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amazingmsme · 2 months ago

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Brotherly Antics

AN: day 2, here we go! This has been one of my favorite fics to write so far! It’s just so fun & playful, & I just love these characters so much! If you haven’t already, go watch Blood of Zeus! Now, on to the fic!

The fight was far from over, Heron knew this well. Their victory on the battlefield will be short lived, but for now, they could enjoy the rest and relaxation.

His friends remained on earth while he resided in Olympus for the time being, talking things over with his half siblings and training by their side. Their father would be proud.

Heron sat on the side of the field, drinking water as he watched his brothers spar. In a flash, Hermes ran behind Apollo, hooking both arms under his before slamming him to the ground in a cloud of dust.

"Why you little-" Apollo growled, swinging his legs to knock Hermes off his feet. His back hit the hard packed dirt with a pained groan. His eyes flew wide open as he felt an arm wrap around his legs and he began kicking with all his might, the wings at his ankles flapping frantically.

"Apollo don't! That's cheating!" he cried, a smile playing at his lips as he tried to shove him off.

"You cheated first! Attacking from behind like that, really Hermes?" he taunted as he began scribbling against the downy feathers. Hermes shrieked so loudly, it made Heron jump in shock, head snapping up to look at the pair.

"Ohoho plehease, you're just looking for ahan excuse to- NOHO WAHAHAIT!" Hermes cut himself off with a giggly squeal before hysterical cackles burst free from his chest. Heron found himself chuckling along to the infectious, goofy sound, though a blush was quickly spreading and he found he couldn't bear to watch the scene for long. He grabbed a whetstone and began sharpening his sword to appear busy, watching from the corner of his eye.

"Stick around long enough, and you'll be next," a gentle voice warned from behind, startling him enough to turn around. He relaxed slightly; it was only Athena.

"Trying to scare me away so you can have the field all to yourself, sister?" he teased, looking down to hide his blush. She snickered, something sly and knowing behind the sound.

"It was a warning. You're fresh meat for them, and if they see you sitting here..." she trailed off, looking him up and down. He squirmed under her gaze, furrowing his brows. "I'm afraid you'll be serving yourself up on a silver platter."

"That's ridiculous," he hissed, dragging the stone across the blade harshly. "They're all the way other there, and a little busy, if you haven’t noticed," he reasoned, a fair amount of sass entering his voice. "I'll be fine." Right? he didn't say aloud, but looked up at her expectantly, hopefully.

Athena arched a brow at his tone, cocking her head to look at him.

"Do you know what Hermes is the God of?"

"A lot."

Athena snorted and rolled her eyes, resting her hand atop his head and leaning on him like a table. "Be specific."

"Speed, travel-"

"Mischief," she cut him off, and he snapped his mouth shut, eyes wide. "And Apollo is almost as bad, though he may have you fooled. But, I mean, just look at who started this mess?" she nodded to the pair subtly, not keen on drawing their attention by pointing.

Heron followed her gaze, watching the pair roll around and laugh. Hermes was flopping around like a dying fish, cackling and pleading for mercy as Apollo pinched and rubbed the wings between his fingers. He scratched at the base of the wings where they met the ankle and his laughter spiked, surging forward with renewed energy to launch an attack of his own. He buried his hands under Apollo's arms and he jolted, slamming them down to his sides with a bark of laughter. Hermes let out a triumphant, giggly war cry as he fought for the upper hand. Heron smirked as they watched it all play out, but there was the faintest touch of sadness to it. These were brothers, who grew up wrestling and playing with one another, who loved each other wholeheartedly. This was everything he and Seraphim never got to have, and he bit back the vile taste of jealousy.

He wasn't jealous that he wasn't included! That's not what he meant, so don't go putting words in his mouth. He was jealous of the bond that never was; the brother- the best friend he should've had. It was like looking in a twisted mirror of what could have been.

His lip curled in a sneer as he scraped the stone along the sharp edge. "So?"

"Do I really have to spell it out?" she asked, more amused than annoyed. "You're our brother. That makes you just as much fair game as the rest of us," she teased softly. His mouth hung open in shock, but she cut him off before he could speak. "So if I were you, I'd get a head start. Hermes is quite fast."

Heron sat there frozen, looking between her and the wrestling Gods on the ground. He locked his gaze with hers, "Are you being serious?"

Athena chuckled, shaking her head fondly. "Trust me, I'm one of the few who won't pull the wool over your eyes." He nodded before heaving a deep sigh, accepting the truth of the matter. If she's right, he'll be quick work if he sticks around. So he gathered his things as quietly as he could, but by that time, he could hear their fight beginning to wind down. Still, he crept towards the exit, praying they wouldn't notice.

"Just where are you off to?"

Of course they fucking noticed.

"I'm done training," he said curtly, glancing over his shoulder to call out, trying to play it casual. When he looked ahead, he stopped in his tracks with a choked gasp as Hermes stood blocking the exit.

"Actually, I don't think you are."

"Excuse me?" he asked, tossing his things to the side, knowing it's best to ditch them now than while he's running for his life.

"You have to get a full workout. You can't just hit the weights brother, cardio is very important," he practically purred, taking a step towards him. Heron took three steps back.

"I think I'm good-"

"No, he's right brother," Apollo spoke from behind, and he tensed up when he felt a large arm rest over his shoulders. He slipped out of the hold, stepping away and turning so he could keep both of them in his vision.

"Why so jumpy Heron? Did our dear sister warn you about us?" Hermes asked with a smirk. Heron didn't move a muscle, and that was all the confirmation they needed. "She knows us so well," he mused.

"I'd hope so. Otherwise we'd need to give her a little reminder," Apollo piped up.

"I think we should anyway. She did tip him off," Hermes shrugged nonchalantly.

"Guess it's settled then," Apollo agreed. As the pair spoke, Heron took off running across the field. They gave him a few more seconds to believe he had a fighting chance before they gave chase.

Heron came to a screeching halt when Hermes suddenly stood in his path and he turned on his heels. He screamed when he saw Apollo coming up from behind, and he made a B-line for the rows of seats. He jumped over the wall into the stand, heading towards the exit. Apollo paced him on the field while Hermes circled around from behind.

Apollo jumped into the stands with ease, quickly gaining on him. Heron should've known better than to look behind him. It was the same kind of fear as when you're up high, and you look down. A small scream escaped his throat and he ran even faster.

He was grabbed from behind, and panic surged through his body. He shot forward with God-like speed, breaking free of the hold. Hermes cut him off at the last second and he froze, caught between his half brothers.

"You're trying awfully hard to escape. You must be rather ticklish to go through this much trouble to avoid it," Hermes teased, flashing him a smirk. Heron took a step back.

"No, I just know you two are awful together," he justified with a smirk of his own.

"Thank you, you're too kind," Hermes hummed, taking another step towards him, and Heron took that as his cue to start running again.

"Great brother, you let him get away," Apollo rolled his eyes.

"Relax, it's not like he'll get very far," he quipped, dashing off and returning in less than a second with a struggling Heron in tow.

"Noho, let me gooo!" He leaned back as far as he could, running in place as he tugged on his trapped arm.

"Oh dear, laughing already?" Hermes cooed, chuckling at the blush that spread across Heron's face.

"No! Shut up!" he snapped defensively. He landed with a thud on the ground when Hermes let him go, watching Heron launch himself into the dirt with his own momentum.

"Is that any way to speak to your brother?" Apollo asked, crouching down to grab his arms while Hermes straddled his waist.

"I'm sorry! Let me go!" Heron put up a good fight, trying to get away. However, he had a twitchy, nervous smile and the struggling was mostly for show.

"No can do. See, you haven't gone through initiation yet," Hermes drawled, resting his hands on his sides. "I mean, are you really our brother if we haven't tickled you until you cry?"

"What?"

"Oh please, you're scaring him. Don't worry Heron, we'll stop once you beg for mercy. We're not animals."

"No way, I'm not gonna beg from a little tickling," he argued. His defiance was adorable.

"Won't you?" Hermes asked, arching a brow. Heron faltered in his confidence.

"No?"

"Oh my, you sound a bit unsure of yourself," Apollo spoke up smugly. "What's the matter, afraid you'll crack?" he taunted. Heron grunted and strained to pull his arms down, but they were firmly pinned beneath Apollo's knees.

"I won't!" he growled, kicking his legs against the ground. Hermes smirked down at him, leaning in a little closer.

"Let's test it then, shall we?"

Heron's eyes flew wide open and he shook his head. "Wait, that's not what I meant!"

Hermes threw his head back in a shrill, hysterical cackle of his own. "Oh dear, sweet, baby brother, there really is no escape. So you might as well just accept your fate now." As soon as he finished speaking, he began squeezing his sides softly, relishing in the way Heron jumped beneath his touch, yelping before biting down on his lip. Still holding onto the last shreds of his dignity, he shook his head.

"Oh good! I was so hoping you'd go down fighting," Hermes chirped, clawing just beneath his ribs.

Heron grit his teeth together, sealing his lips shut as tight as he could, but muffled giggles and shrieks still managed to make themselves known.

"I just love it when they try to hold it in, don't you?" Apollo teased, walking his fingers down his arms. Heron jerked under the touch, arms straining to come down. His breathing came in quick bursts through his nose, sounding more like laughter by the second.

"It's only one of the best parts," Hermes agreed before clawing at his stomach. Heron immediately crumbled at the touch, allowing loud belly laughs to escape. Hermes couldn't help but giggle at the reaction, "Aww, you really are a ticklish one, aren't you?"

Heron felt a blush rise to his cheeks, and he tried to hide his face in the crook of his arm. "SHUHUT UHUHUP!"

"I didn't hear a no," Apollo pointed out, scratching his bare armpits. Heron shrieked and arched his back before flailing uselessly beneath his half brothers.

"You're one toho tahahalk!" he managed to taunt back.

Apollo gasped loudly before drilling his thumbs in the center of his pits. Heron was thrown into hysterics, and the God had to raise his voice to be heard over frantic laughter, "You little shit! Just for that-" He didn't finish his sentence, instead he brushed Heron's hair away from his neck and took a deep breath.

"Wahahait! W-what ahahare you- AHAHAHAHA OHOH SHIHIHIT!" Heron tried to scrunch his neck to block the feeling as Apollo blew a raspberry on his neck. He pulled away, watching as Heron giggled and rubbed his neck with his shoulder, panting heavily to catch his breath. "Whahahat the hehell was thahat?"

"Oh? Don't tell me you've never had a raspberry before."

Heron scrunched his face, "That's what you call it?"

"Well, that's what humans are calling it," Hermes reasoned.

"Why?"

They both chuckled, and Heron felt his face grow warm. "I don't know. Say, you're half human, why don't you tell us?" Hermes asked with a smirk. Heron whined, tugging on his arms and bucking his hips.

"Just lehet me gooo! You're being mehehean!" he giggled, throwing his head back in defeat. The mischievous pair replied in unison.

"Oh I'll show you mean!"

"What? But we're being so nice!"

Hermes rolled up Heron's shirt, taking a deep breath just as Apollo had moments before. He shook his head, eyes wide with giddy fear as he realized what was coming.

"Nohoho wait! Please, I'm sorRYYYYY!" his pleading dissolved into a shrill squeal as the trickster God blew a raspberry in the center of his stomach. Heron kicked his legs and bucked as much as he could, snorting and cackling when Hermes blew another raspberry, followed by one on each side of his belly, still quivering with laughter.

"Plehehease! You're killing mehehehe!" he squealed, eyes shut tightly and nose scrunched adorably as he laughed.

"What? Come on, you can take a little tickling, can't you?" Apollo asked smugly, scratching behind his ears and earning a choked off giggle in response. "I mean, you're half God, so it would be pretty embarrassing if this was what did you in, after everything-"

"OHOHOKAHAY I GEHET IT! SHUT UP!"

"Oh, he gets angry when he's flustered. Good to know," Hermes noted with a smug smirk, clawing at his sides.

"Noho I dohohon't!" Heron argued, blushing profusely and trying to look at anything else besides the two Gods grinning down at him.

"Agree to disagree," he shrugged smugly. He moved down to squeeze his hips, and Heron bucked with a loud, giggly shriek.

"Ohoho shihihit! Nohot there, plehease!"

"Not there, you say?" he asked, cocking his head to the side. He squeezed his hips, making him thrash with another yelp. "See, when people say that, they usually mean it really tickles. So, is this a bad spot?"

"Ihihhi'll kihihill you!" Heron growled through his laughter. They both rolled their eyes.

"Sure you will. You look quite threatening with that smile plastered on your face," Hermes taunted.

Oh, that was the last straw. Heron summoned what little strength he could and thrust it out through his hands. He latched onto Apollo's knees where they were keeping his arms pinned and let the electricity flow from his fingertips, hoping for the best.

Suddenly, Apollo jumped back with a startled shriek of his own, rubbing his knees frantically. Hermes stared at him quizzically.

"What-"

"He used his damned lightning," he explained in a rush, cutting him off. He turned to look at Heron, hoping for a truce.

"I'll help hold him down if you promise to do that to him-"

"Excuse you, but what the fuck?" Hermes snapped, staring at Apollo with a look of utter betrayal.

Heron nearly choked on the air he was sucking in. He looked at him in bewilderment, furrowing his brows.

"You do know you'll be next, right?"

"Of course, I'm just biding my time, same as you. It's why you ran, is it not?"

"Just stop talking." When they looked up, Hermes was already halfway across the field. Apollo smirked and pointed at him.

"See, if he really wanted to escape, he'd be halfway to earth by now."

"I can still hear you!"

Apollo stood and stretched, "And yet, you don't hear him denying it." He smiled down at Heron and winked, offering a hand to help him up.

"No, you don't," Heron agreed with a genuine grin of his own.

"Well, he's waiting for us to catch up. So? What do you say?"

Heron just smirked and cocked his head before taking off in a sprint.

#tickletober 2024 #tickletober #heron #hermes #apollo #boz #blood of zeus #boz fic #blood of zeus fic #blood of zeus tickle fic #boz tickle fic #ticklish!heron #ticklish!hermes #ticklish!apollo

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ms--lobotomy · 10 months ago

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Could you draft something for primarchs with their feisty s/o? The kind of person who’ll go “IMMA BEAT YOUR ASS UP” to anyone they vaguely consider a threat

Thanks! ❤️

Hi, anon! I feel like this prompt is best done as a full-on oneshot with one primarch, so just let me know next time requests are open if you want a different primarch. Hope you like Vulkan!

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summary: you need to cool off after vulkan introduces you to his shitty brother

word count: 929

content warnings: female reader, nobody calls curze night haunter like he wants and he malds about it, theres profanity so if thats not your thing then oops

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"I'll beat your ass up! I'll beat anyone's ass up!" you screamed at the top of your lungs as the man you loved hauled you off, neatly tucked under his large armored arm. You made eye contact yet again with his brother, a gangly, pale man with pitch-black eyes. He was not as big as your lover was, but still far larger than you.

"You'll have to excuse her, Curze," your lover laughed. His voice was deep and his face was scrunched up in a smile, but something in his eyes gave away that he wanted to leave, now. "She can be a little feisty at times!"

"I told you, Vulkan, it's Night Haunter!" cried the gaunt man in between fiddling with those giant claws on his armor. "Is it that hard to remember?!?"

"Nobody calls you that!" you exclaimed before your lover turned a corner with you still in his arm, and you saw the black-eyed man no more.

"Fuck off!" you heard that raspy voice cry out from behind the wall.

Later that evening, you were sat on your lover's bed. The sheets were a lovely shade of orange, brightly colored but nothing too tacky. The walls were decorated with images of you and your lover together, although you did not always look happy to get your picture taken. You smiled in a good few of them, though. The skulls of creatures felled by your lover also adorned the walls. Some of them hurt to look at, but others were more ordinary looking.

Vulkan was focused on brewing himself some tea at the moment. "I honestly thought that you two would like each other," he said nonchalantly, pouring himself a cup of it. Steam rose from inside his ornate cup and he took a sip, locking eyes with you. He was out of his armor now, adorned in nothing but a simple robe.

"Are all of your brothers like this?" you asked incredulously. Your hands were bunched up into fists, your knuckles anxiously kneading the bed.

Vulkan threw his head back in laughter, some of the tea falling out of the cup from the sudden movement. "Like Curze? Don't worry, he's got to be the worst of them. Oh." Vulkan paused to take a sip of his tea. "Please don't tell him that I said that, darling," he said, his face falling.

"Alright," you said, a lump in your throat forming. Uh oh.

You had nothing to worry about. A radiant smile lit up his obsidian face again, and you in turn smiled back at him. "I forget," he said, taking another sip of his tea. "What about my brother even got you so riled up in the first place?"

You laughed, something between a pleasant and an angry one. "You don't remember?" you asked, the fire in your voice from earlier beginning to build up again. "He said... on the Emperor, I don't want to repeat it..."

"You don't have to, darling," he said, sitting on the bed next to you. The bed was the perfect size for him, but it made you look even smaller than you were. You were small for a human, and your lover ever accentuated your stature by being over twice your size. He had put his tea down and his arms were around you in a sideways hug.

"I know I don't have to. I will, though," you said, leaning into the hug with a huff. As you opened your mouth to speak, your lover shushed you. You closed your mouth with a slight pout.

"Don't let him get into your head," he said calmly. "It's so cute that you're protective of me, but..." he trailed off. He opened his mouth and closed it, considering his next words carefully. "But I can hold my own against him, I promise. Besides, what's the worst that could happen?"

You sighed as he pressed his lips to the top of your head. He positioned you so that you were facing him on his lap as easily as if you were nothing more than an object. You wanted to object, to scream that his brother was not only a danger to the mission but a danger to him, but the words got caught somewhere in your throat. Instead you pressed against him, his hands rubbing your back.

"There," he said calmly. For the next few moments there was silence, and you felt nothing but the rising and falling of your lover's chest.

"I'll do it again," you murmured.

Vulkan laughed. You snickered too before your face fell again, your voice still quasi-muffled against his chest. "I'm serious."

"You're serious, now?" asked Vulkan. "Darling, he's just my brother. I told you that I can handle him on my own."

You looked back up at him. "I know. But I don't want you to handle him on your own."

Vulkan's eyes widened. "You don't... want me to?"

"You heard me."

Vulkan chuckled, pressing your head to his chest. "Alright. I'm going to be careful around him. For you," he cooed.

Whether he was placating you or he was going to legitimately change his course of action, you realized that was going to be the best you were going to get. You relaxed in his arms and he closed his eyes. He laid back on the bed, with you on top of him. His hands moved about on your back, slower and slower before they stopped moving and he started snoring, lightly.

"I love you, Vulkan," you said quietly as you fell asleep on top of him.

#primarch x reader #warhammer 40k x reader #vulkan x reader #vulkan #reader insert #warhammer lobotomy #i hope i did your prompt justice anon!

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c-h-pictures · 2 years ago

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TCG Boys' Night but everyone's a little tipsy

Kaveh: Oh and uhh... The guy that lives down the road and owns a spaniel - what's his name?

Alhaitham: I have no idea who you're talking about.

Cyno: Daniel.

Tighnari, barely conscious: Oh, yeah, I know Daniel - wh - no! Shut up!

Kaveh: *coughing violently for no apparant reason*

Alhaitham: *talking over him*

Tighnari: Did you know there's a mind control fungus called -

Cyno: Cordyceps, we know, you bring it up every other conversation.

Tighnari: AND I WILL KEEP DOING SO UNTIL A HUMAN RENDITION OF IT EVOLVES AND IT TAKES OVER YOUR BRAIN SPECIFICALLY!

Kaveh: Why are you so mad today?

Tighnari: I was up all night because of an argument I wasn't even involved in.

Cyno: Tighnari! We just got out, where are you hiding?

Tighnari: *face down on the table*

Kaveh: Is he alive?

Alhaitham: *drops a workbook on Tighnari's back*

Tighnari: Mmmm...

Alhaitham: Yes.

Tighnari, sat behind the art stand at the arts & culture festival: Am I even allowed to be here? I'm not on the register for helping out.

Kaveh: You're my friend and I'm the organiser, it's fine. I'll let you sit underneath it and hide from the world if you need. And if you want to contribute to the stall, I can teach you how to make people's names fancy.

Tighnari: I don't want to be in the building - Cyno, stop taking all of the baklava, it's not for you.

Cyno: I'm not running any of the stalls, so technically it is. We'll make a deal, you'll stop getting mad at me for eating it and I'll cover for you skipping Maths.

Tighnari: I never mentioned skipping Maths.

Cyno: You look like you're about to cry and Maths is your hardest. And you've missed 3 homeworks that I know still aren't done.

Alhaitham, also eating from the food stand: I'm not coming up with an excuse for Kaveh skipping Maths.

Kaveh: How dare you?

[The day after the intruder alarm test interrupted a lesson]

Cyno: How are you after yesterday?

Tighnari: I'm only here because we're doing a practical, if we weren't, I'd be working from home.

Cyno, patting him: Okay.

Tighnari, elbows on the table, glaring at the knife in Cyno's hand: Fuck you. You're shit. It's an onion. Why can't you cut a fucking onion?

Tighnari: Kaveh! Are you done with your knife?

Kaveh: No.

Tighnari: All you're doing is scraping it into the beaker, you can use your finger for that! Give!

Kaveh, scared: Okay.

Tighnari, taking the other half of the onion: Archons, this one's shit too. I could cut this faster with my fingertips. And I do mean the actual skinned padded part.

Cyno: Never use skinned in that context again, that was a horrendous visual.

Fire alarm goes off

Tighnari:

Tighnari: I'm going to kill the person that decided to test these the day after each other.

Cyno: Don't say that with a knife in your hand!

Tighnari: This knife won't do shit to a human!

Tighnari: We should've brought the onion and the cuttings boards with us. Wait for them to sort things out, sit in the corner of the car park cutting on the ground.

Cyno: We wouldn't have been allowed to.

Tighnari: What were they gonna do? Tell us to go back into the building?

Alhaitham, watching the timer on his phone: Ours is already in the water bath.

Tighnari: How? Your knife was just as shit as ours.

Kaveh: We gave up after getting a quater of the onion cut.

Cyno: Why didn't we do that?

Tighnari: Because I'm now adamant to cut a whole onion with these knives to prove that they could've done it.

Tighnari: Why are they making us go through reception? Why can't we just - *realisation* shit, they're checking IDs.

Cyno: Why 'shit'?

Tighnari: I have my ID over my jacket because I don't like the feel of it against my neck. The jacket which I took off to put the lab coat on.

Alhaitham: Did you leave your ID in class?

Tighnari: Yeah...

Alhaitham: Ah, hope they don't hold you back for too long.

Kaveh: ...

Alhaitham: Did you leave yours as well?

Kaveh: Yep.

Alhaitham: Well, that's your issue.

#genshin impact #genshin incorrect quotes #genshin tighnari #genshin cyno #genshin alhaitham #genshin kaveh

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magicspace114 · 8 months ago

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The villain paced in front of your cell angrily, red cape swishing, and all you could do was sit still and be quiet. You were good at that. Your sister once said if you had a super power it was being ignored.

You knew better than to fight your captor when you were taken. Nightshade was one of the nicer villains until you pissed her off so while being kidnapped was scary, she at least didn't harm you. You didn't even have a bruise from where she'd suddenly grabbed you and pushed you into a van.

Hellblaze was more scary. He was a wildcard, a loose cannon. He'd been the reason your brother had to retire even if they'd manage to recover some of his eye sight. Looking at the villain now, you could see a few scars likely caused by your family. That's why you curled up in a ball in the corner of your cell. At any stage, he could turn his aggression on you.

"There's still time for them to act," Nightshade said, "you made it public enough, they'd have to act. There's no way the city will let them get away with abandoning their own child."

"Oh, they're such high and mighty pricks, they'll get away with it somehow. Then what? We just have a kid in our lair," Hellblaze gestured wildly in your direction, making you flinch.

Nightshade sighed and wandered up to the bars of your cell, "hey, kid? Any idea what's keeping your parents so long?"

"Don't put it like that," Hellblaze hissed, "what's wrong with you?"

"What? It can't hurt to ask." Nightshade shrugged.

"Well do it gently, otherwise you'll- see? See what you did?" Hellblaze pointed aggressively in your direction, making you flinch again.

It took a couple seconds of confusion before you realised you were crying. You hadn't done that in a while. Tears were frowned upon back home and you were quick to hide your face and wipe them.

Hellblaze muffled his voice as he spoke to Nightshade but they were already so close to the cell that you heard. "You can't just ask a kid why their parents left them behind without a bit of... delicacy."

"We've literally already kidnapped this kid and they know we're waiting for their parents to save them. There's nothing about this that's going to make them feel better." Nightshade hissed back.

Hellblaze just sighed, "fine, whatever, do it your way."

"Hey, kid," Nightshade called for your attention and you furiously wiped your cheeks before turning back to them. "It's fine, we don't care if you cry as long as you answer us."

You blinked back more tears, swallowing the lump in your throat. "Sorry. You took the wrong kid." You said.

"Are you saying you're not even Sentinel and Guardian's kid?!" Hellblaze asked, glaring at Nightshade.

"N-no, I am," you squeaked quickly, "just you didn't take the one they'd try to save." You ducked your head at that.

"Why wouldn't they save you?" Nightshade asked.

"I- don't- I don't- have powers." You struggled around hiccups as you fought with the sobs.

Hellblaze and Nightshade still looked confused like that wasn't an answer to their question. They appeared to be waiting for you to finish your excuse but when you didn't, they looked between each other even more angry. Flames danced on Hellblaze's hair while Nightshade's mouth set in a grim line as she stared back.

"I- I'm sorry," you tried to pacify their anger, "please, please don't kill me." More sobs escaped in your desperation. "You can fake my death or something and make it public and I can just leave. I'll leave the city and live somewhere else. I just don't want to die."

"Easy kid," Hellblaze crouched to be level with you while you sat, "we're not angry at you. We're angry at your parents. You've done nothing wrong, we won't hurt you."

"Honestly, you've done everything right. Have you been trained on what to do in a kidnapping?" Nightshade asked.

"My d- Sentinel told me not to fight it, that I'll only get hurt if I do." You said.

Nightshade nodded, "I nearly pulled into McDonald's for your good behaviour."

You blinked away more tears, looking down at Hellblaze. "What now?"

"We're gonna give your parents till their deadline then if nothing happens, we'll take you somewhere safe." Hellblaze's voice was gentle like he knew that anything louder than a murmur would probably tip you over the edge to start crying again.

"You like horses?" Nightshade asked. You nodded timidly. "I think I know the best place to keep ya. God knows my parents want to be grandparents so badly." She rolled her eyes like she hadn't just suggested straight up adopting you.

"R-really?" You asked quietly.

"If you don't mind living on a ranch, yeah, you can stay with them." Nightshade nodded, "though, I warn you, they get up really early and will probably make you get up at the crack of dawn."

"As long as I get to sleep through the night," you said breathlessly and both villains looked at each other curiously. "You two do a lot of attacking at night. It wakes up the whole house when they get called out."

Nightshade shrugged, "fair."

"Aww, now I hope we can keep them," Hellblaze said, "they can be a little supervillain in the making. They've already got the backstory."

"I don't have powers," you reminded them.

"Oh, you don't need powers. If you're smart and you can fight, you can be a villain and both of those only need education." Hellblaze smirked, "you read any Batman comics? He doesn't have powers and he's one of the main leaders of the League."

"Ok, let them chose what they want, it's their life," Nightshade said, "peaceful life on a ranch or revenge."

You grimaced, "I uh..." You wanted both but you didn't want to tell them that. You wanted your family to suffer for what they did but you also wanted to live somewhere nice, away from them.

"You don't need to decide now," Nightshade said, "you can go live with my parents on the ranch and one day on a visit, you can say you want that revenge and we can train you."

"I don't want them to forget they left me to die," you said.

Hellblaze grinned, "oh we'll make sure. We have people who can stir up the public, paint murals, we can make people go on strike for you."

"Can I see?" You asked, "th-then live somewhere else."

Nightshade reached a hand in through the bars and you leaned away at first until a flower grew out of it. You picked the daisy and held it close, "whatever you want. And if you ever change your mind, my parents will get in touch with me and we can talk about what you want to do."

"Thank you." You looked down at the daisy, twirling it delicately in your hand.

"We're trained professionals when it comes to embarrassing your parents, trust me, kiddo." Hellblaze smirked. You smiled at them.

You were the only child that didn’t have powers in a family of metahumans. Today you got kidnapped by a supervillain… and none of your family came to the rescue.

#writers #writers on tumblr #writing prompts #writeblr #heroes and villains #villain #hero

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snwusberry · 1 year ago

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THIS IS FICTION AND DOESN'T DEPICT THE ACTUAL PEOPLE IRL

♧ kaya's point of view ♧

fuck the festive season.

thank you for your time.

ever since miyoung decided to pitch in the idea of having a secret santa for the family 2 years ago, it's been a mission and a half trying to enjoy christmas. especially because i don't know what in the fuck to buy mr choi.

anyway, hayoon dragged us to the mall because poor thing hasn't gone out for leisure ever since she fell pregnant in the beginning of the year. she finally popped that little fucker out in october but she's been so busy working and being a mother that she barely got any down time to truly relax and go out for leisure, she's been making so many plans to go out and have a good time all while yeonjun stays home with the baby.

we're currently staying a few weeks at the choi household where our partner's parents are living.

they have 5 kids which are all men and three of them are in stable relationships, two of which are married.

the first to get married being yeonjun who got married to hayoon 4 years ago, second being jongho who's married to miyoung, they got married last year.

the other three left are beomgyu, my boyfriend of 4 years, san and soobin.

i met beomgyu at yeonjun's wedding. my brothers who are friends with the choi brothers were invited and brought me along because i would've been home alone.

it was a beautiful, outdoor ceremony taking place at a gorgeous chapel and there sat beomgyu looking glorious right in front.

i knew what i had to do so i approached him during the reception. i thought it would be just a failed attempt but he ended up ditching the bridesmaid he was paired with and spent pretty much the whole night with me much to my brother's dismay.

he's friends with beomgyu so he was a bit skeptical and then yeosang was against me having a relationship all in all, not at all happy with the whole arrangement. he warmed up to him eventually though so it's all good.

"hayoon, you've been looking at baby outfits the entire day." miyoung

♧ beomgyu's point of view ♧

okay deep breath, you got this.

what exactly? well i'm glad you asked even though you literally didn't. i'm planning on proposing to the girl of my dreams and nightmares depending on what mood i catch her in and as corny as it sounds, i've never felt happier nor have i see myself as happy as i am with her.

"bro relax." yeonjun tells me from where he's sitting, a baby in his arms that he's feeding literal air because there is nothing in that bottle.

"how can i? what if she says no or she's not ready? or what if she thinks it's rushed and breaks up with me?" i respond with nothing but panic and worry in my voice.

"or... get this right? she says yes." soobin asks in the corner.

"i can't do this guys." i say, plopping myself down on the couch.

"that's because you're already telling yourself everything will go wrong. you need to calm down."

"that's because everything went well for you and you're happily married. what about me?"

"man, what about you?" yeonjun says. "you already planned everything and asked her to cancel her plans for this. don't be a little pussy, everything will go according to plan, okay?"

the baby - minji, who is yeonjun and hayoon's daughter -starts crying hysterically and he excuses himself to go calm her down since her mother is out somewhere. now i'm left with soobin who's also about to give me the same story yeonjun did.

"just don't think too much okay? by the end of the day you'll see we were right when you come back home with your fiancée."

"change of plans, no one's proposing." jongho walks in with san behind him.

"what do you mean?"

"san would you like to share with the class?"

"no i'm good."

"he lost the ring."

"WHAT?"

footnote: i'm gonna be so real with you guys, there's gonna be a lot of pov changes throughout this. theres a reason i swear 😭. please bare with me

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husbandohunter · 2 years ago

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Hey I saw that your requests are open so, remember your genshin impact x reader, where the reader was very smol :X I have been recently Been simping intensely for ayato. Could you maybe make a part 2 where ayato is present? I would love to see that happen!

Inazuma Daycare [Baby Male Genshin]

Characters: Itto, Ayato, Thoma, Kazuha, Gorou

Synopsis: A supposed demon, a Yashiro Commissioner, a former criminal, a foreign servant and the General of Watatsumi…all under the age of six. Since it can’t be helped, you must do everything for them.

Tags: gn reader, platonic love, children

(A/n): When someone request the child series, it's free real estate *proceeds to insert the rest of the boys*

Arataki Itto

The loud kid who speaks before raising his hand. The kid who brings trading cards and aggressively shows off how poggers his legendary collections are worth MILLIONS (they're not). The kid who sucks the life energy out of your body.

"Teacher! Pick me, pick me!"

But you just can't hate him.

Itto would undoubtedly still be the tallest. His horns were like little bumps, barely poking out. He's not particularly savvy with his face painting skills yet, which you must fix it up for him after he got into a mess as always.

"I wanna use the colour red. Make it streak down like tears of blood on my face! Oh man, I'm going to look so cool!"

Okay Itto, now sit properly or this marker is going across your nose.

During art time, he likes to create his own version of 'Teyvat Creatures'. You had an earful of them: King of Hiligalaticalspectadogchurls and Evil Beans (the main villain of his hand-made manga by the way). Colours outside of the lines too. Very proud of his work. Sells them for 50 mora each.

Lunch time was the messiest for him. He can't hold his utensils and prefers to use bare hands.

The reason why Itto has such good beatboxing skills was that he practiced at a young age. Though he ends up spitting everywhere instead. You hope that he'll get better as soon as possible.

Voice cracks. You can hear him across the playground field.

But no matter how rowdy he is, Itto gets along with everybody and never leaves them feel left out. You find him inviting little children in the corner to a game of tag during recess. Sadly, he still ends up being last place in these games. Might pout. Might get salty. Might cry.

Itto refuses to agree that he is a crybaby. He runs a lot outside and would end up scraping his knee when too careless. You remember fixing a wound for him, his face would be all scrunched up as tears were piling up. He'll just keep repeating the same phrases: "this is nothing"/ "I'm a man and men don't cry".

You laughed, "Yes, indeed you are."

Kamisato Ayato

The kid whose parents fund your entire business. The popular trustfundkid. The kid way too mature for his age. Ayato holds tight to his refined image that he may come off a bit vain. Why is he even in your daycare anyways?

The first thing he does when entering you classroom was to mutter, "So this is where the donations went."

"Excuse you not everyone can afford high-quality furniture like you and for the record, I bought them myself."

When Thoma isn't available you'll be his substitute. It's unbelievable how rich the Kamisatos are. Ayato couldn't even fasten a sash knot and expected you to put on his kimono the moment he outstretched his hands.

You found a hidden bottle of Bubble Tea which of course, you confiscated. No desserts before lunchtime, Young Master.

Despite his rather lavish upbringing, you often found Ayato being picked up by his servants rather than his parents. His family loved him very much, but they were obviously too busy to attend their son's needs all the time. Since then, you saw him in a different light.

Thus when indoor recess was finished, you made Ayato in charge of putting the toys back into the toybox.

Thoma was about to help, that is, until you interjected faster than the Shogun's lightning.

This would be the first step to helping the young boy connect with his fellow classmates. He didn't have to be treated on a pedestal, he was an equal, a child who needed your attention more than anything. Initially, Ayato felt bothered by the tasks you gave to someone like him but those tasks ended up bringing the two of you closer.

For instance, serving the meals. Ayato genuinely liked your cooking much to your surprise. He was often served the best and healthiest dishes with the best ingredients but they lacked the cozy hearth-like feeling that you had. He said it tasted simple, yet honest.

Enjoys his hand being held when you both cross the street. Politely asks if he could keep holding onto you. “I like it when you hold me, teacher.” It's safe to say that the kid has grown attached, albeit clingy. Next thing you find yourself carrying him like a baby.

You will never know that Ayato intentionally finds excuses to follow you around. He'll get jealous when his classmates, even Thoma, steal your attention. And when you scold him for it, he'll get sad. But don't be fooled! They might just be puppy eyes.

Thoma

The kid every teacher- no, every MOTHER would dream to have. (Totally 100% a mommy's boy). He's got that vibe to attract grandmas and aunties of all sorts. Thoma deserves all the stickers and he always ends up claiming his sticker prizes first, for being such a good boy. In fact, he is the only kid that eats everything you serve, even the vegetables.

Give him the head pats, give him ALL the head pats (Ayato stares menacingly from the corner). "Whos a good boy? Yes you are, yes yoo are Thoma uuu!!"

In contrast to his master, Thoma was an appreciative, humble and attentive little boy. You found him glued to Ayato's side, performing duties such as carrying his luggage, smiling through the obvious heavy lifting. You feared that he was threatened and sold into child slavery.

Kid!Thoma would definitely be a ship figurine junkie. He'd bring in a new model everyday and held it tightly in his tiny, fat, little hands. It's so endearing to see him during indoor recess, when he drags his toy across the floor, making splattering sounds with his mouth.

"Sshhhhhhwishhhhhh, pow! Bam. Babababababbaammbam!!" he says while bumping two boats together in battle.

Thoma, boats can't shoot elements from their canons.

In art sessions, he drew you a picture of him and you together eating ?dango? (he tried his best, okay?), "This is for you teacher, because I love you soooo much!" HNNNNGG

*Clutching chest and dies of heart failure*

When there would be quarrels among the other kids (Oh the usual, Itto whining over how Sara took his favourite cup), he's the first to call you over. "Teacher said no more fighting, we have to be nice to each other!"

He's such a sweetheart. Thoma would pull in a stool and reach to sprinkle food into the fishtank before eating his lunch. He said he felts bad that the fish had to watch everyone eat while they wait for their turn :(

"Good job Thoma, here's your seventh sticker for the day."

Kaedehara Kazuha

The toddler 1/2

You recalled the day when Mister Tomo dropped off Kazuha on his in daycare for the first and he'd timidly clung to his pants while hiding from behind. He's a shy little one, still is. You had to do a little coaxing otherwise Mister Tomo would have been late for work and stayed in your school for the rest of the evening.

However when Mister Tomo managed to sneak out without Kazuha noticing, he started to cry immediately. It brought so much distress that Gorou felt like crying too. You had to carry him because if you didn't, Kazuha would have found some way and climb over the fence, chasing down the running figure.

It took a long time before Baby Kazuha became comfortable with you. He tends to be very sensitive, especially towards nature. You'd bring him to the school garden every once in a while to show him the flowers. He looked so cute when trying to grab a butterfly, twisting and turning in your arms.

Quiet reading time was when you spent most with the toddlers out of all the kids. Kazuha is the only one to take out a bunch of books but never go through all of them. He'd flip through a few pages before getting bored and moving on to the next. You found him to be an extremely fast learner when it comes to literate subjects.

The way his little smile stretches his chubby cheeks when he says a word out loud. That's it. That's the show.

Kazuha may be a toddler but he's old enough to walk and play with Itto and the other kids. The thing is, he never does. He prefers to quietly play in the sandbox with Gorou. It's a wonderful bonding experience for both of them. Since the day you taught Kazuha not to eat sand to draw shapes and build sandcastles, he couldn't pull away from it anymore. And if you did, he'll start whining.

Likes to play with the pet turtles. When I say play I mean he simply sits there and stares as they watch them slowly crawl on the floor. When Mister Tomo arrived to pick him up, Kazuha asked him whether they can have a turtle too.

Needless to say, he'll have no trouble coming to daycare anymore.

Gorou

The toddler 2/2

Juggling between Kazuha and Gorou was hard, especially when you had to shoo Itto away from petting his ears or prying Yae's hands from pulling his cheeks. He was often dropped off at daycare with a stuffed Shiba Inu in his arms, notably that it was his guardian and good luck charm. Everywhere he went, General Gorou Jr would follow him too.

Since he was still young, you also had to spoonfeed him his lunch. Ah but don't forget to feed General Gorou Jr! You would now be serving two small bowls as his stuffed toy took space on an empty seat. Most of the time it was just Gorou talking to his stuffed animal and you learned many things about his alter ego. From General Gorou Jr's birthday to the way that he liked his bread sliced up.

Gorou once placed his Shiba Inu against your cheek to mimic a dog kissing you indicating that General Gorou Jr appreciated all the work you've done. Totally not lowkey expecting a kiss in return.

It's funny how his dog sense would kick in and he would suddenly become shy about it. One of those moments was where he'll be digging the sand beside Kazuha's sandcastles and burying the shovels that were needed for the process. This would make Kazuha angry and they get into a fight over protecting/digging up the sandbox.

Then there were other moments when a ball would suddenly roll by (Yae) and it would distract him from whatever he was previously doing (ends up having his desserts stolen because no one was guarding it)

"Hehe, teacher did you know that Gorou sleeps while hugging his tail?"

See for yourself. When it was nap time, Gorou was the first one to fall asleep and the last one to wake up. He'd pull up his fluffy tail between his legs, nuzzling against the fur, dozing off into dreamland.

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books-and-catears · 3 years ago

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"Now I'm just a ghost..."

Brothers reacting to MC shutting them out after 'the incident' (Part 1)

Part 2 ->

(Spoiler alert for people who haven't finished Chapter 16)

Crying to them would be useless. Screaming at them would calling for Death once again. Even telling them would be pointless.

Grasping the complexities of human emotions? To understand mortality and how traumatic it is to watch yourself die? Betrayal and inability to trust again? To explain things like this to the demons would be nothing but a waste of time and energy.

Building a thick stone wall around your heart, one that not even the strongest could break, that idea gave you hope. There was no walking out at once, they'd never let you leave.

But to sneak away, drift apart slowly, while they lived under the illusion that you were still the same. Maybe that could work.

You're no longer human. Noone can be after seeing themselves die with their own eyes.

No. Now you're just a ghost with a body.

Lucifer

It started with you turning down two dinner dates in a row to Ristorante Six because you had other plans. He blamed it on exam stress and his overbearing brothers.

"Lucifer, it's already 2 am. I'm not leaving until you sleep."

"Here have some chamomile tea. It will help you sleep better!"

But you stopped going to his study to check up on whether he was asleep. The cup of tea you brewed also stopped appearing on his desk.

That's when your absence started bothering him. And to make it worse - he started being observant of it.

"Give me half of those forms here. There's no way you'll finish all this by yourself."

"No, Lucifer. I'm not letting you sitting by yourself to finish some council work that isn't even urgent."

You no longer lingered in the Student Council room to keep him company while he worked.

But now you took that half a pile and left. You still did your chores, even helped his brothers with theirs but you didn't let anyone help with yours.

"MC you've helped me finish my paperwork a week ahead of time. You are coming with me to the restaurant today, so I can thank you properly. I have already reserved seats for us, so I shall entertain no excuses." Lucifer finally cornered you one day.

You sighed and nodded. The uneasiness in your eyes didn't go unnoticed.

It wasn't until dinner that Lucifer noticed how far gone you were.

"Okay cheesecakes here are so much better than the human world ones! What do they put in this?!"

"Wait you haven't heard Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake?! It's my absolute favourite! You have to listen to it!"

But now you sat silent, looking down at your plate, trying to eat as swift as possible without being impolite. Lucifer straightened in his chair. He didn't mind starting conversations.

"MC, what do you think about the hellfire roasted cheese poppers? Are they similar to what you call jalapeno poppers back in the human world?"

You lifted your head up slightly to get a clearer look of the food on your plate. "Yes somewhat." That's how you answered all his questions.

It almost felt like you were deliberately disrespecting him but he could sense no ill intent. "MC, are you perhaps tired?"

"Yes. Very much. May we go home now?" You said, leaning back into the chair and looking outside.

Lucifer made you take his arm on the way back home. You didn't object.

"What's wrong MC..." Lucifer finally asked. "Why are you being like this?"

For the first time that night, you looked at him directly. "I think you know. It's the same reason it took you so long to ask me."

And then you walked away. Leaving him alone with his bottles of Demonus, cursed records and worst fears.

Mammon

It was easier to pretend with Mammon. Since he hadn't actually hurt you - you were better at faking smiles with him. And his touch wasn't as repulsive as the others. But you no longer seeked him out like you used to.

"Mammonie, what's wrong? Lucifer took Goldie again? I can't get it back right away so how about a hug instead hmm?"

"Oi, Great Mammon, I'm sleepy, give me your shoulder please."

But you had your limits. You'd let him hold you during horror movie marathons - yet stopped falling asleep on his shoulder like you used to. His arms would tighten around you, his face hidden in your shoulder, but you no longer offered reassurance like before.

"It's okay, Mammon, look I'm here. You're here. We're both safe."

"No Mammon, I promise to stay in your room all night. No I won't sneak off, I promise!"

Now you'd lend him Grimm and not bother asking for it back. You didn't have much use for it anyway. There's seven less people to buy random gifts for anyway.

You'd let him rant on and on about his wins or losses at the casino. But you wouldn't accept anything he'd gift you anymore. Whatever he gave you - he'd find the money he used to buy it in his room somewhere.

"Oi MC! What's the meaning of this? That was a gift for you, you're not supposed to pay me for it!"

You simply shrugged. "Think of the money as a compensation for going through all the uneccessary effort."

One night, while you were helping him revise spells, he got increasingly anxious of your growing indifference. Grabbing your hand, he caught your attention.

"Oi human, what's up with ya? You... haven't been smiling as much as you used to. Is something bothering you?"

You merely shook your head, not even looking up from the text books. Mammon pulled you towards him and held your face to look at only him.

"Is it someone then? Someone threatening you? You know I'm your protector right? Ya can tell me anything."

You finally looked him in the eye. "Protector? Is that so?"

Mammon nodded, like an eager puppy waiting for his treats. You had a small smile on your lips as you placed your hand on his head, ruffling his hair.

"Then why did you just watch me die?"

Mammon stiffened in position, suddenly unable to breathe right. He slowly turned his head to away, afraid of what he had seen.

Cold eyes and a pointed stare that could cut glass. He was grateful that you looked off into the distance instead of him now.

"Ah it's too late. It's time to sleep." You freed yourself from his placid grip and walked out the door.

"MC wait..." Mammon struggled to speak, his throat suddenly dry. "MC I'm sorr-"

"Goodnight, Mammon." The door slammed shut on his apology. And just like that he'd realised he lost you forever.

Leviathan

Levi was hypersensitive to your growing distance. He was consistently losing his games cause he kept glancing over at you, looking for some light in your lifeless eyes. It didn't used to be like this before.

"Come on Levi, hold my hand. It's too crowded in here. I don't wanna get lost."

"Look look! How does this Ruri cap look on me, Levi? Cute? Eh? Why is your nose bleeding?"

You both would laugh so hard during sleepovers, that Asmo and Belphie would have to come and shut you up. You both would fanchant and get excited over new animes at the dinner table, much to the annoyance of everyone else.

"And can you believe Kuzo was there all along? Listening to the whole thing?! How embarassing!"

"No Levi, I don't think it's the sword who judges, it's the stone of morality who does that. Trust me, even the authors hinted at it!"

Your eyes always shone like the 'Victory! You win!' text at the end of his games.

But now he couldn't remember the last time you laughed. Your eyes had been reduced to the darkest of shadows.

He'd seen these eyes before in anime. He always thought it was an exaggeration - but seeing it up close, he felt his heart quicken and sink. But he couldn't look away.

"Levi. Concentrate. This is your last life. If you lose this round we will have to start over."

You spoke less and less these days. And even when you did, you sounded more machine than human. He would always get startled, barely recognising your voice.

Levi nodded and turned his gaze towards the screen. He felt his eyes water looking at the game characters holding hands while facing off against the final boss.

He made his character run to the left to grab some extra healing items only to see the boss was closing in on him. He saw your character jump in front of his, using its strongest weapon to defend him.

"Wait MC, wasn't that your last-"

The final boss was on its last legs, and so was your character. His character rushed to heal yours but the final boss got to you first before it was shot down by the traps you both had laid.

VICTORY. YOU WIN.

Levi didn't feel happy in the least. He stared at his character kneeling to a ghost version of your character on the screen.

"Good, we finally beat the level." You said before putting his controller back and standing up.

"MC, wait a minute. Please."

You were already at the door when he called out. You spun on your heel only to see him kneeling on the ground, with his head bowed down.

"MC..I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry I let you die." He was mimicking the character onscreen.

"Are you talking about the game or our reality?" You said with an empty smile. "Either way we can't restart it, so don't dwell on it."

To noone's suprise, the pathetic shut-in otaku lost the only real friend he'd ever made. He hugged the controller you left behind and kept mumbling apologies to it.

Satan

Satan usually loved silence. It found it tranquil, calming the easily agitated monster inside him. And yet he only grew more miserable in your silence.

His fingers gripped the book harder as he struggled to read the words on the page for the twentieth time.

He kept glancing over at his door waiting for you to show up like you used to. Exam season was over but you both had recently exchanged books. Why weren't you here to talk about it yet? What about the pop quiz next week? Why weren't you studying with him?

"Satan, oh my god, what was that ending! I never saw it coming!"

"Hey Satan, could I bother you for a while? I have absolutely no idea why this spell isn't working-"

Come on, MC. Knock on the door already. Satan sat up and stood by the door, so you wouldn't have to wait and announce yourself. He got so impatient he opened the door and looked out onto the dark corridor.

"Satan, I brought you something. Guess what? Yes it's the newest Life of Cat volume! I grabbed the last one before it sold!"

"Satan! The momma cat in the garden finally delivered her babies! Come on we have to go see them!"

He was the first one you'd go to when it came to cats atleast. Right? Or was he wrong about that too? He just wanted to hear you call out his name again. Once MC, just once, please...

"Satan."

His eyes shot open as he stared at you standing in front of him. You were carrying two books in your hand. Ah finally, you were here. He would hear your voice again.

"Ah I was waiting for you MC. Come in. Come in." He ushered you inside, grabbing you by the hand.

"So what did you think of the climax? What a tragedy wasn't it? I honestly expected a happier ending." Satan made you sit on his bed next to you.

"I'm not here to talk about the books. I was just here to return them." You said.

Satan's shoulders slackened, excitement leaving his eyes as fast as it came. He knew you'd eventually not want him around but he didn't know what he'd done to cause this. The least is deserved was an answer.

"MC, before you go, can you atleast tell me why you don't want to be around me anymore....?"

His voice shook with grief. He tried to be angry so he could mask his weakness but he couldn't.

"You already know the answer to that."

He looked at your cold blank eyes and suddenly he had a sickening feeling that he really might already know the answer.

"The princess only turned into an evil queen because the knight who promised to protect her didn't keep his promise."

Satan stood frozen against his bookshelf as you inched closer to him. So close he could he have just leaned in and kissed you.

"Instead he watched. He watched her die. He watched the dragon burn and devour her. Is it really her fault, she no longer wanted him around?"

Satan felt bile rise up to his throat. He remembered. He remembered standing helplessly while you lay in a pool of your blood.

"MC..." The most eloquent demon of them all couldn't get a word out. He only took your hand with his shaking ones, a silent plea for forgiveness.

"The story might be tragedy but it's a necessary one. No good story that starts with betrayal ends with forgiveness."

Your eyes flickered with the candles in the room before you pulled away and left him standing. He slumped down on the floor holding the book you left behind.

#obey me #obey me angst #obey me Lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me satan

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jhypeach · 3 years ago

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can we have more of jaehyun and jae-ah + reader please ‼️

Daddy's girl pt. 3

pt.1, pt.2 pairings: jaehyun x fem reader warnings: kissing, talking about sex, suggestive

It is undeniably true that Jae-eh is a Daddy’s girl. The moment she wakes up, she’d immediately go to Jaehyun’s side of the bed and poke his face until he wakes up, while you wake up to the noise of Jae-eh’s laugh.

She would often look for her dad every now and then, and as a mom, you also want your daughter to look for you, not just when she’s hungry but just like how she looks for her dad. And maybe Jae-eh is also a mommy’s girl as she keeps on clinging to you, given that her teething effects have started.

She started ignoring her dad and would just keep looking for him every now and then. You even had to take a leave from work for her. While his dad has basically a week off from the hospital and is very free to look after her. However, she’d throw tantrums whenever you’re not around.

"Okay, okay, we’ll go to Mommy. Shh, enough crying, Jae-eh" you heard Jaehyun say as he entered your shared study room in your house. "Mamaaa," Jae-eh cried as soon as she saw you. "Babe, I’m in a meeting," you whispered to Jaehyun loud enough for him to hear and for your employees to not. Jaehyun then started bouncing Jae-eh on his arms to soothe her cries, "She won't stop looking for you."

You paused for a little before deciding to get Jae-eh from your husband’s arms as she was reaching for you. When you have Jae-eh, "You have to keep still, okay, love," you told her, and she looked at you intently. "Very quiet, okay?" she cutely smiled at you, which earned her a kiss on her forehead from you.

You settled Jae-eh on your lap, just enough to not be seen on your laptop screen, but her one ponytail in the middle of her head was popping and very visible on your camera. "Is that your baby girl, Mrs. Jeong?" one of your employees asked. You smiled at her in agreement.

"Who’s that, your son?" another one of them asked, looking at the corner right of your displayed screen. You looked at your side and you saw Jaehyun Indian sitting on the floor. His forehead could be seen on your camera. "Oh, it’s my husband." You laughed at how cute Jaehyun sat beside you so he could still look after your daughter.

The meeting took half an hour before it finished. Thankfully, your two babies were behaving enough to not disturb you. Jaehyun would distract Jae-eh so she wouldn’t reach for your embrace even though she’s just sitting on your lap.

"To dada now, love," you said to your daughter as you attempted to hand her to your husband, but she tightened her hug on your neck and faked crying to not let you go. "But Jae-eh, I thought Dada was your favorite?" he asked, tickling her foot, making her squeal on your hold. You looked at Jaehyun, seriously questioning his words, "Uhm, excuse me. Clearly, I’m her favorite," you stated firmly and raised an eyebrow. Jaehyun flashed a sly smile and bragged, "Not when she would wake me up first and give me morning kisses first."

You felt betrayed by his revelation. "You give dada kisses first?" you asked Jae-eh, to which she replied with a shy laugh, pursing her lips together and her hand covering her mouth. "Well, she just wants you in the morning to change her diapers," you remind your husband, as he often changes her diapers in the morning.

"Well, she just looks for you when she’s sick," he rebutted. "OK, you'll make dinner," you said, stunned by his words, "because she's sick and needs her mom. Right, honey?" You pressed your forehead against Jae-eh’s forehead as he widely smiled at you. Jaehyun exhaled in defeat. He knows he can’t refute you anymore.

You left Jae-eh in her room when she fell asleep playing with you. You went to the kitchen to check on your husband, who’s making dinner for the two of you. You noticed him standing in front of the stove, hands on the countertop, staring at his cooking and waiting for something to happen.

You went to his right side and peered at what he was cooking. He looked at you and brought his right arms to your waist, pulling you closer as he kissed the top of your head. "Why don't we have some sexy time, babe?" he asked, and you laughed. "You know, so we can stop fighting about who Jae-eh prefers," he explained, "even though it's clear that it's me," he murmured, hoping you wouldn't hear. You slapped his chest. "Hey, I heard that," you protested.

Jaehyun smiled at you as he bent you over backwards, holding you by the waist as he kissed you. You could feel his smile on your lips. "We still have enough time before Jae-eh wakes up. We’ll just reheat the food, "he said as he started kissing your jaw and neck.

Ohh Jeong Jaehyun you’re just taking advantage of the situation

“Let’s be quick then”

#jaehyun fluff #nct #nct x reader #jaehyun #nct jaehyun #jaehyun fic #jeong jaehyun #jaehyun suggestive #kpop smut #jaehyun smut #jaehyun x reader #nct 127

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top-tier-tickles · 2 years ago

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No Apologies at The Prize Counter

This is a FNAF: Blueycapsules tickle fic requested by 🎡 anon. Good God, I am SO SORRY FOR THE TIMING OF THIS FIC 😭. Oh, and I use multiple pronouns for Mangle, like in the comic. Hope that clears up any confusion. There are NO SHIPS IN THIS FIC!!! Anyway enjoy!

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Jeremy sobbed on the floor of the restaurant, his hands clutching the shredded remains of his tickets. Dave just had to go and do it. The teen had pissed him off, so Dave went and tossed the tickets away.

And unfortunately, Mangle saw that as playing catch.

They caught them, accidentally tearing them to pieces in the process.

"N-Now, Jeremy, there's no need to fuss-" Dave had tried to "comfort" him, his tangy southern accent faltering.

"FUCK OFF!" Jeremy retorted, still crying.

As Dave tried to diffuse the situation, his spine shivered as he felt an ominous presence enter the room. He stomach sank as he turned around to see their boss, Philip Guy (pronounced as Gee).

"Ph-Philerp, what a pleasant surprise!"

Phil arched a brow, looking at Dave, then Jeremy, then back to Dave.

"What happened?" He asked, hands on his hips.

"W-Well, nothing, really! We just-"

"YOU'LL REGRET THIS, YOU BASTARD!" Jeremy interrupted.

You could almost feel the heat in the room rising as Phil grew angrier. His nose scrunched, his pointed teeth beginning to poke out.

"Mr. Miller, may I speak with you on this matter, alone?..." he asked.

Welp. This is it.

William J. Afton, code name: David Miller, has fucked up.

Reluctantly, he followed the shorter man. They went into a hallway out of earshot from Jeremy.

"What happened?" Phil asked.

"Well, I may have destroyed Jeremy's tickets that he won..." Dave gradually got quieter as he admitted to his crime, but not so quiet that Phil couldn't hear him.

"Are you serious?! Why would you do that?!"

"I-it was an accident! I swear upon the lone star! That fox was just in the wrong place at the wrong time!"

"I'm not looking for your excuses, Mr. Miller. Right now, my focus is on the crying kid out there!"

It was both horrifying and hilarious how scary Phil could get. You just needed to push the right buttons. Dave could say he was almost proud of how Phil handled himself, it almost reminded him of Henry.

But right now, he was wondering if this was the same man who worked for him years back.

"If you'd like to get your paycheck this week, I suggest you march your ass over there, and apologize to Mr. Fitzgerald, and I don't wanna hear another word about it until I see a genuine smile on his face! Do I make myself clear?..."

"C-Clear as a crystal, Philerp."

"Good."

With that, he walked back into his office, closing the door behind him.

Dave returned to the dining area, seeing Jeremy sitting at a table sulking.

Mangle noticed this, and quickly laid their head on the table next to Jeremy, a small noise, similar to a whine emitting from her voice box.

"Aww, it's alright, girl. I know you didn't mean to..." Jeremy cooed, rubbing the animatronic's head.

Ok, this was just depressing.

"Hey, Jeremy..."

The teen whipped around, glaring at Dave with a look that could've sliced him clean in half.

"I just wanted to say that I am deeply sorry for the turmoil I've caused ya. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me..." the "texan" did his best to sound genuine.

Jeremy scoffed, "Yeah, right, jackass."

"I mean it! I never meant to tear your damn tickets!"

"Why the hell did you go and throw them, then?!"

"I was fucking with you! What the hell do ya even want the fucking tickets for, anyway?!"

Jeremy stood once again, making his way to the prize corner, and pointing at one of the prizes hanging on the wall.

A red cap, with a tiny plush Toy Freddy sewn onto the front above the bill, marked for 3,500 tickets.

Dave squinted, "You know, you probably could just take that. We've got lots more stuffed in a box in the back."

"Have you no HONOR, Dave Miller?!," Jeremy gasped, "A noble man doesn't just take what he wants! He fights and he earns that prize! And I had earned 2,430 of those tickets, and now all of my progress has just been destroyed!"

The teen slumped back into the chair, laying his head in his arms.

Dave bit his lip, desperately looking for a solution.

"Y'know, I'm sure that if you explained the situation to Philerp, he'd be happy to replace all your tickets."

"You think?" Jeremy turned back to the short texan, intrigued.

"I'm sure. Do you forgive me?"

Jeremy's expression fell, turning his back to Dave, crossing his arms.

Real mature.

Dave surfed through his mind to find a possible solution to this predicament. Suddenly, he had it!

Whenever Vincent or Henry would piss him off, he'd tickle the shit out of them! That could work for Jeremy.

Quietly, he snuck to the blonde's side, gently poking it, resulting in a yelp from the teenager.

"Dave, don't even fucking think about it...."

"Think 'bout what? Oh, this?" He replied, wiggling his fingers into Jeremy's ribs.

"DAHAHahahave! DON'T!-"

Jeremy began to burst into giggles as Dave went on.

"There's a smile! Let's make sure it stays there!"

"NAHAHAHOHOHOHO! FUHUHUCK OFF! HAHAHA!" Jeremy's laughter spiked as his stomach was kneaded.

"Oh, dear, getting sassy now, are we? Well, back in Texas, we had this ol' warning about attitudes."

"NO! NOHOHOHOHO OLD MAHAHAHAN STORIES!"

"'Old'?! Mr. Fitzgerald, I never! Looks like this 'old man story' is provin' to be true..."

"WHAHAHAHAT?!"

"Oh, yeah. Way back when, there was a legend back in my hometown. Meant as cautionary tale to any youngins who misbehaved. A monster would mark them as it's next victim if they didn't shape up..."

Dave's hands began to traverse all around Jeremy's torso, tickling several spots at once.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHAPIT!"

"Do you know what kind of monster it was?..."

"NOHOHOHOHOHO! HAAHAHAHA!"

"Well, he goes by the name of...."

Dave suddenly dove his hands in, clawing at the blonde's hips.

"The Tickle Monster..."

"GAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHO! STAHAHAHAHAHAPIT!"

"Should've heeded the warning, Jeremy. Now the Tickle Monster will feast on your laughter...."

"NOHOHOHOHO! NO TIHIHICKLE MOHOHOHOHONSTER! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

"There is but one way to deter this vicious beast, kid."

"W-WHAHAHAHAHAT IS IHIHIHIT!? AHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"It's that you stop being sad and forgive Mr. Miller for destroying your tickets."

"NOHOHOHOHOHO WAHAHAHAHAHAY! AHAHAHAHAAHA STOHOHOHOP!"

"That is the only way! Mwahahahaha!" Dave continued to tease, belting out his own evil laugh.

Jeremy only really got tickled by his friends when he was little, and even that was only for a split few seconds. The teases added to the sense. But, he did his best to hold out.

"BIHIHIHIHIHITE ME! HEEHEHAHAHAHAHA!"

Dave mocked a gasp, a wicked smile growing on his face. Then he dove his hands down, squeezing Jeremy's knees and scribbling on the back of them.

"AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO! NOHOHOHOHOHO! STAHAHAHAHAHAPIT!"

It was the knees. The knees always made Jeremy lose it.

"Forgive me!"

"NEHEHEHEHEVER! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Then this doesn't stop anytime soon."

"NOHOHOHOHOHO! AHAHAHAHAAHA! CUHUHUHUT IT OOHOHOOHOUT!"

Dave said nothing, continuing to tickle his knees.

"OKOKOKOK! STOHOHOHOHOHOP! I FOHOHOHOHORGIVE YOHOHOHOHOHOHOU!"

"Are yo suuuuure?"

"YEHEHEHEHEHES!"

"Alright." Dave took his hands away, standing back and crossing his arms, a pound smirk on his face.

"I haaaate you....so much....."

"I'm sure you do, kid."

Jeremy quickly regained his breath. Laughing when Mangle laid his head atop Jeremy's, a gesture similar to what a puppy would do.

"I guess I could thank you. I kinda needed a laugh."

"Don't thank me, thank Texas, kid."

"Sure, weirdo." Jeremy stood up, walking to Phil's office, presumably to ask for replacement tickets.

Looks like Dave would be getting his paycheck after all.

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THE END.

#blueycapsules #blueycapsules jeremy #blueycapsules dave #blueycapsules william #blueycapsules philip guy #blueycapsules tickle #tickle fic #sfw tickling #tag this as a ship and i'll fucking kill you

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marquez-junky8920 · 3 years ago

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Back again queen, your writing is just that GOOD dont blame me for being addicted. Here to get blessed with a marc shot (a fluffy one this time), where him and his partner have been together for more than a year and she finds out she is pregnant and tells him and it's super sweet and cute, you add to it however you like, we want DILF MARC 🤰🤰🤰🥵🥵

1+1=4

Hands shaking, tears welling in your eyes, you covered your mouth with your hand as you looked at the + sign on the stick in your hand. You were pregnant. After only a month of trying, you and Marc were going to be parents...

"Hey Marc!" you screamed for him downstairs. You heard his footsteps run up the stairs and when he turned the corner, he saw your tear stained face. You held up the test across the room to him and his jaw dropped.

"It's positive..." you cried, opening your arms as he ran up to you and brought you into a hug and spun you in a circle.

"We're gonna be parents? I-... I'm gonna be a dad?" he asked, emotion laced in his voice as a bright smile painted his face. You nodded your head and held back more tears as you looked up at him.

"You are totally getting pampered over the next 9 months..." he smiled, putting a hand around your waist and pulling you to him for a kiss.

"As if you don't pamper me enough?" you giggled into the kiss while his hand rested on your stomach.

"Yeah but now you're carrying our child. And that's cause for even more pampering." he bent down on his knees and lifted your shirt to expose your belly. He placed a gentle kiss right above your belly button and rested his forehead against it afterwards. You rested your hands in his hair and heard him sniffle lightly.

"Marc stop it. You're making me cry more." you giggled through tears, his head turning to look up at you as he cried.

"I'm so damn happy. We're finally starting a family. That's all I've ever wanted with you." he stood up and buried his face in your neck.

"We're cooking a little bean now." you touched your stomach and smiled at him.

That was 9 months ago almost to the day. You were in America with Marc for the Circuit of the Americas and you were both so pumped to be together in your favorite place. Between you being from America and one of Marc's favorite tracks being the American track, it was always a great time when you arrived in Texas.

"Are your parents going to be here?" Marc asked, sitting up in bed to allow you to lay on your side with your head in his lap.

"Yeah. They're going to be here in like 2 hours." you sighed, snuggling further into him. His hands rubbed at your swollen belly, smiling to himself at how beautiful you looked.

"Do you remember the first ultrasound appointment?" his velvet voice broke the brief silence. You smiled and giggled at the memory.

"Of course I do. I don't think I can ever forget your reaction."

"Ready for this?" you asked, smiling over at Marc as he put the car in park in front of the doctor's office.

"I'm ready to see the first picture of my kid." he leaned over the center console and kissed your stomach again before getting out and jogging over to your side of the car to help you out.

Getting into the waiting room, you filled out all of the necessary paperwork and waited for about 15 minutes before getting called back. Laying on the table and lifting your shirt lightly, the technician put the cold jelly on your stomach and started with the ultrasound.

"Alright guys, you ready to see?" she asked, smiling at the screen in front of her before turning it over to you and Marc.

"So here's one head. There's a foot right here, and you can see a little arm right here." she said, your hand going to hold Marc's as you both looked in awe at the screen.

"And if you'll look a little closer, here's another head..." she hinted, pulling a gasp from you and Marc.

"Excuse me, come again? Another? As in there's more than one?" Marc questioned. The technician nodded over to him and his jaw dropped as he looked at you.

"We're having twins!?" you smiled at the monitor and let your head hit the back of the table, small tears of happiness falling.

"Congratulations you guys! They both look healthy. Are we wanting to know the sex yet? Or leave it as a surprise?" she asked.

"Actually, if I give you our parents' phone numbers, can you tell them? They want to plan a gender reveal party for us." you asked her, pulling your shirt down after she cleaned the gel off of your skin.

"Absolutely! Let me get that information from you, and you are both free to go." she smiled, writing down the phone numbers for your parents.

Walking out of the building and to the car, Marc put his hands on the steering wheel and took a deep breath.

"We're having twins!" he screamed, a laugh falling from your lips at his reaction.

"And the gender reveal party? That was the best day of my life..." he smiled at the memory.

"Alright, let's bring the parents to be over here for the gender reveal!" your mom shouted to you and Marc. They had planned this party at the track in Sachsenring before the race. The entire grid was there with you and Marc, and everyone took bets on what the gender of the babies would be. It was almost split down the middle between boy and girl votes.

The theme of the gender reveal was, of course, motorcycles. You and Marc thought it would be the cutest thing to have two bikes start at the finish line and do a burnout to reveal the gender of the baby in the smoke from the rubber. Then after the gender was revealed, they would speed past you both and there was a photographer right in front of you to catch both of your reactions.

"Raise your hand if you voted for a boy!" Marc shouted, half of the people raising their hand.

"And for a girl?" you shouted, the other half of them raising their hands.

"I can't wait anymore, let's get on with it!" you squealed.

"Okay, baby number 1!" Roser shouted, looking at the bike with the number one on the front of it. The engine revved and the back wheel started spinning, blue smoke crowding everyone.

"YES!!" Marc screamed, hugging and kissing you as the bike sped past you both, everyone cheering behind you.

"We ready for baby number 2?" your dad asked, excitement written all over his face. You and Marc nodded, anxious to find out the 2nd gender.

"What if we have a girl?" you squealed as the engine turned on and revved. As the back wheel started spinning, you thought it was blue but it turned bright pink. Marc didn't even say anything, just screamed and picked you up to hug you this time.

"We get the best of both worlds!" he shouted, setting you down and kissing you again before you jumped up and down.

"AHHHH!!!!" you squealed, holding his hands while he laughed at you jumping in excitement.

"Fabio I thought you voted girl!" you pointed to him as you and Marc walked back to everyone.

"I flipped last minute..." he laughed sheepishly.

"You're such a traitor!" you laughed, playfully punching his shoulder.

"Hey, technically I'm not! Because you're having both a boy and a girl. I'm basically the uncle at this point. I'm the fun uncle. The funcle, if you will..." he said, a smile painting his face in excitement for you and Marc.

"Oh my god... Marc, Fabio is our babies funcle. Funcle Fabio!" you laughed, his belly laugh echoing through the room.

"Hey, hey, what am I? Chopped liver?" Alex walked up behind Marc and came to hug you both.

"You're the godfather." Marc said, shocking Alex in the process.

"I'm trying to come up with a witty comeback, but I can't find one. Are you serious?" Alex said, bewildered at the offer.

"Dead serious. We agreed on it as soon as she got the positive test." Marc said, hugging him as Alex teared up a little bit.

"Thank you guys. I can't wait to meet them." he said, hugging you and following you and Marc to go mingle for a little bit.

"When is your due date?" he asked, helping you out of bed.

"In like 4 days. And my god I feel like I'm going to pop at any minute now." you sighed, holding your lower back in pain. Carrying 2 kids at once was a lot of work...

"Here, let me try something. C'mere." he said, standing behind you and interlocking his fingers underneath you belly.

"Just relax. I got you." he said in your ear, your body relaxing immediately when you heard his voice and felt his touch. He pulled up on your belly and all of the pressure on your lower back and pelvis disappeared. You sighed in relief and leaned your head back on his shoulder.

"Does that feel better?" he asked.

"Oh my god, yes." you whined.

"I love you." he kissed your lips before going to get dressed for the race.

"Love you more baby daddy." you chuckled, a snort coming from him before he laughed.

"I love you most hot momma." he smirked, smacking your ass and cheekily smiling at you in the bathroom mirror.

You heard a knock at the door to Marc's trailer and you went to open the door. Seeing your parents, you hugged them and invited them in while you and Marc finished getting ready to go to the pit lane.

"Hi Marc! How are you?" your dad shook his hand and your mom hugged him.

"I'm good! I have a lot to be thankful for today." he smiled at you before looking back to them.

"Alright we're ready. Let's go!" you said, walking down the stairs. As soon as you stepped foot onto the pavement, you felt a sharp pain wrap from the left side of your back to the front of your stomach. Bending over and holding your stomach, Marc and your parents rushed to you.

"Baby are you okay?" Marc asked, holding you upright.

"Yeah. I think these are just Braxton Hicks contractions." you sighed, breathing through the contraction as the pain slowly subsided. "Okay I think we're good." you stood up straight again, Marc walking with his hand around your lower back all the way to the garage.

Marc put on his helmet and sat in his chair for a moment, praying to God to keep him safe on the track, as well as you and your unborn children safe. Before he got on his bike, he took his helmet off quickly to kiss you and your belly before putting it back on and driving out of the pit lane.

Watching Marc get ready on the grid and wave to you in the pit lane, you felt your heart skip a little beat as all the riders took off from the start line. Marc beautifully executed his cut in front of everyone before the infamous turn 1, acing every turn after than. He was unstoppable this race and you were beaming with pride for him. He needed this win so bad.

Crossing the finish line doing a wheelie, he looked over at you standing on your tippy toes in the pit lane to peek over the wall and he nodded his head at you excitedly. He did his last lap for his tribute to Nicky and came into parc ferme. As soon as he parked his bike, his team was all over him - screaming, crying, laughing, cheering. Marc needed this wind in his sails.

When his eyes found you, he smiled the biggest smile you'd ever seen and came over to hug and kiss you. Placing his hand on your belly, he whispered a soft 'thank you' in your ear. You knew that was always his way of saying 'I love you' after a huge accomplishment like this. Marc wasn't a man that often wore his heart on his sleeve, but when he showed emotion to you, it was in his own unique way. Your favorite way he would show his love for you was by him throwing you a certain look from across any given room or space. He could he talking to one of his friends at a party, look over at you with that smile where his eyes crinkle at the sides, and that was all you needed. It was so wordless and simple, but it's really all you needed from him. His love ran so deep for you and you always knew that.

"Ready for the podium?" you asked, smiling at him as you pecked his lips lightly.

"I don't know. Did I really win this race? It doesn't feel real yet." he said, tone of voice dazed since he still couldn't believe it.

"Believe it. You're their champion, but you're my world. You're quite literally the world champion." he snorted out a laugh next to you.

"You are too cute for your own good." he got the call to go out on the podium. "I'll see you in a minute princesa." he kissed you and your belly before walking out on the podium.

"Ahh..." you hissed in pain right as they handed ut the 3rd place trophy. Doubling over in pain, your parents came running over to you and helped you find a place to sit down.

"Honey are you alright? Are you having contractions?" your mom asked, rubbing your back in an attempt to ease your pain.

"I think so. This doesn't feel like Braxton Hicks." you groaned, remembering the breathing exercises that your doctor recommended for you.

"Can we get an ambulance to the hospital? My daughter is in labor!" your mom shouted to the crew chiefs over the crowd noise. Shortly after, the ambulance showed up and as you were walking, you felt a sudden gush.

"Uhhh mom? I think my water just broke..." you said, voice shaking a little bit. You were scared. You'd never been through this before and you were terrified something would go wrong.

"It's alright sweetie. That's totally normal and you're doing just fine. Let's just get you admitted into the hospital, okay?" she said, helping you into the ambulance before it drove off. On the way to the hospital, your contractions were getting minutes closer and you were starting to feel the urge to push. As your mom was helping you breathe so you couldn't push, your dad called Marc's manager and told him what was going on.

Back at the podium, his manager came running up to the podium as he was handed the 1st place trophy.

"Marc, your wife is in labor. She's on her way to the hospital." he said, shock painting Marc's face.

"Well boys, this has been great but I gotta go! I'm gonna be a dad soon!" he shouted, running his way off the podium after accepting congratulations and well wishes from Fabio and Pecco.

Running as fast as he could to his trailer, he stripped out of his leathers and into some jeans and a t-shirt before bolting out the door and getting into his car. He drove to the hospital that your dad told him the ambulance was taking you to and parked outside before running into the lobby.

"I'm here to see my wife. Her name is Y/N Màrquez and she's in labor." he rushed out, the receptionist telling him where you were admitted to. Deciding that the elevator was too slow, he bolted up 2 flights of stairs before getting to the delivery ward where you were. Room 346... 346...

"Hi honey." you smiled at him and reached out your hand for him.

"Hi beautiful. Is it time?" he returned a soft smile as he tried to catch his breath. You nodded your head.

"Just about. Why are you so out of breath? And why are you sweating?" you laughed.

"I ran up 2 flights of stairs just now and I never got a chance to cool off from the race and the podium. You have wonderful timing, you know that?" he chuckled at you, kissing your hand before sitting next to your bed.

"I've been cooking 2 babies inside of me for 9 months, don't talk to me about timing." you laughed back, squeezing his hand as another contraction came along. You were 8cm dilated and your contractions were about 2 minutes apart now. Sitting up in the bed seemed to be helping curb the pain a little bit, so Marc let you rest your head on his shoulder as he rubbed at your back. Since Covid hit, you were only allowed one visitor in the room, so your parents had to stay out in the waiting room while Marc came to help you. Everyone knew that Marc deserved to see his children being born and be there to experience that with you.

You made a humming noise everytime you breathed out to help you not scream. Just as that contraction ended, the doctor came in to check on your progress.

"Hello Mr. Màrquez. How are you?" he asked, shaking Marc's hand.

"Ready to be a dad! Is she 9cm yet?" Marc asked.

"It looks like she just reached 9cm, so it's time to start pushing. Are we doing a natural birth today?" you threw him a knowing glare.

"You're not touching me until I get an epidural." Marc, the doctor, and the nurses all got a laugh out of that. Sitting you up on the side of the bed, the doctor stood behind you and Marc held your hand and his your face in his chest as they inserted the needle into the nerve in your back. You winced at the pinch but rapidly started to lose the feeling of the pain of the contractions. Laying you back down with your feet in the stirrups, the doctor lifted your gown and prepped you for pushing.

"Alright Y/N, whenever you feel the need to push, I want you to push as hard as you can okay?" you nodded your head, breathing as evenly as you could before feeling that urge he was talking about. Gripping Marc's hand tightly, you pushed as hard as you could before relaxing back into the bed and taking a breather.

"Beautiful first push! Let's do another one." the doctor said, having you take a few more deep breaths before holding it and pushing for 10 seconds. Released your breath, Marc swiped the hair out of your face and kissed your forehead.

"You're doing so well baby. Keep going." he whispered to you, another urge to push coming along. 2 pushes later, and the girl was out. Getting the scissors, the doctor let Marc cut the umbilical cord before they took her away to clean her up. Marc returned to your side and continued holding your hand before you pushed again.

At this point, you were so exhausted and felt like you couldn't push anymore. You'd been having contractions almost all day and you were exhausted and in pain. Giving up halfway through the second push, you felt tears of defeat running down your cheeks. Marc looked at you and his heart broke for you. He wished that he could take your pain away and make you whole again, but right now, he knew you needed a rock to lean on.

"Hey, hey look at me. Baby, look at me." you opened your eyes and looked up at him hovering over you. He had a serious and determined look in his eyes. "You are the strongest and most stubborn woman I know. You can do this. Just breathe. Breathe with me for a second." he coaxed you through your breathing exercises and nodded his head. "Good, now what I want you to do is squeeze my hand as hard as you can and push okay? Just a few more big pushes, and he'll be out. I can see his head." he smiled at you and grabbed the back of your neck to nuzzle your face in his shoulder.

"C'mon baby. You can do this. Ready? 1, 2, 3, push." he said lowly, feeling your hand clench his in a death grip as you gave the last of your strength for this baby.

"Goooood job! The head is out. Just one more push!" the doctor said.

"Hear that? One more sweetie. Push!" he said, feeling your hand squeeze his once more before the boy came out as well. As Marc cut the umbilical cord, you began to get worried.

"Why isn't he crying?" the doctor was using a suction cup to get anything out of the baby's nose and mouth, but no crying was heard yet. Your lips quivered and you let your head lean back against the pillow.

"Please god, make him cry..." you whispered, sighing in relief when you heard a tiny little cry from him. Marc was right there to hold you as the doctors got the babies ready for you both to hold. He kissed your forehead and smiled down at you.

"You did so well honey. I'm so proud of you."

As soon as he finished his sentence, the nurses handed you the boy and Marc the girl. You smiled down at the baby in your arms and your heart filled with joy when you felt him grip your finger tightly. Looking up at Marc, he had his fingers pressing on his eyes and his head bowed. He was crying. Not saying a word, you reached out to touch his arm and his shoulders shook when he felt your touch. For so long, he'd wanted to start a family with someone, and he'd finally found the perfect woman to do it with. He was beyond happy and overjoyed at the life you both had together, and was ecstatic at the family you'd now started together.

"C'mere." you said, barely above a whisper as he came to stand closer to you. He was looking down at his daughter and smiled through his tears.

"She has your nose." he sniffled, ever so lightly touching the tip of her nose and giggling when she scrunched her face up at the sensation.

"And look at handsome man over here. He has your eyes, look." you smiled, looking down at your son. He was already a spitting image of Marc, you could tell. He was going to be just like his father one day...

"Have we decided on names for these lovely newcomers?" the nurse asked, ready to write down the names for the birth certificates. You looked up at Marc and the back at the nurse.

"Can we have a few minutes to talk about it? We have a few in mind but can't decided this quickly." you laughed.

"Absolutely! Just press the button here when you're ready and I'll be back." she smiled, walking out of the room to leave you and Marc to discuss.

"How about Mateo for the little man?" you suggested, listing off his full name to see how it rolled of your tongue.

"And Leon." Marc said, lightbulbs going off in both of your heads.

"Leon Màrquez Alenta." you both smiled.

"And for the princess..." Marc kissed her forehead and rocked her lightly back and forth in his arms.

"I think we both agree it's Charlotte." you said, smiling up at him as his face beamed down at her.

"My little Lottie girl." he cooed, already smitten with her. She wasn't even an hour old and already had him wrapped around her finger.

"So we have Leon Màrquez Alenta and Charlotte Màrquez Alenta." you smiled at each other and he added to it.

"And of course the sexy momma that made this all possible." he leaned in for a kiss and smiled against your lips. "You have no idea how much I love you." pressing another kiss to your lips, he kissed Leon's forehead before pulling away and letting you press the button for the nurse to come back into the room.

"So this little guy right here will be Leon Màrquez Alenta." you said, waiting for her to finish writing before looking to Marc.

"And the princess here will be Charlotte Màrquez Alenta." he put his finger to where she could grab onto it with her little hand and he pursed his lips while looking at you with a knowing look in his eyes. That was his 'kid in a candy store' look when he was beyond excited.

"I'm gonna build her a castle." he said, ideas already running through his head of how he was going to spoil her.

"And with my little man, I'm gonna teach him how to ride bikes when he's old enough. And he's going to learn how to cook from his mother because god knows that's a lost cause coming from me." he laughed, the nurse giggling as she walked out of the room with the names in hand.

"Yeah but you have a lot of redeeming qualities." you smirked up at him.

"Yeah? Like what exactly?" he played along with your game.

"Oh you know... You're pretty handy around the house when something breaks, you help me lift something when it's too heavy, and you're a pretty big hit with my family." you poked out your lips for him to give you a kiss. Before he pulled away, you spoke again.

"Oh and that dick is a huge bonus." he leaned his head on your chest and snorted out a laugh.

"I knew that was coming..." he smiled, still laughing as he kissed you once more.

3 days later, you were discharged from the hospital and your parents were there to help you carry the babies out from the hospital. Before you walked out of the doors, you handed Leon to your mom and Charlotte to your dad. Both you and Marc were shocked when you walked out and saw almost the entire grid waiting outside with congratulations balloons, banners, and cards. Alex was the first to run up to both of you and hug you. He congratulated you both and went on to see the babies, taking turns with them and cooing over them. As he was doing that, Fabio, Valentino, Pecco, Luca, Enea, Jack, Jorge, and pretty much everyone else hugged you both and congratulated you.

"Okay okay, it's the Funcle's turn now." Fabio laughed, as he walked up to their carriers. You swore that is his heart was outside his body, it would be melting onto the ground right now.

"Can I take him out?" he asked you, clapping his hands excitedly when you and Marc nodded. Picking Leon out of his carrier, your heart melted at how amazing everyone's support was. Valentino came to pick Charlotte out of her carrier and Francesca was standing next to him.

"Better watch out Vale. Couple more months and that's going to be your baby girl you're holding." you smiled at him, his eyes looking at you and then Francesca.

"I can't wait to see this big bad man cry." she joked. "He's going to lose it." she rubbed his back and watched him with Charlotte.

Taking a step back, you took your phone out from your purse and snapped a picture of everyone mingling together like one big happy family.

"Alright, selfie time!" you shouted, everyone gathering around for a group picture. Vale was in the front by you and Marc so that you could see Charlotte and Fabio was behind you holding up Leon like that scene from the Lion King. He acted like he was screaming while everyone else smiled for the picture, Marc planting a kiss on your cheek.

"I want to remember this day forever." you smiled, kissing Marc before standing with him and watching everyone smile and laugh.

You and Marc just added 2 more babies to the MotoGP family. And everyone was stoked to spoil both of them in their own way, especially their wonderful godfather, Alex.

3 months later

"How's my little munchkin?" Marc cooed at Leon, tickling his belly to make him laugh. Marc had been training with his Repsol since his eye injury, and he had just finished for the day. He picked up Leon out of his stroller and smiled at him while you pulled out your phone to snap a picture of them together.

After a few moments of him loving on Leon, he set him back in his stroller and went over to Charlotte.

"Hey, let me get a picture of you and her." you said, watching him bend down over her stroller and smiling at the camera.

"Perfect..." you smiled to yourself and went onto Instagram.

joanmir36official, fabioquartararo20, alexmarquez73 and 3,245 others

Papa Màrquez is a little bit in love with these munchkins. 💕

alexmarquez73: I still can't believe I'm their godfather! I'm like the fairy godmother... But better.

88jorgemartin: They are so precious! It's only a matter of time before they get love from all of us on the track...

fabioquartararo20: Watch out kids, Funcle Fabio is coming with all your gifts! @marcmarquez93 I'll be at your house in like 2 hours. Be there because my car is full of presents...

After all the time that you and Marc has been together and all the ups and downs you'd been through with him with his injuries, this finally felt like your own little slice of paradise. Because when all the dust settled and all the crowds disappeared, the things that matter most are family and friends. And wouldn't you know it, you and Marc struck the jackpot with both...

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aliasimagines · 4 years ago

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It Was You All Along // Dave Lizewski

requested by a lovely anon 💕

Can u write dave x fem!reader where reader Always had a crush on him but he kinda ignored reader bc of Katie but then someone popular asks reader out and he gets jealous and y/n dresses up super hot and he realizes he fucked up

word count: 1809

a/n: i hope this is close enough! ❤️ (i couldn't think of a different title but this one reminds me of Agatha All Along xd)

"Hey, Dave! My folks are gone for the weekend and I thought we could have an X-men watch party. Wanna come?"

"Sorry I can't, I'm hanging out with Katie."

"Again?" you ask a bit louder than intended,causing a few people to look at you in the hallway. You continue with a lower voice "Aren't you like, tired of all the lying? Like, what if she finds out that you're not actually gay, hm? Cause you know she will, eventually."

"Why do you care so much?!" Dave says, clearly frustrated.

You raise an eyebrow.

"Oh why would I? Maybe because we have been best friends since diapers, you stupid asshole!" you say not caring if some students hear you or not, anymore. "But you know what, you are right. I shouldn't care. Go play pretend with Katie but don't come to me, crying when you end up getting your heart broken."

"Don't worry, I won't." he snaps back. And you turn around and leave but not before flipping him off. You felt the angry tears rolling down your cheeks as you zigzagged between the chattering teenagers.

You couldn’t believe how Dave could be so blind! He only had eyes for Miss Perfect. Whom by the way, is a real bitch and would go back to ignoring Dave or calling him a freak if it wasn’t for his little gay act.

Somehow you made your way over to the restroom and locked yourself into one of the booths.

Dave couldn’t even see you as a potential “love-interest”. Eventhough you were the one who always were there for him, you were always there when he called, running to him like a lost puppy. And he couldn’t even care less. And you hate him for it. But you hate yourself more for still liking him.

It’s not like you can do something about it, if you could, you would have. But that’s not how it works, so you are just crying your guts out on the toilet trying not to think about Dave.

In all honesty, you have no idea how you made it through the day. You almost cried during biology but you caught yourself after a few lonely tears. You could feel Dave’s gaze on you but there was no way you would look at him. As soon as the last bell rang you were out of school, hurring past Tod and Marty, not being in the mood for them either.

The next day wasn’t any different, you didn’t hang with Dave, Tod and Marty like you normally do. You didn’t sit with them at lunch, instead walked over to the only empty table you saw and placed your tray there. You mounched on your food, completely unaware of your surroundings until you hear the chair next to you being pulled out. You look up to see Matthew Greendale, resident hottie of the school sit next to you.

"Hey, sorry, it's not a problem if I sit here, right?" he asks. You eyed him suspiciously.

"No, it's fine."

It's fine?! You mentally scold yourself. You never even spoke to this guy, outside of literature in first year. Why would he sit next to you?

"I didn't want to sit with all the other "popular jocks" he answered you unspoken question while taking a bite of his canteen-hamburger. “They’re fun and everything but it’s nice to get away from them sometimes.”

You think of your friends who are sitting a few tables away and you can’t help but agree with Matthew.

“Yeah, I feel you.” you say without thinking.

“Hey..We used to sit next to each other in freshman year, didn’t we? It’s y/n ,right?”

You nod with a smile, honestly being surprised that he remembers you.

“Yeah!”

“I haven’t really seen you around a lot. But when I do you are always hanging with those comic book nerds.”

“Hey! Comics are great.”

He puts his hands up in a defense.

“Oh no! I didn’t mean it as an insult. Some comics are good, my little brother made read one last month. It was actually great.”

“What comic was it?”

“Oh, uhm..It was about some kind of blind dude in a devil costume.”

“Daredevil?” you ask with a giggle.

“Yes, that one!” he laughs too.

The two of you continue talking until the end of lunch break. He is surprisingly fun to talk to and he even offers to walk you to your next class after lunch. You had such a good time you didn’t even think about Dave, heck, you didn’t even notice him literally glaring daggers into Matthew.

“What’s up with you, dude?” Tod asks snapping Dave out of it.

“Yeah, Dave. What the shit is going on with you and Y/N?” Marty asks too.

Dave forrows is eyebrows. Yes, what the shit is going on with the two of you? Every since yesterday's 'fight' with you he can't stop thinking. About how he spends most, if not all of his time either with being Kick-Ass or, rather with Katie. It used to be different. He spent every second with you and he just threw you away so he could maybe get laid. And sure, Katie may be hot as fuck but she is.. Well, she is not you.

"We had a fight, yesterday. I.. And she was right." he explains with a grimace. "But why the fuck is that Greendale asshole is with her?"

"You jealous or something, dude?"

"Wha- Of course I am not jealous! Why would I be? You guys are nuts."

Jealous… The word rolled around in his mouth like a new flavored milkshake he never tasted before.

Could he be… Jealous? He never thought of you that way, you were always his best friend. Just that. But.. The more he thinks about it the more he can't stop that twist like feeling in his stomach.

That night he can't focus on crime fighting. All his thoughts are tied to you. Whether he likes it or not, memories of you keep popping up in his mind. How didn't he notice your beautiful smile before? And your laugh? It's like a beautiful melody. And… Gosh! When did he become such a sappy teenager? Oh and another thing.. He kept trying to think of something else, anything else like Katie for example but he doesn't care anymore!

Dave goes home early with a frustrated growl. The remaining hours of the night he spends with tossing and turning and daydreaming instead of sleeping.

(the next afternoon, Atomic Comics)

Dave bangs his head against the wood table once again. A tired groan leaves his lips when he hears Tod almost choking on his iced coffee.

"What the tunk, Tod?" Marty and Dave ask almost at the same time. The dirty blonde haired boy keeps pointing outside the huge window that they are sitting next to at Atomic Comics.

"Is that fucking y/n?!"

Now all three of them look outside the shop and see you, all dressed up nad seemingly waiting for someone.

"Holy fuck!" Dave whispers. He stares at you, with his mouth a gap before jumping up from the booth they were sitting at and rushing outside the store.

"Y/n! Y/-" he yells almost tripping on thin air.

"Dave?" you question, quickly turning towards him. Damn, you missed him. No! Yeah, you did… "What do you want?"

"What do I- What, can't I talk to you?"

"If you wanted to talk you would have in these past days!" you say. Yes, you might have missed him, but it's not like you're gonna show it. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I am waiting for my date to show up."

"Your.. Your what, now?!"

"My date"

"You can't go on a date!"

"And why is that, Lizewski?"

"Lizewski? Really, you're calling me by my surname? Are we in such a bad place right now?"

"I don't know, you tell me. Are you going to tell me what i can and can't do, hm?"

"I didn't mean it like that. I just…"

"What, it's fine when you say it but when I do it with you about Katie I'm the bad friend?"

"No,it's just-"

"Sorry. Matt's here." you point to the street across the road where you saw the boy walk towards you. "I gotta go."

You start walking away but Dave grabs your wrist.

"Please, don't." he mumbles.

"Why not?" you snap at him but your expressions soften upon your eyes land on his saddened face.

"I- because I don't want you with him. O-or anyone."

You raise an eyebrow.

"What?"

He took a deep breath before looking around. Matt was waiting patiently by the traffic light so he could cross the road. Dave quickly began explaining.

"You were right. About Katie. I was such a dickhead, I am so sorry, y/n. I am sorry for ignoring you over her and and.." from the corner of his eye he sees the traffic light turn green. "Shit! I don't want you to go out with Greendale cause I.. Because I like you. Like really fucking like you. And oh my god you look so fucking hot in this outfit, not that you're not always hot but holy shit. I know we are just friends and you don't think of me that way but I ju-"

"Oh my god! Do you ever shut up?" you yell before pressing your lips to his. Dave stumbled back a little, but quickly recovered and kissed back. Your hands cupped his face and his hands grabbed your waist in response. You both tilled your heads, deepening the kiss earning loud knocking from Marty and Tod as they watched the whole scene through the window. Not that you noticed any of it. You didn't hear the passing by car honk at you nor the yells or whistles. You also did not notice Matthew walking away with a sad smile after seeing the two of you. Your touches intertwine and you're pretty sure you heard Dave moan slightly which causes you to giggle into the kiss. You both pull away gasping for air. You look down at your shoes, hoping to hide your flushed cheeks. Dave scratches his back and looks around nervously only to see his two idiotic friends making kissy faces. He lifts his middle finger for them before clearing his throat.

"So.. Khm.. I guess you like me too?"

You let out a soft chuckle.

"Yeah, I do." you say looking at him with a smile.

"That's.. Fuck. That's great." he replied genuinely happy. "Wanna get out of here?"

You nod and you take off. You take Dave's hand and he intertwines your fingers with a smile. Maybe he is truly a superhero. He helps people and he gets the girl of his dreams. The happy ending.

Dave Lizewski taglist : @sethcohenluvr @your-hispanichufflepuff

#dave lizewski x reader #Dave lizewski one shot #dave lizewski imagine #kick ass imagine #kick ass x reader #kick ass one shot #gif not mine #aaron taylor johnson #alias imagines

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hajimesh · 4 years ago

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MONSTER

+ pairing. demon!oikawa / fem reader

+ genre. smut

+ word c. 2,209 words

+ warnings. alcohol, dom/sub, oral, praise kink, creampie

+ author n. happy halloween !! i hope everyone is having/had an amazing day 🧡

your mother often warned you about the dangers of halloween parties. she’d tell you not to trust anyone, especially those with a mask until you could see their real face. there’s a tale she always told you about:

a young woman meets a mysterious, masked man on a halloween night…

the party’s in full swing, everyone holds the distinctive red solo cup as their bodies dance to the beat. your eyes trail over the place and they're met with a drunk frankenstein grinding his hips on a witch—a sight you weren't expecting.

“you made it!”

a hand lands on your shoulder and spins you away from the weird scene.

your classmate—the one who invited you to the party—gives you a side hug and when she finally releases you, she studies your costume.

“slutty 60’s girl? i dig it.”

“shut up.”

granted, you know the costume is quite revealing. a baby blue sundress that barely reaches your mid-thigh, paired with kitten heels and the distinctive sixties makeup that would make lana del rey proud.

another classmate joins you and they start rambling about an assignment you have no interest in, not for now at least. excusing yourself, you leave to go get a drink.

there’s a variety of bottles sitting on top of the dining table but before you can pick your poison, an unknown voice gets your attention.

“there’s a secret stash in the kitchen,” a man with a demon costume stands next to you, his eyes narrowing as he scans the bottles with a disgusted look. “and with way better quality drinks.”

sharp-looking horns contrast against his brown hair, a white shirt with the first buttons undone and black dress pants make him look straight out of a hollywood film. he could give young brad pitt a run for his money.

“i don’t think the owner would appreciate a stranger in their kitchen,” you manage to answer back, pushing your flustered state aside.

“oh, he’ll survive,” he waves it off, dazzling you with a handsome smile. “he’s smashed already.”

with a tilt of his head, he points at another guy with dark, messy hair and a matching costume, lying on the couch. you can tell the guy's fighting to keep his eyes open.

“come with me.”

he doesn’t give you a chance to reply, already walking ahead of you, so your only option is to trail behind him. he makes his way around the people easily, a few girls winking at him and boys patting him on the back which are all answered by him with a friendly smile.

once you make it to the kitchen, you notice the noise of the party has reduced considerably.

he hands you a beer—opened right before your eyes—and you give him an appreciative nod. “thanks.”

“oikawa tooru,” his charming smile is back for a second before it switches to a smirk. “you can call me master, though.”

shaking your head, you laugh at the joke and take a sip of your drink.

...he lures her to leave with him…

“on your knees.”

without thinking twice, you do as he says, ignoring the discomfort that comes with it.

two hours and a couple of drinks later, all of your inhibitions were gone and you wanted nothing more than to have oikawa fuck your brains out. lucky for you, he was hoping you’d allow him to do exactly that.

and he was very pleased when you agreed to go somewhere more private.

“what an obedient little thing,” he coos and you feel yourself getting wetter at the praise. “i want you to suck me as if your life depended on it, okay?” he says, smirking at how unaware you are of the meaning behind his words.

“yes.”

“yes, what?” he raises an eyebrow and you’re confused for a moment before you remember the words he said earlier.

gulping, you answer him with the most submissive tone you can muster. “yes, master.”

oikawa nods and takes his cock out of his pants, slapping the head on your cheek twice—your cue to open up your mouth. he quickly places it inside, your lips wrapping around the tip and giving it a harsh suck.

“mhm, you’ve been craving this all night. right, sweetheart?” his hand grips the back of your head, setting a comfortable pace for you.

“yes, i needed your cock,” you say after releasing him from your mouth, but a harsh tug on your hair acts as a reminder to be careful with your words. “master.”

“you’re such a cute, little whore. choking on your master’s cock,” his words are like an aphrodisiac, encouraging you to take him deeper. “fuck– i can feel your throat contracting around me.”

a mewl leaves your mouth but it’s muffled by the gurgling sounds of your throat being fucked by oikawa’s long cock. a mixture of your saliva and his pre-cum drips from the corners of your mouth, and oikawa swears has never seen something so divine yet so lascivious.

...he shows his true form…

“you'll ride my face until cum drips out of you.”

your body shudders at the thought of his mouth on your most sensitive place. as he places himself down on the bed, you indulge a bit in your fantasy, wondering how his lips will feel, his tongue lapping at—

“are you making your master wait?” he snaps, a hint of irritation radiating out of him.

“n-no,” you’re about to climb up on the bed when the pointy horns catch your attention. “uhm… could you take those off, please?”

“hm? oh,” his fingers wrap around the horns, a playful look taking over his features. “i don’t think that’ll be possible.”

you notice his dark eyes flashing with a red gleam but it’s gone before you can blink again. blaming it on the alcohol, you ignore it and move until you’re straddling his face, your pussy right above his mouth.

“c’mere, baby. let me ravish you.”

his arms wrap around your thighs, pulling you down to his mouth and you shudder when his breath hits your pussy.

oikawa doesn’t give you time to adjust to the feeling, going straight to slurping like a starved man. his lips latch on you while his tongue laps up your juices, drinking them with a greediness he’s never experienced before.

your soft moans echo in the room as his nose rubs against you, inhaling your scent and sending him to a different state of bliss. it’s as if he could get high by your scent alone.

“master,” you breathe out, your hands going to his hair—gripping it—while you rub your pussy on his face.

he hums, the vibrations making your pleasure heighten considerably. opening his mouth, he lets his tongue wander until it pokes right on your slit, he feels your legs tremble and the harsh grip on his hair tells him you’re on the brink of your orgasm. his tongue glides in and out until he’s practically fucking you with it, his nose rubbing on your swollen clit.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” your hips grind against his face, not caring if he’s even able to breathe and only focusing on your release. “m’gonna cum, i’m gonna–” and with a loud cry, your orgasm ripples through your body, the familiar warmth taking over your senses.

your hips stop moving, but oikawa keeps lapping up at your pussy, savoring the creamy juices coming out of it.

“s-stop, too sensitive.”

oikawa takes a deep breath one last time and finally lets go of you, your body falling limply on the bed right away. he relishes the sight of you sprawled out, still riding off your high while he pumps himself a couple of times.

“are you ready for me, baby? i can’t wait any longer, i need to feel your sweet little pussy around my cock,” his tone is soft yet demanding.

if he had to be honest with himself, he is getting needy. and he has the flushed tip of his cock, wanting nothing else but your cunt to milk him dry, as proof of it.

“yes, master. please, fuck me.”

and that’s all he needs to place himself on top of you. you open your legs for him, your pussy in full display, and ready to take him in.

he rubs his length between your folds a couple of times, teasing you both, but once he starts sinking in he can’t help but close his eyes.

“shit,” your warmth sends his mind into a state of bliss, your tight hole stretching and creaming all over him. “baby girl, you feel divine.”

oikawa would’ve laughed at the irony if he wasn’t feeling overwhelmed by the sensation. he has known hell all of his life and he doesn’t remember it ever being this delicious.

you must be his piece of heaven.

once he’s all in, he exhales and opens his eyes to look down at you. your face is contorted in ecstasy, your mind turning into mush at how good it feels to have him pulsing inside of you.

oikawa starts a languid pace, one hand groping your tit and tweaking the nipple between his fingers while he drives his cock in and out of you. he can’t remember the last time he had a pussy so tight, so exquisite, and desperate for him that it's making him feel so close to shooting his load inside of you.

“master,” your tiny voice takes him out of his daydream. “faster, please?”

he hooks your leg over his shoulder, driving his cock even deeper making his balls smack against your ass. his eyes trail down to where you two are connected, watching his cock ram into your abused cunt relentlessly.

“so needy for me, huh? don’t worry, baby. i’ll fuck another orgasm out of you.”

your walls flutter around him, his words going straight to your pussy and making it clamp around his cock. you can feel it pulsating inside of you, the head reaching so deep it rubs on both your sweet spot and your cervix.

“i’m close,” your hand goes to his forearm, trying to get a grip on something, anything, that can keep you from passing out.

he collects a bit of your arousal with his finger and then starts circling your clit with it. “you can cum, baby. i want to see you gushing all over my cock.”

the constant feeling of his dick stretching you plus his touch on your clit, end up sending you to your second orgasm. your walls spasm around his cock, the snug grip making him see stars.

with one last thrust, he finally cums. his cock pumps three long spurts inside of your cunt and his hips involuntarily jerk forward when it keeps tightening around him. after a minute, he kisses your leg that’s still draped over his shoulder and pulls out.

you’re about to close your legs when his firm grip on your thigh stops you.

“not yet, let me see.”

your pussy clenches around nothing when his predatory stare lands between your legs, his eyes focused on the way his cum starts oozing out of your hole.

the last few moments feel like a haze. his voice seems far, sweet nothings coming out of his mouth, and the last thing you feel is his finger gliding over your slit before you pass out.

...by the next morning, she realizes how close to death she was.

“miss, miss. wake up.”

you fight to open your eyes—which takes you around a minute since they feel unusually heavy—and when you finally do, you see a man, not older than sixty, staring at you in concern.

“man, this always happens.”

you hear him murmur but you pay no mind. scanning your surroundings, it finally dawns on you that you’re not in your home. in fact, you’re in the last place you would’ve expected: the cemetery.

the sun is barely up, the atmosphere looking a bit somber and the crisp air making the hairs on your arms stand up.

“why am i here?” you turn to the old man—who must be the night shift guard—with panic rapidly flooding your heart. “what’s going on!?”

“did you meet a man last night?”

your heart rate spikes up at the odd question.

the guard sighs, visibly finding the situation tiring. “immortal creatures and spirits wander between us during halloween nights, you should be more careful.”

flashbacks of last night run through your mind. there wasn’t anything suspicious about oikawa, right? but then you remember how he never took off his horns and his pupils turning red every once in a while.

“every year, girls—boys, sometimes—appear here the morning after. most of them run with just a case of amnesia but there are others who don’t make it.”

you gulp, fear taking over your body as you realize how you let something—because apparently the man you met last night wasn’t human—have their way with you.

“i-i have to go.”

you basically run out of there, feeling as if someone is watching you but there’s no one else—apart from the guard.

there’s an odd sense of hurt in your chest, your heart sinking to the pits of your stomach, and you don’t know if it’s out of fear or because of the thought of oikawa doing this, every year, with someone else.

#oikawa smut #oikawa x reader smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader smut #oikawa x reader #oikawa x you #oikawa tooru #tw.alcohol

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sweettodo · 4 years ago

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Professor ⟿ Hisoka Morow x femreader

Includes : smut, student x teacher

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[STUDENT IS AGED, IN COLLEGE]

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"Please- please sir, I'll do anything, please don't fail me this semester."

Professor Morow sits in his office chair; hand on his chin as he ponders, he did like the sound of you begging.

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You could cry.

You could drop out right fucking now. Beyond fed up.

Tutor after tutor, study session after study session since ninth grade never did you any justice, even cheating- peeking over to your neighbors left you with an end result of the huge red D's, F's and C's scribbled onto your paper. You were tearing the hair out of your head.

You couldn't write an English essay even if there was a gun being held to your temple; you weren't necessarily illiterate, but you envied your classmates who could throw together a thesis in an hour lecture, not to mention these giant papers which could've driven you to kill.

Today, bright and early in the morning, here you sit in your English classroom writing a timed essay, an essay about the logistics of capitalism, whatever that meant. Headache booming while you wrote illogical sentences onto lined paper vigorously.

You didn't even bother to read over your work; an hour later you're finally standing up from your seat and shuffling down the row, reaching to drop your paper into the basket, "Miss. Y/l/n, have you looked it over?" Professor asks, you smile and nod, he takes it from you.

"I wrote it sir, I don't need to reread it." You retort, he leans back in his chair and raises an eyebrow at you.

"That's not necessarily what I meant; very well then." He smiles, you go back to your seat and wait for class to be over.

Thirty minutes later, kids are gathering up their bags and papers, scurrying out of the classroom to their next lecture, as you walk out of the double doors into the hallway, your last name is being called and you stop in your tracks, turning around, "yes, Mr. Morow?" You respond, stepping back into the classroom, he stands from his desk, hands patting the black button up as he stands, he waits for you to approach his desk, his arms crossed and he seemed a little irritated.

You approach the front of his desk, nervous, "now, you can't honestly tell me this is your best work." He sighs, you swallow hard, slightly embarrassed, he looked completely unfazed.

"W-well, in my defense Mr-" you stutter, he immediately cuts you off.

"There is no excuse for this lackluster paper." He states, you jump out of your skin, his tone threatening. Everyone always knew not to mess with professor Morow, he was strict and rarely tolerated unprofessionalism. But you- you, always drove him mad, he hated how you acted, he wished he could fail you for the year, being as you were so incompetent.

But that would be immoral or him to stoop that low.

"I should have you rewrite this, do you know how important this is for your grade? Do you want to pass, y/n?" You not, picking at your nails in fear, he was definitely failing you for this semester.

"I'm sorry sir, I try- I really do, it's just I can't bring myself to it." You mumble, head down in total humiliation. "Please- please sir, I'll do anything, please don't fail me this semester." You plead.

Professor Morow sits in his office chair; hand on his chin as he ponders, he did like the sound of you begging.

He sighs and moves towards his bag, opening it and shuffling through papers, pulling out mine, you braced yourself, "you're going to rewrite this, I will swallow my pride and give you a chance, I'd like to see you get higher than a C." He deadpans, you nod, gracious for his generosity.

Handing the essay back to you, "would you like me to do it right now?" You ask, he shakes his head no, closing his bag and picking it up.

"Nope, I'll help you later, you'll have to leave campus for this evening, so clear your schedule." Your eyes widen, he begins walking out, back to you before he peers his head back towards you, "do you want help?"

"Yes, yes sir I do." You sputter, he gives you a half cocked smile.

"That's what I thought." He leaves you breathless as he turns off the lights as he turns the corner out of his class, leaving you there in the barely lit room. You slowly walk out of the empty class, unsure if something like this was even appropriate, 'but it has to be, he's helping you.'

The next few hours would feel like eternity, laying chest up, looking at your ceiling spread eagle bored out of your mind. Waiting for time to pass before you anxiously awaited for later tonight. As you lay there, you hear your phone swoosh, indicating you had just received an email. You sit up and snatch your phone off the bed stand, opening it and seeing an email from the professor.

With an address being the only thing sent to you, you don't bother responding, 'this must be his house,' you spoke out loud, looking at the time on your phone, you might as well get ready, only an hour until you need to leave.

Wearing the same thing you had worn all day, a plain black skirt with a sweater, you just spray perfume over yourself and brush through your hair.

It was only 5pm, but the time of the year brought early darkness; so it was pretty dark by the time you were walking through the parking lot and unlocking your car door. Bag in toe you drive off campus, you scolded yourself for being so, so stupid. How can’t someone write an essay? Not to mention you were at fault for letting it get this bad... a teacher, y/n? A teacher is doing this for you? It was embarrassing.

Soon you're driving up the spiral driveway up towards the large house in your view, nice car in the driveway, lawn well taken care of. It was beautiful. You take off your seatbelt, opening the car door with your bag and keys in hands.

You walk up the path and inhale before you're knocking on the door; waiting a few seconds and the door is opening. Professor Morow allowed you entrance, wearing the same button up and black slacks as earlier in class. We great each other, "follow me, my office is upstairs." He speaks, you follow him up the marble stairs, down the hall and he's opening a beautiful wooden door, a large desk, chairs in front, a couch with a bookcase behind it with stunning red curtains which were closed.

"You have a nice home Mr. Morow, stunning." You breathe, looking around and observing.

"My, well thank you y/n." He hums, sitting in his chair behind the desk, you sit in front of him, taking out your paper along with a notebook and pencil, “I'll have you rewrite, and after each paragraph I'll read it over for you." He says, crossing his leg, you nod.

"I- I wanted to thank you again, for helping me." Yoy mutter, he nods slowly.

"Don't worry, you'll make it up to me." He smirks, motioning to your paper to get you to start; so you do. Starting with your thesis, you spend extra time making sure you think it looked good. You hand it to him and he reads it over, eyes trailing across the page, "not bad, but I know you can write more about the proprieties within some enterprises.” You groaned and quickly started erasing, his hand immediately grabs your wrist, stopping you, “I didn’t say erase it.” He insists, you look up at him, then down at his hand; a big hand wrapped around your wrist obviously didn’t fill your head with appropriate things.

He suddenly stands, walking around the desk and reaches his arm to grab your pencil, his arm flexing next to your head while he rewrites the things you disregarded, your throat hitches, sitting still and tense; intimidated by his cologne aroma and the fact he was inches from you, “what has you so tense?” You internally gasp, heart beating and you see him now standing against his desk to your right. How the fuck could you answer this?

“I-uh, no reason.” You nervously chuckle, he crosses his arms; he didn’t buy it at all.

“Cat got your tongue?” He chuckles, stepping closer to you, you stared up at him, he towered over you, swallowing hard, “no need to be nervous, y/n.” He says. The tension was really thick in the room, you didn’t notice until you found yourself pressing your thighs together for pressure.

“Sir I-” his hand moves, tucking hair behind your ear, instantly silencing you. You’re spinning. Such an authoritative man making you feel small was a new feeling you hadn’t felt before; like you needed to listen to him or else you’d be in some type of trouble.

“I hope you’re paying attention, if you want to do good of course.” He murmurs, dropping his hand back down, you nod slowly, listening to him. “I’ve always known you could be a good girl.” You were stunned, you chewed on the inside of your mouth like crazy as he still stood over you.

“Mr. Morow,” you breathe, nervous, “I need to pass this class.” The desperation in your voice was pitiful, and Hisoka fucking loved it.

He brings his hand up to your jaw, caressing only a little with his thumb, “don’t worry, you’ll get a good grade,” he purrs, thumb running across your bottom lip, agonizingly slow, “open.” Mouth opening immediately. His thumb slides into your mouth and down deeper towards the back of your throat. You look up at him with beady eyes, he licks his lips and smiles.

He pulls out of your mouth, you hesitantly bring your two hands up, lightly touching his belt, his head drops down and he assists you in unbuckling his black leather belt, “my my, such a fast learner, so good.” Your face heats up, fingers working at the zipper of his pants, the tight space was noticeable, the bulge in his pants made you squirm.

Hand grabbing the back of your head, he’s releasing his cock from his open slacks, you braced yourself for the thick and long cock to stab the back of your throat. He holds your hair back out of your face while you’re spitting up the base of his dick, taking the tip between your lips slowly while you looked up at him with those eyes.

Tongue swirling around the tip, his grip tightening on your skull. You push your head further onto him, spit seeping down your chin; taking over, Hisoka pushes your head down all the way to the base, choking and your throat constriction, he groans and pulls you off him quickly, “do you like my cock down your throat princess?” He purrs, index finger lifting up your chin, you nod, he smiles and grabs you from under your shoulder, you stand and he pushes you over the desk, legs locking and you’re held up by your arms.

“Hmm, how about you give me these wrists.” He hums, ripping you off your only stability, side of your face hitting the desk... right on top of your essay. You hear a click followed by another, cold metal now holding your wrists together.

“What, do you just have handcuffs in arms reach for this typa’ thing?” You found it humorous.

Mr. Morow didn’t.

Your skirt flying up, followed by a shard pain on your thigh, you gasp and try to look up; belt in hand, your English professor had whipped you. Hard. Your leg tries to move back but he’s placing his hands on your waist, keeping you still, “tell me, why might your panties be this soaked? I haven’t even touched you.” He had bent down to your ear, vibrations sending you crazy, “do you want me to fuck you? Princess? Fill you up?” You bite down on your lip, he made you tingle just by the sound of his voice.

Another smack of the belt against your ass rings through you and you yelp out in pain, hissing. “Answer me. Go on,” even his soft voice made this sound harsh, you press your forehead against the desk, panting; the pool of wetness most likely slipping down your thighs.

“Fill me up professor, please.” You mewl, he chuckles deeply, the sound of the belt on the floor caused you to sigh out of relief; instead his hands were grabbing your thong, pulling them down slowly and letting them hit your ankles.

“Oh my, so fucking wet.” He hums, pulling apart your ass cheeks to get a better look.

“Sir.” You retort, needy and beyond ready to be fucked at this point.

“Yes?” You tense up, mouth dropping open when you feel his tip stroke up and down your folds, your thighs tremble and shake under his grasp, slowly pushing his throbbing cock into you. You cry out, “use your words, what is it?” He questions you once more.

“So fucking big.” You moan, he pulls your hips further onto his cock; shaping your pussy to his liking, stretching you out and hitting every nerve possible, “oh my god!” His hips finally touching your ass, you twitched and tightened around him, fitting around him accordingly.

“You take my cock so well.” He pulls out, hands tight around your waist as he slowly thrusts you, you gasp and squeal, he didn’t even need to try to hit your gspot. He speeds up, enough to feel that sharp pressure of his head poking at your cervix, his name spilling from your mouth.

“Such a good girl, do you like that?” Ramming into you, your legs wanted to drop as he fucked you numb, his big hand grabs your hair, yanking your head upwards, “answer me.” He grits, you couldn’t, you couldn’t even compose words as he fucked every syllable out of you.

You didn’t answer, he shoves your head down, slamming onto the desk painfully, you wince and he picks up pace, “I told you to answer me,” drilling into you, you’re stomach twisting into a tight knot.

About to reach your hard orgasm, he only fucks harder, screaming out a gasp, “fuck! Your cock feels so good Sir!” You cry.

Your moans and screams were music to his ears, only inching him closer to stuffing you with his kids, “such a good little fruit, you’re sucking me in so good.” He groans, your cum coating his dick, he picked up your arms by the metal chain of the handcuffs, using it as leverage to demolish your insides.

Your wrists sore, makeup dripping down your eyes along with your tears, hair a mess, legs numb and shaking ready to give out, “I’m-I’m gonna cum again!” You wailed, he didn’t change his pace, cock stroking against your sweet spot.

“Do it.” Hips sputtering, only slowing down slightly, you become his cum disposal, dumping his seed into your hot cunt. He’s groaning, panting lightly; throwing your second orgasm into the mix, your slick and his cum pouring down his cock and your thighs, you shook profusely, he massaged your ass with his hands before unlocking the cuffs and pulling you up, dropping to your knees and huffing.

“You took me so well.” He purrs into your ear whilst picking you up by the armpits and placing you in the chair, he wipes under your eyes where most of the mascara was and brushes your hair out of your face, crouching down to your level and pulling your panties over your knees, you lift up a little so he can pull them up completely while watching his every move.

While you composed yourself, he walked back around to his desk, gathering papers together in a stack, “we can finish writing tomorrow, how about that princess?” You smile and nod, relived he wouldn’t put you through the torture tonight.

“Sure,” you say, standing and trying way too hard to walk normally, you pick up your bag and keys, walking towards his office door.

“See you in class tomorrow, professor.”

#hisoka x reader #hisoka smut #hisoka morrow x reader #hunter x hunter #smut #hxh x reader #hxh hisoka #lemon

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cheekygreenty · 3 years ago

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Little Witch - Part 25

The Darkling x Reader

The black kefta hung from the tent hook elegantly, its blue thread glistening in the rays of the morning sun. The night had been swept away from you in the blink of an eye with the bright light peeking into the tent like an unwelcome guest. The big bed was also empty, Aleksander's side cold and vacant with no trace of his signature warmth. His scent still lingered though, the thick sheet soaking in his presence as much as you.

The kefta felt particularly heavy as you lifted it around your shoulders and clasped its belt around your waist. You would be boarding the skiff any minute now ready to play along with whatever plan Aleksander had. Truth be told, you would follow him to the ends of the earth and back. He was your silent stone to lean on, the shoulder you wanted to cry on. His company brought comfort and security to you that nobody else had ever given you, not your parents or siblings, nobody. Whether that be plainly down to Merzost or your love for him, you didn't know and didn't care.

'promise me you'll run and hide'

Aleksander wasn't selfless or humanitarian, he always put his life goal ahead of everyone, ahead of you. But this time he was begging you to run, to save yourself if something happened. But what could possibly happen on the skiff of all places? The words were meant to be reassuring no doubt, but they felt like a goodbye and that hurt. It's just a normal skiff journey to Novokribirsk you kept telling yourself despite that daunting dread pooling in your stomach.

Alina had arrived not long ago, his signature black carriage carrying the cuffed Sun-Summoner and bringing her to her tent. You hadn't yet had time to see her, so now you walked with determined haste, ready to give her a piece of your mind as you whipped the tent flap opened.

She stood dressed in a black gown still void of a black kefta no doubt, her hair neatly styled in a regal updo with glittering jewels hanging from a golden chain. But that wasn't what caught your eye, it was the Stag antler sticking out from her collarbone, the skin red and irritated. Her usually expressive face was blank, no emotion visible on her pale skin. Despite her state, you could basically feel the buzz of her power from where you stood. The amplifier was doing its job.

Her eyes found yours with a sharp glare and anger flooded her whole being. With her quick demeanor change came the clenching of her fists and a slight spark of light, small and pathetic you thought, does she not have an amplifier?

'You betrayed me' She stood up and took a couple steps towards you so you did the same, coming face to face with the living saint.

'I did no such thing. Now sit down before you hurt yourself' You seethed and she faltered, sitting down with a defeated sigh.

'Are you here to take my light too like he did? I'm sure there's enough to go around.... you know if you'd have asked me and told me everything then this never would have happened.'

'What are you talking about Alina?' Your angry expression shifted into one of slight confusion at her words.

'Don't act like you didn't know. I know you're not innocent, Baghra told me as much.'

'Don't listen to a word that wrench says.'

'Then who can I trust? Huh? You? Aleksander?' She threw her hands up in desperation and leaned her head back against the wall. ''I can't trust anyone, only Mal....but his life is being held over my head like a bargaining chip.' Her voice broke toward the end of the sentence but she recovered, squaring her shoulders and looking ahead at the tent wall again. 'Even though I can't physically to anything, you two still have your insurance don't you?'

'You need to stop speaking in riddles Alina, the Apparat has rubbed off on you too much.' At his mention, her eyes squinted at you in anger, seemingly aware of his situation back in Os Alta.

'Riddles? Do you prefer lies?'

'No. I choose to omit the truth and say what one wants to hear.'

'I would know'

'Why do you keep saying we took your light? We gave you the Stag' You circle back to her previous accusation, not caring for her petty allegation.

'No, he took my light with the Stag. I can't do anything, nothing. He took it all and is using it against me. Just like you told him to right?' You pause, what.

'Excuse me?' You stared at the girl incredulously. Aleksander did what? 'Alina if you are lying to me I will burn Malyen to a mere ember.'

'Don't you think I would have done something to you right now?' Her voice sneers at you with a poison you've never heard from her before but then it softens to a pitiful infliction. 'Did you not know?'

'Of course I didn't!' You shoot up out of the chair, knocking it over in the process. She just accused Aleksander of taking her Grisha power, of stripping her from the one thing the Saints gave her, light. What you did was nothing compared to this, you never took it all, that would be immoral, sinful. But he did.

'I was wondering why you didn't just take it yourself, I mean you wouldn't need the Stag in the first place.' Because he didn't trust me enough that's why I didn't do it.

'How did he do it?' You stared impatiently at her, your feet feeling restless and your whole body on edge. The anger started to bubble in your gut, slowly raging fire throughout your body.

'He had David use Merzost to join us together using the Stag antlers. He took everything from me. I swear.' She looked petrified, broken. It made sense now why you could feel the power and she couldn't use it, why the antlers didn't quite fit around her collarbone, they didn't belong there. 'How do I fix this?'

Her pleading eyes stared into yours, begging for a solution you didn't have. You turned your head away, deep in rageful thoughts when a loud voice echoed over the rest, she could be lying. This was Alina Starkov after all, she could very well be lying about it all. But it would fit with Aleksander's hints here and there, his need for your validity of loyalty. It made sense.

You once again looked to her, eyes glaring into her own, and whispered with honesty 'I don't know.'

Just as you said aloud your sorrowful admission, the tent flap opened with a whoosh and the man himself entered donning his signature poker face. You took your steps backward, silently excusing yourself from the situation. You could feel his inquisitive stare on you but you ignored it, instead opting to quickly look at his hand. Saints. There, embedded into his hand was a bone fragment of the Stag. You bit down the gasp of horror and clenched your fists. How did I not see it yesterday?

You averted your eyes to Alina's once again and gave an almost missable nod and left.

What in Saint's name is he going to do and how can I find out before my conscience gets the better of me?

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You stared at the skiff and watched as the foreign diplomats boarded, each with a slight sheen on their brow. The Fold was an exhausting fear, one children and adults alike shared.

You looked to your left and spotted Aleksander and his troop of Grisha heading your way. While he spoke to Alina, you chose to stand alone and think, think of all the ways right now could go wrong. There were too many possibilities to count.

As the sea of keftas got closer, you walked on board, ignoring once again the look shot your way by Aleksander and Zoya alike.

Your steps were loud in your ears as your feet dragged on the wooden deck. Your head was still swirling with thoughts and scenarios, Aleksander being at the forefront of all of them. Why did he not tell me? Why is he doing this? What is he doing? It was a never ending turmoil.

The whirlwind of your mind was momentarily broken by the movement out of the corner of your eye. Alina was being chained to the deck, all freedom diminished. Aleksander stood behind her, unclasping her cloak to reveal a stunning golden kefta. You could see their lips moving and you could hear their voices, but your brain refused to process anything. You were shell-shocked, your eyes glued to his hand and the antler sticking out of it.

The skiff moved and jostled from side to side on the sands, the Squallers raising the winds to fill the sails. He dropped his hand but your eyes followed its movements. They flicked a sliver of light momentarily and you swore your stomach turned over and inside out. He must have felt your burning gaze on him because he looked up and searched for the target of your stare but it still wasn't enough to break your eyeline.

He appeared at your side suddenly , the same hand reaching for yours but you moved away on instinct. He moved to in front of you, gripping your chin up and forcing you to meet his eyes. They were cold and disconnected, like they usually were when he was deep in his revenge plans. It scared you, it always did.

'Why didn't you tell me?' You said calmy depsite the storm in your mind.

'It's for the best' He whispered, thumb carassing your cheek.

You roughly shoved his hand aside and walked away, choosing instead to stand next to Alina. You could sense her power on him but you could also hear the Merzost aspect calling out to you, begging to be taken into your grasp.

Before Alina had a moment to register your presense, the skiff entered the glorious sands of the Fold. As the shadows wafted in your hair and loomed between your fingers like water, your worries dissapeared and your head cleared. Your lungs breathed the familiar air in and out, spreading the feeling of home throughout your body.

Your eyes shut on their own accord, basking in the Unsea feeling as long as you could manage before all hell broke loose.

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Part 26

Heyyyyy besties guess who's back!!!!!!!!!!!

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yandere-wishes · 4 years ago

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Sacrificial Bride Part 1//Twisted Wonderland X Reader//

Alright well, that's enough writing for the next few days if you excuse me I'm going to go sulk in my corner. Huge thanks to @softyswork who’s story about reader being sent to Malleus as a bride inspired this series. Also, I REALLY want to make some sort of modern-day Frankenstein it would be an amazing scientific breakthrough! You'll understand what I mean when you get to Idia's part lol.

💚🐉Malleus Draconia🐉💚

It was a common rumor around your village that ever since the death of the sleeping princess your settlement had never been the same. For you, this was nothing more than a fairy tale meant to spark a scrap of hope in the hearts of naive, suffering children who were still too young to fully understand why their fathers never returned from their hunting trips or why there was barely anything to eat for dinner.

Every time you heard this dreaded tail, you couldn't help but scuff. For as long as you've been alive your town had been in utter disarray and chaos. Monsters from the woods -what the town's folk called "fae"- attacked the village daily. Stealing jewels, destroying homes, sometimes even swallowing children or sucking the blood of the dormant. There was also the looming threat of the green flames. Blazing emerald fires who couldn't be subdued by neither water nor dirt. They advanced further into the territory of the village by each full cycle of the moon. Leaving behind in their trail, thick impenetrable thorn bushes that had taken the homes of many and the lives of many more.

Awful, dreaded creatures those fae where...

But alas you did not yet know just how cruel they could be.

On another periodic morning, your younger sister jolted you awake, dragging you to the town center before you got a chance to change out of your nightgown.

In the center of the square was short man..no...not a man you noticed his pointed drawn back ears. "Fae" you gasped under your breath. But unlike the monstrous fairies that ravished your town taking on the appearances of trees and woodland creatures, this one resembled a boy of 15. The young-looking male began to speak, his voice was clear like crystals, and to his tone bats began to flock overhead. "Truly dreadful, these fairy folk are" your sister uttered in terror as she buried her face in your side.

"Heed my words, mortals. The young prince of thorns has decided to take a wife. By the setting of the sun a full day from today, two of his guards will come to collect your offering. If you chose to disregard this Wa-- friendly advice, then what is left of your town will be decimated before the end of summer. Your children eaten, wives imprisoned and husbands killed!" An unsteady hush rippled through the crowd. Some hothead youths began to throw rocks at the stranger only for the bats hovering above to shield him from the stones. Mothers hugged their children close begging for the man to "just leave".

"If" the man's voice rose once more like a cadaver emerging from the grave " my young master is pleased with your sacrifice than we shall reward you! Bring good health and prosperity to your otherwise sick and decaying village." His last words melted into the open air before he vanished in a cloud of squealing bats and ebony smoke.

The town's folk erupted in screeches, cursing at their deities while simultaneously praying to any god that would listen.

"Help us!"

"save us!"

"Don't let them take our daughters!"

The screams escalated to the point where you had to cover your ears with your shaking hands. Your eyes scanning each of the villager's faces, a pathetic lot they were, you thought to yourself. Scared by the words of a young magician. In a flash, your heart sped up, adrenaline pumping through your veins, as you marched to the center square where the boy had been mere moments ago. You stood tall, cupping your hands over your mouth.

"Listen well you disquiet, mindless lot!"

All eyes turned to you. Some holding looks of confusion, whilst others harbored glances of hope.

"This fae is lying! No way will they be satisfied with just one measly girl! No matter who we sacrifice to their so-called master, they'll still come after us! They'll still destroy our village! Let's not be stupid! Let's find a way to barricade the city instead of arguing over who to sacrifice!"

For an endless second all was quite. It was like the world had stopped turning, frozen in its place in the universe trying to decide what to do.

Then it happened,

Chants reverberating through the air

"Sacrifice her!" "Sacrifice her!"

"Sacrifice her!"........................

WHAT!

NO!

DID THOSE MORONS NOT LISTEN TO A SINGLE WORD YOU SAID!

The crowd started advancing. Eyes locked on your figure like those of a leopard on its prey. Their mouths were all a gap, chanting the words "sacrifice" over and over again. From behind the mob, your eyes locked with your sister's. You could practically feel the despair rolling off her figure as she covered her eyes and fell to her knees, her whole body rattling with a sort of distant rage...

A full day....it's funny how time passes all so quickly no matter what you do. Day in and day out nothing changes, pain is still pain, laughter is still laughter. Time just keeps slipping from between your fingers like sand. Even in the direst of times, Time doesn't show mercy, never once does it cease. It just ticks and ticks away until the inevitable moment arrives.

Your sister and aunt -the only two relatives that you hadn't lost to the fae- were in charge of preparing you for your so-called "wedding". Since your town was poor and isolated from other civilizations there wasn't much they could do to enhance your beauty. Smashing some berries to add color to your lips -and fervently ravishing the remains- using some coal to add shade behind your eyes, as well as around them and patting the dust of rose petals against your cheek. By the end, you hardly recognized the person staring back from the mirror. Sure the adjustments were minor but this was the most stunning you'd ever looked. "Is it almost time" your voice quivered, failing to hide the tears that began to fall. "Please don't cry sweetheart, we don't have any more coal to fix your eyes with." Your aunt's tone was monotone almost bordering on heartless. You couldn't really blame her, she'd gotten so used to having her loved ones plucked from her. One more would be no different. Sniffing as to keep the tears at bay, you nodded slowly. Your glossy eyes locked with your aunt's you could see the same fear and exhaustion in her fading irises as the night her son was slaughtered in front of her.

"Just a few reminders" your sister's voice was cheery like the chirping of early morning birds, but her face mimicked that of a kicked puppies. "Remember when the prince...fae...when he..you know...Oh, Lord please tell me he won't" She was shivering again. Her face twisted in horror. You knew what she was thinking, she was imagining you laying in the bed of that...that thing. She was imagining him entering you, kissing up and down your neck. Leaving patches of red skin over smooth flesh, bruises wherever his clawed hands touched you. She was imagining what was no doubt going to happen to you tonight...

the mere thought made bile rise to your throat.

"Darling, just keep saying how much you like it. It's all any man wants to hear." again your aunt or rather her lackluster form of speech was the rope binding you to your sanity.

"Do fae even have...those parts like humans do?" Your sister asked, only to be met with a glare from your aunt. "Stop wasting time on pointless questions! Hurry up and see if this dress fits your sister."

Sure enough, as you were escorted to where the thorn bushes met the village, two men, one standing tall and proud, whilst the other looked like he may topple over from fatigue at any moment, were awaiting you.

The green-haired man let out a haughty laugh, his blazing eyes scanning you from head to toe. "She's hardly worthy of the young master!" His dreadful voice was like the booming of thunder clouds. "It doesn't matter, Malleus-sama needs to be wedded off quickly so he can produce an heir. None of us are getting any younger by standing here debating the "worthiness" of yet another measly human" the silver-haired male's voice was the exact opposite of his comrades, his voice was soft and breathy like light drizzle after a storm.

The green-haired man looked ready to argue once more, but before he could open his mouth, his violet-eyed counterpart waved something thin in the air casing a pathway to open between the hedges.

It was dark between the brambles. The air was thick, stuffy, every breath was a struggle. Although it seemed neither of your traveling buddies minded the discomfort. Did fae even need air to survive?

After what could have been no less than a couple of hours, your small group made it to a large clearing where only a few rays of the sun leaked through the thick smoky clouds. Miss matched flowers in shades of grey littered the rocky barren ground. Maybe at some point, this place had been beautiful, stunning even...but whenever that time had been it was long gone now.

As you ventured farther into this monochrome land of loss and sorrow, the three of you approached a castle. It towered over everything else, grim in all its glory. "Young master Malleus is awaiting you inside..." The green-haired male's voice trailed off as his speech was interrupted by the deafening creaking of the doors parting open. Without another word the two men dragged you inside, pushing you through spiral staircases and long bleak passageways. Until you arrived at a lavish-looking room, a large throne sitting smugly in the front of the room. It's black, spiked appearance was enough to make you gasp in horror, you didn't desire to meet the monster that perched atop that throne. "Don't be so afraid." the silver-haired man whispers, his head is almost resting on your shoulder. "Malleus-sama is kind and fair. He is sure to love you better than any human ever could." you catch a hint of nostalgic sadness in the last part, like a long lost part of the lavender eyed boy's past caught in his throat like a glass shard.

Trumpets roared through the room blaring as two men, one short and fickle whilst the other tall and brooding walked in. "Malleus~" The short one sang as they both stopped in front of you "Say hello to your lovely new wife." the tall man's emerald eyes landed on you. His lips parted in a threatening smile...or maybe it was a smirk? He didn't seem to be too good at displaying emotions. Slowly he descended onto one knee, slipping your hand into his and kissing the top lightly.

"Hello, my darling little wife."

🧡🦁Leona Kingscholar🦁🧡

The After Glow Savanna was an absolute hell to be born in if your family did not belong to some royal inner court class. The endless days spent scavenging for scraps of food, walking miles for a simple glass of water, had become a sort of broken, habit beaten into the residents of the smaller less fortunate districts.

Eventually, you too would follow in your parent's footsteps, working odd jobs around the neighborhood, getting married to some guy, having kids, and giving them the same dreary life your parents had given you. It was simple -miserable- but simple never the less. In an odd way, you found a sort of comfort in how everything was set in stone. How you'd suffer through a few years then die of starvation or some disease in your husband's arms.

But little did you know that the only comfort you had in your horrible life was also going to be swiped from you.

When Ruggie, a dear childhood friend of yours returned from his prestigious school for the winter holidays you were overjoyed! A week with your best friend was the greatest gift you could ask for! But that excitement soon dulled when he announced to the neighborhood what the royal family had planned for the underdeveloped parts of the country.

"They want to demolish the homes and build parks and shopping strips instead"

The people of your tiny community gasped, shock and hopelessness mixing over their dirty, worn out faces. Some older siblings shielded the ears of their younger kin, some mothers hugged their children closer to their chests. "They can't do that to us!" Your voice was like a beacon through the thick fog of confusion. "We can't let them!" You turned to Ruggie who was seated next to you. His blue-grey eyes held a foreign sadness that you had never seen before. He was hiding something...something so grim that he was forced to shove it into the depths of his soul, locking it up and throwing away the key.

"There is a way..."

For such a hopeful phrase, Ruggie's tone harbored no happiness. You could practically see the tears that were clouding his beautiful eyes. "Tell us" someone from the crowd demanded, others soon joined in with their own chants. For a long moment, Ruggie said nothing, the shouts of despair falling on deaf ears.

"If.." his voice trailed off, as his gaze grew distant.

"If someone from the neighborhood were to marry the second prince..." Gasps of fear filled the air. Even the mere mention of the second prince's name was enough to send chills down people's spins.

"Then they could, as the newly appointed princess, convince the royal family and counsel to scrap this monstrous plan." No one uttered another word. No one was brave enough to face the man who could destroy anything with a simple touch.

But the sake of these people, people who had nothing but their families and a muddy roof over their head was on the line.

Do something, a tiny voice in your head screamed, save them, it begged. You shifted your head so to get a glimpse of Ruggie's face. "I-" you began but were cut off before you could even finish.

"I know you would say that."

His voice broke over every syllable. He knew you would give up your depressing nostalgia for the sake of others. Life in the castle would be hell, being married to that monster would be something worst than the dwellings of the devil.

It was a speedy arrangement, so fast that your head didn't have time to process anything. In the end, it almost seemed like the royal family was desperate to find a spouse for their youngest son.

Just marry him! Was what all the absentee looks told you.

Early that morning, Ruggie had dragged you to the castle, all tears, and grumbles. The palace guards let him in with no restrain, it almost felt like he'd been here before. Your childhood friend led you to a room in the further corner of a grand hall. He told you to stay outside as he went in to chat with the prince. Moments later the newly appointed king and queen came to usher you into a privet room and discuss the marriage. Not an hour later your fate had been sealed, you'd be married off to prince Leona tomorrow at sunrise. For "historical purposes" your neighborhood would be preserved and even taken care of. 'Historical purposes' you thought 'more the like a bribe to get you to marry this beast.

that night you were dragged this way and that by the queen herself. Taken for fitting after fitting. Trying on hundreds of wedding dresses who's prices could feed every mouth in your neighborhood for months! "Leona isn't very classy" the queen sighed in disappear. "He would probably prefer you to be in something laxer, shorter if you will" the tailors ran around trying to find something that would fit her vague description, as you stood facing her royal highness.

"What's he like?" you asked soullessly

"Spoiled, although not as heartless as the rumors make him out to be" She didn't seem to like giving straight answers

"will he harm me? It was an honest question, although the lack of thinking it took before the queen replied made your heart skipped a beat.

"Quite possibly, he is rather...aggressive at times. Just don't let his degrading comments get to you. He's not used to being around people"

The more she described the second-born prince the more it seemed she was actually speaking of some feral dog that had raised in isolation.

Oh, how doomed you were.

The wedding was even faster than the preparation. Ruggie walked you down an aisle of flowers, walking over the petals, killing them once and for all, ending their pointless existence. You stood by your self at the altar awaiting your husband to be. It took a rather long time before the doors were flung open and the king waltzed in carrying his struggling brother under his arm. "No need to worry, Leona was taking one of his catnaps again and forgot about today's events" the king announced, in what could only be described as a mock lively tone.

How on earth does someone forget their wedding! This prince really wasn't a typical human...heck you where beginning to think that the feral dog would have made a better groom.

snap, snap

A few magazine pictures here, a couple of family photos there...

Everything was so bright and loud...

right before you and the second prince were thrown into the darkness of his room. In the obscurity, you could ONLY make out the glowing of his emerald eyes.

You could feel him shifting closer, all the while you took shaking steps backwards. " I thought wives were supposed to leap into the arms of their husbands? Tell me little herbivore do I frighten you?"

Your voice refused to leave your throat, too afraid to come into contact with the prince.

"What's the matter? Did they not teach you to speak in on the streets you grew up on. Poor thing~"

Leona pounced across the room, tackling you to the ground. His sheer weight pinning you to the carpeted floor. The sound of fabric tearing echoed through the silence.

How careless these royal were was the only intelligible thought that came to your frenzied brain.

Goosebumps littered your skin as Leona's claws cut into your flesh. His lips kissed over each wound as he made his way up to your cherry painted lips.

"You look so cute, you know, like a little mouse about to get devoured by a starving lion."

💙💀Idia Shroud💀💙

The rhythm of his heartbeat was slowing down, it felt like the patter of ants atop one's flesh. He was dying...this was an irreversible fact. The love of your life was dying and there was nothing you could do but sit idly by and watch the life fade from his pale bruised face. Your thumb ran over his knuckles in robotic-like strokes. Hours had passed, you'd shed all the tears that you had. He was gone...that was all there was to it.

For a hopeless second, you flicked your eyes to the open window on the opposite side of the room, There was never any sun on the island of lamination but regardless today seemed brighter than any other day. "How cruel" you muttered in a deadpan voice. Outside something...or better yet...someone was running through the fields, chasing what looked like a butterfly. The young child had blazing blue hair a symbol of the Shroud family...

THE SHROUD FAMILY

Your breath hitch in your lungs, your heart began to pound furiously in your chest. They could help you though hopefully. There family where distant relatives of the god of the underworld and a few years back -to your regulation- the hair of the family had been able to semi revive his younger brother. If he was able to bring back a child from the dead than surly they would have no problem returning your lost lover to you.

Your eyes waltz over his dormant face one last time before you got up and ran for the door.

"This is all for you my love, all of this is for you"

The Shroud family mansion was located at the top of one of the many hills that plagued the island. It was a dark grisly building that resembled the castles from old tales, where monsters laid dormant. Rumors spiraled around the rural civilization, some saying that the family was cursed by the lord of the dead, whilst others claimed that the shroud family were the long lost descendants of the lord of the dead and the maiden of spring. The curse had been placed on the family by the temperamental mother of the maiden of spring, anathematizing the family to be plagued with death and disappear for the rest of eternity.

Regardless of what their misfortune was, they may very well be the last people on earth who could help you. Surely if the family had brought back their youngest than they could bring back your lover!

You knuckles tapped furiously at the old metal doors of the frightful residence. The rhythm was unkept, unsteady, it's mere sound radiated urgency.

"PLEASE HELP ME"

Your throat burned as you screamed out those three lousy words.

After what felt like forever, the doors cracked open, revealing a tall man obscured by the shadows. Any light that touched the interior of the house seemed to die acidity, making peering inside nearly impossible.

"What business do you have?" The man's voice was croaky as if his vocal cords hadn't been used in years. For a split second, you closed your eyes, trying to organize the thoughts in your head. "My...my...h-hus...lover, my lover is d-dead...o-or rather he is dying....probably fully gone by now..." despite the mess of stuttered letters and mixed-up words, the man seemed to understand your situation. With a long sigh, he pulled you into the somber house.

Fingers still wrapped tightly around your wrist he pulled you around, guiding you through the darkness until you reached a large room lit only by the mysterious blue flames of the fireplace. Sitting by the warmth was a...well it was hard to tell, her face -despite it displaying every bone of her visage coupled with dark sunken eyes- resembled that of a woman no older than thirty, whilst her body resembled a decaying skeleton. What was she? Was she the lady of the residence or yet another monster this bizarre family had created.

"My, love" the man began to speak, his voice was somehow cleared like it had been given some sort of jolt. "This young lady needs Idia's help, she wants to bring back her lover from the dead."

The woman said nothing, her eyes staring ahead, burning a hole in the wall right by your head. "What will she give him in return" despite her "deteriorating" appearance her voice was like soft silk on one's skin, melodious and fair.

"Why herself!" This time the man's voice boomed across the house, echoing through the hallways and falling on you like a cave in.

"M-myself! What the hell do you mean!"

"It sounds fair" the women agreed "my darling sweet son saves your lover and instead you agree to marry him! Oh how wonderful, just like in the tales about grandfather Hades!"

She seemed too thrilled about this, her snow-white eyes gleaming with a sort of delusional passion.

"Idia! Idia honey! Come down your father has a surprise for you!"

The hollow sound of footsteps soon filled the quiet air. Followed by another soft blue glow.

Was there no normal fire in this house?

But it wasn't fire, not exactly. When your eyes fell on the heir of the Shroud family, you suddenly felt a nervous wave crash over you. There was something -even more- unsettling about him, he looked nothing like his charming little brother. For one his hair wasn't...well hair! Sure you'd expect a small batch of blazes heading upwards but this was something else entirely! It resembled a large bonfire that floated towards the ground, rouge sparks falling in every which direction, sizzling and then dying abandoned on the floor. And his eyes, Miosis like pupils floating around in a pool of lemon yellow.

But all the physical appearances aside, the most unsettling thing about him was the gloomy aura that leaked off him, suffocating anyone in his presence. Nervously you took a step back only to be yanked forward again by the taller man.

"Idia baby!" His mother ran over to him, cradling his hands in hers "This cute young lady has agreed to marry you if you can save her lover, just like in that old tale about your great grandfather! Oh, my this is all so romantic!"

It seemed like no one here understood that you were in love WITH SOMEONE ELSE! Or maybe they did and chose to disregard it. Instead, using the bits they retained as kindling to feed their raw excitement. You shifted your gaze back to Idia's face. To your utter terror, he was...smiling? Could that...look...even be called a smile? It seemed more like the way a shark would bare its teeth at a defenseless seal! Oh, gods please don't let this...thing...be your future husband!

"It should be easy enough," His golden gaze landed on you "W-when did...did he die?" it took a few moments before you register that he was talking to you or technically asking you something. "A...A few..." your voice cracked, tears streaming down your eyes.

"So recently...okay that shouldn't be a p-problem." He turned on his heels and walked back into the seclusion of the halls "I'll grab some things and meet you by the front door"

A few things ended up being a pile of wires and bolts. Something that looked like a light blue ball of energy and so many tools whose names seemed to go over your head.

Idia was kneeling by your lover's bed, pulling apart the skin and fusing metal in its place. Your darling's chest was cracked open, his ribs poking out towards the sky as if praying for life from the lord of the sky. Every once in awhile Idia would pull out a long tool with smoke floating from the top. He'd lay it on an organ watching as the tissue fiber sizzled away under the heat. He would then tie wires and small circular batteries inside.

"His heart stopped working, I'm guessing from some sort of shock"

You just hummed in response, too caught up in how the man you loved was beginning to look like a modern-day Frankenstein rather than a human being.

The sun had long since faded when Idia finally got up from his spot. His bones cracked and screeched at the sudden change, his muscles giving out halfway leaving him to rely on the wall for support to stand. Your lover's chest had been sewn back and covered with a silver piece of metal. His neck was wrapped in the same sort of alloy. His left arm had been cut open so Idia could shove the energy ball inside than cover it, leaving a small enough gap for wires that stretched from his chest to weld into the ball.

"He just needs a boost" Idia murmured that shark-like grin overtaking his pale face once more. From the side table, he plucked up to jumper cables and clipped them on either side of his neck. Jolts and crackles filled the room and sparks flew in every direction, the once-dead body shuffled around, arms and legs moving at random. You shrieked and duck behind Idia.

Only then did he pry the clips from his neck.

Nothing

for too long nothing happened... then there was a slight wiggle in one finger, then another. His eyes slowly began to prey open, looking over his surroundings. The moment his confused gaze feel onto you. Idia turned you around to face him, clumsily smashing his blue chapped lips onto yours.

From the corner of his eyes, Idia watched as the other man began to understand what was happening...even if he was just resurrected there was still agony at the sight of his lover kissing another...

Good! That should show him who you belonged to now!

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