#malachi next

[beea-idiot56]

An Aphmau and Levin Onshot

I constantly think of levin and Aphmau being each other's safe haven and I constantly think about the fact that Levin was one of the only things that kept her going(for season 1 at least, I'm in the process of season 2 so I'm less sure about that during that time period)

so i decided to write a little one-shot of the two of them :) feel free to read and honestly if anyone wanted to let me know if they enjoyed it and would be interested in me writing a garroth x reader (based on if you like how I write) that would be great!

the one shot is below the cut teehee

The nights and days had always blended together, as the sun rised so would the ever-growing checklist of people to see, problems to solve, and places to go. Sometimes it was exhausting, sometimes it was exciting. However, as of late, it became unbearable. With Zane and the threat of O’khasis around the corner, the fear of not knowing when or if Garroth would be taken from her, and the pain of simply losing sleep every night Aphmau had found herself becoming weaker and more frail. Her body was screaming at her. Her limbs ached, her neck had a nick, she had enormous eye bags under her eyes, and she found it hard to smile most times. Dealing with the villagers had become nothing more than a chore. The old greetings that had put her in high spirits had now made her exhausted. Coming home, even going up the stairs had become a task. Most days she found herself walking alongside Garroth who had refused to leave her side when he saw the disheveled look of his lord. With insistent pleads he would walk her up the stairs, saying he was worried she might pass out on the way and get hurt. Then, as they would reach the top, he would pat her shoulder and wish her a good night.

“Sleep well, m’lady” he spoke, his voice gruff and muffled from behind his helm.  “You as well, Garroth” Aphmau mumbled, entering the house as she did so, a smile planted on her face but immediately dropping as she entered. Leaning back on the door she let a thick sigh come from her throat, her feet aching as she lowered herself to the floor. There was no sound coming from the home, only the cackling fire of the torches placed throughout. 

“Mommy?” a small voice rang out and Aphmau opened her eyes to see Levin standing across the way from her. He had been peering down from the corner where his door led from, holding the stuffed bunny that was gifted to him so long ago. 

“Oh! Levin, what are you doing awake? Zoey should've put you to sleep by now.” Aphmau spoke, standing quickly and heading up the stairs to go help her son with whatever had kept him up for so long.  “Oh! Zoey did! But, Levin want see Mommy! Before sleep!” he spoke, his sentences still broken with young age. Aphmau let out a little chuckle, feeling her shoulders drop a little, 

“Oh Levin, Mommy stays out too late for you to do that. You should be getting your sleep!” she spoke, her voice shaking a little. Such a small gesture, one that to most kids would be as simple as an act of rebellion and giddy mischief rather than the heart-touching feelings that Aphmau felt at this moment.  “Yes! But! Levin miss mommy. Levin see mommy sad. Smile!” his voice was loud with a child-like innocence that if bottled up it could be sold for millions of dollars to those who only knew the world's struggles. Aphmau smiled, small tears running down her cheeks as she let out a little laugh, “I miss you too Levin. Come on, do you want to sleep in mommy's bed tonight?” she spoke softly before Levin jumped about yelling ‘yay! Mommy bed!’ over and over, she only laughed and picked up the small boy and set him on her hip before unlocking the door to her room and entering. 

Aphmau lit a candle, setting Levin down on the bed before going behind the blinds to take off her heavy armor and switch into something that was slightly more comfortable. Aphamau sighed before walking over to the bed and sitting down on it, Levin looked up at her with tired eyes

“Why Mommy no smile?” he asked, his sleepy voice becoming softer and softer by the moment. It left Aphmau speechless and for a moment she didn't respond.  “Sometimes, big people have jobs they need to do, and sometimes those jobs are very hard. When the jobs are hard it can cause big people to feel…” Aphmau searched for the word, not knowing how to explain the overwhelming feeling of hopelessness and tiredness that had been constantly weighing on her shoulders for the past few months, “heavy.” she finally decided on a word. Not thinking Levin would understand, but it would be enough to satisfy his curious spirit. She looked over to see him nodding, he then smiled  “Then mommy have stuffie!” Levin held out his stuffed animal, before cuddling up to the pillow next to her and against the wall, “when Levin feel tired and heavy, Levin hugs stuffy feels better! Levin knows mommy will too!” Levin spoke, before finally drifting to sleep, a small smile on his face,  completely unaware of the fact that the simple gesture had left Ahmau in tears as she held onto the bunny that Levin had “given” her. 

Aphmau looked over to Levin, before leaning down and kissing the top of his head and tucking him into the covers. Finally, she blew out the candle and lay down on her side, letting an arm rest over the small child, and the other held onto the bunny with such tightness that the fluffy cloth had pillowed over her hand. Tears streamed down her cheeks. 

This boy had been dropped at her doorstep so long ago, his mother had given him up for his safety in turn for her life of freedom. Would Aphmau be able to do the same? If it came to war, would Aphmau be able to say goodbye to the children so she could keep them safe? The answer felt so second nature it was almost painful, absolutely.

[nodanova15]

[BC Next Generation] Mini Comic 2

What’s your favorite spell?

[roxxie-spirt]

Alright…. Big big post mainly just drawings

A drawing of Leona! Dell ( Brendan’s and Issas little girl grown ) and the twins! Leona loves her cousins and siblings so much

A myst post as well??!! Ofc! Because this is the only universe where jakes alive and well. This was just for funzies Jake(6) with his baby bro zenith 💞

Now for a relationship chart for my main next gen’s canon and fanon. I did forget to add dell so that’s why there’s extra… my canon babies are all grown up…

Malachi Levin Lilith Alina Elliot - laurmau

Zenith - goey/garzo

Gregory- vylacey

Leona didi Zachary - zanki

Trevor - Travlyn

Justice- Locinda (Lo x Lucinda for those who don’t know)

Dell -brendan x issa ofc

[romeave-wives-club]

Okay but the kids/next gen don't get enough love I swear.

My baby boys Levin & Malachi have been running a village as Lords while being so young (well in Levin's case anyways-)

And my lovely Leona is so strong for everything she's been through and they barely even COVERED the topic of her coping with Zane as her father like Canon MCD!Zane is a horrible person (still bbg tho) and yet she never has like issues with it?? was she not told or did she just not care??

AND MY BOY KYLE- HE IS LIKE DANTE JR. BRO CANNOT FORGET. And will likely outlive his friends & family-

[loveryss]

[filmjunky-99]

r e m e m b e r i n g

Malachi Throne

1 December 1928 – 13 March 2013

⚘️

[pic: throne as pardek, unification, tng]

[greymouse42]

alright!!! What Malachi would do if stuck in an elevator with: -Myles -Maria -Skeeter -Jan Separately, and then bonus ask of the entire knockoff mystery gang! And then bonus bonus for Lyons. Sorry this is such a long ask but it's worth it i promise

HELLO this was very funny and I jumped on it immediately.

Myles → Myles has a multitool in his pocket and this is the moment that Mal goes “oh man I should really carry a multitool in my pocket.” They are breaking into the access panel within minutes, and I don't think they can get the elevator working again but they do have fun.

Maria → They have a really nice conversation. After pressing the emergency help button (like reasonable people), I think they both go “thank God, a break,” and sit down and Maria gets to explain the plot of whatever serial drama she's watching or has Mal commiserating over whatever latest conspiracy theory her nephew believes in. They both come out of it going “man we should grab coffee sometime, that was pleasant.”

Skeeter → same as Myles but Mal doesn't say a word the whole time and doesn't have fun, but Skeeter does actually get the elevator working again.

Jan → doesn't even make it to the emergency button… that's a meme answer — the actual answer is that it should be totally fine. Long silences with Jan are usually comfortable. But they're both usually doing something. The combo of “we're stuck” and “there is nothing to do” and “it feels like we should be talking but neither of us want to do that” and “it's hot in here—” could very quickly lead to…. /hand wave/

Knockoff Mystery Gang → Mal is wedged in the corner spectating/refereeing and pretending he's not as insane as the rest of these weirdos. He's on Maria's side no matter what she decides to do.

Lyons → 40 minutes of Lyons trying to talk Malachi out of climbing up the elevator shaft, interspersed with a few minutes of silence whenever she thinks she's successfully convinced her feral ferret of a partner to not climb up the elevator shaft, are you insane. Unstoppable Force meets Immovable Object argument. There's only, like, 12 years between them but Lyons is feeling Every Single One Of Those Years for the 40 minutes she's trapped in an elevator with this man. She comes out of the situation thinking that Mal must be moderately claustrophobic. Mal was honestly just bored and likes arguing recreationally.

[demisofphoenixdrop]

Both those kids are neurodivergent and in Very Different Directions and i love them so much

I like to think Laurance told the kids about the time Aph ate a zombie brain (she told the story while traveling once) and Malachi's like "MOM I HAVE TO TRY THAT-" to every adult in the room's absolute horror

When Malachi comes back to life hes so excited that he can taste things again that something tasting GOOD is completely irrelevant.

He begs Zoey to put hot tu'lan spices on his pancakes. He puts pickled beets on peanut butter and jam sandwiches, pours hot fudge on his salad, dips zoeys cookies in salsa. Hes chasing Flavor™ oh boy, it sure does Taste™

Levin (only eats buttered noodles and will flip his shit if two of the foods on his plate are touching) is horrified.

[rubbermalletrabbit]

They stole my fucking dragon can't have shit in this country

Rip miss malachy snatched by royal mail

[mochidom]

Parent Duty (2) (St. Fiore)

Masterpost here!

Unlike the sheer chaos  that was unfolding in other dorms, Malachi Mikazuchi’s move-in was…efficient.

“You know, most parents cry when they’re dropping them off their kid,” Malachi commented, watching as his mother placed the last of his folded clothes into the wardrobe. “You’re being really calm about this.”  

Kagura Mikazuchi looked over at him, confused. “Would you rather I make a scene?”  

Malachi shrugged. “No, I was just passing a comment..”  

It wasn’t that his mother was emotionless. Quite the opposite—Kagura was a woman with a lot of emotions, way too many if you asked Malachi but most of the time those feelings were buried under a poker face that had terrified half of Fiore.

Kagura pushed shut the door of the closet before turning back to her son. “This is the start of your next chapter. I expect you to carry yourself with discipline and strength.”  

“Of course.”  

“Don’t engage in unnecessary fights.”  They both knew he wouldn’t but she probably needed this speech more than him. His mother was very talkative when she was overwhelmed.

“I heard you.” he continued. “I promise I’ll be good.”  

She looked at him for a minute and ruffled his hair, smiling softly. “Then I suppose I will take my leave. Lock the door after me.”  

She already had a foot out of the door when she turned and walked back to him “ I know you dislike displays of affection but I love you, child.” And  she hugged him.

His mother had never been shy with praise and words of endearment but he could count on his hands the number of times they hugged after he turned 7 years old. He knew the reason behind that was his aversion to touch and he wondered for the first time if this was something she wished she could’ve done more. If she wished she could have adopted someone else who would let her take on the role of mother completely. He couldn’t change the past but he guessed he could make the future better.

He hugged her back. “I love you too, mom. I’ll miss you.”

She nodded and she left immediately, not letting him see her face. 

Yeah. She was definitely going to cry the whole way back home.

The Raml name was now synonymous with royalty. Or at least it was in Alvarez.

Here in Fiore, it might as well be synonymous with big piece of shit. Al Arra Raml had arrived in St. Fiore five hours ago and had gotten more side eyes and muttered insults thrown her way than she had in her entire life,

“Ugh, I can’t believe your father is sending us here for school.” Beau Myuh complained from her left, juggling with the luggage he had shrunk the size of. “Everyone apparently hates us here and the food is D-I-S-G-U-S-T-I-N-G.”  

Al Arra sighed, adjusting her mask while flicking a strand of hair over her shoulder. She couldn’t say anything since she also didn’t know why her father, Ajeel Raml, the emperor of Alvarez would send his only daughter to school in the kingdom he was in a war against not so long ago. He did say something about relations between kingdoms, not that she was listening to him.

Brandish Myuh smacked her son behind the head. “ What did I say about shrinking clothes ? They’re going to be all wrinkled when they’re back to their normal size.”

“Was the smack necessary ?” he grumbled, though he still changed the luggage back to their original size.

“Auntie Bran, do we really have to stay here ? Is Alvarez Institute not good enough?”

“You know it is, sweetheart. I also don’t know why your father has decided to send you so far. “ She whined. “ And the fact that he sent me to this stinking territory to drop you off. Oh, he’s going to hear about it when I return. I mean if you hate your daughter, why do I have to do with that. Am I right ?”

She must’ve seen the look on Al's face since she made the world’s worst effort to be comforting. She went to sit down in the closet where Aran had taken residence since their arrival. “ I’m sure he has his reasons, my love.”

The effort lasted all of 30 seconds and Brandish Myuh was in the doorway, sunglasses on her nose. 

“Okay, I’m leaving now.” She announced. “ Beau, you steer clear of Lucy’s son, I don’t want his bad behaviour to leech on you.”

Al Arra thought about telling her that her son was the one with the bad behaviour but Brandish had already left.

“I hope you don’t like this dress.” Beau said, holding a shredded dress from the newly normal sized luggage.

“This is literally going to be the worst year ever..”  

[theradicalace]

people are niceys to me :)

[nieceeee]

"Look In Your Eyes, Yeah it's dangerous."

Pairing: ony x reader

PS: Ony is trying to figure out exactly who he is dating because the girl he is looking at right now?... he has no clue who you are.

A/N: I was writing and this took on a mind of its own. But...enjoy? lmao. SMUT MINORS DNI, ony x reader

You were a liar.

He didn't want to admit it but it was true. Your entire personality, everything he thought he knew was a lie. Your innocent eyes holding nothing but deceit. He would’ve realized it had he actually paid attention. Instead he got caught up in the allure of you. Your beauty. Your kind nature. How he wish he would’ve seen the signs before now. It was fine when he first met you. The cute little brown skin he met at Barnes and Noble. He was in there shopping for books with his niece and nephew. His sister had begged him to take them to the store so that she could have a few moments of peace and Ony, being the man that he is didn't hesitate to do so. He loved his niece and nephew more than anything. So here he was running behind the younger one as the older one made her way to the young adult aisle. “Aye boy. Chill out. We ina bookstore not a playground.” Ony calls out behind his nephew. His tiny giggle rang out as he turned the corner. Ony shakes his head and speeds up slightly to catch him by the snap on his backpack. “I see now why yo mama keep you on a leash.” he mumbles as he snaps the latch back onto the bag. His nephew attempts to run again but the line tightens causing him to halt. “But uncle Ony.” the little boy whines, lip poked out. “Nope. You had your warning and you didn't listen. 5 minutes on until you can chill. Now come on so I can find your sister.” They walk off down row after row until he sees his niece and right next to her? You. For the first time in his life Ony was in awe. Your beauty captivated him in that very moment. He slows his step as he walks closer. You’re standing next to his niece discussing the book, a pile in each of your arms. “If you loved Legendborn, you will for sure love this series.” you speak softly. Your voice sweet as milk and honey. “Also, I would recommend - Oh.” you are startled when he approaches. He was..

He was fine as fuck. 

Your eyes drink him in. His deep mahogany skin seemingly glistening under the bright fluorescent lights of the store. His lips parted as he stares at you and the first thing on your mind is I know he tastes good. “Uh. Hi. I'm sorry. I’m Y/N. Can I help you find anything?” you ask him. He is still wrapped up in your eyes but manages to respond to your question. “Nah. I'm actually here for my niece.” he says. “Come on Uncle Ony, ten more minutes please?” his niece turns to him, her pleading eyes competing against those of her baby brother. Only knows this is a battle he was going to lose. “Jewel.” he groans but her lip pokes out even more. Dammit. “Fine. Jewjewbee. But only 5 minutes.” he relents. Her bright brace faced smile spread across her face, cheeks squishing the corners of her eyes together. “Thank you Uncle Ony! I’ll even take Malachi.” she says hugging her uncle tightly with ehr free arm before grabbing her brother and rushing off. Only lets out a breath and shakes his head. “You seem like you’re really good with them.” your soft voice speaks as you replace the books on the shelves. “Something like that. Uh, I’m Onyankopon. Ony. It's nice to meet you.” he extends his hand. You take it and it's not hard for him to see just how small it was compared to him. “You come here often? Or is this just a one time thing.’ you ask as he finally releases you. “It can be more as long as you’re here.” he lets out. You press your lips together, heat rising in your body. “Well.” you say stepping up to him. “I guess I’ll see you soon.” you smile before walking past him. It was then that Ony, much to his niece’s delight, became a B&N member and frequent customer.

If only he had known what he was getting himself into then. This could’ve been avoided. All of this. Those sweet innocent eyes that offered him so much. Glistening when you saw him in the store. Shining when he would pick you up on dates. Glossed over as he asked you to be his. All that time that had passed and those eyes told him everything. But these eyes, the ones that are staring at him now. He had never seen these eyes before. Or maybe he had and just wasn’t paying attention. Because those same eyes. Those same fucking eyes were staring in his soul right now. There was no innocence. There was nothing soft about the way your eyes lit flames in his body as he stared up at you. Ony was so fucking confused. How the hell did he get here? The sweet fingers that he held that day now wrapped softly around his neck, pressing into his pulse. 

Those fucking eyes.

Staring into his soul as your hips grind against him, tip kissing your cervix while you move in counterclockwise circles. “Fuck mama, please.” his moans echo in your ears, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. “Does it feel good pa? Tell me it feels good.” You coo as your pussy clenches around him, fingers squeezing a bit tighter. Ony’s eyes roll to the back of his head. How had he missed the signs? Where was the sweet, shy girl he met at the bookstore. The one his niece raves about. The one his nephew adores. Where was the girl who planted soft kisses to his cheek as he dropped her off from dates. Who the fuck was this woman who had his toes curling and fists clenching at his sides. The way you took his dick so effortlessly, dragging multiple orgasms from his body. Your pussy dripping with both your arousals. “Come on pa, talk to me.” you whine, pressing your feet flat into the bed as you bounce up and down on his length. “Yes mamas. You feel so fucking good.” he praises. “Fuck, yes tell me more.” you preen. “Shit baby. You ride that dick so fucking good baby. I'm so proud of you.” his responses are breathless, broken in between groans but he gives you what you’re asking for. “Thank you pa. Fuck, I'm cumming again.” you scream out riding out yet another orgasm. His breath was heavy as you finally slow down, mind still processing everything that happened. Finally, he manages to meet your eyes again. You were back to normal. That innocent look in stark contrast to what you had just done to him. Naked body coated in afterglow, you lean forward and plants a kiss on his lips. 

“You still meeting my family today, right?”

[swe3theart-succubus]

community service - rafe cameron smau

PT. 4

not even an hour after his soul was shattered by a six-year-old’s art critique, you roped him into helping with some outdoor activity.

“grab the cones,” you said, brushing past him with an armful of hula hoops. “and the parachute.”

he blinked. “the what?”

you just jerked your chin toward the rainbow monstrosity draped over the bleachers, like it didn’t look like clown laundry.

“parachute games,” you added over your shoulder. “it’s on the schedule. let’s go, trust fund.”

rafe considered pretending to pull something in his ankle from that malachi incident. he really did.

but instead, he grabbed the cones, the parachute, and his dwindling pride, and followed you out to the field.

setting up was fine. simple enough.

if you ignored the sun, the humidity, the grass stains already on his sneakers, and the fact that you kept handing him things without asking and expecting him to know what to do with them.

then the kids came running out, screeching like gremlins set loose from a cage.

he stood off to the side, arms crossed, watching you herd them into some kind of circle.

“alright, everyone say thank you, mr. rafe, for helping us set up!”

“THANK YOU, MISTER RAFE!” they chorused, loud and shrill.

he gave a single, dry thumbs-up. “yup.”

rafe turned around to leave. back to the air-conditioning. the painfully slow, but free wifi. back to the snack cabinet where he fully intended to steal a fistful of goldfish and a pack of gummies before disappearing to the staff bathroom for the next twenty minutes.

and then-

“hey! hold up. come back.”

he paused. should’ve kept walking. should’ve pretended he didn’t hear you. but he turned anyway, brows furrowed, phone already halfway out his pocket.

you were standing in the middle of a barely-organized circle of kids, the giant rainbow parachute pooled at your feet.

“grab a side,” you said, nodding toward the nylon nightmare like it made sense. “join the circle.”

he squinted at you. “why?”

you tilted your head, already chewing gum, already looking like this was obvious.

“because you’re tall.”

he blinked. “what the fuck does that have to do with anything?”

“language,” you warned immediately, before popping your gum. “and it means your arms are long enough to get a good lift. duh.”

it felt like a setup. a trap wrapped in bright colors and childhood joy. and he was walking right into it.

but still, he sighed, shoved his phone back in his pocket, and trudged across the field like a man headed to the gallows.

a six-year-old handed him a side of the parachute with sticky fingers and a gap-toothed smile. “you gotta hold tight,” she said seriously. “real tight. or it don’t mushroom.”

“oh,” rafe muttered. “we wouldn’t want that.”

he looked up to find you watching him from across the circle. grinning. like this was all going exactly how you’d planned.

“on three,” you called out, your voice bright and bossy and way too cheerful for how hot it was outside. “ready? one, two, three—UP!”

the parachute shot up.

or—it was supposed to. rafe’s side sagged a little. the kid next to him scowled like he’d just ruined christmas.

“sorry,” he muttered, adjusting his grip.

“again!” you shouted.

this time, it caught air. floated up like a wave of technicolor chaos.

the kids squealed and ducked underneath it, scrambling into the center as it drifted down. one of them grabbed rafe’s leg on the way through.

“you’re base!” the kid yelled, already hiding under the parachute.

“i’m what?”

“base!” another one shouted. “don’t move!”

“don’t move?” he repeated, baffled, but before he could ask for clarification, three children had attached themselves to his legs like barnacles.

he stood there—sweaty, confused, kind of panicking—with two toddlers wrapped around his knees and one leaning against his shin like a body pillow.

he didn’t move. partially because they told him not to. mostly because he wasn’t entirely sure he could.

“uh,” he called across the dome of nylon, “a little help?”

your face popped under the parachute a second later, glowing with mischief and sweat. “you’re doing great.”

“i’m being held hostage.”

“they like you.”

“they’re smothering me.”

“still counts,” you said with a wink.

then you ducked back out, leaving him alone with the tiny gremlins and the echoey heat under the parachute.

one of the kids tugged on his shirt and whispered, “don’t worry. if the lava gets you, i’ll avenge your death.”

“thanks,” rafe muttered, staring up at the canopy of color. “'preciate it.”

eventually, the parachute drifted down and you called an end to the game. the kids released him one by one, giggling and sticky, running off toward the hula hoops.

rafe peeled a rogue sticker off his forearm and watched you laugh with a couple of the kids, adjusting a crooked crown one of them had made out of pipe cleaners and construction paper.

you were glowing. literally glowing. like the sun loved you back.

he turned away quickly, pretending to wipe his face with the collar of his shirt like it wasn’t just to avoid being caught staring.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ

you told the kids to grab water and cool down before hula hoop relays started, herding them toward the drink table like ducklings with heat exhaustion.

you tried not to watch.

you really did.

you had every intention of focusing on the activities, on keeping the kids organized, on making sure no one ate grass or cried because their hula hoop was too big.

but then rafe came when you called. and you forgot what professionalism was.

because watching him—tall, stubborn, always slightly annoyed—get absolutely bodied by three toddlers with sticky hands and no sense of personal space?

yeah. that did something to you.

you popped your gum to hide your smile, eyes tracking him as he walked over to the water table and grabbed one of the tiny cups with his giant hands.

he looked out of place and way too pretty, sweaty and sunlit, with a bead of sweat trailing down the side of his face.

you looked away quickly. toed an ant pile. regretted it when they started scurrying out like they also wanted a glance at rafe. looked back up at him.

there was something about the way he leaned over to refill his tiny cup. the way his arms were sweaty and shiny and veiny. the way his jaw clenched every time a kid screamed near his ear, like he was debating whether or not jail would really be that bad.

you popped your gum again and turned around, trying to focus. clipboards. cones. water breaks. sanity.

you repeated the words in your head like a mantra. like maybe if you focused hard enough, they’d drown out the image of rafe standing there with his stupid jaw and sweat dripping down his neck like a goddamn sports drink commercial.

it didn’t work.

because then he bent down to tie his shoe. and his shirt pulled tight across his back. and you blacked out a little.

but of course, that’s when he called out.

“hey,” his voice, scratchy and sun-warmed, carried too easily across the field. “where do the little monsters put their trash?”

you turned just in time to catch a plastic wrapper stuck to his shoulder. his arm flexed as he reached for it, fingertips falling slightly short.

you crossed the field, chewing your gum and trying very hard not to stare at his arms again.

“you mean the angels?” you teased, plucking the wrapper off him and dramatically brushing his shoulder like he was in a lint roller commercial.

he gave you a look. “one of them bit me.”

“consider it a compliment.”

“they’ve also drawn me as a demon, called me old, and forced me to play lava tag.”

you smiled sweetly. “wow. it’s almost like they like you.”

rafe scoffed. muttered something under his breath. then drained the rest of his water cup like it was reviving him.

you watched the muscles in his throat flex as he tipped the cup back.

you locked that image away for later.

and then immediately regretted that thought, because he licked a drop of water from his bottom lip like this wasn’t already hard enough.

he lowered the cup, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and tossed the wrapper in the trash bag hanging off one of the cones.

“what’s next?” he asked, squinting at the field like he was already regretting it.

you blinked. “what?”

he nodded at the hula hoops. “you said there were relays or something.”

right. right. relays. cones. children.

you cleared your throat, snapping your clipboard up into your hands like it could protect you from the sinful curve of his arms. “uh—yeah. right. hoop races.”

“and what do i do?” he asked, already sounding suspicious.

you tilted your head. “you help me demo it.”

he stared. “you want me to hula hoop?”

“you’re tall,” you said again, shrugging.

“what does that have to do with—never mind.” he sighed, already walking toward the row of hoops.

you handed him a neon pink hula hoop and ignored the way your fingers brushed.

or—tried to. because your whole hand felt warm after. stupidly warm. traitorous.

he gave you a look. “pink?”

you shrugged. “it brings out your eyes.”

he rolled them. “you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

you smiled, wide and innocent. “i’m enjoying it so much.”

he gave you a narrowed look, then glanced back at the hula hoop in his hands like it had personally offended him.

“how do i even…” he started, gesturing vaguely at his hips.

you popped your gum. “you know how.”

“i don’t.”

you tilted your head. “liar.”

he scoffed. “i’m not shaking my ass in front of a bunch of eight-year-olds.”

“not with that attitude.”

rafe gave you a look and opened his mouth to say something but you were already stepping forward.

you lifted your own hoop—bright blue—and swung it around your hips with practiced ease, smirking as the kids whooped and clapped like you were a halftime show.

“see?” you said, breathless and smug. “not that hard.”

he stepped into the pink hoop like it was cursed. “i hate this already.”

he held the hoop in place, shoulders tense, jaw tight. he looked like a man preparing for war, not a basic demonstration.

“just relax,” you said, still spinning. “it’s all in the hips.”

“don’t say that to me right now.”

but he did it. he tried—hips stuttering forward, the hoop wobbling once, twice, before dropping straight to his ankles with a sad little thud.

a collective awwwwww rang out from the kids.

“you suck, mr. rafe!” one of them yelled helpfully.

“yeah!” another added. “your butt doesn’t move right!”

“thank you for the feedback,” rafe said flatly, bending to pick the hoop back up. “deeply appreciated.”

you were laughing now, hand pressed to your mouth, shoulders shaking.

he glanced at you—flustered, sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead—and you couldn’t help it.

“don’t worry,” you said, still laughing. “i’ll give you a private lesson later.”

you didn’t mean it to sound like that.

but the words were out before you could stop them.

rafe’s head turned slowly—too slowly—like he wanted to make sure you heard the gears turning in that smug, dangerous brain of his.

he straightened up, a slow smirk pulling at his mouth. brows raised. eyes gleaming. dangerous.

“oh yeah?” he said, voice low and cocky, just loud enough for you to hear. “private, huh?”

you blinked. “that’s not—I didn’t mean it like—”

“because i’m down,” he said, spinning the pink hoop around his wrist like a cocky idiot. “if you’re offering.”

you narrowed your eyes, trying so hard to look authoritative while very obviously blushing. “wipe that look off your face.”

“what look?”

“you know what look.”

he grinned wider. “this is just my face.”

“unfortunate,” you muttered, turning sharply on your heel like your cheeks weren’t actively on fire.

behind you, he laughed. full-on, stupidly attractive, smug bastard laughed.

you didn’t turn around. not when your heart was doing backflips. not when you could still feel the warmth of his gaze following you like heat on the back of your neck.

you blew another bubble with your gum. popped it. hard. then shouted, “alright! teams of three, line up! hoop relays starting now!”

the kids cheered and scrambled into place. you handed out hula hoops and laid out the rules, pretending your hands weren’t still shaking and your brain wasn’t definitely replaying private lesson on a loop.

you felt rafe step beside you again—close, but not touching.

“you blushed,” he said under his breath.

you didn’t look at him. “did not.”

“did too.”

“must’ve been the heat.”

“uh huh.” his voice was smug and syrupy. “must’ve been.”

you turned just enough to glare at him. “don’t you have children to lose to?”

“harsh,” he said, clearly trying not to smile. “you’re mean when you’re flustered.”

“i’m not flustered,” you lied.

he gave a low, amused hum. the kind that made your skin warm in places you weren’t gonna acknowledge right now.

the first race started—three kids zig-zagging awkwardly across the grass, hoops bouncing around their knees—and you should’ve been watching them. should’ve been scanning for trip hazards, dehydration, bee stings, something.

instead, you were hyper-aware of the way rafe’s arm brushed yours every time he leaned slightly to the side. of the way his breath was just audible enough when he laughed at a kid falling dramatically into the grass. of the way he smelled—sun, sweat, and whatever expensive cologne he hadn't sweated off yet.

you blinked hard and pulled away half a step.

“you’re in my bubble,” you said.

“you’re in denial,” he countered.

you turned your head slowly, met his eyes. he was already smirking.

“go pick up cones,” you snapped.

he raised his brows. “what if i don’t?”

“then i’ll write you up.”

he looked genuinely amused now. “you can do that?”

“i run this place,” you said, lifting your clipboard for dramatic effect. “i can do anything.”

he leaned in, voice low and way too smug. “anything?”

you turned sharply, nearly smacked him with the clipboard. “cones. now.”

“yes, ma’am,” he said, backing away slowly, grin still carved into his stupid, sun-kissed face.

you watched him go for half a second too long. his shirt clinging to his back. his hair a mess. his arms flexing as he bent down to grab the cones one by one.

god, you couldn't wait for his hours to be completed.

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next part!

[isetfiretomyself]

Yandere Test Subject X G/N Scientist Reader

I promise I did have something for 100 followers 😭 I spent a week drawing them all but I hated the quality and the end product soooo let's not talk about it 👀 Thank you so much for 100+ followers though, genuinely means a lot - (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡ Jay

Trigger warnings! Mentions of murder, I mean the Yandere is isolated from the real world, not much else he's one of the more needy ones ┐⁠(⁠´⁠ー⁠｀⁠)⁠┌, This is all fictional I don't condone toxic behaviour irl!

Now this is the same universe as Yandere hero and Yandere Villain. When humans have so much super strength and speed of course the government was going to want to control it! There's only so much they can do with contracts and training but if they were to make a hero? They have full ownership! (Full control)

🦠 Yandere Test Subject who was the only subject because they realised too late this was a terrible idea. He was aggressive, and strong...far too strong.

🦠 Yandere Test Subject spent his whole childhood in tests and never really had a connection with anyone. Not that he wanted one, he hated all these damn people in lab coats.

🦠 Yandere Test Subject who had to be chained and muzzled while getting tests done because last time he was free he broke the poor scientists arm just by grabbing it.

🦠 Yandere Test Subject who was the exact same when meeting you for the first time. He snarled and growled more like an animal if anything. What he didn't understand was why you got so close.

🦠 Yandere Test Subject was even more surprised when you unchained him from the wall. Giving him a chance to walk around you.

"Can't expect you to trust me if you can't move, now can I?" you smile a little, Yandere Test Subject steps forward into your space.

You look up. he's huge, 6'4 at least. You know about his violent past as well but you know he's not going to change if your team continues treating him like this.

🦠 Yandere Test Subject who was monitoring you, watching you chest rise and fall fast. You're scared like everyone else but your brave enough to stand next to him. He can't describe it, he doesn't like it but he doesn't hate it either. (poor boy was never taught how to describe his feelings)

"I'm (Reader)!" You put your hand out. All the other scientists monitoring you in another room all flinch or look away. excepting you to have your hand ripped off. "I'm new! I'll be working on your case. I'll try and help you set goals you can aim to achieve!"

🦠 Yandere Test Subject GRIPS your hand, trying to get a reaction out of you.

"And what goals would those be?" He's voice is deep and gravely, like it's been damaged. "We could take you to the garden!" You squealed out, his grip was in fact painful but you tried to hide it.

🦠 Yandere Test Subject face soften. "I got told that wasn't allowed?" He remembers destroying half of the lab because he wasn't allowed outside as a teenage. It took a whole swat team to tranquilise him.

"Well not right now but I do truly believe we can get you to that point!" You smiled.

🦠 Yandere Test Subject who got used to you coming and seeing him. He would never admit it but he liked you. He was even allowed the muzzle off after promising not to bite you! (Oh Yandere Test Subject was such a biter as a child)

🦠 You felt bad for Yandere Test Subject he didn't even have a name at first!

"What's your name?"

"00."

"Oh no not your number Hun, your name?"

🦠 Yandere Test Subject was embarrassed when he realised he didn't have one, what he didn't expect was you to come in the next day with a book worth of names. He chose Malachi.

🦠 Yandere Test Subject who grew incredibly attracted to you. Hugging you every morning, Obviously he got told that wasn't allowed but really try telling him no. You think that'd good well?

🦠 Yandere Test Subject who'd ask you about the real world all the time! He was envious when you'd tell him about all the stuff you did but he was still always fascinated by the real world.

🦠 Yandere Test Subject who could finally go to the labs garden! (They finished building a high enough wall around it)

It really hadn't been looked after. Everything was dead and the atmosphere was just depressing.

"Oh Malachi, I'm sorry." You felt really bad, like the worst bad you could feel. You got his hopes so high. "It's not your fault. They would of started neglecting this place years before you were even here."

His voice is low, he's upset but doesn't know how to manage it. You see his knuckles turn white has a clenches his hand into a fist.

🦠 Yandere Test Subject who was surprised when he felt you take one of his hands and started massaging it. It did help him relax a bit.

One time you were late for work because you were in the cross fire of a Villain and Hero fight. By the time you got to work all the alarms were going off.

🦠 Yandere Test Subject had got loose trying to find you.

You were still a little disoriented when two hands grabbed your shoulders to turn you towards them. "Where were you!? Why weren't you here with me!?" Yandere Test Subject asks question after question and till he noticed the tiny cuts around your face.

You were swept off your feet and he started walking towards the medical room. By the time everyone had calmed down you were back in the observation room with Yandere Test Subject.

🦠 Yandere Test Subject was confused you had never told him about the dangers of the real world. That's what you've been coming from everyday?

🦠That night Yandere Test Subject decided he'd had enough of the little routine they had for him. When he was a young kid they could stop him but he knows his power now. Nobody had time to warn anyone or to even scream.

🦠 Yandere Test Subject was a bit embarrassed when he realised he found killing the easier part of escaping because god damn are road signs confusing. He had looked at you confidential details. He knows where you are, it's just getting to you he's struggling with.

You were laying in bed ,unable to sleep. Something just felt wrong. You got up to check your door was locked when you hear a thud from the other side. You yelp a little and go to run away till you hear "(Reader)! This is your place right?" Huh!? Why is he here!?

It didn't take you long to piece together what happened. The blood you were washing from underneath his nails proved as much. "I'm angry with you." You've learnt being blunt is the best way to be with him. "What!? Why!?" He sounds genuinely upset. "Because you hurt people! They had a life, a family!"

"They kept me there just for being alive...I think I had the right" He mumbles the last part not wanting to look you in the eyes. "I'll be good now ,I promise! If you teach me I could take care of the cleaning, the cooking, anything! Even if they realise where I've gone they're not going to remove me. They couldn't get me away from you even if they tried."

Apart from the creepy last part you realised he did have a point. They weren't going to do much about him living with you now...Great.

I like to think he then became a silly little househusband - Jay

Now I did think to celebrate you guys could choose what fic you get next!

All will be released but the order in which is up to you guys!

[loveryss]

Globetrotter will return next week!