#or even adjusted slightly that it drew away the impact

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i am officially, FINALLY all caught up again in both the manga and the anime for bsd and OH BOY there are thoughts and opinions but also WHO CARES because my tags are finally FREE to be unfiltered

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The shadow- father!Dottore & clone!son!Reader

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Recovery date: April 10th, 2024

Description: I was thinking about a platonic Genshin impact story with a bit of angst where the reader is male and is a clone of Dottore's son who died from sickness and the reader was tricked into believing that Dottore was truly his father but the reader didn't have a familial bond with him and deeply fears Dottore even though he rarely interacts with the reader but the reader ends up becoming friends with the traveller and went to Sumeru with them and after Scaramouche was defeated and irminsul was saved, when Dottore spoke with Nahida he revealed the readers true origins. (I was inspired by Hunter from the owl house)(if you're not comfortable with writing this that's completely alright and I wish you a good morning/afternoon or goodnight and I hope you're in good health and spirits☺️)

Notes: This work was recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contributions. This was fun! I did make a slight adjustment which is that reader arrived in Sumeru with Scaramouche instead of the traveler.

Word count: 1 760

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“When you were a child…”

I don’t remember that.

“He loves you in his own way.”

How can he love someone he never sees?

“He would never hurt you.”

How can you be so sure?

“Do you remember…”

I don’t.

Maybe that’s why it was so easy for Y/n to leave Snezhnaya with Scaramouche. Maybe that’s why, for the first time in his life, Y/n felt alive. He wasn’t walking on eggshells around his father’s lab, and no one pretended to know him. Scaramouche himself seemed completely ambivalent to his presence, only making vaguely aggressive comments to not die.

It made following the Balladeer a redundant question. With the gnosis, the two fled Inazuma even though Y/n was supposed to return to Snezhnaya.

This was a chance he couldn’t miss. A chance to see the world, and to see the home he’d only seen through pictures. Father be damned, he could ground Y/n later if he wanted… if he even cared too.

Sumeru was not as freeing as Inazuma. Maybe it was the knowledge that his father was here, somewhere, but it felt ever so slightly suffocating. The bright colors and clear skies were blinding, and everything felt wrong. There was a distant sense of familiarity, but it also felt like he’d never been here before. It was as though his brain was trying to remember everything he’d ever been told about this place– about the shops, the streets, and the people– but he couldn’t.

That sense of life that Y/n had found in Inazuma seemed to be slowly draining away.

Maybe father was right, maybe he should have returned to Snezhnaya instead of coming here. Perhaps telling Y/n to return to Snezhnaya was also his father’s way of protecting him, by ensuring he would not be deemed a fugitive for following the Balladeer. Had he been forced to fight to clear his son’s name with the Tsaritza and other Harbingers? 

“Oh- sorry.”

Y/n looked up from the ground to see who he’d just bumped into, and was immediately filled with a sense of dread. A blond traveler stood before him. The traveler.

“It’s alright,” the traveler’s voice was kind.

Y/n sidestepped the traveler and continued, at a quicker pace, to Puspa cafe. Then, as he was waiting for his food, a familiar voice drew his attention away from the people milling about and towards the opposite chair.

“Is this seat taken?”

Panic set in as he reflexively shook his head, and the traveler took a seat. Had he been found out? Had the traveler somehow found out that he was Dottore’s son? It was probably that damn Tartaglia, they seemed pretty close.

“Are you alright?” The traveler spoke again.

“Uh-uhm,” he cleared his throat, “yes, why?”

“You look a little sick,” the traveler’s floating companion said.

“Oh, I always look like that.”

Accepting his answer, the traveler and Paimon nodded. Y/n, however, was not so easily relaxed and instead began to fidget with the cuff of his shirt. Was he wearing something identifiable? His necklace was tucked under his shirt, so there was no way it was visible, and he wasn’t wearing the fatui insignia.

“Are you from here?” the floating creature, Paidon, Pai-Pai-Painon, Paimon, asked.

“N- I was born here, but we moved when I was young.”

“Aw, man, I was hoping you’d have some recommendations on good food.”

Y/n couldn’t help but chuckle at the dejected look on Paimon’s face.

“No, sorry.”

When his food was brought over, he offered to share it with the two traveling companions while they waited for there’s. Paimon happily obliged, while the traveler denied the offer.

Sumeru slowly felt less suffocating as Y/n stopped trying to remember things, and instead made new memories. Stories of chasing shroomboars were replaced with memories of hunting them down and cooking them, and stories of watching performances in the grand bazaar were replaced with actual memories of Nilou’s dance.

It just made his betrayal all the more painful on both sides.

“Y/n,” Dottore said, not looking up from his final touches on the Shouki No Kami.

“Yes, father?”

“Are you ready to leave?”

“Yes.”

Dottore looks up from the machine, finally, and turns around. There is a sorrow in the doctor’s eyes, one that Y/n has come to understand as mourning for his mother. That’s all he is to his father, a shadow of his mother. Maybe that’s why the man has always been so distant, perhaps too afraid to lose his son like he’d lost the mother.

Y/n steps forward and wraps his arms around Dottore.

“I love you,” Y/n says, and he isn’t sure if it’s a platitude or if he means it.

The doctor only pats his son’s back before he pulls away.

“You’ll be joined by one of my segments, I have some business I still must attend to.”

Now, Y/n was in no way skilled in the same way the fatui grunts were, but he also wasn’t as blind as a regular civilian. As he and the clone of his father made their way to the port, he felt the presence of their pursuers. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of white hair just before it ducked behind some crates.

His heart clenched in regret.

Perhaps, in the future, they could still be friends. If they were friends with an actual harbinger, surely the son of one of them would be alright. Maybe if the traveler ever came to Snezhnaya they could share another meal, and he could finally give them food recommendations.

The boat slowly began to drift away from the port, and Y/n stared up at the Sanctuary of Surasthana. 

He stood up suddenly, and carefully looked around on the boat. No one was watching, everyone was busy and his father had already entered the cabin. So, as naturally as possible, Y/n sat up on the side of the boat and made one last check of his surroundings before falling backwards into the water. 

“Hi, I know you probably don’t trust me, but I want to help,” Y/n muttered as he ascended the streets of Sumeru city, soaking wet from his swim. “Hey, so I know I’m the son of Dottore, but you’re friends with tartaglia, so let me help, please?”

It was late, and the street lights were on when he finally arrived at the Traveler’s place. He knocked immediately, not giving himself a chance to hesitate.

He was greeted with silence, and he had to strain to hear what sounded like metal scraping against something, and-oh no.

Y/n took a step back from the door just as the traveler swung it open and leveled a sword at his neck.

“Y/n?”

“Hi. I want to help.”

“You’re a horrible spy,” Paimon piped up. “We know you’re with Dottore, you can tell him that your little plan failed.”

“He doesn’t know I’m here, he thinks I’m on my way back to Snezhnaya.”

“And he won’t notice you’re gone?”

“He’s still in Sumeru.”

“What?”

Cautiously, the traveler let Y/n into the house and found him a change of clothes.

“Why help us?” The traveler asked, sitting on the bed while Y/n sat in front of it on the floor.

“I’m… not really sure. Well, that’s not entirely true, it just sounds stupid.”

“Well if you want us to trust you, you better tell us,” Paimon huffed.

Y/n gnawed on his lip for a moment, mulling over his words.

“When I was leaving Sumeru, I found myself staring at the Sanctuary of Surasthana, and I couldn’t help but think that lesser lord Kusanali is a bit like me. Before recently, I’d never left Snezhnaya. I felt… trapped. And there’s more to it, but that’s the gist of it. I just… want to give her the same freedom I found on this trip. Even if it means I can never go back to Snezhnaya, or that I can never leave it again.”

The next day, Y/n joined Nilou’s distraction team as the Traveler freed Nahida. Everyone was on guard for the possible appearance of Dottore, though his lack of presence was starting to get to Y/n. Had his business perhaps not been here, but rather somewhere nearby like Liyue?

He doesn’t expect to see the traveler again so soon, much less to be dragged along to the final fight with Scaramouche. It’s a blur as Y/n calls out flaws in the design for the traveler to target, flaws that Nahida eventually complies and ranks for the final round. 

Y/n catches Scaramouche as he falls from the Shouki No Kami, carefully positioning him to rest on his lap.

“I’ve got him,” Y/n said, “you guys finish this.”

---

“Your son is a wonderful man,” Nahida said as she handed her gnosis over to Dottore. “However, I can’t help but get a sense of… incompleteness, from him.”

The doctor rolls the dendro gnosis over in his hand, his gloved thumb tracing over the design.

“I do not owe you an answer.”

“I gave you the electro gnosis and the dendro gnosis.”

“In exchange for the destruction of my clones and knowledge about the fake sky.”

Nahida frowned, he was right. She had no leverage.

“I won’t bring him back with me.” Nahida felt her eyes widen in surprise. “My son died when he was just a boy, the man you’ve met is nothing but a shadow of that boy. As the clone of a corpse, he was not able to receive his memories, and it has caused him great pain. I did not bring back my son. He is no different from that puppet.”

---

“Hey, hat guy,” Y/n called, shielding his eyes from the sun as he looked up at his friend lazing in a tree.

“Go away!”

“Come on, the traveler’s here, we’re going to get lunch.”

“That’s nice, have fun.”

With a huff, Y/n carefully climbs the tree until he’s sitting on a branch above his friend. He stares intently at the other man until he finally cracks an eye open and groans.

“Honestly, if you’ve always been like this I have no idea how we ever became friends.”

Y/n jumped down from the tree, followed by the puppet.

“It’s a long story.”

“Will you ever tell me?”

With a scoff, the man replied, “What does the past matter when we can make new memories now?”

[aralezinspace]

Fingerprints- An Interlude

A/N: I'm on my second (or third idk) reading of the series Little Earthquakes by @peachesofteal (some of the best writing I've ever read, fanfic or otherwise) and this scene/interlude has just been sitting in my brain, so with their blessing here it is! This takes place between chapters 5 and 6 of Silent All These Years. ~Warning: aftermath of self-harm, blood, Morpheus being Extra and Dramatic, feels~

It took very little of his sand for you to succumb to sleep, just a few grains to sever the last threads of stubbornness that kept you conscious. Your face and form were relaxed, but in no way peaceful. Even in the dim light of your room, he could see the grimy tear tracks that stained your face, just how deep your eyes had sunk into your skill. Your skin was pallid, clammy, sickly. The pitiful creature before him was almost a stranger, bearing only the slightest hint of resemblance to the spirited storyteller he had fallen for.

Morpheus knew he had promised to clean your bathroom and erase the physical reminders of your darkest moment, but he couldn’t bring himself to look away, almost afraid you would vanish the instant he blinked, as if you’d cease to exist once he could no longer see you. The Endless trembled: he had come so close to losing you, too close to fathom. And he had played no small part in your almost permanent collapse.

The shame burned and writhed in his chest, an almost foreign feeling. Morpheus had lived much of his life without regrets or backward glances, now he found himself making almost endless pleas to take back the hurt he had caused, or go back in time to stop himself from hurting you in the first place.

He stood there, watching you sleep, listening to your soft breaths- in and out, in and out. A crooked finger brushed feather light across the apple of your cheek- even he could tell your skin was colder than it should be. Glancing over his shoulder every few seconds, he rooted around your closet for another blanket. Gentle like a spring breeze, he draped it over your form, tucking the edges in just so. He liked to think you relaxed just a little more into your mattress.

Satisfied that you were as comfortable as he could make you, Dream turned away from your sleeping form and went to the bathroom. Light leaked through the space between the door and the wood flooring, beckoning him in with deceptive innocence. A slightly shaking hand hovered over the doorknob in the moment it took to steel himself.

Morpheus almost doubled over from the assault on his senses and how his mind raced to process all the information. He had to blink a few times to adjust to the harsh, bright light after the blackness of your room. The cloying scent of your despair and desperation had seeped into the tiles and taken a firm hold. Your toiletries cluttered the counter, unused and sticky with residue. The only thing that looked like it had seen regular use was your toothbrush.

And then, there was the blood. Your blood, splattered in now-dried streaks and splotches of red and rust. The stinging scent of iron burned his nostrils. Bony fingers held the door frame in a death grip as hardened blue eyes landed on the knife, resting almost contritely in the tub. The handle and porcelain bore faint fingerprints, stamped in your blood.

His boots clomped softly on the floor as he numbly stepped into the bathroom. He sank to his knees, the joints protesting the impact with the slightly cracked tile. If Dream had his way, he’d send this entire room to the darkness to be consumed and never seen again, sentencing every memory of your bleakest moments to oblivion. But, the most he could do in the waking world was erase the evidence and let the bare bones remain, even though he knew he would still see the stains your blood left behind every time he looked into this room, no matter how pure and white the porcelain shone.

Dream forced himself to his feet, held out his hand, and drew your blood to him. Ordered it, commanded it, bent your dried up life force to his will. Like any other of his subjects, the drops and streams and particles came to him and gathered into a shifting orb, as if it were still writhing with your unrest. It twisted in front of him, hovering over the palm of his open hand and tensely clawed fingers. With his free hand, he reached inside his coat and withdrew a small glass vial.

With the slightest thought, he willed the glob of blood into the vial, where it continued to churn like ocean waves. A stopper formed of sand plugged the mouth, and the vial fell gently into his hand.

He couldn’t give what life remained in the vial back to you, but it wouldn’t go to waste. He would keep it close by to the end of his days, an ever-constant reminder of what he had put you through, a manifestation of his oath to make this right and treat you as you deserved, better than you deserved.

The bathroom no longer smelled of iron and tears, red no longer stained the white of your tub, but the essence of your pain and sadness lingered in the air like fog. He could see the ghost of you in his mind’s eye, lying there, pale and limp and covered in blood, fingers wrapped loosely around the handle of the knife.

His eyes fixed on the blade again, glaring at it with all the force of his rage and pain. He tucked the vial of your blood back into his coat pocket and knelt next to the tub. Delicately, he picked up the blade with two fingers, the metal cold and damp. He wrapped his hand around the blade, the edge digging into his palm and splitting the skin with the force of his grip. A small rivulet of blood trickled down his hand and wrist before being absorbed into the inky fabric of his sleeve.

His hand burned and pinched and stung as he held on tighter, trembling with the effort. He let out a grunted gasp at the pain, committing the sensation to memory, as if he could erase your pain with his own.

Dream gasped again as he let go of the knife, letting it clatter to the floor. He panted for breath, staring at the oozing cut on his palm with a sort of detached fascination.

A faint whimper from your room caught his attention. He had lingered here too long, he should be watching over you. A pinch of sand cleaned and healed his cut, but the phantom pain lingered. He turned to leave, but was once again reminded of the knife’s presence.

The air in the bathroom trembled and shook, blackness seeping out of his form. Midnight pits with a single pinprick of light stared down the blade with all his ancient wrath, all his remorse, all the anger that didn’t yet have a direction to be unleashed. A vortex of sand streamed from his hands and sucked up the knife before tearing it apart, atom by atom, until nothing remained of the implement that had almost taken you from him.

Morpheus let out a shuddering breath as the sand returned to him. He had done everything he could, all that remained was to watch over you until you woke. He turned out the light and left the bathroom without another glance.

In your room, you were in much the same position he had left you, small and vulnerable with the covers pulled up to your chin. He sat in the chair across from your bed, staring at you while a hand clenched and released and handled the vial of your blood. Taking one last breath, he settled in for what would undoubtedly be one of the longest nights he had, or would ever, know.

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MISS AMERICA | CHAPTER II

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

series summary: you're steve's sister, and bucky barnes' girlfriend. and maybe also a supersoldier from the 40s

chapter summary: you, bucky and steve go to the stark expo

chapter warnings: Food (popcorn), Bucky in that uniform (tell me if there are more!!)

A/N: hello guys i feel like shit but i hope this isn't shitty as well ALSO IM SO SORRY I POSTED THIS AFTER LIKE 2 MONTHS IM ON MY BREAK RN SO I MIGHT UPDATE THIS WEEK

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"You just don't know when to give up do ya?"

Steve breathed hard. "I can do this all day," he swung a punch at the insolent guy who had the audacity to disrespect the soldiers who were out protecting their country.

He blocked Steve's punch and sent him flying backwards into a trash can, that rattled on impact.

"HEY! Pick on someone your own size!" Bucky pulled the guy backwards out of the dingy alley they were in. He tried to punch Bucky but missed, allowing Bucky to punch him in return, and kick him out of the alley.

Bucky walked back to Steve, "sometimes, I think you like getting punched." "I had him on the ropes," Steve assured him, not very convincingly. Bucky bent down to pick up a letter that Steve had dropped. "How many times is this?" Bucky asked sarcastically.

He read the letter - no, enlistment form. "Ah, you're from Paramus now?" He asked condescendingly. Steve payed him no attention, focused on checking if he had bruised himself anywhere. "You know it's illegal to lie on your enlistment form. And seriously, Jersey?" He sighed.

Steve looked up to retort but he took in Bucky's appearance. He was wearing a uniform- a soldier's uniform. "You get your orders?" he asked.

Bucky took a deep breath and tried to appear as cocky and confident as he could, as he wanted to be what Steve wanted to be; a fighter. "The 107th. Sergeant James Barnes. Shipping out for England first thin tomorrow."

"Have you told her?"

"No, not yet. I'm planning to break the news to her after her shift. I'm picking her up."

"I should be going," Steve reluctantly sighed.

Bucky grinned, "Come on man," he hooked an arm around his shoulder, "It's my last night!" He pulled out the newspaper he'd been holding. "Gotta get you cleaned up," Bucky threw the enlistment form behind him. "Why? Where are we going," Bucky passed him the newspaper.

"The future."

-

You waited outside the hospital, already changed into the light grey dress Bucky told you to bring with you, as he said he would be bringing you out in the evening.

You saw two figures walking towards you, your brother and Bucky. Slightly disappointed that it wasn't just the two of you, you waved at them. "Ready to travel through time, doll?" Bucky jokingly asked, poking your waist with the newspaper he was holding.

"With you, always."

-

"I don't see what the problem is. You're about to be the the last eligible man in New York," Bucky justified after Steve complained about not being able to fight alongside Bucky. "You know there's about 3 and a half million women here."

"I'd settle for just one," Steve joked.

"Good thing I took care of that," you said as you waved to one of your colleagues you had asked to be Steve's date for today. She was complaining about wanting to go to the Stark Expo but not wanting to go alone. So, you set her up with Steve, and asked her to come to the Stark Expo.

Steve looked at you indignantly. "What did you tell her about me?" he grumbled, as he adjusted his hair.

"Only the good stuff," you smiled.

"Welcome to the modern marvels pavilion and the world of tomorrow; a greater world; a better world."

You and Bucky were walking ahead, hands intertwined, as you looked around at the magnificent innovations on display, all courtesy of Howard Stark. The applause coming from the stage drew your attention away from one of the exhibitions as you saw chorus girls lining up in front of a shiny dark grey automobile.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Mr Howard Stark!"

Howard Stark walked in flamboyantly, as one would expect the greatest innovator of the time to. One of the chorus girls walked over to take his hat, Howard thanking her with a kiss, and her passing the microphone over to him. A faint "I love you Howard!" was heard from the crowd making you and your colleague, Ruth, giggle. You and Bucky watched intently, while Steve, less interested, offered popcorn to Ruth. Ruth responding with a look that could have convinced someone that Steve was handing her a bag of dead rats, was enough to make Steve retreat his hand.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what if I told you that in just a few short years, your automobile won't even have to touch the ground at all," He announced.

Gasps of astonishment filled the audience.

"With Stark Rubidic Reversion Technology, you'll be able to do just that."

"Once we get rich we should get one of those," you whispered to Bucky. He smiled at that.

Some girls pulled the tires off and carried them to the side.

Howard Stark turned a knob at the panel next to him, and pushed a lever upwards. The automobile started to float.

"Holy cow," you and Bucky said in sync.

Howard stark proudly smiled at the audience, but that pride didn't last long. Sparks started erupting near where the propelling devices were, and the car fell to the ground in a crash. You, Bucky, and Steve laughed while Ruth didn't look all that impressed.

"Now, I did say that it would take a few years, didn't I," Howard finished as the crowd broke out in applause again.

"Hey, Steve, what do you say we treat these girls-" Bucky stopped as he noticed Steve wasn't next to him. "Where's Steve?" You asked.

"Beats me."

You looked around and found a small building that had a sign which you couldn't quite read. It was always like this. You tapped Bucky's shoulder, a silent plea for him to help you. Luckily, Bucky wasn't "mentally deficient" and "lazy" like you were called in school, and even at work; he read it. "United States Army Recruitment Centre," He laughed. "Knowing your brother he's probably in there, sulking about not being recruited into the army. Probably also conning his way in," he stated, gesturing at the building. "We should head there before he actually does that," you suggested. You turned to Ruth, but she wasn't there. You looked to where the crowd was scattering, and there she was, hurrying away, with her head down, trying not to be obvious. "I guess she wasn't that interested," you said to Bucky who had also spotted her.

"Let's go find Steve."

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Random Imagines [Genshin Impact - girls]

[ boy edition ]

- qiqi’s, klee’s & diona’s are all platonic

nervously shifting her legs on the ground, amber shyly presents you a plushie version of yourself that looks similar to the design of baron bunny. she bit her lower lip in pure nervousness as she imagines worst-case scenarios if you didn’t like it. gulping mentally, she nervously smiles as she takes a peek of your expression before looking down again. “happy anniversary.” she quietly said, hoping to herself that you’ll like the gift and that her mind finally calms down.

ayaka smiles as she takes a sip of her tea right outside her house with her beloved by her side, the sakura tree’s petals fluttering around them wonderfully, making the atmosphere more romantic. it's been a while since she last spent her time with you, so she makes sure that it’s spent with zero interruptions. turning to you as she started the conversation with a sweet, serene smile on her face. listening to you starting to ramble on about a topic that interests you, with a look of admiration present in her face.

feeling thankful that you saved her from the crowd of fans, barbara guided you to a secluded area where she often visited to have peace and quiet. she lets you rest your head on her lap as she softly hums a tune, which slowly switches to an actual song. a concert exclusively for her biggest fan with no worries of being judged. smiling if you join in on her singing, even if your voice isn’t as good as hers, she considers your voice divine like the anemo archon.

laughing lightly as she noticed her significant other getting tipsy after drinking a bottle, beidou stood up and announced that she and her lover would be going back to the quarters early. as the celebration continued behind her, she carefully picked you up bridal style and brought you to her quarters. her eyes widened when you started to ramble how much you love her before letting out a small smile and ruffling your hair, minding her own flushed cheeks. 

diona hisses at the stranger who was obviously taking advantage of your kindness while screaming how disgraceful they are for trying to use you. wanting to teach them a lesson, she takes a step forward but you stopped her with a reassuring smile. huffing but obliging to your wishes, she only glared at the stranger, mentally memorizing their faces so that when they visit the bar, she would ask the traveler to mix up a horrible drink. after all, no one messes with you and gets away from it. 

her eyes widened as she saw how you got hit from the active ruin guard, with eyes full of vengeance, eula gracefully yet deadly strike it on the core, effectively making it inactive once more. quickly rushing to your side as she eyed the obvious injury that the ruin guard caused, she cursed to herself for letting it happen. she quickly tended your wounds as she said her usual line of vengeance will be mine while coaxing you to not fall asleep. 

fischl excitedly retells the stories she loved to you while being held by you in the bed after a tough day full of commissions. her prinzessin persona dropped completely as she started from the very beginning while playing with your hands. a soft smile present on her face, happy to share something she loved to you, her significant other. 

embarrassed at your request, ganyu shyly looks away while looking down, fully presenting you her horns. a pink dust appeared on her cheeks when she felt your hand softly yet carefully trace the design of her horns. the warmth of your hands against her horns made her at peace as the initial embarrassment went away, replacing it with comfort and tranquility.

smiling mischievously as her eyes landed on your unsuspecting figure, hu tao carefully and quietly navigate herself to you. she tries to conceal her excited giggles behind her hand as she crept up behind you. she stayed there for a while before quickly wrapping her hands around your waist and shouting “boo!” in your ear while giggling madly.

waking up at the sound of the birds chirping, jean slowly opens her eyes as she yawns. she blinked a couple of times to get the sleepiness out, once her vision was clear, her eyes quickly landed on your still-sleeping figure. she smiles as she brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, softly calling your name in hopes to wake you up. hearing you groan in protest, she pressed a quick kiss on your lips, promising to give you more if you wake up right now.

keqing huffing as she loudly makes her side of the argument, her face almost turning red due to the anger she’s feeling. she knew she was right, so why were you insisting you were the one right and she was in the wrong? not wanting to back out from the argument, she accidentally says something she regrets. after the adrenaline of the argument evaporates from her veins, she quickly realizes what she said as she quickly pulls you into a hug while quietly apologizing.

whilst keeping her company while in solitary confinement, klee happily hums a tune she heard from barbara as she draws on a piece of paper you gave her along with some crayons. patting her head while she does her task, she looks up to you expectantly with her huge doe eyes, showing you what she drew. guessing from the color schemes of the two figures, you figured it was you and klee. happily praising her with her drawing, she excitedly grins at you. 

the fatui agent screamed in terror as a cryo attack hit him, hitting him square on the chest. shouting profanities, he looks at who attacked him to give them a piece of his mind only to fear his own life. standing right behind you, in all her glory, was la signora, otherwise known as your lover. she clicks her tongue, staring at the agent with judgement, before turning her attention to you. cooing sweetly at you as she checks for any possible injuries before telling you to stay in her quarters as she deals with a pest. 

lisa blinkes in surprise at the scenery before her, the library now deserted from people is decorated with a festive decoration. the table she used to have her tea time with is filled with food, from cakes to cookies, it even has her favorite tea among it. the scent of her favorite filled her nostrils as her eyes landed back on your figure, who was fidgeting from nervousness. laughing softly when asked if she likes it, she coos at you and brings you into a hug. you really are adorable, too much for her heart. 

her eyes widened when the door leading to her room opened, lumine looked up to see you in the doorway, the light from the outside pouring in the dark room. she looks away while blinking away the tears gathered in her eyes, why did you have to see her like this? hearing the soft thud of a closing door, she felt the bed shifted and warm arms wrapping around her. your hot breath in her eyes as you whisper comforting words in her ears. deciding to finally drop her guard down, she clings to you and starts bawling. why did her brother leave her once again?

surprised at your question of your future, mona coughs in her fist as she decides to fulfill your curiosity, also with a promise of giving her mora even though she declined it at first. she let the chart of the astrology signs appear before her and started doing her fortune-telling stuff. seeing her nod as she stares at the constellation of what appears to be yours, you noticed that her face bursted into red. worried for her, you asked her what’s wrong and she could barely put out a coherent word from her mouth. she huffed as she looks away, hiding you from her view via her hat, her mind racing at the image of you settling down with her. 

ningguang confronts you one day about your distant behavior with her, her eyes scanning your body, picking up your nervous tics along the way. she tilts her head as she looks at you with expecting eyes, even though her face remains stoic, her eyes are practically pleading for you to tell her what happened, did she do something wrong? sighing at your explanation, she stood up from her chair and made her way to you. pulling you into a chaste kiss, she smiled at you, reassuring you that everything would be okay.

gently waking you up from your nap, the face of a worried noelle appeared after you opened your eyes. smiling gently at you while stating that she finished preparing the soup and medicine and it’s time to eat. she frowned when you told her you don’t want to eat, to which she responded “you won’t get better if you won’t.” deciding the best option is to feed you, she scoop up a spoonful of soup and encourage you softly to open your mouth. her eyes lit up when you complied with her wish. after feeding you and making you drink the medicine, she changed your wet towel on your head and gave it a kiss, hoping to barbatos that you’ll get better soon. 

qiqi looks up at you expectantly while raising her arms up, asking for you to carry her. because you can’t physically or mentally decline a sweet child like her, you lifted her up like she wanted and adjusted your hold on her so that she wouldn't fall off. wrapping her arms around you and smiling happily, you continued to traverse liyue harbor while carrying her.

watching you in amusement as you struggled to try to get a kiss from her, rosaria chuckled when even if you were standing on your toes, you still couldn’t reach her. seeing you pout at her, she gave your cheek a pinch while cooing at you. after having a deal with you, a kiss in exchange for a wine in the tavern, she gave you your desired kiss after rolling her eyes at your expecting face.  

while looking through her notes, sucrose heard you hum while doing your daily house chores. looking up to peek at where you stood, washing the dishes while swaying slightly and humming a tune. she smiles as her focus soon shifts to listening to you humming instead of focusing on her notes. noticing that the shy girl was looking at you, the said-girl let out a tiny shriek and quickly looked down to her notes. chuckling at her adorable action, you continued to wash the dishes as she went back to her notes. 

xiangling blushed profusely at the sight of you holding out a bouquet of flowers with a bag of jueyun chili on your other hand. she covered her face with her hands, incoherent words leaving her mouth as she tried to process what she’s seeing. you must’ve flustered her too much. chuckling at her reaction, you set down the bag and the bouquet at a table and wrapped your arms around her, patting her head to calm her down. 

excitedly yet nervously strumming her guitar in front of you, xinyan took a deep breath before starting to strum her guitar for real and began singing her heart out. she hopes you’ll like the song she composed, exclusively for you. the one and only fan she has that endlessly supported her through her rockstar career. she smiles at you brightly as she continues to sing, bobbing her head up and down. this is who she is, and she’s glad she found someone like you. 

feeling someone’s disappointing gaze on you, you look up to meet yanfei’s gaze with a frown plastered on her face. drunkenly greeting her, she shakes her head as she exclaimed she’ll be bringing you home now. it was a bit difficult as you kept wanting to wander off but she somehow managed to bring you home in one piece. plopping you down on your couch, she sighs as she mumbles that she became your babysitter and quickly fetches you some water. after some difficult time once again to make you drink water and the ending being successful, she stares at your sleeping face before letting out a sigh once again. why do you keep choosing someone else when she was right here by your side the entire time? 

[kiame-sama]

28 Years - Yandere!Silva x Reader (2nd Pregnancy)

Many have asked and now, here it is!!

Warnings; Dub-con, pregnancy, yandere relationship, manipulation, mention of past abuse, yandere, yandere behavior, yandere tendencies, nsfw, Silva extreme views, family bonding,

It had been a few years- close to six- but the scars of your emotional turmoil were still present in your behavior and actions. You would become distressed whenever Silva attempted to be intimate with you, only calming down when he would back off, giving you the space you needed. Sometimes he would and sometimes he wouldn't, but he generally had not lain a single hand on you with any intent to hurt or force you to do anything.

It seemed he might have learned from his egregious error of taking Illumi away from you and punishing you for running away from him. Now he was cautious and treated you like glass in his grip, still keeping you close as often as possible and readjusting you to his touch. Some progress has been made- you no longer flinched from his touch or sobbed when he held you- but you still reacted like you were being burned or tortured with any kind of intimacy.

Though he wouldn't admit it, Silva hated seeing your pained expression, listening to your frightened whimpers and cries, seeing your panic whenever he tried to pin you under him, and most of all he hated how you never seemed to enjoy intimacy with him anymore. Even when he had first kidnapped you, you would make such loud noises and moans of pleasure any time he touched you and now you just panicked and cried. He didn't think your rejection of his affection would impact him so deeply, but he honestly couldn't remain hard or cum when you cried in such a way whenever he took you.

He was unable to enjoy it if you didn't enjoy it.

He could be a patient man, but he also had burning needs that drew him into near feral insanity if he refused to indulge in them. Silva NEEDED you. He needed your touch, your affection, your intimacy, all of it. He had tried to ignore his needs more than once before and almost every time he was unable to last very long, aching with desire just to feel your touch against his skin.

Even if it meant you were striking him or cursing at him, he would feverishly accept your touch with absolute glee. He was so sick with how desperately he needed you. His only 'cure' to this aching need was indulgence in his addiction to you. He was addicted to everything you had to offer and to everything you did. Nothing other than you mattered to him because you were his world. You were his love, his light, his everything.

True to his assassin nature, he quietly entered the room, frowning upon seeing you curled up in your shared bed and slightly shivering from the cold his absence seemed to cause. He chose to wake you gently, massaging your shoulders and murmuring softly to you in a husky hum.

"(Y/n), wake up..."

"Ngh... Hm? Silva? What is it?"

"I want to try something with you."

He felt your body stiffen as you fully awoke due to his words, fear and anxiety shooting through you almost violently at the implications his words had. You could only muster a whimper and start shaking your head back and forth, not trusting your words to be enough to deny his advances. Still he persisted, arms snaking around your midsection and pulling your back up against a warm chest.

"Shh... Trust me."

"No... No. No! No no no no no no no no!"

You were thrashing like a wild animal at this point, clawing for freedom and screaming out as if in pain, biting him when you could as you tried to wrench yourself from his grasp. He continued to simply hold you close as you thrashed, wailing and fighting his grip with all you had. But even your energy had to die down at some point, panting and whining pathetically as you lay exhausted in his arms.

"It's alright. It's okay... See? You're okay."

"No..."

"Yes. Have I hurt you during all of this?"

"... No..."

"See? I just need you to trust me. It won't hurt and we can take this as slowly as you want."

"I don't want it..."

"You do. You just think you don't because you're scared. I hurt you. I have done you wrong and unknowingly enforced the idea of intimacy being a punishment. I should have shown restraint and should have never done what I did to make you run in the first place. Let me show you this is different. Let me show you it's okay."

"..."

Your whimpers quieted as you lay hyper aware of any movement Silva made, feeling one arm drag down your side and his hand come to a rest on your lower stomach. When you didn't immediately try to push him away, he continued to follow the soft curve of your body until his large hand was parting your thighs. He slid his hand into your sleep pants where he cupped your heat and gently kissed your shoulder, slowly beginning to rub light pressure over your sensitive body.

The softest of noises left you, some kind of mix between a whimper and a moan, uncertain if you were whining from fear or due to the gentle movements of your husband. When Silva added a bit more pressure to your warm heat, you expected a flash of pain to stab through you, instead a soothing sensation ran through your mind and compelled you to calm just a bit more. Your light moans seemed to be the only confirmation Silva needed to keep going, sliding his hand gently between your soft folds, fingers prodding at your wet entrance.

Your mewling moans turned into gasps of pleasure as you gripped his thick arm, pressing back against his warm chest and whining in bliss. The light feeling of his lips trailing over your neck made you whine and shiver, hips beginning to slowly move with his relaxed strokes. You could feel how much your responses were affecting him given the rock-hard length that pressed stiffly against your back, pulsing in desire and need.

He tugged at your loose sleep clothes, easily sliding them off of your body, leaving you bare against his broad chest. His hands were warm as they slid over your chilled flesh, letting the heat sink into your body and warm you to the core. It was clear he was taking great care to not cause you any level of pain, given his relaxed touch and gentle behavior.

You whimpered when he moved so you were laying face-down on the bed, your hips raised up and his muscled body over your own. The firmness that pressed against you made you mewl and turn your head to look at him in vague fear despite the slick that coated your thighs. It was clear you were still frightened and hesitant to the idea of intimacy with Silva after what he had done to you, but the large hands on your hips gave you little room to voice that fear.

"Shh... It's alright..."

He shifted above you and you were about to question what it was he was doing when an intense warmth met your pulsing pussy, gasping and gripping at the blankets as an obscene slurping sound met your ears. Silva lapped his tongue at your soaked heat, making you mewl and cry out against the blankets beneath you, arching your back as pleasure hummed through your entire body. You couldn't stop the moans that tumbled from your lips due to the mind-numbing bliss that sparked through your brain, balling up your fists as you tried to hold back the sounds.

"Fuck..! Fuck, it- it's so good..!"

You were practically drooling at that point from the pleasure that coiled itself tightly in your abdomen, your eyes clenching shut as you continued to whine loudly. Silva seemed to only be spurred on from your pleasured noises, sinking his tongue as deeply into you as he could, gripping your hips and moving you in time with his desperate licking. When you felt like you couldn't take it anymore, you let out a loud screech of bliss as that coil snapped and flooded your body with euphoria, shaking from the sheer force of the pleasure.

"There we go... Fuck, you look so good squirting for me like this."

A whine left your exhausted form as he slid two fingers into you, moving and scissoring them slowly to get your warm walls to loosen for him. You were able to just lean into your pillows, feeling the echos of pleasure building up inside of you once more as Silva slowly but surely worked you over. He continued with his slow movements, letting you move your hips back against his fingers and fucking yourself on them at the pace you wanted all while admiring the wonderful view he had of your blissed out expression.

When your hips began to slightly stutter and jerk at a faster pace, he pulled away from you, relishing the sound of your needy whine of disapproval. He didn't hesitate to lick his fingers clean of your slick, getting a few more slow strokes of his tongue on your soaked pussy before getting to the matter at hand. He lined himself up, only allowing the tip of his large cock to rub against your tight hole as he gently massaged your hips.

"Would you like more?"

"Ple-please! Yes- yes, please, Silva! I need- ngh- I need more!"

"Then go ahead and take more. Go as fast or as slowly as you wish. Take my cock into you."

Silva was actually slightly surprised at how you reacted to his words, almost trying to take him in too quickly as you pushed your hips back, letting him sink deeper into you. The sheer stretch of taking his entire length was enough to make your toes curl in pleasure, needing to pause for a moment just to try and adjust to the full feeling. Some part of him wondered if you were even fully aware of the grasp you had on his heart, the sole being that held all of his affections and attention.

"Silva..! Please..! I need you to move..!"

You were mewling under him, gripping the sheets tightly as you whimpered and tightly closed your eyes. It was clear that you were in need of some kind of release and he was the only one who could provide it for you.

He wouldn't deny your breathy pleas, at least.

Starting with a slow tempo that built up to a near impossible speed, the bed creaked and complained loudly beneath you due to his unrelenting thrusts. You were in mind-numbing bliss and truly didn't care about the absolute racket you were making as you practically screamed out your moans, letting the sculpted man move your body as he pleased. Silva was in a similar state, lost to the pleasure of hearing your sweet moans as he buried himself inside of you.

He had yearned for such a sound for quite a bit now and your rejection of his affection over the past few years had left him nearly starved for you. Truly, there was only so much he was able to take when it came to resisting his physical need for your touch, wanting desperately to just hold you and have you cry out for him. He was finally able to feel your tight walls milk his hot cock and listen to your breathy moans, seeing you writhe in pleasure from the large cock buried inside of you.

"Tell me how much you love it. Tell me how much you love me. Scream it for me."

"Ngh-! Silva! I- fuck- I love it..! So big..! So damn good! Please! Please I need more!"

Despite the fact you did not say everything he wanted to hear, Silva continue to rut into you with fast angled thrusts that made you practically see stars. His grip on your hips was tight, but you didn't register anything other than that thick length moving inside of you wildly. Even as your eyes rolled back, you couldn't help the whining moans that wrenched from your throat fiercely.

The moment that pressure growing within you broke, you wailed out in a near tortured moan while pleasure washed over you for what felt like ages. The hot ropes of cum filling up your soft stomach only seemed to prolong the pleasure that ran through your veins, as if time itself stood still around you. When Silva finally pulled out of you, you collapsed on the bed and panted heavily, feeling almost too full as you moved to a much more comfortable position.

Silva's large arms wrapped around you and pulled you close, letting you sink into the warm heat that radiated from his sculpted figure. It was truly as if the two of you were just basking in the presence of one another all while you slipped back off into sleep, content with the warm figure that held you so close. Silva took longer to just enjoy the moment after finally getting to embrace you once more without any fear getting in the way.

For now, it seems he had managed to mend the scars of his egregious error and had you content to be with him once more.

~~~~~~~~

You lay on your side, curled up on the tile floor of your shared bathroom, trying to get the queasy feeling to subside enough to move. You honestly couldn't remember a time where you felt half as unwell as you did at that moment, feeling tears sting your eyes as your throat burned with exhaustion. At that point, all you really wanted was to sleep, but with the current exhausted state your body was in, you had no way of reaching the comfort of your bed or the warm embrace of your blankets.

The quiet sound of your door opening drew what little you had left of your attention span, hardly able to lift your head all that far from the tile as you attempted to rouse your body into an upright position. Despite your efforts, it was clear there was no way you were going to be able to sit up and so you simply remained on the cold tile as you awaited whomever had entered the room. To your vague surprise it was not Silva who came through the door, it was Zeno and he honestly seemed as if he hadn't expected to find you in the state you were currently in.

With a surprising gentleness, the elder came to your side and rest the back of his hand on your forehead. He seemed to have some level of honest concern as he gazed down at your exhausted form splayed out on the tile.

"Shall I go retrieve that useless doctor of yours?"

"... Please..."

It took more effort than you had expected to huff out that one word, feeling oddly cared for and respected simply for the fact he asked what you wanted instead of acting of his own accord. Silva would have never done that. He would have taken one look at your unwell state and practically ran to retrieve your kind doctor to have you checked for any cause that may explain your current position.

It didn't take long for him to send out word to have your doctor come to your room before he was back by your side. Truly, if there ever were a time you felt honest appreciation for your father in law, it would be at that exact moment. He could have easily left you to suffer alone on the tile and instead not only sent for help, but returned to your side to wait with you.

"Is there anything you need at this moment?"

"..."

You tried to form some kind of sentence to respond to him, but you felt as if the energy had just been ripped out of you as your eyes began to slowly close. A sharp snapping sound brought your attention back to the man before you who now seemed to almost be more than just concerned.

"No sleeping. Not yet. Do your best to remain awake, Brat."

The faintest of smiles pulled at your lips when you heard that name that he only used for those he felt responsible for as well as those he cared for. Zeno was an assassin through and through and was a proud man at that, but he did have some kind of emotions that were reserved for family and close friends of the family. He was cold and to the point with almost everyone, but he was far more gruff and pushy with those he actually cared about given the way he has had to live on where his wife had died delivering Silva.

It was the only way he knew how to show affection.

"Where..?"

"Silva? Just left on a job this morning. A long job. It should take him at the least a month, if not longer. Of course you would choose now of all days to fall ill, Brat."

"Not.. dead yet..."

A low huff of amusement came from the older man as he sighed and sat next to you on the floor, keeping you constant company despite having no obligation to do so.

"I'm not telling Silva about this until he gets back. You know as well as I do that he would leave the job the moment he heard you were unwell. That fool loves you more than even he realizes."

His words, though harsh, made complete sense to you. Often you had thought that Silva was far more obsessed with you than anyone else realized, given how you were one of the very few who ever saw his true nature without the trained restraint and cold tone he almost always had. He was mentally unwell due to his upbringing and obsessed with you beyond reason, and he believed his actions were justified due to his familial heritage when it came to what they considered to be love.

Maha lived through it. Zeno's father died from it. Zeno lived through it. Silva will die from it.

An insane love that compelled them to do all they could to obtain and keep the object of their affections, even going as far as kidnapping and imprisonment. Silva's sickness is worse than theirs had been, and he is the only one that managed to keep his darling- you- alive. They understood and accepted the obsession he had with you and were content to keep you in Silva's arms as long as possible.

The door to your room opened with a loud creak before Kikyo made her way into the bathroom where you lay. It was clear she moved in a much more rushed pace when she saw you laying on the tile shivering, not even needing to be told to start checking you. She was being much more gentle and seemed to be far more expressive than usual as she examined you with great care.

"It seems to me you may be pregnant again."

You felt surprise run through your veins, but that surprise dulled down for a moment as you recounted what it was like when you were pregnant with Illumi. It certainly made sense, especially given all that happened up to that point.

"If she is pregnant again, I need to have a chat with Silva about keeping his damn hands off her child this time."

"Yes, sir. Shall I contact-"

"Tell him and I'll make you wish you never even considered it to begin with."

~~~~Three Months~~~~

You sat next to Zeno as you remained curled up nice and cozy in your heated blanket, sharing it with the elder who kept you company thus far in your pregnancy. Silva was expected to return any day now and you both knew the absolute fit he would throw the moment he learned what his father had been keeping from him. At least you had some peace and quiet without Silva around for a good bit, though part of you figured he would never accept another long job seeing as something important had been kept from him because of it.

Regardless, you were comfortable and starting to doze off when an unexpected question snapped you awake.

"That doctor of yours, she's the one who set you free after Silva took Illumi from you, isn't she?"

Your surprise must have been clear on your face as Zeno simply nodded, not taking his eyes away from the large television screen you two had been watching. He didn't seem particularly surprised at the answer to his question, nor did he seem all that angry either. It was almost like he knew the whole time but still wanted you to confirm it before he accepted it as truth.

"Please don't-"

"I won't tell Silva. I figured that was the case when you had somehow managed to get out. There would have been no way for you to do it on your own and the only person who had access to you outside of the family was her. To tell you the truth, part of me had actually hoped that you would manage to get away. To escape this place."

"... Why?"

"Because in many ways you remind me of my own wife. Often I wonder what would have happened if I hadn't caught her after she escaped. If I hadn't hurt her as Silva did to you... Perhaps she would still be here today."

You were surprised to hear all of this, having been too worried of upsetting Zeno to ask about the fate of his wife. It seemed she had been in the same boat you were currently in, but it had killed her where you had managed to survive. Before you could ask any more questions about the mysterious woman Zeno spoke so rarely of, the door swung open with a familiar level of force that made you jump slightly in response.

Silva was home.

There wasn't even enough time for you to welcome him back before you were being pulled up into his large arms, feeling his forehead against your shoulder as he pressed his face into the crook of your neck. His large hands easily cradled your body close to his own all while his lips roamed your soft skin feverishly. You were about to try and call out for him to stop for a moment before an old voice beat you to it.

"You can't fuck her, Silva."

"I can do what I wish with my wife, when I wish."

"Not while she's pregnant you can't."

All movement halted the moment Silva registered his father's words, tensing his entire body as he slowly came to terms with what he had been told. Silva moved rather slowly as he positioned you to be cradled in one of his large arms, his hand coming up to rest against your stomach which had already begun to swell up. He almost seemed to be in a trance while he stayed statue-still, sorting out both his thoughts and emotions on the realization.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Silva's voice was a deep and angered growl in his chest, sending shivers down your spine due to your proximity to the very man who could quite easily snap at any moment. Zeno seemed mostly unfazed by the aggressive growl and instead took to observing his sharp nails as if he were bored with the situation he found himself in. You really had to admire the old man's lack of fear while facing off with Silva, who you feared more than you cared to admit.

"Because you would have abandoned your job and that would be a terrible reflection on the Zoldyck family."

"She's been pregnant this whole time and you didn't damn well tell me?"

"Watch your tone, Brat. She's alive, isn't she?"

"How long have you known?"

"Since the very day you left. That morning was when she first began showing signs."

You felt the tension in Silva's body rise to near extreme levels, letting out a sharp cry as his grasp around your soft body tightened past the point of comfort. Your cry made Silva calm immediately and loosen his grasp so he no longer held you quite as tight. That cry seemed to have caused a temporary lapse in Silva's anger as he treated you with extreme care and gently set you back on the couch, giving you a quick once-over to check for any injuries he may have caused.

"Never again."

You looked up in confusion at Silva's lowly growled words, wondering just what he was talking about.

"I'll never leave you for that long again, I swear it."

~~~Six Months~~~

You lay in complete relaxation under your warm blanket, spooning a wonderfully soft pillow all while you dozed lightly on the couch. If anything, this pregnancy was far more... Relaxed... Than your first one had been. Silva seemed to be taking extra care to show nothing but the utmost affection towards you and your child during this whole ordeal and honestly it was doing wonders for you.

You still had that internal need to shield your stomach and your baby from the man who had caused all of this in the first place. This meant his caution around you and extra positive attention towards your unborn infant was all your brain needed to feel more secure in your fragile state even though such a dangerous man lurked nearby at all times. Silva got you anything you could possibly want the moment you brought it up regardless of what time it was or what he happened to be doing at the time you mentioned it.

Whatever food you wanted was immediately made and sent straight to you. If you wanted more blankets you need only shiver before countless blankets were being piled on top of you. Any vague sign of discomfort and Silva was immediately doing everything in his power to ease your troubles in whatever way he could.

You even got to see your first-born Illumi more than a few times as the young boy's presence soothed you immensely as did his sweet curiosity. Illumi may show little to no emotion, but what little he did show he only did so while near you. You could only smile at the memory of Illumi's large and curious eyes staring up at you questioningly while he rest his cheek against your swollen stomach.

"But how did it get in there?"

"Eh... I'll tell you when you're older, okay?"

"Okay. Hey, Mama?"

"Yes, Sweetheart?"

"I promise to take care of any little siblings I get to have."

"That's very sweet of you, Illumi, thank you, my darling."

"Anything for you, Mama."

Despite the odd behavior and almost frightening temper of your first-born, you felt more at ease than you had given the fact that you knew your son would always be on your side regardless of what may happen. Even with his cold demeanor, Illumi showed true affection for you and seemed rather insistent that you have nothing to worry about when it came to the future of your unborn child. At least you felt as if Silva learned his lesson to not take your children away from you too early as well as learning just what a positive impact your son has on you.

You were taking a rather wonderful and deep nap after getting to spend some time with Illumi and had recently awoken, content to just lay still and let yourself slowly wake up. The slow and gentle sound of footsteps drew your attention from hazy thoughts into sharp clarity, listening for whomever they belonged to. A large hand against your stomach almost made you tense up in fear, but the gentle way it lay against your skin kept you relaxed and calm.

"If you kill her, I will come for you next."

Cold jolted down your spine as you heard the low growled words against your stomach. Silva didn't often talk to your stomach or the life within unless it was to appease some request you made or to simply cheer you up. You were well aware that Silva would not handle your untimely demise in the slightest given just how distraught he would be at any idea of you being taken away from him.

You needed to keep your baby safe. But you felt like it was a near impossible task due to Silva hovering around you almost constantly. He certainly didn't take your condition lightly and considering how he received the news months after you did, you knew he refused to spend even an hour away from your side.

To some degree you appreciated the knowledge that nothing from outside of the estate could hurt you, but you also feared the fact that your husband took his 'protector' role rather seriously and could easily cause harm to you. He always said he wouldn't and yet you felt like you knew better, especially after your first several years with him. His lowly growled out words chilled you to your core and you only hoped that he would be in a much better mood once the child was safely out of you.

~~~~ 9 1/2 Months ~~~~

When the hell was it going to end!? You head read of some pregnancies lasting up to as long as a year, but you were getting more than a little tired and Silva's patience was near nonexistent.

"That rat is NOT allowed to keep you for so long. It's coming out today."

"Silva, for once would you just let me do things my way and decide what to do?"

"I am done waiting for it to come out on its own."

"What exactly do you plan to do?"

"Get the doctors to induce labor or just cut it out of you already."

"Would you just-"

You went cold and silent as a familiar feeling washed over you, feeling a slowly growing and rolling contraction beginning to tug at your insides. The panic in your expression seemed to tell him that something had happened and he immediately dropped the subject in favor of tending to you. You were barely aware of what seemed to be going on around you as another wave of dizziness washed over you along with a rather piercing contraction.

Silva stayed with you through it all, refusing to leave even as you were rushed into the delivery room. There was not one moment that passed that Silva wasn't letting you grip as tightly as you needed to his hand, speaking in a low rumble that he only reserved for rare moments of sensitivity.

Everything was primarily a blur to you, passing by in seconds that lasted hours and hours that lasted seconds. So when you finally heard that cry and a faint congratulations, you were already blacking out far too quickly to respond as your entire body achingly tried to reduce the tension in your over worked muscles.

Silva's heart rate jacked through the roof as you went limp in his arms, clearly something having gone wrong during delivery. The honest desperation in not only his actions, but in his very being seemed to leech out any other emotion, his eyes never leaving your face all while the doctor and nurses scrambled around you to do what they could. Silva had dealt with being alone while growing up and never wanted to experience it again, the simple idea of losing you causing the most blood-thirsty aura to spill from him.

If the sheer intimidation wasn't enough to get the medical staff working desperately, that cold glare Silva had locked them with sure as hell would be. There were no questions as to the nature of the consequences they face should they fail, the presence of the dangerous man only serving to add more stress unto the delivery room. The infant had been taken away somewhere quiet and safe so the doctor and nurses could focus on your suddenly poor condition, knowing that their only chance of survival was ensuring you survived.

Silva refused to move or leave or even look away from you before the doctor was able to say confidently that you would live. Even after that time came and passed as you were brought back to a stable condition, Silva had no intention to ever leave your side.

Thanks to the fact his father kept your condition a secret on favor of Silva completing a job, Silva refused to be away from you for any longer than a few days from then on. No more month long jobs that required him to leave you for large chunks of time, now he was committed to staying by your side as often as he possibly could. He adored you and honestly figured heirs weren't worth the risk of you dying, resolving to remove any pregnancy that may occur before you became aware of it.

Two was already too many for him. He didn't want to share you with anyone, but at least the two boys will keep his father off his back about continuing the family line.

He could deal with the brats, so long as everyone knew you were his. He adored you and kidnapped you just so he could get close to you, there's no way he would give you up for anything in the world. You were his world, and ue would protect you until the bitter end.

[piecksz]

dirty little secret | (m)

pairings: jock!eren yeager x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, dub con, cheating, creampie, oral sex (male receiving), mouth fucking, saliva, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, sneaky sex, explicit language

words: 3.2k+

summary: eren’s unsatisfied in his relationship with his girlfriend, so he looks to you for sexual gratification.

a/n: all the characters in this story are adults! it was originally meant to be a college au but the whole “fire drill” detail doesn’t really make sense in a college setting since fire drills are typically held in dorms, so as per usual 18+ minors dni. 

Your legs moved quickly against the polished tile of the hallway while you sped up to meet with your class who had already been far ahead of you, disappearing into the throng of people filing outside at the blaring signal of the fire alarm.

You’d excused yourself during your lesson to use the bathroom, unaware that an unplanned drill had been scheduled for that day, so with haste you finished up and rushed to rendezvous with the rest of your classmates before you were left inside the building.

As you rounded the corner, you felt a pair of hands wrap around your forearm, forcibly pulling you behind the small door that stood at the end of the corridor.

Instinctively, your hands balled into fists, and you threw them blindly in the direction of your assailant. You hoped that you’d at least land one successful hit, and it would give you enough time to break out of their hold and flee.

“Y/N, relax! It’s just me!”

Your hysterical flailing ceased, and you opened your eyes hesitantly at the sound of your attacker’s familiar voice. “Eren?”

Frantic pupils fell upon a pair of mischievous jade eyes, and your terror-stricken expression contorted into an angry scowl as you drove the palms of your hands into his chest, sending him careening back into the metal shelf behind him. “You asshole! What is wrong with you?”

Eren’s quick reflexes allowed him to catch himself and the rack before both were sent tumbling to the floor. “Ow,” he grumbled, rubbing away the soreness spreading over the skin of his arm from your knuckles’ potent impact. “You’ve got a brutal left hook.”

“Yeah? You wanna see my right one?” Your right hand tightened as if you were projecting another throw, but Eren’s outstretched arm maintained a safe amount of space between you two. “What the hell are you doing in here?”

Eren’s tightly-wound eyebrows began to arch as his distressed face eased into a buoyant grin. “I wanted to see you. I missed you.”

You blinked. “Were you the one that pulled the fire alarm?”

“No, I didn’t pull the fucking fire alarm,” he replied sourly, evidently offended that you’d suggest he’d do something so juvenile. “I just got lucky.”

Your curled lip relaxed, and your irritation waned into a resigned stare. You desperately wanted to trust Eren’s saccharine words, and it didn’t take much effort to believe him while you were faced with his stupidly winsome expression. His smile was warm, eyes glossing over with adoration like he was truly expressing what he felt, and it wasn’t just empty flattery, yet you’d been more perceptive than to just take his intentions for what they were. Rather, you’d been smart enough to learn from last time.

He’d said something along the same lines, after you two had hooked up in his car after his lacrosse game. He was feeling mirthful after winning and wanted to celebrate with you, but on the cusp of his orgasm, he’d let the “love” phrase slip, and when you’d asked him about it afterward, Eren mulled over it for a second before nodding, admitting that he had feelings for you.

His confession had been somewhat of a relief, and you’d expected him to end things with his girlfriend shortly after he’d realized what he really wanted, but the following day in the courtyard, you were stunned to see Eren sitting with her and the rest of his friends, showering her with kisses like nothing had taken place the night before.

You swore you’d learned your lesson.

“Are these new? Can I see them?” Eren’s fingers gently wrapped around the frame of your glasses, pulling them from your face, and he slid them onto his ears, adjusting their position on his nose. “How do I look?”

“I can’t see, Eren,” you answered simply.

Eren laughed bashfully. “Right, I think they look better on you instead.” He slid your glasses off and tucked them back behind your ears.

Your lenses restored your lucid vision, and now that you could properly see, you noticed the way Eren’s lips were parted, lids low and languid as his face lingered only inches from yours. He’d used your glasses as leverage to get closer to you, a crafty technique, and now that he was close enough, he could whisper.

“You know what else looks better on you?” The corner of his mouth quirked upwards into his cheek, and he closed the space between you two, fixing his lips onto yours while his thumb and index finger supported the curve of your chin. His kiss was slow, mouth undulating with the most tender of movements, and when he carefully slid his tongue between your teeth you could taste the vague chill of spearmint on his breath. He proceeded timidly, as though he was touching you for the first time, but that was the very detail of your couplings that always had you running back. He handled you like he cared.  

The tip of Eren’s nose skimmed against yours, ever so slightly, while he continued prompting his tongue further into the depths of your mouth, eager to have you savor his desire.

Your body was traitorous and unmoving, allowing Eren to command you with his lips, and for a few blissful minutes, you forgot the two of you were crammed into the unyielding space of a storage room.

Eren withdrew from your mouth, and tilted his head to the side so he could occupy the empty curve of your neck, and once you felt him press mild kisses to the hollow of your throat, you freed a displeased sigh and sent him backwards with an assertive push.

“Seriously? In the supply closet?”

“We’ve got like fifteen minutes before everyone comes back.” He reassured you, shrugging dismissively before tipping his head in for another kiss.

You shifted backward, studying Eren as he continued to lean in until his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Wondering why he wasn’t receiving any contact, his eyes flitted open.

“You still haven’t broken up with her have you?” You pressed your lips into an unamused line.

Your question had Eren angling until he was standing upright, and then he rolled his head back and released a groan as though already tired from your question. “Y/N, come on. I don’t feel like having this conversation.”

“Have you?” you probed.

“No, I haven’t. It’s not that easy.”

“It really is.”

Eren drew his eyebrows up, now in regret. “We’ve been together since freshman year. Do you know how big of a douchebag it makes me look if I break up with her two months before graduation?”

You scoffed, folding your arms across your chest. “Do you know how big of a douchebag you look fucking me behind her back?”

Eren’s eyes drifted to the side.

“Or are you just embarrassed to be seen with me?” you questioned, canting your body into his view.

“Okay, you sound ridiculous,” Eren laughed dryly.

“Because I’m not a cheerleader or an athlete, and I have about one other friend. You don’t want everyone to know you’re fucking the girl that spends lunch in the library.”

“What kind of cliche movie do you think we’re in right now?”

“It’s just something I’d expect from someone who peaked in high school.” Your words were sharp on the tip of your tongue, and you could tell by the way Eren recoiled that your statement managed to penetrate his seemingly careless guise.

“I’ll handle it okay?” Eren’s hand slid over the back of his neck, looking blameworthy of all the faults you’d accused him of. “But right now I really need help handling something else.”

Your eyes narrowed in his direction after realizing he’d managed to do it again, forcing you into forgiveness with his charming abashed impression. He’d taken advantage of how spineless you were when it came to matters concerning him.

“Please?” he urged.

It was his thick brown brows that were creased in the middle and opalescent green eyes that stared you down that made him look so sincere. He was easily one of the most spellbinding people you’d ever met, attractive and likable, he knew exactly what cards to play to get his way, and even though you were aware of it, you always found yourself wrapped around his finger. A pretty face and a sweet tongue was a recipe written up by the devil himself.

You lowered yourself onto your knees, leveled with Eren’s hands working swiftly against the buttons of his slacks. “I’m done doing this, Yeager,” you announced wryly.

“I know,” Eren said, as though guaranteeing you it would be the last time.

He pushed his pants down along with his briefs in one swift motion, freeing his cock from the tight cotton confines of his underwear. His length was already rigid, the sticky beads of precum leaking out of his swollen head the result of your stalling. He’d already provoked himself by thinking of all the ways he wanted to have you, you didn’t have to do anything more to get him hard.

A relieved exhale left Eren’s lips once he grabbed the base of his cock in the sweaty heat of his palm, tapping his wet tip against your bottom lip, then he pulled the hem of his shirt up slightly, allowing you enough clearance to take him into your mouth.

You wrapped a ginger hand around his length, feeling the way his warmth throbbed in your fingers, and you leaned in, using your tongue to lap along the rim of his cock.

“Fuck—” Eren’s voice was husky as it ripped through the depths of his throat. He watched you with heavy lids, observing the way your tongue’s tip danced around his swollen head, giving coy licks to his slit, and the way his cock twitched with need at the slightest provocation. “Jesus Christ—”

You gave him a few generous pumps before taking him whole, humming at the way his girth felt against the inside of your cheeks. The skin of his length ran like hot silk over your tongue as you fell into a natural rhythm, and your lips and hand rocked back and forth against him.

Eren’s face broke out into a dirty grin. “You’re such a little slut for my cock, aren’t you?”

You glared up at him over the edge of your glasses.

“Sorry,” he responded meekly, fingers brushing away the strands of hair that fell loosely against his forehead.

You continued working against him, excited by the honeyed melody of his moans every time your fingertips ran over the sensitive skin of his balls. Eren’s cock pulsated against the surface of your tongue with each small ministration, and you watched the muscles across his abdomen tense.

“I know you hate me,” he started. “But you have no idea how hot you look on your knees right now. Keep glaring at me like that, and I’m gonna cum in your mouth.”

The mention of Eren’s warning had a torrent of heat surging between your legs, and you fought off the urge to dip your fingers beneath your skirt and begin rubbing away your discomfort. You didn’t want him to know you were enjoying this almost as much as he was.

Your heavy yet stifled breathing caused your glasses to fog lightly, so you sat back on your knees, withdrawing your mouth from him briefly to catch your breath. You lifted a thumb to wipe away at the saliva that dribbled down your chin, but Eren’s fast fingers stopped you, holding your wrist away from your face.

“Don’t,” he breathed. “You look pretty like that.”

You ran the back of your hand across your cheeks, as though you were trying to rub off the furious heat that crept across your skin and over your nose. “Shut up.”

Eren only responded with an amused smile.

Then when you brought him back to your lips for the last time, his hands settled on the crown of your head, and he pushed his cock back in until his tip relentlessly prodded the back of your throat. Holding your head in place, he began jerking his hips, fucking your mouth at an agonizingly slow pace that had heavy tears cascading down your cheeks.

Every time his cock slowly and deliberately pressed against the back of your throat, you gagged involuntarily, fingertips digging into the side of his thighs.

“Feel how hard I am?” Eren asked. “You did that.” He rocked his pelvis forward again, muffling your whines.

“Yeah? You like it when I fuck your pretty little face, don’t you?” He thrusted himself between your jaws, throwing his head back and liberating a series of foul swears. “I really need to feel you.”

With the declaration of his wish, he pulled his cock out of your mouth, inhaling sharply at the obscene sight of his length coated and dripping with your spit.

After your dry heaving subsided, Eren helped you up with a gentle hand, running his palm between your shoulder blades to soothe your coughing. He made sure you were steady before cuing you to turn so that your back was facing him, then he watched as your shaky hands slid underneath your skirt and fingers hooked around the fabric of your underwear.

“Pull out this time, Eren. I mean it,” you rasped, cautioning him ahead of time. You stepped out of your underwear and used the toe of your shoe to cast it aside.

Eren’s hands reached under your hem, large palms gliding over the curve of your ass. “The odds of you getting pregnant are like one in what?” He flipped up your skirt and continued teasing the skin of your backside. “Plus I always cover you for the pill, don’t I?”

“I don’t care, cum in me and you’re dead.” Your fingers gripped the edge of the metal shelf, and you slid your arm around Eren’s shoulder while he placed one hand on your waist for support and curved the other under your thigh. Then, he brought your knee up to his chest until all of your weight was allocated onto one leg.

Eren held his cock with his fingertips and slid himself between your folds from behind. You let out a soft, unanticipated whimper, but quickly brought your teeth down on the flesh of your tongue to smother any more sounds of pleasure. You didn’t even bother looking over your shoulder at Eren’s satisfied smirk, you could tell by the way his hand squeezed your thigh that he had noticed it.

Eren positioned himself at your entrance, skimming his wet tip over your hole before sliding himself inside you. His cock slipped in with ease, your saliva acting as a crude lubricant.

“Oh fuck—” His breath was hot over the span of your neck.

“Eren—” you sighed, forgetting all your pretenses. You closed your eyes, enjoying the way he stretched you out, and then he started moving causing a pattern of shallow cries and moans to fall from your lips.

“Fuck Y/N, you drive me fucking crazy,” Eren groaned, thrusting up into you, slowly and rhyhmically, steadily filling you to the hilt every time, while his hand traveled beneath your ribcage to cup your breast over the crisp fabric of your uniform. “She doesn’t take me as well as you do.”

You shook your head, making weak sounds of protest between delicate whines. “I don’t wanna hear that, Eren—”

“But it’s true.” Eren moved quickly between your legs, hissing every time your slick walls tightened around his aching cock. With each punctuated thrust, you continued to lose yourself, until your need unfurled and Eren had you under siege. His methodical pace sent you into a flurry of moans, and you cried his name over and over.

His even strokes began to stagger, and his breathing became rapid and shallow, chaotic pants of hot air rolling out over the span of your shoulder.

“I’m gonna cum—” He continued pounding into you, faster now, harder, keen on drawing out his orgasm, and then Eren gave one last thrust, so deep it had you shutting your eyes and pursing your lips to keep from screaming. Then he shuddered, his body convulsing with the bout of his orgasm, and you felt him release inside of you, thick, hot ropes of cum flooding your pussy with every twitch of his cock.

“Y/N—” he moaned, resting his chin in the curve of your shoulder while he continued to jettison every drop of his release until he was sure he was empty.

Your hands tightened around his shoulder, as the ripple from Eren’s climax had your cunt tightening around his length, and ecstasy spread over the span of your pelvis and down your thighs. Once he grew limp, he slipped himself out of you, and you felt a slow stream of his cum run down the inside of your thigh.

“I said not to cum in me you fucking idiot.” Your legs were sweaty, making it easier for you to twist yourself out of Eren’s hold until you were now standing upright, both legs planted unsteadily on the ground.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it.” Eren wrapped his arms around you apologetically, but you shrugged him off, using your elbow to drive him back.

Your eyes scanned the closet with haste, looking for tissue paper you could steal to clean up the mess between your thighs, and Eren must have sensed your aim because he made use of his height, seizing a large roll from the top shelf and unwrapping it before handing it to you.

You grabbed it out of his hands, waiving a statement of gratitude, and ripped away a few plies, crumpling them up into a generous wad. “You owe me eighty dollars.”

Eren’s eyebrows lifted and his face twisted into an incredulous expression while he stuffed himself back into his pants and buttoned them up. “Are you running a prostitution ring?”

“I’m serious. Fifty for the pill and thirty just for dealing with you.” You straightened out your uniform, and watched as Eren did the same, tugging on his collar to smooth out the creases.

“You’re a mean little bitch,” he jeered with a slight playful undertone, and then he looked off to the side in concentration. He turned around, pressing his ear to the door of the supply closet, and then he looked back at you. “I think they’re coming back.”

You hummed.

“I’ll walk out first.”

“Right,” you said unenthusiastically, recalling that no matter how many praises he lavished you with in private, in public you were still his dirty little secret. He vowed to you that he would end his current relationship because it was clear you were growing tired of being his toy, good enough for him to fuck but undeserving of anything else. And after all was said and done, when you two passed each other in the halls, he’d still glance at you with the cordiality of a stranger.

Eren had promised to handle it, yet it was obvious he had no intentions to, and you knew that while you watched him give you a fond smile before slipping out of the supply closet.

[enhalovebot]

moonlight ੈ☪⋆｡

➻ yang jungwon x reader (gender neutral)

➻ fluff

➸ ˗ˏ ➶ [☁️]. ✧ ˚

⤷ over the course of your relationship, you never thought you’d love the nicknames that came with it. no matter how cheesy they can get.

Never would you have thought that you’d end up with Jungwon. The boy was so reserved and quiet when you first met him that you didn’t notice just how cheeky and playful he could be. At first, it wasn’t noticeable at all, but after some time, it gradually became very apparent. It started with something simple.

Bubs. 

It was a lazy afternoon, and the rest of the boys were out, claiming you both deserved some quality time. Either that was the reason, or maybe Jungwon might have shoved all of them out the door. We will never know. But you’re just happy to spend time with your boyfriend.  

“Hey, bubs? Can I lie down there?” Jungwon pointed at your lap. He didn’t notice the nickname. It just slipped out. But judging by your reaction, he may use it a couple of times until you're ready to blow up from the heat flowing in your cheeks. 

“Yeah, s-sure.” You adjusted from your previous position, allowing him to lie his head on your lap. The moment his soft hair made contact with your pajamas, you knew you were doomed. Jungwon made himself comfortable on your pajama-clad thighs, enjoying the feeling of being loved as he is. 

“We should do this more often, bubs.” There it was again. It was a simple nickname, yet it brings so many emotions you can’t control. “I agree,” you replied as you carded your fingers through his soft hair.

Babe. 

It has been a while since you’ve seen Jungwon since both of you have different schedules, and finding time together is starting to get a little bit difficult. And now, for the first time in months, you finally found the time to visit the boys. 

“y/n’s here! Make way losers!” Ni-ki excitedly pushed the door open to let you inside. Sunoo pulled you in by the arms in an attempt to hug you but was quickly interrupted by Jungwon, who whisked you away from the other boy’s arms. And the next thing you knew was the smell of familiar cologne. 

His cologne. 

“That’s not fair. You always hog y/n all to yourself when they visit.” Jake called Jungwon out from the couch, while the others only smirked in return. It was obvious the boy missed you. He missed you so much that he didn’t mind the countless teases thrown at him. 

Whatever, Jungwon thought. He’ll deal with them later. 

“I missed you so much, babe.”

There folks, is an arrow straight to the heart.

Darling.

You stood on the pavement waiting for Jungwon to meet you at the bus stop. He initially planned out a date, but it seems like he’s running late. Tirelessly, you sat down on the metal seats, moving your feet back and forth. Sounds of vehicles passing by kept you occupied as you waited for him. 

You were expecting to wait for another ten minutes for Jungwon. However, sounds of aggressive panting came your way, followed by frantic footsteps. You glanced up to search for the source of the noise, and lo and behold, there he was. His hair was a mess, strands all over the place. His navy blue sweatshirt was ruffled and disheveled. And his shoelaces came loose by his furious running. And to top it all of, his flushed face matched his flustered state.

“I’m here, present.” Jungwon bent down, putting his hands on his knees, taking in massive inhales as he caught his breath. 

“What happened to you?” You patted his back. 

“Just took care of something.The guys were chasing me, kept asking me where I was going on a Saturday.” Jungwon met eyes with you, lifting his hand to caress your cheek.

“Glad to see you made it out alive.”

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world, darling.” He slyly wrapped his strong arms around your waist as he emphasized the word ‘this.’ “Let’s get going, yeah?”

Cheeks. 

“Hey, y/n?” Jungwon’s booming voice resonated from your doorway, feet planted on the floor in a stiff stance. You hummed, not looking up from your laptop. “Hmm?”

“Can you do the thing?” Jungwon drags his feet on the ground, shoulders slumped. “Do what?” Your eyes connected with his. There was a pregnant pause in the air as he carefully chose his following words.

Jungwon fiddled with his shirt, wringing the material in nervousness. He didn’t know what’s happening to him. His heart was going crazy. “You know..” He shifts from his weight on his heel. “Can you do the thing?”

Your eyebrows arched in confusion before it finally clicked.

Oh. The thing. 

A smile slowly formed on your face as you stared at Jungwon, who was now sitting on your bed.  He leaned in, eyes sparkling in admiration. “There it is. There’s the thing.”

“You feel better now?” You raised a hand to brush away the strands from his eyes.

“Yeah. Thank you, cheeks.” He suddenly stood up, racing out the door. But he made sure to give your cheek an affectionate squish before exiting the room.

Honey. 

“Jungwon, have you seen my blan-” You paused, cutting yourself off as you saw Jungwon wrapped up in your favorite blanket on your bed. “Nevermind, I found it.”

Jungwon rolled on his side to face you with his face squished on the mattress. He looked adorable. “Sorry. It’s so soft I couldn’t help myself.” He paused and looked up at you in realization. Jungwon slowly raises the blanket, “Wanna share?” 

A chuckle left your lips, shaking your head at his cheekiness. Jungwon happily invited you in his warm embrace once you started getting comfortable in his arms. “This is nice,” you yawned. 

“Right? I could get used to this.” Jungwon hugged you even tighter.

Your breathing evened out as time passed by, and this didn’t go unnoticed by Jungwon. “Sleep well, honey.”

Buttercup.

You were laid down in the middle of the living room, bored out of your mind. “This is so boring.” You said, dragging out your words. 

Jungwon, who was sitting down on the sofa, judged you in your current state, his eyes full of judgment as he looked you up and down. He didn’t mean to do it, he just loves seeing you react with just his eyes. 

“Stop looking at me like that.” You snapped at him.

“Like what?” He grabbed the remote, switching to different channels as he did so, searching for something good to watch. Jungwon doesn’t meet your eyes, though he feels like burning from your gaze.

“Look at me, Won,” you sat up, arms folded over your chest. 

Jungwon mindlessly allowed his eyes to meet yours. “What?”

“See? Stop looking at me like that.” You pointed out the way his eyes stared at you with so much judgment.   

Jungwon laughed upon seeing how you reacted to his staring. “You’re cute, buttercup.”

Angel. 

Sounds of sheets shuffling emitted from your phone speakers, “Why aren’t you asleep yet, angel?” Jungwon placed his phone on his bedside to see your face better. 

You released an exasperated sigh, “I got a lot of work to do.”

“You can continue doing it tomorrow. You need your rest.” Jungwon insisted on the other side of the screen. 

“But I can finish it tonight if I stay up a little longer,” you took a glance at your screen to see, Jungwon already looking at you with a stern gaze. 

“Go to sleep, angel. It’s past two am already.” He reasoned with you once more. 

You bit your lip as you contemplated the consequences. If you get to sleep now, then maybe you’ll have more time to do your task. Then, on the other hand, if you don’t go to sleep now, you’ll have to face headaches the next morning. And for sure, you also have to face the never-ending speech Jungwon prepared for you.

“Fine, I’ll go to sleep.” You settled your things away, cleaning your desk of the mess you created. 

“Goodnight, angel.”

“Goodnight, Won.”

Love.

“Don’t come near me!”

“Love, you’re being a dramatic mess right now. It's just a cold.” Jungwon placed his hands on his hips as he stared you down from six feet away.

“You’re gonna get sick if you come any closer.” You dramatically swatted your arms in the air. 

Jungwon howled in laughter, shaking his head in feigned disappointment. He loves you so much, honestly. 

“Nothing will happen to me, love. Put some faith in me.” Jungwon ignored your protests as he brought himself closer to you, not stopping until he was face to face with you. 

Heat came rushing to your cheeks when you noticed him come closer to you. So, you lifted the sheet up to your face, hiding from the boy in front of you. 

A teasing chuckle slipped from his lips. Jungwon slightly tilted his head to the side. “Hm? Why are you hiding from me?” His hand came up to gently tug the soft material off from your face. 

You mustered a weak reply to save yourself from embarrassment. “No... I’m sick.” Your voice muffled under the blanket.

“Don’t get all shy with me now.” Jungwon grinned at your actions. All he got in reply was a slight nudge, indicating you said ‘no.’

Feeling his lips on yours left you speechless because it wasn’t really a kiss. But it had the same impact. The things Jungwon does to you.

Again, he shakes his head while giggling like a fool. Jungwon tipped his forehead on yours, pressing a soft kiss on your lips, which was covered by the sheet. “Get better soon, love.”

Starlight.

Music blared from the studio, booming like there was no tomorrow. Noises of shoes squeaking against the floorboard kept you going. But mostly, it was because of the boy dancing in the middle of the room. He had a smile painted on his lips, his eyes full of love, and his hands were reaching out to you.

“Come dance with me!” Jungwon ran to you, his hands holding yours as he spun you around. 

You laughed at his antics. There was no other place you'd want to be. Being here with him was enough. Maybe more than enough. The both of you continued jumping around the room, not counting it as dancing anymore.

The song soon goes somewhat quiet, building up to the beat drop. Jungwon drew closer to you, preparing for the right time for the bass to drop. You stared back at him, confused as to why he also went quiet.

“Baby, you’re my starlight,” he perfectly timed his actions to the beat. And as the beat drops, Jungwon tugs you closer, giving you a light peck on the nose. Then, the sudden urge to get him flustered washed over you. “I think you missed,” you pointed to your lips.

Jungwon chuckles at this, but nonetheless, he still pulled you in for another kiss. This time on the lips.

Moonlight.

It was late. 

Like, really late. But that didn’t stop Jungwon from dragging you out to the night. “Isn’t this fun?” Jungwon spoke with a mouthful of noodles in his mouth, making his cheeks look even more adorable than it was before.

“Chew your food, love,” you patted the stains away from his cheeks. Jungwon’s heart almost leaps out of his chest from how beautiful you looked under the convenience store lights. Simple is a word he associated with you. He loves the simplicity looming around you, reminding him that he is human too.

Both of you were in some 24-hour convenience store, spending your extremely early morning together. “Want some?” You pushed a plate of sandwiches. Jungwon shook his head, instead, he picked up a napkin and proceeded to dab away at the stain you didn’t notice you had. 

“You got a little something…” Jungwon’s voice faded into a soft whisper as he concentrated on wiping away the mess on your chin.

“And... Done!” He threw the tissue, shooting it straight in the bin. You continued to stare at him while Jungwon went back to eating his meal. He didn’t notice you until he peered back at you from the corner of his eye.

“What?” Jungwon asked, unknowingly tilting his head a bit to the side. 

You shrugged, “Nothing.”

“What is it?” Jungwon scooted his chair closer to yours.

“I’m just glad I met you.” You couldn’t meet his eyes. So, you fixed your gaze on the table in front of you while you fidgeted with your long sleeves.

There was a profound silence.  

“I’m glad I met you too, moonlight.” 

You almost flinched at his voice, seeming that it was so quiet before he spoke up. But something felt new.

“Moonlight?” You questioned. 

Jungwon nodded, “You make me want to give you my heart, y/n.” 

“Well then, you’re my moonlight, too.” Your hand traced the dimples slowly revealing themselves as Jungwon smiles at you like you’re the only person in the world. 

They call me moonlight, too. Jungwon smiled at the thought. 

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[theflashdriver]

Tryst

Blaze’s eyes were quick to adjust to the dark, that was just part of being a cat. Despite her capacity to literally conjure glowing flames, the princess’ didn’t often see fit to light the night herself and had not uncommonly caught herself sat in the dark. Perhaps that was due to her upbringing, her embarrassment and fear of her own power, or maybe simply her wish to go unnoticed. Whatever the reason, the feline talent she held and had honed was presently being wasted, staring up at the canopy of her four-poster bed.

Sleep hadn’t come easily as of late, for a handful of reasons. Her royal responsibilities had redoubled as of late, partially being a result of her age. There had always been a burden upon her shoulders, she was her kingdom’s sole monarch and guardian after all, but the arrival of adulthood had heralded some changes. Her appearance had always been important, there was a need for her to be polite and proper, but that last term had recently been redefined to limit her actions further. Meetings were now dragging longer, her opinions and expertise being called upon for more specific issues, and standards were rising.

Blaze could handle those changes being pressed onto her, she’d anticipated and prepared for them years in advance, but their impact on a certain someone else was eating at her. Someone with enough of a weight on their shoulders already; someone who refused to leave the feline’s thoughts and marred all her senses. This room was so dark, her bed felt so empty, and she felt so cold. Was it any wonder that sleep wasn’t claiming her?

Bundling the duvet against herself, Blaze rolled to her right in search of comfort. Instead, her eyes landed on a bedside cabinet, soon flickering up to view a clock that had been haphazardly constructed by a young raccoon. Almost three in the morning, she’d seen that hour frequently as of recent days... even if she’d not dared to mention that truth to others. It wasn’t as though she’d had a permanent bedfellow before recently, and even when he was more present she’d weathered periods of his absence, but this was different. She’d scarcely even-

A noise quirked Blaze’s ear, quiet but only a few feet away. Pulling the covers with her, the feline rolled to the other side of her bed and threw a stare toward her balcony window. The drawn curtains gave away no secrets, no evidence of what she’d heard, so it only took her a moment of pondering to decide her tired mind way paying tricks on here.

But then the noise sounded again, a now ever so slightly louder knock at her balcony window, less brazen than it had once been. Her blood ran a mixture of both boiling and icy, a combination of excitement as her imagination rushed to recognise the noise and panic over that very source’s presence. She jumped out of bed but hesitated at the curtains, her fingers lingering on the fabric.

She could still ignore him; he wouldn’t know she was asleep and would surely leave soon enough. That was, assuming the hedgehog was actually stood outside her window. There was a chance some wayward wind had induced the sound, that or perhaps someone else had arrived. The latter option seemed unlikely but stranger things had hap-

A third set of knocks at the window forced her hand, Blaze quickly drew back the curtains. She’d expected a cyan glow to catch her eyes, to lead her toward the rest of his frame, but no such aura was present. Instead, her eyes adjusted, Blaze first found the smiling face and bright yellow eyes of one Silver the hedgehog. His body though, somehow, was more lost to the black of night. That was, with the exception of his chest fur, somehow pushing though.

The door was unlatched but she stood in the way, not permitting his entry.

“Silver, what are you doing,” She half whispered, glancing past him and to the dark royal gardens bellow. It was a cloudy night, no starlight guided her search, “You’re not supposed to be here.”

“I know, that’s why I haven’t been here, but,” He stepped closer, a tense expression on his face but determination in those eyes, “I have a plan.”

“You’re so naïve,” She fussed, weighing her options one last time, “Did anyone see you?”

He shook his head, “No. Blaze, I’ve been-

Before he could blab another word, the princess pulled him from the dark of night and into the darkness of her room. The door was quickly shut and the curtains were pulled closed, albeit after another haphazardly thrown glance out into the night. Once all was settled, and they were secure, she leant back against what she’d shut and closed her eyes tight.

This event, which had once been commonplace, had been the subject of wistful imagination for upward of two months now. If she’d seen enough rest to have dreamed it, the cat would most certainly have spent the nights with him in some capacity. Granted, it wasn’t as though he’d been absent that whole time. She’s seen him sure, they’d met and spoke, but privacy had been such a scarcity as of late.

A hand arrived on her shoulder; her eyes flickered open. To see his smile, so bright and close made her heart ache. No matter how strong his psychokinesis grew, those eyes would always pull her in faster. Though she wouldn’t dare act on the want, the princess longed to use her favourite pillow and finally claim some much needed rest.

“You’re so naive,” There was so much she wanted to say, but she held her tongue. Instead, she incredulously asked, “What on earth are you wearing?”

Now out of the dark of night, with the curtains pulled shut but no psychic glow to be found, Blaze lit the tips of her fingers and held them between their frames. She knew whatever his garb was had to be thick, a material significant enough to blot out his psychic light, but she couldn’t have foreseen this. From toe to neck, with the small exception of his fingertips, the hedgehog was entirely wrapped in black.

She wanted to think of it as a racing onesie, the sort she had once wore when operating an extreme gear hoverboard, but that definition felt inaccurate. His outfit was made from a black, faux-leather, material, save for a few blue accents sparingly spread across his frame. The way it clung to his body, the opening for his chest fur and even how it caught the firelight brought only one conclusion to mind. Someway, somehow, Silver the hedgehog had got his hands on a catsuit.

“I thought it looked stealthy,” He responded, glancing down at himself, “Dark as the night, you know? And it covers my symbols, fit right over my boots too. It’s just a shame the zipper won’t fit over my chest fur…”

The flames from her fingertips surged brighter as she tutted, “Where did you even find that?”

“In the other world, I didn’t want to risk someone putting two and two together if I bought something like it here,” He earnestly answered.

Unable to stand the sight of him at the moment, but unwilling to leave him in the dark, Blaze rolled her eyes to look away, “So you at least had one thought before you came here. What if you’d been seen?”

Suddenly, his other hand found her shoulder and she felt him pull closer, “I just couldn’t stop thinking about you being stuck here. I’ve been planning this for over a month. I’ve had lots of thoughts about what to do. I knew I wouldn’t be seen tonight,” Even still, she couldn’t look at him, “I’ve been scoping out places for weeks, seeing when people weren’t around and waiting for the conditions to be right. Tonight’s the perfect night!”

Hearing him grow louder, not even having to look, she reached across with her unlit hand and pressed a forefinger on his lips, “The perfect night for what?”

“I wanted to be alone with you again,” He wholeheartedly stated, despite her quietening effort.

To call his word choice embarrassing was such an understatement, but Blaze understood his want all too well. They’d been separated by such a silly cause, raw and unfettered gossip. When he had first visited her world, the psychic had turned heads and drew a lot of attention but ultimately the scandal had only manifested in whispers and stares, things she could handle. As they’d grown older though, as they’d grown even closer, she’d been unable to ignore the swell forming.

It’d started with a photograph, taken by a reporter who had snuck into the royal gardens, of him floating just beyond the fence of her balcony as they spoke. Once that single image became public, and the citizens became aware of quite how much time the grey hedgehog was spending around the princess, the eyes on them redoubled. Even the way he’d so often entered the palace, through the balcony window, had caused so many comments and questions; both in the press and even spread into royal meetings.

When he’d last left for the future they’d made an agreement, for the short term at least. To reduce the stress and worry surrounding the whole situation, Silver was no long allowed on the palace grounds. They would still meet but only in public places, where no theories could be hatched, or during their time in the other dimension. This change though had come simultaneously to the other pressures on Blaze, pressures that meant just leaving to meet with him was far less of a tenable solution.

The things they’d said, all the news had hypothesised, that wasn’t making this situation any easier. She’d had inklings before of deeper feelings, of where their relationship might go, of course she had… but seeing it plastered on tabloids and being asked so bluntly in polite company? She’d had to deny and disavow so many things to save face, so many feelings not far removed from her own. She was used to putting up emotional barriers, but-

“I thought, maybe, we could go to the beach?” He asked, a far more innocent sounding request to follow what came before, “It’s been getting quitter out there because of Winter. There’s usually no one out there by sunset now, it was totally empty when I walked it to reach you.”

A detail stood out to her, it granted an opportunity to flee to less embarrassing thoughts, “How did you reach me by rounding the beach?”

“I moved above the clouds. I wanted to get further from town before flying, to make sure that no one saw me,” She dared glance back, his gaze was still intense, “Tonight’s perfect because it’s so cloudy, but Marine promised it’s not forecast to rain. That means I can transport us above the clouds, we’ll be better hidden while we walk, and we don’t need to worry about the weather,” He moved a hand from her shoulders, placing it on his chest fur “And this outfit means I won’t glow, we won’t be so obvious.”

“You say that, but you’ve not disguised your most revealing trait,” When befuddlement crossed his face, she pointed up to his quills.

“Ah,” He seemed to realise, “W-Well, we can sort that right now? Before we had out?”

She hesitated again, but Blaze couldn’t look away from him. Did they not deserve these moments, these times to just be together? Of course they did, but what they deserved didn’t matter. What mattered was if they could afford it, if the benefits could be had without any risk.

“We’ll need to be back before sunrise,” The words fell from her lips before she could stop them, so she added another caveat, “And I have meetings this morning, so we really can’t stay out too long.”

“I’ll take any time I can with you, Blaze,” He stepped close again, she felt warmth beneath his fingertips, “If you’re okay with it, then I am too.”

“Sit down on the bed, I’ll get a brush,” The pyrokinetic commanded, stepping past him, “We need to be quick, otherwise there’ll be no night to spend. I need to eliminate all of the risk.”

She made her way to the light switch, flicking it on and briefly half blinding herself. Seeing him and that outfit in the full light, sat at the foot of her bed, was just bewildering. The worst part was that it sort of suited him? He looked so casual in it, so unphased, as if he’d wear it to literally any occasion. Blaze wanted to tell herself that it was just because black went well with white, but her gaze now latching at his chest fur told another story.

“Couldn’t you just have found a cloak or…” She turned away again, heading for her desk to pick up a hairbrush before realising, relative to his quills, it was just too tiny, “Literally anything else?”

“Oh, I almost forgot, the cloak is for you,” His complete misinterpretation of her words immediately magnetized her stare back to him.

In her panic, she hadn’t even noticed. Wrapped around the hedgehog’s right arm was a band of green material. With a swift movement he unfurled and whipped it out to reveal a massive, hooded, green cloak which clasped at the neck. Signs of sewing lined its hem and hood, suggesting it had seen some share of trouble.

“I figured you’d need a disguise too, but I wasn’t sure what you’d like,” Did that suggest he’d picked out his outfit because he liked it? “This looked like the sort of thing you’d wear when we first met though, and I figured it was different enough from your long coat.”

Setting the brush down, she drew a scrunchie from her desk and made her way over. Almost ignoring the cloak, she rounded the hedgehog and buried her hands in his quills, pulling them back and to a point. Even just that sensation, the simply touching him so freely close, shot electricity up her fingertips and powered the butterflies in her gut. She sort of lost herself in the act for the moment, only realising how purely she was enjoying herself when the fluffy mass was finally bundled. In a single, swift, manoeuvre, she used the soft black band to secure his quills in place. Just like that, his silhouette had been fully changed.

“Come on, we don’t have time to waste,” She rounded him, finally claiming the cloak and throwing it around her shoulders.

“R-Right, right, yes. Okay!” He stumbled to his feet, heading for the balcony and reopening it.

Admittedly her combined attire was set to be more than a little nonsensical, but she didn’t want to waste another moment. After she’d stepped into a pair of hiking boots, tying them and doing the button on her cloak, it was done. From head to toe; black boots, mauve pyjama trousers, a white tank top and a worn green cloak. A worn green cloak that, as she pulled the hood up, Blaze realised lacked earholes or a hole for her tail. It also smelled, undeniably strongly, of him.

“This is yours, isn’t it?” She asked, turning off the light and closing the distance between them.

“Yeah, I used it in the last future I visited. It was sort of sandy, needed it to protect against the dust storms," He started to explain, before seeming to catch himself, “Is that okay?”

“It’s fine,” At least he’d stitched it back together after his efforts, “Let’s go, come on.”

He assumed a familiar pose, bending his knees and holding his arms out for her to step into; the left lower to hold her legs, the right ready to support her back. Blaze didn’t have the energy to hesitate, she brought her arm around his shoulders and let him slip his other arm behind her knee. Again, the touch of his exposed fingertips was just so warm, plying tightly at both the thick material covering her shoulder and reaching her soft pyjamas bottoms. Perhaps it was the result of his absence, she hadn’t dared to so much as hold his hand since that picture was taken.

She saw a slight cyan glow ebb from his form as the curtains reopened and the doors swung open. The night was cool, but the wind was gentle, in her surprise, she hadn’t noticed it. She heard the curtains swish behind them, followed by the door gently shutting. Then, the dark retook them.

He just stood there for a moment, their eyes locked as he turned to beam down at her. Without warning he leaned closer, directly into her hood, “I missed you.”

Blaze felt her ears graze the inside of her hood as they folded, her tail stiffened against the material pinned to her back. Those three words echoed in her heart and brought her muscles to tense, embarrassment fizzled across her skin like static cling on clothes. How was he so unphased? Why was she floundering while he was so cool, so calm and collected? Things were meant to be the other way around; he was the emotional one.

He sighed against her. His contact was magnetic. If only she had the strength to act. His lips were so undeniably close. Even when he finally pulled back, neither his smile nor her fuzziness faded.

She looked away the moment he pulled back, turning to the balcony’s balustrade, “We need to go, before we’re seen.”

It wasn’t likely that they would be caught here again, the journalist who had snuck into the royal gardens to take the photo had been lambasted by their peers, but Blaze needed an excuse to chastise the hedgehog. This was still dangerous, regardless of how far ahead he’d planned, and she was foolish for going along with it. All it took was the wrong person recognising, a single busybody on a morning run, to-

“Alright, I’m going to get us above the clouds,” He informed her, as if waiting for permission, “Hold on.”

Psychic magic again wrapped around him, removing gravity’s burden from his form. With a single bound he landed atop the wall that edged her balcony. She felt herself shift in the hedgehog’s grasp as his knees bent again, in preparation to fully soar.

This second jump wasn’t quite as smooth. Based on the speed they shot upwards, he truly was doing all he could to avoid being seen; this was the type of acceleration he only used in combat, when faced with an insurmountable foe. She shut her eyes tight, feeling the air resistance flap her cloak and push into its hood. Moisture soon met her senses, a sensation of dampness rather than wet, the touch of clouds they were passing through.

Then, as quickly as the combination of feelings and forces vanished, they went from rocketing to coasting. Her eyes flickered open, first of course being drawn to the glowing psychic before quickly switching to look beyond him. Stars sprawled out above them, their scope stretched out endlessly in all directions and coloured the sky from its presumed black to a deep navy. The moon was almost non-existent, perhaps a few days from being entirely absent in the sky or having just been in that stealthy state. Truth be told, without him alongside her, she’d been paying less attention to the night sky as of late.

Blaze turned her attention back to him, thankfully catching him as he looked skyward rather than stared down at her. Despite his psychic protection, and her instated scrunchie, the wind was still blustering through his quills. However, it didn’t take long for her to notice the look on Silver’s face. Rather than his usual sparkling eyes and goofy grin, a much more analytical gaze had claimed his expression. She could see the cogs turning in his head, as if he was deep in thought, contrary to his usual reaction to reaching the stars. It took the cat a moment to process just what he was doing.

“Are you,” She felt foolish, making such idle conversation, “Navigating using the stars?”

“Oh, yeah,” The moment he looked down to her, he went from frowning into the middle distance to grinning so ludicrously, “The stars here are different from in my world, I don't know them as well, but I practiced using them in preparation for this. I wanted to make sure I knew where was safe to land.”

“You really have been planning this for a while,” Blaze mumbled, again prying her eyes away and looking to the sky.

“Of course,” The hedgehog immediately responded, “I said I missed you.”

She couldn’t manage a response to that, not even her usual tutting about him being naïve. The hedgehog had of course done a lot for her across her life, just as the feline had for him, but this really felt like something special. Not only had he schemed all this well ahead of time, waiting for the right time to act, but he’d learned a skill and adapted it to her world in the hopes that it would make the endeavour that little bit safer.

It was inevitable that her stare drifted back to him, now catching a bold smile on his lips. Evidently, he’d righted himself, deciding he knew where they were and the direction to travel, and was now he was back to the wistful stargazing hedgehog she’d come to accept as the norm. Perhaps it was because of how much time had passed since they’d last been like this, maybe it was just because they were older now, but something felt different about this whole position. Foolish thoughts fluttered into the princess mind. The contact from his fingertips still so bluntly rang at the forefront of her mind, she couldn’t keep her gaze on him for long.

Even if these feelings were born of them growing older, they made her feel so much more childish. The way her tail was rubbing beyond her legs, ruffling the edge of her cloak, and the sensation of her ears brushing against the material of the hood was just too much. Even with the bluster pushing against them, the scent of him was so ever present. He was inescapable. Well, of course it was, he was carrying her.

She felt heat flash across her muzzle, too many foolish thoughts were circulating.

“I think this is the spot. Are you holding on?” She heard his voice, but forced her eyes to stay forward, “To keep us as hidden as possible, this is going to be a little rougher than usual.”

“It’ll be fine, just do it,” She grumbled, feeling herself further warm as his hold tightened.

Blaze felt them slow to, the wind became natural for just a moment. Then, the light surrounding Silver suddenly flickered off. As the whistling of wind resumed, her cloak flapping and fur bristling, the sudden change took the princess by surprise. Instinctively her grip around his shoulders strengthened, she pushed her head to top his collarbone as she hung on even stronger.

He’d put them into free-fall and, quickly, Blaze understood why. Without his cyan light wrapped around them, their arrival on the beach would be entirely unobservable against the dark of night. If someone was staring out at the cloudy skies or simply glanced out their window, their slow and glowing descent to the ground would be spotted.

Just as quickly as surprise had gripped her though, cyan energy reignited across his form and their plummet was made to slow. That light revealed a bluff cliff that stood at the beaches’ end. Now that they’d passed behind it, there was no way they could be seen from the civilisation more inland. It was a tall rock-face, but it hadn’t given them a lot of space to slow down; she felt him buckle as they met the sand.

“And that’s us landed,” He simply commented, smile still in his tone, “Do you want to stay like this, or should I-

Very quickly, Blaze unlatched herself from the hedgehog and swung her legs free from his hold. It wasn’t a perfectly elegant manoeuvre, he hadn’t positioned himself to let her down, but the pyrokinetic managed and took a few steps away. The sound of the sea crashing against the shore filled her ears, the scent of salt was made to mingle with that of him hanging on her cloak.

Her eyes again pierced the dark, despite the reinstated cloud barrier keeping the stars and waxing moon away. They weren’t at the nicest part of the beach, instead he’d landed at a more secluded side where large rocks poked through the sand and driftwood debris littered the sand. In that way though, it was much more natural looking.

“The beach is ours,” He exclaimed, gesturing ahead, “We’re totally free,” Relief carried in his voice, but was soon replaced by excitement, “We can do whatever we want!”

The hedgehog ran a little ahead, spinning as he crossed the sands just a few feet from the water. Evidently though, his eyes hadn’t adjusted to the dark. He quickly tripped over a large chunk of driftwood, only just catching himself with his psychokinesis before he could go backside overhead into the sand. From that position though, hovering as he righted himself, a sign of his pure enjoyment became undeniable.

Seeing his tail wag, despite the tight material surrounding it, brought a crooked smile to her face, “You should still probably keep your voice down, that and be more careful. If you’re too loud or hurt yourself, all your stealth will be for nothing.”

He righted himself, turning back to her, “Okay, okay you’re right. But I do have a plan for that,” His eyes were glowing with excitement, “On the off chance that we do get caught, we’ll just say this is a tryst and it’ll be okay.”

“A tryst?” Blaze parroted, bewildered at what he’d just suggested.

“Yeah, a tryst,” He wholeheartedly repeated.

It was ludicrous, his whole line of thinking was nonsensical. His whole plan to avoid getting caught sneaking her out of the castle, to avoid romantic speculation, was to admit to sneaking her out the castle through the use of such a torrid term? For all his planning, he clearly hadn’t had time to check a dictionary. Who ever heard of a platonic tryst?

That thought, and perhaps her present location, branched into another. Did she want this tryst to be platonic? Blaze had heard that absence made the heart grow fonder, but now she knew that phrase was true. Her heart was pounding in her chest with an excitement it hadn’t felt in months. Perhaps it was the exhilaration of this newly stolen freedom, maybe it was just embarrassment, but she didn’t want it to stop. Regardless of what it was or what it led to.

Despite the determination behind those thoughts, and her recent warning about being heard, Blaze found herself laughing. She half buckled over, unable to even look at him, let alone explain ludicrousness of what he’d said. Her hands found her knees as she felt her face blush brighter.

“Where did you get that idea?” She managed to vocalise.

“The same place I got the idea for this whole meeting, a fairy-tale about a princess escaping her parents with the help of a stable hand. It sort of reminded me of us and our situation,” He’d started to snicker himself, unable to keep his emotions hidden while she laughed, “What’s so funny?”

“What do you think a tryst is, Silver?” Blaze dared to ask, ignoring his question.

“When someone helps someone else to escape a place they’d rather not be?” He answered, still grinning widely, “I think it also has something to do with overcoming a social barrier? The book made it seem that way at least.”

Blaze hesitated for a moment, almost coming to her senses. She still had the opportunity to explain this whole misunderstanding, to define the term to him and have him straighten up. It was probably what was wisest, after all, if they were caught it meant he wouldn’t doom them any further. As she stood up straight though, Blaze knew she couldn’t bring herself to do that. There was far too much enjoyment to be had.

“Fine,” She rolled her eyes but closed the distance between them, snatching up his hand and beginning to lead him across the beach, “Let’s make the most of this so-called tryst then. But remember, you’re the one who dubbed it that.”

“W-What?” He stammered, quickly catching up, “Okay, I guess? So long as you’re sure?”

“I’m positive,” She quickly replied, trying to ignore the sensation of her tail reaching for his waist but never arriving, “Did you have anything else planned, now that we’re here?”

“Not really, it seemed too late to have a meal and I didn’t want to risk us getting caught,” He confessed, “I thought we could just sort of walk and talk? Nothing too new or different. I just sort of wanted things to be normal, like they used to be.”

“I suppose that makes sense,” That sounded like the right thing to do. To be honest, being such a bundle of nerves, the cat wasn’t sure she could eat or handle any surprises. Small talk seemed much more appropriate, “Has staying with Marine been tough?”

“It’s been fine, she calmed down a bit after the second week,” He answered, “It’s not the same as staying at the palace but it’s comfortable enough. She keeps me company, I make sure she doesn’t get into trouble. It’ll work out.”

From there, a new thought sparked in Blaze’s mind, “Does she know about tonight?”

“Sort of?” He winced, “She knew I was up to something, kept asking about it. It was kind of hard to keep my plans to myself, especially when I asked to use the weather forecasting device she uses to plan her sailing. I think she probably knows what I was planning, but I did make sure she was asleep before I sneaked out."

“Well, let’s hope that’s the case,” Blaze hummed, gently shouldering him to sidestep around an overlarge rock.

“How have things been for you?” He asked, returning the gesture before realising what she was actually doing, “Are you okay?”

“I’m,” Again, Blaze felt her tail wriggle as if trying to reach for his waist, “You’re so naïve,” She tutted, catching herself before beginning a brief tirade, “Things are as they should be. The kingdom continues to prosper, there has been no sign of Eggman Nega nor any threats born of this reality or the other. People are more comfortable than ever, we’re finally in what seems to be a time of true peace.”

“Right,” She heard the hesitation in his voice, the sound of him processing her words, “But are you okay?”

A sigh slipped her lips, she thought for a moment how to answer truthfully.

She squeezed his hand but looked away, “I missed you too,” Again, Blaze felt his shoulder brush against hers as he leaned closer, “I’ve been okay, just tired. Lots of work and little rest, long meetings and lots of research. It’s what I anticipated but not what I’m used to.”

“Tired?” She felt his head tilt.

“Well,” If he really going to make her spell it out, then she’d use that opportunity to retake control, “I could hardly sleep without my favourite pillow, of course.”

It only took two paces for him to catch her drift, but he didn’t respond for a moment. She felt his grasp suddenly tighten, and noticed his gaze darting to and from her form a couple of times. Eventually though, after around five further steps in total silence, he halted in front of her and snatched up her free hand.

Even in the dark, Blaze could identify his flustered seriousness, “I-If you want, we could just stop here I guess? It’s not the best spot to lay down I know, but I’d stay up and fly you back when the sun comes-

A wiry smile again crossed her lips, but she shook her head and pushed to step forward, “Let’s save that for next time, you can find somewhere less sandy for us to lay.”

He didn’t let go, walking backwards so foolishly, “Next time?”

“I presumed this tryst wasn’t set to be a one-off,” She mused, now looking him dead in the eye and watching him shrink, “Was tonight really all you had in mind?”

“I didn’t really think that far ahead, I was focused on tonight,” He mumbled, releasing her hand and moving to again wander beside her before piping up, “B-But yes! I will I’ll find a good spot, I promise.”

“I’ll look forward to it,” She answered, again feeling her tail fidget, she was approaching embarrassment again, “But I suppose we should focus on what we have now. Tell me more about this fairytale, the one that inspired this tryst, as you’ve dubbed it.”

Her plot worked and he yammered on, explaining at length about this story that he’d somehow failed to recognise was romantic. He spoke of the pair's first meeting, how the stable hand and the princess had known each other since when they were children and that he’d ended up taking that job just so they could be closer, and yet they were still kept so separate by social class. To be honest, she could listen to him for hours, talking so earnestly and openly about something he deeply cared about. The actual subject of their talks barely even mattered to her, just being with him was more than she could have hoped for this evening.

They managed to make it good distance, just beyond the bluff’s far edge, before conversation began to dry. Admittedly there were other topics in the feline’s mind, worthy of broaching, but the serene peace she felt as they walked hand in hand was granting a comfort she didn’t want to break. That andmost of those topics were much too embarrassing to openly broach now, even if they were alone.

Eventually, the sight of a conch shell, large but partly buried in the sand, brought the cat to hesitate. With her hand still in his, their fingers interlocked, her stopping brought him to do the same as she reached down to retrieve it. To her surprise it was entirely intact, though its colours were lost to her in the dark.

“Oh, wow. It’s huge,” Silver commented, leaning in.

“You should probably take it. If a maid sees it in my room, they’ll know I’ll have snuck down here,” Blaze quickly insisted, at first looking for an excuse to gift it to him before realising what she’d said was true, “I’ve started to worry about their gossip too…”

Rather than taking the conch, Blaze felt his hands return to her shoulders, “Do you not feel safe?”

“Of course I’m safe, I just,” She fumbled mentally for the right words, “Lack privacy,” The absence of explanation sounded worse, she shoved the conch into his chest, “Look after it for me, until things have settled a little more.”

“I-I will, until things are better,” He promised, overly seriously, “But, whenever we can get together, I’ll bring it so you can see,” He further swore, before finally taking the conch but glancing skyward, “It’s just a shame it’ll always be in the dark, I’m sure it’s really colourful… firelight or a psychic glow, nice as they are, they’re not sunlight.”

“Well, it’s something to look forward to. For when we can be more casual again,” Blaze professed, turning to resume their walk only for him to hold still.

For a moment he hesitated, the sound of waves filled the void of their conversation.

“W-Well, what if you didn’t have to wait?” He posited, “I did have one more idea for tonight, but I’m worried it’s a little risky,” He confessed, allowing one of his hands to find his bound quills, “I know it’s cloudy now, but I could fix that, if you want? Just a little bit, just enough that we could see up to the stars from all the way down here.”

It took her a moment to understand just what he was suggesting, “We could just go back above the clouds,” She pointed out.

“We could, if you want to, we could,” He agreed, hand continuing to fiddle with his bound quills, “But, then we’d sort of lose what was we gained by coming here; the sand and the sea.”

“What exactly did you have in mind?” The cat pried.

“Um, well,” The hedgehog pointed to the sky and then to the sand, “We’d just sort of lie here and we could stargaze? Like we used to do all the time, back in the royal gardens. That way, you can get some rest too?”

Blaze wandered back to him, closing the gap, “Here?”

He quickly looked to their surroundings, “Can you think of a better spot?”

She didn’t even look across the beach, only to him, “No. There’s nowhere better.”

Without hesitating, she bundled the cape of his cloak beneath her backside to avoid the dirt of the sand. Quickly, he matched her position, though wasn’t nearly as worried about dirtying his clothes. Thankfully, his catsuit wouldn’t be cleaned by the royal staff.

“Alright,” He set the conch between them, stretching his arms toward the skies and clenching his fists together, “Marine said there wouldn’t be much wind today, so hopefully this will work without me holding it open.”

He spread his fingers, parting them as if his hands, joined at the wrist, were a single flower blooming. On the tips of his fingers and at the centre of his palms, cyan light managed to blur through the faux leather of his outfit. Simultaneous to his movement, the skies directly above them began to split. A faint cyan glow was visible on the clouds, flitting around their edges, and the dark mass was spread as if by some phantasmal group of winds.

The process was fast, in the blink of an eye Blaze went from staring at undulating tinted clouds to a cleanly exposed circle of night. The waining figure of the moon was surrounded by glinting specks of light, stars that shone brighter than ever when contrasted against black of a thickly clouded night. It was their private window into the splendour of the celestial bodies on this very early morning. Even the sky itself, its so subtle blue, was on display to them and only them.

Blaze was weighing how to compliment his efforts, when they seemed to yield a further result. It started small, Blaze swore she saw a slight movement out the corner of her eye, but seconds later the sound became undeniable. All around them a downpour had started, rain was tumbling from the clouds he'd pushed together and wetting the sands around them.

“I guess pushing the clouds together had some unforeseen consequences,” He awkwardly admitted, shuffling close enough to sit shoulder to shoulder with her, “Still, now we should be even harder to see?”

It was raining, and yet they were safe from the downpour. Without the need of a parasol, psychic barrier or otherwise, she and him were totally untouched. Admittedly, if the rainfall went on for too long the sands beneath them would soak, but for now things were perfect. It was almost as if the world itself was pushing them to stay together, as it had unintentionally done so many times before. From their first lives in crisis city, to reuniting to whenever they'd aligned to catch each other since.

“I don’t think that was you,” She teased as she matched his movement, allowing her outer thigh to brush against his, “Just perfect timing timing.”

"W-Well, um," As if literally searching for a distraction, he drew up the conch, "Now we can see this just a little better?"

The thin moon and glinting stars did enough to reveal the shell's colouration, a mix of cream and orange, but the lack of detail still visible did inspire a plan within Blaze. It was born of a technique Amy had taught her, to use what you had to bargain for more. That and well, it would perhaps inspire him to enact other schemes like this one.

"I think I'd still like to see it under the sun," She pushed, "I'll get a chance to when we can be together again, as we once were."

"O-Oh?" It took him a moment to process what she'd implied, "R-Right, yes of course," He nodded vigorously, setting the conch beside him before turning back to her, "But, um, as for tonight, I don’t know how long the hole will hold open for, there isn't much of a wind, but-

She moved a finger to his lips. Then, without another word, the cat leant back to lie in the sand. Moments later, the hedgehog followed.

For a while they simply lay together, enjoying the serenity of this improbable, if not impossible, moment they were experiencing. Soon her hand found his in the small gap between them, reminding the cat that she wasn't wearing gloves. Not long after, she felt him wriggle in even closer, leading their shared grasp to rise and rest upon their thighs. As the moments more ticked by though, once the patter of rain came to slow and the clouds began to drift once more, Blaze found her eyes were slipping down to him. The hedgehog's gaze was still to the sky, but something strange was lingering in his expression. Rather than his usual sparkling stare, the sort she'd seen so many times as he glanced skyward during the day and night alike, the there was a tightness in the hedgehog's jaw and a flitting panic in his eyes. He was biting his lip...

Nervousness? She was used to seeing that in him, the panic before a fight, but this brand of tension was different. It had cropped up from time to time, in the quieter moments that had come to pass before that picture was published. Now though, it seemed the weight of time between their last encounter like this and their present predicament had chipped away at what little proficiency he had in obscuring emotions. Clearly, he had thought a lot more about what he wanted to do tonight beyond laying beneath the stars.

Blaze allowed her left hand to encroach, surprise pulled his gaze to her as her fingers fell upon exposed chest fur, "What's on your mind?"

"N-Nothing?" He bleated, eyes wide.

"Liar," That word fell quietly from her lips, despite the lack of people around to overhear.

"W-What, I," The psychic stammered, "Well, you know, just, I've been thinking while we were apart."

"Thinking? How scandalous," She joked, "About what?"

"About that paper and, you know," He shuddered under her touch, "What people were talking about."

Again grinning that wiry smile, she rolled her eyes, "Use your words, Silver."

"I just," He wavered as she shifted, now slightly sitting up and fully facing him, "At first I was embarrassed by it all, but while I was away I sort of reflected on why I felt that way. I wasn't just worried about your position, even if that was most of my worry, something else was eating at me," He rose to his elbows, but her position kept him down, "Some of the things they said, about us, what they thought we were doing in the palace, what they think we are to each other," She closed the distance between them, "I sort of wondered, ignoring what others think, would it be so bad if that stuff was-

Blaze couldn't wait another moment or listen to another word. The hood fell from her head as she leant in, bringing her eyes to shut as their lips met. She felt his whole frame stiffen at first, a sign of panic or surprise that was automatically mirrored within her mind, only for her efforts to be clumsily returned. He practically shot to sit upright as he kissed her, crashing his nose into hers and very almost knocking their teeth together. It took the cat firming her hand on his chest, feeling heat bristle at her fingertips, to keep him in place.

Now that he was under control, the actual sensation of kissing him wasn't at all like she'd anticipated. Blaze had always known that, despite his soft outer appearance, Silver was rugged underneath, but she didn't imagine that would apply to this intimacy. There was a certain blunt fervour to the touch of his lips, which somehow mingled well with the slight taste of sweat, likely born from both panic and the day's work. There was also an undeniable undercurrent of sugar, perhaps lemonade or ice cream? They were in the midst of winter and yet, of course, the sweet-toothed hedgehog-

A flash of light forced Blaze to break the kiss, rocketing to her feet. Embarrassment was immediately replaced with a feeling of utter panic, she threw her hood back over her head but knew she was far too late. By the resounding click that had accompanied that light, she immediately recognised that a photo had been taken. While Silver was still stunned, sat confused, her eyes darted across the dark beach only to catch a lone figure running away. From this distance, her eyes still settling due to the light, the princess could just identify a hooded cagoule obscuring their upper body.

With no idea what else she could do, Blaze shot off to give chase. She knew it wouldn’t take long to catch up to the photographer, she was by far the fastest in her kingdom, but she had no idea what she’d do with them. A scoop like this, to the wrong people, was worth more than the sum in the royal treasury, not that she’d dare negotiate or bribe. Could she break the camera, would she dare?

“Get back here!” Reaching out half blindly, she managed to grasp the back of the individual’s hood and tug them to a stop, “Just what do you think you’re doing?”

She felt the individual continue to run, making it a few paces further, only to trip and end up hanging from their cagoule in the light rain. Immediately something felt familiar to Blaze, from the weight of that person in her hand to the way they were uselessly wriggling. In fact, they were light enough that the cat was able to fully raise the cloaked figure to almost reach her eyeline. Suspicion immediately pointed the princess in one direction.

“Easy mate, ease up would you,” The strong accent on the photographer's voice instantly confirmed that intuition, “It was just a joke.”

“Marine!” Blaze couldn't help but shout, "What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here, mate?" Still in the cat's grasp, the raccoon drew up what looked to be a self-made polaroid camera and made it flash again, "Oh wait, I already know and I've got a picture to prove it!"

"Give me that!" She insisted, snatching the photo after it printed from the slit, "And where's the first picture you took?"

"Trade secret I'm afraid, won't break my journalist's integrity," She insisted, as if this was anything more than a prank, "I can't believe you actually smooched him, eww."

It was only now that Silver, seeming to have recovered from both the kiss and surprise, arrived at the feline's side, "O-Oh, it's just Marine."

"What do you mean just Marine, mate?" The youth barked, beginning to wriggle in the cat's grasp, "Get her off me."

Rather than release the shipwright, Blaze tightened her grasp, "We were finally spending some quality time together, after so long, and you just had to-

A hand arrived on her shoulder, halting Blaze's tirade before her frustration could flare over. The rain had fully stopped, she took just a moment to breathe. Silver was undoubtedly frustrated too, but the princess knew he was the better mouthpiece given their current situation. While she could dictate orders and decrees, he could output blunt honesty without flaring rage behind it. When it came to more stressful social situations, though he wasn't as experienced, the hedgehog was generally more competent.

As Blaze set the teenager down, thankfully she didn't run away, "I take it you figured out what I was planning then."

"You're not great at being sneaky," She cheekily returned, pretending to dust herself off.

"Evidently," Silver cringed, seeming to weigh things for a moment, "If I give you this shell to look after, will you give us the picture you took."

"I'm not seven anymore," The still relative youngster snorted as she rolled her eyes.

Perhaps Blaze had overestimated his abilities, but his tactic had defused things, "Well, that's fair," He half cringed, "But, look, considering what you captured in that photo... you understand why I want to keep it, right?"

The raccoon huffed, but his claim had made a clear impact, "Alright, but under one condition," She haggled, "I had to stay up way too late to do this, I want a post midnight snack," Now she sounded more childish than ever, "I'm thinking pancakes."

"Well, sunrise can't be too long from now," Silver mumbled, glancing toward the still cloudy sky before turning back to her, "If it'll get you to give up the photograph, then fine. I can do that once I'm back."

"Deal!" She, again much too loudly, exclaimed, producing the now slightly crumpled photo from an inner pocket of her jacket.

Awkwardly, the hedgehog took the image and handed it off to the cat. For a moment she did consider burning it, doing away with the one speck of evidence regarding their so called platonic tryst. However, ultimately, she couldn't bring herself to. Unfortunately though, still in her pyjamas, a lack of pockets forced Blaze to keep the small picture in her hand. As she looked away from it, still grey and developing, their eyes met again.

"Do you want to come for breakfast before I have to take you back?" His hand found his quills, "It does also just feels sort of, um, embarrassing to leave off with-

"Yes, fine," She cut him off before he could mention their act, embarrassment having redoubled, "L-Let's just go," She managed to stammer out, stepping past the pair. Silver went to follow but a third pair did hesitate to follow, "Are you coming, Marine?"

"Um, sure, mate," The youth picked up the pace to arrive beside the princess, "I'm sorry, I just... missed you too, didn't want to be left out."

"I know, I'm just," Blaze managed to sigh, finally pushing her frustration aside, "It was an intense situation. I was worried for our safety," She admitted, stopping to look down to Marine, "I'm sorry too."

"It's fine mate, but it should be said," Mischief retook her face, "From where I watching, intense seems like an accurate description."

Before Blaze could respond to her tease, the raccoon shot off ahead and was undoubtedly bolting in the direction of her abode. Left mostly alone again, the cat managed to half sidled up to the hedgehog. They exchanged a mutual wavering grimace.

"I suppose it was silly to think everything would go to plan," He confessed, letting his shoulder brush against hers.

"Probably," She murmured back, " I suppose it's better that she found us, rather than anyone else."

Silence entered the space between them, growing more deafening as the sound of waves reaching the shore faded. Glances were thrown back and forth, cutting through the dark. Eventually her hand fumbled to find his. His thumb brushed over hers as their fingers came to interlock.

"How does the picture look?" He eventually asked, just as Marine's hut entered view.

"It hasn't developed yet," She explained, glancing down at the now slightly less grey photograph, "Neither of us could see it properly in the dark anyway."

Another quiet bloomed, she glanced up to him and saw deep thought on his muzzle, "Maybe I shouldn't see it yet," He raised the conch, "Just like you don't want to see this in the light, right? Not till we can see each other as we did before."

A promise made tactile, a reason to reunite made manifest for each of them. Objects exchanged not as bribes or some other exchange, but representative of promises. What value they held on their own wasn't insignificant, a scandalous photo and a pristine shell, but their sentimental worth was far greater.

"If you're sure you can wait to see it, I think that would be nice," Her agreement came out quickly, but she struggled to state what came next, "But, I don't see a reason to not replicate its contents before then."

They'd steal back their normalcy, no matter how long it took. He squeezed her hand, as if trying to obfuscate the undeniable mix of excitement and trepidation on his face, as their lips met again. The kiss was briefer than before, and not nearly as crude, but with her slipping onto her tiptoes, they replicated what the photo would undoubtedly show and rumours had endlessly insisted.

Whenever they could finally kiss in public, they'd have had plenty of practice. She would make sure of that.

[malleux]

the best gift. | z

-> Pairing: Zhongli x GN!Reader

-> Fandom: Genshin Impact

-> Genre: Fluff

-> Warnings: Uh small make out session :)

A/N: happy birthday nerd i love you... i wrote this in like 20 minutes cause i was infired no cap

“Tell me again, Y/N, why must we take the absolute worst route up this mountain? Normally I wouldn’t complain, but you’ve left me in the dark all day. It’s becoming suspicious.”

You grit your teeth into a smile, turning back to Zhongli. “I can’t tell you. You’ll see eventually. Keep your eyes shut until I say so.”

Said man huffed a little bit, obviously not loving the ache in his heels and calves, as well as the temporary blindness that he was forced into as he continued to trek up one of the tall mountains near the city. He couldn’t understand why you just wouldn’t tell him- he was your “best friend”, as you continuously claimed, and you promised to have no secrets, but here you were keeping one.

Zhongli thought back to the beginning of the day and how you woke him up by pouncing on his bed, jumping up and down until he nearly raised his voice. You pulled him out of bed and let him get ready, sitting on the side of the mattress the entire time buzzing with excitement.

Not two minutes after he had gotten dressed, he was being pulled into the heart of Liyue.

‘To take a look at the stalls, Li.’ You’d explained, holding onto his arm. His heart fluttered from your touch, but that wasn’t anything new. ‘If anything catches your eye, I’ve got Mora. Commissions have paid well recently.’

And you were right, having enough money to offer to buy him anything he looked at. Eventually, Zhongli decided on a new pocket watch and you paid without hesitation, which was unlike you.

He’d even told you the history of pocket watches in Teyvat and you’d listened with your full attention. This was when he knew something was up. You could never stay entertained for an entire lecture of his, why was this one any different?

“Okay, open your eyes.”

Your voice drew Zhongli out of his thoughts and he opened his eyes, slightly rubbing them as they adjusted to the now-darkened sky of the evening.

In front of him stood you. You were sitting on a red and white plaid blanket. Surrounding you were picnic baskets of food and glasses of wine, a small candle sitting in the middle of it all. In the distance, the lights of Liyue glistened and music could still faintly be heard as the citizens bustled through the last few minutes before total dusk.

“Y/N...”

“Happy birthday, Li.”

Zhongli couldn’t hold in the soft smile that graced his face as he moved to sit down beside you on the blanket. He watched you as you began to fix both of the plates, full of things he had mentioned enjoying before.

Eventually, the two of you had finished your dinner and you sat in a comfortable silence, gazing out at the shining city in the distance. Zhongli cleared his throat.

“Thank you. For everything, really. I haven’t celebrated my birthday in ages, I would’ve been okay with nothing.”

“That was before you knew me.” You joked, “I take birthdays very seriously, especially when they’re for someone I lo- care about.”

The geo user’s eyebrow quirked up, catching onto your stutter. “Someone you what?”

There was no way you were about to say love, right?

“Care about.”

Zhongli turned to you and in a rush of bold confidence, lifted your chin with his index finger. “Tell me, Y/N, did you really intend to say you cared about me, or is it a cover-up? You meant to say you loved me, didn’t you?”

“N-no.”

You were denying it, but the blush across your cheeks said it all. He chuckled and ran his thumb across your bottom lip.

“Would you still deny your words if I said I reciprocate them?”

“Wha-“

You were cut off my Zhongli’s lips covering yours, his hand moving to cup your jaw fully. Quickly recovering from the shock in favor of kissing him, you wrapped your arms around his shoulder and moved forward until you were sitting on his lap. Zhongli’s hands traveled down until they rested on your hips, rubbing soft circles into them with his thumb.

Soon, he squeezed your hip and you gasped at the tingling it sent through your body. Zhongli used this opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, pressing further against you as if he couldn’t get enough.

Which, he couldn’t.

You had to break away from air all too soon for his liking. You leaned against his chest, buzzing your nose into the crook of his neck. His arms wrapped tightly around your middle and he pressed another kiss to the side of your head.

“Are you still going to deny that you love me?” Zhongli asked, breaking the peaceful silence that had engulfed you both.

“No. Gods, no.”

He chuckled and squeezed your waist. “While I appreciate the watch and the dinner, you are truly the best gift I could have asked for.”

[sugrbugz]

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𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢: 𝐵𝑜𝑘𝑢𝑡𝑜

hiya!! i originally wrote this on wattpad but decided to post it here too!!

story contains: impact play, bdsm, dumbification, & daddy kink ;)

bokuto shows you just how much you mean to him.

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you were a constant in bokutos life ever since you met shortly after his graduation from fukurodani. he relied on you to be there for him when he lost or even when he won. of course he could turn to akaashi but since he never continued volleyball he never wanted to bother him.

however you came into the picture on a whim. bokuto and the rest of the msby boys ended up taking a team getaway at the hot springs you just so happened to work at. you two got chatting and hit it off right away!

  that was a year ago and now you two are head over heels in love with each other. everyone kinda saw it coming but you two honestly. as of right now you sat in the stands, watching your boyfriend and his friends play their national playoffs.

  you knew how hard he'd been working for this. how many hours he put into the game. you two would sit up until the early morning going over plays and techniques he'd been working on. through bokuto you started learning how volleyball worked, you knew what to cheer for now and what certain words meant.

  by the end of the game you realized something. they were one point away from a win. that being said you upped the ante on your cheering. you thought about calling his name out and wishing him like but he was definitely in his own world right now. watching his concentration was actually rather hot. it reminded you of how he would stare at your body before absolutely devouring it.

  you shook those thoughts out of your head, now wasn't the time. you gulped and pressed your thighs together, focusing the best you could on the game. suddenly the ball was up in the air, everyone in the stands went quiet just to see who would win. this last point means everything...so when bokuto ran for the server, smacking it down hard and fast against the other side of the court everything went silent for a moment before there were loud cheers.

  the whistle was blown. they'd won. you quickly jumped up, running out of the stands and straight to the court, attacking him in a hug. "BOKUTO YOU DID IT!" you smiled, laughing some more when he picked you up and spun you around. "did you see that?! i was fucking amazing!! and it was all thanks to you my sunshine!" he hugged you close, kissing the top of your head.

  you suddenly were engulfed in another hug but this time from two more sweaty boys, hinata and atsumu. "good job out there guys!" you smile to them, gently ruffling their hair. "you all played amazingly! you could feel the energy from all the way over there!" you added, laughing when bokuto pouted at them hugging you.

"you're the best person ever y/n! are you coming to the post game dinner with us? you should! you played a big role in keeping bokuto in shape" the little orange smiled, his face practically begging you to go. "if you guys will have me!" you hummed which earned a symphony of "yes!" from all the boys.

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    after everything was said and done you ended up in the car with bokuto, driving to the restaurant kyoomi had chosen. "you really did amazing today koutarou" you smiled gently grabbing his hand off your thigh and kissing it, taking the time to notice how much volleyball had an effect on his hands.

"ah..thanks babe, you know you don't have to flatter me so much! i'm okay! i'm just happy knowing you had a good time today" he smiled wide, taking his eyes off the road for a moment to gaze at you. "but let's face it bo, you're destined for something greater..an amazing career in volleyball doing what you love..i'm just enjoying our time while we have it" you stated making him pull the car over and look at you.

"what are you talking about?" he asked raising an eyebrow at you. "when you have to move around a lot for volleyball..or maybe you find some really skinny model who has money and can give you beautiful babies" you now met his eyes, "i feel like one day i won't matter anymore..so i guess i just want to make sure that i love you as much as i can until then." you explained watching how his eyes reacted to everything you were saying.

"you don't understand it do you? the way i play and the way i live my life is all because of you. i play with my heart because i get so excited just to see you proud of me, i wake up every morning with the goal of making sure i fall asleep with you. everything is for you. i wouldn't want anyone else. i want to be married to you someday, i would leave everything behind just to—" you cut him off by kissing him. it was a kiss driven by passion and love for him.

"prove it." you whispered on his lips. you knew where this would get you, you both were aware of it actually. "get in the back." he stated before starting the car back up and driving to a more secluded place. he knew he could've just taken you back home but what was the fun in that.

by the time he was in the back seat with you, you had already undressed and were gently playing with yourself so eager just to be with him. he thought this was cute so he watched you with sharp eyes, his goal was to intimidate you which definitely worked. "hey baby?" he asked before gently gripping your neck in one hand, his other holding both of your cheeks squished together. "who the fuck put the idea in your head that you weren't good enough for me? was it yourself? you're so cute when you're stupid" he smiled, treating you like a child as he talked to you.

you blushed knowing exactly what he was doing so you played along with the act, "it was me..i really am stupid aren't i daddy?" you could say his name but it would ruin the moment because that's exactly what he wanted from you. "so that's the game you're playing huh? okay. that's fine darling." he smiled so sinister it was almost terrifying before his hands dipped into your waistband, pulling your pants off your body.

"what are you doing?" you commented noticing how after your pants were off he just stared at you. "i'm admiring you and how delicious you look. wondering how i'm going to absolutely ruin you till you're fucked dumber than you already are." he hummed casually before starting to undo his pants. his favourite part about topping you was getting to tease you more than he already did outside of the bedroom.

you were still flustered from his previous words that had your mind racing to even notice how he simply picked you up so you were on your hands and knees in front of him. "open your mouth." bokuto's hand found your hair and tugged you forward harshly so your mouth was pressed against his shaft. you immediately got to work sucking on his cock, tears pricking at your eyes from the size adjustment.

"that's it..you can't take all of me can you? you need to try harder than that honey." he teased you before thrusting his hips up into your mouth, smirking at the choking noises that came from you. soon he became less focused on teasing you and more on his own pleasure.

"ah fuck~b-baby you look so pretty when you t-take all of my cock-" he stuttered out, his hips getting sloppier with their thrusts made you know he was getting close. this motivated you to do anything and everything for him. you pulled your mouth of his dick, giggling when you heard his whine of protest turn into a loud moan of pleasure while you jerked him off quickly.

"come on bo...cum for me so i can feel you inside" you moaned knowing that would get him right where you wanted him. you knew it worked when he was matching your hands movement with his thrusts, loud moans and whines leaving his mouth until he finished, getting it all over your hand and his lower stomach. without a single word he laid you down on the back seat, hovering over you slightly he pushed a single finger inside you, moving it slowly so you could get used to it before speeding it up when you relaxed around his finger.

"tryna make me cum before i even get inside you? that's fine baby i'll just do the same." he winked, "did you think you'd just get off free like that? oh no baby you've got to be punished for talking so badly about my partner like that." bokuto smirked before slipping one more finger in, practically drilling it into you.

you were too lost in the pleasure to hear him, hands grasping at anything they could find. your nails dug so deep into his arm it drew blood but he didn't mind. "what's the matter hun, is it too much? do you need me to stop?" his fingers stopped moving which made you rolled your hips. "n-no! please don't stop they felt so good.." you whined softly. hearing your whines made him laugh softly before moving them again quickly.

with your head against the seat you arched your back slightly while you felt your orgasm approaching. bokuto picked up on this and began to kiss at your neck, "good baby..let it wash over you, let it start making you even more of a dumb slut for me" he whispered in your ear before nipping at it softly.

that was all you needed to hear before cumming, your hands gripping onto his biceps while moans just tumbled out of your mouth. this is what he loved to see. he felt so good knowing he put you in so much ecstasy. "good..good baby..you did so good" he softly praised before kissing your cheeks to help you calm down from the intense high you just felt.

he waited a couple moments to make sure you were okay, stroking himself softly in the process. "are you okay? can i ruin you now?" he smiled, earning a small breathy laugh from you. "yeah of course daddy, i want you so bad" you whined, wanting to keep him in the mood. you loved when bokuto showed no mercy on you, treating you like nothing but a toy until after where he showered you in love and affection.

bokuto didn't say anything as he pushed your knees up to your chest slightly before sliding into your hole with ease. this made you gasp and cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure, "since you're so impatient, i'll just have to go fast right? show you just how stupid you are." he smirked before practically slamming into you, hands finding your hips. "fucking christ bo!" you moaned loudly, earning a smack across the face from him.

he never hit you hard and it never happened outside of a consensual bdsm scene so it didn't phase either of you. "shut the fuck up, you know damn well that's not my name. did you forget who you belong to? sucha stupid pet" he laughed loudly, loving torturing you with the fact you had made a stupid decision.

what was minutes truly felt like an eternity with him, feeling him slam into you over and over while soft praises and degrading sentences slipped out of his lips. "such a good pet" "dumb slut" "so good on my cock" "i'm going to fuck you so good"

they left his mouth like a song, getting so lost in the moment of making you feel so fucked out you went dumb. slowly his plan had worked as you felt your head start to go fuzzy, suddenly the only thing on your mind was him and how good his cock felt. your eyes went hooded and your mouth hung open slightly, not even realizing you were drooling slightly. "oh no..is my little angel all fucked out? daddy fucked you stupid didn't he? you probably can't even talk can you? good. pathetic bitches like you don't deserve to use their words. you gunna cum? yeah? go on my sweet dummy, cum all over daddy-" you didn't need to hear anything else before you came, hard.

your whole body twitched and loud moans slipped from your mouth as he got you there. "good job lovely.." he whispered before groaning at how tight you clenched down on him during your high, resulting in him pulling out and stroking himself quickly, his cum splattering on your tummy. "fucking shit" he whined leaning down to pant against you neck.

quickly he sat up and cupped your face, "angel? are you okay? if you can't talk that's alright i just need to see a thumbs up or down okay?" he spoke softly watching as you nodded and help your thumb up to him. "perfect..come on, i'll tell the others you weren't feeling so good..we can order in our dinner and i'll run us a bath okay? oh! what do i always say?" he smiled watching your lips move to say it but the words never coming out.

bokuto laughed softly before running a hand through your hair, "what happens in bed is for fun. you are smart, kind, loving, beautiful, handsome, and important." he smiled kissing your cheeks.

"come on my baby, let's go home."

[visionaria]

Aerie

We were in the high loft bed, you remember the one. Shadows of the trees danced over the ceiling and across the walls. I kissed your chest and nibbled up your neck. My leg draped over yours, my  wet pussy pressed to you hip. You told me you were stressed and weren’t in the mood for sex so I backed off and started trailing my fingers over you rib cage instead, motions intended to be soothing. Soon you put down the book you were reading and sighed. “I told you I didn’t want to.” you scolded. I pulled away slightly and peered up into your face trying to judge your mood. “I meant it to be soothing.” I replied. You grabbed my hand and fitted it around your hard shaft, squeezing my fingers under your own. “It wasn’t soothing.” you growled and pressed your hips upward so I could feel the rigid flesh pushing through our grip. You tangled your other hand in my hair and demanded, “Suck me.” I tried to kiss and lick my want down but you was having none of it. You guided me down with firm intent and positioned the tip at my lips. Willingly I opened my mouth and flicked my tongue across the head then took it inside. “Don’t tease. Suck it.” you grated out above me. So I did.

Soon you became restless with shifting and hitching hips, reaching for you orgasm. I wrapped my hand around the base and added to the friction. I massaged your balls. I sucked, my cheeks hollowing and then licked. I ringed the head with my lips and prodded the slit. “Fuuuuck.” you groaned.

You grabbed my shoulders and dragged me up your body. “Not enough.” you stated then flipped us so I was face down on the mattress below you. You pushed my thighs apart roughly with yours and I felt the tip of your cock rubbing against my folds. You pushed in with one long stroke stretching me to the point of pain and filling me to the hilt. I whimpered and tried to shift but your solid weight held me down, your heat spreading across my skin to replace the cool night air. Still for a moment you gave me time to try to adjust or maybe you were savoring the hot clutch of my sheath. Then you started to move in rough pumps designed for your own pleasure. You held yourself up on your forearms and I could feel your breath fanning against my neck as you curved your body around and into mine. 

I wondered who or what you were thinking of. I pressed my hips back tipping them to bring you deeper and, I hoped, to capture your attention. Your hand snaked down to clutch my hip in a punishing grip and hold me in place awhile you sped your motions. Soft grunts reverberated through my ears sending an electric jolt through my pussy. I felt myself tighten convulsively. I shifted to feel the sheet rub my nipples but you stilled my movements with your chest and thrust until all I could do was take you in. I wrapped one hand around yours fisted in the sheets and threw up the other to keep my head from impacting the bed rail. I gasped at your fervor. “Oh fuck yes.” you gritted out. “Coming.” you warned as your strokes lost all rhythm and came impossibly harder. Selfish. Greedy. I whimpered again feeling you expand inside me and flood my body in rapid wracking pulses.

You stilled, panting, then pulled away rolling to your side, one arm draped over your eyes. You looked wrecked. I lay still, my head turned to watch you recover. Incrementally your muscles relaxed and softened. Your breathing became even. I reached out a hand and rested it on your chest feeling your heartbeat slow. I shifted my hips against the bed, keenly aware of my unsatisfied need. I wondered if you would drop to sleep and leave me desperate until morning. Just when I thought you would, when you twitched on the edge of sleep, I felt your hand move and you dragged me to your side. You drew in a long breath then insinuated your big hand between my legs. With no other warning, you shoved two fingers inside me. “Ride them.” you said. My brain wanted to push away indignant but my body had other ideas and my hips moved in a needy arc.

-Visionaria

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I woke up with my hands tied above my head, bound with a rope that dug into my skin. My feet were still touching the ground, but only barely. I looked around groggily. I must have been in some sort of cave, the air was cold and damp and there was very little light.

As my eyes adjusted I took stock of my situation. I was still wearing what I had on in the tavern last night, a tunic and some cloth pants, but my boots were missing. I tried to feel around for my pack, but my arms were bound too tight. I didn't feel its familiar weight hanging off my shoulder, so I assumed the worst.

I tried to think back to the tavern. We had been carousing, I tried to earn a few drinks with my lute and my wiles, in that order. Wasn't there something about an amulet? I got it in a haul a few months back, I was showing it off when someone must have recognized it. Drat. That was when the town guard showed up, grabbed me and hauled me off. But this didn't feel like a barracks, at least not any I had been in.

My eyes had adjusted pretty well, and so I took a good look around. A faint hint of light came in around a corner, that must be the way out. If only I still had a dagger on me- wait, was that a person? It was standing so still I thought it was part of the scenery. I saw it take a step towards me, just barely towards the light.

"You there!" I commanded, as best I could from my position. "Release me! I demand it!"

I couldn't see the figure's expression, but I swear he grinned. I also heard it in his voice, deep and amused: "What have they brought me today?" When I didn't respond, he took a few paces forward, and I could start to see his face. Human, maybe? If so, it was the most angular human I had ever seen. But his body was too muscular to be elvish, too smooth to have tiefling blood. When he grinned he looked mischievous, and his teeth stood out in an uncanny way. All it took from there was seeing a glint of light reflect off of his pure-silver eyes for me to recognize what I had encountered: a dragon.

The beast had shifted into its "human" form, though plenty of his features were still off. The skin was just slightly scaled, his fingers and nails just a bit too claw-like. His eyes, of course, were a solid mass that cought the light like a predator in the night. I'm sure he could have shifted to be a pure facsimile of a human, he just chose not to.

"Ah, she recognizes me." A teasing growl. "Good. I like my playthings to know what's about to happen. It makes them taste better." I shivered. Few ever escaped the clutches of a dragon, especially those of the Iron Dragons.

My haughty facade gone, I started to plead: "Please, let me go and I can make it worth your while. I have an amulet, it's priceless, you can have it and everything I own if you let me go." I couldn't kneel, or I would have. I tried to lean forwards, to walk as far as my bonds would allow, and the dragon seemed even more amused.

"Why would they have sent you to me if you hadn't done anything wrong? I can sense from your mind that you are guilty, and only the truly guilty are brought to this place."

I considered for a moment, and gave up my last bit of dignity. "If it isn't precious gems you want, maybe precious acts will sway you. Take me instead, and then set me free. I swear I will change my ways."

He smirked even more than before. "Oh. Oh, you sweet thing. That was already in the cards." In a flash he was directly in front of me, his scaly tongue pressed against my lips and his claws ripping my tunic open. I tried to pull away, but his grip was firm and his nails dug into my side. Soon my tunic was in shreds, my undergarments in ribbons as he clawed his way through the material. I swear his hands morphed, extending out from fingers into wide, padded claws. His chest felt like armor, hard and cold, but his mouth was hot. Within seconds I submitted. He groped my body, from my fingertips held high in the air down to my face, my neck, my exposed chest, my waist. His claws made a distinct impression, cold to the touch, padded in the center with sharp claws at the end, digging at my skin. He never drew blood, but I'm sure a couple places bruised with his eager grip. As he pulled his head away from mine, I saw his features had become even more angular. His hair had coalesced into scales, his ears subsided. His nose and mouth formed more of a snout than they had before. It was that snout he turned to my neck, where he licked across my collarbone, up the side of my neck, and up the back of my head.

He took his leave as I shivered, though I'm not sure if it was from the cold air or his touch. He stepped behind me, tracing my back with a claw, cutting away some more of my tunic. Almost like he was appraising me, inspecting my body. He made some contented noises, and I assumed he found me satisfactory. From behind, he took his claws and ran them up my legs, slicing my pants into thin strips from my knee to my crotch. He did the same from the back, letting my tattered pants drape around my thighs. With one last cut along my crotch, my last shred of decency was gone and I felt warm flesh slide between my thighs.

His cock, still warm in his human form, slid against my skin as he kicked my legs out from under me. Forced to stand with my legs spread and my arms in the air, he groped me from behind as he slid his cock over my entrance. Looking down, I could see its considerable length, pewter and black in the dim light. It was large, and growing every second. The sensation of his claws, his breath on my neck, his chest on my back, his cock rubbing my lips, it all got too much for me. I let out a moan, terse and short, but he latched on to it. Sliding faster against me, groping me harder, sliding a claw around my throat, he teased: "I think the plaything is enjoying herself." I moaned again, unable to help myself. In response, he took his claws and wrapped them around my hips, pulling my ass out towards him. Then he took the tip of his cock and pressed it gently against my entrance. "Will she beg for it?" he mused, and I could hear the toothy grin in his voice. "Will she cry out for me even before I've fucked her?"

I tried not to, but my traitorous whimpers turned into a plea. "Please, fuck me... Oh, please. Pleasepleasepleaseplease-" my quiet plea was punctuated by the shift of his hips, the length of his cock slowly sliding inside of me. Inch by inch, I must have been wet because it slid in without resistance. I gasped as he filled me up, and I leaned back to take more and more of him inside of me. The flesh was warm, though I felt the rest of him morph even as he began to thrust. His arms had begun to take on the iron sheen of his scales, and his legs had grown wider and more stocky. Each thrust had the animal power of a lion, each grip pulling me closer and closer to his iron chest. Soon he was lifting me off of the ground, his body growing larger and larger as he reassumed his beastly form. For my part, I took him as deeply as I could, sliding in rhythm with his hips, his pulse, his every movement.

Soon he had grown so large that I was several feet in the air. While my hands were no longer held high above me, they were still bound. I held onto the rope for support as he pounded into me from below. Soon after that, though, I felt a grunt as he leaned back and sat me fully on his dick. He spun me around so I could see his full form, sprawled out along the cave floor as his arms continued to bounce me on his length. His snout had formed fully into a dragon's maw, his arms and legs fully scaled like his chest. I thought I could pick out wings on the ground, though my vision was too blurry to tell. The one thing I know I was was those silvery eyes, piercing into my soul.

With my hands in front of me, I took the opportunity to touch myself. I hoped he wouldn't notice, or care, but he merely commented at my neediness: "The poor little thing wants to cum on a dragon, eh? How pathetic." His voice had deepened into a full growl, and though it was animal it wasn't angry. I whined as his cock pounded into me, as he slid me up and down like a little plaything. I rubbed my clit, feeling the repetitive bulging of my midsection every time he took a stroke. In and out, full deep thrusts guaranteed by the claws digging into my hips. I rubbed myself thinking about the cock buried deep inside me, about the clothes literally ripped to shreds around my body. I put on quite a show for the dragon, my half-covered tits bouncing as my back arched and I came around his cock. My body clenched, hoping he would take pity and slow down, but I had no such luck. He continued at the exact same pace and I swear I heard a cackle come from deep inside him. I shook, gripping the rope to avoid falling off while I came, gasping my breath with every new impact. I rode waves of pleasure as I rode the dragon himself, until I let out a long, shuddering moan. Only then did he stop, and even that was simply to readjust. Limp in his grasp, he reached up and sliced the rope holding me, letting me fall into him with my entire weight. Standing up to his full form, his full height, he rotated me so I faced away from him as he started his pounding once more. Limp, I shook in his grasp. He eventually took a more natural position, leaned over me and pounding into me from behind. I moaned and gasped in his grip, shaking and clenching is repose to pure stimuli, no longer capable of thought. For several minutes he pounded into me, and he grew more and more fervorous, more disgruntled. I slowly realized the cock he had been using was still warm, was still human. He must be consciously trying to hold his human form to avoid hurting me, I thought.

"I can take it. Give me your full power," I whined between thrusts. "Please, I need it. Give me everything. Please."

I felt him relax, felt his facade finally drop completely. The cock inside of me stretched and bulged, growing into its own. No longer just flesh, it became plated, ridged, and more than anything cold. I felt another shiver, and this time I knew where it came from. No longer holding back, the dragon hold my puny body in his grip while he took his last dozen thrusts. The metal ridges flexed rhythmically, almost like they were breathing, before they flared out as he came inside of me. Overstimulated in every way, I could do nothing but lie there, limp, as the dragon's cock twitched and pulsed, flowing cum deep into my womb. His claws began to relax, but my body hung there, sandwiched between the cold dragon and the icy floor with a steel spear filling every inch of me. The cum, unable to escape, pooled inside me, and it was the only warmth I felt for several minutes. After some time, I felt the dragon's breath begin to slow, his ridges contract, and his cock slowly, ever so slowly slide out of me.

Mostly naked, still bound, and weak from the pounding, I hobbled my way out of the liar and towards the light. Dragon cum oozed out of my crotch, my bruised and broken body could take no more. Sneaking past the sleeping dragon had been fairly easy, though I had more experience than most. It was nearly afternoon, and I saw the town to my left. The tavern was shitty anyways. I turned to my right and walked a quarter-mile or so to where I had stashed my real pack, complete with a dagger, a change of clothes, and a notebook. I cut my bonds, cleaned up in the nearby river (still not quite able to feel the warmth of the stream), dressed myself, and popped open the notebook. I flipped to the last page, where a long list of colors and metals sat paired with dates and, occasionally, notes.

I grinned in satisfaction and skimmed to the last line, remembering a dozen past adventures not unlike this one. At the end of the list I appended: "Iron - Seventh of Spring, Year twenty-four in the Valley. Would recommend."

[lovelywingsart]

First Impressions

-- Karl Heisenberg X OC (AFAB, She/They)--

Ah, my first attempt at a story on here! I've got an entire storyline for them, but let's see how this first one goes...! QuQ I'm definitely more of an artist than I am a writer, but I hope everyone likes it...! I'll definitely post the rest at some point but for now I'm leading with this one aldfjghjk-

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*Warnings?: Slight angst? Potentially life-threatening 'testing', mention of memory loss, injury

Summary: Emelia was a worker for Umbrella Corporation Europe, an Engineer and technician, before having been kidnapped by Miranda during a 'trip' to Romania. All of a sudden, she woke up in a large area... Where was she? Who was this man that had appeared out of the darkness? And why couldn't she remember anything?

Darkness.

Darkness and pain...

Emelia woke with a pained gasp, almost choking in loose dirt as it was kicked up by her movements. She scrambled to a kneeling position, coughing and wheezing. There was pain with each breath, she found, and she tried harder to contain her hacking. Once the coughs died down, she managed to look up and around. There was... nothing. Maybe a few parts of machinery along the walls here and there... She looked around frantically. Where the hell was she?? It almost looked like a strange chamber of sorts...

"H... Hello...?" She called, her voice gravely from the strain on her throat.

She couldn't see a thing, though something about her body felt... odd. She couldn't remember a thing about getting here... Hell, she could barely remember anything except her name... DID she remember her name?? She looked down at herself, seeing dark clothing and feeling a small patch on her shoulder as she reached up to rub it. She tugged the patch closer to get a look at it, but still couldn't remember the odd-looking octagon shaped symbol. Another once-over led her to a patch on her chest, and she sighed. Great, a nametag... At least that was taken care of.

"Hello...?" Emelia tried again, this time met with a chuckle.

"Ah, you're awake!" A man's voice called out with a surprised glee. Startled, she looked up to see a dark figure stand along what was very quickly becoming seen as a steel pathway along the wall that lead into stairs. He stood in front of an open door that let in a dim light, his silhouette showing that he wore a large jacket and a hat, but she could barely see much else. Beside the man was a large object... A hammer?? But her attention stayed on the figure, watching as a glowing orange spot moved, indicating smoking of some sort. The man seemed to lean over a railing as he looked down at her.

"Where... Where am I...?" She asked, panic growing in her chest as her eyes became adjusted to the darkness once she tore her eyes away from him. It was definitely a large room of some sort, but... underground...? Her surroundings were stone... Stone and metal scraps, with piping along the walls themselves. The walls and ceiling had been chipped away, the marks of axes or hammers still evident in the rough rock texture, and a massive industrial fan was imbedded into the wall at her far left. The piece of equipment was still, but she had a feeling she wouldn't have been alive if it were active.

She suddenly flinched with a breath, causing her to cough once more and press a hand to the middle of her chest. This wasn't normal... she could feel... SOMETHING inside her chest. WAS it inside...? Maybe it was her imagination... She looked up as she heard another chuckle, before jumping as there was a small explosion above her. She looked up in time to see a small mass of falling stone, managing to jump and roll out of the way with a scream to avoid them as they landed with a *CRUNCH* . She looked back up at him, her eyes wide with fear.

"What the bloody hell is going on...?!" She finally yelled, managing to push herself up to a stand with a pained grunt. "Who... Who are you...?!"

"This, Sweetheart, is a test." The man said. "I want to see why she sent you here. Just play along, and you'll be fine!" She watched him flick his wrist towards the ceiling, and another explosion was heard.

Emelia looked up to see yet another cluster of rocks falling, and this time she ran. She heard laughter from the man as soon as the rocks landed, along with two other explosions. She stopped along the wall for a single moment before pushing off again as the stones fell, nearly catching her under them. A third went off, and she was nearly blown back by the force of them landing too close for comfort. She gave small grunts of pain as small bits of rock flew and hit her from breaking on impact, holding her arm and feeling a warm, wet sensation. There was a snicker from the railing.

"Well, you're not that fast..." The man commented, seemingly unimpressed. "But you're not a Lycan."

She glared up at him with tears threatening to fall from frustration and dust.

"You're crazy...!!!" She yelled. He drew back slightly, only to laugh once more.

"What makes you say that?" He asked, nodding his head slightly. More small explosions went off, and he watched as the falling rocks seemed to trail her as she ran.

She stopped as she came face to face with another heap of fallen rubble, turning to run, only to find metal scraps being torn from the ground to block her path. The same happened on her other side, and suddenly she was trapped. Breathing was difficult... It was as if something was blocking her lungs... She was nearly hyperventilating from panic. She looked around frantically, bleeding from small cuts due to smaller rocks. It wasn't until she looked at her forearm that she noticed, the cuts were... healing? She watched as her skin sealed itself slowly, leaving little to no mark save for a small, white scar and the blood that had previously been pouring from it. She froze as she watched more cuts seal and bruises form, now more terrified than she was. What... What WAS she...?? She clearly wasn't human... In fact, she barely remembered BEING human... But she felt as if she was, or at least used to be...

With tears now streaming down her dirt covered face, she looked up with fury.

"WHO ARE YOU??!!" She screamed, not noticing as her own voice seemed to distort itself. She did notice, however, as a large spasm shot through her right arm. The man chuckled as she moved quickly to hold onto it as it jerked away from her body slightly.

"Now things are getting interesting..." he said, leaning over the railing once more. "If you survive, I'll tell you everything. Think of it as a prize."

"If I... WHAT?!" She stared up at him, her face that of disbelief. But she couldn't hold the stare, instead returning her focus on her spasming arm and nearly screaming in horror at the feeling of... SOMETHING erupting from the skin of her chest. The spasms shot up her right jaw shortly after, and she swore she felt her teeth elongate... She only looked up as she heard a rumbling, followed by another large explosion directly above her. Time seemed to slow down as she realized she had nowhere to run... The falling rubble would have crushed her entirely. She felt fear and anger course through her body as she watched the stones fall, instinctively holding up her arms in defense.

In a split second, everything stopped. The dust settled and there was no sound, even from the man watching over her. In fact, he looked... disappointed. As if a new toy of his had been broken. And yet, as he began to push himself away from the railing, there was a low growl from the rubble. He froze, watching intently as the largest stone began to move, in which he noticed it hadn't fallen completely onto the ground. Actually, it was a good distance AWAY from the ground... He watched as it was lifted with a struggling, growling roar, before suddenly shattering.

Underneath the falling pieces was Emelia, standing and shaking with panting, growling breaths. But it wasn't HER... Her right half had transformed... Mutated into a muscular-like creature that threatened to rip out of the shirt she wore as she held a clawed hand over her head, gripping small rocks and dust. The same arm, the man noticed, which had shattered the stone that had fallen on it. The mutated woman stood in the middle of the rubble for a moment with heavy breaths before shakily looking at her arm. More fear entered her mind, but it was replaced quickly with rage. The only thing she now had on her mind was to escape... And kill. She punched through more of the rock with an enraged yell, climbing and ripping the stones open to get out. The stones and rubble ripped like weak fabric from the force. She only stopped as she heard joyful laughter, turning to see the man hold his arms open.

"Great show!!!" He cheered, grabbing a hammer-like object and slinging it over his shoulder. "I see why that heinous bitch sent you here! You're perfect."

Emelia stared at him, her vision going red with much more anger than she thought possible. She suddenly shot forward with a snarling yell, jumping over the rubble with relative ease despite fumbling over loose rocks. She had tunnel vision as she slammed her mutated shoulder against the wall near the stairs before darting up them. She gave a guttural yell and reared her mutated arm back, claws posed to strike the man down; but she didn't. Each breath was a growl as she noticed she had stopped moving entirely, close enough to see the sly smirk on his face, his eyes hidden behind dark, rounded shades. It wasn't until she looked at her arm that she realized she was stopped by metal pieces, only to give a surprised yell as she was flung and pinned against the wall with the metal itself. She struggled for a moment, only stopping as he stepped in front of her with a chuckle.

"You'll fit right in." He smiled, taking a drag on the cigar he held. Emelia curled her lip in a snarl.

"Who the hell are you?!" She snarled with a low, warped voice, baring her teeth as her muscles shook from rage and exertion. The man chuckled.

"Well, you DID survive, so I guess you get to know." He smiled.

With a step back, the metal was flung away, and Emelia was dropped to her knees. She coughed once more as more dust was kicked up. With a shudder and a few cracks of muscle and bone, she watched with near horror as whatever mutation retreated back under her skin as near black tendrils.

"What the fuck..." she muttered, carefully reaching back and rubbing her neck having felt something along her spine. She then looked up to see the man had taken off the glasses in near astonishment. There was a moment of silence before the man broke into a sinister grin.

"That crazy bitch." He said, holding out his hand for her. She eyed it for a moment before hesitantly holding onto it, wobbling and leaning against the wall as he helped her up. "Karl Heisenberg." He grinned. "You?"

"... why am I trusting you?" Emelia mumbled, taking a step back. "You just attempted to KILL me."

"Kill, schmill, it was a test!"

"Trying to crush me was a TEST?!"

"I had to see what Miranda meant in sending you here, but turns out you're a bit more than she knew." He returned his glasses to his face, adjusting the hammer-like object on his shoulder. "She would have kept you had she known about that. Now, your name."

She stared at him for a moment before giving an annoyed huff her gaze falling back to her arm.

"Walsh. Emelia Walsh."

[lookwhatyoumademedohaha]

The Muses - The Best Day

Kaz Brekkker x Original Characters (Platonic characters) : The Muses - The Best Day

Summary : Kaz hears a song of his sadness and is reminded of his past by three sisters

Warnings : A fight scene, angst, mention of Jordie.

Hi everyone, this is inspired by Taylor Swift's 'The Best Day' (Taylor's Version). The lyrics are Taylor Swift's, I just made a few adjustments to suit the story. This fic idea was in my head for sometime and I wanted to write it so here we are! This is my first time writing a Kaz Brekker fic so I hope I did him justice and please be gentle with me. I hope you all like it.

Ketterdam was gloomy as Kaz walked through its smoky and grimy atmosphere when he heard and saw a crowd that had not been there in that spot the day before clapping and applauding as they threw coins.

Generally, he would just ignore and move past the busy bustle. He didn't care unless it bought something of profit to him. He was just about to walk away when he heard an enthusiastic voice that the crowd had gathered around ask "Happy or sad?"

"What kind of stupid question is that?" thought Kaz curiously as he drew towards the crowd who chanted "HAPPY!"

Kaz raised his eyebrows slightly as he walked through the tide of people that were attracted to this spectacle and saw three girls smiling brightly at them. The first was about seven years old, too young and too naive to be roaming about the dangerous streets of Ketterdam as she clutched onto the skirts of her older sister who was about Kaz age, her dark chestnut brown hair falling down her shoulders as she smiled at her younger sister who seemed to be about fifteen years old as she smiled mischievously at the crowd. They were all dressed in colorful but worn out skirts and blouses as they sought out money for to make a living.

"Orphans." concluded Kaz as he eyed the three of them. It was unlikely for Kaz to be distracted but something about the question had drawn him to them as he waited expectantly for them to show what them so special that they attracted so many people, tourists and passerby that flocked around them in fascination.

The oldest began to play a guitar

"I'm five years old, it's getting cold, I've got my big coat on. I hear your laugh and look up smiling at you." began the little and youngest girl with a soft and sweet voice that immediately allured everyone as she smiled up at her big sister who was playing the guitar but grinned at her "I run and run past the pumpkin patch and the cart rides, look now the sky is gold."

She slung her arms around her oldest sister's waist as she sang sweetly "I hug your legs and fall asleep on the way home."

Suddenly Kaz felt his heart ache with unbearable loneliness and misery. He could feel the soot and smoke of Ketterdam change and suddenly there he was back in the long winding green pastures and tall trees as he hugged Jordie who would tell him the most silliest stories under the shade of trees as the sunlight filtered through.

"I don't know why all the trees change in the fall. But I know you're not scared of anything at all." sang the little girl with hope and optimism in her eyes as she looked with hero worship at her oldest sister making Kaz want to beat someone to death. He couldn't breathe as for a brief moment he saw Jordie grin but then he vanished as Kaz realized it was only the oldest sister smiling. Kaz wanted the youngest sister to understand that her oldest sister was scared and it was inevitable that she was going to let him down one day. He had trusted Jordie who promised that their luck was changing and then everything had changed for the worst.

"Don't know if Snow White's house is near or far away." sang the little girl hopefully as Kaz tore his eyes away from her because she reminded him of the little naive stupid boy he had been "But I know I had the best day with you today."

The fifteen year old picked up the song where it had been left as she started singing in her rich voice with a mischievous smile "I'm thirteen now and don't know how my friends could be so mean."

Kaz saw a vivid picture in his head of the story spun by the song as he eyed the second sister who looked fondly at her oldest sister "I come home crying and you hold me tight and take the cart."

"And we drive and drive until we found a town far enough away." sang the fifteen year old girl with a grin as she spun around dramatically making everyone laugh "And we talk and window shop, till I've forgotten all their names."

Kaz heart clenched as he remembered how Jordie and him had first arrived in Ketterdam, with a cheque sewn in the coat and ambitious to make it. He remembered how they were just two farm boys dazzled by the lights and vibrance of the Ketterdam as they would walk through all of the hustle and bustle, looking at the intriguing and pretty things in the shops and how Jordie would buy him omelette to eat from the omelette stands. Those days seemed to be a picture in his mind, frozen behind glass but to the little boy who believed in magic and held his brother's hand, it was the best days of his life.

"I don't know who I'm gonna talk to now at school. But I know I'm laughing on the cart ride home with you." sang the fifteen year old girl mischievously as she nudged her oldest sister and planted a sloppy kiss on her cheek making her sisters laugh while the crowd fawned over them.

Kaz heart clenched painfully as he looked at the three sisters grinning as he thought of Jordie "Don't know how long it's gonna take to feel okay but I know I had the best day with you today!"

Kaz eyes fell on the oldest sister who strummed the guitar contentedly as she began to sing alluringly and powerfully "I have an excellent father. His strength is making me stronger. The Saints smile on my little sisters. Inside and out, they are better than I am."

"We can agree on that." thought Kaz breathlessly, thankful for his cane for his knees had buckled when he had heard the oldest sister sing for the first time. Her voice was lovely and powerful yet made him feel at peace, something that he thought he would never encounter in this godforsaken town full of bloodshed and chaos. She was a siren in human form and he couldn't stop himself from being drawn to her as he listened to her alluring singing.

"I grew up in a pretty house and I had space to run and I had the best days with you." sang the oldest sister sweetly as she looked at her sisters with a lovely smile.

"There's a memory I remembered from back when I was three." sang the fifteen old girl theatrically pretending to think but it wasn't insincere. There was a true sincerity and warmth in this song that drew everyone who needed it the most. "You set up a paint set in the kitchen and you're talking to me."

It was painful for Kaz to listen as he felt himself drown in the ocean of memories full of Jordie. Jordie laughing. Jordie smiling. Jordie ruffling his hair. Jordie chasing him through the farm -

The little girl sang as she clutched onto her sister's waist as the crowd sank and settled into the warmth of the song "It's the age of princesses and pirate ships and seven dwarfs."

Jordie and Kaz Rietvald. Until he let Kaz down.

"And daddy's smart and mother's the prettiest lady in the whole wide world." sang the oldest sister with a reminiscent soft smile but Kaz felt the sadness in her voice.

"And now I know why the all the trees change in the fall." sang the three of them together warmly with soft and sweet smiles as they looked at each other "I know you were on my side, even when I was wrong."

"And I love you for giving me your eyes, staying back and watching me shine and I didn't know if you knew..." sang all three of them together as the song came to an end and Kaz looked at the sky with hidden tears as sudden sentiment and warmth engulfed him as he thought of Jordie who was watching over him "So I'm taking this chance to say that I had the best day with you today."

He always had control over his emotions but he swallowed his lump of emotions as he looked at the three girls who had no idea of the impact they had over the cold hearted Bastard of the Barrel.

Everyone was applauding and throwing kruge to their hats as they bowed and thanked them as the fifteen year old said "Oh thank you, thank you, you're generous! You've been marvelous!"

"I'm Isabelle" said the second oldest with a charming grin as she winked cheekily.

"I'm Dora." said the little young one

"And I'm Lily." said the oldest girl with a smile "We're the Muses!"

Kaz took a few kruge from his pocket and discreetly slipped it into Lily's hat.

This did not go unnoticed by her as her eyes widened slightly but she smiled warmly and gratefully at him. He didn't smile back, he didn't even know what possessed him to give his precious kruge to them. He had expected them to be mediocre just like the morons who tried to make it in the Barrel but failed. But there was something different about them, they exuded the warmth of home and understanding that the Barrel was deprived of.

As they collected their money stuffing them into their coats Kaz saw Councilman Romkan march through the crowds. Judging by his displeased facial expression, he was not here to pay the girls to perform at a concert.

"You! You are being a public disturbance and menace!"

"Ah Councilman Romkan, judging by your face that economy isn't in your favor eh?" asked the Isabelle cheekily with a salute as the Lily strummed a merry tune on her guitar "How can we help?"

Kaz noticed Dora sneaking away as she used the chaos to her advantage "Stop singing! You have no talent at all!"

"You should quit being a Councilman. You promise justice but you are cruel to those most in need!" stated Lily in a steely and cold voice with no warmth as everyone around her gasped. She didn't flinch but stood her ground and Kaz lips twitched slightly in admiration as she raised her eyebrows at the reddened Councilman "I thought we were being truthful."

"Arrest the little thieves for stealing the money!"

But Lily merely gasped as she looked at her sister pointing an accusing finger at her "You stole the money!? YOU STOLE THE MONEY? Guards, arrest her!

"You dare impugn my honor? She was the one who was stealing!" exclaimed Isabelle dramatically as she shoved her sister while Kaz rolled his eyes but watched this amusing scene unfold where the guards seemed to be clueless as to who to arrest "ARREST HER! SHE TRICKED THESE INNOCENT PEOPLE AND TOOK THEIR MONEY!"

Lily looked outraged "I'm the thief? Why don't you take a look at the mirror?"

"You better give them back the money you stole or -" began Isabelle theatrically as the whole crowd cheered when she seized a sword from a guard "En guard!"

Kaz knew he should be moving because time was money but he really wanted to see how this ended. He noticed that Councilman Romkan had lost control of the situation, the guards didn't know what to do and the two sisters were putting on a dramatic show for the purpose of enticing and entertaining the crowd who were now loving them as they cheered for the two sisters to cut each other to ribbons, the Councilman forgotten. He was curious to see how they would get out of this.

"Oh you are challenging me? I will give you the honor of a quick and painless death!" snapped Lily as she took a rapier from another guard who was startled but did nothing to stop it.

She waved the rapier at her sister with a challenging smirk as everyone gasped and cheered when the swords clashed as Lily said loudly "Any last words?"

"I will cut you into pieces and feed you to the dogs!" snarled Isabelle as she pushed away her sister who was suppressing a grin.

Meanwhile Kaz didn't know whether to be annoyed, exasperated or simply amused at the sensational shenanigans these two were pulling. It was obvious to him that they weren't really fighting each other, they are distracting the crowd so they could get out of trouble. They didn't fight like enemies, they just bickered as they acted theatrically and dramatically as if they now hated each others guts when they just wanted to escape the mess they were in.

"Oh all talk, no action. Let your sword prove your words!"

"I will! Take that" yelled Isabelle as she swung her sword which her sister ducked as they blocked their attacks impressing Kaz as they made their way through the square.

Isabelle jumped on the table of a coffee house as she swung her sword at her sister who blocked it as they both jumped from table to table making their way to a house "You little mincing barrel rat!"

They could act, Kaz would give them that. Their true calling was on stage, not groveling in a dirty streets of Ketterdam. He hadn't been to a theatre but this was the best show he had seen in a long time and it took only just two mad, funny and loyal sisters who had captured the attention of their audience who were now gasping and squealing and cheering, worried for the actors in the stage.

Kaz raised his eyebrows as his lips twitched when they fought each other as they climbed the crates leading to the roof of a house as both of them made it onto the roof and the crates fell down.

"Cheat!"

"Liar!"

"Thief!"

"That's a compliment in Ketterdam!"

Kaz was impressed at how they maintained balance while fighting each other and finally Isabelle acquired Lily's sword and the crowd who had been holding a breath let out thunderous cheers as Isabelle pointed the sword at Lily's throat. Kaz lips twitched as Lily rolled her eyes and he knew what was going to happen next.

Lily brushed the dirt off her clothes as she announced over the applause with a bright grin "Ladies and gentlemen, we've decided it's a draw!"

Isabelle handed over a sword to her sister as she twirled her own sword with a smile as she bowed "Thank you all for coming! You've been great!"

Lily grinned like an idiot as she blew kisses to their beloved audience "We couldn't have done it without you! See you soon!"

Kaz' eyes burned in hidden curiousity hoping the wouldn't do something so stupid... And in that moment, Lily's eyes met his as he raised his eyebrows at her.

Oh in the name of his precious kruge, they were going to do it.

The two sisters waved at the crowd as they laughed in amusement as they jumped from the roof to the other side ignoring the shouts of the guards as they grinned at their little sister Dora who was waiting for them. They hugged Dora glad they were all safe and decided to do what they always did.

Run without looking back and laugh without holding back.

Because everyday spent with each other was the best day ever.

Kaz stared at the rooftop where the two sisters had previously stood as he heard the echoes of their amused laughter at having fooled everyone and escaped with their lives. He briefly wondered whether they were alright but it was none of his business. It was not his business to care about every poor orphan that scuttled around in the Barrel unless they were valuable to him.

For a brief moment, he felt the joy and amusement, the warmth of home and understanding that he had felt back when Jordie was alive.

But then he shut it out.

Because he could not afford to be sentimental. He could not afford to be weak. Those three sisters could look after themselves.

"Can they, Kaz?" asked Jordie's laughing voice that rang in his head mocking him "Can they really look after themselves?"

Hi, so let me know what you think. I'm thinking of continuing this but I'm not sure.

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All The Comforts of Home

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: mentions of torture, blood, cursing, spn level gore (but there’s fluff!)

Bad Things Happen Bingo

Square filled: Nightmares

Summary: After the Reader is taken, Sam and Dean come to the rescue but it doesn’t take long for Dean to see that something isn’t right.

A/n: I’m back at it again with Bad Things Happen bingo! Anyways hope you enjoy and feedback is greatly appreciated!

Four weeks.

That’s how you had been missing. That how long Dean had been tearing up Colorado looking for you. Four weeks of total panic and fear as he chased leads back and forth across the front range.

It took four weeks before he finally found a solid lead, one that was currently tied firmly to the chair in front of him and his brother, coal black eyes boring into him as if trying to kill him with just a look.

But all Dean felt as he looked down at this lowlife demon was hot rage, everything in his vision going red.

“Is she alive?” His voice sharp as he gripped the blade tightly in his hand, jaw clenched.

“Is who alive?”

Dean let out a light huff as he shook his head. Did this demon really think playing dumb was going to work on him? “Y/N. Our friend.”

The demon only shook his hanging head, leaning against his restraints. “Y/N, I Don’t know no Y/N.” His answer unfortunately getting him a solid fist in the gut from Dean, doubling him over in pain.

“Try again.”

A sly smirk crossed the demons features as it leaned forward further, eyes suddenly bright. “Aw, does the great Dean Winchester have a girlfriend?”

A low growl rumbled in Deans throat as he swung the chair next to him around, sitting down harshly in front of the vile piece of crap he was working with. “Focus right here-“ he knocked his knuckles against the underside of the demons chin, forcing him to look up. “Right here, or I’ll shove this blade into your goddamn neck.”

The change was almost instant, because it was a universal truth at this point that the Winchester brothers were things monsters told their children about at night. The beasts under your bed. In other words, you did not mess with them if you wanted to keep living. And truth be told, as Dean sat there, he never thought he’d seen a demon crack so quickly. For a second he almost believed it was a poor innocent person he had bound in rope.

“She’s-shes Alive.” It panted, still gasping for air from Deans punch. “She’s our newest pet.”

“Where is she being kept?”

“In the town.”

Growing impatient, Dean drew his hand back before driving the blade into the demons thigh, it’s eyes once more going black as it screamed.

“What town?!”

“Sterling! She’s being kept in Sterling!”

“Sam check for any demonic signs in Sterling.” Dean spoke over his shoulder, eyes still glued to the demon slowly falling apart in front of him.

“On it. You want me to load the stuff into the car?”

“Yeah, I’ll be out as soon as I’m done with this guy.” Slowly rising from his seat, Dean flipped the knife in his hand, pushing the old chair back into its proper spot.

“You gonna let me go now?”

Dean shot the demon an amused look, tilting his head ever so slightly. “You do know who your messing with right? You think I’m gonna let you go? Especially after you took someone I care about?”

“I told you where she was! Now let me out!” The demon barked, rocking forward in the chair in an attempt to get closer to the Winchester. He didn’t get very far before Dean swiftly plunged the blade into his jugular, the point of impact sparking before fizzing out.

“Yeah, not gonna happen buddy.” Shaking his head, he pulled the blade out before wiping it on the sleeve of his canvas jacket. Dean pocketed the weapon before grabbing the last of the duffel bags and heading out the door after his brother.

You were alive. He was going to find you and he was going to save you.

*. *. *. *. *. *.

Brave. It was a silly word the longer you thought about it. It meant ready to face and endure danger and pain while showing courage. You were never that while hunting. You were never “ready” for pain and danger. You just barreled through. That’s how the job got done. Bravery never had anything to do with it.

Sam and Dean constantly said you were one of the bravest and toughest people they had ever met. . . But you didn’t feel that way. Not now at least. If anything you were the furthest from it.

The only way you could properly describe your holding cell was that it was clear that it had once been an old meat locker. Massive hooks hung limply from the ceiling, and the cold cement floor beneath your bare feet was stained dark in multiple areas. When you were first thrown in here you had tried everything in your power to get out, and when that didn’t work you changed tactics, doing everything you could just to stay warm in the freezing cell, from push-ups to jumping jacks and everything in between.

But soon the days began to feel longer and with it you began to get weaker. The demons holding you here barley fed you, and even when they did you ended up puking half of it right back up anyways.

Then there was the issue of the demons themselves. You didn’t know how many there were, only that when they came they had a different face each time. They’d slink into the room with their black eyes and bag full of knickknacks and that’s when the real fun for them would begin.

Letting out a deep sigh you curled in your toes, hoping it would generate some warmth, resting your head against the yellowing tile of the walls. Your body felt as though it had been bruised in every corner. Your legs felt shaky and you already knew they could not support your own body weight. Even your head felt heavy. The real pain came in waves though. Just when you thought the soreness was beginning to subside another bolt of pain shot up your spine. Your back arching as the pain rushed through your body like an ignited fire, your eyes squeezing closed as your face contorted.

You didn’t know exactly what they were doing to you, but what you did know was that you had never experienced such pain in your life.

You could feel your head spinning as you leaned forward, grabbing fistfuls of hair. You pulled on it in a futile attempt to direct the pain away from the rest of your body. Thankfully after a moment it began to work and you dropped your hands once more, ignoring the tremble in them.

Pain. You had been experiencing it for so long now that you couldn’t even remember what it was like to not feel it.

Tucking your legs closer into you, you curled back up in the corner you had grown so familiar with, resting your head against your inner forearms as you let your fingers tangle in your hair.

You just wanted to go home. You didn’t even know why the demons wanted you in the first place. You weren’t anything special.

Head still in your arms you felt the first pricks of tears in the corners of your no doubt already red eyes. But that’s all that happened. You were to dehydrated and tired to actually cry.

Home. Just think about home.

You could feel sleep slowly beginning to take you when you heard the first gunshots echo down the hallway beyond your four cold walls. Suddenly alert you picked your head up, eyeing the door wearily. A moment later another set of shots was heard, this time much closer and you could feel your heart rate increase.

The muffled sound of boots striking concrete echoed down the hallway, and before you could come up with a proper plan, there was another bang and the massive metal door was kicked open, your reflexes making you scramble back in fear.

“Y/N?!”

Dean entered the room like a living storm, gun still raised in defense as he scanned the room. Only lowering his weapon when his eyes found yours. His heart instantly breaking off into little pieces at the state of you. You were covered head to toe in bruises and cuts. Your skin dirty and smeared with blood.

“Y/N-“ he breathed out again, tucking his gun back into his waistband as he quickly crossed the floor towards you, shedding his jacket as he did. “Sam, I found her!” Being as gentle as he could, he wrapped the canvas material around your shoulders, kneeling down to do so.

“Dean?”

“Yeah, Yeah. Sam and I came to get you out of here. How does that sound?” Giving you a small smile he smoothed back your hair, getting the stray pieces out of your face.

“Good.”

“Okay. Can you walk?”

“I-I think so.” You nodded, bracing one hand on the wall and grabbing Deans outstretched palm in your other, slowly pushing yourself up onto wobbly legs.

“There we go. That wasn’t too fast was it?” Dean questioned, keeping a hand on the base of your back to keep you steady.

“No.”

Taking a deep breath, you took a step forward- only for your legs to quickly buckle underneath you. Fortunately Dean was quicker and his own knees bent as he wrapped an arm around your waist, keeping you from falling.

“Okay, alright. Take it slow.”

“Dean, how is she- Y/N!” And just like his brother, Sam was suddenly at your other side. A look of concern filling his features as he helped support you.

“We gotta get her out of here. Get her some place warmer than this freezer.” Dean sighed, adjusting his grip on you as he looked down at you.

“Here, I got her. You go ahead of us and make sure we cleared this place out.” Sam nodded, watching as his brother hesitated before agreeing.

“Okay, okay. Y/N, I’m gonna pass you to Sam. That alright?”

“Mhmm.”

Slowly unwinding his arm from his waist, he allowed you to fall into Sam’s arms. Only pulling his gun back out once he knew you wouldn’t drop.

“Alright, and up we go.” With one swift movement Sam hoisted you up into his arms, cradling you close to his massive frame. “This okay, Y/N?”

You let out a small groan before replying with a soft yes, all the sudden movement quickly reminding you of how sore you were. How battered.

You just wanted to go home. You just wanted everything to go back to normal.

You wanted to feel better.

*. *. *. *. *. *.

The motel room was quiet as Dean and Sam helped stitch you up. Quiet to the point in which neither of them were bold enough to say anything in attempt to break it.

Dean would have preferred driving through the night to get back to the bunker, but you deserved to sleep in an actual bed and not in the back seat of Baby. So instead the three of you found yourselves at some dinky motel right off of 36 and just outside Atwood Kansas.

“I’m sorry if this hurts.” Dean sighed, threading the needle through what he guessed was the eighth gash he had worked on since they began patching you up.

“I’m fine.”

At your words, both brothers paused their work to share a concerned look. Ever since they found you, you had been repeating those two words like a broken record, your voice monotone and calm.

“You don’t look fine.”

“Dean-“ Sam sighed a warning as he finished bandaging your calf, dropping the extra materials back into the first aid kit.

“What? I’m just stating a fact.” Dean shot back, still focused entirely on the gash on your shoulder blade, his fingers working gently to finish the stitches.

He didn’t mean to snap. Really, he didn’t. He was just worried. Really, really fucking worried. It was clear that you were anything but fine. You barley spoke and if he was being completely honest, when he looked at you it was like looking at a husk. You weren’t yourself. He was hoping that once they got some food in you and some sleep you might slowly come back to them, but you didn’t.

“It hurts.” You mumbled suddenly. Your words making Dean pull his hands away from his work in fear that it was his doing, before he realized you were talking about your actual injuries.

“I know, Sweetheart. I know. Those painkillers Sam give you kickin in yet?”

“I think so.”

“Well those things will conk you right out. You should sleep like a baby.” Dean let out a light chuckle as he finished his work. The snapping of the first aid kit  telling you he was done.

Running a hand through hair you could still feel it was damp from the shower you had taken earlier to clean the blood and dirt off of you. It felt good to be clean, but you still didn’t feel right. You still didnt feel like you. As you stood up Dean was at your side once again, helping you across the room towards the bed.

That was another thing. From the the moment they found you Dean had been a constant. Never wavering from your side unless you were taking a shower or going to the bathroom. All he wanted to do was help, and you gladly let him. The comfort and safety he gave off being greatly welcomed after four weeks of pure agony.

“You need Me or Sam to get you anything?” He asked lightly after helping you get situated on one of the motel beds.

Fidgeting with the hem of the shirt Dean had lent you, you shook your head. “No. I’m okay. Thank you though.”

“Okay. You promise you’ll tell us though if you do?”

“I promise.” You nodded, giving him the faintest of smiles as you did so. The action being enough to give Dean some relief, even if only for a moment. You were still in there.

“Alright, get some sleep. You need it.” Leaning down he pressed a gentle kiss to your hairline before retreating back to the table Sam was seated at. Before his butt had even hit the chair he could see that you were already out. Your eyes closed as you pressed your face into the pillow.

“I’m worried about her.”

“I know, Dean. So am I.”

Prying open the cap to his beer, he leaned back in his seat. “She’s the strongest person I’ve ever met, Sam. I’ve never seen her like this.”

“Well being tortured doesn’t exactly leave one walking away with good memories, Dean.”

At the word torture Dean felt himself flinch. His stomach rolled at the mere thought of some creature carving into you. He should have taken his time offing each one of those demons, drawn out their suffering a little longer because of what they inflicted on you.

“She didn’t deserve that.”

“You’re right. She didn’t. But at least she’s alive. I know she’s not okay, but we need to give her some time. Let her heal.”

“God, I know. I know.” Setting the beer bottle back down, Dean ran his hands through his hair. “I just want her to be okay.”

There was a moment of silence before the younger Winchester spoke up again. “You should tell her.”

“Sam-“ Dean warned, lifting his head from his hands to glare at his brother.

“I’m serious. When she gets better you should tell her how you feel.”

“That’s not gonna happen.” Shaking his head Dean pushed himself out of his seat before grabbing his duffel and heading towards the bathroom to change. Doing anything to avoid the topic at hand. “Just go to bed, Sam.”

*. *. *. *. *. *.

Dean didn’t sleep in a bed that night. Usually he bunked with you but he was afraid he might nudge or kick you and hit one of your bruises or stitches, and he decided against sharing a bed with Sam because the giant took up most of the bed anyways. So instead he wrapped himself in one of the spare blankets usually hanging from the foot of the bed and slept between the two mattresses. Sure he could have taken the couch but it was too small for his 6’1 body, plus he wanted to be close to you in case you needed something. Sam insisted that you would be fine, but Dean refused. The hunter not going to bed until the little neon clock on the nightstand blinked 1:30 AM.

He had maybe been asleep half an hour when things took a turn like he had been fearing. A loud scream from your lips suddenly pierced the still air of the motel room, sending both boys upright as they whipped their guns out from beneath their pillows. There was a sharp thud as you fell off the other side of the bed and Dean was on his feet in seconds, eyes wide and alert.

“Y/N!”

Peering through the dark room, he could see your silhouette scramble back until your back hit the wall with a sharp thud.

Nightmares. That was the only thing that could come to Deans mind. It was the only thing that made sense in the otherwise safety of the motel room. Tossing his gun onto Sams bed he quickly vaulted over the mattress dividing the two of you, sinking to his knees in front of you as he wrapped his hands around your wrists.

“Y/N! Y/N, it’s me. It’s Dean.”

“No! Don’t- don’t touch me!” You screamed, flinching away from Deans desperate touch. At this point Sam has gotten out of bed, flicking on the bathroom light so they could somewhat see. Your eyes were wild, and your breathing was fast and shallow. Your whole body trembling with uncontrollable fear.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Dean spoke gently, sliding his hands from your wrists and into your palms. It was only when your eyes finally met that he scooted himself behind you and pulled you between his legs, your back resting against his chest as his arms wrapped around you. “Listen to me. You’re safe and they aren’t going to hurt you again. I’m here now. Trust me, I won’t let anybody hurt you.”

Dean almost expected you to launch yourself out of his arms in panic but you didn’t. Instead he felt you slowly begin to relax in his hold, tears collecting on the sleeve of his Henley as you let out a breath. “I-“

“It’s okay.” Dean shushed you, pulling you further into his lap as he let you calm down. “It’s okay, I’m here.”

“Dean-“ Sam began only to be waved off by his brother.

Cradling the back of your neck, Dean allowed you to rest your head in the crook of his, the hunter placing a soft kiss to your shoulder as he smoothed your hair.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize. It was a nightmare. We all get em.”

“No. I’m supposed to be brave, but I’m not. I’m not brave.” Your sobs coming back as your fingers twisted into the fabric of Deans Henley, using it as somewhat of a lifeline.

“Woah, don’t say that. That ain’t true at all.” Dean quickly interjected, pulling back to look you in the eyes. His hand moving from the back of your neck so he could thumb away your tears. “You’re the bravest person Sam and I know, and the strongest.”

“It’s a lie. Those demons broke me, Dean.” Shaking your head you ignored the crack in your voice. “They broke me.”

“No. No they didn’t.” By this point he had your face cradled between his two hands as he looked at you fiercely. “Sure, they may have put a few dents in ya, but they didn’t break you. You’re like polished freakin steel. It’s gonna take a lot more than a few low level demons to bring you down.”

Your lips parted as you tried to find words, but none came. The man had stunned you into total silence. . . So instead you found yourself leaning forward once more to wrap your arms around him again, the hunter not hesitating to return the gesture. The breath from his lips lightly tickling your neck as nestled against it.

“Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me.”

“But I want to. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you and Sam.”

Even if he denied it later on, you could feel Dean smile against your skin. “Let’s get your back to bed.”

“Only if you promise not to sleep on the floor.”

“Sounds like a good deal to me.” Adjusting you in his arms, Dean picked you up off the rough carpet of the motel room floor, before softly depositing you the nearest bed. Sam was already back asleep by the time Dean turned the bathroom light back off.

“Dean?”

“Hmm?” Dean hummed, sinking down onto the mattress besides you.

“Why did those demons take me?”

There was a pause before an answer came through the dark between you. “They were trying to use you to get to me.”

“. . . Why?”

Another pause.

“Because you’re my weak spot.” Dean swallowed, feeling the next words crawl up his throat with a vengeance. “Because I’m in-love with you.”

The silence that followed made Dean want to jump out the nearest window. For a moment he thought you had fallen back asleep and he let out a sigh of relief, but then he heard you suck in a breath.

“Don’t play with my emotions, Dean. That’s not funny.”

“I swear to you, I would never joke about something like this. I’m in love with you and I have been for quite some time.” Even in the dark Deans hand found yours, the hunter tangling his fingers in your own.

“. . . I- what if I don’t believe you?” You spoke softly.

“Then I’ll just keep telling you until you do.”

“Im just kidding, I believe you. . .But don’t let that stop you.”

“Oh?”

“I love you too.”

“That’s nice to hear.” Dean let out a relieved chuckle at your words, rolling over to loop an arm around you.

“Okay, as happy as I am for the both of you, would the two of you please shut up and go to bed? There’s still one person in this room who is trying to sleep.”

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