair, the salad was tasty, and you were enjoying it but . . at 7 months pregnant? rĂşben tilted his head. âwhereâs eli?â
âis his room.â
âhe had salad too?â
âhe had pasta and garlic bread.â
now he knew something was up. you? not eating garlic bread? italian in general?
someone had said something to you.
he looked at you concerningly, but he was too afraid to ruin the peaceful moment. you seemed calm. he had won a game and you were in a good mood today. baby boy or girl mustnât be giving you too much trouble so that was a win in itself. so he just leaned down and kissed you lovingly. âhi.â
âhi,â you smiled, pecking him three more times before he rose again. âwell done today.â
âthank you,â his hand touched your belly for about two seconds before you swept it off smoothly with your own, squeezing it instead. you smiled up at him again, âlove you.â
he kissed you again trying to hide his confusion â but something was up. you were being odd. âlove you too.â
and he left and headed for eliâs room, leaving you to let out a breath you didnât know you were holding before slouching again and continuing with your dinner.
-
the rest of that evening, rĂşben was correct. you werenât yourself.
your mind was somewhere else, and your head wasnât out of your phone. constantly scrolling, you had overanalysed every picture captured of you today and tried not to nitpick. reading comments. comparing yourself. he wondered what you were doing.
but everyone else did have small bumps. everyoneâs looked so cute. they didnât use pregnancy as an excuse to eat whatever they wanted or slack with self-care. they still wore tight clothing. they still looked gorgeous. you began to compare yourself to all these other wives and girlfriends on the page, wondering how on earth they looked that good.
ummmm, âcause maybe theyâre 12 weeks along and youâre triple that?
the next morning, rĂşben kissed you in the kitchen before leaving. âwhatâs that?â
âwhat?â
âthat,â he nodded to the drink in your hand.
âa smoothie?â
âfor breakfast?â
âwell yeah,â you furrowed your brows, and he immediately shook his head, pulling that judgemental, disapproving look you sometimes wanted to punch. âno, no, come on, donât be silly, now,â he almost laughed, âyou need to eat something proper.â
âitâs a smoothie, it has everything i need in it?â
ây/n, make something to eat. youâre almost 8 months pregnant for crying out loud,â he looked at you seriously. he didnât want to sound like he was scolding you or making you feel stupid but you knew he was worried about the lack.
overprotective rĂşben had always been a constant in your relationship but when you were pregnant â phew, âyou got my baby in there.â
ââand he or she is looked after, itâs a healthy drinkââ
he took it from your hand and kissed your cheek in the process, taking it with him to training with a smirk, âstop being lazy and cook.â
you were furious. you were actually annoyed that he had taken the drink himself and didnât find it funny. he kissed eliâs head and the door closed, and you were left highly irritated.
you couldnât see eli shrink, but he did, looking wide-eyed at the table as he considered his dad a brave brave man in that moment to do that to you - considering the look of your face.
and as a pregnant woman with her emotional struggling to stay in check - you lost it as they all blended together once eli was dropped off at school, sitting in a car park of a cafĂŠ you regretted going too now that you sat with your decaf latte and triple-choc muffin. the frustration quickly turned to tears as you had a moment, eyes in your hands, thinking over everything the last couple days.
yes you were pregnant, but was there a need to be that big? were you even that big compared to others? were you really that bad to look at? that unflattering? did it even looking like you were pregnant? the loose clothing probably didnât help, but who wanted to wear tight clothing? pregnancy was hard - it was hard to glamourise it all the time!
youâd never cried over looking bad the first time you were pregnant, maybe once or twice when a pair of jeans didnât fit or you couldnât reach your shoelaces, but never over the way you felt about yourself. you actually were starting to feel disgusting, and it was embarrassing because you let randomers make you feel this way!
. . and then the pathetic-ness turned into anger because why were people such assholes?! how can they not keep an opinion to themselves?! making you feel bad about your baby!
. . and then the anger turned to guilt because your sweet little baby was just trying to grow and be healthy and you were upset over it. tears again.
you didnât know how to fix it. the damage was already done, you had a month left, there was no going back now with salads and smoothies, you yanked your paper bag with your muffin off the floor, eating your moneyâs worth. rĂşben subconsciously popped into your head as he was probably eating some fruit salad or nutritious sandwich at this time.
oh rĂşben. you wished he was here but you also knew you wouldnât want him near you at the minute, not when you werenât feeling yourself and you had people in your comments telling you he was on his way of replacing you.
he would call you stupid, but rĂşben just wouldnât understand. he wouldnât get being on the other side, the built in competition that automatically comes with being a woman, more than ever with this lifestyle he had given you. one where youâre compared left right and centre with a certain standard to achieve.
you bet every handbag you owned, heâd screw his face up and go âare you seriousâ if you told him your issue. he knew you were above anyone commenting stupid things on your posts and found it immature of you in a way if you did take those things to heart - i mean they were nobodies! jealous nobodies! but thatâs easy for him to say, his comments are flooded with never ending support, guys praising him for his talent, physique and hard work and most girls telling him to hurry up and leave you. spamming with flame and tongue emojis, thirsting over your man just the way you did, only boosting his ego more which rĂşben did not need.
so you just felt silly, and picked at your muffin, accepting your were going to be a whale wag.
you felt like a slob when you got back home, staying on the couch after cleaning, and then crying except you were watching a movie to blame it on that.
you still couldnât get comments out of your head, i mean what was an âexpired wag?!â or a âbusted oven?!â what did that mean? and why always the skull emojis?!
scrolling once again through photos of comparison, you scrolled onto a beautiful pic of your beautiful bestie, ines, and straight away phoned her. âhey.â
âhey! whatâs up! whatâs going on? why do you sound you out of breath?â
âwhy do you think?â you laughed.
âgirl are you crying again?!â
and you started talking. you had to get things off your chest and you needed ines to make you feel better, to assure you and let you rant, and she happily did, after all, youâd always been there when she was having a moment.
ââwhat did rĂşben say?â
ânothing, i havenât told him anything. heâll just tell me iâm being ridiculous.â
âhe wonât!â
âines, he would, heâs not like bernardo. rĂşbenâs harsh!â
âso are you! which is why i canât believe youâre still crying over this!â
he was harsh in the good way, in the same way you were. you were both practical. real. realistic. you picked each other up and told each off when you were being ridiculous. pulled each other out their asses. brought you back down to earth.
but you just needed comforted at this current moment by your girl.
as you continued to chat and laugh more than you thought, the front door opened without your acknowledgment and rubes stepped through. freshly showered after a long morning of training, he instantly heard your voice rambling over the phone. he took notice of the tissue also crumpled on the floor by the door (youâd been carelessly tossing them for dramatic effect) and paused after he thought heâd heard a sad sniffle. he closed the door quietly and crept near the living room.
âi canât help it, i do just feel . . blegh,â you felt like you were being ridiculous but you couldnât help it. âlike, why does everyone keep making a big fuss about it? am i really that massively huge or am i just not liked?â
he heard another womanâs laughter on your phone and recognised her as soon as she began talking to you, ây/n, i promise no one is making a fuss of it, it probably just seems in your face all the time because you keep going back to check. i promise the world is not broadcasting you,â ines chuckled sweetly, which followed your sad laugh also.
âwell the wag world does!â
ây/n!â she laughed, âyouâre overthinking it. i promise you have nothing to worry about. the only person whoâs opinion should matter to you is rĂşbenâs and everybody knows he has you on a pedestal!â rĂşben found himself smiling. heâd always been a fan of ines. âheâs called you his wife since you came to manchester! heâs always been proud to show you off, you look good - you look amazing! people are just saying that stuff about you to make themselves feel better.â
âmm, i guess,â you sniffed, holding your forehead. âi donât know, itâs just been getting to me . . and iâm not saying to rĂşben because heâll tell me iâm being stupid. i wouldnât be surprised if he was leaving an hour earlier in the mornings to get away from me. itâs not like my looks can make up for my psycho-ness anymore,â you joked.
ây/n!â she tried not to laugh. âthough, pregnancy psycho-ness is definitely real.â
it is, rĂşben mentally agreed also, though his heart still sank further as he heard you talk about yourself in such ways. he didnât want to call you ridiculous but come on, you were pregnant! didnât they all count as compliments to a pregnant lady?!
âit is,â you let out a sigh, âi wouldnât want to be around me either, just this big angry rhino walking around the house,â you laughed together, âhe goes to a paris event on friday anyway, heâll get a break and have plenty of french models toââ
a clear of a throat had you whipping your head to the door, seeing rĂşbenâs hard stare. your mouth went dry. âuhhh, ines iâll call you back.â
you felt bad hanging up as she was speaking back, too shocked youâd been heard rambling for the last couple minutes. or probably longer! how long had he been standing there?!
âlistenââ
âfrench models?! french models, y/n.â
ârĂşben, itâs not in contextââ
âoh i heard the context, i heard everything,â he came in the room, not one spot of happiness found on his face. he was fuming. you could tell, and disappointed too, you felt like eli getting told off by him, throwing yourself back into the couch as he stood with that gruff, intimidating look, hands shoved in his pockets.
âyou donât get itââ you could already feel the tears welling in your eyes, though a pit of frustration was brewing in your chest hot and fast. this was going one of two ways.
âwhat donât i get? you donât tell me whatâs wrong when i ask you!â
ââcause you wouldnât understand!â
âok but what i do understand is my wife accusing me of what? getting to pick which âfrench modelâ i want to take home next week?â
now your face fell flat, realising how ridiculous and cruel that sounded. you shouldnât accuse him of that kind of stuff.
ârubes, i justââ your mouth felt dry again. tears brimming again, you could feel how hot they were. the words were on the tip of your tongue but you didnât know how they were gonna come out.
âwhat is it? tell me,â he pushed, eager for you to actually get out what you wanted to say so he could help sort it. âiâm here to listen.â
and you did, you unleashed it all. âpeople are assholes. your fans are assholes. iâm sorry but i cannot believe the stuff people have no issue saying to other people - pregnant people at that! as if the 9 months arenât hard enough, i have this mob of men and women on my back, judging and critiquing my every outting. i canât do it anymore, itâs actually ruining whatever self-confidence i have left!â the tears were streaming as you began your rant, choking down sobs as you moved your hands, a fury behind all the sadness.
rĂşben crouched down, wanting to be nearer as you let it all out. âevery day, every hour, i have someone online, reminding me off how big i am, how unflattering my paparazzi pic is, how whale-like i am! how hard itâs gonna be to shift this baby weight! iâm getting put in competition with every other pregnant wife and girlfriend of your teammate and showed how much better they pull it off! how gorgeous they look all the time! how their bumps are âcuteâ and small and âsuits them.â i heard it myself at your game the other day! itâs like theyâve never seen an un-photoshopped pregnant woman before!â you met his eyes, realising you were probably being silly and that there were bigger problems in the world. âi just feel disgusting, rĂşben. i never felt like this with eli, i was in this perfect little bubble but this time so different. i donât want to leave the house when i know a monstrosity of photos are getting taken of me, pointing out every flaw. i donât have a cute, small bump! i do look like a whale! i canât dress sexy! and i get what people are saying when they say itâll be a bit before you can look at me again âcause god knowsââ
âshh,â he quickly silenced you, placing a finger to your lips. his brows were furrowed as yours did, fed up of hearing you ramble about all the bad things about yourself. he felt pain in a way. he just couldnât believe you actually thought these things about yourself. âwhaâ . . . are you being serious?â
âOH MY GOD!â you threw your arms up. see!
âiâm sorry, iâm sorry, meu amor,â his big hands softly caressed your legs in front of him, along your smooth thighs to stop you from exploding again, âiâm sorry. itâs just . . i . . it annoys me that you let these things get to you, these random, strange people that you donât even know. you take their opinion over mine. so mine doesnât matter, it doesnât count?â he looked you deeply in the eye, âhow does that make sense? explain that to me.â
your head hit the cushion as you groaned but rĂşben held your hands comfortingly. he didnât want to make you feel stupid, but he wanted to hear your thought process. âto me, itâs like . . you have the choice of walking into a room full of all these people who hate you, and you know the hate you, after being in one full of people you love . . and you go into the hateful one and are surprised that all these people are saying all these bad things about you when you could have just left it alone and focused on the lovely ones - from people who matter to you! who are actually in your life! do you understand?â
you nodded along, entranced by his eyes and how they were able to ground you alone. âyou know that i think youâre the best thing in the world. you know i would love you ifââ he thought off the top of his head, âyou had 10 extra toes. a third eye. if you had a cow nose. elf ears!â your hair slipped silkily through his fingers, âyou know i think youâre the most beautiful woman ever even dressed in a trash bag. i would still love you if you did wear trash bags. if you had a cow nose. if you weighed the same as a cow. if you weighed the same as a baby cow,â you broke a chuckle at that. âiâve loved you through our ugly teen years, when i shaved my hair and your eyebrows were stick thin,â you laughed more as he let out a breath of relief, âi loved you when with vomit down your shirt and your hair dyed that weird colourââ
ârĂşbennn . .â
âwhat? and i loved you when you had eli in your stomach, and he was big baby,â his hand touched your belly, moving it in the same motion he always did because thatâs when he got to feel the small kicks of this baby dias. âi loved you even more even when i saw how he came out,â he shot you a wildered look.
you facepalmed, dragging your hand down dreadfully at the thought of having to relive that moment all over again in over a months time.
his features turned as his thoughts turned sour, âwhy are you letting stupid fucking people affect you?â
âi donât know . . i guess âcause so many people are saying it i . . it must be true to some extentââ
ây/nââ
âseriously, rĂşben. i donât have a cute, small bump. ines and rebecca are always such sweetââ
âY/N! have you SEEN the size of bernardo and phil next to me! is it any wonder theyâre small! their child comes out the same size as them!â his hand shot out with passion.
now your head was in your hand with muffled laughter, caught off guard by his statement. âseriously! seriously, now youâre supposed to be the smart one,â he tried to look at you, that loving smile shining your way as his heart sang at the sound of you laughter. âyouâre shocked that me, that we, have big babies . . that ines has a much smaller bump than you . . are you serious? that rebecca has a smaller bump than you? rebecca, phil and elway stacked on top of each other wouldnât even reach the height of me!â
ârĂşben,â you laughed, feeling an actual blush of embarrassment coat your face at how stupid heâd made you feel, but in a good way.
he was so right. what were you thinking?
âiâm like, the biggest guy on the team! sorry i didnât realise that was gonna be a problem for you,â you lightly hit his shoulder to wrap up the sarcasm, still giggling. he looked at you from the floor, his hands still on you, on your leg on bump â the bump that he did make look small next to his hand. âand please remember youâre a month away from giving birth, youâre supposed to be a healthy size. and i been going to training an hour earlier âcause i know when this one comes along, iâll not want to go as much and iâll want to stay with you both. iâll start working on my dad bod . .â he felt the small, subtle movement happening inside, but he could feel them if he kept still enough.
âyouâd look good with both.â you rolled your eyes.
âand youâd still look better. y/n, youâre not a whale. please stop saying that,â he finally crept to his feet, climbing on the couch on top of you, leaning his arm behind your head. âyou are the most beautiful-est woman to me and no-one, NO-ONE can convince me otherwise. youâre my standard of perfect, of gorgeous and sexy and all the rest of it. iâve found you sexy before this baby, during this baby, and after this baby â i still get comments of people telling me how ugly i look when youâre next to me! you bring my value down!â
his arm wrapped around your neck while the other threw itself over your bump, shifting and snuggling into the sofa more comfortingly, you relaxed alongside him, the tears no trickling down but with good reason behind them as you were shocked to find your love growing even more for rĂşben when you thought it was impossible. âi donât know what comments youâre seeing because all i see are the ones calling you a milf, and it takes too much time to try and report them all.â
you held his hand at your shoulder, his lips kissing your cheek repeatedly, over and over again. you knew how much he loved you. âyeah, youâre right. fans are just . . assholes.â
âfans are assholes,â he agreed, stroking your cheekbone, â. . donât listen to them. you think i listen to everything they say about me?â he perked a brow.
sometimes! you wanted to say but knew better. it was rhetorical question, and you knew his sweet intentions.
âalright? i donât so why should you? youâre hot stuff babe,â he looked at the side of your face, inspecting every little freckle and faint scar, he just wanted to never stop kissing you. âi love you the way you are. eli loves you for the way you are, and this baby,â he rubbed circles on your belly, âhe or she is going to be so unbelievably lucky when they see who they have as their mam. i know itâs not the smallest bump but i think itâs the cutest iâve ever saw, with my baby girl or boy in there,â he kissed the size of your stomach. he grew more and more excited each day as he got a day closer to meeting who was inside. he couldnât wait. â. . who they get their good looks from and skill and personality - well, i mean i would like to take some credit for the both of those âcause i mean their daddy is pretty cââ
you playfully jabbed his side, making him laugh. âyeah, heâs the hottest one on the field,â you glanced at him, kissing his cheek.
one thing about him, heâd always blessed you with beautiful children.
âyeah, and their mum is coolest one at the school pick up,â his lips trailed along your cheek to your jaw, the slight scruff of his beard tickling you. âyouâre the biggest milf to walk the planetââ
ârĂşbennn,â you chuckled, blushing at his words whilst trying to push him away.
âiâm serious,â he proceeded, peppering kissed down your neck, âand sheâs coming to paris with me for the weekend so she can outshine me like she does at every event she comes to.â
you laughed at that, smiling dreamily as he proceeding to love on you.
âand eli?â
âelias gets to stay with his favourite uncle who owes a favour,â he winked.
âhmm. ok.â
âand iâll give her a reason to cry if she starts thinking like that again,â he whispered in your ear.
your heart slipped a beat. âoh yeah?â
âohh yeahhh,â he nodded, standing to his feet, not before a loud âsmackâ echoed the room as he mimicked what your poor backside would get if you kept up that kind of behaviour. âsee you upstairs, mama.â
you blew your hair from your face, heart thumping, your hands slowly crept up to your adorable little bump where you caressed it gently as he headed for upstairs, whispering softly, âyou are soo lucky heâs your papai.â
your heart raced as he peeled his hoodie off, back muscles staring right at you as he headed for your room, you felt your insides begin to sizzle.
â but you were even luckier he was your husband.
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Good Animated Omens - Behind the Scenes
Here's a behind-the-scenes look at the walk cycles I animated of Aziraphale and Crowley (original post here).
I'll reiterate that the character designs are @lookitsstevie's creation! I made builds in Toonboom Harmony based on their designs, and then animated the builds.
Long post under the cut, organized into four parts. Feel free to jump around or just click through the images and gifs to get an idea of the gist. (At least take a look at Part IV, where you'll see a version of Aziraphale without his jacket and a closeup of Crowley's torso!)
Hopefully this is interesting even if you don't know the first thing about animation. It's not a step-by-step-from-scratch tutorial, but it might give animators some ideas to think about when trying this software!
I'm happy to answer questions about what I cover here - comments, DM's, or ask-box questions are all fine by me. If you like any of the new gifs and want to reblog it on its own, I can make new posts for those upon request! (I'd prefer you don't reupload them, but if you do please at least credit me with a tag to my account - thank you!!)
Part I: The interface and some basics
Above is a screencap of the software interface.
In the centre is the Camera window, where all the drawing and animating is done.Â
To the left, the Node View. It's a representation of how the pieces and layers that make the characters are grouped and connected to each other, which is what makes a character "build". Every piece in this window is called a node, and there are different types. Light blue "drawing nodes" contain the drawings themselves. Each drawing node usually has a green "peg" attached; the peg is used to move and rotate the drawing piece; you set a pivot point on each peg. Light grey nodes are groups that have more nodes within, and dark blue nodes are added effects (eg masks, the blur for the halo, etc).
Below, the Timeline - it's where keyframes are set and tweened. The red square dots indicate there is a new keyframe on a particular frame; the white dots indicate keyframes are on layers nested somewhere under the topmost visible layer. All the pieces of the characters can be found in the timeline and correspond to the pieces that exist in the Node View (and Camera). Typically you work with a collapsed view of the build layers in the timeline, which allows you to set keyframes on multiple layers at once.
To the right, a few tabs in this window - Tool Properties, Colour Palettes, and, shown on top here, the Library. The library is where you store your builds, so that you can bring in a fresh copy when animating a new scene. This library tab also has the Drawing Substitution window, which shows thumbnails of every drawing contained in a drawing node when that node is selected.
A second of animation is 24 frames long. Finished animation will often have keyframes on every second frame with the tweens removed, to help simulate the look and feel of traditional animation - this is known as animating "on twos", and saved time, money and paper in the old days. If you leave the tweens on, and/or have keyframes on every frame, the animation is "on ones".
My walks are on twos - it's the look I prefer.
When I say "tween" I'm specifically referring to the software feature that will automatically calculate and interpolate the path between two different poses/keys of a peg. An inbetween could be the result of using a tween, a new drawing, or both. On twos, an inbetween will look the same as any other keyframe on the timeline when you're finished - its relevance as a concept is during the process, not the end result.
Quality animation is achieved via a combination of moving/tweening pre-existing drawings using their pegs, and adding new drawings as hand-drawn inbetweens when needed. Toonboom Harmony also has nodes called "deformers": they offer a way to tween the shape of a drawing without needing to redraw inside the drawing node. (Part IV has the explanation for which pieces I used them for, and why.)
Part II: Navigating the builds
This is what their default poses with no animation look like.
Animation using builds is sometimes colloquially referred to as "puppet-style animation" because the way you can connect body parts to each other feels like making and handling a 2D digital puppet: you can connect a hand to a forearm so that they can move as a unit, and you can connect that unit to an upper arm to move the whole arm as a unit, and that arm gets connected to the torso, and so on.
When you want to connect two pieces, like a hand to a forearm, then you create another peg in the Node View and attach the two body parts together under that new peg. The screencaps below show the nodes that make up Aziraphale's and Crowley's entire builds inside their respective groups:
Things got a bit sloppy ... It looks extremely complicated, but once it's set up, you don't have to think about it too much when you're animating!
And I've zoomed in on the nodes that make their arms so you can see how there are pegs on top of pegs (all the green nodes), with wires connecting everything:
As I explained in Part I, new drawings are added and contained within a body part's drawing node (the light blue ones under the green ones), and the Drawing Substitution window is where you can see all the drawings that exist in a particular node. In the timeline, you set keyframes for moving the pegs, and you also choose which frame the new drawings will appear when applicable. You might have a lot of drawings stored in the nodes, but only what you set to appear in the timeline will be visible in the final animation.
You can select a body part in the camera view, and then find the corresponding layer in the Timeline or the Node View by pressing the "o" keyboard shortcut. If you select a body part by clicking on it, and then press the "b" keyboard shortcut, you will jump up to the next peg it's connected to. You can hide and unhide pieces using "d" and "a" respectively.
In the first capture above, I'm showing that the arm pieces can be moved separately or together, and you can see how the pegs in the Node View light up when I select them in the Camera window (hiding them turns them red). In the second capture, I pop down to the timeline to step back and forth between the poses - the light grey row (it appears between the rows of red dots) represents the hand's drawing node in the timeline.
Part III: Summary of animation process
In my head I imagined how their walks would differ from each other - Aziraphale bouncier but with very straight posture and limited arm movement, vs Crowley slinking and swaggering all over.
I also knew that I wanted the animation to look good for both a walking-on-the-spot version, and as a version walking across the screen (both versions are at the top of the post!).
Then I started doing some rough animation.
I set aside my finished builds for the roughs. For each character, I made a few drawing nodes and two pegs; a peg for the up-and-down upper body motion, which I tweened, and a peg for moving them across the screen. The legs and arms are drawing substitutions.
With these extremely rudimentary rough "builds", I worked out - how many frames long the walks would be, - how far the characters would move across the screen each step, - how much the upper bodies would move up and down, and - the key drawings of the legs and feet.
I didn't worry about animating clothing, hair, or Azi's arms in the rough stage. For those elements, the drawings would be spaced really close together and would be easier to figure out with tweens. (Note: this rudimentary setup would be sufficient if you want to clean up and inbetween characters by hand frame-by-frame instead of making full builds; my preference is build animation because the process is more fun for me)
Then I started working with the finished builds, using the roughs as a guide, and established the broadest motions first: the up-and-down motion in the upper bodies (I set a keyframe at the lowest point, a keyframe at the highest point, then tweened between them) and how far they'd travel across the screen. Then the feet were done.
I went back and forth between viewing them walking on the spot and walking across the screen to make sure that both versions worked. I also made sure they crossed the same amount of ground relative to each other.
After those crucial parts, I moved on to animating their arms, hair, torsos, clothing details, and finishing the legs, not necessarily in that order. I simulated twisting/rotating their torsos in 3d space by moving their waistcoats and lapels.
The first gif switches back and forth between versions (imagine a background scrolling by when they walk on the spot). The second gif is an example of bad "footslip" - they're moving at different speeds, and if you pay attention to their feet, Aziraphale appears to slip on ice while Crowley appears to slide forward on skates.
"You go too fast for me, Crowley!"
Part IV: Extras and details
Here is a version of Aziraphale's walk without his jacket, and a closeup of Crowley so you can see his swaying hips better:
One of the cool things about animating with builds is they lend themselves well to small modifications; the jacketless version took all of five minutes to make.
I'd be remiss not to include a close-up of Aziraphale's hair, the real star of the animation :) (Crowley's hair is also animated but I purposefully kept it understated since it's a much different texture.) And a closeup image of Crowley's snake tattoo:
The biggest unit for both of them are their upper bodies, which includes their pelvises. The up-and-down motion is only on one peg instead of on every single piece, which is handy because it means I can hide just that part of the animation when I want to work on the clothing details:
During the process of animation, I am often hiding then unhiding pieces like this so I can see what I'm doing.
Their clothing ended up being a lot of separate pieces, which I kept adding during animation rather than before, as it was hard to predict everything I needed. Their clothing also incorporates cutters (aka masks), and deformers (see explanation in Part I). In the next set of gifs the deformers show up as green outlines with handles and get turned on and off.
Aziraphale's torso functions as a mask for his clothing. The shape of his torso subtly changes via deformer. His lapels and waistcoat have V shapes that are masks/cutters (they cut a V shape out of those pieces); the same pieces that make the cutters also are used for the black lines of those V shapes via a special layering setup. The main shapes of his lapels are animated with deformers, and you can see how far beyond his torso shape they extend when I turn on the deformers in the second gif.
Deformers work best for shapes that change a little bit, and/or slowly. The minor shape changes in his and Crowley's clothes ended up being a great use case for deformers, because they pretty much tweened perfectly.
The reason I didn't use them on Aziraphale's legs was because those shapes change significantly between keys; I predicted I'd have to re-adjust every frame of a tweened deformer, so I drew the inbetweens by hand (halfway through, I realized I probably should have used them after all, but I was in too deep by then; hand drawing was fun though!). Deformers worked well on his bottom jacket:
Crowley's pelvis is layered above and below his thigh pieces and has a deformer. Also take a look at all the drawing substitutions for his hands:
And lastly the deformers on the hair:
Epilogue
I'm hoping the gifs all play at the same speed for everyone as they play for me. Hopefully the demo gifs are at least watchable, if not super clear... (I'll listen to feedback on the presentation of the information, for if I do similar posts in future!) Don't hesitate to ask questions about anything I covered, or about any details you noticed that I didn't elaborate on!
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Thanks for reading, and have a nice day!
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Lucifer confessing to an artist reader
ăťâĽ Lucifer gets jealous, and has to prove his love for you
| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |
x: WOW this was a rollercoaster to write. Alastor being petty, a musical number, and.. đ youâll have to read and see!
warnings: Mild swearing
âMreow?âÂ
You stirred slightly under the covers in your bed, waking from the noise. You were so warm and cozy, in your little nest of pillows that you hugged to your chest. Stilling yourself, you strained your ears, listening for whatever had awoken you.
âMreooow,â came that needy, animalistic cry again.
âKeeKee?â You whispered hoarsely.
A high-pitched chirp answered your question.
Grumbling in protest, you grasped the sheets and pulled them from your face. Squinting at the morning light emanating from the large windows on the other end of the room.Â
You rubbed a hand down your face, in an attempt to squeeze out the exhaustion still fogging your mind. With a sigh, you pivoted, placing your feet on the cold, wood floor beneath.
Now where was that furball?Â
You scanned the room, before your eyes landed on the small black and white cyclopean cat. She sat on your nightstand, her tail swishing with happiness as you answered her call.Â
âYou silly kitty, what do you want so early in the morning?â You questioned her, and received another chirp as a response.
You always found it fascinating that the small feline was actually the key to the hotel, created by Luciferâs magic as a gift to Charlie when she took over the place.Â
You could feel it, even now, that warm crackle of energy as it flowed off KeeKeeâs fur. It was faint, but so familiar. If you buried her face in her fur far enough, you could even smell traces of his scent.Â
As you and Lucifer grew closer, so did KeeKee. She had started following around the hotel, always a few steps behind as you traveled the halls. This morning routine of hers wasnât new either. Before, youâd open your door and find her sprawled out on the ground on her back, her belly exposed as she greeted you.Â
You started leaving your door cracked after that, allowing her to enter whenever she pleased. Sheâd make her bed on the same cushion Lucifer was so fond of while you painted, and drift into sleep.Â
Sometimes, youâd use her for practice sketches. Although you could only do so while she dreamed, as she was not as good at sitting still as Lucifer was.
It was almost as if she sensed the connection between the two of you, mirroring your bond with her own loyalty. With a soft smile, you reached out to pet KeeKee, feeling the comforting vibrations of her purrs resonating through your fingertips.Â
Rising from the bed, you made your way into the small bathroom. Twisting the sink handle, you let the fountain of water flow into the drain as it is heated.Â
Your eyes landed on the object next to the faucet, and you smiled unconsciously as you picked up the yellow rubber ducky.Â
âYour new soap dispenser,â Lucifer had stated one evening, âEasily compactible to take it on the go and.. with the scent of apple pie.âÂ
He demonstrated by softly squeezing the sides of the toy, and a small glob of soap left its mouth and landed into the palm of his hand.Â
You had taken it from him and lifted it to your nose, inhaling a deep breath.Â
âDelectable.â You teased, before placing it on the table beside you.
After his little performance at the art studio, Luciferâs affection towards you grew bolder by the day. He often arrived at your room with a gift or two, even more than his silly little ducks.Â
Once, he brought you a small violin, the color pure angelic white with golden strings. You had stared at it in awe when he set it on the table.
âItâs white for you to paint,â Lucifer had explained, âWhatever little fantastical ideas you have to cover this instrument with, I just know itâll be amazing.â
You had blushed, before letting your fingers glide across its smooth surface. Tracing its frame, memorizing its shape.Â
âI was going to get you a fiddle, like my own. But, I believe this best suits the musical pieces you are so familiar with.â
You sat across from each other at the dining table in your room, arms resting lazily on its surface as you sipped from your glass of Spiced Apple Wine.Â
That was another gift he had brought you. Claiming he only enjoyed the taste of fine-aged wine from his personal cellar. You had gotten used to its slightly sour taste by now, but you were glad for that slight pinch on your tongue. It kept you from ogling Lucifer for too long.
The only light emanating from your room was the candles placed around you, their flames dancing, casting shadows across the walls. The soft ting of piano keys thrummed in the air, flowing from a small brown radio on your dresser.
Not too long ago, Alastor had given it to you for your personal use. A very rare gift from a demon like him. You had just assumed it was his way of getting you on his side, your unease of him mustâve been apparent enough.Â
Your years of attempted swindling by potential buyers for your pieces created a sixth sense, the ability to smell when someoneâs words didnât echo their intentions.
Even though you had no animosity towards him, and spoke to him frequently enough that you did not feel any kind of negative intentions from him, his mysterious past and psychopathic tendencies struck you as odd. His presence was dark and cold.Â
Nothing like Luciferâs, whoâs aura was so warm and energetic you could get drunk off of it.Â
Alastorâs? That would sober you up in an instant.
Why didnât you feel the same about Lucifer? After all, he had the same charm that swooped those around him off their feet.Â
âHis ability to love,â you concluded in your head, âthat was why.â
He showed deep care for the people close to him, while Alastor always held people at arms-length. Literally and figuratively.
Your personal feelings didnât mean you werenât going to use the radio, so whenever youâd hear Lucifer nearing your room, youâd switch it to polka. Learning by now that was one of his favorite genres. It played in the background as you discussed the violin.
âI think itâs best if you taught me how to play, I might have some knowledge on musical history, but that doesnât mean I know anything about the instruments themselves.â You had conceded.
He shook his head at that, âNonsense. If there is anyone I know that could pick up skills like this quickly, it would be you.â
âWhat makes you think that?â You had laughed.
âBecause, youâre amazing. Talented, with passion that could take on the world. You and my daughter have more in common than you think. A drive that I wish I had.â
That had stopped your train of thought, your cheeks heating once more. Most times you would try to brush off his comments, and continue on to the next subject, even if those words made it hard for you to fall asleep that same night.
But this time, you let his words linger in the air between you. The faint glow from the candles illuminating his face, his angelic features intensifying.Â
It was your turn to make a move, you couldnât let him have all the fun.
Slowly, your hand traveled across the table, until your fingers grazed his own. Lucifer never pulled back, instead, he accepted your advance. Lacing his fingers with your own.
The two of you didnât speak, you didnât need to. The day could be filled with laughter and quick-wits. But, the night? That belonged to your silent bouts of affection.
Just two pairs of eyes staring out through the large open bay windows, the flickering lights from the city your own little TV.Â
What was he thinking about? You had wondered. You were aware of the divorce of his wife years ago, and the fracture of his family still weighed on him. Even if his relationship with Charlie was improving the day. Did he blame himself for his family splitting?Â
You had never pried him on such things, there was no reason to bring him more pain. Heâd open up about it when he was ready, he always did.
Was that why he was slow to actually ask for your kindness? Your care?Â
Your love?Â
He was a showman, with a drive to impress strangers around him, to win them over with his charm and flare. But you werenât a stranger, not anymore.Â
There was this tiny parasite that gnawed at the back of your mind, whispering such horrid things of him leaving you if you made the first move.Â
âHis pride is too great to let him be swooned completely by a lower demon,â it hissed, âHe just wants something casual, nothing truly real,â
Was that true? Would he reject you and move on? Surely, there were much stronger, much smarter demons than you in Hell that he could choose.Â
Maybe, youâd just have to grow a backbone and ask him.Â
âSoonâ, you promised.
The calming scent that wafted from the candles around the room pulled you away from such thoughts. Instead, you used your free hand to lift the wine glass to your lips, downing the remaining liquor. Your body blooming with warmth as it traveled down your throat, and your head turning fuzzy with bliss.Â
A gentle thump as KeeKee landed on the counter pulled you back to reality. You finished washing your face, and placed it into the cool embrace of the small towel in your hands.
Turning away from the sink, you walked back into the main room. KeeKee trailed you as you rummaged through your dresser, plucking out items of clothing as you began to change for the day.Â
âCome, KeeKee,â You called, clicking your tongue at her as you strided to the doorway of your room.Â
She responded with a chirp and raced past you, out into the hallway. You watched her scurry down the stairs as you headed for the lobby. You were supposed to finish the season of RuGaulâs Drag Race this morning with Angel Dust, and honestly, it was a pretty good show.
Unfortunately, the raised bump in the carpet right in front of your foot had other plans.
âFuck!â You hissed as you fell forward, your arms instinctually raising to catch your fall.
You hit the ground with an oomph. Luckily, you caught yourself in time to not face any serious injury. Except the sting of your pride. You lay there defeated for a moment, the ache in your arms subsiding slowly.
âWell, hello down there, my friend!â Came a familiar call, static trickling from their voice.
 âHello, Alastor.â You greeted the Radio Demon with a painful sigh.Â
âIt appears youâve gotten yourself into a bit of a pickle, hm? Let me help you with that.âÂ
Black tendrils gathered around you, they were unnaturally cold and you squirmed against their touch.Â
They tightened around you and lifted you up, up, and up until the soles of your feet were steady on the ground. They flowed off of you, disappearing like a shadow into Alastorâs form.
âThank you, Alastor. That was very kind of you,â you spoke as you brushed dust off your clothes. Youâd need to talk to Nifty about coming to your side of the building more often to clean.Â
âIt was no problem, my friend. I could not just sit by and allow you to take such an attitude from that silly carpet.âÂ
Alastor snapped his fingers, and the tiny lump in the carpet that had delivered the tripping blow vanished. Leaving behind a nice, smooth surface.
His head snapped back up to you, that large smile still plastered on his face. You were about to open your mouth again when his gaze landed on something behind you, past the railing.
âAh, I see you have finished another one of your paintings! What a wonderful piece this is, yes, truly remarkable!âÂ
He walked forward, and placed one hand on the railing. On the opposite side of the room, at eye level to the second floor, was a painting depicting a very large, glittering lake. A tall forest surrounded it, with massive snowy mountains as the backdrop.Â
Small winged-angels sat near the waters, feasting on grapes and wine as they enjoyed the summer sun. Some stood near white-freckled fawns as they fed them fruits and nuts, their faces lit in joyful smiles.Â
âYes, it took me forever. Water is a pain to get perfect. Do you.. think it fits?âÂ
âOf course it does, my dear!â His enthusiastic voice not missing a beat, âI think Charlie choosing you for this job was a marvelous choice! You must have taken much inspiration from some of the classic artists.. Perhaps Edgar Payne?â
A look of surprise crossed your face. He knew about the famous western landscape artist? Alastor didnât seem like a fine arts kind of man to you.
âI used some of his techniques, yes. I didnât know you had such knowledge, Alastor.â You responded, a hint of questioning in your tone. Prompting him to speak more about the subject.Â
Alastor waved his hand in the air in a brushing motion, as if it was no big deal.
âOh, here and there. When I was alive hosting my radio show I once toured an art gallery for an advertisement. His pieces were on display, and I suppose his work has been imprinted in my mind ever since.â
âThatâs very interesting, actually. I shouldnât be surprised though, you seem to be in favor of many classic mediums.âÂ
âMm, yes. I just canât stand the way modern society has seemed to falter from its most creative forms. Iâm sure soon theyâll just start paying robots up there to make art for them.â
You doubted that, people using robots to make art? What was the point of it if not created by the human hand?
It was then you caught his eyes darting to something behind you, towards the staircase. Did his eye just twitch?
Alastorâs toothy grin widened further, which you thought couldnât be possible. Before you could turn around and get a look at whatever had captured his attention, his gaze landed back on you.
He quickly sidled much closer to you, and placed his free hand on your shoulder. Your eyes widened at the touch, heâd never been brazen like this before. Let alone being this close to you.Â
Suddenly, he let out a loud, boisterous laugh at nothing particular. His head slightly shook from side to side like he just heard the funniest story in his life, which made you lean back slightly at his very odd actions.
âOh, my dear, you are such a charm. Truly. I always enjoy our little talks about your ideas. You are so very passionate about your work.âÂ
Your eyebrows raised in suspicion at his behavior. What was this man up to?Â
âWe should definitely continue our talks sometime, perhaps, in the comfort of your study?â He questioned, placing his other hand on your shoulder, âMaybe, you could even teach me some of that history you have trapped in your noggin, mmm what was that era called.. the Renaissance?â
Your mouth parted slightly as you contemplated his words. He wanted to learn from you? You had never graced anyone with your teachings other than Lucifer, and you kind of liked it that way.
âWell.. I donât know if-â
âAhem.â Came a familiar, male voice from behind the two of you.Â
Your words caught in your throat. Uh oh.
You watched Alastorâs grin deepen into a knowing smirk. His eyes snapping to the figure behind you, eyebrows raised.Â
You pivoted, seeing the familiar pale face staring intensely at you, practically into your soul. You tried to smile at him, your teeth clenched painfully as you stood besides Alastor. His hand still on your shoulder.Â
You tried to speak through your eyes, desperately trying to tell him this was not something you had asked for. You werenât sure whether he could read it.
Luciferâs gaze diverted to the hand on your shoulder, and you could feel a crackle of scorching hot energy in the air around you.
âWhy, hello there, your majesty.â Alastor greeted him with mock enthusiasm.Â
âWhat a surprise to see you here,â Lucifer responded, a slight growl in his voice. He straightened his back, leaning slightly forward on his staff, as though the scene before him was not a bother. He was terrible at hiding it though.Â
âIndeed. My dear friend and I were just discussing their paintings, arenât they a wonder?â
âOf course they are.â Lucifer responded.Â
âWe have such good conversations, you know, about their vast knowledge on the subject. It makes me envious really.âÂ
He released your shoulder from his grasp, and you scooted an inch away from him.Â
âPerhaps, one day, you would care to join us? But I'm sure their line of work isnât something you are interested in, hm?â Alastorâs words left his lips, and Luciferâs teeth bared at that.
Alastorâs smile intensified as his own energy filled the room, an invisible dual of power was beginning to emerge between the two demons. It reminded you of what happened when Lucifer had arrived at the hotel for the first time, when they had fought for the position as Charlieâs father figure.Â
Alastor wasnât an idiot though, Lucifer could eradicate him at any moment. Was just simply irritating the fallen angel his only motivation?
Was Alastorâs initial conversation with you just to pull the strings of what was happening now? Did he know Lucifer was coming to see you? That sly asshole.
Alastor turned away from Luciferâs glare, and met your gaze.
âHow is that radio doing that I gave you? I hope youâve been putting it to good use, I was trying my hardest to
think of the perfect gift for you, and I just knew that you would be interested in it.âÂ
âIt was.. nice, thank you.. Alastor.â You responded, afraid what would happen if you ignored his question.Â
âMy pleasure, dear friend. Weâve been through thick and thin, you and I. Itâs only right I share with you a piece of my.. admiration towards you.â
Admiration?Â
Lucifer stalked up to the two of you, staring daggers in Alastorâs back. Clearing his throat, he let out a dark chuckle.
âIâm sure your little relationship is over-exaggerated,â He said, his tone passive aggressive, âIâve hardly seen you in the same room together, let alone have such meaningful conversations.â
âBut, of course we do! I was there the first day they walked through those doors. I was the one that welcomed them to their new home, and it was I who furnished their room in the first place. Seeing as barely anything has been changed or moved around, it is safe to say our connection is much deeper than you may think.â
You heard Lucifer growl again. His eyes flickering to a shade of red.
âWell, itâs too bad your gift is useless now.â Lucifer hissed, âThey have an instrument of their own, which I have provided them.â
Alastorâs ear twitched at that, and he turned to you in mock fascination.Â
âOh, an instrument? Did you know I used to play in a band?â He turned to you, his questions armed with ill intentions, âI would love nothing more than to give you a lesson or two!â
âI am going to teach them, actually.â Lucifer snapped, âI couldnât imagine the terrible noises that would come from you plucking strings like a tone-deaf banshee.â
Alastor laughed at that before reaching out and grabbing your hand. You had the growing itch to rip it away, but his stare whispered dark things, and you relented. Allowing him to grip your wrist loosely.
âWell, this has been fun, and I would like to continue our talks,â He addressed you, âBut I have important business to attend to within the hotel, as your faithful hotelier. Perhaps, later tonight?âÂ
Your smile faltered for a second, giving him a slight glare. You weren't going to let him think you were falling for his games.
âSuch a shame you have so much attention on you from so many others, those demons on the streets really look at you with such enamoration. My word, just practically begging for your attention! If only you would share all your ideas and knowledge with just me, youâd know how fantastic of a listener I am.â
âOthers?â Lucifer asked incredulously.
Alastor ignored him, instead, he did something that you never expected.
He gingerly pulled your hand closer to his face, before leaning down slightly and placing a quick peck to your knuckles. You gasped, placing a hand over your mouth to cease it quickly.Â
It was meaningless, you could tell. An act to simply further spur on Luciferâs rage.Â
âWhy you pompous little fucking-!â Lucifer roared, but was cut off by Alastorâs maniacal fit of giggles.
Suddenly, the red demon evaporated into a large green cloud of smoke. A gust of freezing wind rushed you as he vanished. Behind you, Luciferâs large hat was carried with the gust of wind, and he was left practically frothing at the mouth, his hair disheveled from the wind. His eyes still a dark sickly-red.Â
You strode up to him, placing a hand on his arm. Trying to get him to look at you.Â
âI promise you, we were not talking genuinely just then, Lucifer.âÂ
âDo you have conversations with that creep when iâm not around? Have you been telling him the same things youâve shared with me?âÂ
You rolled your eyes, letting out a breath of hot air.Â
âDonât be ridiculous, heâs just getting under your skin. Iâve barely spoken with him.â
âWhat did he mean by âothersâ? You have suitors that iâm not aware of?â
You leaned back, confusion spreading across your face. Was Lucifer.. jealous? Was the thought of other demons trying to get intimate with you.. bothering him?
âWhat? Well, I donât know, maybe. Itâs not like I-â
âItâs me who knows almost everything about you. Iâm the King of Hell, what can anyone offer you that I canât?â
What was this? Heâs never spoken a word about courting you, which is why your feelings towards his affection were mixed. But now, he wants to?Â
âAnd here I thought I could make it to the overlord meeting in time,â He growled. Before his gaze was renewed with fresh determination.
He grabbed your hand, pulling you closer, and snapped his fingers.Â
Before you could blink, the area around you melted and transformed into a beautiful restaurant. You were sitting at an oak table, candles lit around you. A wine glass in front of you.
Lucifer materialized at the seat across from you in a very tight, clean black tuxedo with a red bow tie around his neck.
He gave you a playful smirk, before another figure strode to your table. You looked up, and saw.. Lucifer? Again? This time in a classic waiter outfit, an apron tied around his waist. He held a plate of food in one hand, before setting it down before you.Â
âYouâre favorite dish, catered by yours truly.â Waiter Lucifer spoke confidently.
You looked down at the foodstuff on the plate, your mouth watering. It really was your favorite dish. You reached out to grab it, before you were thrusted into darkness again.
Where were you now?!Â
You were sitting on a very comfortable cushioned chair, and as you whipped your head around, noticed that there were rows and rows of the same kind of chairs.Â
âWhat the hell is going on?!â You yelled to the scene, but received no answer.Â
Placed in them were more.. Lucifers? They all whooped and cheered, clapping at whatever was in front of you. You turned your head, taking in the sight before you.
It was a lit stage. The curtain was closed, so you were unable to see what was on it. Suddenly, the curtain lifted, and there was Lucifer again, he held a Violin, similar to the one he gave you, but this time in pure gold.
He looked at you before gliding the bow across its strings, the echoes of its chords filling the room. You perked, recognizing its tune.
It was âInnsbruck, I must leave theeâ! The same one he had asked you about when you caught him humming that one time.
Did he learn it⌠just for you? Your heart fluttered. Was this grandiose display just him trying to prove that he cared about you and your interests?
It continued for a moment longer, the strings on his instrument singing with raw power. It was a beautiful sound, and for a moment you were lost in it. Emotions from your past bubbling inside of you.
And then, he let go of the violin and it began playing on its own. It floated in the air gracefully as its tune continued. He leapt off the stage and landed right in front of your seat. He extended his hand, waiting for you to take it.Â
You hesitated for a moment, unsure of where you would be taken next.
âLuci..â You said, giving him a questioning look.
He only smirked at you, his eyebrows raised playfully. You shook your head, a smile blooming on your face at his theatrics, and laced your fingers with his.Â
Instead of being thrown into darkness like before, gold flashed around you as he teleported you somewhere distant.
This time, you were on the roof of a very tall building, you shook your head to rid yourself of the dizziness before taking in the sights around you.
You were in Pentagram city, Heaven high above you, itâs white glow helping to light the rooftop like a stage.
Your hand was still gripping his, and he did not pull away. Neither did you.Â
Suddenly, a tune began once more. Unfamiliar this
time, and you twisted your head to find where it was coming from, but to no avail. It seemed to be emanating from the entire space around you.
Was there a faint musical number playing in the background, or was that just your imagination?
Lucifer pulled you closer, his classic red and white hats by vest clung to his frame. His hat and overcoat nowhere in sight.
âLucifer, what are youâŚâ You trailed off, right as he opened his mouth and started to.. sing.
With treasures untold and riches divine,
I offer you the world, to make you mine.
His voice was like velvet, that boisterous playful demeanor apparent as he circled you around, you turned with him, never releasing his hand. He continued, his eyes never straying from you as he sang.
I can offer you kingdoms, castles of gold,
Mountains of riches, for you to behold,
Diamonds that shimmer, like stars in the night,
With every breath, with every sigh,
Iâll lavish you with riches, until the end of time.
His singing ceased, and you were rushed back into reality. You looked at him in awe, enamored by that pretty voice of his. It was ethereal, just like God has designed him to be.
You stood there for a second, eyes fixed on Luciferâs hand as it entwined with yours. Your gaze traveling to those big, beautiful golden eyes that practically begged for your response.Â
In that moment, as the sun above illuminated his pretty face and his shining hair flowing in the gentle breeze, you realized how much you adored- no, loved this man.Â
Summoning all of your willpower, you answered. Your lips parted as your tongue began to form words of your own design. You didnât call up any lyrics from pieces of past design. These words needed to be yours. Needed to say everything you desired and more.Â
I donât want your magic,
I donât want your gold,
I want your eyes on me,
Until we grow old,Â
The words left your lips, soft and buttery, as your confession rang through the air. You desperately hoped your voice didnât sound like nails against a chalkboard, that it held some resemblance to his own angelic vocals.Â
His eyes widened for a moment, before they softened. A sparkle shining in them that wasnât there before.Â
A genuine, heart-melting smile crossed his face as he listened to your words flowing from your tongue so gracefully, like water cascading from the Fountain of Youth.
You took his other hand, pulling him backwards, as you danced across the narrow rooftop, like ballerinas, your footsteps synced and graceful.Â
Suddenly, he turned you towards the edge, your heels mere inches from the ledge of the roof. For a moment, you felt like youâd slip and plunge into the depths, but those eyes of his held you steady in your mind.
Until his wings appeared behind him, beating softly, giving you air as he spun you slightly off the rooftop. A pulse of warm energy hit you, and your legs lifted out from under you. Like you were Jane with your Peter Pan, and his magic fairy dust was going to send you gliding off to Neverland.
For a moment, you felt like you had wings of your own. That feeling of absolute freedom, unchained from the ground as you floated for a moment before Lucifer pulled you back to reality.
Your feet hit the rooftop once more and you were breathlessly aware of your heart beating in your throat. Your gaze snapped back to Lucifer once more, and you felt one of his hands lowering to your hip, the other still entwined with yours.
Lucifer leaned forward, and you with him. Your back curved into an arch as he leaned above you, your lips inches from brushing against each other. You felt like exploding, those butterflies fluttering wildly in your stomach threatening to burst.
Both your mouths opened at once, and your words entwined with his as your lips moved once more.
Your caring touch abundantly clear,
Itâs all iâve ever known,
With you my dear,Â
I surely fear,
My heart will never be my own.
As your song ended, you felt your heart and mind clear instantly as your truth had finally been told. The look of pure adoration in his eyes was enough to have you trembling under his touch.Â
Lucifer pulled you back onto your feet, his breathing heavy and the feathers on his wings ruffled.Â
With both hands on your hips, you reached forward and cupped his face. Heat spread across your body as your fingers grazed across the small wisps of hair that curled around his ears.
âDarling, I-â
Before you could let him finish his sentence, you squeezed your eyes shut, and planted your lips against his. He froze for a moment, his breath hitching, before his hands around your waist tightened and he deepened the kiss.
You moved your hands from his face and instead wrapped your arms around his neck, grasping at his shirt collar with hungry desire.
His scent washed over you, and you drank it in with desperation. A sweet, crisp dose of apple cinnamon mixed with faint traces of roses. You thanked Heaven in that moment, for releasing them from their grasp, and right into your arms down here in Hell.Â
Your knees hit the ground the same time as Luciferâs, and you felt the soft touch of his wings as they wrapped around you. Blanketing the two of you from the prying eyes of all the realms.Â
He pressed his face harder into yours as he cupped the small of your back. His teeth grazed the bottom of your lip, and you parted your mouth slightly, locking the two of you together even more intensely.Â
His lips left yours, and he planted feverish pecks across your cheek all the way to your earlobe. He bit tenderly on it, and you had to squeeze your lips together to stop from whimpering. He continued, trailing down your neck with hungry kisses, before burrowing his face into your shoulder blade.
You felt his teeth graze the artery in your neck, and you gasped, grasping at his hair desperately as pleasure coursed through your veins. His breath hot against your skin, tickling it.
âFuck,â You moaned, and his response was to push you farther into bliss as he suckled on your neck. Waves of pleasure hit you once more, and you began to sloppily kiss the top of his shoulder, slightly exposed from your roughhousing.
Lucifer tightened his grip around you, pulling you as flush to his body as he could manage. You both sat there on your knees in a mix of breathless gasps and hums of pleasure.
You did not want this moment to end. Finally, the both of you had opened yourselves up to your true feelings. You smiled at the thought, and planted a kiss on his earlobe as he lifted his head slightly from your neck.
Suddenly, the watch on Luciferâs wrist buzzed violently, and you heard him curse under his breath.
âIs that for your meeting?â Your voice came out in a hoarse whisper.
âUnfortunately,â He grumbled, before switching off the noise. He didnât move from his position though, and you realized he was going to try and skip out on it.
âYou should go.â You spoke, almost a command.
âWhy? Theyâve been fine without me for this long.â
âYouâre the king,â You retorted, meeting his gaze sternly, âGo do your job, iâm not going anywhere.âÂ
His look of distraught at having to depart sent another wave of butterflies into your body. You couldnât help but smile before giving him another quick peck on the lips.
âGo.â
âFine.âÂ
You both stood up, and his wings uncurled around your body, disappearing into his back. His fingers still with yours, as he reached down for his hat that lay on the ground beside you. You released his grip and fixed his bow tie. Pulling his overcoat back neatly onto his frame, and adjusting it slightly.Â
You wiped the sweat off his forehead and smoothed down his hair. Attempting to tidy him up as quickly as you could so he wouldnât be late. He smiled warmly as you fussed over him.
âNow, if you donât mind,â You spoke softly, batting your eyelashes at him, âI need a way off this roof.â
He smirked, before grasping his staff and tapping it against the ground.Â
A flurry of gold wafted around you, and that same energy tickled at the back of your neck just like it did at the art studio. His face blurring from the cascading waves of warm light that wrapped around you.
âSee you soon, My Love,â His voice echoed as your eyes shut and you felt that pull of energy. That feeling of floating on thin air hit you again, as you were warped away.Â
âThere you are!â Angel dust threw his arms in the air in exasperation a few feet away from you, as the particles of gold that floated above you disintegrated. You blinked a few times, letting your eyes adjust to the lights in the lobby.Â
âWhere were you this morning? I had to watch the final episode all by myself!â
Shit. Thatâs right. You placed a hand on your forehead, berating yourself silently for forgetting. Although you werenât too regretful about missing out on it for Lucifer.
âIâm so sorry, Angel. I just got.. busy, I guess.â
He shrugged, brushing off his slight irritation.Â
âItâs alright, ainât nobody hurt from it.â
He was going to turn away, towards the bar where Husk was readying drinks for the two of them, before his gaze narrowed in somewhere on your figure.
âWait, what the fuck is on your neck?â He asked suddenly, his eyes giving you a questioning stare, as he motioned towards it.
You looked at him confused, before reaching up and running a few fingers down the side of your throat. Your eyes flew wide open in surprise, and your hand cupped your mouth as you felt it. Your cheeks set on fire instantly.
Apparently, as a final gift, Lucifer had left a rather large hickey in the crook of your neck. Both Husk and Angel leaned in to get a better look at it, their eyes widening in surprise.Â
âThat dickhead finally did it, huh?â Husk spoke up, a knowing smirk on his lips as he cleaned glasses behind the bar.
Angelâs eyes lit up in delight, and he squeezed his own cheeks as realization dawned on him.
âFucking finally! Does that mean you two are a thing now?â
You contemplated for a moment, before meeting Angelâs gaze once more. A smirk growing on your lips.Â
KeeKee appeared at your feet, rubbing at your ankles in greeting. You gingerly reached down and picked her up. She was so soft to the touch, and you caught the faint scent of Lucifer once more as she nestled into your chest.
âI guess so,â You finally replied once you situated the cat into your arms, âNow if you excuse me, gentleman, I need a breather.âÂ
Angel whistled flirtatiously behind you as you walked away, and you couldnât help the growing heat that hit your cheeks once more.
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a/n: let me know your thoughts!! i almost didnât added the little singing bit but i cracked my knuckles and summoned the lyricist in me to have some fun. I mean, it canât be Hazbin Hotel without a song right?
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little dove.
pairing: tom riddle x reader.
song inspiration: if u think i'm pretty by artemas.
author's note: can't believe this is my first tom fic, but please know that this man awakens the feral, unhinged side of me. let me slytherin to your chamber of secrets and ride that basilisk tommy đ
This was a stupid, idiotic, and terrible idea.Â
Unfortunately for you, those were the conditions in which Harry and Ron worked best under. In your defense, you tried to talk them out of the prank, but the boys were determined to leave their mark. You suppose you couldâve told Hermione, but you didnât want to interrupt her date with Draco. When it came to talking sense into their thick skulls, you were completely and utterly alone.Â
After much argument, you finally accepted that you werenât going to get anywhere with Harry and Ron. The only thing you could do was supervise their reckless pursuits and minimize the damage as much as possible. So here you were, sneaking into the dungeons under the cover of darkness.Â
âThis will be the best seventh year prank yet,â Ron whispered as he trailed close behind. âFred and George are going to be so jealous.âÂ
âIf we donât die from the cold first,â Harry quipped sarcastically, slightly shivering underneath the invisibility cloak draped over the three of you. âThe Slytherins really take the whole cold-blooded thing quite literally, donât they?âÂ
You huffed in response, trying your best to muffle your steps. âCan we please focus on not getting caught? We need to be in and out of the dungeons before the prefects start their patrols.âÂ
The boys nodded as you inched further into the serpentâs nest. Luckily, the corridor that housed Professor Snapeâs office was empty. You held your breath as you began to unravel the wards protecting the entrance. You had to give it to him, Snape was incredibly thorough when it came to his security measures. Good thing you were an expert on unlocking charms.Â
With a final flick of your wand, the door gave way and creaked open. Ron and Harry wore matching grins as the three of you spilled into the office. Closing the door behind you, Harryâs green eyes crinkled with mischief.Â
âLetâs get started.âÂ
Surprisingly, Harry and Ronâs half-arsed plan was actually coming together. The three of you worked in silence, the boys handing you paints and supplies at the snap of your fingers. After a few more strokes, you flicked your paintbrush over the wall and cocked your head to examine your work. Nearly every single surface of Professor Snapeâs office was covered in your illustrationsâtechnically vandalism according to wizarding law.Â
The drawings, imbued with the same magic that powered the moving portraits, depicted caricatures of Professor Snape, all of which scurried like rats along the walls, hurtling globs of paint at one another. The head of Slytherin house was going to have a fit when he saw what youâd done to his office. You almost wished you could be there in the morning to witness the look on Snapeâs face when he uncovered your masterpiece.
âBloody brilliant!â Ron exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear as he packed up the paints and brushes. âYouâve really outdone yourself, Y/N.âÂ
Harry chuckled and nudged your shoulder. âSee? You do have a taste for trouble, after all.âÂ
You rolled your eyes fondly. âYeah, yeah. Now help me clean up so we can go.âÂ
As you carefully wiped the office of any trace of the three of you, Harry suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. You looked up, ready to scold him for idling, but fell silent when you saw the panicked expression on his face.Â
âWhat is it?â you asked quietly.Â
Harry held up his hand and slowly opened the door, peeking out into the darkness. A muffled clicking that sounded an awful lot like footsteps echoed from the corridor. âDo you hear that?âÂ
Ron cursed lowly. âThe prefects mustâve started their rounds early.âÂ
You peered over Harryâs shoulder and felt the color drain from your face. âItâs not the prefects,â you said, swallowing thickly. âItâs the Head Boy.âÂ
Both the boys swore under their breaths. You steeled yourself, knowing that panic was not going to get you anywhere. As quietly as possible, you retrieved Harryâs cloak and beckoned the boys underneath it.Â
âWeâre so fucked,â Ron mumbled.Â
âNo, weâre not,â you chided sternly. âGet under the cloak and donât make a sound.âÂ
Harry scooted in beside you, clutching the invisible fabric over his shoulders. âDo you have a plan?âÂ
You nodded. âRun like hell and donât get caught.âÂ
âThatâs a bloody terrible plan!â said Ron.Â
With a glare, you tugged the redhead underneath the cloak. âThen please, let us hear your brilliant idea, Ronald.â Ron stayed quiet, his freckled face etched with fear. âThatâs what I thought. Now stay close and for Merlinâs sake, try not to stomp around like a damned erumpent.â
Stupid.Â
Idiotic.Â
Terrible.Â
Every ounce of apprehension you felt earlier that night came rushing back as the three of you cowered in the darkness. It was pitch-black in the corridor, but you didnât dare cast lumos for fear of getting caught. Thankfully, a small light up ahead provided you with a vague sense of direction. You remembered passing the lit emerald sconce on the way down. All you had to do was get back to the entrance without running into the head boy.Â
The glimmer of hope became clearer and clearer as you neared the stairs that would lead you out of the dungeons. You were so close. Barely a few metres away from freedom.Â
Just as you thought you were safe, Ron knocked into a table, sending one of the snake sculptures guarding the alcove to the common room tumbling. The marble cracked against the concrete, breaking into a million pieces just like your hope of escaping.Â
âRun!â you huffed, urging the boys to go on.Â
A solid plan if you hadnât been nearly blind in the dark. You could hear the shuffling of footsteps beside you. Three sets belonging to you, Harry, and Ron, while an unknown fourth inched closer and closer. Whoever it was wasnât running, but they were definitely in pursuit.Â
You stumbled through the dark, nearly tripping over your own feet. From up ahead, you could hear Harry and Ron urging you on. As you broke into a sprint, paints and brushes came spilling out of your satchel. Under any other circumstance, you wouldâve abandoned your art supplies, but leaving them behind would fully incriminate the three of you. In the time it took to pick up the damning evidence, you stopped hearing your friendâs voices.Â
It wouldâve worried you, but in all honesty, you were relieved. If you could no longer hear the boys, then that meant they made it safely out of the serpentâs nest. A feat in itself given their track record. Those two couldnât be inconspicuous if they tried. Without the need to worry for them, you were confident that youâd be able to slip out undetected.Â
In hindsight, you were perhaps a tad bit overconfident. You were great at sneaking around, but apparently not good enough to slip the head boyâs notice. As soon as you started to creep past the dormitories, you ran into a wall that hadnât been there before.Â
Except it wasnât a wall.Â
It was a strong, firm chest. A chest that belonged to none other than Tom Riddle.Â
Leave it to your terrible luck to run straight into the arms of the scariest boy in the castle.Â
Determined not to cower, you lifted your chin defiantly and faced Tom head on. âHead Boy,â you greeted in acknowledgment.Â
Emerald eyes unflinchingly surveyed you, that intense green stare sweeping from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet. Beneath the faint glow of the Black Lake pouring in through the stained glass windows, you couldâve easily mistaken Tom Riddle for an angel. He looked like an illustration straight out of the Sistine Chapel. Beautiful, intricate, perfect.Â
Yet utterly terrifying.Â
Danger prickled at your skin as Tomâs lips curved into a sinister smirk. âMy, my, what do we have here? A little dove out of her cage.âÂ
You bristled as he brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his voice a seductive caress. It was low, husky, and a little rough around the edges. Just like its speaker. Tom plucked a paintbrush out of your satchel and examined it between his fingers. âI saw what you did to Snapeâs office. Quite artistic, arenât you?âÂ
A part of you considered denying it, but it wouldâve been a futile attempt. There was paint splattered all over your skirt and flecks of it were already drying on your skin. Tom had quite literally caught you red handed. The only thing you could do was to own up to it and face whatever consequences came as a result of your foolish actions.Â
âAre you going to turn me in to the headmaster?âÂ
Tom shook his head, his brown wavy hair falling over one eye. âNot until I catch your two helpers.âÂ
Panic seized your body. It may be too late for you, but Tom hadnât seen either Harry or Ron. There was a chance they could come out of this unscathed.Â
âI was alone,â you declared with your chin held high. âThere was no one else with me.âÂ
Anger contorted Tomâs handsome features. Those emerald eyes lit up in flames as he backed you into a wall, bracketing each side of your head with his arms as he leaned down. You tried not to cower under the intensity of his stare, but gods was it hard. Tom towered a good foot over you and as if that werenât intimidating enough, he also blocked every possibility of escape with his body.Â
âDonât lie to me, little dove,â Tom growled, tilting your chin up with one hand. âI heard three sets of footsteps running through the corridor.âÂ
You swallowed thickly, praying to Merlin to grant you the ability to flawlessly lie your arse off. âI swear, it was just me. No one else. I did it all by myself.âÂ
Tom hummed as if unconvinced. âWell, youâre certainly on your own now. Your idiotic friends left you down in the dungeons all alone. Donât you know that dangerous things lurk in the dark around here, Y/N?âÂ
âLike I said, I was alone.âÂ
âSo it appears,â Tom said, flashing you a smile that told you he was the most dangerous thing lurking in the dungeons. âPoor little dove wandering the serpentâs nest all on her own. Hasnât anyone told you that us Slytherins have teeth?âÂ
âWhy?â In an idiotic surge of courage, the words slipped out of your mouth before you could pull them back in. âDo you plan on biting me, Tom?âÂ
Tom grabbed your jaw roughly, making you whimper in surprise. âInsolent girl. Youâll learn your lesson soon enough.âÂ
Without warning, he grabbed you by the elbow and started dragging you down the corridor. At first, you were certain that Tom was taking you to Dumbledoreâs office, but as the minutes ticked by, you realized that you were going in the opposite direction. If anything, he was leading you right into the heart of the dungeons.Â
Tomâs grip tightened to the point of pain as he guided you up a set of twin staircases, practically flying up the steps on the right side, which you assumed led to the dormitories. It had a similar layout to the Gryffindor common room, except instead of leading into the towers, the narrow hallway opened into an intricate maze in the lower levels of the castle.Â
Nestled into the underbelly of Hogwarts was a large, dark room that was surrounded by more stained glass walls that looked out into the Black Lake. A school of fish swam by as Tom ushered you through the door, which he promptly locked behind him with a series of complicated spells you had no hope of deciphering.Â
You were trapped. Alone in a room. With Tom Riddle.
Upon closer inspection, you surmised that this had to be his private suite. It was twice as large as your dorm back in the towers and extremely private. A luxury that only the Head Boy and Head Girl enjoyed.Â
âYouâve been very bad, little dove,â Tom reprimanded. "You deserve to be punished, but Iâll tell you what. Give up the names of your accomplices and I might find it in my heart to go easy on you.âÂ
His drawling voice echoed in the bedroom as he leaned back against his desk, twirling his wand between his fingers. The look he leveled at you is enough to awaken your fear. Plus another emotion that you couldnât quite place your finger on.Â
Merlin, Tom was sizing you up like he was the lion and you were the helpless deer frolicking through the meadow. You steeled yourself and doubled down on your lies.Â
âThere was no one else, Tom.âÂ
He smirked as though youâd given him the answer heâd hoped to hear. Tom stopped twirling his wand, tucking it away in his back pocket as he stalked over to you. âVery well, then. I suppose youâll just have to endure their punishments too.âÂ
You swallowed past the lump in your throat. It occurred to you that while you had your wand, you were completely and utterly defenseless against Tom. It shouldâve scared you shitless, but instead you felt a strange sort of thrill as he came closer. âWhatâŚwhat sort of punishment?âÂ
A smirk curved at his lips as he fisted your hair between his fingers and tilted your head back to meet his gaze. âI think you know, babydoll.âÂ
Heat ignited in your veins as your tongue darted out to sweep across your bottom lip. âThis is crazy,â you whispered. âShouldnât you be telling Dumbledore? Snape? Someone in charge?âÂ
âIâm the one in charge,â Tom growled as he shoved you against his bookshelf. Your back hit solid wood, disturbing the neatly organized tomes behind you. âYou snuck into my dungeons, under my watch, and defaced my home. I will dole out your punishment as I see fit.âÂ
âAnd if I refuse?â You asked, hoping that you emulated the bravery that your house was infamous for.
Tom pressed his body against yours, leaving barely a hairsbreadth between you as he flashed you a feral smile. âItâs laughable that you still think you have a choice.âÂ
âI could scream bloody murder. Wake the entire castle up and alert everyone that you're holding a fellow student against her will."
âYou could,â Tom mused as amusement flickered in his eyes. âBut we both know you wonât.âÂ
âWhat makes you so sure?âÂ
âYouâd never risk such a scandalous act to go on your record. First vandalizing Professor Snapeâs office, then sneaking into the Head Boyâs dorm after curfew? Youâre on a downward spiral, arenât you, little dove?âÂ
âI didnât sneak into your dorm. You dragged me in here.âÂ
âPlease,â Tom said with a scoff. âLetâs not pretend that you donât want to be here. Iâve been watching you, you know. The perfect little Gryffindor good girl. You think you have everyone fooled, but not me.â You groaned as he pinned your hips in place, sliding his thigh between your legs.Â
âYou think I havenât noticed the way you look at me in class? Bending over in that tiny little skirt of yours hoping Iâll glance your way? Leaving the buttons to your blouse undone so you can give me a view of that lacy red bra? Biting your lip when youâre thinking dirty thoughts about me in class?âÂ
You flushed at his spot on assessment. Tom might be right on the mark, but you werenât about to admit that to him. Not when your pride was on the line. âI donât know what youâre talking about.âÂ
âDirty little liar.â Tom whispered against the shell of your ear. âYou know, your mental shields are impressive, but itâs like you canât help yourself when Iâm around. Youâre practically broadcasting your filthy fantasies every time weâre in the same room.âÂ
Fuck.Â
This was bad.Â
This was really fucking bad.
How many times had you sat in class staring at Tom while thinking the filthiest, dirtiest thoughts about him? Tom bending you over a desk. Tom slipping his fingers under your skirt. Tom making you scream with his head between your thighs.
All this time, he had complete access to those dirty daydreams.
âThatâs right, doll. You may be a powerful occlumens, but youâre no match for my legilimency.â He chuckled darkly, caressing your jaw.Â
A heavy pressure weighed down the constraints of your defenses as Tom poked around in your mind, teasing and taunting as a lover would. The act of him prodding around in your subconscious was oddly sensual, mixing pain and pleasure together as he waited for you to yield.Â
Thereâs no use hiding now, Tom whispered into your subconscious. Iâve already seen inside your mind, doll. And your thoughts are just as fucking filthy as mine.Â
Glimpses of your deepest, darkest fantasies flashed through your mind. The images were a never ending rolodex of filth and smut. Tom fucking you like his perfect little slut. Tom panting above you as he spread your legs. Tom working you with his fingers until you were a sobbing, whimpering mess.Â
He was right. You were shameless.Â
But so was he. A new image of you on your knees while Tom unbuckled his belt, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip as you stared up expectantly took center stage. Since it was from his point of view, you could only assume that he was showing you one of his fantasies. It was oddly satisfying. Tom was basking in the depravity with you, sharing his equally fucked up thoughts.Â
âTomâŚâ you breathed, leaning into his touch as he continued to pin you against the wooden bookshelf.Â
âNot Tom,â he grunted gruffly. âYouâll address me properly from now on, little dove.âÂ
This was so fucked up and yet so hot at the same time. You were so turned on you could hardly speak. âYes, sir.âÂ
âThatâs better, doll.â Tom declared with a smirk. âNow that Iâve been inside of your head, I plan on being inside you in every other way as well. Starting with that pretty little mouth of yours. On your knees, little dove.âÂ
A strange sense of deja vu washed over you as you knelt onto the floor. The concrete nipped at your knees, but you welcomed the pain. It kept you centered as your body buzzed with anticipation. You watched as Tom unbuckled his belt, deft fingers slowly sliding his boxers down as he gripped himself with one hand.Â
With a smirk, Tom brushed his thumb over your bottom lip, looking down at you with lust blown eyes. âOpen wide, babydoll.âÂ
Tom pumped himself slowly. The sight of his cock made your mouth water, your head spinning and dizzy with desire as you tried to calculate how you were going to take all of him. The tip of his cock glistened with precum as he rubbed over it. Tom was thick, long, and absolutely delicious. You groaned as he rubbed his head over your lips, the salty taste of his arousal resting on your tongue.Â
âI wonât ask again,â Tom warned. âBe a good girl and open your mouth. Iâll make you regret it if you donât.âÂ
âYes, sir.âÂ
A satisfied smile graced his handsome face before he shoved his way in. Your lips parted for him, opening your mouth wider as you accommodated his size. âThat wasnât so hard, was it?âÂ
You nodded obediently, eyes filling with tears as you took Tom all the way back. He fisted your hair in one hand and rocked against your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. A garbled sound crawled out of your chest, but it was soon silenced with Tomâs impatient thrusts.Â
âFuck,â Tom cursed. âSo wet and warm. Such a perfect little throat. What a pity that Iâm about to ruin it.âÂ
Ruin was an understatement. Tom fucked your throat with precise thrusts, angling deeper and deeper and groaning as you gagged on his cock. He was so deep that you could feel him bruising your tonsils. The more he abused your throat, the wetter your pussy got. You were practically soaked as you moaned on his cock, sucking your cheeks in and bobbing your head up and down to take more of him.Â
âSuch pretty noises,â Tom said, his fingers curling through your hair to the point of pain. He tugged at your scalp, forcing you to meet his eyes as you sucked him off. âIf your mouth feels this good around my cock, then I canât even imagine what your cunt will feel like.âÂ
You groaned in pleasure, making Tomâs eye roll back from the vibrations. Controlled, compulsive, and perfectly composed Tom Riddle was fading before you, replaced by a man driven only by his base desires. He was an animal lost to lust and so were you.Â
Tom squeezed your throat, groaning when he felt himself moving beneath his grip. âYour throat was made to be fucked, doll. You like that, donât you? You love it when Iâm rough.âÂ
You struggled to nod in acknowledgement, saliva sloppily collecting in the corner of your mouth as you continued to let him use you for his own pleasure. Tom chuckled at your pathetic attempt to respond. âDonât bother answering, little dove. You wonât be able to speak when Iâm done with you anyways.âÂ
The filth flowing effortlessly from his mouth made you clench your thighs together. Tom threw his head back, those pretty curls tousled and plastered against his sweat soaked skin. A moan tore through his chest as he got closer and closer, fucking into your mouth with reckless abandon. He chased after his orgasm, shuddering as he spurted hot ribbons down your throat.Â
âFuck. You see what you do to me? Swallow, doll. Every single fucking drop.âÂ
The fantasies that youâve been harboring for the past few years finally came to fruition, but none of it came close to reality. Tom was a fucking god. A masterpiece coming undone above you. Youâve never seen such a beautiful sight. All the artwork in the world wouldâve paled in comparison to witnessing Tom Riddle at his most vulnerable.Â
In awe and wonder, you looked up at him with mascara streaked eyes, tears and saliva staining your face. Tom hauled you to your feet and claimed you with his mouth. The taste of him was still on your lips, but Tom didnât seem to mind as he parted your lips with his tongue. The kiss was neither sweet nor innocent. It was dark and dangerous and there was an edge of possessiveness in the way he demanded your submission. Almost like he was marking his territory.Â
Tongues, teeth, and lips met with a clash as Tom carried you over to his desk. His books and journals clattered to the ground as his teeth grazed the column of your throat. The taste of him was intoxicating and you licked, sucked, and nipped at every inch of skin he allowed access to. You gasped into his mouth as Tom parted your legs, not bothering to warn you as he palmed your soaked panties.Â
Your core clenched as he slipped a finger inside of your pussy. A squelching sound filled the room as Tom added another digit, pumping you full and fucking you with his middle and pointer fingers as you begged for more. He knew exactly what he was doing. Tom studied you like one of his books, with meticulous precision and alarming intensity, pouring all of his efforts and attention into making your body sing.Â
It wasnât long before that familiar warmth singed your veins, your moans growing louder and more desperate as you clawed at Tomâs back. You were so, so close. You were practically riding his hand as he brought you closer to the precipice. Just when you were about to come, Tom pulled away and denied you the orgasm.Â
âDonât be mistaken, doll. This is still a punishment.â Tom said as you whined from the loss. He silenced your complaints by bending you over his desk.Â
âTom, pleaseââ You clawed at the wood as he lined up and filled you with one sharp thrust. âOh my fucking gods.âÂ
Tom gripped your hips, the slap of his skin against yours echoing in the room as he fucked you from behind. He was relentless, thrusting in and out and arching your back while he railed the absolute life out of you. It wasnât long before you were getting close again. The sharp angles of his thrusts had him hitting all the right spots, making your knees weak and your pussy sensitive from the roughness of his actions. Sensing that you were close, he rutted into you, letting that tension uncoil before ripping the orgasm away from you once more. You whined, fresh tears soaking your cheeks as you chased after that high.Â
âLike I said, this is still a punishment,â Tom taunted, slowing his thrusts to a snailâs pace. âThatâs two orgasms Iâve taken from you, which leaves you with two more. Four for every wall you defaced. It should be twelve, given that you had help, but Iâm in a forgiving mood. I think Iâll just spank the other eight out of you instead.âÂ
With your head bowed, you wiped the tears off of your cheeks and braced yourself. You knew that he was telling the truth. To Tom, this was mercy. You shouldâve found it sadistic, but you fucking loved it. Maybe you were a masochist. Whatever the case may be, it seemed like the two of you were a match made in heaven.Â
âIâll be good,â you whispered hoarsely. Your throat was still raw and sore from earlier. âIâll happily take the punishment. I promise Iâll be good, sir.âÂ
Tom chuckled darkly, relishing in your submission. His hand came down with a hard smack against your right ass cheek, making you jolt from the contact. Before you could recover, he repeated the action on the left.Â
âThatâs two,â Tom said proudly. âCan you count out the rest, babydoll?âÂ
You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip every time his large hand came down on your ass. His rings bit into the soft flesh of your skin, but it was a delicious sort of pain. One that you could easily become addicted to.Â
Three. Tom tugged at your hair.Â
Four. Teeth nipped at your shoulder.Â
Five. Fingers curled around your throat.Â
Six. Hips slammed against you.Â
Seven. Lips trailed down your spine.
Eight. Moans echoed in your ears.Â
When Tom slipped his fingers down to your clit, your eyes rolled back so hard that you saw fucking heaven. âItâs not a punishment if youâre enjoying yourself so much, little dove. I can feel you creaming my cock. You look so innocent, but youâre just a filthy fucking slut for me, arenât you?âÂ
âYes sir.âÂ
âSo. Fucking. Perfect.âÂ
Tom emphasized each word with a thrust and worked your clit faster and faster, bringing you to the edge. This time, he didnât pull back. Tom let the orgasm build until it threatened to wipe you out entirely. White hot heat coursed through your veins as stars exploded behind your eyes. You whimpered through the intensity of the orgasm. After being denied four times, the pleasure ripped through your body so fiercely that you nearly blacked out.Â
âFuck, let me fill you up,â Tom growled. âTake it, doll. I want you dripping with my cum.âÂ
âYes, yes, oh gods. Please cum inside of me, sir.âÂ
Tom released a guttural grunt, gripping your hips in place as he filled you to the brim. Nothing in the world compared to the sensation of Tom filling you with his warm, wet cum. You glanced behind you and found him staring intently as he slipped out of you, stuffing his cum back into your pussy as it dripped down your folds. You bit your lip, utterly aroused by how fucking sexy this man was.Â
His gaze met yours, a proud smile curving against his lips as he swept you off your feet and into his arms. âI think Iâll keep you, little dove.âÂ
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Slytherin boys x Hufflepuff! reader (use of she/her, no use of y/n) Masterlist Delivery Express âż Summary: The reader sees an opportunity to run an untapped market in Hogwarts. Business opportunities arise and brands need to be made. warnings: mention cigarettes, nothing else really Authors note: English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes beforehand. I want to spread this into a one-shot series. Proofread by me and me only :( ⢠Previously: Donât shoot the messenger ⢠Next part: Left on delivered Word count: 1262
Notes to deliver - 14
The group of boys was relaxing in the courtyard, some sitting on the uncomfortable stone benches, one individual was leaning against a tree that provided them shade and two more sat on the floor forming a semi-circle of their friend group. Nobody dares to approach the â dangerousâ group of individuals for their own sake. Well, nobody but a certain Hufflepuff girl with a bright yellow bow in her hair.
Who, coincidentally, was making her way over to them. As fast as she appeared she sat down and made herself comfortable between her friend's legs who was sitting on a bench. A string of greetings could be heard from the group but the girl paid them no mind. She had business to take care of.
â Hello, Sunshine. All good?â Asked Lorenzo leaning over the girl nested between his legs hoping to catch a glimpse of her face. She shook her head and dug out her trust notebook from her bag. â I can't come up with a name.â she just says and ignores the stares the group gives her. Lorenzo gives up and just plays with the bow in her hair.Â
â Name for what?â Asks The boy leaning on the tree, Theodor. Now too, sitting down at the base of it. She looks up from her notebook with a sigh.
âIsn't it obvious? My delivery business. I canât go nameless for long.â Nods and hums of agreement sound from the boys yet no suggestion in sight so she continues.
â I was going to name it Badger Express, but my muggle friends informed me that something called Panda Express exists and that they deliver Chinese food. I simply can not rival that.â She whines and crosses something out of her notebook.
â You talk to muggles?â Asked Draco, seemingly offended by even being in the existence of the word. To his dismay no answer just a pencil is thrown his way.
âRoyal Mail is also taken, so that's that one crossed out.â A huff makes them all turn their heads to Blaise, making his eyes widen with all the attention.
â Hogwarts express?â He suggests with a sheepish shoulder shrug.
â You mean like the train that takes us here and back every year?â argues Mattheo on behalf of the girl.
â What else was I supposed to say?â Snaps back Blaise.
â A better ideaâ whispers Draco and some heads turn to him immediately. A laugh can be heard leaving Theodor as a playful argument breaks out between the boys.Â
The girl just sighed and turned her head up to look at Lorenzo. â Your friends lack creativity love, we shall find you new ones.â Lorenzo just nods wordlessly after observing them himself.
â I think badger delivery could work nicely.â He suggests, the girl just nods, as this is as good as itâs gonna get from any of them.
â The name does not matter right now. I have gotten complaints about the charge.â She announces effectively stopping the fight as all the heads turn to her. Confusion on their faces and pure despair of hers.
â How much do you charge?â Asks Mattheo opening his cigarette packet and passing it over to Theodor.Â
â 5 galleons.â
âPocket change.â Ignoring his remark and declining the cigarette Theo was offering to her.
â I think I am going to charge depending on what they want. Because if I have to deliver one more love note dosed in amortentia my head will burstâ She wonders aloud, not looking for an answer from them. Her hand searches for a pencil that now rests behind Malfoy's ear and immediately gives up when she notices its place.
â What does it smell like to you?â Asks her Theodor as if they were girls at a sleepover doing facemasks and sharing who their crushes are.
âWouldn't you like to know.â She answers her eyes narrowing at the boy.
â I bet I can guess who it smells like.â Says Mattheo with way more confidence than needed. A sigh leaves her, fully aware she can no longer stop teenage boy shenanigans. Wild-named queues are thrown into the circle as it looks more like a game of Guess Who at this point.
â I guess it's one of us.â Answers Blaise who, in the meantime, managed to pull out a book and actually read some words. â This tomfooleryâŚâ she whispered and leaned into her friend sitting behind her.
Silence falls upon the group, the sun decides to peek from behind the could blanket and expose them to direct sunlight for a few seconds. Lorenzo declines a cigarette from Matthew as he continues to play with the girl's hair. A little âahaâ from her breaks the silence and they all turn to her like lazy cats disturbed from their sunbathing.
âI can ask the twins if they wanna partner up!â She says with excitement, almost jumping from her spot with it.
â The twins?â Asks Blaise.
â Weasely Twins.â Scoff can be heard from the blond of the group before he lays down to soak up more of the sun, seeming not aware of what sunburn is.
â No think about it, I can distribute their little trinkets and get some money from it! It's a brilliant idea!â The girl gets up and brushes her skirt with newfound determination. Few eyes followed her, some didn't even bother to pick up their gaze from a book or opening their eyes.Â
Taking a few steps to the blond she snatches her pencil back before he even registers a shadow is now covering him. Packing her bags she hears her friend.
â Why are you even doing this?â He asks with genuine curiosity.
âMoney.â
��Why?â
â Merlin, not everyone comes from old wizard money, Berkshire.â
â You do tho.â Silence falls upon them again as the girl has no valid answer to the argument. Deciding to pack her bags instead when a few notes fall out of her bag.
â You have something for us there, mail girl?â Asks Mattheo with a raised eyebrow and points to the notes. Frantic nods are her answer as she picks them up and starts distributing the right notes.
â Each of you have one, well, not you Theodor you have two, for some reason.â She says.
â Maybe I am just that popular with the ladies."
â I don't know man, one was really pissed when she gave it to me.â His smile flatters a bit before returning to the smirk he normally wears.
Her friend forms a pout on his face and grabs her wrist from his sitting position. â Nothing for me?â He asks.
â Boy, you told me not to deliver you anything, the only notes you're getting from me are the ones I take in potions.â A smile spreads on his face and he lets go.
âOi, sunshine. Do you think I can get those potions notes too-â
âOh Is that Fred and George? I've got to go, bye!â She grabs her stuff and hurries to the ginger twin boys that heard her calling. An offended scoff can be heard from Blaise before the group remembers that they actually have potions homework and all scurry like mice in a hurry.
Notes to deliver - 9
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i am convinced that human evolution and development was centered around the basic up-grade from "i steal your resources" to "i steal your behaviors and concepts"
We got clever enough and we just started copying absolutely everything we observed just because now we could figure out how to copy concepts and things that other animals were doing
see that squirrel hoarding acorns for the winter? we can do that. okay now how do we make these acorns edible, cause they are poisonous to a number of animals and we don't do great with them either. What if you put them in the fire? or just on hot coals? what if you put them in water on hot coals and boil them? Oh if you soak them in cold water for 24 hours and maybe change the water a couple times you can totally eat them? YOINK storing acorns for winter is our idea now.
or, you ever seen a weaver bird do it's thing? if not i'll give you one guess what they do
or how about the tailor bird that uses spider silk to stitch the edges of a big leaf together to make a nest in
or sometimes they'll stitch a bunch of leaves into a little cup for a nest
like i'm not trying to downplay how clever it is to be the first humans to weave or sew, and indeed, being the first person to weave that anyone knew about probably happened many times throughout human existence but my conceit is that most if not all of those times was a human seeing something in nature that was basically weaving and going "i'ma do that, and get real good at it - i'ma take that concept and really make it mine"
like it wouldn't surprise me if humans got dogs because we saw how ravens were treating wolves and went "shit yeah, great idea - YOINK that's my idea now."
most of the things that we think of as special human skill or behavior can actually be found elsewhere throughout nature -- all over there are animals using tools, farming, ranching, building, etc.
my favorite primate behavioralist anecdote is a group of people studying tool use in chimps were spending their days in the bush logging the use of twigs to catch termites, and over the campfire at night they're like "it's so boring i wish they'd do something more impressive than this completely basic tool skill."
and one of them was like "actually... how do we know its not a difficult skill? has anyone tried to use a twig to catch termites and see?" and so the next day, like good little scientists, they went out and recorded their attempts at catching termites with twigs.
And lo and behold out of the whole group and all their attempts that day, only, like, a single termite was caught by a human, mostly by chance. Suddenly the whole situation flipped - they'd been thinking of it as basic unskilled tool use, but actually the chimps knew how to do something that none of them could easily figure out on their own - or even together as a group!
y'all, they had to go back to watching the chimps do it to figure out how. Think about that. University degrees, scientific minds, educated people... and they had to be taught how by the chimps.
It turns out there's a reason that young chimps will spend like a year closely studying how an adult is fishing for termites. You gotta select the right kind of twig or leaf stem, maybe you fray the end like a paint brush depending on particulars, you gotta have just the right poking and little shaking technique to provoke the termites into biting the twig, it's a whole thing. There's even regional/cultural differences in the general approach to termite fishing that are distinct between groups that live in different areas.
Now, wild chimps have been observed using objects as tools to fashion crude spears for hunting (it's the mothers doing it by the way, and slowly some of their kids have been growing up doing it, which will probably result in refinements and developments eventually.
ants do both farming and ranching. For real. Some species of ant grow a fungus they eat AND it's a domesticated fungus, like our corn, it can't actually reproduce and survive in the wild without the ants farming it. They maintain its growing conditions and feed it leaf litter mulch, and the fungus produces some kind of ant food idk i forget the details about that. But that's farming. They are farming a domesticated mushroom, basically. And other species of ant will maintain a herd of aphids; they'll move them from grazing area to grazing area, and protect them from predators, and they "milk" them for a liquid food substance and also every now and then they straight up eat one. That's ranching.
beavers sometimes have muskrat... tenants? pets? The muskrats low key pay rent by changing out the reed bedding they all use, and they live in the beaver's lodge with them and eat some of the food. So. idk
Some Tarantulas keep frogs as pets
anyway my point is, i think the true human skill that sets us apart is our ability deconstruct and reconstruct anything we see into something that is for us. Oh, you eat that? Now WE eat that. You have the perfect teeth to drill little holes in specific tree trunks to let the sap ooze out and eat it because it's high in sugar? We don't have those teeth but we're gonna do that now and if we can't figure out a tool that's as good as your teeth at it, watch out, because we will absolutely just also steal your fuckin teeth.
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Dp x dc prompt
One day John Constantine decides to check in on the known ghost hotspot that is Amity Park and find it over run with ghost of all sorts. After over coming his first thought of âjust walk away, not your problemâ and deciding that it is his problem he started investigating from the shadows and finds out about Phantom. His first conclusion is that maybe phantom is the one releasing the ghost. He ďżźcan obviously tell that phantom has some sort of savour complex and thinks âis this kid releasing the ghost so that he can hunt them down and save the town??â and starts looking into phantom.
That is until one day he sees phantom at the end of a rather long day. Multiple ghost having attracted throughout the previous night and all day long leaving Danny at the end of his rope, running on no sleep in the last 24 hours, utterly exhausted and he just breaks down in a back alley. John sees this from a distance and is like âok this kid isnât the cause of this. Heâs just doing his best.â
So with phantom removed as a suspect John investigates other leads as to what might be causing the sudden spike in ghosties when the nest ghost attack happens. Up until this point heâs been following a ânot my circus, not my monkeysâ mentality and just letting phantom deal with the ghost ďżźand was gonna do the same thing, had turned around and started to walk away toâŚ
âŚ.
⌠but god dammit the kid seems to be struggling.
So John reluctantly ďżźjoins in the fight and helps phantom, revealing his presence to the kid for the first time. Now that phantom knows about him tho he canât just walk away from any of the other fight so John ends up helping him out a lot. After a while of this John gets the bright idea of âhey the kid might not be the ones freeing the ghost but he might know the cause of itâ and ask phantom about it.
Danny however being slightly paranoid clams up at the question not wanting himself or his parents in trouble and says he doesnât know anything. U know like a liar ďżź
ďżźďżźďżźďżźThing is Dannyâs shit at lying and John sees right threw that but dammit he doesnât know how to deal with kids???? Let alone teenagers!! Let alone dead teenagersďżź!! The fucks he supposed to do??????
After thinking about it for awhile he could only thing of one thing.
*ring* *ring*
*ring* *ring*
*rin*-
Batman: JohnâŚ
John: yeah good to hear from you to mate, lesson I got a question
Batman: hmm
John: hypothetically, if you had a case where your only lead is a kid that knowns something they probably shouldnât and is very reluctant to tell you said thing, what would you do??
Batman:âŚ
Batman: how old
John: 13-14??
Batman: buy them a burger. Earn their trust. Reassure them they arenât in trouble.
John: how bloody long is that gonna take??
Batman: your in for the long hall *hangs up*
John:âŚ. Shit
Cut to John sitting on top of a water tower with a bag of take out, felling strangely like heâs trying to coax out a stray cat, as he waits for phantom to drop his invisibility and just come eat with him. ďżźďżźďżźďżź
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SORRY THAT MATING SEASON ASK WAS VERY VAGUE I was wondering how they would like... act around reader? And stuff
a bit light just for humor
2012 verse I 18+ I MDNI I Mutant guys are mid to late twenties I unspecified verse means I get to chose I breeding I bruising I Oral sex I matin cycles I NSFW
Leo
Leo doesn't want you around cause he's afraid he won't be able to control himself
Phone sex!!! which only ends up in him giving up and sprinting to your place
Intense makeout session in which he insists it's enough if you just let him cum all over you
He holds onto his composure till the very last second
Consent king when you insist you want to help him further Is it okay if he breeds you till it drips off your cunt? Say yes. Fuck, please, say yes-
Very protective the next day
Super sweet aftercare
You can't leave the nest, tho. He'll hiss.
Raph
Bruises. all. over. your. body.
He doesn't mean to be rough, is just that he loves to grope your flesh, squeeze and bite soft fat where he can find.
You're too soft. Fuck he's melting.
Manhandles you (not intentionally, not to be mean, not exactly, right? Haha he loves pulling your hair)
Raph gets carried away pretty easily but if you tug at his bandana hard enough he'll snap back to reality
After the peak of the rut passes, he's a bit more careful.
I think 2012 Raph is super prone to be submissive in bed, but when he's on mating cycles nah-ah, no chance!
He'll smack that ass
Donnie
Jealousy levels up 100%
Donnie gets possessive a few days before it starts.
This man will put his best effort into the nest he'll present to you.
Loves that you love it because now you'll be here until his mating season is over.
His stress levels would shoot up if you even bring up the idea of leaving. Please don't wreck his nerves, okay? âĄ
MARKING
He'll breed you so good you'll smell like him for a while
hickey king tm
It's only logical, don't you see? Everyone should know you're his.
Mikey
Head empty, only y/n thoughts! âĄ
Mikey gets extra handsy, touchy, and needy days before his Mating season kicks in.
Seriously he's sighing and hopeless if you say you can't be around.
mtf moans when you press yourself too much on him when you hug him đ
Excited to spend his mating cycle with such a loving, beautiful partner! My guy vibrates to the next dimension, honestly
Really sensual when stuff gets steamy
He will lick you up, but especially your legs and thighs
Buries his face in your pussy and whimpers at the softness of it
eats you out like the fine meal you are
#tmnt#tmnt smut#tmnt donatello#tmnt raphael#tmnt leonardo#tmnt michelangelo#tmnt 2012 mikey#tmnt 2012 leo#tmnt 2012 donnie#tmnt 2012 raph#tmnt 2k12#tmnt x you#tmnt x reader#tmnt 2012#tmnt x reader smut#tmnt x y/n#tmnt headcanons#tmnt aged up
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HII HII ur writing is perf 4 this idea but you donât hav 2 do it !! i js thought of u <3 little red riding hood reader & big bad wolf (ko, ghost, price) any cod guy & i think itâs js soo cute !!!
[art by doujinpearl]
ARE YOU KIDDING ME THIS IS SO CUTE??? YOU NEVER MISS LOVE!!! And thank you it really means a lot to me that you like my silly writing <33
tw// horror elements and this has like one mention of a 'off-screen' death but no one major
I think I'm gonna go with KĂśnig for this one?? Bc something about him just screams big bad wolf to me y'know? Also for the sake of this story, KĂśnig is described like on the pics above, so his lower half is life a literal werewolf.
okay also i'm putting this under the cut because this somehow grew into a whole fic?? My dear @9irly9irl if you see this know that I love you and this was so. freaking. enjoyable to write??? I love this so much??? Also I'm sorry for the horror themes but I'm getting ready for October and the gloomy weather outside made me do this. I hope you still enjoy and PLEASE send me more for this au!!
Big bad wolf KĂśnig who is on the prowl for some time now, he's on a hunt for you, the sweet girl who lives alone with her mother on the edge of the dark forest your good old momma always tells you to stay away from and for good reason. The townsfolk from the villages around whisper in fear and dread about a monster lurking in the woods, half man-half wolf with an insatiable taste for blood; they call the beast KĂśnig, the undisputed King.
And honestly? KĂśnig likes that rep. It means less annoying pests wandering around his territory safe for a groups of young guys from time to time who think they have the balls to try and 'kill the beast' but they are dealt with...pretty quickly.
But no, KĂśnig has his glowing eyes set on something more...Exquisite. On something soft and pliable, sweet smelling and so so pretty. Namely on you. The werewolf guesses he has to be thanking his lucky starts or whatever bullshit that while sniffing around your cottage he overheard your mother talking about going out into the forest to bring her sickly mother, your grandma, a basket full of food and some other supplies and being the sweet little thing that you are, you of course cried and volunteered to go yourself, that your mother is already older and that you will make quick work of it.
KĂśnig swears that day that his blood never rushed downward to his dick so fast. You, soft little you, all alone in his forest? His territory?? It's like you're begging to get taken and mated! The trek from your cottage to your grandma's home would take you about 2-3 days as she lives deep in the woods, the perfect timing for him to reveal himself and take you away for himself into his den in the darkest parts of the forest where you will have the perfect life with him! No more worrying about food or warmth during the cold, dreary winter months, he is more than a capable provider for his future mate, not to mention your future litter of happy yipping pups you will birth for him! It's a perfect plan!
And so he waits. And waits. And waits until the day you finally leave with your cute basket in tow and a tearful goodbye with your mommy dear that you will return as soon as possible. Yea, sure sweetheart.
I think he'd reveal himself by the time it's getting nighttime, when the sun sets, the air is getting cold and a ominous darkness sets over the forest where your trembling body sits in a makeshift nest made of a blanket and a thick animal pelt under a old, big tree. Everything seems so loud, the cries of nocturnal animals sound much more bleak and unnerving, not to mention the weird, chilling feeling of...something following you. Like there were a pair of eyes trained on you since a few weeks ago but you never mentioned this to your poor mother as you didn't want to worry her, but the feeling only amplified ever since you left your home and went on a trip to your grandmother.
You couldn't help the loud yelp you let out when suddenly a pair of glowing golden eyes appeared in the small clearing around the tree; a pair of glowing, unblinking orbs that seemed to be suspended in the air in the surrounding darkness, the weak fireplace you managed to make doing basically nothing to light up the area and your poor little heart started to beat like crazy when you noticed the eyes moving forward, closer and closer to you until the light finally caught what was moving towards you...or more like who.
It was an enormous man, easily over 7ft tall, his broad, bulky shoulders moving as he stood from the position he was in to his full height and those ominous glowing eyes still were unblinking as they stared at you like you were just some lamb and...you probably were.
The one thing that somehow stood out the most, even amidst literally everything else unnatural about this man, were a pair of ear on top of his head, which only now you noticed was covered in some sort of tattered old hood with holes for the eyes and ears, and a huge fluffy tail which was wagging faster anytime you seemed to look the man over, but what really brought it all together was his lower half...it-it was all fur. His legs were that of some bipedal wolf and in that moment a silent scream tried to make its way out of your throat; it was KĂśnig, the brutal and unforgiving beast that resided in the surrounding forests, the one that people tell horror stories about around campfire and...he was here. He was here before you to tear you apart and leave nothing behind, not even bones.
Tears were streaming down your face, a look of utter defeat on it because after all, what more could you do? You can't possibly fight him, you can't outrun him, hiding is out of the picture too...You were ready to feel the unimaginable pain of those jaws locking themselves on your throat and draining you of your life but the you felt...warmth? A slick, warm feeling on your cheek and when you opened your eyes a bit you saw what it was. It was KĂśnig, or more like his long tongue licking away at your cheek in an almost comforting matter, his wide unblinking eyes still trained on you though his pupils seemed to grow in size, now taking over most of the glowing yellow and when he deemed you to be clean of your tears, a large crooked nose with a scar running across it nudged into your cheek and took a deep sniff to get your scent. A stray thought ran through your mind when you took a closer look at his uncovered face and noticed another huge scar across his face and a few smaller ones, who or what in their right mind got close enough to inflict such wounds on someone like KĂśnig?
When you stayed still and just stared at him wide eyed and out of breath KĂśnig let out a deep growl like purr of content; he could hear your small aborted breaths still coming out quick and your heart fluttering in your chest like a small erratic bird but he could see that you were a tiny bit calmer now and not on the brink of hysterics like a few seconds before. He couldn't help but grin in delight, a nasty, wide thing that revealed rows of sharp teeth. He finally had you. He had you exactly where he wanted and now you were his. Well not completely yet, you two would need to mate first but still, everyone had to start somewhere right? For now he had you calmed down even for a bit, showed you that he wasn't a threat to you and wasn't going to hurt you. It was still only the night of the first day of your travels and he will offer to guide you, he couldn't possibly allow such a cute young lady to just wander around the deep dark forest all alone, right?
Of course he won't mention it that he will be herding you away from the path and instead guide you deeper and deeper into the heart of the woods where his den in. He won't mention it that he will be making very obvious and insistent advances at you, insisting on staying close at all times and wrapping his huge body around you at night for warmth, nosing and nudging at you to cover you in his scent and maybe make you a little bit hot under that deliciously low neckline of the dress that you're wearing, the cape in a lovely shade of red acting like a blanket to shield you away when KĂśnig is nosing at your neck and bosom, greedy for all the tiny, shy, flustered noises you make, greedy for making you all hot and ready for him.
And of course he certainly won't mention to you about your poor old granny's corpse, rotting for weeks already in her old, decaying house where she died of some illness or old age. No, no, your new life is here, with him. Forever.
#kin speaks#asks#interactions#cod mw x reader#cod x reader#hybrid au#werewolf!kĂśnig#red riding hood au#kĂśnig x reader#kĂśnig#konig x reader
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Fuck Everything, But Mostly Fuck You
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Summary: You have never, EVER, in a million years hated anyone the way you hated Felix fucking Catton.
Warnings- MDNI 18+, Felix is delulu, Reader is stressed and homesick and kinda crazy but she a baddie, Michael is Michael, Farleigh is Farleigh, Oliver will be Oliver (a creep), and author has spent too much time researching Oxford crap for this mess for a crack fic to be a crack fic
Author's Note: This fic is a follow-up to this post and I would like to thank grammarly for catching all my grammatical errors đĽ˛, @ethereal-athalia for enabling my crazy ideas đĽ°, and @valeskafics for providing me Saltburn smut when I catch myself thirsting đ
âFUCK!â you yelled at the top of your lungs just before your nose slammed down on the dewy grass.
Groaning in pain before the mortification of realizing what had just happened kicked in.
You didnât know what was worse: the fact you had a full front view of the giantâs junk or that he body-slammed you onto the ground and caused you to land on top of the painting worth 30% of your final grade.
You wanted to scream your head off. The paint had finally dried, and you could finally leave the studio at two in the morning. It was close to finals, and pretty much anyone on campus who didnât get accepted because of their daddyâs bank account was in their dorms. You had hoped that this fact would mean that the paths were empty and, therefore, safe to transport your 30â x 40â canvas.
âSORRY!â
You shot your head up to locate the person who just apologized. Loâ and behold, it was the same plastered, pasty cunt with a birdâs nest disaster of a haircut drunken idiot who decided it was a good idea to go streaking across campus. His only other distinguishable features were that he was at least 6â3â and that he had a small steel piece pierced on his face.
After the âapology,â he and his friend continued running off to Godâs knows where in the dead of nightâleaving you behind on the lawn with a bleeding nose, bruised knees and palms, and an oil painting that was torn and caked in mud three days before its deadline.
There was no way to redo it. The project was assigned at the beginning of October. It took 5 hours to set up the models with the motifs and lights, 3 hours to take pictures, and 10 hours to underdraw the preliminary sketch. You didnât even want to think about the sheer number of sleepless nights you spent in the studio mixing colors and layering. On top of that, you also had your other finals in other courses to study for.
You had practically been living in that studio for the past month. All of the custodians and security guards knew you by name. You got first dibs every day when they refilled the vending machines. It was a true godsend when you didnât have time to visit the dining halls. Everyone had been so kind and sweet to you. It was a warm welcome compared to the snark and snobbery you experienced from most of your classmates.
Crying from the devastation of the loss of your situation, your shaking legs carried your body and what remained of your work into the building. You knew that your professor stayed in her office late for grading. You could only hope that she would sympathize with your pitiful appearance.
âWait, so did you get the extension?â
Lifting your head from the sticky library table at Bodleianâs, you stared at your best only friend, Michael Gavey, with a blank stare. You didnât react to his wince after he took in your haggard appearance. You didnât need a mirror to know that you looked terrible.
Your eyes were puffy and bloodshot red with dark mulberry bags underneath them. You had paled since coming to dreary England, but now you looked straight-up sickly. And if that wasnât enough, your eyes had less life than a dead fish rotting at a Sunday Market.
Your voice was so meek that you were sure he had to strain to hear you.
âYeahâŚI got it.â
You knew you had no choice but to beg your Studio Arts professor for an extension. But it killed you doing it. Professor Daria Martin was your favorite teacher and the only faculty member who actually liked you. Her support toward you meant everything to you; the last thing you wanted to do was disappoint her, let alone be the reason why she lost her job.
Your usually so snarky four-eyed friend perked up at the news.
âSo, is everything okay?â he asked with hope.
Your head fell on neon-yellow ink-stained pages that filled the paperweight your ethics professor called a textbook. A bitter laugh fell from as your lips lifted to a wry, dry grin.
âOof, not that simple, is it?â he asked.
âIs it ever?â
âSo what do you have to do now?â
âWell-,â you lifted your head to take a deep breath as you started to explain, â- I still have the photos and copies of the sketch. But because the canvas was so large, it was special-ordered. That means I need to wait until another one can be delivered, and since all the works need to be completed in the studio, I canât leave the campus.â
As you finished your explanation, Michael nodded his head in understanding before he paused, and a look of devastation painted his features.
âWait, so does that mean-â
âI wonât be able to fly back home for the holidays.â
Fuck, you were about to cry again. You had been so excited to see your old friends and family. You remembered how absolutely homesick you were at the beginning of the term. Because you were a scholarship student from America, your parents encouraged you to settle on campus by moving to your dorm earlier than everyone else. It was bad enough that you missed Thanksgiving, but you had really set your heart on coming home for Christmas and New Yearâs. What made it worse was that your parents had told you all about the dinner they had planned for your homecoming. It was going to be a feast of all your favorites.
English food sucked balls.
Your only saving grace was the Crunchie bars Michael got for you when you studied together or when you had to rewrite edit his essays.
You really DID cry after first reading his essay for Introductory English class at the beginning of the year.
âDid you try to report it?â
âReport what? âHey, thereâs a wasted asshole running naked across campus, and he body-slammed me to the ground and tore my fucking massive campus that blocked my view of the jackass. Heâs probably richer than the goddamn Queen, given how heâs wasted right before finals.ââ
âDo you have any description of him?â
âHeâs a giant with a small eyebrow piercing, and his fat ass looked like it had never seen the sun.â
Without lifting your head, you heard the scrape of Michaelâs chair before he walked across the table to sit in the chair next to you.
âHey,â he began, bringing you into a warm arm hug, âitâll be okay. You called your parents about it, right?â
âYeah -â you sighed before continuing, â- they told me they understood and would Skype me daily.â
âSee! Everythingâs going to be â wait, did you say that this guy was tall?â
Furrowing your brow in confusion, you looked at your friend at the change in his tone from light and supportive to sharp and interrogative.
âYeah?â
âHow tall?â
âUmm,â you had to think about that, âIâd say he was about 6â3â or above? He was really fucking tall.â
âAnd he had an eyebrow piercing?â
Ok, now you were really confused. âYes? Michael, where are you going with this?â
âI think the guy who ran you over was Felix Catton.â
You shot your favorite idiot with a deadpan glare.
âFelix Catton? The same Felix Catton who just so happens to be the same Felix Catton you hate?â
Michael solemnly nodded. âItâs him. It has to be. The only person on campus as tall as him is his cousin, and he doesnât have piercings.â
âAnd heâs black.â
âYeah, that too.â
You were skeptical, and it showed. You didnât want to callously dismiss your friend, but you knew more than anyone how much his hatred for Oxfordâs Golden Boy could impair his judgment. You were by no means a fan of the guy, but accusing someone of anything they didnât do just because your friend thought so went against your principles.
He grabbed your arm and dragged you to the bookshelf in front of the table where Felix and his groupies sat. Both of your books and bags were in your chairs, but you managed to keep your spiral notebook with you. It wasnât hard to find them â they were the loudest table in the entire library. They also reeked of cigarettes and booze.
âSee?â Michael hissed. âGiant, pale, and eyebrow piercing. Itâs him!â
âMichael,â you softly groaned, âjust because you hate Felix Catton doesnât mean you can ââ
An extremely shrill voice interrupted you.
âI canât believe you and Farleigh actually ran around campus naked!â
A petite girl with full pink lips and dull red hair latched on the arm of the man of the hour. âIt was so hot to watch!â
This girl has weird-ass tastes in guys.
âAnd then how you crashed into that dunce at Ruskin! Brilliant!â
Your blood ran cold while another one of Cattonâs faceless droning puppets chimed in.
âGod, what an idiot! Itâs their own fault, anyway. Who the fuck walks in the middle of the walk path with a fucking big canvas in front of them?â
One of the lessons hammered into your skull young was never to move before you think. That lesson had saved you ten ways from Sunday. But this was not one of those times.
Youâre pretty sure that you hear Michael calling out your name as you walk away from the shelf and towards the overcrowded table. Tunnel vision took over you as you made your way to the overgrown idiot who almost cost you your entire future.
Grabbing the back of his shirt collar, you dragged the 6â5â towering fool on his ass all the way outside. You finally let go when the two of you reached the back of the building that had no windows.
âHey, what the fu ââ
You didnât let him finish as you brought your fist to hit him square in the face â and, fuck, did you relish the crunch that immediately followed your swing.
Fuck, was his head killing him.
Felix should have known better than to have gotten cross-faded last night, but Farleigh had practically goaded him to do it. Itâs not like his cousin ever had to worry about his grades for any of his courses during finals â the little shit-starter had always been so fucking academically gifted.
He skipped pretty much all of his morning classes and barely made it to his afternoon schedule on time while completely zoning out the entire time.
If he bombs on all his finals, his dad was going to absolutely murder him. But chances were he and his mum were going to be too busy entertaining whichever new friend his mum brought in for shelter.
âYou alright there, champ?â
Felix swiveled his head too quickly and immediately groaned in pain. The motion made his hangover even worse. Rubbing his eyes to try to soothe the pounding in his head, he slowly opened them to look at his cousin.
The slag didnât have the decency to look even a little bit affected from last nightâs event â the fucker. No, he was sitting there with all Cheshire grins and gleaming eyes while Felix was two seconds from heaving his guts out.
âYeah, Iâm alright, mate.â He replied in a tired groan.
âMust have been quite the night. Wonder if it had anything to do with that little cocktail you took from our sweet Annabelâs belly button?â
Disgust was clear on Felixâs face as he recalled the body shot he had taken from his ex-FWBâs navel. He truly must have been off his rocker last night â he thought he was over with body shots since graduating secondary, but apparently not.
If he somehow got an STD from doing it, V was going to kill him.
But even with all of his horrible actions that caused the raging war inside his skull, that wasnât the main cause of his misery.
Farleighâs grin dropped as judgment painted his features.
âOh,â he moaned, âplease tell me this isnât about âyour angelâ from last night.â
He didnât just take the dare of streaking across the grounds just for the hell of it. He needed an excuse to pass through the art building â all for the chance of seeing you.
You. His angel of paints and books who lived in the empty studio rooms of Oxford Universityâs Ruskin School of Art and whose presence harangued him every hour of every day. Everywhere Felix went, he would unconsciously look for you.
It was his soul calling out for yours â he knew it.
Felix had never felt so drawn to another human being in his entire existence. Heâd never seen you outside of the libraries, art building, and maybe the dining hall if he was lucky. You never went to any parties or even had a drink at the pub at Kingâs Arms. He didnât even have classes with you, but he knew Farleigh did. Word was that you and his cousin had shared a few classes â whatâs more was that you were likely the only person who could go head-to-head with him in academics.
And to make it worse, the prat refused to tell him anything about you â not even your fucking name.
âBelieve me,â he told him after Felix had been begging his cousin for hours to share anything about you, âshe is way above your league.â
Which really hurt his feelings, by the way â sure, you were probably way above in book smarts, but there wasnât a girl that remained indifferent to his charms after a good talking fucking.
âI still canât believe you wonât at least tell me her name,â Felix complained once more, âor even just give me her number!â
âSheâs an American here on scholarship and a bore,â he quipped back, âwhatâs there to tell? And can you please shut up? I want to get some reading done before tonight. You do remember the in-class essay we have tomorrow, right?â
Bloody hell, he did not. Pushing down the bitter feeling in his chest, he and his cousin made their way to meet everyone at the back. As soon as he sat down, Annabel clung on to his arm. Thank fuck he had been wearing one of his thicker jumpers â otherwise, her claws that she called nails would have ripped open the fabric.
âHey, Felix!â she made sure to offer a very generous sight of her cleavage, âare you ready for tonight?â
Felix chuckled lowly before responding. âArenât I always?â
And just like that â he completely zoned out the rest of the conversation.
Annabel was probably saying something to get him to notice her, and Farleigh was likely responding so he wouldnât have to â but Felix couldnât be bothered to pretend to care.
He was lost in the living daydream that was his angel that haunted the art studios of Ruskin School of Art.
He was desperate to learn everything about you.
If he asked you to talk about your favorite books, would your eyes sparkle in delight, or would your smile widen in glee?
If he grabbed your hand, would your palms feel marred by his rough skin, or would you press your callouses to his?
If he pressed his mouth on yours, would your lips feel as soft and plump as they look? Or was their luster forever damaged by your teeth biting them whenever you were in deep concentration?
If he breathed in your scent at the crook of your neck, would your skin smell like the paints forever on your brushes or the musky pages of heavy ancient books you always carried in your arms?
If he planted kisses from your throat to your breasts, would you mewl in pleasure or whimper in anticipation?
If he touched your cunt, would you arch your back in ecstasy? Or would your legs crumble, and you would have no choice but to sink into his arms?
Felixâs thoughts were rudely interrupted when Farleigh jammed his bony elbow into his ribcage and hurriedly whispered.
âLook alive, Golden Boy.â
Looking forward, it was better than any of his wet dreams combined. It was you.
Your hair was loose, and your fists were clenched. You reminded him of a ferocious lion goddess with how focused your gaze was on him.
But before Felix would prepare himself to make a good impression, you walked behind him and grabbed the back of his shirt collar before fucking dragging his ass out of his seat and outside.
Bloody hell, for someone so much shorter than him, you were fucking strong.
When you finally released your grip, he fell on the ground like an idiot before he tried to stand and steady himself as quickly as he could.
âHey, what the fu ââ
You didnât let him finish as you brought your fist to hit him square in the face â and, fuck, you might have actually broken his nose.
After staggering back, you started using the spiral notebook in your other hand to land blow after painful blow on his body.
âYOU. STUPID. FUCKING. INGRATE ââ Each word that left your mouth was emphasized with another hit from your notebook ââ I. HATE. YOU. YOU. RUINED. MY. PAINTING. I. SPENT. SO. MUCH. TIME. ON. IT. AND. NOW. I. CANâT. GO. HOME. FOR. BREAK. BECAUSE. OF. YOUR. STUPID. SELF!â
Felix was confident you had more to say, but you were pulled off him by your friend â heâs pretty sure itâs Mitchell â by the waist with you kicking and screaming out profanities to him as your friend called out your name to try to calm you down.
He wondered what it said about him if he told anyone how much you looked like an angry cat. His parents would send him to a shrink if he told them how adorable he found you right now.
If you were this wild while fighting, he could only imagine how riled up you would get in bed.
Fuck, you might have just unlocked a new kink in him.
Catching his breath as he watched your friend drag you away into the distance, he heard a slow clap to his left.
Farleigh was leaning on the corner â his smug expression making it clear that he had seen the whole thing â as he looked at his cousin with a bemused expression before walking toward him and giving a sympathetic pat on his back.
âWell,â he started to break the tension, âat least you know her name.â
âYeah,â Felix agreed, âI know her name.â
And he knew that you smelled more like the paints on your brushes than the books you carried with subtle notes of gardenias.
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take me home, country road
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You have nothing on your person apart from a hastily packed suitcase and the dress you came into town wearing, on the run from trouble back home. Too bad John's missing a bride that matches your description. Or: the 1800s (mistaken) mail order bride au (chapter 12) [note: trigger warning for a pretty rough spanking scene with a belt and minimal aftercare. if you need to, you can skip to the midway point (there's a line between the first half and second).]
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He keeps your hands tied behind your back on the ride home.
All that does is confirm the fact that he must know. Graves must have tracked him down or perhaps he was approached by someone who did consider your sudden arrival in town suspicious. Why else would the sheriff chase you all the way into the mountains on horseback and then take you back with him? He wouldâve within his rights to leave your thieving self to wander alone in the woods and succumb to the elements.
John doesnât say a word the first hour of the ride back. You can feel the anger emanating from him though. He almost shakes with it. His anger somehow upsets you more than whatever is left to come.Â
âAnytime you wanna start talkinâ, Iâm all ears,â John finally says, breaking the silence.Â
You keep your lips pressed together, stubbornly silent. Thereâs no use giving yourself away before youâve learned how much he knows. You havenât built this life of yours with loose lips.Â
âI donât know what in the Sam Hill has gotten into you,â he continues, and his voice is cobblestone tread rough in the night. âRunning off all by yourself. There ainât nothing out in these parts except outlaws and highwaymen. There are men out here thatâd love to get their hands on a woman like youânot even a knife to defend yourself with. You havenât even got a scrap of food on you, never mind water. Youâdâve been dead in a week if the men out here hadnât picked you off themselves.â
His words make your stomach ache. You know that there are worse things out there. A thousand gruesome ways to die. Youâre less of a lady than John might thinkâyouâve heard stories. Youâve brushed close to that reality yourself. You wonder how heâd take it if you were to tell him about what had happened back east.Â
Maybe running away this time hadnât been your smartest idea, but it had been your only. You canât fault yourself for the instinct to survive.Â
âI know,â you mumble, dropping your chin to your chest.Â
âYou gonna explain to me why you stole my horse and ran off in the first place?â he asks.Â
Itâs the strangest interrogation youâve ever heard ofâsitting on the same horse with your back to the man questioning you and your hands tied together at the wrists. You wonder if you leaned back whether youâd feel his heart beating furiously in his chest.Â
You remain mulishly silent though, reticent to answer the question.
âMaybe Iâve been spoiling you,â he continues, trying to rationalize it to himself. âAfter the fuss you put up those first few days, I thought a bit of structure and discipline would do you well, and it did. Giving you a bit of slack was my mistake.â
You frown at that. Those donât sound like the words of a man with any knowledge of the circumstances leading to you running off. He might not even have come across Graves at all in the hours since the man made his appearance in the general store. Otherwise, you canât imagine how he wouldnât make the connection.Â
Still, you canât make yourself come right out and say it, even though every iota of your being aches to let the truth out. Call it nerves overpowering the need to be truthful and good. You vacillate between honesty and self-preservation, but each avenue feels like being dropped into a nest of vipers.Â
But he doesnât know. He doesnât know. If he knew, he wouldnât question you like this. Itâs a boon you canât give up, not yet. Not when the thought of his inevitable righteous fury fills you with dread and self-loathing.Â
âI donât have to explain myself,â you spit out suddenly, and itâs not you saying those words but something ugly and sad in you. âYouâre not my owner.â
âI damn sure am your husband though,â John growls, winding his free hand around your hair to tug you back into his chest. âAnd I know these parts far better than you, little miss. Beyond running off on me for no good reason when I thought we put your reticence behind us, you went and put yourself in danger the likes of which you couldnât even fathom.â
âIâm not an idiot,â you snap. âI know what men are like.â
âYouâre telling me you pulled that stunt knowing what kinda danger is out there in the woods?â
âI wasnât thinking!â
âI know you werenât,â John grunts. âThatâs the issue.âÂ
The rest of the ride home is uncomfortably quiet. John keeps one hand clamped on your waist while the other holds the reins of both horses, the two walking alongside each other back down the trail towards the house. The ride home is a lot longer than the ride out into the woods since John refuses to let either of them go faster than a slow trot while your hands are tied behind your back.Â
He snorts in derision at your suggestion to undo your binds. âThat eager for your punishment?âÂ
That gets you to zip your lips.Â
When you get drowsy, John tips your head back and makes you sip from his waterskin. His hand fits carefully around your throat to hold your head in place, his fingers curling around to just graze the nape of your neck. Your throat pulses under his palm when you swallow. Itâs far too intimate for how restless you feel, damn near shaking out of your skin, but it briefly shushes the voice in your head until he pulls his hand away.Â
A shadow under the doorway of the house startles you at first before it takes a step into the faint light of the setting sun and you recognize the bristly blond of Simonâs shorn head and the red bandana shrouding the bottom half of his face. The tension ebbs back into you when you realize with creeping humiliation that the black horse you rode home on must belong to him.Â
He watches the two of you approach with predictable disinterest, his eyes betraying nothing. The shame is excruciating.Â
John brings the horse to a halt some feet from Simon, not bothering to greet him. You wonder if itâs the anger choking him or if this is just routine, men trading favors in silence lest a word in gratitude break the spell. After dismounting himself, John helps you down, all but picking you up and lifting you off the horse.Â
Simon doesnât say a word to either of you when he takes the reins from Johnâs hands, giving him only a curt nod and you a cursory glance before leading his horse away to mount. He doesnât spare you a backwards glance before taking off back towards town. You watch him over your shoulder while John guides you up the porch steps and into the house, until the shape of him disappears into the horizon. Then the door shuts behind you.Â
Alone now, your attention turns back to John. He stares down at you consideringly, a hand planted on the door he just shut until he lets it fall to his side. You can see the gears turning in his mind, weighing something out.Â
It wouldnât be right to call it anticipation; itâs not quite dread either.Â
âI donât make idle threats, you know,â he says, apropos of nothing.Â
His words make you frown until you glance down to find him undoing his belt. Your blood turns to ice. He tugs the thick strap until it comes sliding out of each loop around his waist. The buckle rests heavy in his palm, thick fingers curling around it, and when he bends the belt in two, you already know that he intends to follow through with his threat from earlier, the one you said youâd gut him for.
âIâll scream,â you warn, heart in your throat. It almost chokes you. âI mean it. Iâll scream like the devil.â
âDonât go makinâ no empty threats now, darlinâ,â he says in a low voice, almost taunting. You can hear the hard edge in his voice though. Itâs not something he craves, but heâll take it.Â
âYou touch me with that thing and Iâll never forgive you.âÂ
Johnâs eyes go hard. âIâll just have to take that chance.âÂ
And then heâs on you.
He hooks an arm around your waist when you try to rush past him back out the door and it forces the breath out of you.Â
You struggle as best you can with your hands tied behind your back, trying to wriggle out of his hold even as he heaves you up into his arms and climbs the staircase towards the bedroom. The steps creak under the added weight of you in his arms. The screams come tearing from your throat, ripping your vocal cords and nearly sending you into a coughing fit.Â
âLetâmeâgoââ you shriek, kicking out wildly, hoping to catch something thatâll make him lose his balance.Â
âAll that squirminâ ainât making me feel more merciful,â he growls.Â
John kicks the bedroom door open with his foot when he reaches the top of the staircase. The room looks ominous without the oil lamp lit, the shadows growing in the corners swallowing up the end table. The bed is just as you made it this morning, the sheets pressed tight and neat, and you only get a second to take that in before he marches towards the bed and throws you down onto it. Â
You hit the bed hard, bouncing slightly. He sits down heavily enough to jostle you and when you try to roll away on instinct, a hand catches you by the bicep and pulls you back. He hauls you across the bulk of his thighs this time, far different from your first meeting back in the sheriffâs office all those weeks ago. Your feet donât even touch the floor this time around, dangling in the air and flailing for purchase.Â
âYou bruteâyou bastard!â you screech.
âIâm not gonna be as charitable this time,â John says, yanking your dress up and your drawers down until your bare bottom is exposed. You gasp at the cold air, murmuring something like please, please, please under your breath. âEven if I knew why it was you decided to run off, that doesnât excuse the fact that you did. You coulda been hurt or worse out there, darlinâ, and Iâd never have forgiven myself. Iâm gonna make sure the lesson sinks in this time.â
He folds the leather belt to hold it in one hand, leaving the other to pin you down over his thighs, making sure you donât wriggle out. The leather is cool at first when he drags it over your butt. It makes your breathing pick up. Itâs so gentle that you can almost trick yourself into thinking that itâs all he intends to do.Â
The first lash comes so quick that you barely register it. The second knocks the wind out of you, and then the pain sets in.Â
It stings something fierce. Where his palm hurt that first time he bent you over his desk and spanked you, the belt burns. It goes deep and it lingers when he pulls the leather away from your stinging bottom.Â
âHurts like the dickens, donât it?â John asks, not bothering to wait for confirmation before bringing the belt down again. âYouâre lucky itâs only ten this time.â
You howl into the bedsheets, eyes tearing up and spilling down your cheeks. When you try to cover your ass with your bound hands, John grabs them and pins them to the small of your back.Â
âWhatâll you never do again?â he growls.Â
âIâIâllââ
âSay it, darlinâ: Iâll never run off on my own again.â
âIâllân-never gonnaâoh, it hurts, Johnâpleaseââ
At some point, you must say the words heâs looking for. You lose count of how many times his belt has struck across your ass. Like thunder coming after lightning, you feel it and then you hear it. The sharp snap comes as a second wave of agony in and of itself.Â
Your throat is stripped raw by the time itâs over. The aftermath finds you with a puddle of drool under your cheek, hair matted to your face. Sweat slicks the backs of your thighs and down your spine. Even the gentlest brush of Johnâs hand over your backside, the belt deposited off the side of the bed, makes you flinch, the skin there tender to the touch. Youâll surely feel it deep in your bones come sunrise.Â
Too exhausted for anger, all you can do is lie there. It sits heavy in your stomach though, a pit at the center of you. You want to say, who gave you the right? The answer burns a ring around your finger though. You want to say, you donât understand, it had nothing to do with you. It has everything to do with him and you.Â
You can tell he wants to say something. It gets choked in his throat, but you can hear it in the way his breath draws in, like heâs trying to coax it from his chest but it simply wonât come out.Â
âStay right there,â John rumbles instead, shifting you onto the bed to let you lie on your belly.Â
You moan in pain when he moves you, sniffling into your arms. The crook of your elbow is sticky with your tears and snot.Â
The bed dips under his weight when he comes back. You flinch violently when he draws the skirt of your dress up again and smooths his hand over the tender cheeks of your backside, spreading a cool salve over your skin. The first touch of his hand makes you hiss, tears beading in the corners of your eyes again, but then the cool sinks in, alleviating the ache.Â
He does that for another few minutes in silence. Gentle, tentative touches, only stopping when the salve has been spread evenly over your bottom. Heâs quiet when he shifts you up the bed until your feet are no longer dangling off the end. Youâre distantly aware of him taking off your shoes and tucking you into bed, but the events of the day have finally gotten the better of you. It would be easier to push a boulder up a hill than crack even one of your eyelids open.
Time passes slowly; sluggishly. Your thoughts canât quite catch up with it, either too quick or too slow. Youâre stuck in thoughts of the desert, caught in a sandstorm that manifests too suddenly for you to take cover. All you can do is close your eyes and wait it out.Â
Morning comes like a brutal summoning into the waking world.Â
It hurts, but you expected that. Before your eyes even open, youâre aware of a throbbing pain coming from your backside. You wince when you shift to your side, squeezing your eyes tight. You contemplate rolling over and taking your chances with Johnâs temper. The thought isnât as appealing in the light of day though.Â
It takes some time to get out of bed and when you do, you have to step tentatively from floorboard to floorboard, the ache making it decidedly uncomfortable. You canât imagine what sitting down will be like. Riding a horse is just out of the question.Â
From the bedroom window, you see John standing in front of the house with Simon, back again not even twelve hours later. With the window closed, you canât hear their conversation, nor can you read their lips. Their exchange doesnât last long though. After another minute or so, and a nod goodbye, Simon walks back over to his horse standing nearby and lifts himself up and over onto the saddle, taking off towards town.Â
When John turns back towards the house, you see him glance up towards the bedroom window where you stand. The circles beneath his eyes are dark, pronounced. On another day, you mightâve ducked out of sight or jumped away from the window, but now you hold his gaze.Â
He breaks your stare first this time, heading back inside. Itâs less satisfying than you thought itâd be.Â
You spend the day resting in bed and avoiding John for the most part. He spends the majority of the day out of the house. You hear him downstairs in the kitchen around midday, fixing himself up something to eat, and you listen attentively to the scrape of the chair across the floor and the pan on the stovetop. Like the day he brought you home, he brings you up a tray only to leave it at the door, rapping the door with his knuckles to let you know before heading back downstairs.Â
When he comes up for bed, youâre already lying down with your back to the door, the oil lamp left unlit. John doesnât say anything to you as he changes into his nightwear. He smells fresh when he climbs into bed, like he bathed in the creek out in the woods. You breathe in deeply, trying to keep your breath quiet enough to not disturb the silence. The pillow under your head is saturated with his scent. You turn your nose into it when he lies down on his back instead of curling into you like he usually does.Â
Your chest aches at that simple denial. Thereâs a wall between the two of you and you know where it came from. Any trust that youâd built lies in ruins now.Â
Perhaps thatâs not quite right though. Itâs a romantic notion that youâve been building something together all this time, but it doesnât feel right now that you have the wherewithal to look back and reflect. All this time, whenever youâve touched, youâve held him steadfast and at an arm's length away, stopping two degrees short of intimacy.Â
Deliberately effusive; and worse, youâve called it affection.Â
The tenderness in your heart is the worst of it. Thereâs a bruise there, and itâs been there awhile. Itâs only grown with your recent troubles. You tell yourself every year that youâll air it out come spring, but then the winter comes and it freezes over again. Â
The pillow under your chest grows damp with your tears.Â
Your dress the next morning is cornflower blue. The wheatfields are golden stalks swaying in the breeze. Itâs a pleasanter day than how you feel.Â
The ride into town is as painful as you thought it might be. You wince with every stride, your bottom still tender as a rose. Johnâs arm tightens around your waist when you squirm, like you might slide off the saddle and try to flee again, and you bite your lip to hold back the urge to snap.Â
The little bit of independence youâd grown to enjoy is snatched away from you. You expected that as well, but that loss of privilege comes with a biting ache. You fight the urge to gnash your teeth and bark at him that youâre not a child when he grips you under the arm and leads you down the road. It wouldnât do you any good.Â
When John leaves you off at the general store, youâre surprised to find Kate back, hale and hearty. She looks up when the chime over the door jingles and raises her eyebrows in greeting. The sound makes you flinch, memories coming back unbidden.Â
You look over your shoulder to say something to John before he leaves, but the door is already closing behind him by the time you turn around. Your lips are pursed on a word that dissolves in your mouth. It has a bitter aftertaste.Â
âThought you wouldnât be back for a few more days,â you say instead, turning back to Kate. Thereâs already a chair pulled up for you by the wall and you make yourself comfortable there, grimacing at first when your sore backside touches the wood before settling in.Â
She shrugs. âPlans changed. Gaz and I made it back late last night.â
You frown. âGaz?â
âKyle Garrick. Sorryâslip of the tongue. Youâve met him already. He used to go by Gaz way back when.â
âWay back when?â
âNot my story to tell. You should ask one of them, if youâre curious.â
You are, but not enough to ask. âMaybe.â
The two of you lapse into silence after that exchange. Before leaving the house, you remembered to bring with you some needles and wool to pass the time. Theyâre not as familiar in your hands as youâd like them to be, but you suppose, barring the possibility of Graves or another bounty hunter showing up in town to cart you off, youâll have time to learn.Â
The thought leaves you anxious. It feels distinctly more possible now.Â
âYou met Miles while I was away?â Kate asks, out of the blue.
Your head comes up at her question. âMiles?â
âHe was minding the store for me while I was away. Said you came in the other day.â
You swallow reflexively. âOh. Yes, I suppose I did meet him. I didnât stay long, since you were gone and all.â
She hums and looks back down at the book in front of her. You feel nervous all of a sudden.Â
âHe said you were very helpful,â she says abruptly, breaking the silence. You flinch. âTold me some gentleman came by with a warrant for a murder back east and you were kind enough to take it to your husband for him so he could keep minding the shop.â
Your throat constricts. She pins you under her gaze, unblinking eyes staring into yours but not looking for anything. Wispy blonde bangs brush along her forehead when she tilts her head ever so slightly.Â
You nod instead of answering.Â
âDid you give it to him?â she asks.
âI didnât have a chance to. The day got away from me,â you say tersely.Â
âI heard something about that. Kyle said John had to borrow Simonâs horse the other day. Said something about him taking off in a hurry.â
Again, you donât answer. It feels like without knowing it, youâve crossed over a threshold.Â
âDo you still have it?â Kate prompts when again you donât respond. You donât tell her that you donât because in all the fuss the other day, it must have slipped out of your pocket and drifted off into the wind. âThe warrant?â
âNo,â you whisper, shaking your head.Â
âThatâs alright. I have a good enough idea about what it mightâve said.âÂ
Sweat beads on your upper lip. She all but says it outloud. Youâre as still as a ferrotype under her gaze, imprinted in place, unable to move so much as a muscle or force a word past your stiff lips.Â
âYouâre under no obligation to tell me or anyone,â Kate says, and her voice is suddenly gentle, softer than youâve ever heard it before. âIâm sure you had your reasons. I wonât be telling John, if thatâs what youâre worried about.â
âOh. Thank you,â you breathe, throat so tight that the words almost donât come out.Â
Itâs the closest youâve come to admitting to it, tangentially or not, and even now itâs spoken only out of the corner of your mouth. You donât think you have it in you to recite the events sequentially. Even in the privacy of your memory, it comes piecemeal, in fragmented images that flicker across your mind because maybe to remember it whole would be too much.Â
You donât say much more after that, and neither does Kate. That wasnât the point of bringing it up, you think. You'd know if it was.Â
When John comes to fetch you at the end of the day, you leave without saying goodbye to Kate. Only a stiff smile before heading out on your way. If she returns your smile, you donât notice it. To John, you simply duck your head and follow him out the door, letting him help you up onto the horse without a word.Â
If it bothers him that you refuse to speak to him, he doesnât show it.Â
Itâs so many steps back that you might as well be back where you started. Maybe even further back, a voyage gone so wrong that when you look over your shoulder, you canât make heads or tails of where you came from. The trees from the other side of the trail never look quite the same.Â
If you could open your mouth and say it, you would. If you knew heâd listen. But you donât think John is that kind of man. Against the gold of the setting sun, he cuts a figure from times of yore. He speaks plain while you tend to speak in fricatives and bilabial stops, incapable of enunciating the words.Â
You feel like a wound on the world. Getting it wrong again and again.Â
Itâs an old pain, one that started back when you were too small to hold it all. Now, youâve grown large enough to hold it, though it holds you back in turn. You remember your parents studiously ignoring first creation like some noxious cloud billowing from the chimney. Thereâd been too many children for them to care about the runt. Shipped off to your auntâs and uncleâs just for the cycle to repeat itself.Â
Itâs an old grief, this one, friendly because it nudges at your hips when you brush by, striking in the blue-green. And when it burns, it burns.
âJohn, Iââ you say when he helps you down back at the house.Â
He stares down at you, waiting you out. Your mouth goes dry, the truth beyond your grasp again. Your heart aches when his brows furrow and the lines around his eyes crease again, frustration welling beneath the surface.Â
You understand. It sits under your skin too.Â
"Go inside," he says instead when you don't go on. "I'll bring in the horses and start supper."
Your God sits at the edge of the bed, wholly lacking praise. Itâs not His fault that itâs been awhile. These days, you can hardly muster up the energy to say hello. You gargle saltwater before you bathe and scrub your skin free of blood, waiting for the next morning to come.
And you think, lying on your side while John sleeps on the other side of the bed, wouldnât it be lovely to get it right now, rather than in retrospect?
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