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itsswritten · 1 year ago

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Pairing: Azriel x fem reader

Word Count: 2K (It's just a little drabble really)

Warnings: Angst, feelings of not being good enough, unrequited love, rejection, read Az's bonus chapter as this is kind of a different ending to it!

Summary: Sometimes it take's heartbreak to move on.

You’re not too sure how you found yourself here. Ensnared in a moment you shouldn’t have been a part of. Pressed against the wall, you couldn't escape the damning truth unfolding before you.

Fate, in its cruel irony, had thrust you into the heart of your deepest fear. It seemed as though destiny itself was spelling out the bitter reality—you would never be his, he would never desire you.

The gift box, wrapped in a serene shade of blue, felt like an anchor against your chest, the weight of it crushing against your heart and yet anchoring you to this spot all the same. With trembling hands, you clutched it tightly, your other hand clasped around your mouth in an attempt to contain the tumult of emotions threatening to spill over. You hadn't intended to intrude, only to find Azriel this Solstice and share your heart with him. After years of wrestling with your feelings, you had finally summoned the courage to confess to your best friend, hoping that maybe he might reciprocate.

But it was a futile dream. How foolish you had been to imagine that you would be the one to replace his infatuation with Mor.

No of course it wouldn’t be you, for hundreds of years you hadn’t been able to steer him from his longing of Mor. It had to be another, the lovely Elain Archeron.

The scent of their arousal hung heavy in the air. You should have moved, but you were frozen in place. Your eyes glued on their figures as you watched them draw one another close. It was as if the Gods were forcing you to accept your reality– you would never be good enough for him.

You swallowed hard, stopping the nauseating sensation rising up your throat. You were losing all control here, completely succumbing to your emotions. You weren’t sure what you would do if you actually saw them kiss.

At the top of the stairs, Rhys suddenly stood, his fury palpable as he observed the scene below. A silent exchange passed between him and his brother, you had known Rhys and Azriel for so long that you were always aware of their mind conversations. However, you never knew what was said. But by Azriels indifference, you could tell it wasn’t good.

Before Rhys winnowed away, his gaze found you. Your figure hidden in the shadows, his expression faltering as his eyes locked with yours, confusion spread across his features and then pain– pain for you.

You hadn’t realised till then, how your salty tears had slipped down your face. Wetting the floor beneath you. How they had revealed how you truly felt, something you thought you’d always kept so well hidden.

And perhaps here in your weakest moment, your own mental shields hadn’t been the strongest. Your anguish spilling over to whoever was able to feel.

With a fierce swipe, you brushed the tears away.

You watched as Azriel left to find Rhys, leaving a bewildered and confused Elain to collect herself before she ran out of the foyer. It was then the emotions overcame you.

You sank down against the wall, the tears flowing freely now, your quiet sobs echoing through the empty corridor. You had been so foolish.

You had seen the signs, noticed the bond growing between Azriel and the middle Archeron sister. Yet, you had dismissed it as nothing more than Azriel's innate kindness, his dedication to helping Elain adjust to Fae life like the rest of you had also supported. It never occurred to you that his actions held some deeper meaning.

And Rhys's fleeting glance had only added to your humiliation. To how stupid you had been. You didn't need his pity or anyone else's.

You already hated yourself enough for your naivety and foolishness.

The gift box lay abandoned beside you, a painful reminder of your misplaced affection. With trembling hands, you tore off the ribbon and unwrapped it, revealing the carefully chosen present inside. It was a handmade sheath for Azriel’s dagger, Truth Teller. Beautifully made from leather, with six subtle stones set along the top.

Purple, for Rhys. Red for Cassian. Blue for Azriel. Followed by Violet for Amren, Crimson for Mor and Sapphire for you. The original six. His first found-family.

As you traced the stones with trembling fingers, memories of simpler times flooded your mind. The dynamic of your found family had shifted with the arrival of the Archeron sisters, whom you loved dearly. But their presence had irrevocably altered the delicate balance you had once cherished with Azriel and the others. You hadn’t realised how their entry into your life would change so much.

Maybe it was your fault for thinking it wouldn’t.

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Azriel snarled softly.

"Snarl all you want." Rhys leaned back in his chair. "But if I see you panting after her again, I'll make you regret it."

Rhys had rarely threatened punishment or pulled rank. It stunned Azriel enough that it knocked him from his rage.

Rhys jerked his chin toward the door. "Get out. And while you’re at it you owe y/n an apology for making her privy to your foolish actions tonight."

Azriel faltered a second. You had seen him? He hadn’t even noticed, his shadows had always vanished when in the company of Elain and they hadn’t notified him of your presence. In fact they rarely ever did. You were the one person who his shadows had always seemed to favour.

Fuck.

You had witnessed his reckless behaviour. It was a jarring revelation. You were one of his longest standing friends. There was no doubt in his mind you would be just as livid as Rhys for his actions.

Azriel tucked in his wings and left without another word, stalking through the house, searching for you.

Finding you in the library, Azriel approached you with a gentle call of your name, his voice filled with remorse. Your back was to him, and he watched you shudder slightly at the vibrations of his voice.

“I’m sorry you were witness to my actions earlier, I’m sure you have-”

“Forget it.”

Azriel was taken aback by your brazenness, the tone in your voice was something he’d never been on the receiving end of before. You moved swiftly in front of him, your back still to him as you placed your book back on the shelf.

“Right.”

Azriel struggled to understand your motives. Were you pretending not to have seen anything to spare his embarrassment, or had Rhys instructed you to keep silent?

“Well I am truly sorry.” He spoke again.

“Why do you keep apologising to me?” your voice wavered for a moment.

“Because you’re my friend, and I’ve implicated you-”

“Friend. Right, of course.” You clung to that word bitterly, you couldn’t help yourself. You had spat it back so venomously.

Azriel always knew you better than anyone, could tell when something was off and there was clearly something wrong. He stepped forward, touching your wrist to get you to turn at him.

And then he saw.

He saw the pained expression. Tear stained face and red puffy eyes. In all his years of knowing you, he had never seen this look– a look so broken.

Who had hurt you?

“Y/n, what’s wrong?”

You scoffed, pulling your wrist away from his grasp. Despite the hurt simmering within you, a newfound confidence surged through you. After mustering the courage to confess your feelings to Azriel, only to be met with rejection by his actions, you felt a liberating sense of release– you had nothing left to lose.

And quite frankly you just didn’t care anymore.

"It's you," you spat, your words dripping with bitterness as you locked eyes with Azriel, the pain evident in your glassy gaze. "It is you who has caused this."

Azriel's confusion was palpable, his brows furrowed as he struggled to comprehend how he could have hurt you so deeply. He felt his shadows coil around him protectively, but they remained silent, offering no explanation for his transgressions. Whether they didn’t know or they refused to tell him.

Your lips quivered slightly as you drew in a sharp breath, your fists clenching at your sides.. "It's my fault, really," you admitted, your voice tinged with self-blame. "For being so foolish, for ever thinking I–... That I would be good enough."

Azriel’s expression bore confusion, but seeing your pain was breaking something inside of him. He tried to reach for you again, wanting to soothe you but you stepped away from him.

Something started to gnaw on him then, deep in his chest.

"I know I could never compete with Mor, so I never even tried," you continued, your voice trembling with raw emotion. "I hoped maybe with time you’d realise that was never meant to be. Maybe eventually consider me instead…”

You had said it. Admitted your truth. Azriel’s eyes widened in shock. Your confession hung in the air, the weight of your words hitting Azriel like a punch to the gut. For a Spymaster, he had failed miserably at deciphering your true feelings. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could utter a word, you pressed on, your voice thick with unshed tears.

"And I noticed how you didn’t look at her the same way anymore," you choked out, struggling to maintain composure. "I thought maybe it was because we’d gotten closer. I was so foolish, I realise that now. It wasn’t because of me."

"Wait, Y/n," Azriel interjected, his voice laced with urgency as he stepped forward, his hands gripping your arms firmly.

Azriel's heart sank as your words pierced through him, revealing a truth he had been too blind to see. He had never known, never even considered, because in his eyes, you were one of the most precious people in his life – too precious for him to ever believe he was worthy of.

Your voice quivered with emotion, and Azriel's chest tightened with guilt as he realised the depth of your pain. "I know I'm not as lovely as Elain," you whispered, your words like a dagger to his heart.

"Don't say things like that," Azriel pleaded, his voice thick with emotion. "You are so incredible—"

But you cut him off, your words slicing through the air with a finality that left Azriel reeling. You refused to hear anything else from his lips. Those lips that had been so close to kissing Elain.

He watched helplessly as you moved out of his grasp, your every movement causing that feeling in his chest to grow. You picked something up from the table behind you, turning to face Azriel once more. Somehow forcing a soft sad smile across your lips.

Azriel's throat tightened, his breath catching in his chest as he gazed at you. In that moment, you seemed more fragile than ever, your vulnerability laid bare before him. He had always considered you beautiful, too beautiful for him, too kind, too good. And now, as he stood face to face with the pain he had unknowingly caused you, his heart ached with regret.

"I've held onto these feelings for so long, hoping one day you might feel the same way," you confessed, your voice heavy. "But I think tonight was the Gods' way of telling me it’s time to let go."

Azriel's hands trembled as you pushed the gift box into his palms, "Happy Solstice.” You whispered with a bittersweetness that tore Azriel’s soul. Your words, they felt so final. They felt like a goodbye.

With a shaky breath, Azriel glanced down at the box, opening, his fingers began to trace the intricate design of the sheath adorned with gems that he instantly recognised as symbols of him and his family. But when he looked up again, ready to speak your name in a desperate plea, he found only emptiness.

Finally, his shadows spoke.

Gone.

Next Part >> (by popular demand I have continued this, mwah)

a/n: This little drabble came to me last night, I wanted to inflict a little hurt. You are very welcome <3 - Lottie x

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ellieputellas · 5 months ago

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pretend | alexia putellas x reader

Alexia contemplates her feelings as you pretend a drunken kiss between you two never happened.

contains: angst, some making out, barçafemeni!reader, avoidant!reader, just a lot of angst tbh | word count: 2k+

a/n: not proofread, just wrote this cause i couldnt sleep and was listening to lizzy mcalpine's hate to be lame which gave me this idea

it's always on the tip of my tongue but i stop myself from saying it tell myself it's not the right time or something dumb

The last night of the Champion's League celebration was supposed to be just like any other victory party—loud, drunk, messy. On nights like this, it was natural to make a fool of yourself.

Alexia was never immune to the drunken stupidity — the typical drunken dancing and singing, foolish antics that got the team laughing. (In one victory party, Alexia found herself dancing with someone else's sports bra wrapped around on her head.)

But on that particular night, her drunken act of stupidity wasn't just loud karaoke or making a fool of herself. No, it was way different.

At some point, during the night, you two had gotten drunk and began grinding on each other at the dance floor. It was normal for teammates to get a bit touchy during parties so no one bat an eye but Alexia knew this thing happening between you two was different.

It started with playful dancing then you somehow found a way to plant a few kisses on her neck. It didn’t take long until you two ended up stumbling into the vacant restroom, kissing each other desperately.

Some kind of tension has always lingered between the two of you before but Alexia always chalked it up to the two of you being newly single. She always brushed it off, thinking it might just be her reading into things. Afer all, you have always been her type and she figured she might be interpreting your dynamic through wishful thinking.

But that night, that small tension she felt burst into something more, and she understood that this meant it wasn't just her who felt attraction towards the other.

She felt your hands desperately cling onto her as you locked lips. Your tongue glided on her bottom lip before ultimately finding its way into her mouth. You took turns pinning each other against the flimsy walls of the cramped stall.

Alexia's hand has found it way to your neck, gently tilting your head up with it before pressing her mouth against your neck to kiss, lick, and bite at you. You gasped in satisfaction as the taller girl kissed your neck.

You grabbed her face again to kiss her deeper, more intensely. Alexia felt that this was the type of kiss that could lead to something more; the likelihood of you crossing that line increasing with every minute that passed.

You gently pushed her off of you, as you tried to catch a breath. Your eyes remained locked as you stayed within close proximity. After a while, you noticed the hunger in Alexia's eyes simmer down into something more... soft and intimate.

This time, Alexia gently touched your face and moved to capture your lips again but this time, you looked away and avoided her kiss. You sighed before hurriedly unlocking the stall, walking out the restroom, and leaving Alexia all alone without even a goodbye.

Alexia felt dumbfounded. She thought that this kiss was your way of addressing the tension, a way of telling her that maybe you felt attracted to her too. But with the sudden exit, she began to doubt herself.

She wanted to talk to you about it the next time you saw each other but it became immediately evident to her that you were set on pretending like nothing happened.

You still joked with her in training, still bantered with her, tell stories like normal. You acted exactly like you did before; it was as if she dreamt up the kiss.

She played along like nothing had shifted, like your kiss had been meaningless. She even laughed at your jokes during training. But every word felt like a lie, every shared laughter felt like a stab.

In her mind, she wished you'd at least act different. She would rather you hated her or avoided her, something—anything to confirm that there was something real, something more.

But you acted like it was nothing.

She felt like she was going crazy, even doubting her own sanity at some point. She spent the past few months trying to forget it ever happened. But the more she tried, the more it hurt her. Because how could you pretend that all of that was nothing... when it felt like everything for her.

But then you kiss me like you do And we're right back where we started from

It was Pina’s birthday.

Alexia initially didn't want to go. It was in the middle of the season and she knew that the team captain being there meant everyone would be too hesitant and shy to drink, knowing she was around.

But she knew how Pina was, and she knew Pina would pester her endlessly if she didn't at least make an appearance.

So, she did. She went to the place late and much to her surprise, most of the team was behaving. A few of the players were nursing a bottle of beer but nothing excessive. She figured she must have done something right for her teammates to be so well-disciplined even without her hovering around them.

Well... she thought that until she saw you.

Of course, she's drunk. She thought to herself.

You were already tipsy, practically glowing, and laughing too loudly. The sight of you sent a jolt of something unfamiliar through her.

You had your arms wrapped around Caro, who was trying too hard to help you sober up by making you drink from a bottle of water. Alexia sighed and made her way to save Caro from your drunkenness.

Caro gave her a thankful look as she took over in aiding to you. She let you drape your arms around her as she wiped the stray hairs that stuck to your face.

"In the middle of the season?" She asked you in a stern voice. "Really?"

You frowned at her. "You wouldn't get it."

Alexia just sighed as she continued what Caro was doing, desperately trying to get you to sober up. "Did something happen?"

You stayed silent but you were too easy to read when you were drunk. Your glazed expression gave away that you were going through something. You still had an arm wrapped around Alexia, as if to keep yourself balanced, but you were also trying to avert your gaze away from her.

Alexia sighed. "I should take you home."

You bit your lip but you nodded. Alexia sighed and held your waist as you kept an arm around her; she was afraid if she let go, you'd fall over.

The car ride was silent. She wanted to talk to you about why you were getting irresponsibly drunk, why you seemed upset and... why you acted like your kiss never happened. But instead, she stayed silent, and as did you.

Alexia pulled up to your apartment building. After she parked, you unclasped your seatbelts but neither of you made a move to exit the car.

Alexia sighed. "Do you wanna talk... about anything?"

You shifted your gaze towards her, taking in how pretty she looked tonight. She was wearing a leather jacket on top of a cropped shirt, revealing a sliver of her abdomen. Your eyes now fluttered to her face. You took in her warm eyes, her nose, her lips. She looked so besutiful even under the dim lighting. You thought, fuck, why does she have to be so gorgeous?

You hummed. "I'm sorry I took you away from the party... especially since you look so good tonight."

Alexia started growing anxious as you said those words. "Well, I didn't really plan on going anyway..." Alexia said.

Drunkenly, you reached out to cup her face and guiding it upward so she'd meet your gaze. You stayed that way for a bit, just looking at each other's eyes. Until finally, you couldn't take it.

You leaned in and captured her lips in a kiss. It was more gentle than before, more intentional. As you pulled away, you studied her expression but Alexia just looked pained.

She sighed and looked away, causing your hand on her cheek to drop. She took a deep breath as she gripped the steering wheel with her hands and rested her head on top of it.

Emotions were overwhelming her. This was the long overdue confirmation she wanted from you so bad yet... it felt so wrong.

After a minute, Alexia finally spoke. "Why?"

"Huh? Why what?" You asked back.

She lifted her head slightly and locked eyes with you again. "Just... why?"

You sighed. "I don't know... I just want to kiss you."

Alexia looked exasperated. She took a moment to think. Do you remember last time? Why did you act like it never happened? Why do you want to kiss me now? Why do you only want to kiss me when you're drunk? Do I mean something? Do the kisses mean something? Do you... like me like I like you?

She had a million questions flying around her head but she settled on one. "Tell me honestly. Do you remember the last time we kissed?" She locked eyes with you and this time, you could see pain behind them. She tried to be firm with the way she asked but the vulnerability seeped through.

You blinked at her. “I think about it all the time,” you admitted before you could even consider lying; your inebriation made you too honest.

Alexia chest tightened as she felt hurt by the admission. Am I not supposed to be happy... that she thinks about it too like I do?

Before she could react, you were trying to lean in again as your face cupped her cheek, trying to kiss her. And that's when Alexia snapped into clarity.

No. You were drunk. This wasn’t... healthy. She couldn’t let herself do this again, not when everything between you was so confusing, so undefined.

“No,” Alexia whispered, gently pushing you away, though her hands shook with the desire to do exactly the opposite.

You looked at her with an expression that could only read as upset to Alexia but she tried to ignore it as she unlocked your car door. "I think you should go."

You stayed steady for a minute, twiddling your thumbs then staring at her but she kept her head low, trying so hard not to look at you until you finally stepped out without another word.

Hate to admit but it might be true Hate to admit but I think you knew Hate to be lame but I might love you

After that night, as expected, you didn't acknowledge the kiss. But this time, you started acting cold.

No more joking around. No more banter. You'd be laughing it up with the other Barça girls but as soon as Alexia came over, you'd bail and make an excuse to avoid her.

It was killing her, just being like this. Mapi had taken notice and pulled Alexia aside to ask if she was alright, which Alexia just hesitantly nodded.

Mapi didn't believe it for a moment. "Is it because of..." Mapi trailed off as she discreetly turned her gaze towards you as you were busy on your phone in the locker room.

Alexia sighed and said nothing but that was enough confirmation for Mapi. She sighed. "You need to talk it out," She said. "It's kinda affecting your dynamic on and off the pitch."

Alexia knew Mapi was right. Not only was it taking a toll on her emotions to be dealing with this awkward tension and silent avoidance, it wasn't long before shit gets worse and the team performance is affected. If it was only affecting her, she would have dropped the whole issue but she knew this was beyond you and her.

She caught you before training the next day, her voice sharp but shaking as she confronted you. "Can we talk?"

You sighed and nodded. "Yeah, Capi?"

She winced at the nickname, knowing that it was your tactic to distance yourself from her. Just another subtle way of deflecting.

“I know you feel the same way,” Alexia blurted it out, her words tumbling out too quickly. She regretted being so outright but she also no longer wanted to waste time. She had to do what she had to do.

Alexia sighed as she ran her hand through her hair. “And... it hurt when you acted like nothing happened. Like it didn’t matter.” Her chest heaved with the weight of everything she hadn’t said.

You stayed silent which just forced Alexia into doing all the talking. "I don't know what's going on with you but... why me? Why are you roping me into this?"

"It's nothing." You muttered.

Alexia grew frustrated. "Bullshit."

"What do you want me to do, Alexia?" Your eyes finally met hers.

"I don't know." She groaned. "Admit you like me too... or even just admit you kissed me. Tell me why you did. Tell me if it mattered. Fuck, I'd settle with you telling me it was a mistake. I just... need to hear from you that..."

"Nothing happened,” you said firmly, almost as if to convince yourself as much as her.

Alexia’s heart sank. She was there just begging for you to admit it did, even if you say it was a mistake; she just needed to hear it from you. Instead, you denied her again.

“But—”

“Drop it,” you snapped, turning quickly, rushing away before she could say anything more.

She watched you go, her hands shaking at her sides. There was nothing more she could do. She was left standing there, confused and hurt, unable to understand why it hurt so much. How could you pretend it meant nothing when everything inside her screamed that it meant everything?

Do I love her? Do I need her? Do I want her? Do I care enough to say That I love her, that I need her? 'Cause I don't but I wanna feel okay

Days turned into weeks and weeks into months and Alexia still couldn't forget what happened.

Your dynamic on the pitch suffered for a bit but it recovered. And pretty soon, you were acting normal again around her.

As if nothing, nothing at all, had happened.

For a while, Alexia had convinced herself she had moved on from it. It was just two kisses, she told herself on multiple occasions. You don't even like her that much.

But there were nights when she couldn't help but be consumed with confusion and frustration. She hated how it happened—how you treated her, how you pretended nothing was real.

On most days, she hated you. She acted normal around you, sure, but there was an added layer now. Everything was more guarded. Even if she asked you often how you were and laughed at your jokes, your relationship was hurt and it could never go back to how it was.

And even if she did despise you for what you did... she still couldn’t stop the way her heart raced when she saw you. She couldn’t shut off the part of her that still hoped that maybe, one day, you'd admit to her that it did happen and maybe that you feel a certain softness for her too.

But she knew it wasn't happening any time soon and now, all she can do is what you do best — pretend.

#Spotify #couldnt sleep so what do i do... write angst #sorry i know i promised fluff but WHAT CAN I DO WHEN THE DESIRE TO WRITE ANGST TAKES OVER #this is literally unedited unreviewer not proofread just me typing rapidly on the tumblr mobile app #hope u still enjoy #woso community #woso fic #woso fanfic #woso x reader #woso imagine #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas fic #alexia putellas fanfic

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cryptidghostgirl · 1 year ago

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hii i read your fic with the humanalastor! x reader where they become like partners in crime (i loved it sm)

and got an idea based off of it

what if Alastor dies first and a few years later Alastor and the reader reunite after she goes to the hotel? thought it would be kinda cute :)

A/N ngl I was thinking of doing something like this so I am very happy it is desired by the people as well. Also, we're gonna pretend that the timeline I created wouldn't make her like over a hundred years old when she died, okay? Okay.

Cover Up Pt. 2 (Alastor x Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of murder and blood, nothing graphic. Alastor being a depressed little bitch. Also a lot of dead bird metaphors for lost hope. Please let me know if I forgot anything.

Word Count: 1,971

Part One: Cover Up (Human!Alastor x Human!Reader)

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When Alastor had died, Y/n had shattered. Their years of holding one another's bloodstained hands had finally drawn to a close. They had a good run, nearly a decade before anyone caught on. His death also came with the added downside of throwing suspicion on Y/n. To say the event changed her life would be an understatement.

When Alastor had first woken up in Hell, he had mourned his loss as if she was the one who had died and not him. The allowance of such a foolish thing was short lived. He quickly realized there was no way Y/n wouldn't end up in Hell as well eventually, with her track record. He refocused his pain, his anguish into making sure he had the perfect world to serve up to her on a platter as soon as she arrived.

As the years ticked on, the little bird fluttering away in his ribcage became more and more despondent. He tried to distract himself by continuing his work, continuing his plans for her. Always for her. It worked to a certain extent but, soon it had been sixty years and she still hadn't made her arrival. It didn't matter how many overlords he killed, how many worthless souls he tortured. There was nothing that could take his mind off that.

Alastor wondered what sort of life Y/n had made for herself after his death. He wondered if she had found love again, held out hope that she hadn't. It was a selfish wish, he knew it. Alastor had always been selfish. It wasn't that he wished for her to be unhappy, just that he knew she was the only person, living or dead, out there for him. There was no hope for Alastor that wasn't Y/n and he wanted her to feel the same way about him. He didn't want to lose, to have been an idiot, to have been the one that loved more. At the same time, he didn't want her to feel that way either. It was complicated and confusing, the twists of his own logic.

Another decade and he began wondering if somehow his beloved wife had gotten into Heaven instead. He knew it was a long shot, after everything she had done but, she had also never killed anyone who didn't deserve it. Maybe there was some exception for women who killed their pursuers, when the pursuers were coming on too intensely or had ulterior motives. He wondered if she'd remarried, if she had kids. If she was still on earth, there would have to be something that was keeping her there and that was the only thing that made sense.

Eighty years, as it turned out, had been all he could take. The bird had died and its corpse had rotted, festering into anger. Not anger at Y/n no, never anger at Y/n but anger at the world, at the system of the afterlife. He became bolder, brasher, more foolish. He got caught in a bad deal.

Coming to the hotel had been a command, yes, but it had also ended up being something of a salvation for the man. In the seven years of his disappearance from the rings of Hell, there had been little to distract him from the growing hole of Y/n's absence. It was a hungry thing, a deep seated want, a controlling desire. The hotel served to fill it. Not completely, but a little. It was better than nothing. Besides, for all her violence, Y/n had always had a way of seeing the best in others, in the world around her. He was certain she would have liked Charlie if she ever got to meet her, certain the hotel would shine in his wife's eyes.

Husk and Nifty were the only two who knew. They had both met him when Alastor's focus had been the creation of a world for Y/n, it was impossible for them not to. They had both noticed how as the years had passed, he had said her name less, how he had become crueler. Not even Charlie had in inkling of an idea that Alastor might be missing something, might be unshakable heartbroken. He hid it well.

Even now as he entered the lobby intent on finding Charlie in order to discuss some of the decor on the upper floors, he made sure his smile was firmly fixed in place. A smile was the strongest weapon a person or demon could have, the strongest disguise. He made sure he was never without one.

"So you just arrived today?" he heard Charlie saying as he began to make his way down the stairs.

He could see her by the door, talking to a demon whom her position obscured from his vision. A new guest. Internally, Alastor sighed. This was throwing a wrench into his plans for the day.

"Yeah I... it's all so confusing here. Wonderful in a way, don't get me wrong but... when I heard about your hotel, it seemed safe."

The unknown demon's voice was soft, it pulled at his heart strings. The corpse of the bird was a puppet at its familiarity. It was a sickening feeling, the dead body of his hope being pulled up and twitched around for another's unknowing amusement. Alastor nearly faltered, hesitating on the last step.

"So are you actually interested in redemption?" Charlie asked, sounding downcast.

"Well, I'm not really sure yet. Is that okay? I mean, I just got here today and... either way, I love the idea of your hotel and I want to help. I could work as a maid? Or I'm a pretty good cook? My husband always said so anyways. I'm sort of trying to find someone too so... What I'm trying to say is that I could work until I've figured it out, if that is alright with you?"

Charlie hummed in thought as Alastor began to cross the room, heading straight for the pair.

"It's a bit unorthodox but, I suppose. We could always use another helping hand."

"Really!?" the stranger exclaimed, "Oh thank you!"

Alastor was over Charlie's shoulder practically now. She shifted on her feet, allowing Alastor to at last see the person she was talking to.

"So, what's your name?"

The demon opened her mouth to speak but, before a word could leave her lips, she was interrupted by a static filled voice. It brought back memories, hurt her heart to hear.

"Y/n."

There was no doubt about it. Even in her new demon form, Alastor knew. It was the curl of her hair, it was the brightness of her eyes, the way she held herself. She looked up at him with wide eyes.

"When did you get here?" Charlie asked in confusion as she turned to the side, turning the pair into a group of three all facing one another, "Also, you know her? Oh my gosh, wait. Are you okay? I don't think I've ever seen you not smiling before."

Neither payed the princess any mind, each absorbed in one another's eyes. Y/n took a sutering half step forwards, her mouth slightly open.

"Alastor?"

It was barley more than a whisper. She took another step towards him, then yet another. Lifting her hand, she gently cupped it around his cheek. Instinctively, the Radio Demon leaned into the touch.

"It really is you... isn't it."

Alastor pulled Y/n into his arms, wrapping her in his frame and resting his chin on the top of her head. Y/n was frozen in shock for a moment before she returned the gesture, balling her fists in to the back of his coat.

"Wow. You guys really know each other." Charlie mumbled to herself, eyes wide.

The pair pulled apart, Alastor still holding Y/n's waist as Y/n held his coat. She looked up at him, disbelief etched into her features, her sentiments reflected back to her in Alastor's own face.

"I thought..." he mumbled, raising a hand and tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, "I thought I'd never see you again."

Y/n laughed tearfully.

"Me too."

"Where have you been? What happened? What... what took you so long?"

"If I had known I was coming to you, I would have died way sooner. I lived, Al. That's what happened. I only just got here today."

"I know, I heard, but what... what kept you?"

Y/n heard the tremor in his voice, the fear. She looked up at him, eyes narrowed.

"Are you jealous?"

Alastor's eyes flicked to the side momentarily. One of his ears twitched. It might have been nearly ninety years since they had last seen one another, they might've looked completely different and had whole lives the other wasn't in, but it felt like they had just seen one another yesterday.

"Oh, you so are!" Y/n teased brightly.

"Y/n."

"Yeah, yeah. It's just dumb is all, especially now I know you've been here all along."

"So tell me."

Y/n had always loved his insistence. It was what kept Alastor to his code, kept him to her, kept him him. She smiled once again.

"Soooo..." Charlie stepped in, her hands behind her back, "Either of you want to explain?"

Both Alastor and Y/n at last turned to look at her. He was smiling again, Charlie noticed. Not the normal ear to ear grin, teeth bared, she was used to. Something smaller, something softer. They released one another, only for Alastor to immediately drape an arm over Y/n's shoulders. It almost seemed like each feared the other would vanish into thin air if they weren't physically touching. She reached a hand up, gently holding his hand where it hung off her shoulder, keeping him to her.

"Charlie, this is my darling, lovely wife."

Y/n shoved him playfully and he smiled down at her.

"You're married!?"

"Yes." Y/n nodded, "We are. Have been for what, like one hundred years now?"

"So what kept you?" Alastor asked again and Y/n sighed.

"You really aren't going to let this go, are you?"

He shook his head. Y/n slipped out from under Alastor's arm, taking both his hands in hers. Her fingers traced his knuckles, the lines of his bones beneath the surface of his skin. Her eyes watched their hands, she sighed.

"After... well, Al, you died burying a body. It was hard for people not to know. I..."

"You got caught? You went to jail?" Alastor interrupted, his smile having fallen once again.

Y/n laughed slightly under her breath.

"No, heart. I stopped my own work but, the whole world knew of yours. I thought that... it was so dumb! I thought that... if I was alive, then so was the real version of you in some way. Not the true crime, vandalized version, but the person I knew."

Alastor lifted her face to his, his hand lingering under her chin.

"You were always secretly quite the romantic, weren't you."

"Oh hush you."

"Make me."

Y/n cheeks suddenly flushed bright red.

"Okay!" Charlie interrupted, laughing nervously, "Okay, well, I'm happy for... this, um, Alastor! Why don't you show Y/n around?"

"With pleasure."

Alastor leaned down, kissing Y/n gently. Her hand was half raised to burry itself in his hair when he pulled away, smirking in response to Y/n's irritated glare. Linking arms with her, he began leading Y/n to the staircase.

"I must say, I rather like this new look of yours." he hummed placidly.

"You're not half bad yourself deer boy, if a little cocky."

"I was always cocky. That's what you liked about me."

"Wrong. It's only one of the things I love about you."

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Next Part -> Cover Up pt. 3

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shaunamilfman · 5 days ago

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i almost do [1]

pairing: Shauna Shipman x f!reader summary: You weren't sure what drove you to talk to Hannah in the first place. Boredom, maybe. Or some deeply buried desire to get back at your girlfriend for keeping you trapped out here. Either way, you don't think you deserve what you got. note: minors dni. not quite as far as in canon Masterlist

“What the fuck was that?” Shauna spits, whirling around in you as you follow her into your hut. “You're just playing house with our prisoner now?”

You flinch at the words despite the part of you that wants to take her into your arms and shake her until something softer comes back into those hard eyes. That girl who let you throw your arm around her shoulders in public even when she was trying so hard to maintain her reputation. That one who gets a little shy sometimes when you kiss.

All this because you disagreed with her for once. God forbid you felt bad for that woman for getting stuck in the middle of the Canadian wilderness knowing she might never see her family again. It had struck a bit of a chord with you.

How could it not?

You thought Shauna might have understood that, but she always let her jealousy take over when it came to you. That's what it was, at the end of the day. Her stupid jealousy is making her say stupid things as it seeps through whatever cracks she imagines in your relationship like some kind of poison.

But you know what? That isn't your problem. She’s already making you stay trapped out here in the middle of fucking nowhere when rescue is just a goddamn animal pen away. You aren't going to sit here and soothe her when she once again decides to pick a fight with you.

You were barely even talking to that woman. You hadn't exchanged more than a sentence or two before Shauna had found you and stormed off like she found your hand in her pants. It was just the novelty of it, really. Finally hearing a story that you hadn't already heard 100 different times in the last year. Everything had become so monotonous until she got here, like you'd been rereading the same page of a book forever.

That wasn't entirely true.

Shauna was new. Newish, at least. It was an honor whenever she divulged some new information about herself that you couldn't gather just from watching her. Or it felt like one. But the last few months have been so good, even as that familiar cruelty started creeping into her interaction with you too.

It was hypocritical of you, maybe, to be so upset at being faced with the same thing that once drew you toward her. But it was hard enough out here without Shauna picking fights with you all the time lately. That's what she does with other people. She finds joy in it, you know, that she doesn't seem to find in much besides rare moments with you when she actually cracks a smile.

That was part of the reason it was so off-putting. You know she was enjoying arguing with you instead of enjoying the aftermath with you. It felt like she was pushing you away again, like she had at the beginning.

You don't need this right now.

You scoff, turning on the balls of your feet and heading straight toward the doorway. It made you feel a little foolish, storming off from your own hut, but it's not like you could make her go sleep on the couch.

Even if you had one, Shauna would've just broken the door down to storm back in and argue more. The thought shouldn't make your lips twitch. It's the only reason that she has time to catch up with you before you get out.

“Come back,” Shauna hisses, grabbing at the back of your shirt.

Her grip softens immediately at the sharp cry of pain that leaves your lips as your shirt pulls at your injured shoulder. She spins you around, eyes dropping immediately to where the arrow went through your shoulder as if checking for blood through your sling. Her fingers twitch at her sides, and you think for a moment that she might reach out to check for herself.

But then the moment passes.

Shauna's face hardens again after that, but her hand is surprisingly gentle as she fists your shirt around the collar.

She's so small, but in moments like this it feels like she towers over you. Her breathing is heavier than it should be for how stationary the whole fight has been, so you know it's more rage than anything else. The thought settles low into your stomach, and it's not as unsettling as it should be.

“No,” you say dismissively. Wrong move.

“You think you can just—”

“Hey. ” Nat's gruff voice sounds from outside the hut. You both tense. “Are you… okay in there?”

You're confused for about half a second before you remember that pained noise that had left your lips. The one that probably sounded a lot worse than it actually was. Or maybe it was that bad, and you've just become too insensitive to the whole thing.

It seems like they think Shauna's putting her hands on you. It probably wouldn't be the most out of character with everything she's been doing lately.

Shauna stares into your eyes like she is trying to read your mind. Her lips are pursed and her jaw is clenched tightly, like it’s taking more effort than you know not to snap at Nat right now. She leaves it up to you, even though it looks like it's killing her inside. Besides, no one would believe it from her anyway.

You weigh it for a moment before saying simply, “Yeah. Just twinged my shoulder a bit.”

Nat grunts something vaguely in confirmation before you can hear her walking off toward wherever she had come from. Shauna usurped her, and she was still stuck having to check in on everyone. There was no doubt in your mind that the rest of the girls who heard had sent her as a representative.

Or maybe it was just Nat. Too good. Too kind. Still trying to hold onto something that everyone else had already lost.

The look on Shauna's face was nothing short of smug as you met her eyes again. She looks like she won something, and maybe she did. Whatever just happened felt significant in some form or another.

“See?” She asks, pulling you forward by your shirt.

Shauna cups your jaw, grip just short of being gentle. You can feel her fingertips digging into the soft skin of your chin and of your neck. Not enough to ache, but enough for it to burn.

“You're not going anywhere,” Shauna whispers, brushing her lips against yours. You lean forward, eager to actually feel her, but she's too intent on teasing to allow that. That smug look of hers is the only thing you can see as she pulls just out of reach. “You're mine.”

You shiver as her fingers trail down your neck, only for them to curl around your good shoulder. There's pressure, then, enough to make your knees buckle as you let her lead you down to them. It was a familiar position and not entirely unwelcome.

“Shauna,” you huff irritably, hesitating when you catch sight of that ever-present rifle.

It's not that you were afraid of Shauna, but you still can't hide that glimpse of relief from your eyes as she finally slides that rifle off her shoulder and sits it against the wall behind her. Her eyes narrow as she looks down at you, following your eyes for a moment as her jaw clenches. She takes a deep breath before seemingly shaking it off as she reaches for the button of her jeans.

You consider saying no. Not for long, but you think about it. That should count for something, right?

Unbuttoning her jeans was something that she usually left for you. She likes when you undress her. The eager way that your hands paw at her as you strip her off anything that stands in your way. But that kind of thing became difficult with only one good arm. Not impossible, but your girlfriend isn't exactly widely renowned for her patience. The last thing you wanted was to ruin the mood by fumbling around with her zipper.

It was easier that way, even if a part of you misses the way her breath caught in her throat when you hook your fingers in her panties and pull them down her muscular thighs. Shauna herself was quick and efficient. None of the teasing touches you would have added just to watch her squirm.

Still, Shauna seems pleased enough as she kicks her pants away. You shuffle forward on your knees, careful not to jostle your shoulder too hard, but Shauna stops you with a finger pressed against your lips. She stares for a moment, content at the sight of you on your knees between her legs, before pressing her fingertip against your lips.

Her index finger is closely followed by her middle as she slips them into your mouth, pressing down against your tongue as she presses her thumb up against the bottom of your chin. You're caught there, between her fingers, but there's no place you'd rather be. Well, maybe there's one place. But you would get there as soon as Shauna was done teasing the both of you. It's the only thing you've ever witnessed that overcame her own impatience.

You suck on her fingers as best you can, slow and deliberate as brown eyes meet yours. Your lips seal around the base of them, slick with your spit. The wet noises it makes would be enough to have you blushing to the tips of your toes if it wasn't for how clearly wrecked Shauna was by the whole thing. You liked her more like this, right in her moments of weakness.

Because Shauna certainly sees it that way. Some part of her resents the fact that you can get her like that even as she presses further into the touch and orders you around to do it more. Even as she seethes, she wants more. She always does, Shauna.

You mourn the use of your tongue to lap at the web of her fingers, instead settling for pressing up against the bottom of her fingers as much as she'd let you. Shauna sighs, a quiet little sound that you almost miss when she presses her thighs together unconsciously.

“You're so much better when you can't talk back,” Shauna muses, her voice low and cruel enough that you think she might mean it. It's the kind of thing she says precisely for the way it gets under your skin. As much as she likes the idea of having you pliant, there's something altogether better about when you fight back.

A noise almost like a laugh leaves her lips when you dare to nip at her fingers, even as her thumb presses further into your chin. She tilts your head up in a silent reprimand, even as the look in her eyes says, Good.

“Touchy today. Hannah teach you how to fight back like that?”

The mention of her name makes you tense, fighting back an insane urge to roll your eyes at her right now. You don’t know if it’s jealousy anymore or just another mind game, but either way you’re not that keen to indulge her in it. Her jealousy used to feel like a fun little game at times, a line you had to carefully ride to avoid upsetting her too much that was mostly just kind of hot. Sure, she would toss you around a little. Call you names that made her flush with embarrassment when the moment was over. But the levity had drained from it.

God, would Shauna lose it if you actually roll your eyes at her though. You almost want to, just to see how far she would go. A much larger part of you is afraid of just how far she would go. Call it a survival instinct, but you manage to keep the look on your face carefully blank.

Judging by her sour expression, Shauna doesn’t like that either, so it still feels like a win. You have to take them where you can get them these days, with how short Shauna’s temper has been since her sudden rise to power. The rest of the girls are more terrified of her than they’ve ever been, and honestly, you’re not that far behind them.

You told her once that you weren’t afraid of her, but she wasn’t the same girl she was just months ago. Even now you weren’t all that afraid of her for yourself, but there were still some of these girls out here that you care about. It was a careful dance nowadays with everyone treating you like an extension of Shauna, that careful derision they all looked at her with. You were Shauna’s only friend in the world, and it was starting to feel like she was yours too.

“Pay attention to me,” Shauna says gruffly, jerking you around with her grip on your chin. You almost choke, embarrassingly, but just manage to catch yourself.

She pulls her fingers back slowly, watching the line of spit it draws from your mouth until it severs. You can't tear your eyes away from her fingers as they make their way between her legs, ghosting over her own slick entrance before she reaches her clit with a breathy sigh. Shauna clamps down quickly on the noises, jaw clenched as she touches herself. All too aware of the girls lingering around the hut to dare to be any louder than the wet slosh of her fingers already was.

She rubs slow, tight circles with fingers still slick with your spit. The motion is so practiced and fluid that you might feel like you're intruding on a private moment if it wasn't for how intensely she was staring at you to make certain you were watching her.

“See? I don't even need you,” she says unconvincingly.

Maybe you would have believed it if it wasn't for the way her hips buck when you run your tongue along the outside of her knuckles. You savor the taste of her on her fingers as you slowly trace down them, pressing a kiss to her fingertips as they stutter mid-stroke against her clit. Lower, then, grabbing her thigh with your good hand to brace yourself as you lap at her entrance.

Shauna's eyes are blown wide when your eyes flick up to meet hers, tongue working steadily between her thighs as rapid fingers brush your face. She had given up on teasing herself rather quickly once your mouth had joined the fray. All hope she may have had to come away feeling superior fades away as she brings her other hand to her lips to bite at her fingers to keep herself quiet.

It's only so effective at keeping those harsh sounds from escaping, but it was probably enough to stop them from leaving the hut. Not that you care. If she wants to play territorial tyrant on you, then she should at least have to pay her own price for it.

You trail your fingers up her thigh before grabbing at her wrist. She lets you move her hand away with hardly even a protest, eager to let you replace her hand with what she actually wants.

Her hips start to move in earnest as you reach her clit, hand resting on your cheek as she forces herself to stick to jerky little movements to avoid hitting your shoulder. It's clumsy, hesitant—all the things that Shauna was usually not. It was surprisingly hot watching her with all that constraint, especially when you hadn't originally expected it from her after your injury.

Maybe it was guilt. Or maybe she was just avoiding another fight with you after she so carelessly left you behind to chase after Kodiak. But at least she has been mindful of it. It made you feel hopeful for once lately that maybe she cares enough to try.

Her breathing grows more uneven with every pass of your tongue, the muscles in her thighs straining from the effort of not riding you harder. Tightening, loosening, and tightening again as she fights against instinct.

If you were Shauna, you would've pulled away. Would've made her beg just a little and remind her of who exactly you were.

But you were weak for her. Always have been. Even now all you want for her is to fall apart. You relish being the one that gets to make her feel good for once. All it seems to cost you was your pride. Over and over again.

She grabs at your shoulder for balance, struggling to stay upright with nothing to lean her weight against as she gets close. Shauna lets out a choked sob that even her knuckles can't quite muffle as her hips buck hard against your face. You have to follow her back as she tries to pull away, overcorrecting and nearly taking the wall down with her as she stumbles.

“Fuck.”

The word is muffled but unmistakably shaky as her thighs tremble against your cheeks. It feels like your hand on her thigh is just about the only thing keeping her standing as she comes violently—like she does everything else.

She keeps you between her thighs just long enough to work her down before she pushes you back, leaving you to awkwardly make your way up to your feet and stumble back.

“That's what I want you to use your mouth for. Not sitting out there giggling with that woman,” Shauna says.

The words are harder than you expected from her after everything that just happened. You give her a weak glare, crossing your arms across your chest to try to put some distance between you. Shauna scoffs, leaning down to pluck her clothes off the ground. She puts it back on like armor, and maybe it is. You can feel that vulnerability she just gave you slipping through your fingers like water.

“We weren't giggling, Shauna,” you say neutrally, trying not to let your rising irritation peak through. “She was just talking. She's lonely, I guess. She misses her kid.”

Something in Shauna's eyes hardens at that. Something that doesn't spell good news for you.

“And what? You believe her just like that? She's lying to you. I know you see that.”

“I don't think she is, Shauna. I think she's telling the truth.”

“She’s manipulating you,” Shauna hisses. “The least you could do is make it a little difficult.”

“I feel bad for her, Shauna,” you employ gently. “You remember how hard it was when we first landed out here.”

“I know. I just… well, I didn't think you were this fucking stupid,” Shauna says like it was a simple conclusion.

The words land like a slap. No, more like a shove. Hands on your chest that shoved you back into the dirt where you belong. That’s certainly what she seems to believe.

Your jaw clenches as a sigh leaves your lips. You turn on your feet and walk out, utterly done with Shauna's attitude right now. It was something you could let her talk at you about later when you didn't want to claw at her so damn badly.

“Hey!” She barks after you. “I'm not done talking to you.”

“I'm done listening!” You shoot back, feeling childish for the response the moment it leaves your mouth. It sounds petty. Especially here. Right in the middle of everyone you knew.

Great.

Of course they were all gathering around. It was the closest you could get to TV out here anyway.

Shauna's more than willing to provide them with a show.

“You think you're important?” Shauna said, each word dripping with venom. “No one gave a shit about you before me.”

You wish for a moment that she had just fucking hit you instead. You think it might have hurt less than to hear those words come from the woman you love. It must show on your face. It's the only thing that could explain that brief flash that crosses her face. Not regret, exactly. But something like a flicker of guilt. Just quick enough that you decide you must have imagined it.

It wasn't enough to make her back down.

It never does.

Your jaw trembles as you try to fight back tears, feeling far too vulnerable to be humiliated like this in front of a group of girls that had probably been laughing about Shauna turning her back on you this whole time. No. You wouldn't just stand here and take it.

“Why can't you just be nice?” You ask quietly, but it reverberates through the clearing like a gunshot. Shauna flinches like she was actually shot.

“You're nothing.”

Like she wants to make sure that you remember.

“Fuck you,” you spit back, meaning it this time. Not elegant, or clever, or cutting like something Shauna could have come up with. It was the best thing you could come up with in your distress, but it was obviously enough to strike Shauna somewhere vulnerable.

She reaches instinctively for something behind her back, only to stop halfway there when she realizes she left it in the hut. Dropped to the floor in a moment of passion that now felt years away.

“Shauna…” You say, your voice hollow. “Were you going to shoot me?”

Her eyes widen, her expression a mixture of shame and anger, but she chooses to say nothing as she squares her jaw and walks back into your—her—hut.

You stare at her back as she walks off in stunned silence.

The only thing that finally breaks your concentration is the sound of leaves being crunched beneath a boot-clad foot. Nat’s hesitant steps toward you as her hands fiddled at her sides before landing on your shoulders would’ve been endearing if it hadn’t felt like your life was falling apart around you.

“Hey,” Nat says, bumping your shoe with her own.

You look up at her with sad eyes, feeling lost and uncertain. It’s been quite a while since you felt like that. Shauna has this way of making you feel so sure of yourself as long as you know she’s on your side. Maybe the confidence she’s walking around with now is just a little infectious. Something you caught from all those hours in close quarters together in her hut, pressed so close together that you could hear her breathe.

“Hey,” you say listlessly.

“Sure she’s just in a mood,” Nat offers.

You smile at the effort, but it doesn’t quite meet your eyes. Shauna was always in a mood. It was cute before she turned it on you out of nowhere. Besides, reaching behind her back like that seems like more than a mood. What would she have done had that rifle still been on her shoulder?

“Come on.”

A hand on your shoulder, an awkward pat before fingers curl around your upper arm and pull. You stumble after Nat as she pulls you over to her hut, the motion familiar enough after months with Shauna that you don’t think to question it until you’re alone with her inside.

“What—?”

“Well, you’re not sleeping with her tonight, are you?” Nat asks the question sarcastically, but there’s a hint of concern just beneath the words. You’re not just going to go crawling back?

“Doesn’t mean you have to share your hut.”

Nat gives you a strained smile. “Shauna hasn’t made you many friends lately.”

In short, who else would you even stay with.

Right.

“Do you…” You trail off, struggling to say those words.

“Do I?” She prompts, surprisingly gentle. She hadn’t talked to you like that in quite some time. Maybe that was all your fault too.

“Do you think she was going to shoot me?”

Nat was quiet for quite some time, long enough that you sneak a look at her out of the corner of your eye to make sure she hadn’t somehow slipped out the door when you weren’t looking. The look on her face was contemplative. You appreciate that she doesn’t just immediately come to a conclusion. Nat always thought before she said anything, so different from your girlfriend you hardly believe they exist in the same place sometimes.

“I don’t know,” she says honestly, finally turning to look at you as she gives you an awkward squeeze on the shoulder. “I really don’t.”

“Right,” you say quietly. “Thanks anyway.”

“Yeah.”

She taps her fingers on her thighs hesitantly, looking like she might have more to say before she finally just stands up and awkwardly vacates her hut.

#minors dni #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets x you #shauna shipman x reader

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isak-dot-gov · 8 months ago

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Lie to Girls

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Singer!reader

Word count: 1133

My masterlist :)

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Paige sat alone in her dorm room, staring at the ceiling. She had just gotten off a video call with you, and the conversation had been... strained, to say the least. You were on the other side of the country, promoting your new album, Short n' Sweet. It was supposed to be a celebratory time for both of you, but instead, the distance between you felt more like an emotional chasm than a physical one.

Paige knew she had messed up. She had kept secrets from you, told white lies that grew into something much bigger and more hurtful. She didn’t mean to deceive you, but one small lie led to another until she was caught in a web of her own making. She hadn't realised the extent of the damage until now, when it seemed like your trust in her was crumbling.

A knock at her door pulled her out of her thoughts. “Paige, you coming to the common room?” Nika poked her head in, offering a small smile. “We’re gonna listen to Y/N’s new album together.”

Paige hesitated, feeling a pang of guilt. She hadn’t even listened to the album yet—too afraid of what she might hear. She knew you wrote from the heart, and if there was anything about your recent rough patch, she didn’t know if she could handle it.

“Yeah, I’m coming,” she finally replied, getting up. Maybe listening with her teammates would make it easier.

When she arrived at the common room, the rest of the UCONN women’s basketball team was already there, sprawled out on couches and chairs. The speakers were hooked up, and someone had pulled up your album on their phone. As the opening track started playing, the room filled with your voice, warm and familiar. It was like you were there with them.

The first few songs were upbeat, celebrating love, friendship, and life’s little joys. Paige smiled sadly, remembering when you wrote those songs, how excited you had been to share them with her. She had been so proud of you, so in love. And she still was, even if she had been too foolish to show it lately.

But as the album progressed, the tone shifted. The songs became more introspective, more raw. Paige could feel the tension in the room grow as everyone sensed the change. Then, the soft guitar intro of the second last track, "Lie to Girls," began to play, and Paige’s heart clenched.

Your voice came through the speakers, softer than usual, almost fragile:

Don’t swear on your mom

That it’s the first drink that you’ve had in like a month

No, don’t say it was just

An isolated incident that happened once

Paige’s breath hitched. She could feel the weight of your words like a punch to the gut. She knew this was about her, about the lies she had told to keep things easy, to avoid conflict. But now, hearing the pain in your voice, she realised just how deeply she had hurt you.

The song continued, each line a dagger twisting in Paige’s heart:

There’s no need to pretend

I’ve never seen an ugly truth that I can’t bend

To something that looks better

I’m stupid, but I'm clever

Yeah, I can make a shitshow look a whole lot like forever and ever

Paige swallowed hard, tears pricking at her eyes. She glanced around the room, noticing the sombre expressions on her teammates’ faces. They knew, too. They knew what this was about.

You don't have to lie to girl

If they like you they’ll just lie to themselves

Like you, they’ll just lie to themselves

You don't have to lie to girls

If they like you, they’ll just lie to themselves

Don’t I know it better than anyone else?

The chorus hit, and Paige felt a tear slip down her cheek. She wiped it away quickly, trying to keep her composure. She remembered all the times you had asked her if something was wrong, all the times she had brushed it off or made excuses. She had thought she was protecting you, but she had only been protecting herself.

All of your best excuses

No, they don’t stand a chance

Against all the chances I give you

Isn’t ideal, but damn

You don’t even have to try

Turn you into a good *girl*

You don’t have to lift a finger

It’s lucky for you I’m just like

My mother (And my sisters)

All my (All my friends)

The girl outside the strip club getting her tarot cards read

We love to read the cold, hard facts and swear they’re incorrect

We love to mistake butterflies for cardiac arrest

Paige couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. She covered her face with her hands, sobs shaking her shoulders. She felt Azzi’s arm wrap around her, pulling her into a comforting hug. “It’s okay, Paige,” Azzi whispered, but Paige shook her head.

“It’s not okay,” Paige choked out between sobs. “I lied to her. I lied to her, and now… now she’s hurting, and it’s all my fault.”

Aaliyah reached out, squeezing Paige’s hand. “Paige, we all make mistakes. But you have to own up to them. You have to show her you’re willing to change.”

Paige nodded, trying to steady her breathing. The song was still playing, your voice breaking as you sang the final lines:

Girls will cry and girls will lie and (Ooh)

Girls will lose their goddamn minds for you (Oh)

They’ll cry and girls will lie and

Do it ‘til the day they die for you

The song ended, and the room was silent, the weight of your words hanging in the air. Paige knew she couldn’t let things stay like this. She had to make it right. She had to find a way to earn back your trust, to show you that she was willing to be honest, no matter how hard it was.

“I need to talk to her,” Paige said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. “I need to tell her everything.”

The team nodded in agreement, offering murmurs of support. They knew how much you meant to Paige, and they wanted to see her make things right.

Paige stood up, wiping her eyes. She didn’t know if you would forgive her, didn’t know if she could fix what she had broken. But she had to try. She couldn’t let you go without a fight.

As she left the room, Paige replayed your song in her mind, your voice echoing in her ears. She had a lot to make up for, but she was determined to start now. She had lied to you, but she wouldn’t lie to herself anymore. She loved you, and she was ready to do whatever it took to prove it.

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Isak speaks: Some people are gonna hate me for leaving this on a cliffhanger so I'll get the apology video ready lol. Also I promise I'll post a part two. Can I guarantee It'll be out extremely soon? No, not really(sorry again), but I will try so that's gotta count for something, right? This song has also been stuck in my head all day hence why I came up with this

#uconn wbb #paige bueckers x reader #wbb #paige x reader #paige bueckers #shirley temple #Spotify

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thedemoninme141 · 2 months ago

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Lost Valentine's.

Pairing: Wednesday X Female Reader.

Theme: Angst, Heavy Angst! Wordcount: 8.3k-ish.

Warnings: A bit of confusion? But please read it to the end!

Summary: Can Roses bleed? Wednesday can't remember. Maybe that's why she followed your ridiculous valentine's traditions.

It had been months since you had crept into her life, since you had settled into the spaces between her ribs and refused to leave. Months since she found herself caught in something she never anticipated—never wanted.

Affection.

The word itself left a bitter taste in her mouth, as if it were something toxic.

She was Wednesday Addams. She did not entertain foolish emotions, she did not indulge in sentimentality. She was meant for darkness, for solitude, for the macabre. And yet, against all reason, against every instinct she had spent years honing, she had found herself ensnared by you.

It had started subtly at first, so subtly she hadn’t even noticed it happening. The way she allowed you to linger at her side when she would have long since dismissed anyone else. The way her sharp retorts softened, just slightly, when they were directed at you. The way she resisted—desperately, vehemently—the urge to let the corner of her mouth twitch upwards whenever you spoke to her.

You had ruined her.

And you didn’t even know it.

She exhaled slowly, pressing down the erratic thrum of her heart, suppressing the way your face kept invading her thoughts, the way her mind kept tracing over every moment spent with you.

You had insisted on celebrating something called "Rose Day," a concept so nauseatingly sentimental that Wednesday had nearly scoffed outright when you first brought it up.

Flowers. Love. The revolting ideals of romance wrapped up in a neat, florally scented package.

Wednesday detested roses.

She detested all flowers, unless they were poisonous, deadly, wilted to ruin.

And again,

She hadn’t been able to refuse you.

Against all odds, all logic, all reason, she had said yes.

Ugh.

You wanted to spend the evening in the greenhouse, of all places. Where the air was thick with the scent of earth and blooming things, where petals unfurled and thrived, where you had planted an entire batch of flowers with your own hands, simply because you liked the idea of growing something.

It was one of the things Wednesday—loathe as she was to admit—admired about you.

Your hands were made for creating, not destroying. You nurtured life where she sought to end it.

It was infuriating. It was endearing. Stupid heart.

Her fingers tapped against the desk, her expression tightening.

Was she supposed to bring you something? The thought had only just occurred to her. The whole purpose of this absurd holiday was to exchange roses, was it not?

The idea was ridiculous. You wouldn’t like that. You hated killing flowers.

Wednesday still remembered the way you had frowned when she absentmindedly stepped on a daisy weeks ago, your lips pressing into a thin line before you gently picked it up, cradling it like something fragile, something sacred.

She had been fascinated by you then.

She was still fascinated now.

A deep sigh slipped through her lips as she straightened, smoothing out the fabric of her uniform, willing away the disquieting warmth in her chest.

This was insufferable.

She needed to get out of here before she allowed her thoughts to spiral any further.

“Where are you going?”

The sudden voice shattered her thoughts like glass, and Wednesday turned, her dark gaze settling on Enid, who stood beside her bed, arms folded across her chest.

The werewolf’s usual vibrance was absent, her features drawn tight, her lips pressed into a thin line.

Strange.

Enid was always prying. Always teasing.

“I am meeting Y/n,” she answered evenly. “She insisted on spending the evening in the greenhouse.”

A pause.

“Oh.”

That was all Enid said. No teasing remark. No suggestive smirk. Just… that.

Wednesday frowned.

Something wasn’t right.

Enid was acting strangely, but Wednesday had little patience to unravel the reasoning behind it.

She glanced towards the door, then back to her roommate, waiting for whatever usual nonsense was sure to follow.

It never came.

“Umm,” Enid hesitated, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “When will you be back?”

“I am not sure.”

Another pause. Another unreadable look.

Then, just as quickly, Enid nodded and turned away, fingers tightening around the hem of her sweater.

Wednesday didn’t question it. Didn’t linger. She had somewhere to be.

With one final glance at her roommate, Wednesday strode towards the door, pushing aside whatever strange feeling settled at the back of her mind.

She had more important things to focus on.

Like the fact that you were waiting for her.

And that, for some unfathomable reason, she actually wanted to see you.

How revolting.

She found you lying in the grass, arms stretched out, gaze turned upwards at—what, exactly? The ceiling? The world beyond it? The way the light refracted through the glass?

It didn’t matter.

Wednesday stopped in her tracks, the air catching in her throat, something unfamiliar curling inside her ribcage as she took you in.

You looked completely at peace, as if the very weight of the world had melted away, as if the walls of Nevermore had dissolved and left only this moment, only this space, only the soft, lush grass beneath you and the warmth of the lamps above.

There was something infuriatingly fascinating about the way you existed.

So gentle. So utterly alive.

And yet, somehow, you had chosen her.

Wednesday stood motionless, watching you, letting her dark gaze trace over every little detail—your slow, steady breathing, the way your fingers absentmindedly curled through the blades of grass, the way your lips parted just slightly as if lost in thought.

She hated this.

She hated the way her chest ached when she looked at you.

Hated the way you made her feel as if something inside her was slipping through her fingers, something she had never asked for, never wanted.

But she hated even more the idea of leaving.

So she moved forward.

Your head tilted slightly at the sound of her boots against the stone path, your lips curving upwards before you had even turned to look at her, as if you had known she was there before she had spoken a single word.

And then you sat up, eyes warm, expression bright—

And then the cursed thing,

Your smile.

The one thing Wednesday still hadn’t quite learned how to endure.

She felt it then—the ridiculous, unbearable urge to smile back.

She resisted.

Barely.

"You're here." The words were soft, threaded with something Wednesday couldn’t quite place, something she wasn’t sure she wanted to.

"Of course I am," she replied simply, "I found you, didn't I?" her voice as even as ever, as if her pulse hadn’t just tripped over itself.

Your lips twitched, amusement flickering in your gaze.

"That you did."

A quiet sigh left her lips as she moved toward you, but she didn’t deny it.

"I planted a new batch of roses," you murmured after a moment, eyes flickering toward the far side of the greenhouse.

Wednesday followed your gaze.

Rows of fresh roses stood among the other plants, petals still delicate, still growing, their leaves dark against the rich soil.

Roses.

She almost scoffed.

But then you turned to look at her, and the words dissolved before they could reach her tongue.

"I just… I like watching things grow," you said, voice soft, quiet, as if this was something sacred, something not often spoken aloud. "Helping things live."

Wednesday studied you, the way your fingers toyed with the hem of your sleeve, the way your eyes held something distant, something wistful.

She didn’t understand.

And yet, at the same time, she did.

You stood then, waiting only a second before moving toward the roses, glancing back expectantly when she didn’t immediately follow.

She let out a sigh and followed.

The roses were different from the others.

They stood side by side, carefully planted, one deep black and the other a striking red, their petals unfurling as if reaching for one another.

You crouched down beside them, fingers grazing over their stems without touching, careful, reverent.

"I planted these as a symbol," you murmured, your voice just above a whisper. "Of you and me."

Wednesday stiffened.

"As long as we’re together," you continued, brushing a strand of hair from your face, "these roses will be too."

Something inside her twisted. Tightened.

Wednesday Addams did not entertain sentimentality.

She did not allow herself to be softened by such things.

And yet, she found herself staring at the roses, at the way the black and red bled into one another, and she felt it— That slow, quiet ache beneath her ribs.

You reached for something beside the flowers, lifting it with both hands before turning to face her, expression sheepish.

A watering can.

"You’re probably going to hate this," you admitted, the faintest trace of a smile pulling at your lips. "But I want us to take care of them together."

Wednesday stared at you.

Then at the watering can.

Then back at you.

This was absurd. Truly, completely absurd.

And yet, against all reason, against every fiber of her being, she found herself reaching forward, hesitantly, carefully, taking the handle from your grasp.

Your fingers brushed hers in the exchange.

Her breath caught, almost imperceptibly.

This was ridiculous. And yet, she tilted the can forward, the water slipping past the spout, soaking into the dark earth.

And then—

You giggled.

Soft, warm, unguarded.

A sound she had heard before.

A sound that had never made her feel like this.

Wednesday clenched her jaw, tightening her grip around the handle, as if that might somehow steady her.

Perhaps…

Perhaps her distaste for flowers wasn’t entirely justified.

Lunch at Nevermore was always an assault on Wednesday’s senses. The noise, the clatter of trays against tables, the constant hum of voices overlapping, filling every available space. It grated on her nerves, but she tolerated it. Barely.

To her right, you were curled slightly inward, sitting at the very edge of the table, as you always did.

Across from her, Enid was chattering away, her voice bright and full of energy as she animatedly waved her hands, trying to explain something to Yoko and Bianca.

"And I swear, I almost got it! But then the stupid equation was like, ‘nah, girl, you thought,’ and now my grade is in literal shambles," Enid groaned, dragging a hand through her hair. "I swear, my math teacher has it out for me," she groaned, dramatically slumping forward. "Like, I am genuinely incapable of understanding calculus, and instead of helping, she just stares at me like I’m an insult to the entire concept of numbers."

Yoko snorted, shaking her head. "Maybe you are."

Bianca smirked. "Yeah, Enid, you’re a lost cause. I’d be concerned if I were your teacher too."

Enid gasped, shaking her head at them. "Wow, thanks for the moral support, guys."

Wednesday barely paid attention to them. Their conversations were predictable, nothing that required her participation.

But then— "I can help you with math if you want," your words were quiet, soft, hesitant, careful in the way you said it, as if you already expected to be ignored.

And you were.

The conversation continued as if you had said nothing at all.

Enid was still laughing, Yoko and Bianca still smirking.

Not a single one of them acknowledged your words.

Wednesday felt something cold coil inside her.

She didn’t move. Didn’t speak.

But she watched.

She watched as your gaze flickered downward, watched as your fingers curled just a little tighter against the wood, watched as the faintest trace of sadness passed over your face before you carefully schooled your expression back into something neutral.

You didn’t say anything else.

Something cold and sharp coiled inside Wednesday’s chest.

“She said something.” Her voice cut through the conversation like a blade, sharp and deliberate.

The table stilled.

Enid blinked at her. “Huh?”

Wednesday’s jaw was tight, teeth pressed together as she repeated herself, slower this time. “Y/N offered to help you with your math problem.” She shifted her gaze, dark and unyielding, to all three of them. “And you blatantly ignored her.”

Yoko, Bianca, and Enid exchanged glances, an awkward silence settling over them.

Finally, Enid laughed, but it was different this time—forced, unsure. "Oh, um, yeah, sure, Y/N, I’m, uh…" She trailed off, searching for something to say.

Bianca cut in smoothly. "Don’t worry about it, Y/N. I’m actually tutoring Enid, so she’s covered." She offered a practiced smile, tilting her head. "Sorry for not noticing what you said. You know how loud Enid can be."

Lies.

Wednesday saw through them instantly, saw the way Bianca avoided direct eye contact, the way Yoko shifted uncomfortably, the way Enid fidgeted with the sleeve of her jacket.

You smiled, small and tired, nodding as if you believed them. “Right. No worries.”

Then you stood, grabbing your tray, and left without another word.

Wednesday’s glare darkened as she shot one last look at them before pushing her own chair back and following you.

The hallway was quieter, the echoes of distant chatter fading into the background as

Wednesday caught up to you.

You didn’t turn to her, your footsteps steady, your gaze fixed ahead.

"You shouldn’t have done that," you murmured after a moment.

"Shouldn’t have done what?"

"Called them out like that."

Wednesday scoffed. "They deserved it."

A bitter chuckle left your lips, but there was no humor in it. "They hate me," you said, voice quiet, but steady.

Wednesday frowned.

"They don’t even acknowledge me most of the time," you continued, finally stopping, finally turning to look at her. "You saw it, Wednesday. You always see it. They act like I don’t exist."

She stared at you, taking in the way your jaw tensed, the way your hands clenched at your sides.

It was infuriating.

And for the first time, Wednesday didn’t know if her anger was directed at them—

Or at herself.

"They don’t hate you," she said, measured, careful.

You laughed, shaking your head. "Then what do you call it?"

"They’re self-centered," Wednesday said simply. "Thoughtless. Ignorant. But they do not hate you."

"Does it matter?"

Wednesday felt something stir inside her, something she didn’t have a name for.

Because it did matter.

It mattered far more than it should have.

She exhaled through her nose, shifting her weight slightly.

"I do not care for most people," she admitted. "They are fickle. Inconsistent. Disappointing."

You tilted your head slightly, listening.

"I am not like them," she continued, voice quieter now, more deliberate. "I do not say things I do not mean. I do not offer what I do not intend to give."

Your brows furrowed slightly.

"Wednesday—"

"You matter."

The words were out before she could stop them. And she didn’t want to stop them. Your lips parted, eyes widening just slightly.

"I have spent much of my life detesting the very concept of… attachment," Wednesday said, her voice unwavering despite the tightness in her chest. "It is unpredictable. Irrational. A weakness."

You swallowed, fingers twitching at your sides.

"But then you—" she stopped, the faintest trace of something raw, something unguarded.

The silence stretched, heavy, thick with everything unsaid. And then Wednesday exhaled, slow, deliberate.

"Be mine." she said.

Your brows furrowed slightly.

"What?"

Wednesday exhaled again, as if the words themselves had pained her.

"I lo—"

She stopped.

Her throat tightened.

She exhaled again, slower this time.

"I have… an undeniable preference for you," she tried.

You blinked.

Then let out a quiet, breathless laugh.

"Wednesday Addams, are you trying to say you love me?"

Wednesday’s face didn’t change. But her hands twitched at her sides.

She did not look away. Did not falter.

"I’m saying that you are mine," she corrected, her voice quiet but firm.

Your breath hitched.

Then, slowly, carefully, you stepped forward, closing the space between you.

"That was a very Addams way of saying it," you murmured.

Wednesday didn’t reply.

Didn’t move.

Didn’t breathe.

Then—

You reached forward, hesitantly, carefully, fingers brushing against hers.

She didn’t pull away.

"You’re mine too, then," you whispered.

And Wednesday—

She didn’t resist the small, fleeting twitch at the corner of her lips.

Enid was at her own desk, digging through her drawers, occasionally glancing at the mirror, adjusting her hair as she pulled on a jacket. She was getting ready to go somewhere.

Wednesday watched her for a moment.

"Where are you going?"

Enid stiffened.

It was subtle, but Wednesday noticed it immediately.

A small, fleeting tension in her shoulders before she turned around, smiling a little too quickly.

"Oh! Um—nowhere important. Just heading out with some people."

Wednesday narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Where."

Enid hesitated, then sighed, rubbing the back of her neck.

"The Weathervane theme park," she admitted, avoiding Wednesday’s gaze.

Wednesday tilted her head slightly.

"With whom?"

Enid chewed on her lip.

"Uh, just—Ajax, Bianca, Yoko, Eugene and some others."

Wednesday frowned.

That was… odd.

Normally, any sort of group outing like this would come with an excruciatingly long, overly enthusiastic attempt from Enid to convince her to join.

There would be pleading, bargaining, annoyingly bright smiles and hopeful eyes.

There would be insistence, over and over, until Wednesday either shut it down completely or relented just to make it stop.

Yet this time, there had been nothing.

No mention of it.

No attempts to persuade her.

And for some reason, that bothered her.

"Why didn’t you ask me to come?"

Enid blinked. The question seemed to catch her off guard, her mouth opening and closing for a moment before she laughed awkwardly.

"Uh, well, I mean—" She shifted slightly. "I just figured you’d say no anyway, so I didn’t bother."

Lie.

It wasn’t an outright lie, but there was something wrong with it, something forced in the way she said it, something in the way she wouldn’t quite meet Wednesday’s gaze.

And Wednesday—

She could push it. Could demand the truth.

But she didn’t need to.

Because whatever the reason was, it didn’t matter.

This wasn’t about Enid.

This wasn’t about her.

It was about you.

Ever since yesterday’s lunch, Wednesday had been analyzing everything, dissecting every detail of how people treated you, how they disregarded you, how they seemed so utterly indifferent to your existence despite you being right there.

It made no logical sense.

Wednesday didn’t like that. She wants you to be close to other people too, to have other friends too.

And so, before she could think too much about it, she spoke again.

"I want to join," she said, her voice steady.

Enid blinked again, startled.

Wednesday’s expression didn’t waver.

"Me and Y/N," she clarified.

For a brief moment, Enid just stared at her. Then, slowly, she smiled, though there was something awkward about it, something hesitant.

"Yeah, sure," she said, "It’ll be fun." nodding a little too quickly though her voice carried the same awkward note as before.

Wednesday studied her.

There was hesitation in her movements, tension in her shoulders.

She was hiding something.

Wednesday straightened, her dark eyes unwavering.

"Is there something I don’t know?" she asked.

Enid stiffened. "What?"

"Between Y/N and the others, did anything happen that I do not know of?" Wednesday pressed, voice carefully measured.

Something flickered across Enid’s face. Her eyes widened, too much, too quick.

"No!"

Wednesday’s stare was cold, unrelenting.

Enid fumbled, forcing a laugh.

"I mean—no, of course not! Y/N’s great! Fun! Amazing, really!" she babbled, her voice too high, too rushed. "She is my best friend, I love her! You know me, I’m just silly, ha-ha!"

Wednesday’s lips pressed into a thin line. She did not believe her.

But she also knew Enid would not willingly say more.

Not yet.

Enid cleared her throat. "Listen, we’re leaving in an hour," she said, shifting the conversation as quickly as she could. "You can get Y/N and meet us outside the school, okay?"

Wednesday gave a single nod. "Very well."

Enid hesitated for half a second longer, then turned back to her mirror, fixing her hair again, though there was something off in the way she was moving, something stiff.

But Wednesday didn’t linger on it.

She turned, grabbing her coat from the hook by the door.

She had something more important to do.

She had to find you.

She wasn’t walking away from something.

She was walking toward it.

Wednesday stole a glance at you.

You looked… happy.

Genuinely happy.

And it was because of a lie.

Wednesday had never been one for dishonesty—she found it tedious, unnecessary.

But when she had seen the way your expression lit up upon hearing that Enid had specifically asked her to bring you along, the lie felt... worth it. And she hated that she didn’t regret it.

You walked a little closer, your fingers brushing hers—not enough to hold, but enough to be felt. “I’m gonna get you something,” you said suddenly.

Wednesday arched a brow. “How unfortunate.”

You laughed. She pretended not to like the sound.

“It’s Chocolate Day,” you continued, nudging her lightly. “And you know what that means.”

Wednesday sighed. “It means I’m about to be forced into yet another pointless tradition.”

You hummed, tilting your head in thought. “I was thinking of getting you dark chocolate.”

Wednesday paused. Her gaze flickered to you, analyzing. She had never told you that dark chocolate was the only exception to her disdain for sweets. She had never mentioned it, never given any indication of preference. And yet—You had known.

“Fine,” she relented. “But if it’s disgusting, I reserve the right to throw it away in front of you.”

You giggled, looping your arm through hers before she could protest. “I’ll take my chances.”

Wednesday looked away. She was losing this battle.

And she did not know whether she wanted to win it at all.

The theme park was exactly as Wednesday had predicted.

Loud. Chaotic. A breeding ground for idiocy.

Yet, with you beside her, something about it didn’t seem quite as unbearable.

Enid was unusually insistent throughout the night, always rushing ahead, always the first to purchase the tickets before Wednesday could so much as reach for her wallet.

Every time Wednesday attempted to intervene, Enid waved her off, claiming it was “her treat.” so, Wednesday let it go.

For now.

Eugene, on the other hand, seemed to be having the time of his life, camera in hand, clicking away at anything and everything that caught his eye.

"Hey," you said, turning to Wednesday, a thoughtful expression crossing your face. "Do you want a picture of us?" you asked.

Wednesday blinked.

You smiled.

"Just you and me," you clarified. "You should have one of us. Just us."

And Wednesday— She did not understand why she felt that small, inexplicable pang in her chest. But she found herself turning to Eugene anyway.

"Eugene," she said, drawing his attention.

The boy perked up, lowering his camera slightly.

"Yeah?"

"Take a photo," she instructed.

Eugene hesitated for only a moment before giving a small smile.

"Of course!"

He lifted the camera, adjusting the focus.

Wednesday stood still.

You stepped closer.

Your arm brushed against hers.

Her fingers twitched.

The flash went off.

Eugene lowered the camera, beaming.

"Got it!"

You turned to Wednesday, smiling.

That ridiculous urge.

That stupid, utterly nonsensical pull to return the expression.

She swallowed it down.

The night carried on, but something had shifted.

Wednesday felt it.

Felt it in the way she found herself watching you more often than necessary.

Felt it in the way she could not bring herself to pull away when you stood just a little too close.

This was dangerous.

She knew that.

She had always known that.

But she was beginning to wonder—

Had she already lost?

Wednesday’s mood was dark.

Then again, when was it not?

Everything was dull.

Everything was predictable.

Everything was exactly as it always was.

And then—

There were you...

Damn you.

It was infuriating, how easily you shifted her world, how something as simple as your presence sent a ripple through the void she had spent years cultivating.

“You’re late,” you said, teasing.

Wednesday scoffed. “I am not late. You are simply too eager.”

You grinned and without warning, you slipped your hand into hers.

Wednesday nearly flinched, not from the touch itself, but from the way it sent an unfamiliar jolt through her veins.

"Let’s sit somewhere else today," you said, tugging her toward the farther end of the courtyard.

She let you. Gladly.

The day passed in a blur of you.

You and your endless chatter, your soft laughter, your ridiculous stories that she pretended not to find amusing.

She let herself indulge in your company, allowed herself this moment of peace.

Just you and her.

Nothing else.

Just silence when she wanted silence.

Just your voice when she wanted to hear it.

Just you.

"I have something for you," you had said when you pulled her towards your dorm.

And sitting on your bed was— Oh no.

No, absolutely not.

You picked it up with a smile, cradling it in your hands like it was some great treasure before turning to her with the brightest expression.

"It’s for you," you said, holding it out. "Today is Teddy Day."

Wednesday stared.

At the scorpion plush toy in your hands.

She folded her arms. "I do not collect foolish, sentimental objects," she stated flatly. “I refuse to accept this.”

Your face fell, and something in her chest tightened, an invisible fist curling around something delicate and fragile.

She hated that expression.

Hated it more than anything.

Then you spoke, voice softer this time. “You don’t have to keep it. I just… I saw it, and I thought of you.”

Damn you.

Wednesday clenched her jaw.

She could not allow herself to care.

She could not allow herself to be weak.

But your eyes—

Your eyes.

With an exasperated huff, she stuffed the plushie into her bag, shoving it deep inside as though trying to erase the evidence of her own surrender.

And your face—

Lit up.

You beamed at her, eyes shining with something warm and unbearable, something Wednesday did not have the capacity to name.

And she—

She did not regret it.

Back in her dorm, the plushie sat at the foot of her bed.

Wednesday stared at it.

It was mocking her.

That ridiculous, soft-bodied thing with its beady, lifeless eyes.

A cruel joke. Mocking her of her surrender, of her growing vulnerability.

She was still staring at it when the door opened.

"Wednesday?... Did Y/N give it to you?"

Wednesday turned to her, brow furrowing slightly.

"What kind of question is that?"

Enid shifted on her feet, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her sweater.

"Who else would have the audacity to give me something like this?" Wednesday added, crossing her arms.

Enid’s lips pressed together.

"And even if someone else did, do you truly believe I would accept something this absurd from anyone other than Y/N?"

A pause.

A long, suffocating pause.

Then—

Enid forced a small smile.

"Yeah… yeah, you’re right."

She glanced at the plushie once more, an unreadable look flickering across her face before she sighed.

"I'm sleeping in Yoko's room tonight," she said suddenly. "Um… call me if you need anything, okay?"

Wednesday tilted her head slightly.

"Why?"

Enid hesitated. Then, she shook her head.

"No reason. Just… I think I should."

She turned to leave.

Wednesday watched her go, something unsettling curling in her stomach.

The door clicked shut. Wednesday turned her gaze back to the plushie.

It sat there, unmoving.

She narrowed her eyes at it.

Then, slowly, she reached out, her fingers brushing against the fabric.

Soft.

She scowled.

And yet, she did not move it.

She wasn’t sure she ever would.

Wednesday awoke to the feeling of something watching her.

For a brief second, her instincts sharpened, body stiffening against the mattress as her mind prepared for an unseen threat. Her eyes snapped open right to the source of the threat.

The scorpion plushie.

It looked… smug.

Wednesday scowled. "What?" she almost asked, but she bit her tongue, pressing her lips into a thin line.

She wasn’t crazy. She wasn’t about to speak to an inanimate object.

With a slow exhale, she sat up. She knew what day it was.

Not because she had been keeping track of the dates, but because of you. Because whatever ridiculous Valentine’s tradition was set for today, she knew without a doubt that you would follow it.

And she—

She would not be able to refuse you.

And worst of all?

She didn't want to refuse you.

And now, sitting beside you, on the wooden bench tucked away near the greenhouse, she had to ask "What tradition do you have today?"

You blinked, taken aback, before breaking into soft laughter.

"You’re seriously asking that?"

Wednesday rolled her eyes.

"I suppose I should prepare myself before it hits me out of nowhere."

You giggled again, "Promise Day. Today is Promise Day."

Wednesday hummed. That seemed… easy enough. She could not recall a single promise she had made in her lifetime, but if that was the tradition for today, surely there was nothing too outrageous you had in store.

"So," she asked, glancing at you from the corner of her eye. "What do you have planned?"

You smiled.

But this time—

This time, Wednesday saw it.

The sadness behind it.

"Hmm," you hummed, looking down at your hands. "I did have it planned, to promise you—" your voice softened, "to be yours forever, to be with you forever, to love your darkness and all, to die for you and all, but I think you would puke from that, so…"

You looked up at her again, eyes gentle, expression unreadable.

"I promise to… live for you."

Wednesday stared.

"Live for me?" she echoed, voice quieter than she intended.

You nodded, a small, knowing smile playing at your lips.

"Yeah. I probably would."

Wednesday didn’t know what to say.

Live for her.

It was a statement she didn’t fully understand.

Dying for someone had always been the more poetic sentiment, had it not? The ultimate sacrifice, the ultimate declaration of devotion. But living for someone?

That was… heavier. More... terrifying.

"You haven’t made any promises to anyone before, have you?" you asked, tilting your head slightly, studying her with those eyes that always saw too much.

Wednesday shook her head.

"Promises feel… vulnerable," she admitted.

She never liked owing people anything.

"I’ll make it easy for you, then."

You turned fully to her, your eyes searching hers, locking onto them in a way that made her feel trapped yet unwilling to break free.

"Just promise me one thing," you said.

She inhaled, steady, controlled.

"What is it?"

Your voice was quiet when you spoke again.

"Promise to remember me forever."

Wednesday’s breath caught in her throat.

It was such a simple request.

So simple, and yet—

Something about it unsettled her.

Remember you forever?

She already knew she would.

Even if she had never promised it, even if you had never asked, even if the years passed and you drifted away, Wednesday knew—

She would remember you.

For the rest of her days.

She looked at you then, really looked at you, and for the first time, she felt as though she could not move, could not breathe, could not think— all she could do... was nod.

"I promise."

Wednesday had endured many things in her life—pain, loss, the unrelenting presence of insipid social interactions.

But nothing tested her patience quite like the traditions you insisted on following this week.

Not that she was complaining. Not that she would ever complain about you.

Hug Day had been unnecessary.

You had hugged her before—more than once. The first time had been abrupt, unexpected, and Wednesday had frozen like a marble statue, uncertain of what to do with herself. Since then, you had learned not to expect reciprocation, but that never stopped you from wrapping your arms around her. It was infuriating how you always found an excuse—whether it was a casual farewell, a moment of comfort, or simply because you felt like it.

So, Wednesday dismissed Hug Day as redundant.

But then?

There was "Kiss day".

Your lips were on hers.

The graveyard was silent, save for the whisper of the wind through the skeletal branches of nearby trees.

You had kissed before too, albeit rarely. Once, when emotions had overwhelmed you both. Another time, when you had stolen one on impulse, grinning against her lips before pulling away. Wednesday had tolerated it, even if her pulse had betrayed her each time.

But today?

It was reckless.

It was utterly inappropriate.

And that's why, it was perfect.

Wednesday had never imagined herself indulging in such foolishness, but if there was ever a way to win her over, you had found it. Grave digging to set the mood? You understood her in ways others never could.

The ghosts of this graveyard were probably awkwardly witnessing the entire ordeal.

Wednesday didn’t care.

She wasn’t going to stop.

Your lips tasted like roses and vanilla.

How was that even possible?

She didn’t know, and she didn’t care. Because whatever it was, it was addicting. When you pulled back, your breath ghosting against her lips, you giggled, and the sound shot straight through her.

“We should probably run before security comes in,” you whispered, amusement laced in your voice.

You didn’t wait for her response.

You simply took her hand, fingers lacing through hers, and ran.

And, God help her, she let you.

It was nearly 3 a.m. She and you had barely made it back inside undetected, skillfully avoiding any patrolling staff or wandering students, especially with you by her side, suppressing your giggles. She had ignored your teasing, had merely shot you a sharp look before slipping through the entrance, not bothering to check if you followed because she already knew you did. You always did.

When she finally reached her dorm, she was careful as she turned the knob, pushing the door open just enough to slip inside without a sound. But the moment she stepped in, she halted.

Enid was awake.

She was standing on her side of the room, her arms crossed, her eyes wide and glassy. She looked… angry. Or maybe distressed. Wednesday couldn't quite tell.

“Where the hell have you been?” There was no teasing lilt, no dramatic flair, no usual exaggeration Enid often used when scolding her. It was raw. Unfiltered. Desperate.

Wednesday narrowed her eyes, “I was with Y/n.”

She thought that would be enough.

It wasn’t.

Enid sighed, the kind of sigh that came from deep within, like she had been holding something in for too long and now it was spilling out in a single breath. Wednesday didn’t like it. Not one bit.

But Enid didn’t say anything else.

She just turned away, muttering a quiet “Goodnight,” before climbing into bed, pulling the blankets over herself without another word.

For a long moment, Wednesday stood there, staring at the lump of her roommate beneath the sheets, her mind working through a hundred different possibilities. But Enid had already curled away from her, body tense, and Wednesday had no patience for dealing with that now.

Something about the whole exchange sat wrong with her.

But she was too tired to push for answers.

The next morning, she awoke with an excruciating pounding in her skull.

Her first thought was to blame you.

After all, this was your fault. If you hadn’t dragged her into that entire graveyard escapade, she wouldn’t be in this state. But the moment that thought crossed her mind, she dismissed it. Because, realistically, she had let herself go with you.

She had let herself kiss you.

She had let herself enjoy it.

And now here she was, lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, her temples throbbing, her body weighed down by exhaustion, her head filled with thoughts she didn't have the patience to analyze.

She groaned, pressing her fingers to her forehead.

This headache needed to be dealt with.

She sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed, glancing around the room. Enid’s bed was empty.

Weird.

Enid was rarely up before her. The girl had a terrible habit of sleeping in, only dragging herself out of bed when absolutely necessary. But this morning, she was already gone.

Wednesday didn’t dwell on it.

She had other priorities.

Today was the cursed day.

Valentine’s Day.

She wasn’t sure what you had planned, but she knew you had something planned. You wouldn’t let this day pass by without doing something ridiculous, without showering her in affection she never asked for but didn’t hate.

Once dressed, she stepped out, making her way toward the infirmary.

Pain wasn’t something she feared. She had endured worse things than a simple headache. But headaches were bothersome and if there was one thing she despised, it was being in a bad mood and unintentionally taking it out on you. And today was special to you. She didn’t want to taint it with unnecessary irritability.

The school was already bustling with activity. Students roamed the corridors, their chatter laced with excitement, their hands holding flowers, chocolates, small wrapped gifts. Decorations had been put up—heart-shaped banners, pink and red ribbons, utterly nauseating displays of romance.

Wednesday ignored it all, making her way toward the infirmary, her mind already calculating the fastest way to get what she needed and leave before anyone attempted to drag her into their mindless festivities.

She turned the corner, reaching the infirmary doors—

And then she stopped.

Through the small gap in the door, she saw them.

Her parents.

Standing inside the infirmary.

Her stomach twisted, something sharp and cold curling in her chest.

What the hell were they doing here?

They never visited without warning, without reason.

And they weren’t alone.

Principal Weems was there, Eugene was there too, his expression tense. Bianca stood near him, her usual confident and smug expression absent.

And then there was Enid.

She had been crying.

Wednesday’s stomach twisted at the sight.

“—she’s been like this for too long,” Principal Weems said, her voice softer than usual. “We ignored it at first, thinking it would pass, but clearly, it hasn’t.”

“She’s always been prone to obsession,” Morticia’s voice followed, carrying the usual elegance, but beneath it was something else. Concern. Worry. “We thought it was just her nature, but…”

“This is different,” Weems murmured. “It’s unhealthy.”

Unhealthy? Wednesday’s brows furrowed.

"Not surprising," Bianca added, arms crossing over her chest. "Have you ever tried reasoning with Wednesday? She doesn’t let go of things. Even when she should.”

Something in her tone made Wednesday's stomach twist unpleasantly.

“She doesn’t remember,” Eugene spoke up, his voice softer than the others, hesitant.

“She won’t remember unless she chooses to,” the doctor’s voice chimed in, steady and clinical. “It was the pain’s doing—not the physical pain, but the mental one. Trauma can manifest in many ways, but in her case… she rewrote the narrative entirely.”

Rewrote?

“We should have intervened earlier,” Weems admitted “I saw the signs, but I thought—”

“None of us knew how bad it would get,” Bianca interjected. “We all thought… she just needed time."

Time for what?

Morticia let out a quiet sigh, “My poor raven…”

“What do we do?” Enid’s voice felt like she was about to break down. “She’s my best friend, but I can’t keep watching her like this. I just can’t.”

“She needs to understand the truth,” Weems said. “She needs to accept it.”

There was a long silence, then Gomez spoke, his voice heavier than she had ever heard it.

“She won’t be able to,” he said. “Not when it comes to Y/n.”

Something inside Wednesday snapped.

She pushed the door open with more force than necessary, the sudden intrusion making everyone jump.

“What on earth are you talking about?” she demanded, her dark eyes narrowing as she took in every guilty, startled expression. “What about Y/n?”

Morticia stepped forward instinctively, her features soft with something resembling sympathy. “Cara mia, you need to—”

“I will slaughter every single person in this room without any remorse if you don’t tell me right now what the hell you’re talking about.”

The room fell silent.

Enid let out a sharp, broken breath before her face crumpled. Her tears fell freely now as she shook her head, her hands balled into fists.

"Why, Wednesday?" her voice cracked. “Why don’t you get it? Why can't you move on?! She was my best friend too!" She sucked in a breath, her voice shaking. "It hurts me too! Just as much as it hurts you. I try to move on, I try so hard, but you—” Her voice broke, her whole body trembling. "You keep bringing it back..."

Move on?

Wednesday’s head throbbed, the pain behind her skull intensifying.

“What are you blabbering about, Sinclair?” she snapped, taking a step forward, but Enid didn't step back.

Wednesday’s vision blurred for a second, a sharp pain stabbing through her skull. Her hands flew to her temples, trying to steady herself.

“Stop,” she gritted out, but Enid wasn’t done. She moved to Eugene, snatching a piece of paper from his trembling hands before shoving it into Wednesday’s grip.

“Then look,” Enid whispered.

Wednesday stared at the paper in her hands. Slowly, hesitantly, she turned it over.

It was a picture.

Wednesday stared at it.

The room around her didn’t exist anymore.

A picture taken on Chocolate Day, the day they had all gone to the theme park. She remembered asking Eugene to take it. She remembered standing beside you, close enough to feel your warmth, your presence.

But—

You weren’t in it.

Wednesday’s breath caught.

You had been there. She knew you had.

She remembered your laughter, the way you had smiled at her just before the picture was taken.

But in the photo, there was only her.

She was standing there, alone.

Her hands started shaking.

A sharp, white-hot pain struck her head, forcing her to clutch her temple, her vision blurring at the edges. And then—

A flash.

Your smile.

Your touch.

Your hands in hers.

And then—

Blood.

So much blood.

You.

Bleeding.

On the road.

She was just with you last night.

You kissed her.

She felt you.

Her breathing hitched, uneven, ragged.

Wednesday gasped, her knees nearly buckling as she clutched at her head.

"Ugh," she hissed, squeezing her eyes shut.

Memories.

They were flooding in too fast, unraveling, slipping through her fingers like grains of sand.

This wasn’t right.

None of this was right.

Someone reached for her—Morticia, maybe—but Wednesday staggered back.

No.

No, she couldn’t be here.

She needed—

She needed to find you.

Without another word, she turned and ran.

Wednesday ran.

The corridors of Nevermore stretched endlessly before her, dark and empty, but she didn't care. Her breath came in sharp, ragged gasps, but she didn't slow down. She couldn't.

You were waiting for her.

Somewhere in this cursed school, you were there.

The Weathervane. The scent of coffee and rain hanging in the air. Your hand in hers, fingers curled so delicately, so warmly around her own. You had smiled, eyes glimmering with something soft, something she never understood back then.

"Promise me something?" you had said.

She could hear her own voice, steady, unwavering, always so sure. "That depends on what you ask."

"Just remember me. Forever."

Wednesday had scoffed, rolling her eyes. "As if I could ever forget you."

The pain in her skull, the way her vision blurred at the edges—none of it mattered. She just had to get to you. She had to see you.

You, standing beside her at the crosswalk. It was late. The street was empty, save for the occasional flicker of headlights in the distance. She had been looking at you instead of watching the road. You were looking back, smiling at her.

The walking signal turned green.

You took a step forward. She took a step forward.

Your fingers tightened in hers. The light breeze had ruffled your hair, and the city lights reflected in your eyes. You looked—

Beautiful.

Headlights.

She saw it coming from the corner of her eye, but you didn’t.

Wednesday felt her heart lurch, felt the impossible, horrifying force of something being torn from her grasp.

Your hand wrenched out of hers.

The sound of flesh hitting metal. The sickening crunch of bone.

And then—

Flowers.

So many flowers.

Crimson seeping into the petals, staining the sidewalk in a bloom of red.

Wednesday gasped, her knees nearly buckling as she turned the corner, her body screaming at her to stop, to slow down, to breathe.

But she couldn’t.

No.

No, you were here.

You had to be here.

She would find you.

The greenhouse came into view.

The door was already slightly ajar, a soft golden glow spilling out into the night.

Her pulse pounded.

She stepped inside.

And there you were.

You were kneeling beside the roses you planted for her, fingertips grazing over the petals with the same delicate care you had always possessed. Your lips curled into a small smile as you glanced up at her, as if nothing had changed, as if nothing had ever happened.

"Help me water the roses, Wednesday," you said, tilting your head.

Her throat tightened.

She didn't speak, didn't ask, didn't demand an explanation—she simply moved.

She picked up the watering can, stepping beside you. She poured. Water spilled over the petals of a black and red rose, dark like ink, deep like blood.

Finally, you dusted your hands against your skirt and looked at her.

And she—

She looked at you.

Her throat ached. “You’re here.”

“Of course I am,” you said. “You found me, didn’t you?”

Wednesday exhaled slowly, carefully. “I always do.”

"Even when I’m gone?"

Something twisted in Wednesday’s stomach. "You’re not gone."

You exhaled softly. "Wednesday…"

"You’re here," she cut in, her jaw tightening. "You’re right here."

Your expression softened, something unbearably sad settling into your features. "I’m sorry."

She hated that.

Hated the way you said it like this was your fault, like you had done something wrong.

"Don’t apologize."

You let out a small, hollow laugh. "Still stubborn as ever, huh?"

"You always liked that about me." She said.

"I still do." There was something about the way you looked at her that made her feel—

Like the world had stopped spinning.

Like time had folded in on itself, just to give her these few stolen moments with you.

Like nothing outside of this greenhouse mattered.

And yet—

Something inside her twisted.

She clenched her jaw, trying to steady herself. “Why?”

Your eyes softened. “Why what?”

Her hands curled into fists at her sides. “Why do you keep leaving me?”

Silence stretched between you for a moment. You hesitated, then reached out, your fingers ghosting over her wrist before pulling back, like you weren’t sure if she would let you.

She hated that.

She caught your hand, gripping it tightly.

You looked at her, something unreadable flashing across your face.

“I never wanted to leave,” you whispered.

Wednesday swallowed.

“You—” she exhaled sharply, her voice unsteady, weak. She hated it. “You made a promise to me.”

“I did.”

“To stay.”

“I know.”

Wednesday’s chest ached. “You broke it.”

You were quiet.

Her grip on your hand tightened. “You left me.”

“I didn’t want to.”

“That doesn’t matter,” she snapped. “You did.”

"Wednesday…"

She refused to look away.

If she looked away, you might disappear.

You took a step forward.

She stayed perfectly still.

"You’ve always been so strong," you whispered. "Stronger than anyone I’ve ever met. But even the strongest people need to let go sometimes."

Her throat tightened. "I don’t want to let go."

"I know." You smiled, but it was laced with sadness. "But you have to."

"No."

"Wednesday…"

"No!" Her voice cracked, her fingers twitching at her sides. "I don’t— I don’t want to move on. I don’t want to forget. I don’t want to wake up tomorrow and have you be gone—"

"You won’t forget me," you interrupted, reaching up, your fingers brushing lightly against her cheek. "You’ll never forget me.

She shuddered under your touch, something inside her cracking open.

She had spent weeks—months—pretending, denying, refusing to see what had been in front of her all along. She had forced herself to hold onto you so tightly that she never realized—

You were never really there.

Not anymore.

She clenched her jaw. “Are you—” her voice wavered, breaking before she could stop it. “Are you real?”

You smiled.

“I am real, as long as you want me to be.”

Your hand was warm against her skin. She closed her eyes and leaned into the touch before she could stop herself.

She didn’t want to stop herself.

The warmth of your touch.

The soft press of your fingertips.

The headache that had been suffocating her, dulled into nothingness.

The ache in her chest, the suffocating weight—gone.

She had been drowning for so long.

But now, just for a moment, she felt like she could breathe.

Wednesday inhaled sharply, eyes locking onto yours.

You were still smiling at her. Still looking at her like she was something precious, something worth remembering.

And for the first time in what felt like forever—

She let herself smile back.

“So,” you murmured, your voice soft, teasing, familiar. “How do you want to spend Valentine’s Day, Woe?

[Author's note: Yeah, I know, don't hate me for this. The first version had an even sadder ending than this lol, Sooo, how was this Valentine's angst?]

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helen-with-an-a · 2 months ago

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Hi, this is Part 2 of the Senses story that came out a few weeks ago, I hope you enjoy.

Sight : Sound : Smell : Taste : Touch : Cryptaesthesia

Jessie Fleming x Putellas!Reader

Description: R just loves the sound of Jessie's voice

You were never much of a talker. Anyone who knew you well was painfully aware of this. Maybe it was because you grew up with Alexia and Alba as your older sisters, maybe it was because you never felt like what you had to say would be listened too. But either way, you weren't much of a talker.

Alexia seemed to understand this though, much better than Alba did anyway. She'd spent years deciphering what each nod, each eyebrow twitch, each small smile meant. Whereas Alba had tried to force you out of your shell through demanding conversation, Alexia let you be.

It wasn't until you moved to Chelsea that she realised how hard you not talking truly was. There were times when she’d joke that getting you to talk on the phone was like pulling teeth, but it was only half a joke. She wanted to connect to check in on you, especially after you’d moved to London. At first, she insisted on calling you every single day, determined to make sure you were okay, that you were adjusting to your new life. You knew her intentions were wrapped in love, but each call felt like a marathon, leaving you emotionally drained as you struggled to fill the silences with words that just wouldn’t come.

It wasn’t until your Mamí stepped in that Alexia reluctantly agreed to cut back on her calls to just twice a week. You loved your sister fiercely, and the last thing you wanted was for her to think you didn’t want to hear from her. But the truth was, each conversation could feel overwhelming. Growing up, you watched Alexia light up any room she entered, effortlessly holding conversations and making connections, no matter how awkward she seemed. While you always preferred the quiet comfort of being a listener. You were the shy girl, the introvert at heart, finding refuge in the background.

For you, being able to fully know someone without the need for words, was all that you were truly after. Your sisters always said that it was a foolish thing to wish for. That the only way you could completely know someone was through talking. But you had always thought differently. To be so in synch with someone that you knew exactly what they wanted, what they were thinking just by the way they held their coffee cup, or looked out the window. That was what love truly was to you.

Jessie understood that in a way that felt almost magical. She had an innate ability to sense when you needed silence instead of chatter. On days when talking was the last thing you wanted to do, she would never push you to be anyone but yourself. She was perfectly content to create a cosy little bubble of comfort, filled with unspoken understanding. You’d often find yourself nestled against her, your head resting on her chest, lulled by the gentle rhythm of her breathing as she lost herself in her book.

“Can you read to me, mi vida?” you murmured one evening, your voice thick with sleepiness, your accent a bit more pronounced than usual. The sound of your soft, sleepy voice made Jessie’s heart flutter, and she felt herself swooning at how natural it felt for you to call her that. It was moments like these that she had sort so desperately as a teenager. And now that she had them, had you, she was never going to give that up.

Jessie laughed lightly, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face as she asked, “You want to know about the crater that’s been discovered that might have killed the dinosaurs?”

“No,” you replied, a lazy smile spreading across your face. “But I like hearing your voice.” As you looked up at her, your eyes sparkled with the quiet affection she cherished beyond anything else.

Smiling, she leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You’re too sweet, baby,” she whispered, her voice warm and playful. Clearing her throat, she traced lazy circles on your shoulder with her fingers, settling back into her book.

With each word she spoke, her voice wove a calm, soothing rhythm that wrapped around you like a soft blanket. You felt yourself drifting, the stresses of the day, of life itself, melting away as you surrendered to the peaceful atmosphere she created. Jessie read on, her fingers brushing gently through your hair, another reminder that sometimes this simple closeness was all you needed.

As Jessie continued to read, you let your eyes flutter shut, surrendering to the warmth. The gentle cadence of her voice, blended with the soft rustling of the pages, pulled you deeper into a peaceful state. You could feel the steady rise and fall of her chest beneath your head, the comfort of her heartbeat syncing with your own, pulling you deeper into sleep's embrace.

You drifted in and out of sleep, caught in that dreamy state where reality softened at the edges. In those moments, you felt safe, safer than you ever had before. It was a feeling you hadn’t fully appreciated until Jessie had entered your life. Here, in this little bubble, there were no expectations or pressures; just a simple, shared understanding. Even when you were with your sisters, they always wanted something, asking you to move over, or change the TV channel, or tell them about what was happening in your life. Jessie never asked for more than you were willing to give.

Jessie paused mid-sentence, and you stirred slightly, the sudden quiet bringing back to consciousness. “Que esta mal?” you murmured, blinking up at her, your eyebrows creasing in concern, your mind still hazy from sleep.

“Nothing, just… I was thinking,” she said, her fingers pausing on the page. Her eyes softened as she looked down at you. “I love these quiet moments with you. It’s like we’re in our own little world.” Her sincerity washed over you like a warm wave, your heart swelling at her words.

You nodded, a sleepy smile forming on your lips. “Yo también,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. “It feels nice to just be together like this.” You shifted slightly, snuggling closer against her, drawing comfort from her warmth. "I've never had this before."

Jessie chuckled softly, her laughter gentle. “Es perfecto,” she said, her tone playful. “Especially when I get to read you random facts about dinosaurs and craters.”

“I love your random facts,” you laughed, your smile growing wider.

With a grin, she set the book aside, allowing the silence to settle around you again. “We have to leave soon, you're Mamí and Alba are landing at 6” she reminded you, her fingers still gently stroking your hair.

“Just stay here for a bit longer?” you suggested, your voice soft. Yes, you had missed Alba so much, and your Mamí even more, but they would have to wait a little longer. You sighed happily, feeling your body melt against Jessie.

“Of course,” Jessie promised, her voice low and soothing. She leaned back against the headboard again, adjusting slightly to accommodate you better, and you couldn’t help but feel a rush of affection for her – a deep gratitude for how effortlessly she understood you.

Time seemed to slow, and you found yourself lost in the rhythm of her heartbeat and the gentle rise and fall of her chest. Eventually, the outside world faded even further away, and you felt your eyelids grow heavy once more.

Just before you drifted off again, Jessie’s voice broke the silence, this time filled with playful curiosity. “You know, if we keep spending all our time like this, I might get a little spoiled,” she teased, her tone light.

You smirked, peeking up at her. “Spoiled?”

“Like, I’ll want to keep you all to myself,” she said, her smile turning mischievous. “Just me, you, in the quiet, for the rest of our lives.”

Your heart raced at the thought, warmth blooming in your chest. “Well, if you’re going to spoil me, I suppose I can handle that,” you replied, your voice laced with teasing agreement.

“Good,” she said with a grin. "Go to sleep, sweetheart. I'll wake you with enough time to get ready."

"Bueno, mi vida. Te amo," you mumbled, already half asleep.

"I love you too, baby." She smiled down at you, her fingers tracing soothing patterns across your shoulders. "Sweet dreams."

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shanastoryteller · 9 months ago

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Happy Pride ! PJO or Time Travel drarry if you please ? Thank you !!

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5

Poseidon hadn’t known what to expect, when he’d found Sally near hysterical and their son’s empty room, when he’d gone to the armory and found a sword missing from the armory with comical IOU scratched in it’s place. He had thought Sally’s mortal mind simply did not have an appreciation for scale, that a teenage demigod was far enough from a seven year old one as to appear closer to a god than a mortal.

He'd underestimated Sally. Not the first time. Hopefully the last.

Percy, nearly fully grown, tips his head back and meets his gaze evenly. He understands why Sally mistook them at first glance.

He doesn’t know if he’s ever had a demigod child take after him quite this starkly before.

“Your mother is beside herself.”

Percy winces, pulling a knee to his chest. “Yeah. The Mist is taking care of the mortal stuff, right? No one’s blaming her for anything.”

Poseidon’s lips thin. “No. Your lack of presence is simply being – ignored.”

Demigod children die young all the time. It wouldn’t do for mortal law enforcement to look into it to closely.

“That’s good,” Percy says. “I should call her. I just don’t know what to say.”

“Why did you call me?” he asks, instead of any of the other questions he’s burning to know the answers to. Just meeting him has been enough to answer some of them.

Persephone’s influence lingers around him so powerfully that if he didn’t know better, he’d be questioning if Percy was his son rather than hers.

He resists the urge to ask after the child version of his son. Sally has already said that Percy doesn’t know, and besides, the difference is not as jarring for him as it was for Sally. He has very little to compare him to.

Percy shrugs. It’s insolent and leaves Poseidon wondering what type of relationship they have in the future that Percy is both this easy in his presence and that Poseidon allowed his son to do something this monumentally stupid in the first place.

Then again, with Persephone’s hand in this, it’s likely he had very little say in it.

“You and Mom are the only ones who know who I am,” he says. Percy couldn’t have known that he’d spoken to his mother before calling him, but he supposes that’s irrelevant. He knows his blood. Barring that, he knows his own eyes. “I guess I just – will you look out for them? If something happens to me?”

Poseidon looks over at the cliff’s edge, at the three sleeping children huddled around a dying flame. Athena, his enemy. Hermes, who he’s never called a friend. Zeus, who’s child shouldn’t even exist, although he acknowledges the irony there. “Is she the child of prophecy, then? Is that what all this is about?”

“She’s a child,” Percy says, voice suddenly hard. “They all are. Isn’t that enough?”

Ah. There’s Sally in him.

“Are you not also a child?” he asks gently.

He snorts. “No. Technically, barely, but not really. This isn’t about me.”

Poseidon thinks it is. He doesn’t see how Percy can be this impossible and this powerful and have this not be about him.

He thinks he knows exactly why Percy has traveled to the past. He doubts it was Persephone’s intention, because she knows better than to believe this is a plan that could work, but maybe it doesn’t have to. She’s clever enough to account for Percy’s choices.

Instead of saying any of that, he rests his hand on Percy’s shoulder. He’s gratified when he leans into it. He must not have been too terrible a father. “You are my child.”

“Dad,” he sighs.

Poseidon squeezes before letting go. “Alright. If something happens to you, I’ll look out for your strays.”

“They’re my friends,” he corrects, but Poseidon is already leaving.

Athena’s child is stirring. It would be just like her get to see something she shouldn’t and wreck his son’s plans, foolish as they may be.

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Tighnari ♡⊹˚ Heated mind (NSFW)

✧˖°. Summary: An Amurta student gets stationed in Gandharva Ville to practice medicine, growing a bond with Tighnari. Becoming quite close, Tighnari finds himself in a predicament that hits him like a truck right around the time his heat starts up.

fem. reader (3rd person) ; plot with concluding smut ; cw for breeding, character in heat.

8k words.

notes. Starting off strong lmao- This idea has literally been stuck in my head for days! I can’t get over the idea of Tighnari in heat. Just. Just. Just. Oh my good lord. No thoughts head empty just Tighnari in heat, needy as well as confused over his ordeal. Enjoy! ✧˖°.

Tighnari considered himself a busy man. The life of a forest watcher was certainly not easy, yet he thought it was all the more fulfilling. Between training the rangers stationed with him and studying the ecosystems of the rainforests of Sumeru, the young researcher never thought over anything else. For quite a while, he was very content.

That was, until he had what, in hindsight, would be a fateful encounter.

Many would pass between Gandharva Ville, including from other lands as well as from within their main city. He was used to dealing with people, being a very educated and overall pleasant person to speak with; in fact, more so when the topic at hand regarded either the ecosystems or anything else biology related. Collei would usually direct curious folk to him so Tighnari would indulge in any questions they might have, as well as, maybe, the occasional request if it was deemed appropriate. It was, for most, a most agreeable arrangement.

It started that way, in fact. An agreeable arrangement. A young woman, an Amurta student from the Akademiya, had been stationed in Gandharva Ville so she could practice the medicine that she’d learned. After all, no doctor could graduate without eventually moving on to the nitty and gritty. It was something most in the branch were nervous about, and the scent in the air upon her first arrival was definitely noticed. Nervousness, but also excitement. The promising student was more than ready to begin her practical studies amidst the forest rangers, and Tighnari saw no reason for denying her a station. After all, it would be most hypocritical of him not to, as a researcher himself.

Besides, perhaps the scolding of an outsider would do well to his rangers. Some were too used to ignoring his (frankly, undeniably justified!) ‘harsh’ reprimands.

She was very pleasant to work with, thankfully. A kind spirit who got along well with most, determination glowing from her very being. Tighnari worried their lifestyle would somehow be incompatible with her own, given the lack of readily available supplies in Gandharva Ville for a nearly graduating doctor, yet he found she would very easily adapt herself.

“Thank you for your concern, wholeheartedly!” She would beam with positive radiance, all the while still holding a twinge of formality in the way she addressed him. Sure, he was technically her senior, but Tighnari wasn’t one to care for such things. “However, I’ll manage. I just wish for you to count on me whenever needed!”

Oh, she was needed alright. The forest rangers were… Clumsy, to be gentle. Airheaded at best, undeniably, stupidly foolish at worst. Tighnari gave them the needed manual for a reason, yet some would find a way to consume something they shouldn’t and it would end in potential disaster being averted, or get injured upon not being careful enough in analyzing the area they were assigned to.

A few were even obtuse enough to run off into the forest and find some time to fool around in ways that were more noticeable than they’d like to think. Tighnari’s ears were as sharp as they could come, and if distance wasn’t the issue, the odors they’d return with sure gave everything away. Ah, and the avoidance of his gaze was surely a telltale sign.

To say the least, disappointment had become something deeply embedded with the job.

“That’s just a part of life.” [F/N] would calmly state, shrugging her shoulders whenever the inexperienced forest rangers were caught in anything less than savory. That had, apparently, become more of a routine between a particular couple than what their master would enjoy. “Curiosity is bound to sprout with any sort of attraction. The important thing is to ensure you’re both safe, lest we want to end up in a compromising predicament mhm?”

“Y-Yes, miss [F/N]...” The embarrassment was palpable amongst the pair, it being amplified with the indifference their stationed doctor displayed. Surely, they thought, they were being judged by a mile away, even as the medicine student gave them the best contraceptive she had readily available before they leaped out of the spot.

“You’re far too lenient.” Tighnari’s voice could be heard as he entered her tent in their stead, catching the smile that blossomed on her face. He on the other hand crossed his arms, a small sigh leaving his lips as he shook his head. “They’re being irresponsible by doing such activities during their shifts!”

“I’m not disagreeing with you, you know…” She laughed softly, getting up before rearranging her small wooden box of emergency medication. Whilst ensuring everything was in its place, she continued to chat with him. “I just believe that tackling the issue with a more open mind will ease our way to the solution. If we shame them, they’ll just continue to try and do it in secret.”

She had to bite her tongue before she elaborated on how the female ranger had tried stealing one of the contraceptives from her small cabinet the day prior. Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to tell Tighnari, or another scolding would shower down heavier than the rain that would usually pour into the rainforest. Yes, [F/N] thought the more open approach was definitely a better arrangement, even if a fraction of the embarrassment it could be for the couple.

“Besides, it’s a natural part of life. Sex shouldn’t be demonized.”

“Well, with that I agree. I just-”

“Tighnari…” Her soft voice cut him off, though he didn’t quite mind. The Amurta student reached his side before placing an understanding hand on his shoulder, offering him a knowing smile. It certainly was a different dynamic from the one where they’d started off with, but the friendly relationship wasn’t at all unwelcomed. “Don’t worry, they’ll go back to normal soon enough. They’re just… Well, excuse me for a lack of better wording, but- Horny. Give them a few days to explore themselves and the high will soon die down.”

The forest ranger gave her a silent look - one his colorful irises spoke for themselves. One of a silent sigh, yet one that also agreed with her despite being tired of the ordeal. After all, Tighnari cared for their safety, and the mere thought of anyone getting frisky in the open wilderness was… Erhm, well… Conflicting, now that he thought about it.

“Oh, anyway, since you’re here,” Her tone shifted, clear excitement and curiosity peaking through as she turned around and walked across her small tent. His gaze followed her, fluffy ears perking up as his tail swayed. He knew all too well what that tone was reserved for. “I wanted to ask for your thoughts on something. I’m trying to adapt a medicinal brew that’s originally from Liyue, but I can’t quite match this last ingredient with one that may be available in the rainforest… Could you please give me your insight?”

How could he not? The mere spark in her eye was enough to fill his chest with a sense of validation, heart swelling up. Well, that’s what he thought it was, at least. It surely was pleasant to feel respected, as well as sought after for one’s own interpretations. Tighnari couldn’t possibly deny helping such a cause.

Well, in truth, Tighnari couldn’t possibly deny her. That hadn’t occurred to him yet, though. He simply chucked it all to [F/N] being a pleasant company to be around, especially with them having so much in common. Their love of biology and the intricacies of the ecosystems was merely enough to fuel their conversations for hours, lasting way longer than the oil lamps they’d burn to light them well into the night. He found her voice pleasant to listen to, a delight as her tone would shift higher and lower between her curiosity and her contemplation to whatever he had to add to the conversation. The way her eyes would sparkle in such a wondrous way, his reflection staring right back at him as her face would focus solely on him, illuminated by the warm light. His ears would adjust carefully, slowly, shifting ever so slightly so he’d listen to every little syllable she spoke, every little sound she made as his tail wagged slowly, like a trance, unbeknownst to him as well.

For quite a while, Tighnari was in blissful ignorance. He merely basked in her presence as one would delight in the sunlight of a spring’s afternoon, the warmth enveloping his very being as her fragrance engraved into him. The soft undertones of her natural scent became something he’d experience everyday, almost searching for it even without any clear intent, thinking of an interesting enough topic to discuss long after his legs had begun walking. [F/N]’s stay was well deep into several weeks at that point, and Tighnari didn’t even dare to think about her possible absence in the future. He’d found a companion in her, one he really enjoyed spending time with.

A mere friend, he thought.

“I need to return to the Akademiya.” [F/N] had repeated, her tone soft as she gave him a smile smaller than usual. Still, it remained radiant to his eyes despite the sudden clench from within his ribcage.

“Oh?” He cleared his throat, trying to lift his head in a natural manner to gaze at her once more. “How come?”

He suddenly felt his tongue bitter.

“Well, I need to submit the reports I’ve been working on…” She reminded him again, waving gently the stack of papers she carried in her arms. His unfocused face didn’t go unnoticed, prompting her to stare at him with a frown that tugged at his heartstrings in a way he couldn’t quite figure out. “Tighnari… Are you alright? You seem a little-”

“I’m fine, don’t worry about me!” He reassured her, getting up from his chair before rounding up his table. He forced a smile to his face, masking the sudden sadness he felt wash over him. “Have you re-read your papers? Gotta make sure everything is spotless before being submitted.”

A silent plea, please stay a little longer, take a little more time to be close to me. Though, he himself wasn’t fully aware of it, either.

“Yeah, spent the whole night last night reviewing it… I’m a little nervous, even though they’re just reports.” She laughed it off, his belly feeling as though it was suddenly swarmed with butterflies. “It’s not even my final paper and I’m already so stressed! What if I don’t meet the standard?”

“Are you serious?” He scoffed, hands resting on his hips before he offered her a more sincere smile. “[F/N], you’ll do great. I’ve not met a more hardworking student than you in a long time… I wholeheartedly believe in you.”

“Oh… Thank you, Tighnari.” It was her turn to feel butterflies suddenly blooming in her belly, silently praying he wouldn’t listen to the loud pitter patter of her heart.

The two of them remained still for a few seconds, though it felt more like an eternity. His eyes stared into hers, awkwardly shifting as if trying to find the words to speak. Please stay, Let me review the papers before you go?, I think I like you too much to have you leave, were all thoughts racing through his mind, some cutting off amidst the others as he watched her tuck some hair behind her ear. And feeling his gaze on her so intently, the sudden blush forming on her cheeks was inevitable as she finally spoke again.

“W-Well I, I should get going. Sumeru City isn’t far from here, but I can’t afford to be late…” Tighnari’s tail slowly lowered at those words, though his face remained supportive for her. “I’ll try to visit if I don’t get stationed here again. I really enjoyed your company, Tighnari.”

“Likewise.”

Amidst his lovesick thoughts, he couldn’t afford to say more. There was hope bubbling within him, she could get stationed in Gandharva Ville again. His tail raised a little at that, though he still watched as she inevitably left to return to the Akademiya. Most of the other rangers wished her well before she departed, and just like that, life returned to normal.

Her sudden absence was… Unexpectedly uncomfortable. There was a constant sense of dread within Tighnari’s stomach, one that had him wearily gaze around himself as his ears remained perked, twitching, unrested. He himself was unrested. The nights were long, the sounds of the frogs and the river under Gandharva Ville were no longer calming. It all felt suffocating, strangely quiet without the scent of the oil lamps burning besides him and [F/N], without her presence to soothe him. He’d toss and turn around his mattress, hot before feeling cold, hugging his tail close to himself before wanting to do nothing with it, getting a glass of water before trying to lay back down only to remain pacing until the sun rose again… It was getting rather stressful, ridiculous even.

It took him an excruciatingly long time to finally realize what could possibly be the cause of his mood shifts. In fact, the moment when it all clicked in his head was outright ridiculous.

For those oddly unaware, Tighnari is, in fact, a hybrid. A fennec fox hybrid, in specific. This is stated, because it would seem he himself had somehow forgotten about this very important fact for an extended period of weeks. Amidst the companionship [F/N] had provided during her stay, Tighnari had subconsciously dismissed this very important thing about himself that he’d been able to keep in mind for the entirety of his life up to that point. It may seem mostly unimportant to most, but to him, it is something that greatly impacts his lifestyle, as well as a specific decision that many would do brazenly.

The only night he’d somewhat managed to rest due to exhaustion, he found himself suddenly sweating amidst his sleep. He held his pillow tightly as his body turned, groaning quietly to himself as his mind still dozed off between the state of being awake and asleep. His breathing quickened, the guttural sounds he made being muffled as his fangs bit into the fabric of his pillow. He began profusely sweating, his mind running wild as his body shifted itself, rocking with rhythm against his mattress as he sought any sort of release from the sudden tense bubble he felt in his lower area. The pain grew tenfold, coaxing his body to jerk harder into the bed, huffing and nearly drooling as his teeth nearly ripped through the fabric in drunken pleasure. The sensation transformed to something delightful, him experiencing undeniable gratification as his hardening length pressed against whatever he rutted against. His hips shook violently almost, the strands of his hair sticking to his forehead as his temperature increased, chasing the high he sought as his mind graced him with a delightful dream he couldn’t resist.

“[F/N]... [F/N]...” He groaned against his drooled pillow, fangs biting again as he followed with a low groan.

“Ah, T-Tighnari~” He imagined the way [F/N]’s voice would sound in such a lewd scenario, the sighs escaping from her pretty lips enough to leave him begging for more. It all felt excruciatingly real, the pain mixing with the pleasure as he ignorantly fucked the bed instead.

“[F/N]!” He repeated like a sacred mantra, rutting wildly against his mattress before the mere shock of his orgasm spasmed him awake.

His eyes opened wide, panting before registering his teeth were wildly tearing into his only pillow. Letting it go, the ranger breathed heavily, trying to gather himself as his body shivered from the high coming to a halt. His mind still replayed the way her body glistened under his own, her gaze staring at him with an erotic sense of drunken pleasure, mouth gracing him with noises he’d never considered imagining up until that point. Tighnari slowly shifted his hands to support his weight, lifting himself from his bed before realizing the accident on his lower region. His face burst in heat as he pieced everything together, another groan leaving his throat as he slipped his fingers through his hair.

“W… What a mess…” He mumbled, biting his lower lip as he felt the sudden urge to dig himself a hole and hide in it. The clothing stuck to him as his cock throbbed occasionally, clearly not satisfied and wanting more. Shame mixed with desire as he pondered his predicament, weighing in on if he should even attempt to relieve himself or try to ignore the yearning he felt wash over him violently.

Tighnari was in heat. He was careful to track whenever his cycles would come so he could prepare himself, both mentally and physically, but it seemed to have hit him by surprise this particular time. In truth, amidst [F/N]’s company, he hadn’t even remembered it was right around the corner. And with her sudden absence, he suddenly came to a realization this particular time it would be far more challenging to deal with it.

With his hands gripping his hair as he sat there, everything ran a mile inside his head as he finally decided to confront his reality - not only did he desire someone, he wanted someone as his mate. This could very well go terribly bad, for his particular dna demanded him to remain with one partner for his entire life span. Would he be up for it? That answer came rather quickly, surprising even himself. Yes, he was up to it. [F/N] would be a delightful partner, he could feel it within himself. His tail wagged violently at the mere thought, desire and bliss mixing in a dangerous elixir as he felt himself throbbing yet again. Still… Would [F/N] accept him as is? He couldn’t possibly force her or anyone to stay with him, that was out of the question. Not only was it undoubtedly wrong to do so on so many levels, Tighnari was fully aware of the responsibility accepting him came with. He’d have to be with a partner that fully understood that side of him, as well of his needs and the unnegotiable commitment it required.

He could only audibly sigh, staring at his own body as he felt the pain kick back in. Nothing he wasn’t used to, yet the neediness now had a point of focus - something it would be utterly difficult to focus on his job with.

[F/N]’s stay in the Akademiya wasn’t particularly long. She was mostly utterly joyous, for the reports she’d submitted were impeccable. Honestly, she inwardly credited Tighnari for most of her success, for his continuous support and feedback helped her work immensely. His mere existence was the sole reason she nearly begged her superior to return to Gandharva Ville, hoping to remain there as a doctor for a while longer. Sure, she found the other forest rangers lovely as well, but unlike Tighnari, she was well aware of her blooming feelings for the Forest Ranger. In truth, he made her feel like a teenager with a crush, giddy and giggly whenever she thought of him or his big fluffy tail and his pretty ears and his adorable voice and everything else- Suffice to say, [F/N] was ecstatic when it was reported back to her that she indeed had permission to remain stationed there for another fixed period.

The trip wasn’t long before she was back in familiar grounds, the smile on her face thrice as big as the one she had on her first day. She could practically hear her heart jumping out of her chest as she gazed around, silently looking for Tighnari even as his colleagues welcomed her back with open arms. All were happy to have her back, especially some who believed her presence would improve their master ranger’s mood - perhaps, some innocently wondered, she had something that could help him with his problem. Something that was silently acknowledged, but no one dared to even bring up.

“Where’s Tighnari?” She had finally worked up the courage to ask, smile hopeful as another ranger gave her a sheepish one.

“Oh, well… He’s been mostly confined to his own tent. He’s uh… Been going through a rough period.” A male ranger explained to her, lifting his hand upon realizing the sudden panic in her expression. “He’s mostly fine, miss [F/N]. It’s a more uh, intimate matter.”

Her eyes widened as she registered what it could possibly mean, clicking rather quickly in her head. Simply mouthing an ‘oh’, she wondered if it would be appropriate to even visit him in such a state. [F/N] was not ignorant after all, and her vast knowledge in biology was a handy one when it came to fully understanding the intricacies of the body.

Everyone quietly reassured her that he was still able to receive visits, though they were more regulated and spread out so as to not overwhelm him. As everyone gave her the brief rundown though, Tighnari was beyond jittery. He nearly twitched as he squinted his eyes shut, breathing heavily as he attempted to rationalize with his own mind. He could’ve sworn he smelled it, her scent, her lovely smell he’d come to adore, but he feared it was nothing more than his heat clouding his judgment. After all, he’d received no letter warning him of her return, so he’d figured it wasn’t happening. That was, until he heard a very familiar voice, his body jumping in his seat as his eyes stared at the entrance of his tent with pure eagerness.

“Tighnari? It’s me, [F/N]... Is it okay if I come in?”

His tail swayed wildly, his ears twitching as he felt his breath hitch. Doing his very best to keep himself in check, he cleared his throat before putting down the pen he wrote with.

“Of course, come in.” He hummed.

His eyes nearly dilated as he watched her walk in, closing the door behind her. His cheeks flushed with a faint color, eyes betraying his respect as they wandered lower. His state blurred his judgment, filling his mind with thoughts variable to the dreams he’d been receiving almost daily. The fox hybrid nearly salivated as he watched her clothing hug her figure almost sinfully, mentally slapping himself as he offered her a seat wherever she’d like. Watching as she came closer, he stalked her figure as she sat in front of him, her scent invading his mind as he fully embraced it.

“I… Heard about why you’re here.” She spoke with pure sympathy, all the while attempting to reassure him she wasn’t in any way scared or repulsed by his situation. He simply smiled with thankfulness, listening to her every word. “Sorry, I should’ve sent a letter announcing my return. I wanted to surprise you, but had I known it would coincide with your cycle-”

“Please, it’s quite alright.” He shook his head, offering her a look that only filled her with endearment. “I’m very happy to see you again, [F/N]... Although… Are you only visiting, or are you actually coming back to remain stationed here?”

Her smile nearly made him dizzy. “The latter.” She confirmed his question, Tighnari inwardly throwing his hands in the air in both bliss and frustration. Oh, he absolutely adored the idea of her around him, but that meant he’d have to suddenly chuck up the energy to discuss something very important with her.

“Really? That makes me so happy!” He sighed with happiness, wanting nothing more than to hold her close. He watched every little move she made, the way her shoulders tensed, the way her smile grew shier, the way her legs squeezed together as she remained seated in front of him… Unlike before, he no longer had the willpower to deny himself his feelings nor his desires.

“I’m very happy to be back, too.” She confessed, her cheeks gaining an endearing blush. Between shy glances and hidden confessions, Tighnari figured he would simply have to bulldoze through the topic. He couldn’t wait any longer, else he’d burst or regret ever doing something harsh amidst his haze.

“Since you’re here, [F/N]... I’d like to discuss something with you. Do you have some time?”

“Of course. What do you need of me?” She inquired, head tilting slightly as she offered him her ear.

He gulped, his adam’s apple bobbing before he took a deep breath. She watched as he placed his pen to the side, sighing before finally gazing up at her again.

“I wanted to have a serious conversation with you. Don’t worry, you haven’t done anything wrong.”

She laughed softly, his eyes nearly closing as he basked in her giggle. He’d only realized he had just treated her like he’d sometimes treat his own rangers, reassuring them whenever they hadn’t done anything worth receiving a scolding for.

“It’s okay Tighnari, I wasn’t worried. Please do speak your mind.”

“Right, well… It’s regarding these cycles I have.” He began, looking for any sign of discomfort as he spoke. He saw absolutely none, as well as no surprise on her face. She was calm, cool, collected, as well as supportive to listen to whatever he had to say. His heart jumped, mind racing as he wondered what the climax of this conversation would be. “Although your presence is very much welcomed and enjoyed, you’ve left just as my, erhm… Heat began, and returned right at the height of it.”

“O-Oh.” She hummed, a blush spreading across her face as she urged him to continue.

“During your absence…” He dragged out, before finally taking a deep breath and deciding to just lay all his cards on the table. “It’s been hell, I can’t lie. I’ve been prepared my whole life to deal with these cycles each time I don’t find a mate, but I can’t deny the bubbling feelings I’ve grown for you. At this point they’re not even feelings of a small crush, they’ve developed into full blown adoration. The issue is, as I’m sure you’re aware, I’m part fennec fox.”

Nevermind the utter leap her heart was doing, [F/N] was fully listening in to him. Despite the fireworks going off in her head for knowing her love was returned, she was still concerned for his predicament. She could only wonder how uncomfortable it had been for him, especially when knowing she was the root cause of this particular cycle.

“While most hybrids don’t have to think of this particular deal with much seriousness, me on the other hand, have to consider that-”

“Fennec foxes mate for life.” She finished the sentence for him, a sheepish smile gracing her pretty face as she felt her thighs squish together. Her heart raced inside her chest, eyeing him directly as she remained as calm as she could. She could feel his stare glue on her, looking for any sign of disapproval before he’d continue.

“Yes…” He hummed, clearing his throat before looking at her again. “Well… I fully understand that this can be a dealbreaker though, so-”

“I love you too, Tighnari.” It was her turn to be blunt, her eyes finally unmasking the pure adoration she’d held for him during the whole time. They glistened with a spark he couldn’t quite place, catching him off guard before he found the strength to finally respond back.

“A-Are you certain?” He mumbled, causing her to giggle softly. His ears twitched to whatever sound she’d bless him with, tail wagging in a livelier manner as her eyes followed with endearment. “Don’t get me wrong, that… That makes me happier than what I can even describe, but I can’t stress enough how this is a huge commitment. Once I have confirmation, there will be a switch flipped in my brain to instantly consider you as my partner, forever.”

“I fully understand that, Tighnari.” She reassured him, nodding her head as if to further confirm it to him. “I wouldn’t allow myself to fall in love with you if I wasn’t ready to commit. I know how important this is to you, but I am ready. For everything.”

The last statement was, by itself, enough to flip his switch. [F/N] watched as his eyes dilated, slowly getting up from his chair before rounding up his table. Following suit she got up as well, ready to welcome him as she watched him visibly struggle to remain cordial despite what she could only assume were urges bubbling deep within his being. Unbeknownst to her however, the hair at the back of his neck stood, his movements growing slower as he approached who his mind now suffocatingly told him was his lover, his mate. She offered him a loving smile, accepting him with open arms as he hesitantly placed his hands on her hips, noting how they were… Wide. How she was breedable. His mind was running foggy, he had to control himself for a little longer.

“I… I’m sorry if I’m moving a little fast, [F/N].” He confessed, his eyebrows furrowing as his tone nearly turned into a whine. He jolted slightly upon feeling her hands resting against his chest, her voice humming in understanding.

“It’s okay Tighnari, I understand. Like I said… I’m ready for anything.” Her hand lifted to stroke his cheek, his knees nearly giving out as his grip against her waist grew stronger. It was her turn to gasp lightly, though remaining with a confident and loving smile. He watched as she bit her lower lip, his mind groaning over how he wished to bite it instead. “I want you to know I’m willing to do whatever you need done. Will you just… Please guide me through it beforehand?”

He frantically nodded his head, the black of his pupils nearly drowning the color of his eyes as he pulled her closer to himself. Her frame felt perfect against him, her fingers stroking against his cheek still as if enticing him to move forward. With a quiet promise to explain everything to her before anything was done, Tighnari sealed it with a kiss, nearly suffocating himself in the process as he drowned in love and lust. His lips felt hot against her own, a sigh of bliss leaving her as he took the lead, experimenting as his mind lost focus. Wanting to taste more of her, his tongue peeked through, carefully carving out her lips before parting them, seeking her very own as they began to waltz together. At first slow, it rapidly grew more frantic, his hands lowering as he encaged her against himself, his own muffled groans in sync with her quiet whimpers before hearing her babble his name almost incomprehensibly.

“Tigh… Mhm, Tighnahhh….ri…” She moaned softly, his ears shooting straight up as he finally leaned back, letting her breathe. Never minding the saliva on the corner of his mouth, he eyed her eagerly, listening to her attentively. “M-Maybe not here?...”

He was blushing furiously, already feeling excited under his pants. “R-Right, I’m sorry.” He practically groaned, his hands never roaming too far from her hips before he leaned closer, kissing the corner of her lips repeatedly and with fervor. “I’ll explain everything once… Think you can keep up?”

“Mhm…” She nodded her head, taking up his challenge as his lips continued attacking her mouth with desire. And amidst fleeting kisses and licks, he explained everything that would need to be done, seeking approval and consent before it quickly became dark.

Her mind ran wild, heart nearly bursting out of her chest as she prepared for what was to come. After everyone had gone to rest, the two of them made haste deep into the forest, hands holding together as he guided her through. Despite knowing exactly how the ordeal was done, Tighnari himself had never done anything of the sort, only further fueling his eagerness to finally release this side of himself with the one he chose. Such was very clear with the way he held [F/N] close, murmuring to her the repeated plan whilst ensuring her he’d be as gentle as he could.

“Not scared of the dark, are you?” He pressed his chest against her back, bringing them both to a stop as his lips brushed against the crook of her neck. Against his hold her figure tensed, an excited grin on her face as she stroked his hands.

“No, don’t worry. With you it’ll be fine.” [F/N] hummed in response, shivering upon feeling his teeth brush against her exposed skin.

Tighnari was nearly trembling, though he bit himself back. He was close to finally getting what he needed, he only needed to hold on a little longer. His animalistic urges were bubbling from within at the mere thought of how it would all go down, it being the only reason he managed to finally release her from his embrace.

“Alright, dear. I’m giving you a minute to run ahead.” He explained, a cheeky tone hidden underneath the husky voice he spoke with. [F/N] turned around to gaze at him one last time before she were to follow through. “Be sure to not get hurt… One… Two… Three…”

Her eyes widened upon realizing he’d already begun counting. With a brief smile [F/N] ran, her panting being listened to even as she disappeared into the night. Tighnari couldn’t help the smile from forming on his face, his voice still echoing through the forest as he continued to count the time. His ears were straight up, twitching at any little sound he heard as he felt his heart racing. As he was coming close to finally counting down the minute, he could feel his mouth nearly salivating, the scent of her arousal reaching his nose.

“And sixty… Alright alright my love, here I come~” He practically sang, moving slowly at first as if he stalked the area for any sounds.

[F/N] could hear him approaching, biting her lip as she smiled for herself. She couldn’t deny just how excited she was, even if the ordeal hadn’t exactly been one she’d thought she’d find herself in. Honestly, that was all the more reason for her to feel eager for him. Still… She couldn’t cop out and make it end quicker. Despite being selfish with her own desires, she still understood the assignment of ensuring his needs were also met, even if such needs included a chase that led them into a small cave.

It lasted for a little longer than what [F/N] could’ve ever predicted. Honestly, she inwardly gave herself a pat on the back, being able to evade Tighnari for far longer than what she would've ever thought possible. Sure, it might’ve been easy for a fox hybrid like himself, but it was still a feat for someone as inexperienced in such a thing as herself. It was a little difficult to navigate the forest in the dark, her pace slowing down as she realized she was close to their final destination. Her hands moved to slightly loosen her own clothing, a small step to aid in the near future as they finally rendezvous on their little den.

“Eager, are we?” [F/N]’s voice let out a sudden yelp, arms snaking around her as Tighnari had suddenly jumped from the shadows. His face nuzzled against her shoulder as he aided her in loosening her clothing further, the grin being practically felt against her skin as he peppered her with hungry kisses. “You did so well, love… I’m actually impressed.”

“And I’ll only get better… Next time around.” She huffed whilst trying to suppress her sighs of pleasure, feeling his hands roam against her figure as he shivered against her hold. Tighnari only hummed in approval, agreeing with her before turning her to face him.

“Of course. But for tonight, seems like I’ve successfully caught you…” He breathed out, clashing his lips against her own as they ruffled against one another. He could practically feel her smile against his lips, heart swelling as he inwardly praised the skies for such an understanding partner for his needs.

“Mhm… You have…” She mumbled, her own hands sneaking up on him to help him loosen his own outfit as well. “I’m all yours, dear. Why don’t you claim your prize for however long you wish, ‘Nari?”

He shivered in such a delightful way, she herself could feel it against her hold. It was dirty, the way she made it seem so… Primal. Yet it only fueled his fire more, his urges boiling to the surface before he dragged her off to the little den they’d painstakingly prepared beforehand.

“You’re so good for me… So good. Thank you.” His whines were honestly sickeningly sweet, a stark contrast from what [F/N] had thought he’d behave like. It was as though the normally level-headed Tighnari still wished to voice his thankfulness one final time before succumbing for the time being, wanting her to know just how much he appreciated her.

“Anything for my ‘Nari…” She mumbled back, feeling as the cool air hit her bare skin.

He felt himself drooling, tongue slithering across her neck before going down her bare skin. The makeshift blanket with their pile of clothes served as a base for them to lie down, carefully trapping his lover against his hold before he pressed himself against her. [F/N] could feel his body hot, sweating against her own as her fingers stroked through his dark locks, sighing in lust as she felt his fangs experimentally bite her collarbone.

“I can smell just how aroused you are…” He pointed out, licking his lips devilishly upon feeling her thighs squeeze shut. His hand lowered before gently prying them open, his body shifting downwards as he left a trail of kisses against her skin. “Don’t hide from me, love. Not only is it useless to… I could just- Get drunk off your scent.”

[F/N] shivered as glanced down at him, the lack of light only adding an extra layer of eagerness for the whole situation. Her other senses were heightened with the lack of light, jumping at every little touch he offered her as his eyes practically glowed back at her.

“Tigh… Tighnari…” She moaned quietly, still a little reserved, feeling his lips reach her inner thigh as his fingers carefully worked to fully undress her lower region. “I-It’s embarrassing~”

“Nonsense, you’re absolutely divine.” He hummed in delight, his eyes leaving her face to fully focus on her now exposed pussy. By that point he licked his lips in preparation, his hands firmly holding each thigh as he prepared himself to fully dive in.

Like a starved man, Tighnari was quick to jump in and stop any possible questions his lover could have. Even though [F/N] was already naturally aroused by their situation, the idea of tasting her juices was enough to have him leaping for it, ignoring his own lust as he drowned himself in what he quickly came to realize was the best taste he’d ever tried. His tongue moved feverishly, but not without care for every corner of her pussy as his grasp against her squishy skin tightened. His ears remained straight as he listened to the delectable moans she provided for him, strings of praises mixed with incomprehensible babbles leaving her lips as her back arched naturally with the pleasure he provided. Tighnari could quite possibly come undone then and there were he not to stop rutting himself against the floor, his hardened bulge painfully reminding him that he needed some attention to. His tongue swirled upwards to her clit, paying extra attention as he both kissed and nibbled on it, as if the researcher experimented on any little reaction his dearest provided him.

“N.. Agh… ‘Nari! That feels so good,” she heaved amidst moans, one hand lowering before grabbing a hold of his hair, careful as to not tug too hard. It was his turn to groan, a guttural sound that vibrated against her needy hole, leaking in neediness of him as it only further enticed him for more.

“More, I need more,” he huffed against her pussy, licking up any juices she offered him as if it were divine nectar he’d been blessed with.

Even against his hold, her thighs squished around his head, trapping him into a situation he couldn’t possibly complain about. His nails dug slightly into her skin, [F/N] swearing she could hear her lover growl under his breath in what she could only assume was pleasure from the ordeal. Having never considered Tighnari would actually become pussydrunk, it was a pleasant surprise to say the least.

“You’re so wet, so so wet my lovely [F/N]...” He purred, all the while still giving all his attention to her pussy, an experimental pump of two fingers enticing a louder moan that had the hairs at the back of his neck stand. He couldn’t wait himself, the sensation of her tight hole around his throbbing cock would absolutely derail him, he just knew it. The way her tight walls sucked his fingers in desperation was enough to have him shivering, pumping them deeper as he listened to her finally whining out her request.

“‘Nari… I can’t wait any longer!” His [F/N] moaned, pulling his head up by his hairs to watch his glowing eyes land straight to her blushing face. His expression darkening with desire, he slowly lifted himself up, her juices staining the lower part of his face as he licked his fingers clean.

“Is that so? Then tell me, what exactly do you want to interrupt me in such a way.” He hummed, tail wagging as if expecting a final confirmation before the prize was finally claimed.

With her arms wrapping around his shoulders, she pulled him close, eyes pleading by themselves before she whined. “Please Tighnari, fuck me real good. I want you to fill me up, to breed me!”

Although it was the dead of night, his eyes widened, the fox hybrid nearly choking on his spit as he was evidently caught off guard. Not exactly expecting her to use such filthy language, Tighnari quickly removed his undergarments before finally freeing his cock, pumping it eagerly while [F/N] spread her legs nice and wide for him.

“You’re such a dirty girl… But I ‘spose I should reward you for being so honest with me.”

“Mhm, please?” She pleaded, a groan leaving his throat before his lips latched onto her own.

With both in position, Tighnari aligned himself before finally pushing his tip in, his eyes closing shut as he lowly moaned against her neck. Her tight walls sucked him in, welcoming his throbbing cock with open arms as if begging for him to fuck her into his shape. He felt her legs locking around his hips, her body jolting under him as her nails clawed at his back slightly.

“S-Shit… You’re so tight.” He sighed out, sharp teeth brushing against her still unmarked skin. His free hand roamed up, fingers slithering across one of her breasts before latching onto it. “So good, baby. You feel so good, taking me in nice and easy.”

“‘Nari, you’re so big…” She yelped, her walls stretching to accommodate him as her natural arousal coated his cock. The slight pain would periodically subside as he attempted to not wildly thrust into her, his hips battling against his brain as he gave her a moment to adjust to his sudden insertion.

His lips lowered to her chest, a trail of kisses leading up to her tit before his mouth latched onto her nipple. Sucking while gently nibbling on it, Tighnari began to slowly thrust, attempting to focus himself on maintaining a steady rhythm before he’d lose control. The way her velvety walls wrapped around him so nicely had him seeing stars, the high clouding his vision as he groaned in a sinful manner that only further helped arouse [F/N].

“Harder, Tighnari… Please, please fuck me harder!” She moaned, pleading with him as she held him tighter.

His grasp on her tightened, finally letting himself go as his hips rolled quicker, faster, harder. This had his mate moan his name out like a sacred prayer, their lewd sounds echoing around them as his cock became coated with their own desire. Tighnari bit and nibbled all over her chest, moaning how good she felt around him all the while, how she was his, how much he loved her. His teeth left many love bites around her skin, the researcher grinning to himself whenever he felt her hole clench a little tighter around him with each hickey.

“I’m going to fill you up, love. You just wait, you’ll be so full of my cum, so full of it, oh I can’t wait…” He lifted his head before lunging at her lips, swallowing her moans as the tears pricked the corners of her eyes.

[F/N] could swear she was seeing white, eyes rolling back as his tongue rubbed against her own, his dick being able to reach deeper and deeper and hitting all the right spots. Her grasp on him weapened, jolting at every time Tighnari thrusted forward before nearly emptying her pussy and ramming back in. It was so sinful, so lustful, so good. He fucked so good, she couldn’t even stop the babbling moans from leaving her throat as he fucked her tongue with his own. His pace increased, yet Tighnari held on, cock throbbing but still not quite close to cumming, saving all of his load to coat her insides in sticky ropes of white and claiming her for the first time of the night.

“You want that don’t you? For me to breed you nice and good?” He lifted his head, the string of saliva falling down and sticking to her jawline as she moaned in response, his grin never leaving his face as he continued to fuck her faster. “You’ll be a wonderful mom, oh I’m sure of it, I’ll make sure by tomorrow you’re stuffed full of cum that you’ll surely be pregnant with my pups.”

“Mhm, Tighnari!” [F/N] cried out, trying to pull him back to kiss him more, instead only receiving kitten licks across her lips as his hips continued to thrust into her aching hole.

“I can’t wait… I can’t wait, fuck [F/N], you’ll look so pretty once I fill you up.” Tighnari’s hand lowered to rest on top of her belly, his heart racing as he thought of his beloved fully bred. His back shivered at the image, his pre already mixing with her juices as he imagined her pretty hole filled to the brim.

“Ah, ‘Nari, you feel so good~ I’m so close, ahnn~”

“Are you cumming love? Then do it, right around my cock, do it, I want to fuck you through your first release.”

Tighnari watched attentively, focusing for a sole moment as her face twisted, lips parting as her pussy clenched around him one final time. His ears were graced with the most delightful of moans, hole spasming around him wildly as it all threatened to overwhelm his own high. He groaned in response, hips still thrusting through it as he engraved her expression in his mind. She looked so fucked out, and yet one single round wouldn’t satisfy him in the slightest.

“You look, so, gorgeous,” He breathed out quickly, finally latching onto her lips once more as his own pace grew wild and unpredictable. His arms rested against the ground, holding himself up as he pressed harder against her sweating body, grinding against her as he chased his own high against her now overstimulated pussy.

“Ah, Tighnari, that’s-!” [F/N] moaned loudly, arch backing deliciously against himself as her tits squished against his chest. His teeth nibbled on her puffy lower lip, growling as he felt his cock throbbing harder, signaling he was close.

“I’m going to cum, [F/N], here comes your first prize for being such a good girl,” He huffed, grinning wildly before he moaned her name lowly, one final thrust into her abused hole kissing her on her deepest part before finally dumping his fat load deep into her.

Nails digging into his back, she moaned in pure bliss, body trembling at the mere sensation of her pussy being utterly filled to the brim. To her surprise, Tighnari continued to pump into her, fucking her through his own release as his cum coated every single corner of her hole until there was no space left. He felt his head lower against her neck before finally breathing heavily, slowly pulling out before lifting himself up to watch the scene before him.

With hearts in her eyes, [F/N] eyed him with a blissful expression, arms extended out to him as if whining for him to come back to her arms. Her legs remained apart, his cum now leaking from her as her hole protested the sudden disappearance of his dick. Her chest was sprinkled with love bites, body glistening and sweating as her hair was disheveled from their first round of many.

“N…. Ah.. ‘Nari?” She whispered, face blushing upon gazing how he stroked himself, pumping his hardening dick vigorously as he savored the view. She felt her mouth go dry, the sudden wonder of how his cock would feel fucking her throat running through her mind. “A-Ah~”

“No wasting any seed, now…” He purred, fingers sliding easily back inside her hole before fingering his cum back into her pussy. The sound their mess made was quickly becoming one of his favorites, still rubbing himself while he studied over how sensitive she was. “This won’t do… A single round won’t be enough to ensure you’re well bred, don’t you think baby?”

“H-Huh?” She blushed furiously, feeling his weight press against her once more, aligning against her entrance yet again as his dark gaze landed right on her.

“One more time, love… One more, can you take it? Please?” He outright pleaded, promising it would only be one more, just to ensure.

It never was just one more time, Tighnari fucking her well into the sunrise, more and more addicted to how she felt around him, as well as the image of her every hole leaking his seed.

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luvst4rc0r3 · 2 months ago

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Ambessa and reader having a fight?

PT.2

The argument had started small—just a disagreement, a difference in approach. But now, it was something else entirely. Something uglier, something raw.

The room was silent except for your heavy breathing, the lingering echoes of raised voices still thick in the air. Ambessa stood before you, imposing as ever, but there was something in her eyes—a warning, a challenge. And beneath it, something else, something you weren’t sure you wanted to name.

“You are being reckless,” she said, voice low but sharp, like a blade against your throat. “Charging into things without thinking. It will get you killed.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “And what, you think you get to decide what’s too dangerous for me? That’s rich, coming from you.”

Ambessa’s expression didn’t change, but her shoulders squared slightly, her fingers flexing at her sides. A warrior preparing for battle.

“War and foolishness are not the same thing,” she said.

You let out a bitter laugh, but it came out more like a breathless, exhausted sound. “Oh, but I’m the fool here, right?” Your voice cracked, and you hated it. Hated how small you felt next to her, how your words felt like they were hitting a wall, like she had already decided she was right and that was the end of it.

“I did not say that,” she replied, measured, calm—too calm.

You stepped closer, heart pounding. “You don’t have to.”

Ambessa exhaled slowly, as if trying to keep control of herself. “This is not about control,” she said. “This is about keeping you alive.”

Your lips parted, but the words wouldn’t come at first. Because you knew what you wanted to say, but the weight of it was suffocating.

Then, finally—

“And what if I don’t need you to protect me?”

Silence.

Ambessa stared at you, unreadable, immovable. Then, after a long pause, she said, “Then I suppose I have overestimated your intelligence.”

The words hit harder than any wound she could have given you.

Your breath caught, and you felt it, the sharp sting in your chest, the way something inside you cracked.

Ambessa must have realized it, too, because for a brief second, her mask slipped. Just a fraction, just long enough for regret to flicker across her face.

But she didn’t take it back.

You swallowed hard, looking down for a moment before forcing yourself to meet her gaze again. “I get it now.” Your voice was quiet, but it carried.

Ambessa tilted her head slightly, the closest thing to a question she would allow herself.

You huffed out something that was meant to be a laugh but wasn’t. “You don’t trust me.”

Her jaw tightened.

You inhaled sharply, blinking fast. “I’ve done everything to prove myself to you. I’ve stood by you, I’ve fought beside you, I’ve loved you—and still, you don’t think I can take care of myself.”

Ambessa was silent.

She was always so good at winning. Always so good at knowing exactly what to say, at breaking people down, at turning weakness into strategy. But now, she said nothing.

Because she knew you were right.

You let out a shaky breath, nodding. “You know what? Maybe I am stupid.” You gave her a small, bitter smile. “Because I actually thought this was real. That I was more than just someone you had to manage.”

That made her flinch. Barely. But you saw it.

You turned before you could change your mind, before you could do something pathetic like ask her to say something, to give you a reason to stay.

Ambessa did not stop you.

And somehow, that hurt the most.

You didn’t cry, not yet. But as the door closed behind you, leaving her alone in that cold, quiet room—she did.

I WILL MAKE A PT.2

I WANT FOOD

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wbbfannnnnn13 · 1 month ago

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Almost, Always - Chapter 9

paige x azzi

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8

A/N: I think I'll just let this chapter speak for itself, but just a heads up, this is mostly angst. The next handful of chapters will be a little shorter so I can go back and forth on perspectives as I advance the storyline without confusing myself lol.

Hope ya'll like it!

WC: 2.5k+

Chapter 9: The Spiral

Paige didn’t sleep. She was spiraling, and it started the second her head hit the pillow, if not earlier. Her chest felt tight, her thoughts too loud, looping the same questions she couldn’t outrun. Was this the beginning of the end? Or had they already passed that point and she just hadn’t realized it yet?

She stared at the ceiling for hours, jaw tight, stomach twisted, phone still glowing beside her like a taunt. Her body was exhausted, but her mind wouldn’t shut up, looping the same questions, the same anger, the same regret.

How did this happen? Why did this happen?

She was mad at herself. For being naive enough to think that love could conquer all, even when she’d seen how unforgiving the world could be. Azzi had once told her that love didn’t mean much if it couldn’t withstand the hard parts, and Paige had believed her. But now, lying in bed with regret crawling under her skin, she wondered if maybe she’d mistaken hope for strength. Maybe she’d underestimated just how much pressure came with being seen. That it would be strong enough to hold under the weight of exposure, instead of warping under it. Believing the media wouldn’t be able to affect their relationship. She lay there questioning all the choices over the past few months. Maybe she had stepped out into the light of her relationship with Azzi too fast, hoping their love would be enough to steady the glare. Maybe she'd been foolish to think their love could exist outside the scrutiny of the public eye.

More than anything, she just wanted to hear Azzi’s voice. That was all she kept thinking. The silence was unbearable. It was unfamiliar because it wasn't like Azzi at all. Her last text to Azzi had been simple, desperate: I just want to hear your voice. And now, with nothing but the faint glow of her screen beside her, Paige realized how deeply she meant it. It wasn’t even about fixing anything. She just needed that one grounding sound—the one thing that always made her feel like she wasn’t drowning—her voice.

She told herself to stay off her phone, but curiosity got the better of her. Soon she was scrolling through TikToks, watching people stitch her press conference moment, where she’d all but confirmed her relationship with Azzi, against the photo from the restaurant and that old college video. Clips of strangers reacting to fragments of her life, dissecting her body language, her words, her choices. Some came to her defense, calling out the double standards, the reach of internet speculation. But others were quick to pile on, questioning her loyalty, her values, even who the woman in the restaurant photo was.

How people were taking two disconnected moments to spin a story that couldn’t be further from the truth made her feel sick. And yet, that story had traction now. It wasn’t just background noise—it was starting to shape perception. Paige knew her agent was already working with a PR team to do damage control, but she couldn’t stop thinking about how little that actually mattered. The rumors were already circulating, the headlines already shaping opinions, and no statement or carefully worded press release could rewind what had already sunk its teeth into the narrative.

And she hated that. She hated having her integrity and values called into question. She had always tried to be a good person, someone others could look up to- a role model for younger girls and boys who followed her career. Now there was this blemish on her name, her reputation, and her career. She wished she could brush it off. But she couldn’t. The noise still got to her—still found the cracks in her armor, still made her feel exposed in ways she couldn’t shake.

What cut deepest wasn’t the internet or the headlines. It was wondering what Azzi thought. That’s what mattered most. That’s what kept her spiraling. Not strangers’ assumptions, but the silence from the one person whose opinion could actually hurt her.

Azzi hadn’t answered. Not after three FaceTimes, a call, five texts. Just silence. Paige couldn’t stop thinking about how it must have looked from her perspective. And worse, how it made Azzi feel.

She cared what people thought. She always had. But that paled in comparison to how much she cared about what Azzi thought. That silence meant something. And the more it dragged on, the more Paige began to wonder if it meant everything.

Some anonymous account had handed that video to Azzi raw. Without context. Without nuance. Without explanation. Of course Azzi was upset. How could she not be?

And Paige resented the way that memory resurfaced, uninvited and sharp, cutting through everything she’d tried to leave buried. She didn’t like remembering that version of herself—the one who reacted instead of thinking, who tried to numb her hurt instead of facing it. But there it was again, playing on a loop in her head. The truth was, yeah, she got drunk that night. Stupid drunk. Sloppy, loud, reckless in a way she hadn’t been in a long time. And that girl? The one from the video?

She didn’t even remember her name.

She’d barely spoken to her. Someone handed her a shot glass, another song came on, and she let herself get lost in the noise. She danced, laughed too loud, leaned into the distraction. Somewhere in her head, a bitter thought had crept in—If Azzi doesn’t care, why should I? It wasn’t spiteful, not fully. Just wounded and impulsive, the kind of reckless thinking that never led anywhere good.

It wasn’t some calculated betrayal. It wasn’t planned. It was messy and impulsive and fueled by the kind of hurt Paige didn’t know how to sit with at the time. And yeah, maybe the girl had kissed her neck, and maybe Paige didn’t stop it fast enough. But it hadn’t meant anything. Nothing about that night meant anything.

Except the regret.

Because the truth was, Paige had brought the girl home. Not because she wanted her, but because she was drunk, angry, and aching for something to distract her. They had stumbled back to her apartment, laughing too loud, still riding the buzz of liquor and adrenaline. The girl had started to kiss her, hands wandering, breath warm against her skin. Paige let it go for a moment—long enough to feel like she was slipping into something she couldn’t come back from.

But she pulled back. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t pretend. Because no matter how far she tried to run from the hurt, it wasn’t this girl she wanted. It never had been. And she knew, even drunk, even reckless, that sleeping with someone else wouldn’t dull what she felt for Azzi. It would just make it worse. And she wasn’t cruel enough to use someone just to try and forget the person she couldn’t stop loving.

She had mumbled something—an apology, maybe—and asked the girl to leave. Alone again, she’d collapsed into bed with the taste of regret already sour in her mouth.

She hadn’t slept with anyone. But it still felt like a betrayal. Because she knew that no matter how she tried to distract herself, there was only ever going to be one person she wanted. Azzi had always been the one. No one else even came close.

She’d never told Azzi the whole story. Not what it looked like, not what it meant, and definitely not how much it had stuck with her afterward. They’d patched things over, but only on the surface. They’d talked around it, avoided the sharp edges, and let time do the smoothing. But they’d never gone back to that night, never really unpacked it. And now, Paige couldn’t shake the feeling that Azzi might think something worse had happened. Maybe she thought Paige had crossed a line she hadn’t. Maybe she’d filled in the blanks with her own worst assumptions. That thought turned Paige’s stomach. Because Azzi’s silence didn’t just feel like space—it felt like suspicion. And there was nothing worse than knowing the person you loved might be doubting you.

There was another part that made her chest tighten. The photo from the restaurant—of Paige laughing with the woman no one recognized. The internet had latched onto it quickly, theories spiraling within hours. But now, as she replayed it, she wondered how it might have looked to Azzi. Out of context, it looked… loaded. Suspicious, even. And if Azzi asked about it, Paige wasn’t sure how she’d explain without spoiling everything. The truth wasn’t scandalous—it was a secret she’d been carefully planning for weeks.

She even started to wonder if Azzi had actually been upset about the video at all, or if Paige had just projected all her guilt onto it. Maybe it wasn’t the past that stung, but what the present now revealed. What if Azzi was more unsettled by the photo from the restaurant—the woman with her hand on Paige’s arm, the one Paige hadn’t even mentioned—than the video itself? What if it wasn’t about what had happened back then, but about the cracks that had started to show now? What if the silence wasn’t about an old mistake, but about what it exposed—everything Paige had never said, never explained, never been brave enough to confront out loud?

That doubt started to twist in her chest. Maybe the silence was an indication of something deeper. A shift. A change in how Azzi saw them—saw her.

What if this wasn’t just about old mistakes but about the pressure they were both under now? What if Azzi was starting to believe that Paige wasn’t strong enough to carry the weight that came with being seen? The thought gnawed at her, subtle and constant. The questions pressed against her chest, heavy and unyielding, turning her worry into a slow, suffocating ache. Paige could only hope Azzi would answer—just one message, one reply, anything to bridge the silence stretching between them.

She got up sometime after sunrise, unable to lie there anymore. Her body moved on autopilot. Coffee. Shower. A half-eaten granola bar. Everything mechanical, nothing comforting. Her phone remained untouched, unanswered, the screen lighting up with notifications she didn’t check. Because none of those notifications were from Azzi. Paige kept checking, hoping for something, anything. But there was nothing. Just silence. And the longer it stretched, the more it settled into her bones, cold and unrelenting.

Then her eyes landed on the drawer.

She walked over, pulled it open, and gently sifted through everything inside. Beneath a few loose papers and old notebooks sat a small, light blue box, barely the size of her palm. The color alone made her heart ache—a soft, almost sentimental shade that had felt perfect the moment she’d seen it. Inside was a ring. Simple and elegant, set in a delicate silver band with a single diamond, understated but striking. She’d spent weeks finding it—researching styles when no one was watching, texting Aaliyah, Nika, and KK in their group chat late at night with options.

From a couple of weeks ago.

GROUP CHAT — “No One Tell Azzi 💙"

Paige: ok i’m losing it. which one of these says “marry me forever” but like… in a chill, non-flashy, not-insanely-expensive way???

Paige: like obviously I’d sell a kidney for her but I want it to feel like us not like I robbed a Tiffany’s 😭

Aaliyah: paige omg BREATHE 💀

Aaliyah: but top row, second from the left. it’s giving “lifelong love but make it soft”

Nika: yeah that one. it’s subtle but still says “I’d walk into traffic for you”

KK: you’re so deep in the trenches lmao just pick the one that makes your heart do a cartwheel

Paige: I’m STRESSING. what if it’s too much?? what if it’s not enough?? she’s not even into jewelry like that. she deserves something perfect but like perfect in a quiet way not perfect in a shiny way

Paige: why am i sweating. i’ve looked at the same five rings 47 times

Aaliyah: you’re spiraling and honestly it’s beautiful to witness

Aaliyah: this is like watching a rom-com meltdown in real time

KK: proposal brain got her in a chokehold

Nika: fr you’re one Pinterest board away from completely blacking out

Paige: I JUST WANT HER TO LOVE IT 😭

Aaliyah: she’s gonna say yes even if you propose with a ring pop pls relax

KK: honestly she might like that more 💀

Paige: stop i’m actually considering it now

They’d teased her, but they’d helped her too. It made her feel closer to all of them again, like college hadn’t slipped so far behind her. And it made the idea of proposing feel real, like it belonged to a future that was possible—not just a dream she kept tucked away. That tiny box was a piece of that future. One she’d picked with her people, for her person.

She stared at it for a long time, the weight of it in her hands heavier than she’d anticipated. Not just the metal. But what it meant. What it risked. What it promised.

Then she carefully placed it back and closed the drawer. As her fingers lingered on the handle, something heavy pulled at her chest. That ring, the one she’d chosen on instinct, quietly and without fanfare, held more than intention. It held memories. The bus rides at USA camp, when Paige started to realize Azzi wasn’t just important — she was everything. The first time she saw Azzi laughing in the kitchen of her dorm, barefoot and wrapped in one of her hoodies. The quiet nights tangled on the couch, the whispered dreams about a future they’d only just begun to believe in. The way her name sounded when Azzi said it after a long game, tired but warm. The nights after big wins in college, when they’d sneak off from the noise and stretch time between them — some nights talking for hours about what came next, other nights not speaking at all, just wrapped around each other in quiet, wordless connection that felt like everything. That ring wasn’t just a promise for someday. It was a symbol of every version of them that had existed along the way, every moment that made Paige sure. And now, it sat tucked away in a drawer, waiting. Just like she was.

It wasn’t a decision. Not fully.

It was a pause. A hesitation between the life she wanted and the fear she thought she’d recently outgrown—a fear that still knew exactly where to find her. And now, it whispered something even colder: maybe Azzi didn’t want this anymore. Maybe the silence wasn’t about sorting through things, but stepping back altogether. That thought alone tightened every nerve in Paige’s body, and made her question whether she’d mistaken progress for permanence, hope for certainty.

#pazzi #paige bueckers #paige x azzi #pazzi fics #azzi fudd #almost always book club

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harvatat · 1 year ago

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heaven help a fool who falls in love || alhaitham, kaveh, tartaglia, wanderer, zhongli

alhaitham falls for your kindness and bravery- he finds both equally foolish traits, for they are traits that do not help anyone in the end, since they are as volatile as an architect he refuses to name, but when he is the recipient of said kindness and bravery? he has no answer to give. he sees your bravery in completing the most arduous tasks the Adventurers Guild can offer with devastating ease and your kindness in the distance. he sees more kindness in the space you give him when a certain task rubs him the wrong way and in the food you cook for him and the massages you offer him. he has tried so many times to leave you behind in the dust- he is not fit to be a lover, love does not come to him easily, but oh, you leave him weak in the knees and with a heart stuffed to burst, and despite his fears, he finds it hard to let go.

kaveh falls for your carefree nature- you do not let life hurt you, despite bleeding so many times. If it were him, he would have screamed and cried, and cursed the gods over and over and over and over again until he bled to death. but you are not like that, he surmises when he sees you at Puspa Café, chirping happily like a Dusk Bird with Aether and Paimon. however, your nonchalance does not extend to peers you care about deeply, and somehow, that includes him. you are overly concerned for him, kaveh thinks, and you will only stand to get hurt. everyone has only ever gotten hurt, there has never been anything good for him. but all of that is lost when he sees you in the market, chatting happily and cheering on friends and acquaintances alike, and wonders if you'd do the same for him.

tartaglia falls in love with your self-worth, or as most people call it, your arrogance. he knows better than to call it that, of course- as a soldier, it is important to be acknowledged for your efforts and rewarded for the pain you go through, and you, despite not being a soldier, demand that from your kith and kin. you would never have to demand it from him, tartaglia thinks as he sees you bow in thanks when the alchemist in inazuma lets you use the booth. you give as much respect as you are given, and that is the trait of a harbinger, a mastermind, no, the tsaritsa herself. such blasphemous thoughts should never be entertained, the delusion on his waist and his blood-red mask remind him, for who can be compared to the god of Cryo herself? she who has advanced snezhnaya and given him a home? but you too, have given him a home, he argues back, his delusion glowing a faint purple, mocking him silently. he attempts to avoid you, running in the other direction when he sees the ends of your hair shine in the sun- until you make your way to him one day, and ask why he'd been avoiding you. maybe the goddess of love would forgive his blasphemy, tartaglia thinks as he cooks up an apology, satisfying you with his silver tongue.

wanderer falls in love with your honesty- you tell him, the scorned one of the Vahumana darshan, about his attitude and how it hurts people, about his apparent good looks, about his intelligence and wisdom, all compliments and insults to which he responds with a scoff. a mere child should not be able to affect him this way, so why does his lead heart stir so uncomfortably when he sees you with your friends, running across darshans to attend madam faruzan or tighnari's lectures? you wish him a good morning, treat him just as horribly as he treats you that day, and have an infuriatingly large amount of self-respect- and he loves you for that. you do not judge him for his past, just his present, and just the 24 hours that reset every day. after everything he had done, everything that had happened to him, he supposes he can let you in, but he could never lie to you, so wait for him until he is honest, please.

zhongli falls in love with your wisdom. no, you would not normally be considered wise, in the typical sense, for your hair is not yet grey, and you do not have wrinkles or crows feet that symbolise a long life well-lived. no, your wisdom shines in the way you treat the people around you, interacting with them with due respect and kindness, with an extra dose of patience for the children. and he fears this flutter in his heart and skip of the beat when he sees you smile. he was never meant to be at peace or be happy, after all. but you draw him in, gently and with open arms, calming like the ocean that draws the sand in and he cannot help but drown in you, your wisdom and inherent sense of understanding comforting him more than his allies who lived and died and fought for him through the archon war and the war against khaenri'ah. maybe one day, he would reveal to you who he truly is, and maybe, he hopes silently, you would love him even then.

another repost lolol (from my old account @.ameleii)

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #alhaitham #kaveh #tartaglia #wanderer #scaramouche #zhongli #alhaitham x reader #kaveh x reader #tartaglia x reader #childe x reader #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #zhongli x reader

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moonlight-alexia · 11 months ago

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lost | k.c.c.

kyra cooney-cross x reader | 2.7k | after a few days of feeling lost, confused and being distracted at training, kyra decides to confide in lia about her feelings for you

ˏˋ°•*⁀ this is part of the pair of pests universe. thank you for being so patient with me on this part! i know it's taken a while but i'm still thankful for all the support :)

‘Kyra, the goals over there. Maybe we need to put some big arrows pointing towards it for you,’ Alessia laughed, watching Kyra miss the goals yet again. None of her shots today at training made it anywhere near the goal, which ignited the harmless comments from some of her teammates.

‘Maybe if you weren’t daydreaming about a certain Catley then you’d get one,’

‘You’d think you’d be hitting the back of the net constantly if you wanted to impress her,’

Kyra’s head shot around after the comments from her teammates, making sure neither you or Steph were anywhere within earshot. She really didn’t want you or Steph to hear the teasing comments. The comments weren’t unusual. There had always been the odd comment every now and then. But since realising and accepting her feelings for you, the teasing comments felt like they had intensified. Bordering on overwhelming, since Kyra’s head was everywhere but at training.

It had only been a few days since the other night when Kyra had the realisation, but it had been messing with her head a little bit. The days at training Kyra was noticeably different. Nothing was going right for her. Her mind, a million miles away. You were the only thing on her mind. She was confused and distracted.

One part of her didn’t want to ever risk changing your friendship by confessing her feelings for you. She didn’t ever want to lose you, you helped Kyra more than you would ever know. Kyra was scared that you would distance yourself from her if she ever said anything.

But another part of her knew that eventually she wouldn’t be able to keep pretending that she didn’t have feelings for you. Kyra knew that one day she would have to confess her feelings for you and face a possible rejection or leave your life without ever knowing if there was a possibility that you could like her back.

Though Kyra felt foolish everytime she thought you might feel the same. Thinking that she was getting ahead of herself and trying to see something that wasn’t there just because it’s what she wanted. It would be the ideal situation, but she knows to keep her hopes low. Besides, things like that only ever seem to happen in the movies, and this wasn’t a movie.

It was a lot for Kyra. Lia could see that. She had always kept an eye on Kyra, ever since she joined arsenal. Making sure to try to create an environment where the younger girl might feel safe and supported no matter what was going on, ‘Hey are you alright?’ Lia took the opportunity while they were resting on the side watching another group of girls take over the drill they were running through.

Kyra was sitting on a ball sipping on water when she felt Lia’s hand on her shoulder and the question directed at her, ‘Yeah, I’m fine,’ Lia saw the way Kyra looked around before answering. Like she was seeing who was around before she replied. She could feel how tense Kyra was just by the touch on her shoulder.

‘Come on, partner with me,’ Kyra smiled softly and followed Lia. The further the two went from the main group the more Kyra visibly relaxed. Lia and Kyra continued doing partner drills, joking around and chatting amongst themselves. The distraction was welcome by Kyra, since Lia came over she’d only been focused on training and hadn’t let her mind wander back to you or anything that was overwhelming her mind earlier. It wasn’t a complete fix but the temporary distraction was nice for a bit. Even though it had only been a few days Kyra was slowly starting to feel like she was losing her mind.

‘Did you want to come over?’ Kyra hesitated a little. She wasn’t sure if any of the other girls would be around, not knowing if she could handle being around a lot of people right now, ‘It can just be the two of us. No pressure, you just seem like you need some time away from everyone where it’s more quiet,’ Lia quickly added when she noticed Kyra’s hesitation.

Kyra thought it over for a minute. She was also supposed to hang out with you again, but honestly Kyra could use this to help her, maybe help to settle her thoughts. She felt that maybe she could trust Lia with her thoughts and feelings, and maybe Lia might have some advice for the younger one, ‘Yeah I’d like that. I just need to sort something out and then I’ll be over, thank you Lia,’

Lia pulled Kyra into a hug, ‘You don’t need to thank me. It’s what friends are for, I’ll always be there for you,’

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You were in the locker room getting changed after training, headphones on trying to decompress after the session today, when you felt a familiar pair of hands rest on your waist and head lay on your shoulder.

You smiled and reached up to take off your headphones, ‘Hi Ky,’ Your voice was just above a whisper. Though your smile fell a bit when you turned your head to look at her. Kyra had a small smile on her lips but you could tell something wasn’t right. Kyra’s smile seemed slightly forced, like something wasn’t quite right but you couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was. She didn’t seem upset or anything, Kyra just seemed off in a way you couldn’t describe.

‘Hey,’ Kyra whispered back, she somehow always made rooms full of people feel like it was just the two of you, ‘Somethings come up, can we rain check?’ Kyra pouted slightly, feeling bad for cancelling on the plans the two of you had.

Your eyes glanced down towards Kyra’s lips where you noticed the little pout she was giving you. You thought it was cute. Looking away biting your lip slightly before glancing back at Kyra, trying not to let your eyes drift again and giving her a small reassuring smile, ‘Yeah of course Ky. Is everything okay? You can always tell me anything, you know that?’

You felt Kyra cuddle into you more, her arms fully wrapping around your waist, ‘Thank you, but it’s nothing for you to worry about,’ You felt Kyra’s breath against your neck with each word she spoke. Your heart was racing a bit more than usual, your hand soothingly rubbing along her lower arm that was around you, ‘You’re too sweet to me,’ You heard Kyra sigh, barely above a whisper. You felt your cheeks heat up but chose to not comment on the last bit she said.

‘I’ll see you tomorrow the girls are all going out, you’re still coming?’ You were hopeful that whatever was going on with Kyra wasn’t impacting her enough to miss out on a night out with you and the girls. Specifically, you didn’t want to miss out on spending a night with Kyra.

‘Yeah, I wouldn’t miss out on that,’ Kyra knew she had to let go of you at some point, but being around you made her feel better. You help make all her problems feel so far away. You just make Kyra feel better, like nothing else matters in the moment, ‘Wouldn’t miss out on a night with you. I’ll see you tomorrow,’ Kyra mumbled out quickly. Without hesitation, without thinking, Kyra’s lips were on your cheek, giving you a small kiss before pulling away.

For the both of you it felt like a natural reaction, like something Kyra had done a million times before. It wasn’t something completely unusual for your friendship but it felt different. You stayed in place even while Kyra had left grabbing her things on her way out.

‘Y’know might want to be a bit more careful,’ Katie’s voice next to you brought you back to reality, leaving behind any thoughts you were having about your interaction with Kyra. Confused by Katie’s comment, you turned your head towards her furrowing your eyebrows, ‘You and Kyra, unless you’re gonna tell Steph,’

‘Tell Steph what?’ Your voice was low and if any one else was listening they would be able to hear a slight panic in your tone, ‘We’re best friends, Steph knows that. That’s all,’ You raised your eyebrow at Katie before continuing to pack away your things.

‘Okay, sure,’ You rolled your eyes, you didn’t even need to see her face to know she was smirking, ‘Just saying, no one would care. We just want the best for everyone here, even the pests,’ Katie patted your back, a slight rub while you smiled at her comment, a slight laugh slipping past your lips.

‘I’m happy Kyra’s my best friend,’ Katie gave you a nod, you sounded like you were trying to convince yourself more so than anyone else. But there was nothing anyone could do to push along the progress, you had to realise and accept your feelings in your own time. Soon enough you were on your own again but not for long, only until Steph called out for you to see if you were also ready to leave.

‘Everything all good with Kyra?’ Steph asked you once you had both settled into the car. She noticed Kyra seemed a little bit different throughout training. She wasn’t completely her normal self. Barely anyone could get a smile out of Kyra and Steph kind of missed Kyra’s mischief during training.

‘Yeah, you know she gets more clingy when she’s tired’ You shrugged. The lie easily comes out of your mouth. It wasn’t a complete lie, the truth being you really had no idea what was wrong with Kyra. But you didn’t want to think about that. That your best friend who always tells you what’s wrong or just anything like that, didn’t tell you. You know she doesn’t have to tell you everything, but you couldn’t help the pit that formed in your stomach wondering why she didn’t confide in you like normal and if you had done anything wrong, ‘Drive faster I want to see Calvy,’

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‘I’m not going to push you to talk about it. If you need just the company without talking about what’s bothering you then we’ll do just that,’ Lia was the first to speak since Kyra entered Lia’s apartment. Kyra settled on one of the stools at the kitchen counter, watching Lia finish off the last bits to the dinner she was making for them, ‘Just know I am here for you. All the girls are, they just have a different way of showing it. Whenever you’re ready if you want,’

Kyra looked at Lia with a small smile. She was incredibly grateful for the friendships she’s made within the team in a small amount of time. Especially the friend she’s found in Lia. Unlike the others Kyra would potentially consider talking to about her feelings, she knows that Lia isn’t one to outright tease or make fun of her. The others mean well but they can be a bit much. Sometimes all Kyra wants and needs is someone who will listen or just be around without the teasing comments.

‘I know they mean well but the teasing can be a bit much,’ Kyra’s voice was small. She always tries to brush off every comment, it was easier before she realised she had feelings for her best friend. Kyra could reduce any teasing comment down to it not being true. But now it was true, everything felt different.

Kyra helped Lia carry everything down to the table, ‘There’s no pressure. I want that to be clear,’

‘I think I like,’ Kyra started but cut herself off shaking her head, picking at the food in front of her, ‘No, I know I like Tiny,’ Kyra couldn’t keep it inside and Lia always made her feel calm and safe. Enough that Kyra blurted out the main thing that had been bugging her the last few days, ‘But I don’t know. I’m scared. I don’t know if I should tell her, I don’t want to lose her or risk ruining anything. She might not even like me back and then I’d feel stupid for telling her. What if she hates me for this? Why does it all have to be so hard and confusing?’

Lia continued to just listen while Kyra poured out everything that was on her mind. Once Kyra started she kept going until the weight had lifted off her shoulders and she felt like she could breathe again. Kyra kept looking down at her food, slight tears coating her eyes but not enough for any to fall. Part of her is glad to finally get everything off her chest but also she wishes the ground would swallow her whole so she doesn’t have to face what Lia might say.

‘Kyra, one thing I know is that Tiny could never hate you. Anyone can tell how much she loves you. Even if it’s just as friends she wouldn’t leave you. I know you know that,’ Lia’s voice was soft but also firm, wanting her words to sink into Kyra’s head. Regardless of if you liked Kyra the same way, Lia was right in how much love you have for Kyra even just as a friend, ‘No one but her could tell you whether that love is more. But it’s understandable to be scared. You know in your heart when you are ready to tell her, don’t force yourself but listen to yourself. I’ll be right here the whole time no matter what happens,’

Kyra nodded along, offering Lia a small smile in appreciation to her words. Being able to talk through this with someone was a better decision than bottling it up until Kyra eventually exploded, ‘Thank you Lia. It’s hard to listen to myself but I guess that is the only thing I can do. At the end of the day I’ll still have everyone regardless and I have to remind myself of that,’

Lia smiled back at Kyra, ‘Now…tell me, what is Tiny like?’ Lia smirked trying to lighten the mood and take Kyra’s mind away from the bigger more serious thoughts that were no doubt racing through her mind.

‘Where do I start?’ Kyra joked, a wide smile taking over her face just at the thought of you, ‘I kind of wish I was with her tonight, I miss her smile and laugh. She just gets me and knows me in a way that no one else ever could. I’ve never wanted more with someone as much as I want this with her,’ The rest of the night Kyra spent gushing over you, while Lia just listened and occasionally made a teasing comment amongst the endless support she made sure to keep reassuring Kyra with.

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You were laying on the couch. Calvin laying on top of you, more like squashing you but dog cuddles were your favourite part of the day, they made up for not getting any Kyra cuddles, ‘Stephy, you expecting someone?’ You heard the knock at the door, Calvin pushing hard on your stomach making you wince when he got up to stand at the door tail wagging.

‘Oh yeah, Leah’s coming over for dinner,’ Steph poked her head out from the kitchen to tell you before disappearing to finish off the food she was cooking.

‘Hey Le, when are you gonna learn to cook?’ You smiled, laughing a little while greeting Leah with a hug before letting her into the apartment, ‘Figured you just kept Wally as your personal chef,’

‘You’re a little shit you know that,’ Leah rolled her eyes, shaking her head at you, ‘Kyra’s at Wally’s and I wasn’t allowed to intrude so here I am,’ Your smile dropped slightly after hearing that Kyra was with Lia. Kyra cancelled on your plans to be with Lia instead. It was weird Kyra didn’t tell you. You were sure that if Kyra liked Lia then she would’ve told you about it.

The thought of Kyra liking someone didn’t sit well with you. Your stomach churning at the thought, ‘We weren’t even your first choice,’ You clutched your heart, faking being offended at Leah’s words. Joking around to cover up how you were really feeling, ‘No more Calvy cuddles for you,’

You grabbed the dog up into your lap away from Leah. Holding onto Calvin a little closer and a little tighter. Hoping the dog in your lap would help ease the thoughts swirling around in your mind.

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