#mad dog oneshot

[13a07s]

Nail Appointment

(Kentaro Kyotani)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to 27kira_dax27]

Requested by: Myself :)

Word Count: 3,570

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

I know it's common that people think Mad Dog is a distance lover but I disagree. I think he'd be a clingy, 'always proving what's his' kind of lover

Choking

Biting

Hickeys

Kentaro having no PDA shame

Mentions of Social Anxiety

This is not a Oikawa hate account; love the man, he's just an ass in this fic, okay? :,(

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"Puppy?" I mutter, my focus on my nails. My polish chipped at some point today, leaving a gap in the honey-colored paint I got to match my boyfriend's eyes.

Instantly, Kentaro is behind me, his chest to my back and his hand around my throat. The rings decorating his ring and pointer fingers are pressed into the skin of my neck, gentle enough to indent the flesh but light enough not to leave a bruise. "Don't call me that," he grumbles, tone harsh but his head dipping down to be closer to my voice. "What do you want?"

"Kyotani!" My pup's teammate - Yahaba - yells with a stern look on his face. "You shouldn't grab at your partner like that. Would it kill you to act like a gentleman?" Kentaro ignored his teammate, a soft growl and a tightening of his hand around my throat as he rolls his eyes.

"My nails are chipped," I mutter, his attention instantly on my hands.

His free hand jumps up, gripping my fingers. Kentaro holds it up to his eyes, forcing my fingers to spread wide as he looks over my nails. "You're expensive. Stop being such a goddamn klutz," he groans, rubbing at the chipped nail.

That sends Yahaba into another lecture, chewing my boyfriend's ear off about lacking respect for me and talking down to me in 'such a degrading manner'.

Again, Kentaro ignores him, dropping my hand to tug his phone out of his pocket. His thumb rubs up and down my neck, his fingers routinely flexing against my skin as he taps away at his phone. "Shut up, Yahaba. Your voice is obnoxious," he finally grumbles, showing me the screen of his phone.

As I look over the screen, the two second-years bicker back and forth. Kentaro scheduled me a nail appointment for after school; four-thirty to be exact. It's Monday, which means it's an off day from practice, so he'll probably come with. Usually, he takes me to get my nails done on Fridays; his other off day of the week.

The fact that he just paid three days ago to get done is what he's mostly irritated about. Maybe I'll be able to convince him to let me pay for the redo. "Hey, Puppy?" Instantly, his attention is on me again, dropping the fight he's in the middle of. He lets out a grunt, squeezing my throat in acknowledgment. "I'll pay for my appointment."

Kentaro lets out a grunted laugh, all five fingertips rubbing against my throat now. "Over my dead body. I pay for your nails, end of discussion."

"Kyotani!" Yahaba yelps again, face reddening the longer the bickering goes on. "Stop being so rude to your partner. You're such an ass. You deserve better, you know that?" He asks, focusing on me as he rambles on about my boyfriend's 'lack' of softness.

"Ken-Chan is perfect." The nickname gets me a huff, a turned-up nose, and a tighter grip from Kentaro.

"Disgusting," he grumbles, his hand finally falling away from my neck. It lands on my shoulder, gripping me as his head lowers. "Have you eaten?" He husks out lowly, his grip tightening on me. I shake my head no, a low grumble filling my ear after I answer. "Did you eat breakfast?" Another head shake and disapproving growl. "Dumbass, no wonder your stomach has been upset all day."

I'm let go, my little bulldog storming away to find me some food as he grumbles about my lack of eating. Yahaba shoots after him, another lecture warming up as he trudges after my boyfriend.

I'm not left alone for long, not that I'm really alone. Kentaro's teammates are littered around the lunch table, a few of their partners mixed in as well. "Less Mad Dog-Chan!" His captain's voice rings out, pulling my attention away from my phone. The playboy is beaming in front of me, his favorite fangirl of the day wrapped around his arm. "Where's the Og Mad Dog at?"

"Probably sticking his foot up your ass," I mutter, sending the captain a strained smile. I don't have a problem with anyone that has an issue with my boyfriend. He comes off as mean, has a bad attitude, and can be quite intimidating, so I get why most people don't get along with him or have bad vibes around him. Despite that, I can't help that I don't click with Oikawa. He annoys me. His ego, his player vibes, his cockiness, his ego again; I just can't overlook how he acts.

"Oh La La, you little poodle. You got teeth too, don't you?"

"Ya, and she uses them on my neck every night," Kentaro growls from behind me, the suddenness breaking my defiance instantly. I can be a hard ass now and again, but he's a hard ass ninety percent of the time. "Jealous much?" He grumbles, his hand back around my throat, squeezing it enough to cut off a bit of my airway.

"Knock it off," Kentaro's ace and arch-rival butts in, smacking the captain upside his head. "You knock it off too," the older boy adds, shooting my pup a glare.

Kentaro grumbles, head bowing down again to nibble on my neck, his teeth sliding against the skin right above his fingers. "Dumb shitty-kawa. Sizing up my baby, calling you a damn poodle, dumb ass little," he cuts off his ramble with a soft growl, snipping at my skin a little harsher.

"Ken-Chan," I whisper, tugging my head away from his teeth.

He grumbles a sorry, his tongue quickly lapping at the sore spot before he jerks away from me; no more teeth and no more fingers pressed into my neck. "I got you a salad - don't start bitching," Kentaro cuts himself off, ending my pouting fit before I can start it. "I got you a chocolate bar and one of those stupid cold coffee things you drink."

The food is laid in front of me, my pissy boyfriend sitting sideways on the bench as he continues to simmer over his fights with Oikawa and Yahaba. Reluctantly, Kentaro rests his head on my shoulder, shooting glares toward his captain.

I pop the salad open, working on opening my utensils and mixing the contents and sauce of the salad. Every few bites, I hold a fork full toward him. Kentaro grumbles during everyone, insisting he 'doesn't need that rabbit food' but eats every bite I offer.

Slowly, his simmering ends, my pup loosening a bit as things settle down. When Kentaro is finally settled, his head shifts, chin on my shoulder so he can stare at my profile. His arms stretch out, one in front of me and the other one behind my back. His joints pop and crack as he stretches, the front arm resting across my hips as the back one toys with my skirt, fingertips balling up the material of my waistband so he can cling to me.

He uses the hold on my skirt to pull me closer, the leg closest to him being shifted onto his lap. Kentaro's mouth is attached to my neck again, a bit of teasing rising but quickly shot down by a glare. He sucks gently, his canines sliding against my skin now and again as he enjoys himself.

I swear my boyfriend has an oral fixation, the hickeys coating my thighs, chest, and stomach being proof of that. If Kentaro wasn't worried about ruining my perfect school record, I'm sure my neck would be littered in proof of his mouth too. "Talk," he orders, snipping at my neck again, careful not to nick me like he did before.

"I think I'm going to do teal for my - "

"No."

"- I suppose I can do the honey color again. Maybe I'll get yellow with black stripes on my ring fingers to match your hair," I ramble, doing what my boyfriend wants. Kentaro isn't much of a talker but he enjoys listening, so our conversations are usually me talking nonstop with him offering grunts or short answers in response.

He happily settles back to gently sucking and nibbling on my skin, one hand clinging to my skirt tighter as the other one starts toying with my waistband. Clingy, moody, pooch of mine.

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A long huff is pushed out of Kentaro's nose as he holds the salon door open for me. A salon isn't his place, my edgy boyfriend standing out like a sore thumb surrounded by so many women, the soft music, and the pastel pink vibe of the place.

Despite the space unofficially being a 'women only' place and relatively safe, he's still attached to me. His hand is loosely settled on my stomach, opening me up to be enveloped by the rest of him, head on a spiral, and his usual resting bitch face present.

"Welcome... in," the receptionist greets, starting cheery but the tone quickly falls when her eyes slide over to Kentaro.

Her eyes jump around my boyfriend, taking in the piercings littered across his eyebrow, his nose, and the dozen or so punched into his ears. She doesn't know - I sure do - about his tongue being pierced too. Outside of school and volleyball, Kentaro is always decked out in black and gold. Gold piercings, gold rings, and his gold chain necklace.

The jewelry paired with his eyeliner, his full black outfit of a hoodie and ripped jeans, his perfectly polished combat boots, and the dyed blonde hair give off an irking vibe. One that is making the receptionist nervous.

Instinctually my hand shifts backward, fingertips wrapping around the chains hanging out of his pocket, one keeping his wallet clipped to his pants and the others being his 'edgy' jean chains. His hand slides off my hip, wrapping up in the chains so his fingertips can rub against mine.

"We have a four-thirty nail appointment. It should be under Kyotani," he grumbles, jerking me closer to his body. Despite his hardness, Kentaro is pretty good at calming down my social anxiety.

"Um... the... the appointment is for... one person?"

"Ya," he grumbles, bitch face shifting into more of a 'you're dumb' expression.

"You should get your nails done with me," I murmur, yanking on the chains as I turn my head up to look at him.

"I'm not doing that pussy shit," he rumbles, flicking his eyes at me before settling on the receptionist.

"Please?" I try pushing, adding a hint of a whine to my tone. "We could get matching nails. You could do black with yellow strips. It would be cute."

"No."

"Pretty please?" I repeat, adding more of a whine to my voice. I drop the chains from my hold, my arms wrapping around his neck to tug him closer to me. A growly sigh rumbles in Kentaro's throat, a pissy look stamped on his face as one of his eyes twitches. "For me? Please?"

He jerks a bit, standing up straight but leaving my arms wrapped around his neck. "Could I change the appointment to a double manicure?" He mumbles, gently dragging me forward so we're closer to the desk.

"Sure," the receptionist peeps out, clicking at the computer for a few moments. "It'll be a few moments until we can take you back," she whispers, tone super soft as she motions towards the waiting chairs.

I'm jerked in the direction of the chairs, Kentaro dragging me toward the waiting area. He settles into a chair, full man spread going on as he tugs me backward. I'm left between his legs, sitting in his lap with the wallet and phone in his pockets being pressed into my ass. He has no shame, hands shoved under my shirt and rubbing just above the waistband of my pants.

It doesn't take long until his mouth is attached to my throat, sucking just below the start of my jaw. His fingers jab into one of the hickeys poking out above my waistband, small waves of numbing pain aching from the force. My nerves are on edge, glances and judgmental looks being aimed our way. All of which are shot back a glare from Kentaro.

"Mr and Ms Kyotani?" A voice calls after a few minutes, another long huffy sigh flowing from my boyfriend.

He stands up, pushing me out of his lap as his hands push on my stomach, stopping me from any possibility of falling over. "That's us," I chirp, waving at the masked lady as I try shoving down my anxiety and the soft buzz of being referred to by my boyfriend's last name.

The lady nods, motioning us forward. Kentaro leads me, his arms tightening on me when we pass a male nail tech. He shoots the uninterested man a glare too, as jealous as ever. "Damn jerk, can't keep his eyes to himself," he grumbles, nipping at my earlobe.

"Maybe he's just staring because you're trying to crawl into my skin," I coo, trying to loosen his hold on me. Kentaro gives in, letting his arms hang loose on me as we finish the walk.

"One here, one here," the lady orders, tapping the spot in front of her and then the spot in front of the nail tech next to hers. We settle into our chairs, my hands instantly jumping up to lie on the small table. Kentaro's eyes flicked toward me before he repeats the action. "What are we doing to your nails today?" The lady asks, settling into her chair before she snatches my hands, looking them over.

"I want them a sort of pale yellow, as close to his hair color as possible," I start explaining, nodding toward Kentaro. "Then two horizontal black lines on both my ring fingers. He wants black with the same ring design but in the yellow of my nails," I finish explaining, turning toward his nail tech to fill her in on his request. Both ladies nod, leaving us long enough to fetch the colors I asked for and whatever else they need.

"This is dumb. I'm going to get so much shit from the team," Kentaro bitches, slouching in his chair with his hands still pressed flat to the table.

"You don't have to do it if you don't want to. It's fine, puppy," I hum, shrugging my shoulders. It would make me a bit sad if he bowed out now after agreeing to get his nails done with me, but I want Kentaro to be happy. Bickering and teasing from his teammates over his nails being painted won't make him happy.

"It's not fine," he barks, glancing around when heads shoot our way. "You asked me to do it so I'm going to do it," he grumbles, tone a lot softer this time. "And stop calling me that."

"Would you prefer asshole?" I tease, a smile crawling on my face.

"Don't call me that either," he pouts, slouching in his chair more with his arms crossed over his chest. "Puppy is fine," he grumbles, sparing me a glance as he keeps up his half pissy half pity party act. "I can't believe I'm doing this dumb shit."

"Then don't do it."

"I already told you I'm doing it," he barks again, his tone still a lot softer than before but as bitchy as ever. "I have a gross want to make you happy. If making you happy looks like dumb cheesy ass matchy girl nails then that's what I'll do."

"It will make me happy."

"Good," he grunts, some of the tension in his body loosening at the knowledge that his actions are bringing me joy. The tension isn't gone for long, the tightness of his shoulders reappearing when the nail techs make their way back to us. "This is so dumb," Kentaro mutters, straightening up and placing his hands on the counter again.

"Thank you," I murmur, sending him a soft smile. He sends me a grunt in response, a twitch of a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

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I'm in a bad mood as soon as my baby's classroom door closes behind me. I hate school, I hate Tuesdays, I hate my teacher, I hate not being in my baby's class, I hate having to wait for break to see my baby again, and I hate that Yahaba and Shitty-kawa are waiting for me in the hallway.

"So, it seems our Mad Dog went to the groomers yesterday," the team's captain teases, his phone waving around in his hand. He has my baby's Snapchat pulled up; more specifically the annoying finger heart picture she had me take with her after our nails were done.

Maybe it's not that annoying. It was un-annoying enough that I saved it and set it as my new lock screen. Okay... maybe I didn't find it annoying at all. Maybe I didn't even find the nail appointment annoying. Maybe the nail appointment was so un-annoying that a tiny, teeny piece of me wants her to ask me to get matching nails next week too.

Oikawa on the other hand is the most annoying thing in the world. But, I don't see Iwaizumi anywhere so maybe the situation isn't all that bad. "So what if I did? Pissed off you don't have a girl to get your nails done with?"

"Oh, Mad Dog-Chan, your naiveness is adorable. I could ask any girl in the school to go get her nails done with me and she would," he gushes, a mix of condescending and fake sweetness lacing his words.

"Really?" I ask, a grin crawling on my face. I have him beat out on this one and I don't even have to get physical. My baby is going to be proud of me for handling my obnoxious captain 'maturely' instead of 'physically' this time.

"You know it, Kyo-Chan," he chirps, a mirrored grin on his face.

I let out a "hmph" stepping backward to push the door to the classroom I just left open. "Hey, baby?" I call, turning sideways so I can see her. My baby's head perks up, full attention on me instead of getting her supplies out for her first class of the day. "Do you want to go get your nails done with Oikawa?"

Her nose curls up instantly, eyebrows pushed together in a 'are you fucking serious' sort of expression. "Ew, no, gross," her answer spills out, covering some of the mixed excitement and jealous chitter chatter of Oikawa's fangirls.

"I didn't think so," I mutter, stepping forward again and letting the door swing shut behind me. "I guess you won't get a yes from 'any girl in the school'," I taunt, sending the cocky setter another snug smirk before I start walking away. Yahaba quickly joins next to me, muffling his laughter.

"Your nail polish looks streaky. Maybe stop being a cheapskate and go to a better nail tech," Captain yells after us, a bit of huffiness in his tone.

"A cheapskate doesn't spend sixty dollars at a nail salon, dumbass, they just do it themselves," I yell over my shoulder, flipping him a perfectly black painted bird.

That makes Yahaba's laughter spill over, filling the hallway with the joy-filled sound. It wasn't that funny but I do have to admit, I like proving Shitty-kawa wrong. "I swear," he pushes out between chuckles, "the captain and you could fight over what color the sky is. You just don't know when to walk away from a fight, do you?"

"No, I don't, especially when he wants to be an ass about something I did with my baby. It made her happy, why the fuck does he have a stick up his ass about it?" I grumble, shoving my hands into my pockets. Once I noticed what I did, I tug them back out, not wanting to hide the matchy girly shit I did for my Baby.

"Maybe he just likes getting a reaction out for you. Have you ever thought of that?" Yahaba asks, his laughter done but a smile still on his face.

I shrug my shoulders, Oikawa's teasing still rattling around my head. I have thought about it, I know he only does and says shit to get under my skin, and I know I fall for it every time, but it's his fault. He pushes every button possible until I snap. Pressing a button about my Baby instantly makes me snap, so that's on Shitty-kawa, not me.

"He just needs to leave shit alone. So, what? I went to a nail appointment with my baby. It doesn't affect his life any, so he should just leave it alone." Yahaba shrugs, his smile growing on his face. I don't know why he's so giddy about my Baby and me. It was one dumb nail appointment, who gives a shit?

Me. I give a shit, because she spent the whole afternoon smiling, because her eyes were glued to our hands anytime they were wrapped together, because it made her happy, and that's what I live for. To see her smile, to make her happy, to her hear scream my name after a successful spike. It's almost gross, but I can't help the calm feeling that washes over me when I remember how damn smiley she was when she first saw our matching nails. Next week I'll have to remember to schedule a two-person nail appointment.

[amethystina]

i hope youre doing well 💗i will always support you, regarding your recent post whtd helped me through probably the most trying time of my life and was one of the only things that bought me happiness at one point so im really grateful for you writing it and bringing it to life :) thank you so much. I’ve been rewatching tdj and in ep1, theres a schene where yohan is comforting a victim; he yawns and then his eyes start watering. I was wondering, do you think it was for show like gaon did, and he yawned to stimulate tears, or do you think it was genuine as he won the first case, making him a step closer to avenging isaac and isaacs look alike was standing there the whole time?

Id love to heard your insight and im so excited for chapter 42 thank uu ^^

I'm so glad that I could bring you happiness and help you through a difficult time 💜 I never set out to do that with Who Holds the Devil but, from what I've heard, it's become a source of joy and stability for a lot of people. Which is honestly amazing.

And, knowing that, I'm so happy that I started posting it when I did. Usually, I will try to finish a fanfic before I post it but Who Holds the Devil became one of the exceptions because I was afraid that if I didn't start posting, I would never do it (because I was so scared of fucking up) or, alternatively, never finish it. And it's kind of dizzying to think what would have happened (or hadn't happened, I guess?) if I hadn't done that.

So yeah. One of the best choices I've made, clearly, considering where it took us all xD

As for your question, I think that it's all fake on Yo Han's part. It's true that it's the first trial towards avenging Isaac, but even if that's big, I don't think it would be enough to make Yo Han genuinely cry? Not to mention that there are still so many steps left and he's probably already focused on the next one.

To me, it looks like Yo Han was faking compassion towards the crying woman. As she's telling her story, they make a lot of eye contact so it makes sense that Yo Han would go: "A normal person would cry now" and start faking his eyes getting watery. Because they're already shiny from tears before he embraces her. And then, as he's hugging her, he yawns — because he's not actually that invested — and a tear just happens to fall.

So, in some ways, I guess the tear itself wasn't planned and just more of a side effect of him trying to appear compassionate towards one of the people he's trying to trick? He needs to sell himself as the people's judge so, naturally, he needs to be seen caring for them. But the moment the woman wasn't looking at him anymore, he yawns. The tears he faked remain, though, and, eventually, they'll spill over like tears tend to do.

And then Yo Han realises that Ga On is watching and, because Yo Han is an asshole, he looks all smug and challenging. So the initial show was for the woman but Yo Han seized the opportunity to unnerve Ga On, too, for... idk, shits and giggles? xD

That's what I think! :D

And chapter 42 is up now! I hope you enjoy it 💜

[merakicharm]

(Takes place after the attack on Mr Choi Gang-u by Lee Yeong Ho in place of Kim Min Joon in episode 16)

"But why did Lee Yeong Ho have Ko Jin Cheol's cellphone with him in the first place?" Ha-ri wondered aloud.

"I think... he was planning on finishing me and turning himself in, saying Joo Hyeongi instigated him to do it" Kim Min Joon rose from his seat with a sombre expression.

Ha-ri's heart stuttered at that.

"Is he insane?" she thundered, springing up from her own chair, startling, Nu-ri, Cheetah and Kim Min Joon himself. "Is he so loyal to Chairman Cha?? Even if that man tells him to kill himself he'll do that also? Arghhh!! This is so annoying!"

The three men around her looked at each other and then back at her. Kim Min Joon cleared his throat, and Nu-ri and Cheetahsshi gave each other sly glances. But Ha-ri was too worked up to notice either of them. Striding forward with clenched fists, she threw a punch at the wall, scrunching her eyes shut and expecting the grating pain and ready to welcome it. Pain could distract her from this crazy guy and his even more crazy plans. And perhaps the rush of some other emotions she felt too.

But the hit didn't cause even the remotest feeling of pain. Instead, she felt something soft around her hand. Opening her eyes, she found her fist trapped within Kim Min Joon's larger gentler hand. Cheetahsshi and Nu-ri were staring at the sight with barely suppressed grins.

"That's enough Ha-ri-ssi. I thought I told you not to hurt yourself?" Kim Min Joon was staring into her eyes, eyebrows quirked. She scowled at him. "Yahh! Let go of my hand!"

"Not unless you promise me you won't hurt yourself again"

She scowled even more harshly at that, trying to stare him down. He stared right back at her, unflinching. It was probably when they exceeded more than a minute of staring at each other that Cheetahssi spoke up.

"Uhhh Pentium-ssi, I am exhausted after all that action and drama. I think I'll crash. What about you, Pentium-ssi?"

"Ahh, yes yes, me too. Cheetahsshi, I think I'll sleep too. It's been a long day for me. Not resting won't do my wounds any good either"

In her peripheral vision, she saw them slinking out of the room, quiet and subtle. But really, she was more focused on the man in front of her than the two leaving.

In a very low voice that oozed threat and danger, she enunciated each word.

"Kim Min Joon. Let go of my hand. Right now."

Kim Min Joon simply stared down at her. And that infuriated her too. He was so tall and handsome with lips that looked so kissable and eyes which held so many promises. They were staring at her right now. Ha-ri saw love and worry in them. His eyes were always worried when they found her in a tough or vulnerable position.

Finally relenting, "It won't hurt me all that much", she said in a softer tone. Kim Min Joon had not moved or spoken yet. He was eyeing her silently, hand still clasped within his. Ha-ri stepped closer and closer, watching him for any reaction. His eyes simply followed her. She came right up to him, the tip of her nose almost touching his chin.

"Min Joonah," she whispered.

He inhaled sharply at that.

Now that she was so near him, Ha-ri felt that undeniable urge to touch him, hug him, pat him, anything which allowed her to be ensured of his physical presence and most of all, safety.

Self control Ha-ri, self control. Self-control Ha-ri, self-control, self-control, self-control she chanted in her head.

"Min Joonah" she whispered even more softly if possible. Kim Min Joon gulped, bringing her attention to his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. Some primal thirst in her flared and she ended up gulping herself. Kim Min Joon looked down at the movement and then raised his eyes to her eyes and then back down to her lips. He slowly loosened his grip on her hand, letting go altogether. Ha-ri rested her hand on his waist.

"Ha-ri"

There was warning in his voice.

"That sounds nicer" she observed.

"You like it when I call you by your name? Without any honorifics?" he questioned her.

"Ah ahh," Ha-ri gaped. She hadn't realised she was talking aloud. Pursing her lips, she stared mutely at him. A smirk was fast making its way onto his face.

"It's not like that! Yahh!"

"Ha-ri. Ha-ri. Ha-ri."

"Kim Min Joon!!" she huffed.

"Ha-ri. Ha-ri. Ha-ri. Ha-ri. Ha-"

Min Joon's chanting was abruptly brought to an end when Ha-ri with both her hands pulled at his collar, dragged him to her level and pressed her lips against his plush ones. For a few moments, there was really no response from Min Joon.

"Min Joonah, if you didn't like that, I am sorry" she apologized rapidly, stepping back and away from him. All along, she had thought this whole thing was mutual and for all his flirting, Min Joon was just as invested in them as she was. She didn't even know if the kiss had been the problem. Maybe he hadn't come around to trusting even her when it came too close to his liking. As ten thousand thousand and more thoughts rushed into her head, she felt Kim Min Joon's eyes on her. It made her feel sad and anxious now, after his blatant refusal of her.

Just as she was about to turn away, a pair of strong hands grabbed her waist and pulled her to Kim Min Joon. Startled, she stared up at him. He was breathing deeply, eyes fixed on her alone.

"Ha-ri"

The teasing was gone. In its place was barely concealed urgency.

"Min Joon?" she sounded unsure.

Hands still clutching her waist, he held her impossibly close to him. Bending down, he laid his forehead on hers.

"Ha-ri"

"Min Joon" she whispered back.

"Ha-ri" he raised his head and stared at her lips.

"Can I?" he stared into her eyes. She nodded. Very slowly, Min Joon closed the distance between them, until he was an inch away from her lips.

"Ha-ri-ah" he murmured and then they were kissing.

To be kissed by Kim Min Joon made her feel as if she was in the seventh heaven of delight. Fireworks went off and off in the back of her head. Ha-ri closed her eyes tightly, and grabbed at the hem of his shirt, fisting it hard. The way he did it so flawlessly, so perfectly irked her.

Am I not the first woman he's dated? she thought angrily to herself. The thought made her nip harshly at Min Joon's bottom lip, causing him to pull away and stare at her, confused.

"What's wrong?"

Apparently, her face practically announced that she was angry.

"Nothing" She was still clutching at his hem but looked away in embarrassment. One hand still on her hips, Kim Min Joon used his other hand to guide her face back to him

"Tell me what's wrong" Kim Min Joon's voice was soft and gentle. That made her even more embarrassed. She kept mum.

"Please?" he whined softly, palm flat against her cheek now.

"This was not your first time, was it?" she asked, somewhat petulantly.

Whatever Kim Min Joon had been expecting, this definitely had not been it.

"Huh?"

"What?" she shot back. Min Joon's eyes widened at her tone.

"Ok ok, I did have a girlfriend or two back in Germany, but never a serious relationship with any of them, alright? I didn't love them"

It was on the tip of Ha-ri's tongue to ask her whether they were pretty. Prettier than her. But Min Joon beat her to it.

"And before you even think about it, they were nowhere near as beautiful as you" he smiled at her

"As if!" she scoffed.

Min Joon laughed softly. That irritated Ha-ri. She lunged for his lips a second time, kissing him so fiercely he almost lost his balance and stumbled. Once again, she nipped at his lips.

Min Joon broke off laughing loud and like bells chiming.

"You really are a fierce lady Jang Hari-ssi!"

Ha-ri smiled an annoyed smile at him and then wrapped her arms around him, embracing him softly. His gentle arms wrapped around her slim built in a minute, pulling her closer. She rested her head against his chiselled chest, comforted and comfortable.

[pitchsidestories]

make the season bright II Millie Bright x Arsenal!Reader

masterlist | word count: 1023

summary: Millie and reader go shopping for christmas, but the Chelsea defender has a special gift for the Arsenal player in mind.

author's note: dear readers, the oneshot is based on this lovely request, we hope you'll have fun with it.

The shopping centre was full of life so close to Christmas. People hurried from store to store to buy presents and decorations while Christmas songs blared from the speakers. In contrast to your girlfriend, you enjoyed the pre-holiday hustle and bustle. It got you into the Christmas spirit while Millie was just stressed out by it.

Knowing this, you quickly pressed a quick kiss to her cheek: “Love, I’ll be right back. I’m just getting a present for Hempo.“

Millie nodded, looking relieved about being able to wait outside the store: “Yes, love. Take your time.“

“See you soon.“, you waved and disappeared into the Lego store.

Millie watched as you entered, making sure that you would be busy browsing the aisles for a while before sneaking away from her spot in front of the store.

With determined steps, she walked towards a jewellers shop and started studying the rings on display.

“So you’re looking for an engagement ring?”, someone said to her right. Looking up, she saw an older man with a friendly smile who seemed eager to sell something.

“Yes. I was thinking a gold one, not too big. Something classy.“, Millie described quickly what she had in mind.

The salesperson nodded slowly and led Millie to another ring display.

“How about this one then?“

“Oh, this is beautiful.“, Millie said, taking a closer look at the filigree ring. It was almost exactly what she had imagined. A simple gold band with small oval-shaped diamond in the middle, elegant and not too flashy.

The smile on the man’s face grew wider, either because he was able to help his customer or because he was about to sell something: “Would you like me to wrap it up for you?”

“Yes, please. But no bows or anything. And I don’t need a bag, it’s supposed to be a surprise.“, Millie replied. Her gaze nervously wandered towards the clock, she’s been inside the shop for almost fifteen minutes already.

“Got it.“

Still, he took his time putting the ring into a small pillowed jewellery box while Millie waited impatiently with her credit card already in hand.

The payment was processed just in time as you entered the store after spending minutes to find her.

“Hi love, what are you doing inside here?”, you smiled at her.

“I was just looking at some earrings. Found what you were looking for?”, your girlfriend asked innocently.

You opened a huge yellow shopping bag, showing her its contents: “Yes. Look, I found this big set. Doesn’t it scream Hempo?”

“It does.“, she agreed as you left the jewellers shop together.

For a second her face whitened, fearing you might discover the rings somehow.

An amused smile appeared on your lips, while you realized. “I hope she doesn’t own it yet. Wait are those Christmas jumpers for our dogs, you know I don’t-“

“Promise me you won’t be mad.”, Millie looked at you puppy eyed  

“Only a little bit.”, you admitted releasing a deep sigh.

“They’ll look adorable in it, Lucy and Beth agree with me!”, she defended herself.

“Of course they do.”, you commented eyerolling.

“Hey, even an Arsenal player is on my side.”, the defender added in a teasing tone.

“Just because I’m a gooner doesn’t mean we’ve to share the same opinion.”, you countered.

“Oh, you don’t? I thought you all just use one brain cell together.”, a smug grin was on your girlfriends’ lips.

“Excuse me? You can sleep on the sofa tonight if you keep talking like this Bright.”, you warned her, playfully punching her in the side.

“With the dogs in their matching Christmas sweaters? I don’t mind that.”, Millie shrugged laughing whole-heartedly.

“No, they’ll sleep on your side of the bed.”, you corrected her trying your hardest not to chuckle.  

“Rude.”, the blonde pouted which looked adorable in your opinion.

“You started it.”, you reminded her smiling.

Both of you walked side by side, you left the shopping centre behind you as you made your way to the underground station.

Even after all the years you’ve lived in London now, you still got starstruck by their Christmas lights. Your girlfriend called your name and brought you back to the here and now.

“Sorry, I got distracted by the beauty of it. They’re especially pretty this year don’t you think?”, you apologized, a soft blush creeping up on your cheeks. That’s when you noticed the snowflakes falling to the earth, making the scenery even more magical.

“I couldn’t have planned it any better.”, Millie stated overjoyed.

“Planned what?”, you frowned confused.

“This.”, she replied sounding matter-of-factly, while kneeing down revealing the engagement ring which the defender had carried in her pocket all along.

“You weren’t looking for earrings.”, you muttered.

“I wasn’t. Will you marry me?”, the Chelsea player declared solemnly.

“Yes, I’ll, Millie. The ring is beautiful.”, you told her with tears in your eyes.

“You like it? I saw it and knew it had to be yours.”, Millie beamed.

“It’s so elegant, I love it.”, you answered truthfully.

“Just like you.”, the blonde whispered lovingly. She paused for a second before continuing with a cheeky smile on her face. “Now you can’t be mad about the dog sweaters anymore.”

“Oh my god.”, you groaned.

“Just joking.”, your fiancée reassured you, placing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Let’s go home love. Also, we need to take a photo with the ring there as well as of the dogs in their Christmas jumpers for all the group chats.”, you hummed excitedly.

“We do.”, Millie agreed delighted by that prospect. When you stepped out at the underground station to walk the rest of the way home a thin layer of snow already covered the ground.  

The season would be merry and bright indeed the blonde thought to herself and she couldn’t wait for you to take her last name.

lionesses group chat

y/n just posted..

Beth: Congrats, my loves! But where did you get those cute Christmas jumpers for your dogs? Myle wants one as well!  🥰

Alex: The cutest! Congrats 😍

Lucy: About damn time that you two tie the knot!!! 😂

Ella: So happy for you! 😍

Christmas/Winter Oneshots

[fictionismyreality3]

Jealousy is my Best Friend (18+)

Jason Todd x Reader

Tags: Smut, jealous!jason todd, protective!jason todd, possessive!jason todd

Warnings: romance and everything that comes with it, penetrating sex, hair pulling, choking, spanking, sir kink

Notes: am I.. a whore? MaByE🤪 I would certainly let Jay do anything mentioned in this oneshot 🫣and OMG ANGry SeX

When you got invited to the Wayne Christmas Party you knew Jason would be livid.

It was almost a year since you’d been together and you grew to know him inside and out. Once you got past the edgy, broody and overly aggressive personality, he really was a sweet guy. But he got jealous.

Really jealous.

Since you had moved in with Jason a few months ago, you had gotten to see his more possessive side almost 24/7. He was rarely ever out of touching distance, always keeping a hand on you, especially if you had company over. The few times you met his brothers, he was practically acting like a viscous guard dog.

That’s why you knew he wouldn’t be happy that Bruce had invited you without him knowing. But, in defence of Gotham’s Dark Knight, everyone knew that Jason didn’t want you involved with his family.

So, obviously you accepted the invitation.

Yes, you knew he would be mad when he found out and when you insisted on going, but you wanted to be a part of all aspects of his life.

So, here you were. Standing in the living room of your apartment, all dressed up and ready to go, with Jason sitting fuming on the couch.

“You’re not going.” He murmured.

“Why? Do you know how bitchy I would seem I didn’t show up?” You said exasperated.

Jason ran a hand through his hair in frustration, letting out a long sigh as his eyes drifted up and down your outfit again.

“You’re not going in that.”

You were reaching the end of your rope. You had been arguing with Jason for the better part of half an hour and he hadn’t budged. The dress you had picked out for the party was one of the few times you let yourself splurge. You looked hot. You knew you looked hot and Jason knew it too. That’s why it was so impossible for him to sit with the fact that other men would be seeing you.

Jason’s eyes roamed your body again. The red fabric of the dress hugged your hips, making him want to reach out and grab you. His colour. He knew you chose that dress just to get him worked up and he loved how well it was working.

Not knowing who was going to be looking at you was utterly infuriating, even more so since he knew exactly what they would be thinking. A gorgeous girl like you? Fuck, if he wasn’t already with you he’d be eye fucking you along with the rest of them. Not that he wasn’t already.

“Are you even listening, Jay?”

Your voice broke him out of his lusting thoughts and he felt the sour pang of jealousy creep to the forefront of his mind once more.

“I’m not gonna waste this dress! Do you know how much I spent-”

“Shut… christ, shut your pretty little mouth and let me talk for one fucking second.” He growled.

Your mouth hung open, floundering for a second before it closed. Jason’s fists were clenching and unclenching. You watched that vein that only popped out when he was angry beginning to pulse with blood. His head was in his hands as he ran his hands through his hair.

With a predatory speed, his head raised and his gaze snapped to yours. His eyes pulsed green.

Before you could figure out what was happening he was striding across the room and pinning you against the wall, his hands on either side of your head.

“Jay, I didn’t-” You tried.

The rest of your pleading sentence was cut short as Jason’s hand slipped from the wall to wrap around your throat, squeezing slightly. He really wished you would just be quiet. Every time you opened your mouth he just wanted to fill it with something other than words.

“Do you know..” he inhaled sharply, “how fucking hard it is to let people seen even an inch of your skin?”

“I can-” You began to say, but Jason’s grip on your throat tightened and the words stopped at your lips.

“Stop. Talking.” His jaw ticked.

With a tortured sigh, he dipped his head down to the crook of your neck, his breath tickling your skin. He was utterly enraptured by you, and the thought of anyone else having you made his skin crawl.

“You’re not going to the party.” He said, his voice a little softer as he placed a gentle kiss to your neck.

“Jay, please. I need to meet your family.” You protested.

Your continued pleading was interrupted by your phone ringing where you had put it on the kitchen counter. Squinting your eyes, you just made out the caller ID. Dick Grayson. Thinking he could talk some sense into Jason, you used the distraction of the noise to break from his hold and run to the kitchen.

Grabbing the phone, you answered as quickly as you could. But, before you could get a word out, Jason snatched it right out of your hand.

“We’re not coming.” He said darkly, and hung up before Dick could say a word.

Okay, now you were fucked.

You took a step back and retreated all the way into the kitchen until the back of your legs hit the counter.

The taste of jealousy Jason had tried to push down was rearing its ugly head more than ever. Of all people, you were going to get his brother to help? He was fine when strangers tried something with you, he could always break a few arms. But his brother? Fuck no.

Jason prowled towards you. The sound of each step on the kitchen tile reverberated through your bones. He consumed your field of vision as he trapped you between him and the kitchen counter. You bit your lip, knowing better than to say anything. You knew that you had earned a rough punishment.

He closed his eyes, trying to keep a lid on his temper, and took a deep, shuddering breath.

He kissed your forehead.

“Knees.”

Your legs clenched together as a rush of heat flooded your core. The dark eyes of your boyfriend looked at you expectantly, and it was all you could do not to melt on the spot. Not wanting to earn a harsher punishment, you lowered yourself to the floor.

Jason’s eyes drifted to where your skin met the hard tile. He took off his suit jacket and bent down to put it underneath your knees. The only marks on your skin would be from him.

Your heart swooned at his actions. Even though he was gonna fuck you silly, he was still treating you like a princess.

“What should I do with you, huh?” His fingers found your chin and he tilted your head up to look at him.

Seeing those pretty doe eyes of yours staring up at him was almost enough to make him cum in his pants.

“Should I fuck your bratty mouth?” He said condescendingly sweet. Your head was swimming as your panties pooled with desire. You loved how he reduced you to a speechless mess with just a few words.

“Answer me, sweetheart.” He rasped.

“Yes, please Jay.” You whined.

Your begging was only met with a sharp tug of your hair, and you realized your mistake.

“Sir! Yes please, sir.” You corrected quickly.

That was more like it. Jason smiled down at you proudly, almost smug with the way you went from angry to eager for his cock. With torturously slow movements, he undid his belt and placed it on the counter beside him. He usually liked to please you first, but he was too riled up to go slow.

His hand came to hold your face, his thumb stroking your cheek as he undid the zipper of his pants. Most of the times he made you take him out, but he didn’t want to look away from your pretty eyes.

Even if you wanted to move, you couldn’t with the way he was holding you. The head of his cock brushed against your lips, and he finally let go of your chin.

“Show me how sorry you are, baby.” He said lowly.

Your previous anger had evaporated into a haze of desire, and you greedily took him into your mouth, earning a deep groan from Jason. One of his hands threaded into your hair as it had done a hundred times before, and you twirled your tongue around the head of his cock.

The familiar heat of desire thrummed through your veins, and with each lick you felt your pussy dripping with arousal. Jason murmured praises under his breath, his quiet groans filling the room.

God, he loved your mouth.

So hot and wet. Perfectly skilled at drawing all sorts of noises he didn’t know he could make from his lips. And your hands were even better. As soon as you started to roll his balls in your hand, his head tipped back in ecstasy.

“Dirty girl.” He gasped out.

Seeing how much you affected him filled your heart with pride, but before you could make a bratty comment, he had both hands in your hair and was pushing his cock to the back of your mouth.

You gagged instinctively, and your hands shot out to his thighs, pushing weakly against him. You moaned around his cock, only making him press himself deeper in your mouth until your nose touched his pubic bone.

“Oh, fuck baby.. just a-” His cock pulsed, heavy in your mouth. “Just a little more.”

Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes and your pussy clenched on nothing. God, he loved making you cry on his cock. He barely held back his orgasm as your little hands started to hit against his legs.

“Oh.. okay. Shit, princess you’re so.. whiny.” He mummers.

You try your best to take all of him down your throat, but he’s so big that it makes it hard to breathe. Wanting to please him seemed to be the only thought in your head as your core burned with the anticipation of the pleasure you would receive in return.

You sucked hard once, then twice, and had him gasping. Taking his cock from your mouth, he pulled you up from the floor.

“You want this cock so bad you have to be fucking brat?” He growled as he bent you over the counter top.

The cool air suddenly rushed across your skin as he ripped your dress off, throwing it to the floor without care. You were left bare apart from your bra and panties, which were red to match your dress.

“That was expensive..” You complained.

“I’ll buy you another one.” He said as he kept you pinned to the counter with a hand on your back.

And you knew he would.

He loved seeing you like this. Bent over, legs spread, your pussy dripping so much your panties already had a dark patch. Your red panties. His colour on his girl. He took a breath in through his nose, his hips jutting forwards and brushing against your clit.

“Jay-” A swift spank had your ass blooming with stinging pain.

“Sir! Sir, sir, sir.. M’sorry.. please, sir.. please.” You whined, repeating the title over and over again.

Jason got to his knees, pushing your legs apart, and pulled your panties down, throwing them with your discarded dress. His hands ran up and down your legs, the calloused skin of his palms making you shudder with impatience. Sensing your desperation, he decided to take mercy on you. You had been a good girl so far.

Without warning, he licked from your clit to leaking slit, moaning at the sweet taste his girl on his tongue. He could eat you for days and never need to come up for air.

“So needy..” He whispered, the air from his words brushing your clit and making you whine.

With one hand on the back of your thigh, and the other on your ass, he began to eat you from behind. His movements were aggressive like him, and he licked and sucked you without abandon. He had your hands flailing against the countertop, only to find nothing to hold on to.

He felt your thighs shaking where they were around his head, and pushed two fingers inside. You cried out in pleasure, your eyes squeezing shut as he curled his fingers to hit that perfect spot over and over and over and-

“Don’t you dare fucking cum.” He hissed, his words muffled by your cunt.

Strings of moans and high pitched mewls fell from your throat as Jason worked you up to the edge, only to pull his fingers out or take his tongue off your clit. You couldn’t even lift your head anymore, your mind too dizzy with pleasure as he pumped his fingers into you.

“I’m gonna.. need to.. oh, pl-please-” You words came out choked when when Jason suddenly added a third finger, stretching you out.

“You gonna be a good girl for me?” He said pulling his head back, leaving you missing his tongue.

“Y-yes..” You mewl breathlessly.

Jason hummed in consideration, his fingers slowing down almost to a stop. You felt painfully empty as he pulled his fingers out of your needy pussy, your walls squeezing around air. Jason stood up, still behind you, and leaned down. His chest pressed against your back and all of your senses were consumed by his weight on top of you.

“Who gets to touch this perfect little pussy?” He whispered into your ear.

“You, sir.” You gasped.

“Hm.. and who gets to decide if you get to cum?”

“You, sir..” You words came out breathy.

“Good fucking girl.” Jason rasped.

Far too soon his weight was off of you, but your mind was quickly calmed as you felt the tip of his cock rubbing up and down your entrance. You sighed out in bliss, your mind running through all the other times he had you screaming.

“Gonna take me real good, huh?” He muttered and slammed his cock into you without a moments notice.

Your mouth fell open in a silent cry. Tears pooled in your eyes as your breath caught in your throat.

You were so full.

Everything about Jason was large, including his cock, and you felt like you were fucking him for the first time all over again. You could never get used to his size.

After letting you adjust for a moment, ever the gentlemen even when blowing your back out, he began to lazily roll his hips into you.

The teasingly slow pace was incomprehensibly difficult for Jason to maintain. As soon as he was inside of you it took every ounce of willpower to resist fucking you so hard that your brains leaked out of your pussy.

But he wanted to see you fall apart even more.

You whimpered and whined, making such pretty noises for him. His large hands gripped your waist easily, allowing him to prevent you from getting greedy and bouncing back on his cock.

“Oh g-god please.. I can’t handle it..” You said in what felt like part moan, part sob.

Jason stilled his movements and you thought you might cry, but then he tangled a hand in your hair and pulled you up so your back was flush against his chest.

“Who owns you, princess?” He said as he wrapped his hand around your throat.

“You do, Jason.” You mewled.

“That’s fucking right, baby. Good girl.” You could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

And before you could ask he was already bending you back over, your chest against the cool marble countertop as he began to pound into you relentlessly.

You cried out at the sudden roughness, your walls clenching around his cock, earning a strangled moan from Jason. If it wasn’t for the hand he had on the back of your neck, you would have been pitching forward with each thrust. Your hands shot out to press against the white tile backsplash, needing something to ground you. Every time he pumped into you the tip of his cock would brush against your cervix, the delicious pang of being full of Jason had you screaming.

“You’re okay. You can- oh fuck..” He gasped out as your pussy tightened around him. “You can take it, pretty girl.”

He rasped out the reassurance, but he didn’t know how much longer he could stop himself from cumming. Every time he fucked you he only got more hooked on your body. The sounds you made, the noises and little breathy whimpers always had him harder than he thought was possible.

And you really were doing so well.

He knew he had been rough with you, but when your sweet little cunt was so fucking tight around him, how was he supposed to go slow? With every thrust he watched your eyes roll further back into your head. It felt like he was molding you from the inside out. Shaping you to fit with him and only him.

All you could do was lay there and take it. Tears had begun to fall down your cheeks, and Jason reached down to brush them away.

“You.. jesus christ, you’re mine, sweetheart.” He gasped out.

You nodded, your wanton moaning answer enough. You looked over your shoulder at Jason and his resolve snapped.

His hips were suddenly pistoling into you with a speed only reachable by a man like him. Your jaw hung open as a string of curses and groans bubbled past Jason’s lips.

“Need to..” You begged incoherently.

“I know, I know.. shit-” His cock twitched inside you. “cum with me, sweetheart.”

As soon as the words of permission slipped from his mouth your body reacted before your mind could process it. You cried out as your eyes rolled back in your head, your legs quivering so much you were grateful to be bent over the counter. Jason was cumming just as soon as he felt your cunt squeeze around him with a vice like grip. His thrusts became erratic and sloppy as he gasped and groaned out in pleasure.

Your head was hazy as your legs twitched with aftershocks. The only reminder that you were still on earth was Jason leaning down to press a kiss to the back of your neck.

“That’s it. Deep breath. Did so good for me, baby.” He cooed soothingly and pulled out.

You whined at the loss of him, feeling empty, but he quickly silenced you with a searing kiss. He watched with a proud grin as he leaked out of you, dripping down your inner thigh.

After you had calmed down enough to remember how to breath, Jason picked you up easily and began carrying you to the bathroom, his eyes on your face the entire time.

“Maybe I should make you angry more often.” You giggled.

He rolled his eyes at your remark, giving your nose a little kiss.

“Don’t even think about it.”

[trippinsorrows]

dreamland: no yeetmas

authors note: here is the christmas oneshot! hope it's enjoyable. even if heavy at some points.

merry christmas! ❤️

warnings: detailed discussions pertaining to domestic violence

words: 8k

Date night with six kids, date night with seven kids, one of them being a three month-old newborn, is practically impossible, but if there’s one thing Roman Reigns will always prioritize, it’s one on one time with his wife.

A promise made when Lina and Leya were not even a month old. One where he and Solana vowed to always make sure to make time for each other, no matter what.

A promise that’s been kept over the years, even with the birth of their baby girl, Aubriela. 

And, just like all of their date nights, it’s a fun, needed kidfree time. No arguing, no yelling, no cat mowing or dog barking. Just him and her with a private dinner on a yacht. A wonderful evening they stretch as much as they can, eventually heading back home so Solana can nurse Aubriela. 

However, the small smile that’s been on Roman’s face, and the even bigger one on his wife’s all night, are instantly wiped off the minute they step foot into their mansion.

And Roman is the first to speak. “What the hell?”

Solana’s mouth is ajar as she takes in the chaos and mess around her. Legos, toys, dolls, and other items scattered across the living room. Three unfolded baskets of laundry sitting after Roman specifically tasked his teenagers with taking care of it.

A sink full of dishes Solana left Koa and Kai with handling, them simply needing to load the dishwasher.

And the madness around them is only matched by the loud, boisterous sounds coming from upstairs. And despite this noise, because of their trained ears, both mother and father can make out the sound of a baby crying. A sound that becomes clearer and louder.

“Aubriela,” Solana murmurs to herself, taking off her heels and moving to the staircase where, at the top, a figure appears.

Leya is holding her crying sister, her eyes widening slightly when she realizes her parents are home.

“Mom.” She swallows, mouth opening and closing as she rocks her baby sister. “We were just—”

“Give her to me,” Solana interrupts, walking halfway up the stairs to retrieve her crying newborn, kissing her temple and already picking up on the wail being her ‘hungry’ cry. Solana takes the baby blanket off Leya’s shoulder as well and turns on the steps to walk into the living room. 

As Leya follows her mother to explain, Roman moves to the steps and shouts, “everybody down here, now!”

The voice is one that penetrates through the noise, all kids clearly hearing him as the sound of hurried footsteps follows. 

Roman locks eyes with Tama first, Lina coming in second, Koa and Kai’s heads peeking through in between their big siblings. Roman steps aside and places his hands on his hips. “On the sofa. All of you.”

Tama rolls his eyes. “Dad—”

Roman’s sharp gaze moves back to his oldest son. “What I say?”

Tama sighs loudly but follows suit, Koa and Kai behind him. Aroha is the last to arrive, skipping down the steps and smiling. “Hi, daddy.” She motions to her costume, which should be pajamas, as it’s well past her bedtime. “Look! I’m a fairy!”

Roman also sighs, directing, “go sit down on the sofa, Aroha.”

He’s not surprised by the look of confusion on her face but is at least relieved to see her follow his instructions. With all the kids gathered, Roman walks over to the living room where Solana sits, nursing Aubriela, using the baby blanket to prevent her breast being exposed.

Roman stands before his kids, jumping right to the point. “What the hell is all of this?”

Lina is the first to speak, phone in her hand as she texts. “What do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean, Lina,” is his stern response. He’s about to tell her to put her phone away when it dawns on him that they’re all on some type of device. From his oldest to his youngest, aside from his newborn baby. Roman pinches the bridge of his nose, trying his best not to snap on them.

Solana speaks up, her voice sharp and clear. She says something in Spanish, all of the kids looking up, mostly annoyed, followed by them all putting the phones, iPads, and tablets beside them. 

Roman casts his wife a glance. She gives him a supportive nod, clearly picking up on the fact that he’s doing his best to remain calm.

He’s appreciative, because these kids are certainly not making it any easier.

He decides to be a bit more specific, asking the older teens, “why are your brothers and sister still up?” He glances at the watch on his wrist. “It’s almost 10 o’clock at night.”

Tama sucks his teeth. “Dad, you know they don’t listen to us.”

“I’m really tired of hearing that excuse, Tamasa.” Because he is. Roman knows his younger children can be headstrong and stubborn, a lot like him, but so can Tama. His oldest boy knows how to get the kids in order.

If he fucking tries.

“Aroha,” Solana speaks up, directing her address to her daughter. “You know it’s past your bedtime.”

And the guilty look on her face confirms as such. That doesn’t stop her from arguing in her little voice, pointing to her sister, “But, mommy! Lina wouldn’t read me a bedtime story!”

“Oh my gosh,” Lina rolls her eyes and scoffs, turning to her little sister. “You don’t need a bedtime story.”

“It’s part of her routine, Catalina. You know this,” Solana reminds, adding, “and I left you in charge of putting her to bed.”

“But beyond that, Aroha, Koa, Kai, why are these toys all over the damn living room?” Roman joins in, motioning to the mess of legos, dolls, and other randoms that are scattered across the floor. “You know damn well ya’ll are supposed to pick up after yourselves.” He turns to the teens, pointing to the laundry. “And ya’ll were supposed to fold and put away these clothes. I told you that before we left.”

“The dishes aren’t done either,” Solana points out, looking at her twin boys. “I asked you both to load the dishwasher. It’s your night to do it.”

Kai kicks his feet in an almost bored manner as Koa scowls, asking, “don’t we have a maid?”

Tama snorts, quietly agreeing, “literally.”

Roman cuts his eyes at not one but the set of his kids, reminding, “whether we have a maid or not doesn’t matter. When your mom and I tell ya’ll to do something, ya’ll need to do it.”

The fact this discussion is even transpiring is partially baffling to Roman. Not entirely surprising though, as it was one of the things he and Solana discussed during the date night. How something seems to have overtaken their children, shifting them from the overall well-behaved kids they usually are to almost defiant, borderline disrespectful things. It’s gotten to the point where both he and his wife have noticed them constantly having to repeat themselves, something that’s out of the norm.

Sure, it happens every so often, but they’re kids. That’s normal.

Lately though….it’s become too much.

And Roman is sick of it. 

“Your mom and I have been picking up your slack the past few weeks, and we’re tired of it. We have this big ass house and several of you. There’s no reason for the—”

“So, let’s get another maid,” Tama’s muttered “joke” evokes small giggles and smiles across the board with his siblings, even Aroha.

And, it’s in that moment that it hits him. 

That Roman realizes just how bad this is.

How spoiled his kids have become, a word he never thought he’d have to use for them but one that’s clearly applicable. And, it’s confirmed when he locks eyes with his wife whose expression indicates they’re exactly on the same page.

She proves it with a small nod, indicating from him to go.

Roman shakes his head to himself, knowing what he needs to do.

It’s time to fix this.

“I don’t know when the hell ya’ll became so ungrateful and entitled, but I’m not here for this shit, and I’m not putting up with it anymore.” Because, he’s not. Because this has gone on too long, and it’s time for him to handle it. “Ya’ll don’t even realize how lucky you are to have what you have, so it’s time we remind you of of it.” And without missing a beat, he announces, “Christmas is canceled.”

Silence.

And then small smiles and light laughter.

Leya is the first to notice, however, that neither of her parents look like they find anything funny about the situation. “W–what?”

Roman, again, is clear and concise with his words. “You heard me. Christmas is cancelled. None of ya’ll are getting a damn thing from us or Santa.”

And, it’s that second reiteration, perhaps the inclusion of profanity and Santa, seems to trigger the seriousness of the situation for the kids.

 Because thus the commencement of the panic.

“What!”

“You can’t do that!”

“It’s Christmas! We always celebrate Christmas!”

“Dad! You said I could get the latest Jordans!”

“What about our new monitors?!”

“Daddy! Santa has to come!”

“Not this year.” He silences the protests, reaffirming his stance. “You guys have become unappreciative for everything your mom and I do for ya’ll, so why should we reward that?” It’s a fair and valid question that, again, Roman never anticipated having to ask of his kids. He knows that he’s always essentially given them whatever they asked for, but they’ve always been respectful in return. Always followed the rules. So, he had no issue.

But now that that’s no longer happening, he’s going to have to teach them a lesson. 

A hard lesson.

Clearly recognizing there’s not going to be a win with him, the kids redirect their focus on the less strict of their two parents. 

“Mom?!”

However, both parents are very much on the same page. 

“Your dad is right.” Floored expressions all around. “ You all have no idea how blessed you are and what you have compared to what we went through as kids. It’s time you learn a lesson.” Solana stands up, Aubriela clearly done feeding and needing to be changed. “Christmas is canceled.”

��------

It’s been some time since the Reigns children have come together in the name of a common goal or enemy. It’s an alliance usually reserved for whenever one of the kids is being bullied or needs help with a situation. Or, in lighter times, if they’re working to surprise one or both of their parents for a special occasion, such as a birthday or anniversary.

However, there is nothing light about this situation.

The canceling of Christmas, all of the kids’ most favorite holiday, is something that’s never happened before, thus, at first, they’re not sure how to react. Even chalk it up to their parents being so upset in the moment but bound to change their minds when they calm down. 

Especially their dad.

Except that’s not what happens. Because it’s going on three days since the formal announcement, and the ruling has remained the same.

No Christmas this year.

And, it’s not because the kids haven’t done their best to right their wrongs. Staying on top of their chores. Even taking on a few not asked of them. Pleasants smiles and battling eyes all around. Yet, none of it seems to make a difference, both their dad and mom reminding, them, “this doesn’t change anything. Christmas is still canceled.”

It’s how they know that this is a dire situation, and dire situations call for backups and reinforcements. 

Gathered around in the main room of their massive basement, the Reigns kids and their Uncle Jimmy sit and work to plot. Or rather, the older kids, Koa and Kai included, along with Jimmy, discuss strategy while Aroha is in the corner humming and coloring at her arts and crafts table.

“Damn. Ya’ll really got your parents mad enough to cancel Christmas?” Jimmy shakes his head, popping a handful of popcorn in his mouth, talking while chewing. “I’d expect that from ya’ dad, but Soso? That’s crazy.”

Tama frowns and points out, “doesn’t dad hate it when you call mom that?”

“Is your daddy around?”

Lina rolls her eyes, texting and muttering, “he’s always around.” She only briefly rips her attention away from the conversation transpiring through texts to see Aroha is now spinning in a circle, clearly pretending to be a ballerina. Fitting, given that she’s wearing one of her fifty million different tutus.

Jimmy suddenly darts his eyes, finishing chewing and clearing his throat almost nervously. “Well, let’s get this shit figured out.” 

“Yeah, cause we have a business call at 3,” Koa informs as he and Kai type away on their laptops they built themselves when they were eight. 

Jimmy frowns. “Business call? Ain’t ya’ll like 7?”  

Kai glares, correcting his uncle. “We’re 10, Uncle Jimmy.”

“Same difference,” he dismisses. “Too many of ya’ll to keep up with anyway.”

Tama runs his hands over his face, his striking resemblance to his father when Roman was his age even more prominent with the gesture. “Ya’ll, can we please stay focused?”

Jimmy sucks his teeth. “I don’t know why ya’ll so stressed. The solution to this problem is simple.” He licks his lip and gestures to Aroha. “Just have lil bit fix it.”

The teens all share a look, Tama asking, “Aroha?” The child in question doesn’t hear her name being referenced. Thankfully. “How?”

“Amateurs.” Jimmy shakes his head and goes on to explain. “Everybody know your daddy can’t say no to her. She got some cute kid magic on him or something. Get her to give him that cute face she do that remind him of ya mama, and I guarantee ya’ll Christmas will be back on by the end of the day.” 

It’s so…..simple.

But genius. 

Lina, Leya, and Tama all give each other unspoken nods of approval and agreement. 

Koa and Kai’s eyes are alight with excitement, already anticipating the gifts they’re going to receive. “Uncle Jimmy, you’re a genius.”

“Man, you know how I do. That’s why I’m the QB!”

The plan, for all intents and purposes, is easy enough. One that really only calls for Aroha to be her adorable self. However, it’s the unknown of it all that has the kids a little nervous.

“Okay, Roro,” Lina offers a sweet smile, pushing back some of her curls, ensuring the earpiece is hidden after the group walks her through the plan. “You know what you have to do, right?”

She nods happily. “Cuddles with mommy and daddy!”

Koa slaps his forehead and mutters, “we’re doomed.”  

“No, Roro,” Tama moves to one knee, explaining, “you just have to tell mom and dad how sorry you are, you’ll be better, and you’ll be super sad if Christmas is canceled.” 

“Make sense, lil bit?” Jimmy asks with a tentative thumbs up.

Her smile is bright as she gleefully exclaims, “Okay!”

There’s still skepticism around, primarily with Koa and Kai, but they also recognize that this is their best bet. 

So with high fives from her siblings, and all parties earpieces verified to be working, they send the youngest Reigns girl on her mission. 

Aroha finds both her parents in Aubriela’s nursery where they’re helping her with tummy time. Roman is the first to notice his little girl. “Hey, Roro.”

She walks over to her dad, hands on his shoulder as he moves an arm around her. Aroha waves at her sister. “Hi, little baby!”

Solana giggles quietly, gently rattling the toy in front of Aubriela and motioning to Aroha. “There’s your hermana, mija.”

Aubriela, however, is too focused on the toy, making small, incoherent sounds. Solana chuckles and looks up. “You alright, Roro?”

“Alright, baby girl,” Jimmy says in the earpiece. “Now’s your chance.” 

And without hesitation, she announces her request with all the confidence in the world. “I wanna play with my tablet!”

“No!” It’s said louder than Tama intended but with all the frustration shared among his siblings.

Jimmy mutes his mic, sharing with the group. “Ya’ll sister might be a little slow.” 

“Uncle Jimmy,” Leya lightly scolds, speaking into the mic. “Aroha, no, you’re supposed to—”

“Did you do your reading yet?”

“Shit,” Lina curses, just now remembering her mom asked her to help Aroha with her reading if need be.

Aroha shakes her head no, murmuring, “I want tablet time….”

Roman reminds in the perfect mixture of gentle and stern, “you know the rules, Roro. No devices until you do your daily reading.”

It’s a simple rule for the Reigns kids that started with Leya and Lina. Every day, each child is required to spend at least 30 minutes reading. For the younger kids like Aroha, Koa, and Kai, it’s required before they can use any devices. The teens are allowed to handle their schedules for their daily reading, but it’s still a required thing for them as well. 

And, it’s a rule that Aroha Reigns is well aware of. That doesn’t seem to stop her from stomping and pouting.

“That’s not, fair!”

Roman is quick with the reprimanding. “Fix your face, Roro. Now.”

“Roro,” Solana speaks up, her voice also firm. “Go to the reading room or your quiet room and do your reading.”

“Then I can get on the tablet?”

“Roro, who cares about the tablet?” Tama snaps in her earpiece. “Ask them about Christmas!”

Aroha scowls even deeper and moves her hair to press her finger against the earpiece, subsequently revealing it to her parents. “Don’t yell at me!”

Roman most definitely notices this and gently turns her around. “What is this?” 

Her eyes go wide. “Ummm….”

“Run, Lil Bit! Run!” Jimmy shouts, prompting the kids to all look at him with disapproval. 

“Running won’t help, Uncle Jimmy!” 

“Daddy, I really need to talk to you.” Her voice is sweet, the save almost natural and organic. And effective. 

Roman takes a deep breath, asking, “about?”

Jimmy is quick to change his tune, slapping Tama on the arm. “Man, I told you that lil girl a genius.”

“Daddy….” All sets of listening ears perk up to Roro using the voice. The voice that's almost unnaturally sweet and adorable. The voice that can win over even the strongest of men. The Tribal Chief included. “I’m really sorry we’ve been bad. We promise we’ll be good again.” And left alone, right there, there might have been a chance. A landslide into victory and triumph, but not for the follow up. “So, can we have Christmas now?”

Roman and Solana share a look, with him saying what both of them are thinking. “Aroha, did your brothers and sisters ask you to come in here?”

She nods, not even second guessing the snitching. “We want Christmas!”

“Roman….” A gentle warning from Solana to her husband as she goes to take over, recognizing he’s getting more and more upset.

Except, he beats her to it.

“Well, you’re not getting it.” Plain and fucking simple. “Now go do your reading. Now.”

Her eyes widen. “But, daddy—”

“Aroha Reigns, I’m not gon’ repeat myself again. I said no.” And, he’s not, because if he does, his voice will be significantly louder and harsher. “Reading. Now.”

Thankfully, the message is sent, an irritated Aroha marching out the room and back to where her siblings and uncle remain, flabbergasted by what they’ve just witnessed. 

“Daddy’s a meany head!” Is all she states as she rips off the hidden earpiece and stomps right back out, most likely to get her reading done. 

“Did he…..did he just tell her no?” Tama asks the room, almost needing reassurance that what he just saw is actually what he saw. 

“Dad….dad’s never told her no,” Lina breathes, also struggling with what just transpired.

“He did now,” Koa mutters.

“Damn, ya’ll really done did it now.” Jimmy blows out a breath. “Might wanna start planning for Christmas next year.” He then completely changes the subject asking, “and while ya’ll at it, make sure to RSVP for Tito’s 5th birthday party next month.”

Collective eye rolls and sighs, Tam being the first to say what everyone else is thinking, "Uncle Jimmy, don’t nobody like Tito mean ass but you.”

“And didn’t he turn 5 last year?” Koa asks, clearly confused.

“And the year before that and the year before that—”

“And the year before that,” Leya finishes for her twin, asking almost tentatively, "Uncle Jimmy, just how old is Tito anyway? Like, for real?”

“Aye, we don’t talk about that,” he answers, defensively. “Tito is a private person.”

“He’s a dog,” Lina states with a straight face.

“He’s literally never gonna die,” Kai mutters to his brother.

“See, that’s ya daddy in you,” Jimmy points out, wagging his finger toward Lina as she rolls her eyes. “All I know is ya’ll better be there wearing your #Titorrific shirts.”

Tama cringes at the memory of the gifts given out at Tito’s birthday last year. “Pretty sure dad burned all of ours.”

“Not surprising. He been a hater since we was kids.” He sucks his teeth, offering, “don’t worry. I’ll get ya’ll some more.” And before they can try to convince him that that’s not necessary, Jimmy is on his way out, murmuring something about seeing what “Soso” cooked.

Meanwhile, as the kids return to the meaning of their plans' failure and struggle to accept defeat, their parents have a completely different issue. 

Solana is now holding and rocking Aubriela, trying to soothe her to sleep as Roman paces across her nursery.

“Baby, calm down. You don’t need to get yourself all ups—”

“Can you believe them?” He interrupts, too caught up with his frustration and many thoughts to heed to his wife’s advice. “They still don’t get it.”

Because neither Roman nor Solana are stupid. They’ve known from the beginning of their kids redemption tour that it was all performative. That just why Christmas was canceled and the lesson they were hoping to teach them hadn’t registered. But, that was three days ago. Roman was thinking, maybe more hoping, by now that they’d have caught on.

Clearly, that’s not the case.

“You’re right. They don’t.” Solana is careful in how she stands up from the rocking chair where she'd shifted, moving to place a now sleeping Aubriela in her crib. Naturally, Roman moves behind her, partially soothed by the sight of his youngest enjoying her slumber. “I think I have an idea though.” Solana straightens after getting her baby girl settled. Turning around, her hands on her husband’s chest, she warns, “I don’t think you’re going to like it though.”

—--------

“Do you know where we’re going?”

It’s a question that’s been asked amongst the group of children when they were all loaded in separate vehicles. The boys with Roman, and the girls with Solana, sans Aubriela who is at the house with their Aunt Bayley.

Fingers have moved rapidly against screens, as they try to use the process of elimination to land on just what their parents have planned. 

A difficult thing, especially when it would be so much easier if both mom and dad weren’t so tight lipped. 

It’s the older kids who take notice when they pull up to a gated property, neither SUV being stopped at the checkpoint, instead being let in without any kind of verification or search. 

That’s not entirely uncommon, as they’ve known their dad to handle that ahead of time, in terms of letting appropriate parties know they would be attending XYZ.

However, what confuses the lot of them as they pull up to a massive property, a mansion, is just where and what this place is.

The faint sound of children’s laughter can be heard, either from inside the house or maybe even out back, but it’s the perceptive teens who also take note of security that patrol the premises. 

Bloodline.

With everyone stepping out of the SUV's, Aroha, being the youngest in attendance, doesn’t hesitate to move over to Roman, clearly feeling a bit unsettled. 

“Daddy, where are we?”

Roman doesn’t answer but instead accepts her unspoken requests with her arms lifted. He picks her up and moves closer to Solana who simply directs with a wave of her hand.

The remaining children, though still filled with questions, follow suit. And immediately the sound of laughter and giggles is more prominent and apparent, as the visualization of it is now available. Because stepping into the home, a set of children come running down the steps, various sizes of smiles on their faces. 

But more than just smiles. 

Small scrapes. Bruises even. Clearly tended to but very much visible.

And, it’s one of the children, a little girl who notices the presence of the family standing by the front door, that greets them. 

“Mrs. Solana!”

All the children, especially Aroha, watch as their mother greets the little girl and accepts her hug with open arms. “You’re here!”

“I am,” Solana giggles, pushing back some of her hair. “How are you doing, Noel?”

“Better,” she answers, still beaming up at Solana, sharing with excitement, “mommy’s feeling better, too!”

“I’m happy to hear that.” She truly is. “Aroha.” Roman lets her down to the ground as she moves to stand beside her mom. “This is Noel. Noel, this is my daughter, Aroha. She’s the same age as you.”

Noel’s eyes light up as she takes in the other child. “Hi! I like your dress. It’s so pretty.”

Aroha looks down, smiling back, even though Solana can see it doesn’t meet her eyes. That she’s probably more focused on the faded bruise by Noel’s right eye. It doesn’t stop her from saying and complimenting, “thank you. I–I like your shirt.”

The other child looks down and beams even brighter. “Thanks!”

“Kids!” A voice calls out, Solana seeing Natalya at the end of the hall. “It’s time for outside play.”

“Nat!” Solana calls out, motioning to Aroha. “Can she join?”

At that, Aroha grows a bit unsure. “Mommy….”

“It’s okay, baby,” Solana comforts, pulling her in for a hug and kissing the top of her head. “You go play with the other kids for a little bit, and mommy and daddy will come get you when we’re done. Alright?”

Aroha glances over at her dad who gives a nod of agreement, seemingly settling her nerves.

She gasps when Noel takes her hand, offering, “you can play with me!”

Roro, again, appears more settled as Noel leads them to the back. Solana mouths “thank you” to Natalya who only winks and proceeds to guide the kids to the outside play area. 

Just then, a man walks over, tall with long blonde hair that’s a bit unruly and light blue eyes. “Didn’t know you guys were planning to come in today.”

“A last minute thing,” Roman explains, looking over at Koa and Kai. “Boys.” His deep voice pulls their attention from staring at this stranger. “This is Mr. Copeland, but he likes to be called Adam.”

This Adam person offers a small smile, correctly guessing, “Koa and Kai, right?”

Kai is more hesitant, asking, “how do you know us?”

Adam chuckles. “Been working with your parents for years now. I’ve heard a lot about you all, but especially you two. I hear you're good with technology.”

At that, Koa lifts his chin, correcting, “very good.

Roman rolls his eyes and instructs, “Koa. Kai. You’re going with Adam.” He looks over at his oldest son who still looks confused by all of this. “Tama, you’re staying with me.”

Solana adds, speaking to her oldest twins. “And you both will come with me.”

Lina is the one to finally outright ask, “Mom. Dad. What’s going on?” She gestures around her. “What is this place?” 

And with a perfect, almost bittersweet smile, Solana answers, “Alma’s Hope.”

—-------

It’s a bit of a strange thing, something almost out of a scene of a movie. Tama stays with his dad as they’re escorted into a room that almost feels like it was ripped out from an episode of SUV with a two way mirror that gives them a view of a room filled with women. A room that includes Lina and Leya who are still somewhat confused but starting to put two and two together, large due to the women around them.

Bruised, quiet, clearly terrified.

It’s...uncomfortable for the teens, to say the least. 

But, that discomfort is slightly waned and replaced with more confusion as Solana walks into the room and takes the last available seat at the front of the room. 

“Hi.” Solana openw with a small smile on her face. She briefly locks gazes with her daughter, giving a small nod. “A lot of you probably know who I am because of my husband, but you don’t know why I’m here.” She closes her eyes. “How I’m still here.” Eyes opening, she clears her throat. “But, before we get into that, I just want to go over some basic things.” Solana shifts in her seat, going on to explain. “Alma’s Hope is the biggest domestic violence shelter and safe haven in the country. We have several locations scattered across the states and a few in Mexico. This was the first one built over 15 years ago, and we’ve helped save and change countless lives ever since.” Both Lina and Leya share quiet, shocked expressions. “The rules are simple. We are kind to one another, we don’t judge, and most importantly, we do not give out the location.”

“As you can see, from the outside, no one would ever suspect what this place really is, and that’s intentional, because safety is the utmost priority here, and while we’ve had some situations in the past, the backing of the Bloodline ensures the safety of all who are here. No harm will come to any of you during your stay. You have my word.”

“We also have a policy where we turn no one away nor do we have a limit on how long you can stay. We do require that while you are here, however, you participate in weekly individual and group therapy. Same for any children you have that are 5 and older. This is mandatory.” 

That makes sense, Tama thinks to himself, as he also sits quietly, listening with an abundance of surprise about this whole world he had no idea existed. 

Had no idea his mom was so deeply involved in. 

Solana informs, looking around the room, “we’ll work with you to find housing, to go into witness protection if that’s what’s needed, get an education, a job. Whatever it is, we have the resources. So whenever you do decide to leave, you’ll be set up for success.”

Eyes closing for a second, she gestures around. “I chose to name this place in honor of my mother, Alma Escobar, who was a victim of domestic violence. And I have to say victim instead of survivor, because my mother did not survive. Because after years of me begging her for us to just leave, she finally made a plan. A good plan, but it didn’t matter, because he found out, and he had her killed because of it.” Solana points to the scar on her face and rolls up her sleeve to show one on her arm. “The only reason I survived that night was because my mother used her body to shield me, saving me, giving up her life in the process to keep me alive.” 

A pause. Budding emotions. From more than just the speaker.

“And for so many years, I blamed myself. Though it should have been me, or at least the both of us together, because with my mother no longer around, the man who I grew up believing was my father and now my older brother, who also blamed me for her death, turned their anger onto me.” Solana quickly wipes at her tears, powering through a difficult recounting of events. “And suddenly I was the one being beaten and starved and literally tortured, and I thought I deserved it. I thought it was….it was my punishment for getting my mother killed.”

To say that the older Reigns kids are floored at what they’re hearing would be an understatement. 

They’re stunned and devastated. 

“If you have a child, and you continue to stay, because you think it’s better for your baby to be raised by two parents, I promise you, it’s not.” Solana blows out a shaky breath, messing with the material of her pants. “Because even after all these years, I can still remember how terrified I would be when my mother would send me away and tell me to go hide. When she’d tell me to put on headphones, as if it would drown out the sounds of her screams as he beat her.” 

Another deep breath is taken as Solana moves into the ending portion of her introduction. 

“It’s no secret that my husband has a temper and is not always the nicest person,” she swallows, reiterating, “but, he’s also the first man in my life to never lay a finger on me. On our children. None of us.” Eyes surveying the room, she reminds in a firm voice, “it is a choice to be an abusive piece of shit.” A softer expression with a voice still filled with conviction. “But, now that you’re here and safe, it’s also a choice if you decide to go back.” 

“Whatever resources you need, the foundation can provide or help you find.” Lina and Leya are also having to wipe away tears as they struggle to take in every heartbreaking thing they’ve just learned about their mother. Same with Tama.  “I’m not here as much as I’d like to be, because I have seven children, including a newborn,” she says with a small laugh and smile. “But, if I’m here, and you need something or someone to talk to, you can always talk to me.”

By the time their mother is finished, Lina and Leya are both in a bit of an emotional haze. 

And both have tears in their eyes. 

Tama as well. 

They didn’t know what to expect of this mystery trip, but regardless, nothing could have prepared any of the Reigns kids’ for what they’ve experienced. 

—--------

Later that night, when the family returns home, the processing conversations are partitioned. Roman and Solana talking to Aroha, the least of the intense conversations, followed by Koa and Kai, slightly more intense, and finally, Tama, Lina, and Leya. Definitely the heaviest of the conversations. 

“Mom, we….” Tama, who usually is never at a shortage of words, is at a loss. “We had no idea….we didn’t—”

Over the years, the kids have heard bits and pieces of their parents' childhood, more from their dad than their mom. 

Some elements from their mom, but nothing could have prepared them for all they heard today.

“I didn’t want you to know,” is Solana’s simple but soft reply. “My childhood and the things that happened to me…..deep down, I never wanted you to know, because I didn’t want you to be weighed down with that.”

“Grandma went through so much.” Leya sniffles, wiping at her eyes. “You went through so much….”

Tama’s fist forms at his side. Similar to his dad, he tends to experience more anger at wrongs committed against loved ones. “I can’t believe they did that stuff to you.”

“Some people are just evil, kids. That’s a hard thing I had to realize, because you know I always encourage you guys to see the good in people, but….some people are just not good.” It’s been a hard pill for Solana to swallow over the years, but it’s the truth, and her accepting it made things a bit easier to digest. “I know what you heard was heavy and a lot, but—”

“We needed to hear it,” Lina speaks up, looking at her siblings. “We needed a reality check.” Both her twin and younger brother nod, as she continues, “we….we’ve been awful to you guys.”

Roman sighs, finally breaking his silence. He wanted to give Solana the space to speak freely, merely serving as a presence of support. “You guys haven’t been awful. Just….unappreciative.”

“And that’s why you took us there,” Leya murmurs. “To remind us of how blessed we are and to see just how bad some people have it.”

“A lot of people,” Tama corrects, looking down and shaking his head. “All those moms and kids….they have nothing.”

Solana’s expression is solemn, as she gently reminds, “the foundation makes sure they’re taken care of.”

“But….but that statistic?” Lina finds herself struggling to even cite it, cite what she learned from sitting in on another class. “They go back seven times before finally leaving for good?”

Solana takes a good minute before she answers. “When you’ve been conditioned to believe that you deserve to be hurt, that’s a hard thing to break, kids.” Solana recognizes that it’s much deeper and layered than she’s making it sound, but her kids are still kids. They’ll have time as they grow older to understand. 

To see that life is rarely ever just black or white. 

“It’s just really sad,” Lina whispers, a blanket of silence among them. 

It takes for Roman to break it, needing to issue an important reminder. “Your mom and I decided to let you hear her speak, because we thought you guys were old enough to handle the truth. But your brothers and sister didn’t.” Koa and Kai instead sat in one of Adam’s classes where he teaches young boys the importance of manners, consent, and boundaries. Aroha was simply left to play with the other kids, her parents knowing just her seeing other little kids who don’t live like her being a lesson enough. “So, it’s important you don’t tell them—”

“We won’t,” Lina vows, a shared agreement among the older siblings. “We won’t say anything, dad.”

“We promise,” Tama agrees. 

Solana is relieved. For a variety of reasons. 

“Thank you.” She takes another deep breath, “I’m sure you guys have things to do, but—”

“Mom? Dad?”

The group of them turn to see Koa, Kai, and Aroha standing with unsure expressions. 

Roman sits up on the sofa and straightens his back. “Everything alright?”

Kai nods as the three of them walk over, Aroha going straight to Roman, climbing in his lap, laying her head on his shoulder. 

“We were talking—” Kai starts, looking at his siblings. “And what if….what if you guys used the money you were gonna spend on our Christmas gifts and got the kids at the shelter gifts instead?”

Both husband and wife are clearly taken back by the suggestion, especially when their other kids express agreement. 

“Yeah, we don’t need anything,” Lina agrees, eyes on her twin and Tama. “Right?”

“Right,” Leya sounds. “We have everything. They left with nothing.”

“It’s not fair,” Tama mutters. 

Aroha looks between her parents. “Everyone deserves Christmas.” 

Solana is filled with so much emotion, her eyes glazing over as Lina and Leya come to sit on either side of her, hugging her. 

“Everyone does deserve Christmas, baby.”

—------

It’s a first. 

Never happening before. 

Both husband and wife somehow sleep through their alarms on Christmas morning. Except they don’t, because in checking their phones, it seems the alarms have been turned off.

And, it definitely wasn’t them. 

But, it’s when the parents see that none of their children are in their rooms, and Aubriela isn’t in her nursery, they're quick to hurry up in the bathroom and head down the steps. They expect to find the living room a mess and occupied, only to see it untouched. 

Thus, their second guess being the correct one. They’ve barely turned the corner when they’re met with a loud greeting. 

“Merry Christmas!”

Solana jumps and naturally turns into her husband’s broad chest, hand over her heart. 

“Sorry, ma. We ain’t mean to scare you.”

Tama’s apology pulls Solana from her shock as she turns back around only to be surprised again. The table is lined with plates and freshly prepared food. 

She gasps, hands over her mouth, gaze falling to her children who are still in the Christmas themed pajamas, even Aubriela, who Leya is holding, has on her “my first Christmas” jammies. 

Roman chuckles, his surprise audible and evident. “What is all this?” 

“Mama, you always make breakfast for us on Christmas,” Lina explains with a warm smile. She shrugs. “We figured we’d return the favor.”

Aroha runs over, hugging Solana’s legs while sharing with all the happiness, “Leya helped me make sparkle pancakes just like you make em,’ mommy!”

“And, I made the breakfast sausage!”

“Man, you ate more than you cooked.”

“Shut up, Tama! At least, I didn’t drop three eggs.”

“Aye! You wasn’t supposed to say that.” 

Roman is also taken back a bit by the unexpected thoughtful gesture, though there is a question he has that he thinks already knows the answer to. Knowing gaze on his twin boys, “I suppose that means you two had something to do with your mom and mine alarms being disabled.”

Koa’s smile is crafty as he explains, “we had to make sure you guys didn’t wake up, dad.”

Kai points to Leya who’s handing a babbling Aubriela over to Solana. “And Leya’s been taking care of Aubrey.”

Clearly. As Solana can just tell from her youngest happiest disposition that she’s been fed, changed, and entertained. 

It’s all so much. 

So sweet. 

“This was very nice of you all.” Roman comments, seeing the emotion building in his wife. 

“It really was,” she agrees, kissing her newborn’s temple. “Thank you so much.”

“We should be thanking you guys,” Lina gently counters, leaning up and the back of her heels. “You guys do so much for us. Christmas is about showing appreciation, and we just wanted to tell you guys how sorry we are for how we’ve been acting and that we do appreciate the life you’ve given us.”

“And all the kicks.” A round of groans as Lina punches her brother in the shoulder. “Ow! What? It’s true? Dad always gets us the latest releases before they drop.”

Roman rolls his eyes as Solana giggles, using one hand to wipe away her tears. It’s when Aroha tugs on his shirt the Roman looks down and sees her motioning for him to meet her at eye level.

He follows suit, immediately relaxing when she throws her arms around him for a hug. “Thank you for not being a mean daddy.”

Roman is instantly moved, recognizing the weight and power of her words. He recognizes it’s a realization she’s come to from her time at the shelter a few days prior, from interacting with other kids who’ve been subjected to abuse no child should experience. 

It means a lot to him. Truly.

“You’re welcome, baby.” He kisses her cheek and stands up, noticing how she holds onto his leg. “Ya’ll haven’t been in the living room yet, have you?”

Confused expressions around, Leya answering. “No, we got up and immediately started on breakfast and getting Aubriela taken care of.” Curious, head tilted, she asks, “why?”

Roman shares a look with his wife who only nods to give her approval. “Follow me.” 

The kids continue to not understand what their dad is referring to, but it doesn’t stop them from following him. 

And, it’s when they’re in the living room, they understand why.

“No way!”

“Oh my gosh!”

“Presents!”

“Santa came!” 

Appropriate reactions given the fact that the Reigns’ christmas tree is surrounded by gifts that take up almost the entire large living room. Gifts none of the kids were expecting, hence Kai asking, 

“But…..but, we thought…”

“You said Santa wasn’t coming this year,” Aroha finishes with all the confusion, looking between her mommy and daddy. 

Another shared look between husband and wife, Solana taking the reins, “your dad and I could see how moved you all were by what you saw and learned at the shelter. We really believe you’ve learned your lesson, so daddy let Santa know that it was okay to bring you guys gifts.” 

Koa and Kai still seem a bit unsure asking, “seriously? Even after….how we acted.”

Roman moves over to his sons, ruffling their hair. “Your mom is right. You’ve all learned your lessons.” He looks down at Aroha who’s still at his side. “And it’s like your sister said, everyone deserves Christmas.”

Leya asks the question that the rest of her siblings are thinking. “But, what about the kids at the shelter? We want—”

“Every year, we make sure the kids and the moms have a nice Christmas,” Solana informs. Any major holiday, really, but Christmas is the holiday where the most gifts are given. “Don’t worry.”

“So, Santa brought the kids gifts too?” Aroha asks, clearly needing reassurance. 

“They sure did, baby girl.” Solana answers, pleased and moved to see the relief amongst their kids' faces. It was a hard, heavy lesson they had to help the children learn, but clearly an effective one.  

One they won’t forget anytime soon. 

As the younger kids start digging into and opening their presents, Roman calls the attention of the teens, directing, “you three. Come with me.”

“What did we do?” Tama asks, eyes somewhat wide. “Is this about the scratch on the gray Range Rover? Cause, I can totally explain—”

At that, Roman’s eyes narrow. “You said you didn’t know—”

Solana cuts off her men, leading the charge, adjusting Aubriela over her shoulder. “Come on.”

Roman drops it, for now, instead letting his wife take the lead. He informs the littles that they’ll be back in a few minutes as the group head toward and out the front door. 

“NO WAY!”

“FINALLY!”

“DADDY!” 

Expected, astounded reactions at the three Aston Martins lined up in the circular section of their driveway. All with big red bows on top. 

Leya’s custom pink one. 

Lina’s custom yellow and white one. 

And Tama’s red one. 

“Daddy!” Leya runs up to him, hanging on him and kissing his cheek. “Thank you!”

Lina follows suit, holding onto his forearm, bouncing up and down. “Daddy, this is amazing, thank you!” She also kisses his cheek, the two of them rushing over to their respective cars. 

Tama is the last, sucking his teeth, hugging him. “I knew I’d eventually wear you down, old man.” 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He chuckles, already knowing Solana knows and can see good and well how much it means to him to make his kids happy. It doesn’t mean, however, he can’t set the ground rules. “Girls, ya’ll don’t have any restrictions with yours.” They’ve had their licenses for almost two years now, thus him not needing or seeing a reason to put any limitations on them. 

The same can’t be said for his oldest son. 

“Tama, you’re allowed to learn how to drive using it, but only if your mom and I are helping you. Not Jimmy.” That’d be like the blind leading the blind. “And, I swear to God, Tamasa, if you crash this car, this old man is going to whoop your ass.”

“And you all have to be safe,” Solana stresses, lightly patting Aubriela’s back. “No speeding or texting….” She switches to Spanish, clearly going over a list, the kids responding in the same language as they all steal side hugs and a kiss on her cheek as well before basking in the excitement of their new cars.

As they discuss potential names for them, Solana says to her husband who’s moved to stand beside her, “we made the right decision.”

He nods, hand on the small of her back. “We did.” Roman is at a place of peace regarding their decision to give the kids their Christmas gifts, a 180 from where he was not even a week prior. However, their immense appreciation, empathy, and kindness in wanting to give up their gifts for those in need was all the confirmation he needed to feel comfortable with reversing his initial position. 

“Is she sleep?” 

He steps back to see that their youngest is in fact asleep. Chuckling, he answers, “knocked out.” 

Solana makes a face and nods quietly. “You know they’re all gonna be busy with their gifts for the rest of the day, right?”

Roman most definitely know this. “Just like every other Christmas.” 

She bites on her bottom lip, eyes shifting to their baby. “And, I’m sure she’ll be down for at least an hour….”

It’s then he catches on to what she’s implying. Roman makes a sound and moves his hand to the back of her ass. “Only an hour?”

Solana smiles and readies to direct him into the house when their younger children come running to the front door. 

“Tama, you idiot, you forgot to turn the oven off!”

“Daddy, the house is gonna burn down!”

“Dad, where’s the fire extinguisher?"

Solana sighs as Roman rubs his temples.

“Ow!” Tama cries out as Lina punches him in his arm, scolding him in Spanish. 

“I swear, you have half a brain, dumbo!” 

“Aye, watch ya’ mouth!”

“Guys, the oven!” As the teens run inside to prevent the house from actually burning down, Roman turns to his wife, half joking, half serious. “I say we leave em’ here and just start over with Aubrey.” 

“Roman!”

[grinsgrimmy]

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TURNING THE MAD DOG INTO A GENTEEL LORD

๋࣭⭑ֶֶֶָָָ֢֢֢𖹭 oneshot ~ . (1267 words)

sum. ceres hates it when someone gets close to you, then sulk when you scolded him for it.

follow-up ceres drabble.

ㅤ⪩⪨ m.list

“that's enough, ceres!”

an exclamation out of sheer panic and worry left your mouth as you held back a behemoth-sized man from pouncing onto the artist.

to say that ceres was angry would be an understatement; he was furious. usually he would listen to you if you hugged him and told him to stop. however, at that moment, ceres intently wanted to murder that man on the spot.

for what?

well, because that particular artist, who was assigned to paint a portrait of ceres, had oh-so graciously complimented your beauty. while you found it flattering, ceres found it as a threat.

ceres being incredibly protective and possessive of you was definitely a fact that you were more than aware of.

hell, a part of you found it oddly cute. and that tiny, tiny part of you had pride in being the quell to a beast like ceres.

in other words, you were aware that the artist was making him jealous.

which was, of course, cute. on your end, though.

not so cute when ceres was about to (and really wanted to) trample and tear that man limb to limb. you could hear ceres breathing heavily from anger, his hands twitching and aching to crush that man's mouth.

however, he thankfully did not use one hundred percent of his strength since you were hugging him as tight as you could to prevent him from attacking the artist.

at least ceres was a little bit obedient by standing at his spot and did not pounce at the artist yet.

regardless, you tried your best to hold him back from going at the artist, who was utterly terrified.

the artist was backed to a corner, mouth agape, but no noise came out, but he definitely looked like he was begging for mercy.

“ceres!” you yelled out with exasperation as you used a different method— cupping his cheeks and bringing his furious gaze to yours.

you gave him a wobbly smile. “it's just a compliment, ceres. what he said is nice, okay? nice,” you stressed out to him.

ceres' shoulders slowly faltered, his furious expression melted. he let out a huff before his hands wrapped around you.

surprised by the sudden hug, you patted him in the back with confusion. “ceres?” he did not respond, but you could understand what he was feeling— he was sulking.

ceres deflated, just because you denied him from 'protecting you'.

ceres was now smuggling you into a hug. though the position was a little bit uncomfortable, you did not make any move to protest about it.

his head was dipped to your shoulder, and your cheek was squished against his chest (if you were honest, that was a pleasant feeling).

regardless, you let out a sigh of relief. you managed to stop him from a rampage again. your head turned, or tried to turn to since your head was pressed against ceres, the artist gave you an apologetic smile.

“we'll continue this tomorrow, yes?” with breathless laugh, you allowed the artist to leave for the day.

you continued to smile at the artist as the artist hurriedly left with his belongings, muttering a quick and fearful 'thank you' before leaving.

once the doors of the room closed, you let out another sigh, “it's okay, ceres,” you patted his cheeks with a huff, then moved your hand to pat his head, “seriously... you scared the daylights out of that man,”

meanwhile, ceres was not happy that a man had the gall to 'flirt' (that man wasn't, but ceres believed he was) with you.

ceres would never be delighted to see any male near you at all. he never liked it when your attention moved away from him.

you were meant to pay attention to him and him only, after all.

ceres pouted, then gave you those puppy eyes that oftentimes swayed you to give mercy to him. he reminded you of a dog the majority of the time due to this.

a very big one too.

one that seemed intimidating at first but was actually a fluffy and attention-seeking dog.

you staggered at the sight of his very convincing puppy eyes.

so much for scolding him. you relented, “just don't... do that again,” ceres only gave a slow huff. he continued to smuggled you into an engulfing hug, “don't like,” he gruffly mumbled. 

he would never like anyone near you, let alone compliment you. appreciating you was only for him, he believed.

“i know,” you stressed out, trying to figure out how to quell ceres's sulking attitude. without thinking twice, you placed a quick kiss on the tip of his nose.

ceres blinked out of confusion.

blink. blink.

ceres's eyes practically sparkled at the notion after processing what you did. his cheeks flushed red as he looked at you with admiration and awe. “again,” he asked— no, demanded. if he had a tail, it would be wagging.

you could not help but let out a laugh at his reaction.

how adorable.

entertaining his demands, you pressed another kiss to his nose— “again.” ceres demanded again. you kissed his nose, “again.”

it went on and on, but you did not have the heart to tell ceres it was enough since he was staring at you with adoration. like a puppy receiving treats for the first time.

thankfully, after a while, ceres had his fill with the kisses and buried his head onto your lap. he had his usual resting face, his arms wrapped around your legs, he was sitting on the floor.

you absentmindedly stroked his head. despite how difficult it was to control his emotions, it was just as difficult to disagree that he is a cute man.

ceres turned his head, to look up at you from your lap.

ceres wanted to thank you. you had always been there for him. at his worst and at his best. you were a part of his world, or, well—

his only world. his entire life revolved around you.

he never knew how to thank you; words were beyond him unlike you. he wished to love you just as much as you did for him.

after a lot of thinking, he had finally decided on how to thank you.

he wanted to give those kisses you did to him because if he loved it, you would too. 

ceres had been staring you for a strange amount of time in silence. so, you stared back at him with confusion, wondering if he wanted something. was he attempting to telepathically say it?

“what's wrong, ce—”

smooch!

huh?

ceres kissed you. on the lips.

flustered, you were frozen still. you processed what in the absolute aether realms he did. and once you did, you could not find any words to express yourself.

meanwhile, ceres looked at you expectantly with sparkling eyes, as if wanting praise.

you could only look at him with disbelief, too flustered to say anything.

after that, you had to figure out what the kiss meant through your flustered state. it took quite some time, but you managed to understood what the kiss meant after asking ceres.

you even had to explain what kisses on the lips were actually for. explaining it made ceres equally as flustered.

'those kisses are for those who you really love!' you lightly scold ceres about what he did. a little confused, he tilted his head as he thought about your words.

but...

he does love you.

so, he concluded that he can kiss you like that.

therefore, ceres ended up with the habit of thanking you with kisses after that day.

only for you because he loves you.

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[illubean]

Ok this is a bit hyper specific but I saw someone else request another writer to do this and I wanna see your take!

Do you this you could write a GN Reader who’s friends with one of the zoldyck kids (most likely Killua or Illumi) and while at the manner they pass by Silva/Zeno and Reader makes a remark like “damn… your dad/grandpa kinda fine…” and they hear?

Sorry if this is too specific….. ignore this if you don’t wanna write it!! <3

D.I.L.F.

Characters: Illumi Zoldyck, Silva Zoldyck Type: Crack, Short Oneshot, Gn!reader

Illumi is sick of your shit

Warnings: none

Being friends with Illumi was...interesting to say the least. No one actually understands how you guys came to be acquainted, aside from the fact you both work in the same business. But somehow, you had gained the cold assassin's trust enough to go on joint missions with him and be invited over to his home.

And boy, were you glad that was the case.

Currently, you were sitting at the Zoldycks' grand dining table, discussing a potential ally-ship. Well; more like listening to Illumi and his father discuss it.

To be honest, you could care less about the technical side of things. For now all you could pay attention to was Illumi's absolute beefcake of a dad.

You were leaning against your arm that was propped up on the table with a smitten look on your face. Oh the things you would do if he wasn't married.

Glancing over at you, Illumi noticed the spacey look on your face, your eyes glued to his dad who was seated across the table.

"So Y/n, what do you say?"

Your brain didn't really comprehend the words spoken to you by the albino man, but you just nodded.

"Huh, yeah, whatever, that sounds good."

All that mattered right now was that he was looking at you.

You were snapped out of your daze at the feeling of Illumi kicking you from under the table. You jumped out of your slouched position and snapped your head to look at your companion, who was giving you the most dubious side eye you have ever seen.

After dinner, you and Illumi made your way down the corridor, about to leave the estate.

"Damn Illumi...you never told me your dad was so fine," you sigh, thinking back to the man you had just met moments ago. Your friend narrowed his eyes at you as the pair of you kept walking.

"Don't say that."

"Aw, come on, he's a total DILF! Do you need another dog? I can bark. Seriously, if he's interested in another spouse tell him to call me."

Illumi stopped walking, one of his eyes twitching slightly in annoyance. You took a few more steps before noticing he had stopped. You turned around to look at him as a beat of silenced passed.

"...What?"

The black haired man swiftly and wordlessly turned you around by your shoulders and began to push you down the hall.

"Hey! Let go of me- I can walk on my own y'know!"

After a while of being shoved towards the front door of the main estate, Illumi swings it open and throws you out before you hear a loud 'SLAM' behind you. You land with a quiet 'oof!' before getting off and dusting your pants. You huff before turning around and raising your fist to the door.

"You're just mad you got your looks from your mom!"

[hughiecampbelle]

Malignant (Homelander Oneshot)

((TAKES PLACE IN S4E4))

Character/s: Homelander

Word Count: 1,468

Warning/s: gore, sort of all the basic warnings The Boys typically has

Requested: Hii! I’ve just found your blog, read some of your works and loveee them! Especially The Boys Preferences and imagines! May I request a platonic Homelander x reader with the prompts: Fury, Shooting Stars, “Get away from me” ? Thank youuu! - anon

A/N: Y'all when I tell you you're not ready!!! When I say I love this I mean I cannot stop smiling!!! I am Victor Frankenstein and this is my monster lol. Thank you for requesting my love! I hope you like it!!! Feedback is always appreciated!!! 💜💜💜

Requests are open! 🔮

Get away from me. The words come out as a whimper, barely above a whisper. His features contort: insecurity, rage, struck dumb by your reaction. Despite himself, he smiles, trying make sense of it all. This is what we’ve always wanted. They deserved it, all of them. Why can’t- why can’t you see that? He takes a step closer and you react by moving further back, through the doorway. Your shoe makes a squeaking sound. Beneath the sole something squelches, wet and gummy. You don’t have to look down to know what you’ve stepped in. It’s splattered across the walls and ceiling. The entire room painted red. Faceless, headless, limbless bodies dropped across the floor. You’ve stepped on someones intestines, their insides strewn across the floor like shooting stars. Here and there are articles of clothing, a shoe without their twin, a name tag or Vought issued ID. You don’t recognize them. Many of them new hires. They weren’t around all those years ago. They took no part in what happened to you, to either of you. Bile rises in your throat. It’s the smell that’s the worst. Metallic. You can taste the iron on your tongue. Not just that, though. The heater was still on. Though the body was ash, the stench of burned skin and hair lingers. It’s thick, and hot, and disgusting. The warmth radiates off it, seeping into the rest of the lab. It leaves you fighting your nausea, your hatred, the two churning in your stomach. Why, why are you mad at me? He’s drenched in their blood. It’s dried across his face, his suit and in his hair. How long has he been with the bodies? You killed them, John. You killed them all. 

Despite what the media portrayed, your childhood wasn’t baseball games and apple pies. There was no mother to rock you to sleep or father telling you you were a great kid. There were no little sisters to play with or teasing from big brothers. No white pickett fence or a sweet, yet obedient, dog running around. There was sterility. There were test tubes, and locked rooms, and tests. There were knives, and guns, and fire. You and him, you were invincible. They wanted to test that. They wanted to see just how far you could be pushed before you broke. Your skin was impenetrable, but that didn’t mean it didn’t burn every time they shoved you into that chamber. You’d pound your fists against the door, begging and screaming, every inch of you engulfed in flames. Sometimes it still felt like you were burning. In dreams, maybe when the weather was warm. You were just a little kid. You thought (feared) this time would be the last time. This is how you would die. Your tears evaporated before they could fall. You’d call out for them, for the pseudo father figures. When that wasn’t enough, when they refused to move from their charts and lazy game of paper ball, you’d cry for John. Your companion, your brother, your friend. He’d be enclosed in his own hell. Eventually you learned to be quiet. Eventually you learned you would survive. No one was coming to save you. No one was going to stop this. You’d watch, day in and day out, first your skin, your muscles, until the fire kissed your bones. You’d come to hours, days later, completely healed. Not a single scar carved into your flesh. No evidence except your memories. 

If you were good, if you were well behaved, you might be rewarded. Taught a new game or trick. Tic-tac-toe had been an exciting discovery at the time. You’d liked playing O’s. John liked X’s. Hangman was another. Always with a dull pencil, just in case. You’d be sniffling, hiccupping, leftover from the sobbing, when they’d sit you on the lab table and ask you to guess a letter. They weren’t the kinds of words children should have heard, but how could you have known? Psychopath. Indestructible. Malignant. You didn’t know the meanings or, for a long time, how to spell them, but you heard them a lot. They were household names. If they were feeling generous, kind, they might give you more chances: add a face, a hat, a bowtie. Through tears you’d laugh at the ridiculousness, pointing out that the hanged man could not possibly be as accessorized as they were making him to be. You never liked when the game was over. Win or lose, it always meant the same thing. One man, much older than everyone else, would lift you up and carry you back to your cell as if you were his own. You’d cling to him, his shirt, clutching tight with your chubby, dimpled hands, watching over his shoulder as someone else would discard the pieces of paper, throwing them away. You wanted to keep them, have them to laugh at the silly stick figure when it was dark and you were all alone, but you wouldn’t dare ask. If not the man, then a young woman who’d lead you back, hand in hand, full of promises you both knew she would not keep. Talk of real games, with boards and pieces and cards. But when the time came again, when you did as you were told, all you were allotted was a piece of paper and pencil. 

Her body was the first you recognized. Faceless yes, but you knew her as well as you knew yourself. Barbara. She was like a mother to you. Albeit, a terrible one. A cold, uncaring, aseptic woman who studied you, who created you, made you the person you are today. Wasn’t that all mothers? She’d hush your cries, ask why you were so upset. You didn’t have the words, the vocabulary, and so she’d grow tired. Bored. When you could articulate yourself better, then you would be worthy of her time. Truthfully, you weren’t all that sad she was dead. She must’ve known what was going on. She must’ve seen or heard something. At night, when they came into your room. When they made you promise to keep it secret. Couldn’t she tell? Couldn’t any of them? Armies of psychologists couldn’t get the truth out of you, not that they were trying to. Their alliances rest elsewhere. Fear of abandonment had been ingrained into you. You’d cry even harder, begging her not to leave, not to go. She’d pretend she had no other choice, that it was your fault. You were a crybaby. A sissy. An imbecile. If you could not pull yourself together and act like an adult, she would have no choice but to get up. Beneath the hurt was a fury, a burning, but they had you trained well. Instead you screamed, begged, throwing yourself to the floor, into walls, harming yourself for an ounce of her attention. Affection. Circles of red stained the walls where your head had been bashed. Your clothes ripped and torn. Your tantrums were spectacular. Fantastical. Eventually you’d grow tired, exhausted. Bloody, you’d sit very still and breathe and wait for her to come back. Then, and only then, would she grace you with her presence.

You hoped the bitch suffered. 

Marty rests limp, his face crushed in, a hole lasered through his groin. You knew the story, the nickname. He tried to get you to call John that peculiar name, too. Try to get you in on the joke. You never did. He had names for you, too. Just as vulgar and perverted. No one ever stopped him. No one ever said it was inappropriate. You guessed when you were being gutted, sliced from collarbones to pelvis, turned into a living autopsy, harassment wasn’t such a big deal. You stepped over his body without a second though. Footsteps to follow from his skull (what was left of it) to where John stood. This is very bad. You find your voice again, inspecting the lab around you. The cake sits melted in it’s pink box. The lights flicker. There is an unsettling silence. But I, I did it for you. His eyes are wide, his pupils dilated. His grin is hysterical. John, you start, but the rest of your sentence clatters to the floor. He watches you, desperate for your approval, your appreciation. They did terrible things to you. They let terrible things happen to you, unspeakable things. Why should you be upset? Why should you mourn them? Why should their gruesome deaths fill you with anything but satisfaction? They deserved it. They were asking for it. You slide away the mans large intestine, wiping the blood from your shoe.  Thank you, you say finally, placing your hands on his shoulders, squeezing them. He breathes out a sigh of relief. Thank you, it means a lot.

[guiltyasdave]

joel miller - oneshots - part 2

fic recs masterlist - please check the tags and warnings on each fic! if you enjoyed a fic, please show the writer some love <3

into the deep end by @magpiepills

you're poison but a good kind by @northernbluess

only need ten by @pascalpvnk

creep it real! by @swiftispunk

leopard print & stuffing by @toxicanonymity (featuring tommy miller)

devour by @jksprincess10

trick or treat by @tieronecrush

a quiet storm by @ozarkthedog

boo by @pascalsbby

i put a spell on you, and now you're mine! by @5oh5

i wanna show you off & best kept secret by @joelscurls

innocent trouble by @velvetmud

punishment & safe and sound by @joelsgreys

trick or treat? by @morallyinept (featuring dave york & frankie morales)

checkmate & nobody does it like you do by @honeyedmiller

#1 girl by @joelhoney

i found the door by @tinycozycomfort

animals, tell me more, forget, use me & thankful by @endlessthxxghts

good to be home by @hearteyesforjoel

i hope you're happy by @blissfulbarbie

obedience by @wintrwinchestr

home for christmas & bunny tails by @sweetercalypso

a promise softly sung by @agentmarcuspike

five of joel miller's birthdays by @bastardmandennis

lover's rock by @tinygarbage

lonesome and mad by @hyzer34

all three dogs, wish you were here & walking through fire by @macfrog

shopping by @notjustjavierpena

strawberries and cream & a villain's monologue by @aurorawritestoescape

birthday surprise & the burglary by @aurorawritestoescape (featuring tommy miller)

ivy by @dancingtotuyo

apocalypse by @tremendum

sticky by @ezrasbirdie

told you i'd be back by @palioom

leftovers & the kind of love we make by @katiexpunk

please, mr miller? by @auteurdelabre

silent night by @javiscigarette

the stranger by @nala2811

full by @morallyinept

no soul to sell & in the next room by @atticrissfinch

i'll fix it for you by @bi-writes

for a good time call... joel & wrong until you make it right by @missredherring

tangled triumphs & our little sheep by @planet-marz1

fire walk by @motherofagony

stress by @joelsflannel

still sleepless, christmas after all & good with my hands by @mrsmando

distracted by @psychedelic-ink

rough day by @pedge-page

the art of breaking by @corazondebeskar-reads

the most wonderful time by @always-andromeda

[buckrecs]

Hi I was wondering if you had any recommendations for lumberjack!bucky

Lumberjack!Bucky

masterlist | req masterlist

ONESHOT

Hero Next Door by @jobean12-blog

You and your dog Winter have recently moved to the quiet of the country and you love it then you meet your new neighbor...

I’m yours by @peteyprecious616

soft lumberjack Bucky drabble

Safe Heaven by @world-of-aus

I’m Sorry by @wh0reforoldmen

Dark!Bucky You made Bucky mad, and he makes you apologize for your "wrong doing"

ooey gooey by @thornsnvultures

Every morning, Bucky comes to your store for terrible coffee and maybe something a little sweet on the side.

SERIES

Undisclosed by @pellucid-constellations

Desperate to outrun a secret that could cost you your life, you seek refuge in a small mountain town. Its deep forests and small cabins make it the perfect place to hide, but the travel website hadn’t mentioned anything about the quiet, burly lumberjack that wouldn’t leave your thoughts. No one had warned Bucky about you either.

Sturdy Roots, Strong Hearts by @rookthorne

Life in your small town could not have gotten any better, you had sworn. That was until you started to call a handsome, brooding lumberjack your best friend, and you developed butterflies at any mention of his name, or thought of him. Sure, it was going to be fine, you could do this. What could go wrong?

Through Sea Mist and Shadows by @archive-obsess

after years away, (Y/n) returns to the small family farm on a remote Maine island that was once considered her home. things are different now, her family bears her sad smiles, the fisherman's boy is quiet and reserved, and she herself has changed beyond her own recognition.

Lumberjack AUs by @angrythingstarlight

Lumberjack!Bucky Masterlist

Lumby and Bunny by @sweetdreamsbuck

Bucky's never been so scared of a feeling in his life. there are too many what if's– too many fears bubbling deep within the parts of him left broken and hollow, untouched for far too long. but he never envisioned finding you– and he's entirely too impatient; entirely too certain no one's ever been more infatuated with something than how he feels for you.

[lizzy06]

Kyoutani Kentarou x Reader Fic Recs!!(Tumblr/AO3/Wattpad)

Haikyuu! Fic Rec Masterlist

Aoba Johsai Fic Rec Masterlist

Collaring the Mad Dog✨✨ by Amoralyn (fluff). One day, staying late to clean up the classroom for a classmate who didn’t want to, you pass by the gym and happen to look in as the volleyball team is practicing…and you see a boy who changes everything. [COMPLETED]

Happy Birthday, Kyoutani~✨ by Amoralyn (oneshot, fluff) Kyoutani's first birthday with a girlfriend, who's determined to make it special for him. With a little help from a very special person, she just might succeed in a way she hadn't imagined… [COMPLETED]

tell me again✨ by laurus_nobillis (oneshot, fluff, smut at end(skippable for sfw reader!)) You accidentally admit to your best friend that you love him - and he wants to hear it again. [COMPLETED]

Growl |Kyotani Kentaro/Reader|✨ by Jayce_Writes(fluff) It all started with a growl……Which was odd considering it came from a human. [COMPLETED]

All Bark No Bite by @jesswritesthat (oneshot, fluff) Mad Dog is known for being scary, but the tables turn when a date gets turned into babysitting. [COMPLETED]

Tame by @jesswritesthat (oneshot, fluff) Playing Volleyball with Mad Dog outside of school forms a friendship of sorts, not that he’ll ever admit to that. [COMPLETED]

Exchanges✨ by @jesswritesthat (oneshot, fluff) Seijoh know there’s something between Mad Dog and yourself, but that doesn’t make his unique behaviour toward you any less shocking. [COMPLETED]

Angry confessions by @d0llpie (oneshot, fluff) You’ve tried everything to make Kyotani realise you like him but he thinks you’re joking. [COMPLETED]

Kyoutani Kentarou (Maddog)x fem! Reader by @cutietobio (oneshot, fluff) kyoutani and reader on a date and the rest of aoba johsai end up seeing them. [COMPLETED]

Snow by @jesswritesthat (oneshot, fluff) Being at war against Seijoh is bound to be tough, but fortunately you’re not alone in this battle. [COMPLETED]

Mad Dog has a Girlfriend by @pan-fangirl-345 (oneshot, fluff) No one expected Kyoutani to have a girlfriend, much less one that loves physical affection as much as you do. They also didn't expect you to be from Tokyo or that you would stop by to see your boyfriend while you're home from the US. Surprise! [COMPLETED]

Kyoutani Kentarou x Reader by @chimielie (oneshot, fluff) Just you and your friend at the grocery store. [COMPLETED]

Volleyboy Blondie✨ by @pan-fangirl-345 (oneshot, fluff)There’s a boy that you set to at the community center. Your brother and his best friend are overprotective. You don’t have many friends. You’re about to find out how these three things correlate.

Every Season - Kyoutani x Reader / tumblr by @mimi-cee-hq/mimi_cee(oneshot, fluff) Kyoutani finally introduces Y/n to the team. When they all comment on how he got such a sweet and innocent girlfriend, Kyoutani lets out a snort. A cute and funny getting together story of different kisses throughout the years and seasons. [COMPLETED]

we look good together by @howisavedtheworld (oneshot, fluff) kyoutani ruins your pictures. [COMPLETED]

CUTE CAT AND MAD DOG by @iwaizumisbabe (oneshot, fluff) in which you are Ken's girlfriend and nobody on the volleyball team knows. [COMPLETED]

Once Upon A Dream✨✨ by ThisNoodleWrites(oneshot, soulmate au, fluff) For almost 3 years, Kyoutani had seen glimpses of your life in his dreams. It was his favourite part of the day. So, when you move to Miyagi, he's far too excited to meet you. Only, he doesn't know your name or your what you look like. And what's a soulmate supposed to do when you go silent at school? [COMPLETED]

the art of (not) screwing a routine by orphan_account (oneshot, fluff) kyotani wakes up and decides he wants to screw the routine by confessing to you. it’s not as easy as it sounds. [COMPLETED]

Of Enemies And Lovers by ThisNoodleWrites (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff) In a world where soulmates exist, but people have different soulmates identifying things, you are stuck with arguably the worst: on one wrist is your enemies name, on the other is your soulmates name. The catch: you don't know which is which. So when you happen to meet the owner of one of these names, how're you meant to react? [COMPLETED]

Call him by his name by HowlingKnight (oneshot, fluff, iwa's sis! reader) You meet Kyoutani Kentarou, the broody boy Oikawa dubbed as "Mad dog". You realize that Kyoutani might not really be fine with this nickname, and it slowly and unexpectedly brings you closer. [COMPLETED]

Little Fighter by Sk3tchkidd (oneshot, fluff) Being the wife of Kentaro Kyotani the former 'Mad Dog' is now a father with another baby on the way. [COMPLETED]

Jerk by QuitaQuita5 (oneshot, fluff) He irritates you for so many reasons, mainly because he is always being a jerk to you, but also because you really like him. [COMPLETED]

If you can't believe in others, atleast believe in us by @koushisatori (oneshot, hurt/comfort)In the beginning, you weren’t sure why your boyfriend is ignoring you. [COMPLETED]

Insecurities by @polarbearaone (oneshot, fluff with pinch of angst) Kyōtani insecurities fuel his jealousy. What happens when he finds out you’re the new baseball team manager.... [COMPLETED]

[dogbites-puppylove]

Hello! I hope you're well.

Can you do a Damian Wayne x Male reader oneshot? Based on the song "Stacy's Brother" by Mad Tsai.

Damian finds out that Male reader is the little brother of [Big! Sister].

Then Damian decides to approach [Big! Sister], in jobs, projects, etc. All this to get closer to Male reader.

Maybe a sporty, extroverted and clumsy Male reader?

I can't get it out of my head that Male reader is somewhat nervous about being around Damian due to Damian's personality and the fact that he is taller than M!r doesn't help.

Also, Can I be anon 🛸?

Male! Reader x Damian

TW: description of yandere mentalities and actions (obsession, possessive tendencies, stalking, etc)

Tags: Yandere! Damian Wayne x Reader

Solitude is preferable to irritants for Damian, so to prove useful enough to be a contact of his is difficult. He’s an heir first and a human second,this is fact, every thought he has is spent towards a goal, and every goal to another's gain - this is the natural state of his operations. Much like a king's pristine puppet he is a glorified prize that must maintain itself. If he meets his darling through a sister or really any family member not of his own, the darling has no backing to stand. Simply and utterly he is beneath nothing to Damian - and maybe that's how he got trapped. 

Contacts from his mother provide lethal abilities, contacts from his father are useful and cut throat -expectation and criteria create his world brick by brick - everything has its place of necessity. A contact form outside this world is easy to push off - it's useless and creates nothing but problems for him - but his Darlings sister is needed and to maintain relations he must come to know Darling - so he takes to this as a bat. The Darling is a lesion, a bleeding pus addled wound in his world of rules and he must get you to heal - it's a clinical and medical perspective. He is his own greatest triumph and Darling are the termites that are picking at his puppet strings. 

Diagnosis comes from close observation- and he needs to be perfect to complete his tasks. You are stalked and detailed without mercy - without decorum, for the first few months you aren't even human. Damian takes a while stalking him, perching on the ceiling and staring through windows - devouring every image with curiosity. Like a dog lapping at its bleeding wounds - Damian tends to him with hypothesis and obsessiveness  - laving over him with his tongue until he’s all that he can taste. Every detail is crucial - every twitch of his muscle under his skin and every time his drops of drool on his pillow in the throes of the Darlings sleep. 

It begins with details and ends with praises and reverent prayers - what used to be details of something he needed to heal became the height of his worship. Damian slips from the king's grasp and becomes a tumbling mess of flash and singing blood  - the para social relationship nurses itself into an infection. 

Sporty? Good, keeping himself in shape is the least of the training that his Darling needs to do in order to stay safe in Damian’s own shadows. Not to say he’d ever let anything touch his darling but it's crucial to keep him in good shape. Paranoia runs in his blood - it's how survival is formed, it's passed on heirloom. 

Extroversion is hardly a trait he is foreign to - in fact it's perfect that his Darling seems to seek out others in social situations. As his other half, his humanity given flesh - it's obvious he would have the skills to express it. 

So what if he’s clumsy? It's simply the innocence of untarnished life showing through - Damian has none left - not even in the hollows of his bones - but his darling can make up for it. To him it's an even trade - like heaven and hell to the spirits that pass. 

After sufficiently gathering all he can from the window - it's only so long before he reaches in. He needs you - from the wound is born an infestation and Damian is sick with it - it fills his orifices and body and mind until Darling infect his brain. He won’t blame you for it - how could he - but you’ll have to take responsibility. 

Your sister is a means to an end - from the beginning of her contact to the time he uses her as a ticket into your life. He blows up her phone, her email, her everything - it's intensive and consuming and he won’t stop even if she answers. He needs you awfully, horribly to the point he might bleed out if he doesn't have his hand on your skin. She tries once to pull away - for her youngest brother's sake - she wakes up with a katana and a whispered warning to her ear. She does not try again. Sometimes you can see her eyeing you from the other side of the room with something like an apology on her face. 

Sharing a gender orientation gives him easier access to you - into bathrooms, locker rooms, and a sort of social intimacy that society gives leeway. It's not overly suspicious as he leaves an arm on you - seeks you out - it's what friends do. You're both boys so there's nothing to be shy about Darling. 

Of course he makes you nervous - ha can’t blame you - he's a trained assassin and you're all but a civilian but he’d never harm you. Never dream of it, even, to harm you would be his death. But it doesn't stop his eyes that are far too familiar for a stranger, nor the offsetting way he accommodates you so easily - as if he knows you better than yourself. As if he’s a worm in your brain and was wriggled so far it's made its home - a parasite. It sets you on edge - pulls at your skin until your organs and bones and he still needs to go deeper. 

Author's Note: Hi anon! I don’t actually have a cohesive list of anons but if you want to identify yourself with emojis i'm all for it :)). Also - my writing in general doesn’t incorporate gender a lot but I hope this is ok. 

[nakimov]

Insecurities

Anubis x Mesopotamian Goddess

Since a lot of you like Anubis HCs/oneshots so imma be continuing my Anubis fics. We lack information on him in RoR, so I’m adding some of his mythology in this one shot as a heads up. Set and Osiris will be presented. As many of you may know, Egyptian mythology has too many variations. So I’m doing the most known mythology on him, and probably will edit it later during Anubis’s round.

Synopsis: Set never liked you, not even for a moment. He hated how his nephew/son, was all over you like a dog, while Isis and Osiris were completely fine with you courting Anubis. Things could get heated between Anubis and Set.

TW: some violence.

WC: 866

Egypt was normally hot and humid during the day. You were visiting King Osiris with your father Marduk to discuss important diplomatic exchanges with Egypt since your country was neighbours to them.

You had grown rather accustomed to Egypt traditions and admired the wall decorations and architecture in the palace. As you found your way to a room with a fountain in the middle of it while your father and Osiris were discussing trade relations, you took notice of how quiet the area was. As you sat down near the fountain and was about to touch the water, you felt someone’s presence behind you and quickly turned your head nearly panicking. “Ah—! Sorry if this area is restricted!” You weren’t very good at socializing, in fact, your head apologizing silently.

“Huh? It’s not a problem! Besides who are you? Wait, wait you’re not from here actually… hmm,” he was getting really close to you making you nearly step back and trip over your own feet. As you finally glanced up at him, he looked joyful and not mad at all. His long hair was tied behind him in ball sections, and he wore a hat with the face of a jackal. He couldn’t be… no way. Anubis?! You were screaming inside your mind. You met him when you were kids and he has forgotten you. It stung a bit that he couldn’t even remember you.

“No one… it’s fine, I’ll find my way back to my father.” After you tried to dismiss yourself, he called your name making you halt. You basically confirmed his suspicions.

“No way! It’s you! It’s you!” He ran over to you giving you a bear hug of your life squeezing every ounce of air out of your lungs. You were confused by his actions. “I almost couldn’t recognize you, you look prettier and cuter now!” He still hadn’t let you go even when you tried to free yourself. His strong hold on you meant that he definitely missed you all these years.

“My boy! What the hell are you doing?! The king is calling for you.” Another man approached the two of you. Set… he was cold and stoic. Anubis lowered his head as if he was depressed.

Anubis turned to you and gave a cheeky grin. “I’ll see you later—"

“Absolutely not,” Set interjected Anubis who was growing irritated and was ready to defy his uncle. Set mostly hated Sumerians and looped you into his hatred. You were worried about being left alone with Set and silently hoped Anubis wouldn’t leave.

He didn’t, thank god. “And why not?!” Anubis shouted, he was angry. You had never witnessed him like this before. He was seething, Anubis wanted to fight Set.

“No Egyptian god should meddle with the likes of her kind.” Ouch. Set clearly hated Sumerians and you couldn’t help but wonder why. His brother was king, and his adoptive son, Anubis was defying him. Anubis saw your expression change as he was in pure shock at his uncle’s words. He didn’t like seeing you sad after Set put you down along with your people.

“Set, I think that is too harsh.” Isis approached the three of you to stop a potential fight. “This is no matter for you, Isis.” Set was about to raise his hand to Isis but Anubis jumped at him throwing Set against the wall.

“Don’t speak to her like that!” Anubis was pulled back from Isis. He wanted to kill him, the room tension was high. Isis was trying to hold him back and was angry at how her brother was acting this way. Set was cruel and always loathed Osiris and others' happiness.

“You inconsiderate piece of—" Set was caught back by Osiris entering the room with your father next to him. You were thankful that the conflict was stopped. You were saddened by how things turned out. You wanted to catch up with Anubis over the missing years but it seemed like things were impossible for such.

“It seems that I interrupted your squabble,” Osiris turned his head to Set. He was at a loss for words before Osiris told him to leave. He was fuming on the inside and you could tell.

“Are we leaving?” You turned to your father. You had regretted being in the middle of their family conundrums. It seems like your people will never be accepted here.

“What? Now?! Can’t you stay just a little bit longer?” Anubis was practically pouring and it hurt leaving again without any closure like last time.

“Sorry—" you were interrupted by Isis cutting in.

“How about you stay for a bit? I think you can do that, yeah?” She came up behind you and placed a hand on your shoulder. You were blushing a bit since Anubis was excited. Isis knew how depressed he was when the last time you left and it broke her heart seeing him sad for days, if not months.

Marduk and Osiris weren’t opposed to it at all, since they had other discussions regarding you as part of their alliance. It would be for another time to tell you.

You were already set to be wedded to Anubis.

[cloudyyoimiya]

Forced Photography; Nikolai Gogol

Format: Oneshot

Possible warnings: Yandere content, dark themes, unhealthy relationships, violence, manipulation

Click!

The sound of a professional camera pierced through the normally quiet atmosphere. For some reason unknown to you, today was special to Nikolai. The clown never voiced why it was special to him, but he seemed adamant on staying with you the entire day.

Click!

The camera shuttered once more, leaving a slightly bitter taste in your mouth. You always hated it when Nikolai took pictures of you. It made you feel antsy, twitchy, discombobulated… many negative emotions.

Click!

You were currently dressed up in a rather fancy outfit. You would have never worn something so… expensive in your old life, but because of your captor constantly stealing from high class stores, your wardrobe only consisted of classy clothing.

Part of you thought it was a nice gesture, but the other part of you argued that it was disgusting that he’d just so casually commit a crime for your sake. Your internal debate was surly going to drive you mad sooner or later.

Click!

You forced yet another smile as you sat still on the bed you were situated on. You didn’t dare more in fear of angering your captor.

Click!

“Oh! This one has to be my new favorite!” Your captor exclaimed to you as he looked at the camera screen. “You look stunning, dove!”

You remained silent as Nikolai fawned over your appearance in the photograph. One of the many lessons you learned while staying with Nikolai was to remain quiet when he was gushing about how much he loved you.

If you ever told him to stop or told him that you found it weird, then you would be punished. You unfortunately found this out the hard way.

“Ah, can’t I just take one more? Please? Pretty please with sprinkles on top?” Nikolai asked, giving you puppy dog eyes.

You looked at him and gave him a fake smile. “Yes, of course. Take as many as you want!”

Your words made your captor smile rather largely. You could see majority of his teeth, his canines sticking out to you the most. They were sharp and on the bigger side, but they were nowhere near the size of a certain vampire’s you know.

…Click!

The shudder of the camera sounded once more. Nikolai looked at the picture of you on the screen with the same sickening smile on his face.

“Ah, you look so lovely, my little birdie! I wish you could look like this forever and ever!” Your captor exclaimed in a slightly chilling tone, insinuating something sinister.

Was he going to kill you?

No, no. Nikolai has stated that he could never bring himself to kill you.

He said that the feeling of guilt would be far worse than the feeling of love.

…But could he have lied to you?

You weren’t sure.

You doubted that you would ever be sure.

“You already have me, so you might as well doll me up as much as you want. I’ll stay lovely, just for you, Kolya,” you spoke with a sickeningly sweet tone of voice.

Nikolai suddenly wrapped both of his arms around you and nuzzled his face into your neck. He then started to giggle like a schoolgirl. It honestly disturbed you to think that despite everything he has done to you, he can still laugh. Maybe he’s not as sane as he says he is.

“Ah, thank you, thank you! You’re so sweet, my little birdie! I love you so much!” He said, continuing to giggle into your neck.

“I love you too,” you murmured.

Nikolai practically squealed at your response. “Really?! You love me back?!”

You nodded, forcing a fake smile onto your face. “Of course I do. You’ve done so much for me.”

“Ah, that makes me so happy!” He exclaimed. He then started to pepper your face in soft butterfly kisses. “I love you, I love you, I love you! Oh, please never leave me! I would never forgive myself if I ever let you escape my grasp! My wonderful little birdie, never leave my side!”

“I would never leave you,” you spoke in an almost robotic tone.

Nikolai never did like it when you lied, but he did like it when you lied about your love for him. Maybe it was some sick way of him feeding into his delusions of you loving him back, or maybe it was because he thought he could condition you into loving him. Either way, it was still off putting.

Nikolai continued to giggle and press small kisses all over your face. “You’re so sweet! My sweet little dove, I cannot wait for the day the both of us become free! Nothing will stop our love from blossoming even further! Oh, I’m so excited!”

You stayed silent. It was best to let him bask in his own delusions.

Your captor kissed your cheek one last time, then pulled away. He looked at you with his same old large smile, and let out a small giggle.

And then he stopped.

He put a stern expression on his face.

It was chilling.

“Hmm… I think my birdie lied to me!”

You tensed up. “What? No, I would never lie to you…!”

“You lied again!” He sighed. “Haven’t I told you about how I absolutely loath lying? I can’t stand it!”

“I know you hate it. That’s why I don’t lie to you,” you spoke, trying to keep a level head.

“You’re lying yet again! I thought I taught you better than that, my beloved!”

You gulped. You knew what was coming now.

“I’m sorry! Please don’t hurt me!” You started to plead. “Please forgive me!”

Nikolai sighed and put his hand into his overcoat. He then drew out a knife that he had placed across the room earlier.

“Hm… Do you deserve it?” He said as he pointed the knife to your face. “I don’t think you do. My little birdie has been trying to butter me up so I can lower my guard. Then you’d escape from me! We can’t have that, now can we?”

“That wasn’t my—“ you stopped yourself for a moment. If you lied again, it most likely wouldn’t have ended up pretty. “Yes. That was my intention. I’m sorry!”

Nikolai gave you a suspicious look. He then lowered the knife, putting it adjacent to his right thigh.

He suddenly smiled once more.

“You’re learning! Good!” He spoke as he threw the knife away to the other side of the room. It now rested by a nearby boarded up window. “I’m so proud of you!”

You stayed silent as your body shivered. You could feel your breath getting shallower and shallower, most likely from you starting to panic from his sudden mood swing.

Nikolai took note of this and continued to smile at you. You knew he was a clown and a terrorist, but you were starting to think he was bipolar as well. No normal person could suddenly change their mood so quickly.

“Oh, is my dove scared?” He asked you as he hugged you. You could feel his muscular arms squeezing your body. It made you feel sick. “Im so sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you! Or maybe I did! Who knows…”

You stayed silent. Nikolai sighed as a result of that.

“No more lies, okay? I don’t like it when my dove lies to me. It makes me really sad!” He said, his voice lowering to a whisper. “Understand?”

“…I understand.”

“Good! Now, can I get back to taking your pictures?! They make me so happy!”

“Fine. Go ahead…”

Nikolai giggled yet again and grabbed his camera once more. He then put it into his overcoat and had it appear above of you.

Gold swirled around his wrists as he used his ability. It was very pretty, but you wouldn’t allow yourself to willingly compliment your captor. If he forced you to compliment him though, that would be a different story.

“Look up and smile!” He laughed.

You did just as you were told. You looked up into the camera’s lens and forced a weak smile onto your face. You current expression seemed to please Nikolai to some extent since he didn’t tell you to smile… “better.”

Click!

Nikolai brought the camera back out of his overcoat and looked into the screen of the camera. He made somewhat of a happy sound then looked back at you.

“This one has to be my new favorite! You’re so cute, my dear!”

this is unedited. apologies for any errors

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

I loved the child! Reader, you did and wondered what the characters' first response or reaction was to the fact that their guiding light was actually a kid, still under the age of 10, and still too young to be reading or watching something like Bungou Stray Dogs.

There, enjoy.

Finding out, that you are a child

Self-Aware! Platonic! BSD Characters x GN! Child! Reader

Bonus: Self-Aware! Platonic! Dazai Osamu x GN! Child! Reader x Self-Aware! Platonic! Chuuya Nakahara

Connected to this oneshot.

Warning: Soft Platonic Yandere. OOC. Mention of stalking. Two swear words. English is my second language.

Recently, you got a habit to talk with BSD Characters every time you open the app. It makes you feel, like you have friends.

Today was your birthday, so you decide to tell BSD cast about the presents, you got.

__________

In the app.

__________

Katai, Ango and Fyodor finally managed to hack the camera on your phone. Today, all of them will finally see Their Guiding Light.

All of them gather in a meeting room. The Special Screen, that they use to browse the Internet with you, was put on the wall. On this screen, they will see your face today. They were waiting for you to open the app.

The moment has come.

Their Guiding Light open the app. During the loading screen, they start talking. They sounded happy.

"Guys, it's my Birthday! I wish, you can see, what I get today!"

The Screen shines. And then they saw you.

A kid. You were a kid. No older, then ten-year-old.

With bruises on their wrists.

BSD cast were silent.

Their Guiding Light were still talking.

"Guys, look, I got a sketchbook on my birthday!"

You "show" them a cheap sketchbook.

"I already draw something there"

You open the first page.

A group portrait. A childish drawing. All of them. With you, standing in the middle. All people on the drawing were smiling.

"This is us. All of us are friends."

The Gang was silent. Meanwhile, you open the next page.

Another drawing. Dazai and You. Dazai was protecting you from three monsters. Two monsters were big. Third monster were smaller, but still bigger than you.

The monsters were named.

Dad

Mom

Derek

"This is Dazai. He is protecting me. He is my guardian even now."

You take something from your pocket and show to them.

The keychain. Dazai's figure.

Dazai himself were looking at you with soft eyes.

Then, they heard the noise. Someone was knocking on your door.

"Hey, unwanted sibling! Are you finally have gone mad? Who are you talking to? To imaginary friend, like a baby?"

That someone laughed and left.

Then BSD gang heard you mumbling.

"I am not a baby. I am nine."

_____

You spend sometime talking about your day. When you closed the app, the first few moments in the app were silent.

And then the wall was broken.

______

🐾 They were concerned, that you are too young to learn about their lives. You are too young to learn about Mafia, killers, black market, terrorists and so much more.

🐾 But, they were more concerned about your life situation.

🐾 You saw your parents and older brother as monsters. Your brother calls you an unwanted sibling. You had bruises on your wrists.

🐾 Characters, that wanted to hurt you, before hearing your voice, already feel awful. Now, after they learned that you are a kid, they were feeling absolutely terrible.

🐾 All of them enraged. Especially Dazai.

🐾 After seeing his keychain with you, he proclaimed you his child.

🐾 They need to hurry. They need to save you.

🐾 They will be your new family. Family, that loves you.

____________

Bonus.

Self-Aware! Platonic! Dazai Osamu x GN! Child! Reader x Self-Aware! Platonic! Chuuya Nakahara

__________

Before you got into their world

__________

You were watching Season 4 of BSD. Characters were sitting in the meeting room, watching it with you. They enjoyed your comments, even though, you have already read the manga, and they hear them.

You were watching the episode about ADA been chased by Hunting Dogs.

And then Chuuya Nakahara on the helicopter appeared.

"You have fucked up, Detective Agency!" said Chuuya on the screen.

The Cast heard a loud gasp. Dazai clenched his fists, he glared at Chuuya, that was sitting on one of the chairs.

"Mind your language, hat rack! There is a kid watching you!"

Chuuya snaps in return.

"Back off, Vagabond! Little Guiding Light are smart kid, they won't repeat bad words after us."

___________

Later. When you get into the BSD world

___________

You were sitting on the chair, between Dazai and Yosano. You were eating pancakes.

Meanwhile, Fitzgerald was using The Internet. He was doing something about transferring his money to the real world.

Fitzgerald growl.

"This Bank is awful. They lost the documents. Now, we have to wait another three days to try again."

You chew the pancake and asked.

"It means that They have fucked up?"

Everyone became silent. Dazai stand up with a loud gasp. He was looking at you, clutching his fists.

Oda tried to calm Dazai down.

In the next moment, Dazai was holding Chuuya down, his wrist was raised right above Chuuya's face. Dazai was still looking at you.

At the end, Oda managed to pry Dazai from Chuuya and you promised never say this word again.