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thesorcerersapprenticeu · 15 days ago

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Chapter 11: It Comes Back to You

Now the time has finally come, you're back.

The once shy little boy who lived in the underworld with Vander and the others. But you are no longer that, a figure filled with guilt, consequences of his actions and a mixture of everything bad.

But now with magic, a part of the Corpse and more knowledge so far.

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Here I am again! Even with a double update!

Yes, it hasn't been that long, but here's the next chapter in the story. I've been procrastinating, taking care of documents for my job and doing all sorts of things apart from sitting down at the computer and writing.

I hope the hype from Season Two (which I still haven't seen) isn't over yet, because now it's really starting with this story!

Have fun reading!

wc: 5k

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"A ticket for Progress Day."

So there you were.

It felt like half a lifetime, and yet it had only been five years. Five years since the day that ended your old life, three years since you had found a home - or at least a place - with Singed.

And now you were back.

Back in Piltover.

The city had changed, or maybe it was you who had changed. You had grown - not much, but enough to no longer look like a child. Your body was slimmer, but your gaze was sharper. Strength had settled in you, not that of a fighter, but that of a survivor. Not through muscle, but through the mastery of your magic.

Piltover, with all its shiny facades and dark shadows, felt strange and yet familiar. And on this day, Progress Day, when the whole city was buzzing with life, you were here again - not as a child, but as someone who carried secrets that this city would never understand.

"Of course!" shouts the little man at the counter in front of you with exuberant energy. His movements are frantic, almost exaggerated, as he fishes around in a chaotic pile of papers and tickets. Finally, he triumphantly holds up a small, shimmering golden ticket in his right hand, while his left hand waves towards you. "That'll be five coins!"

You already had the coins to hand. It was no secret how much a ticket cost - you had just heard the price when the person in front of you had paid. So, with a steady hand, you reach into the hidden pocket of your black coat and pull out the appropriate coins.

Your coat was unmistakable, a constant in your life. As a child, it hung off your shoulders like an oversized robe, its hems almost dragging on the floor. But now, after all these years, it fits perfectly. The dense fabric hugged your slim, lithe figure and finished just above the floor - an understated elegance that made you stand out from the crowd.

With the hood pulled low over your face, you are little more than a silhouette. Hidden in the shadows, your face can only be guessed at, even on closer inspection. You have learned to conceal yourself, and in this crowd it was only right for you to remain anonymous.

In case anything unforeseen happened on Progress Day - and that could happen in a town like Piltover - you were of course prepared. In the deep pockets of your cloak you carried everything you needed: your two Steel Balls, carefully polished and ready for use, plus your two spellbooks and a few home-brewed potions.

The potions were simple but effective - designed to release smoke instantly when needed. It was a safe way out in case you needed to disappear quickly. Caution wasn't just a virtue, it was a necessity when going your way.

Over the years, you had visited countless places, gathered knowledge and learned from a wide variety of people. You were a wanderer, always on the move, always looking for the next thing that could take you further. Other countries, unexplored territories, ancient ruins and vibrant cities - you had left a mark everywhere as you tirelessly progressed to become stronger.

But no matter where you were, it never felt like home. No place could fill the emptiness that grew inside you or erase the guilt that seeped through your mind like a poison. It was as if you were constantly haunted by a shadow, a silent witness to all the things you couldn't undo.

At night, when you were alone and lying in your bed, it was the worst. You stared at your hand - the hand that had thrown the Enforcer gadget at the bomb. Powder's bomb.

The memory of it was like an endless, burning movie that played before your eyes. It didn't matter how far you had traveled or how much time had passed. That one decision, that one movement of your hand, had set off a chain of events that you couldn't stop.

Over the years you have gathered knowledge, visited many, many different places and wandered. Other countries, unexplored territories, you've been everywhere to get ahead, somehow

The sound of the ticket clerk's voice barely registered in your mind, his words dull and distant.

"There are still three coins missing," he murmured, holding out his hand expectantly.

You stood still, mind a haze, the scene in front of you blurring into a whirl of memories and half-formed thoughts. It wasn't as though you hadn't heard him. You had. But at that moment, you weren't really there.

And then it happened.

A man brushed past you from behind, his footsteps quick and deliberate, the brush of fabric and a sudden lightness in your pocket snapping you back to reality. Your instincts kicked in too late - a single golden coin, pinched effortlessly from your mantle, vanished into the man's greedy palm.

Normally, you might've let it slide. The streets were alive with noise and motion, and making a scene wasn't exactly in your best interest. But as your eyes tracked his retreating figure, you spotted something that stopped your passive dismissal cold: a pistol, holstered at his hip, its polished surface gleaming in the light.

Your breath hitched.

He wasn't just some petty pickpocket. And that gun? It was too real, too dangerous to ignore.

The guy has a gun. And stole from me.

That alone might have been enough to let him go. It was Piltover - pickpocketing was almost an art form here, and you'd seen worse. But there was something about him that gave you pause. It wasn't just the smarmy way he moved, or the confident swagger in his gait, but more importantly the gun dangling from his hip.

Your instinct screamed the alarm.

He wouldn't just disappear. Men like him never did. No, he was the type to cause problems later - maybe not immediately, but eventually. And somewhere in this event, he would cause a ruckus.

The idea made your fingers run restlessly over the spheres in your coat pocket. Part of you wanted to look away, ignore the risk and just let the day go on. But you knew better. You'd gotten too used to the kind of chaos that people like this brought with them over the past few years to ignore it.

The man stops behind you for a moment, just long enough for the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up. Your instinct screams in your face: he wants to steal the coins on the table.

You remain calm - at least on the outside. But when you see his hasty movements out of the corner of your eye, his fingers already reaching out for the vendor's coins, your body starts moving of its own accord.

Your hand slides into the inside pocket of your coat. Without hesitation, you wrap your fingers around one of your steel balls. A brief whisper of your magic sparks the rotation in your palm, a buzzing, controlled tingle pulsing at your fingertips.

You turn slightly towards him, your movement fluid, unobtrusive - and yet faster than he can realize what is happening. In a lightning-fast moment, you touch his right hand with two rotating fingers, just as he is about to reach for the coins.

His skin twitches and crackles, a pulsing tingle spreading from your touch. The echo of the rotation sends waves through his nerves, not strong enough to do any damage, but intense enough to throw him completely off balance. With a strangled sound, he stumbles backwards and slumps to the floor.

He gasps. "Hah... hah..." His breathing is ragged, full of panic. His left hand clutches his right arm as he stares at you, his eyes wide. You can see a mixture of fear and confusion reflected in his gaze - he has no idea what just happened.

As soon as the man lies panting on the ground, two enforcers grab him with a quick, routine grip. One of them pulls him up roughly by his jacket, and for a moment the weapon attached to his belt dangles dangerously in the air before being pulled back by the belt.

"Come on! Come on!" one of the enforcers yells in the thief's face, while the other heaves him off the ground and onto his feet without a word. The thief still looks too shocked to fight back, his eyes flicker nervously and he mumbles something unintelligible that is lost in the general commotion.

Behind you, you hear a stifled gasp. The sales assistant, who is still holding your ticket, has noticeably retreated. His features are white as a sheet, his breathing shallow and frantic - as if he himself had just survived a robbery. "Oh you..." he finally utters, almost choking on the words as his trembling hand clutches the counter.

"Should I call more enforcers?" He casts a frantic glance in the direction of the crowd, then back at you as he finally hands the ticket over the counter. "A man with a gun... I can't believe it! I've never seen anything like it!"

You take the ticket calmly and don't answer him. Your hand, which has just touched the steel ball covertly, remains relaxed at your side. But inside you are alert, the whole scene has put you on alert. The thief is taken away, the weapon safely under the eyes of the enforcers - but something about the way it all happened leaves you with the feeling that this is not the end of events for today.

Nobody should have noticed that I used magic, let alone rotation. Maybe I shouldn't have done it after all, but the guy would be a danger to the other people here.

You step down from the small wooden structure that connected the kiosk to the ground and feel the creaking of the old wood under your boots. With your ticket in hand and a short, controlled breath, you set off.

The crowd stretches out in front of you, packed and full of life, as the hustle and bustle of Progress Day reaches its peak. Voices buzz through the air, accompanied by the crackle of machines starting to move and music playing from somewhere in the distance.

Your destination is clear: the big stage, the centerpiece of the entire event. The banners waving above it bear the symbols of Piltover - cogwheels and progress, as they proudly call it.

"IT'S NOT OVER, MAN!" the voice behind you echoes through the alleyways. You pause and turn around reluctantly. There he is: the man who just tried to rob you. His arms are being held by two enforcers, but he wriggles like a fish on a line, angry and desperate.

His face is red with exertion and his cries echo in the cold morning air.

"TURN AROUND! YOU THINK YOU'RE SO BIG OVER THREE COINS?" he shouts again. His words are shrill, full of anger and shame, and although you don't want to pay any further attention to him, your attention lingers on him for a moment.

You shake your head slightly and turn away again. You don't want to make a scene, you don't want to attract attention - especially not here, especially not today.

But his voice cuts through the air again, even louder and with a venomous bite: "IT WAS A THRILLING TRICK, YOU DAMNED BITCH!" The hissing of soles on the pavement reaches your ears, a sign that he is still fighting desperately against the Enforcers.

"THEN KILL ME WITH YOUR WEIRD TRICK!" The man screams at the top of his lungs while you simply stand still. Your hands rest calmly at your sides, but your mind has already drifted off into other worlds - a thousand thoughts, memories and scenarios that separate you from reality.

"JUST KILL ME WITH YOUR TRICK, HUH?" His voice continues to echo through the street, shrill and full of defiance, as if he is really hoping for an answer - or perhaps even a reaction that will restore his dignity.

"HEY, SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP AND WAIT FOR THE LEADING ENFORCER!" One of the enforcers holding him loses patience and shouts back. His voice is deep and authoritative, making it clear that he has no interest in the thief's shouting.

The crowd was still and silent. Not one person let out a breath - not a single murmur broke the tense quiet that had bubbled up and threatened to spill over.

And then, just as you are about to continue running, your step falters. Something is different - the air is charged, your instinct sounds the alarm. You see it, as if in slow motion, out of the corner of your eye: The gun pointing at you. You feel it in your magic - the danger is palpable, like an electric tingle on your skin.

Abruptly, the thief twisted in the Enforcers' grasp and reached for his holster - triumphantly, he grasped the gun, and the crowd froze in place.

How could he reach for the gun?

"AH!" he yells right behind you, the words piercing the silence like a knife. "HA! YOU'RE DEAD!"

A moment of rigidity. Your body wants to react, but you are frozen. Your mind races - how could this happen? The enforcers who held him stand rooted to the spot. Perhaps paralyzed by surprise, perhaps overwhelmed.

"DAMN!" yells one of the enforcers as he hastily swats away the arm of the thief whose gun was pointed at you. "HE GOT A GUN!" The alarm in his voice is unmistakable, and they reach out together to restrain the man again. The grip is harder now, tighter, almost desperate - they know he's more dangerous than they first thought.

"HYA! HAHA!" The thief laughs, a shrill, piercing sound as he continues to thrash around in her grip, struggling to free himself. "IF I FELT LIKE IT, HYAHA! YOU'D BE DEAD NOW! YOURE-! SUCH AN EASY KILL!"

The words penetrate you like a cold sting.

An 'easy kill'.

It's as if someone has deflated the air around you. The words echo in your head, mingling with memories that you would have preferred to bury deep down. Back then, in the ruins, when the world looked down on you - a child, lost, alone. You can see the ruins in front of your inner eye, feel the cold that enveloped you.

"You're NOT ready!"

Vi's voice thunders through your head, like an echo from a time long past but never forgotten. You hear her so clearly, as if she's right behind you, as if she's ready to tell you again to your face how wrong you are, how out of place you are.

The words tear at you, pulling you back into the shadows of the past. The moment flickers before your inner eye: You and Powder, the two little siblings, armed with nothing but hope and childlike determination. Vi had tried to protect you, her voice then a mixture of anger and despair.

"You're NOT ready!" she had shouted at you, the words were like an order - and yet a plea.

And then you did go. Into the cannery. Into the abyss.

The memories come like a tidal wave, unstoppable and merciless. Images flash through your mind: the smoke, the thunderous explosions, the sound of screams, the stench of blood and burnt metal. You remember the trembling in your fingers, the freezing fear that almost suffocated you, and the stares that threw you what you thought was the judgment of the world.

"YOU DIDN'T CATCH ME! RIGHT WHEN I TOOK THE COINS FROM YOU!" he roars, his voice hoarse with rage and despair. The enforcers press him further into the ground, but he doesn't give up.

"YOU LISTENING TO ME, YOU BASTARD?!"

You are still standing there, motionless, your gaze fixed on a point in the distance. It's not that you can't react - you could. But your mind refuses to deal with the noise behind you. It pulls you back, deeper into your thoughts, deeper into the pain you've tried to ignore for too long.

"I WON'T SETTLE IT LIKE THIS!" he continues to scream. You hear the crunching of the floor as he writhes desperately. "YOU HUMILIATED ME... I'M GOING TO STALK YOU DOWN..."

An enforcer puts his hand on the man's face, but even that can't stop his torrent of threats.

"I'M GONNA ENTER THE EVENT AND BLOCK YOU!"

His words are meaningless. They fade away in your head like the echo of a storm that has already died down. The world around you seems to fade away, the voices, the movement, the sounds of the crowd. Everything becomes quieter until only one thought remains:

I have to take care of this guy.

You feel the weight of the steel ball in your pocket. A reminder that you are no longer the helpless person you once were. You are here, in control, and ready to do whatever it takes to continue your journey.

"I'M SERIOUSLY THINKING ABOUT KILLING YOU! KEKE!" he mumbles, half-suppressed by the pressure of the enforcers still forcing him to the ground. But he speaks loud enough for both you and the assembled crowd to hear every word clearly.

You hesitate for a brief moment before turning backwards. Your gaze falls on the thief, who continues to be pinned to the ground by the enforcers. Maybe it's the shadow falling over him, or the hand pressing his face down - but for a moment he looks like Silco.

And his laughter, his tone of voice, this burning contempt - it sounds like him.

That's enough.

Your gaze sharpens, your steps firm and purposeful as you turn around completely. Your voice, clear and unwavering, cuts through the oppressive silence:

"If you're done talking, give him the gun back. "

The enforcers, surprised by your announcement, pause. Their hands, pinning the man down, tremble slightly before looking up at you in confusion. The crowd, which has been holding its breath, turns to you - astonished, disbelieving, as if someone had issued an order that goes against all logic.

As if your words had cut the air themselves, the crowd steps back as if on an invisible command. They make room, retreat a few meters from the scene and form a huge circle.

Muttering struck through the crowd - varying degrees of 'what?' threaded through the disbelieving, until the writhing mass of bodies turned as one to watch the showdown. Even the Enforcers - inexperienced in matters like this - gave each other confused glances, as if they didn't know what they were hearing.

"You heard me. I won't charge the man - in fact, I'll let this slight go. Give him the gun back," you spoke with such intense authority that the guard who held the gun slowly - but surely - placed it back on the dusty floor. It lay beside the thief's bulging eyes, then by his knees as he sat up on them. He stared at the lethal weapon, then back at you who wore a neutral expression on his face.

The older of the two enforcers blinks, his lips quivering briefly as if he wants to protest. But your gaze - firm, unwavering, penetrating - silences him. It is not a threat, not a sign of violence, but pure authority that speaks from your stance.

There they were again, your eyes full of determination. No flickering, no hesitation, just a blazing fire that sent goosebumps down the spine of everyone present. It was the same fire you had once seen in Vi's eyes when you fought the world together - a fire that radiated unshakable strength and an indomitable will.

But this time it was burning inside you. Where once there was the shimmering light of your curiosity and childlike innocence, there was now this ember. Clear, hot and unstoppable.

"Pick it up," you commanded once more. Not a single ounce of hesitation traced your voice: no tremble, no unwarranted twitch of facial muscles. You are so certain of yourself that the crowd stilled at once. A duel - a duel - was about to take place. "That'll be the signal - if you're truly serious about killing me."

The thief, still kneeling, hesitated with his palm on the ground - but ultimately, he didn't pick it up. His hands, instead, were held up in surrender and his uncertain smile was lined with sweat.

"H-Hey," he stammered out. "It's just a joke - I'm just a pickpocket, I swear, so don't look at me with that scary face - everything I said was a bluff, nothing more! Have fun on Progress day, I mean..."

Silence was broken by the stirring of the crowd as the leading Enforcer barrelled his way through, his heavy boots thudding against the dirt. For a brief moment, your attention flickered to his arrival-a figure of authority cutting through the chaos.

But then, it hit you.

That familiar sensation.

The thief's aura spiked, sharp and jagged like a blade drawn from its sheath. It was faint, barely noticeable to the untrained, but to you-someone who had honed their magical senses over three years-it was as clear as a ringing bell.

"You two! What's going on here?"

And in that split second, the thief grabbed the gun and held it up - for the second time this day, you are turned away from your impending death.

You didn't even turn fully toward the thief.

Faster than anyone in the crowd could register, you moved. Before a single person could grasp the situation, your hand darted into your mantle's depths with practiced precision.

A millisecond-no more, no less.

In that sliver of time, you charged the steel ball with magic and rotation. The energy hummed at your fingertips, a power you had mastered through tireless practice. And then, with an effortless flick, you threw it.

The steel ball cut through the air like a shooting star, its trajectory unerring. The impact was swift, precise-it struck the thief square in the shoulder.

The gun bent down as the flesh of his arm rippled: twisting and driving itself into his clavicle. Then, the blue sphere rebounded straight to your waiting hand - it crackled and pulsed with such faint energy that only you were able to see.

Did he really think that just because I was looking at the Leading Enforcer that he could shoot me down? Just because I have a blind spot in front for a second, if not less? What an idiot.

A building crescendo of horror erupted as the flesh of the thief's arm spiralled into trembling, meaty ripples - yet the climax hadn't even been reached yet.

"I'm not a nice guy," you said, your tone devoid of inflection, carrying no weight of malice or mockery-only an unshakable certainty. "Let go of that gun, and see a doctor... Before lunch, preferably."

Once more, you turned away. But the thief, who had his pride trodden on enough, raised the gun once more - ready to shoot. His trembling fingers clutched the gun, and with a burst of desperation, he raised it once more.

"YOU BASTARD!"

As the thief pulled the trigger, his arm shifted so the barrel was pointed straight to his own forehead.

He shot.

The aftermath crashed down on the gathered crowd around you - yells, screams rang out in the seconds following the bang. But all you could hear was the roaring silence in your ears; transfixed, you thought about what terrible gun smoke was pouring from the barrel, and the poor dead fool lying in his own blood.

He should have just not shot, swallowed his honor and done nothing.

All people could see as you made your way to the huge stage of the event was your coat. Not even your hair, as it was covered by it, nor anything about you.

"-just a duel. No laws were broken-"

"-threw that steel ball. Then it accidentally bounced back-"

Whispering voices broke through the silence, everyone tried to interpret what had happened for themselves. The events that had just taken place were too much, too fast - and yet they seemed to be indelibly etched in the minds of those around them.

You knew exactly how the situation would end. When he got loud and heated, when he threatened that he was "SERIOUSLY THINKING ABOUT KILLING YOU", the verdict was in.

From this point on, it was no longer just a moment of instinct or self-defense. No, it was an echo of the past. The cannery, the smoke, the screaming - it was all back, burned into your mind like a brand. You had made up your mind then. You had learned then that a moment's hesitation could cost you everything.

Because Ties are to be severed...not forgotten.

Your hatred and Determination are Second to none. And now, You...Are completely disconnected from the Human race.

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You stroll through the alleyways of Zhaun, where the light of Progress Day barely casts a shadow.

The contrast between the heights of Piltover and the depths of Zaun has never been more palpable. At the top they cheer, celebrating their progress, while down below children rummage through piles of rotting garbage with hungry eyes.

Your thoughts revolved around Jayce Talis, this man who was a hero to many. To you, however, he was nothing more than a ticking time bomb - a symbol of the ignorance of the privileged. You remember the spellbook with the Corpse Parts, which you once saw as a curse but now use as tools.

And today you have created your own weapon from them, your Steel Balls.

But Jayce embodies a dangerous mixture of naivety and power for you. He had the opportunity to make this world a better place - or to plunge it into chaos. His radiant presence on stage at Progress Day didn't fool you. You heard the empty optimism in his words and recognized the small flaws in his logic.

And you thought of Viktor, the man in the shadows. He may be the real genius behind the Hextech revolution, but he too carries the stigma of idealism. His vision of a "better future" could just as easily lead to disaster if it is overtaken by reality.

The world is a fragile balancing act, and people like this 'Jayce' tend to dance on that line without realizing how many lives depend on their next move.

A few hours later, you find yourself in a run-down hotel room in Piltover. It's not a particularly large room - a narrow corridor leading to a simple bed, a bedside cabinet next to it, and a small bathroom whose tiles are long past their prime.

The key you received on arrival is lying on the table. You have already paid for the next two nights - anonymously and without attracting attention.

As you close the door behind you, you take a deep breath and then slowly exhale. The day has been grueling. The scene with the thief, Progress Day, the crowds and finally the rumors of a mugging you picked up from the conversations in the crowd. It feels like the whole town is conspiring against you, even though you know it's not true.

You take off your coat and throw it over the back of the only chair in the room. You run a hand through your long hair, which has been in your way for months, but you've never found the time to cut it. It feels damp and heavy, like the rest of your body, exhausted by the weight of the last few hours.

You carefully place your steel balls on the bed, along with the spell books and documents you have collected. On the bedside table, you arrange your home-brewed potions in a neat row - a small comfort in a chaotic world.

With another deep breath, you move into the bathroom. The light is harsh and unpleasant, and the water in the shower takes an eternity to heat up. But when it finally flows over your back, it seems to wash away the heaviness of the world for a moment.

As the water hits your skin, the memories come flooding back. Every bad decision, every wrong turn in your life hits you like a wave. For a moment, the weight threatens to overwhelm you and you cling to the edge of the sink to keep from sinking to your knees.

But you force yourself to take a deep breath. You can't give in now.

When you finally step out of the shower and see your face in the mirror, you wish you hadn't looked. Your ribs are clearly visible under your skin and your eyes - sunken and tired - look like those of a half-dead person.

But you are here.

You're back in Piltover.

And an unshakeable feeling grows inside you, a certainty that drowns out any uncertainty:

I'll find Powder, Vi and Ekko, and then everything will be fine.

Oh, how wrong you are.

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That's it for the next chapter!

Yeah, it wasn't necessarily that much action, but I have to say, you turned out pretty damn cool, just with the encounter with the thief, wow!

So in a nutshell: Two years after the incident in the Cannery, you were with Singed, learning various things like biology, chemistry and physics under his guidance, and you were happy. After you realized that he was just using you to turn Vander into a weapon, you disappeared.

Disappeared in the sense of: Visited different countries, educated yourself further and most importantly; you searched for the Corpse Parts.

And now you're here, in the same town as Ekko, Jinx (Powder) and Vi. Ekko has become some kind of freedom fighter, Vi is in prison and Jinx is Silco's daughter... What a mix.

This chapter will come in a double update with my "Rat" story, from then on there will be nothing for the first time. But don't panic, that's because I'm writing the Christmas chapters that each of my stories gets. When exactly they will come, absolutely no plan.

Thank you for reading (including the notes) and leave a comment and a Fire thingy.

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totowlff · 9 months ago

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chapter seventeen — i'm not entirely to blame

➝ it's so easy to lie to yourself...

➝ word count: 3,5k

➝ warnings: mentions of smut

Toto lived in an extremely quiet, charming neighborhood just outside of Oxford, in a little hamlet called Boars Hill. His house was set on two acres of land that was mostly surrounded by trees, with a spacious and well-maintained back garden. Since the first time Cassie had visited his house, when Ingrid was still just an idea in their heads, she had a good feeling about it. She could even see herself walking down the narrow country roads pushing Ingrid in her pram, or watching Ingrid romp around the back garden as she and Toto sat watching her in chairs on the patio, just like a real family.

“No, Cassie, we’re not a real family”, she scolded herself as she made a left turn onto Bedwells Heath, looking carefully through the trees for Toto’s drive. She’d missed it once or twice before.

It wasn’t that they weren’t already a family of sorts; they’d come together to have a child, which meant they would be linked together in something resembling a familial unit, just not in the traditional sense. They were just friends, who were going to be parents together, but without the affection couples normally had for each other.

Except, though, sometimes their feelings for each other, at least for Cassie’s part, felt bigger than she would be willing to admit.

Plus, there was the sex…

The memory of Thursday night sent a rush of heat running over Cassie's skin. After bringing her to climax twice and giving her a few minutes to catch her breath, she felt the same heat as before. Just as she was going to remark on the sensation, she was interrupted by Toto as he kissed her again, his hands holding her tightly before sliding to the spot between her legs and making her come a third time.

However, when Cassie made a move to return the favor, Toto stopped her.

— Tonight is about you, Cassie. Just about you.

As she parked her car in front of Toto’s house, she clenched her jaw as she remembered the way he had cleaned her up and put her to bed, kissing her gently on the forehead before he left her flat, ignoring her pleas for him to stay. Seeing him leave hurt more than it should have, but there was nothing that could be done.

Toto would never be hers completely.

As she stepped out of the car, she looked up at the front of the house, admiring the traditional-yet-modern exterior, especially the way the front of the house looked like a circular tower, with a large panoramic window on the top floor. A vision popped into her mind — she and Toto sitting on the sofa together, his arm around her shoulders, her snuggled into Toto’s side. No work to do, no races on the other side of the world to get off to, just the two of them enjoying each other’s company, watching their daughter play with dolls or blocks on the colorful area rug as a summer rainstorm rolled through the meadows surrounding Boars Hill.

A perfect, quiet afternoon.

She shook her head as she pressed the button for the doorbell, chiding herself for letting her imagination get carried away again. A few seconds later, it opened, revealing the smiling face of the house’s owner.

— You know you don't need to ring the doorbell, right? — Toto said, smiling. He was wearing a chambray button-down and a pair of loose-fitting khaki trousers. His shirt was completely unbuttoned, exposing a plain white t-shirt underneath. To Cassie’s surprise, he was also wearing a pair of glasses with round, black frames. She wasn’t sure he’d ever seen him dressed quite so casually. Even when he had accompanied her to the clinic, he tended to wear a pressed Oxford shirt and some sort of dress trousers. She knew he occasionally wore glasses, but it was rare.

— I didn’t want to seem presumptuous — Cassie replied — Besides, I don't live here.

— Not yet. But you will.

— Temporarily.

— Yes, but I still hope you see it as home while you’re here — he replied, opening the door wider — Come in and make yourself comfortable, please.

With a small smile on her face, Cassie walked past him, greeting him with a kiss on the cheek. Leaving her bag in the entrance hall, she waited for Toto to close the door to follow him through the house, stopping for a few seconds to look at the compass rose tiled into the floor of the entranceway. She had always found that detail of the house very charming.

— Are you hungry? I can make some tea before…

— It’s fine. I ate before leaving home.

— Are you sure?

— I'm fine, really — she replied, trying to reassure him.

Toto let out a sigh.

— Well, if you don't need anything, could you come upstairs with me?

Cassie nodded, following Toto up the stairs to the second floor, where the nursery was. He had shown it to her in the first few weeks of her pregnancy. However, instead of turning right, towards the door of the nursery, he turned left, opening the door and asking her to step inside.

It was a large suite with a king-size bed facing a large window, which had an impressive view of the garden at the back of the house. There were also two armchairs next to a fireplace, as well as a large painting above it of an Alpine landscape, perhaps in Austria. Staring at the painting Cassie realized which room she was standing in.

— Why are we here in your bedroom?

— Because it will be yours. Well, while you're here.

She blinked.

— But… This is your bedroom, I couldn’t possibly…

— There are three other bedrooms I can sleep in. It’s no trouble.

— Toto, I can’t…

— Cassie, you need to be comfortable, especially after the birth. This room is big, has a very comfortable bed and a private bathroom en suite. Also, it’s the one that’s closest to the nursery.

— I don't need a big room. Any place will do, even the nursery. We can have the decorator put…

He shook his head.

— No, we’re not going to put your bed in the nursery.

— But if I stay in the nursery I’ll be close to…

— You won’t be able to get any rest if you stay in the nursery, Cassie. You won't sleep because you'll be keeping an eye on the baby. You know that being fatigued will not help you recover after the baby is born, and it will just make taking care of her more difficult.

Cassie clenched her jaw and looked away from him. He wasn't wrong. If she was with Ingrid constantly, she’d be on high-alert at all times, and wouldn’t ever be able to get any rest, even when she needed it. She would hate for something bad to happen to the baby because she was tired.

— Okay — she conceded — I'm not going to sleep in the nursery, you’re right. But, I'm not going to take you out of your bedroom. I can stay anywhere else, but not here.

Toto sighed.

— Okay, come with me.

The two went to another bedroom, a little smaller, but no less comfortable-looking. The minimalist, almost-generic decor gave the impression that it was just a guest room, not used very often; everything looked almost brand-new.

— The only problem with this room is that it doesn’t have a private bathroom, so you will have to use the one in the hallway. Otherwise, it’s just as nice as the master bedroom.

— It's great — she smiled, heading over to the bed and sitting on the mattress to try it out. Toto sat next to her, a small smile on his face.

— I'll ask Bertha to get everything ready for you to settle in next week.

— Next week? — Cassie said, her eyes going wide.

— Yes, so you have time to get comfortable and…

— Toto, I was going to move in after I’m discharged from the hospital with the baby, I couldn’t possibly…

— But there are so many things for us to do before the baby arrives — Toto exclaimed — We have to tidy up the nursery once it’s ready, buy more clothes, get the car seat, get all of the baby’s things organized, pack your bags for the hospital, you still have doctor’s appointments, we have to go to visit the maternity ward…

— I don't need to move here for that.

— And how are Bertha and I going to help you organize things if you’re not here?

Cassie raised an eyebrow.

— With your hands?

Toto gave a sarcastic laugh.

— Very funny.

She laughed.

— I know.

— The point is that, with you here, it will be easier to make decisions about things, especially regarding organization and routine in the first few days. Furthermore, I —Toto hesitated for a few seconds.

— You… What?

— I wanted to enjoy this time with you. You know, the…Nesting period, I think they call it. Plus, doing things for Ingrid without you is strange. Every time I buy things for the baby, the salespeople ask where my wife is, so I lie and say that it is for a friend’s daughter, because if I tell them it is for my daughter, they will want to know more about her, and I don’t want them to get the wrong idea and that they will think trying to have a family this way is strange, and…

Cassie sighed in frustration, taking Toto’s hand in hers.

— We're not doing anything wrong, Toto. We are only doing what we want, which is having a family. Just because we’re not doing it in the most traditional manner doesn’t mean we’ll be any less of a family. Trust me, a traditional family isn’t always a happy one. I am speaking from experience, so trust me on that.

He looked at her, a small smile on his face.

— But we can do things better, Cassie.

Something inside her jumped, her heart pounding in her chest.

— Better?

— Yes. Move in with me.

— Toto…

— I'll feel a lot better if you're here, and Bertha can help keep an eye on you when I'm traveling.

— Toto, I'm not a child who needs to be supervised.

— But you have a child inside you. And she needs to be supervised.

— Yes, by me.

— And by Bertha — he said, giving one of those mischievous smiles that made her heart race. Seeing Cassie rolling her eyes, he added — And there's no point in making that face, Cassandra.

— You sound like I'm incapable of taking care of myself...

— I’m only saying this because I am concerned about the well-being of the woman who — he paused for a few seconds, as if he was evaluating the words he was going to use before continuing — Is pregnant with my daughter. That's all, Cassie.

Cassie was about to answer him when the doorbell rang downstairs. Toto stood up, saying that he was going to meet the decorator and she should wait for them in the nursery. Walking down the hallway with one hand resting on her stomach, she tried to shake off the anxiety that was building up by breathing deeply.

When she stepped into the nursery, she was a little surprised by the amount of things in the room already. In addition to the stroller, baby carrier, and the package of things from Mercedes-Benz that Ola had sent them after Toto had told him he was going to be a father, there were bags of baby clothes, and several boxes printed with the logo of a well-known toy shop in London. She had pulled a onesie out of a bag to look at, running her fingers over the screen printed lettering that read “future CEO” on it when she heard footsteps behind her.

— Well, this is the room — Toto said to the woman next to him. She was quite a bit shorter than him, with dark hair, styled into a pixie cut. She had glasses with dark-rimmed frames, and was holding a briefcase in one hand and a tablet in another. — And this is... Cassandra.

She dropped her clothes and went to the designer, smiling.

— Nice to meet you, Cassandra — she said, extending her hand to shake — I'm Taylor.

— Likewise, Taylor. You can call me Cassie, by the way.

— As you wish, Cassie — the woman replied, smiling — Well, if you don’t mind, I’d like to just ask a few questions so I can get to know both of you. For starters, how long have you been married?

Toto’s eyes went straight to the floor, and Cassie noticed it. He was definitely uncomfortable with that question. And that was what made Cassie smile at the woman.

— A few months. We decided to make it official after we discovered the little one was on its way.

The response made Toto look up suddenly, looking somewhat shocked at what she had said. However, if Taylor had noticed that reaction, she didn't notice it.

— Oh, that's great. And have you lived here for a long time?

— I moved here in 2012 — he answered. His entire demeanor had changed since her arrival. If he was cheery before, now he seemed distant and distracted — I did some renovations, but nothing major or thinking about a function for this specific room.

Taylor walked around the room a bit, taking photos with her phone, analyzing the walls and the window for a few seconds. Placing her bag on the floor, she took the tablet and its stylus out of its case. After a few taps, she began to scribble something on the device's screen, a thoughtful expression on her face.

— Is the baby a boy or a girl?

— Girl — Cassie replied.

— Do you have anything in mind regarding decoration or colors?

— No pink — Cassie replied, definitively — No unicorns and rainbows.

The woman smiled slightly, writing something down on the tablet. Then, she began to explain the ideas, as well as the trends that could be incorporated into the room and that would make their routine with the baby easier. She also discussed some of the pictures of cribs, closets and changing tables that Toto had sent her. Finally, she asked if they had a theme in mind or if they were thinking about something neutral.

— Well, I do — Cassie said, making Toto look at him — When we decided to become parents, the first thing Toto did was buy a plush bunny, and I don’t know why, but… It has stuck with me. I think that would be cute.

— Do you agree, Toto?

— Yes. Maybe something with rabbits — he mumbled, crossing his arms.

After asking a few more questions, taking measurements and making a joke about how much stuff they already had for the baby considering that Cassie wasn't even halfway through her pregnancy, Taylor said goodbye to them, stating that she would send new drawings with her ideas to the nursery by email to Toto. Then, politely, he motioned for the woman to follow him back to the house’s hall of entrance.

Alone in the nursery again, Cassie took time to stare at the white walls. She caressed her belly slowly, imagining herself in a comfortable rocking chair, breastfeeding her daughter. She imagined showing her the pictures of rabbits on the wall, the lamp on the ceiling, the cozy crib. She imagined herself changing her clothes and diapers, while talking and making faces at her, making her daughter giggle.

The room would be perfect.

The footsteps that sounded behind her made her look back, a small smile on her face. Toto had returned to his room in silence, with his eyes lost on the walls and his hands in his pants pocket.

— What did you think of her ideas? — Cassie asked, approaching him.

— Good — he replied, his voice flat.

— I liked the idea of indirect lighting that she suggested, to bring a more cozy atmosphere to the room, but I'm still in doubt about the style of the decoration, whether something more classical or something more modern is better — she continued, walking around the room — But her idea of using niches here to decorate is fantastic, isn't it?

Toto nodded, his gaze directed at the swaying treetops outside the window. It was the confirmation she needed to realize that he was strange, distant, even a little cold. And he had been that way ever since Taylor suggested the two of them were in a relationship.

She stepped toward Toto carefully.

— Toto? — Cassie asked softly, his eyes meeting hers — Look, if you're feeling bad about what I said, I just thought it was easier to lie than to try and explain our situation, I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable...

— Cassie, it’s not that, it’s just — he said, interrupting her abruptly — I’m just frustrated. Fuck.

— Why? — she asked, softly.

He ran a hand across his forehead, clearly uncomfortable.

— Because, even with all my work, all my effort, everything I said, not just to you, but to the lawyer and to myself, I failed.

— Failed? What do you mean?

— I failed to uphold our agreement by getting involved with you.

She swallowed hard, watching as Toto ran a hand through his hair, looking like he was about to come unglued. He was feeling guilty, but it was all Cassie’s fault. It was her fault that she hadn't been able to simply ignore her own horniness.

And it was consuming her.

— I know I shouldn’t have asked you that on Thursday...

— But you did — Toto grunted, looking a little irritated. His reaction made Cassie look down, feeling embarrassed. “I deserved that”, she thought.

— Toto…

— But the problem isn't you — he said, making her raise her head quickly, meeting his eyes — The problem here is me.

— But…

— You are in a vulnerable moment, feeling the effect of hormones, and all of that. It's not your fault for feeling urges and desires. But I'm to blame for not respecting the boundaries we set in the conversation with the lawyer. I should have said no to you, Cassie.

— And why didn't you? — she asked softly.

Toto stared at her silently, as if he was measuring his words. With every second, the tension inside Cassie grew.

— You said you needed my help. And I promised to help you. I was simply keeping my word — he finally replied.

— Then why are you so upset?

— Cassandra…

— After all, you were just keeping your word, simple as that.

— It's not that simple, Cassandra! — Toto exclaimed. She didn't know the reason, but her heart started to beat harder, her palms sweating. Hearing a man raise her voice, even as innocuous as the situation was, reminded her of her father, as well as the loud fights and arguments they had.

— And why not? — she managed to ask, her throat tightening.

— Because we made a legal agreement, stating that we would not have any romantic involvement.

— You know that's just a piece of paper, right? I'm not going to sue you for having sex with me.

— That’s not the point. We made a commitment, Cassandra, I had committed to giving you support and support to bear and raise our daughter. Of course, we started the wrong way, but I had already got it into my head that it was necessary, after all, to have a child, you have to have sex...

— Actually, there are other ways…

— For two fertile and healthy adults, having sex is the first option. But that's not the point, Cassie. My point is that, after doing what is necessary, it was my intention that things returned to what we had agreed upon.

He hesitated, running his hand over his face again. After a sigh, Toto continued.

— I like you, Cassie. You are an incredible, courageous, intelligent woman… I would never have a child with you if I didn't like you, but we went too far.

Cassie clenched her jaw. She couldn't say anything, the pain in her chest growing by the second.

— I think it’s better for us to… Put a limit on this.

— A limit… — she stammered.

— Yes, we need to re-establish our boundaries here. I will continue to support you, taking care of you. That won't change. The idea of you moving here still stands, everything remains the same. But, no intimacy. No kissing, no sex.

The thought of never kissing Toto again made Cassie's chest hurt, as did the thought of never feeling him touching her in a tender, sensual way again. To think that she would never again see him the way she had in those two nights was almost suffocating. Cassie had no idea how she would be able to move on knowing she would never have him again.

She felt like arguing, telling him that she was incapable of doing that because she was completely in love with him and was willing to tear up any paper and face anything to have him for herself. Maybe this was the time to say the three words she most wanted to say to him.

Yes, that was the time.

— Toto…

— Are you okay with that? Can we go back to just being friends?

“No, Cassandra”, she told herself.

— Yes, we can.

#toto wolff #wlffog #formula 1 fic #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #toto wolff angst #toto wolff fanfic #formula one fic #formula one fanfic #f1 x oc #toto wolff x oc #formula 1 x oc #formula one x oc #etlwlff

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pvlvsdog · 6 months ago

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If sinners were to be bugs/insects etc, which one would they be?

Okay okay okay. This is a really exciting ask, thank you! I did lots of thinking about this one :3

Ish gets a pea leaf weevil. First of all, not biology based, but weevils are generally liked by people on the internet and I like the way they look. Some of pea leaf weevils look kind of ginger too. So that’s a bonus^^ The main thing about this one that it can survive in a lot of places, that little bug is determined to get by and will not be bothered by a simple relocation. I feel like, that kind of goes along with sailing and being on the move, you have to learn to be versatile. But they are known to like dry places, right? Well, my funniest reason to pick this little guy is that a few years back the country was swarmed with articles because uh oh. Turns out they enjoy the sea a lot. And take residence there as well. And if they got some business, they will not stop just because you’re sitting in the way. The seaside is their place, you’re just visiting it 😌😌

Unfortunately, the common pond skater goes to Sinclair. It would make more sense to give that one to Ishmael instead, but I based this one on behaviour only. See, they are just some common little guys, I like them quite a lot. From what I’ve read they move around quite a lot out of fear of being eaten. But, other than being quite frantic and looking harmless, they are uh… well intense. They can bite you and you *will* feel it, I promise. Don’t pick them up, because as scared as they are, they are capable of fighting back if they need to. Plus, just like many other insects, they are partial to things we could consider off-putting such as cannibalism. I picked this species since they remind me of the ‘he’s just a little guy -> oh, he’s a little f-ed up actually” and that fits the vibes I have from him

Meursaul gets a louse. I don’t like them.

After some thought I have to give Outis a giant horsefly. They look chill, many are, based on personal experience it’s very nice to interact with them. But then again, if the female needs it, she’ll bite you. Nothing personal, simple conflict of interest. I feel like that kind of fits with Outis being a bit… suspicious in her intro but they being so patient with Dante (even if it’s not all that genuine). Also I just like those horseflies :3

I see Don as a grasshopper. This one’s fairly easy - she moves around a lot, distinct fair hair (like the grasshoppers signature light green), is easily recognisable. The freaky anatomy and facts are kind of a bonus here. Besides, they are, quite literally, ancient. And Don’s source isn’t all that recent either

With its… quite different name in my native language, the black beauty walking stick just kind of fits Heathcliff. Being named (again, in my language) the devil scare, it’s known for a few things. Of course first and foremost for its intimidation tactics. They look a bit „scary”, at least that’s what I’ve heard people say, and they add to it with their strategy of covering for vulnerability with their scare tactics. Being seen as „fun silly pets” adds to it for me, because from experience I know that the households that do buy them often don’t really see them as like, a „real animal” and they often get treated like toys or reluctant additions to the family. Overall disposable

Based on vibes mostly, Yi Sang is an orchard ermine moth. The colours just make sense for me. Besides, it kind of makes sense from a meta perspective cause their history (the spiecies divide, the unexpected spikes in uneven distribution) is quite interesting and while at first I also looked at Yi Sand as kind of unassuming, the bits of information I have on him now prove me otherwise

Rodya gets desmoxytes purpurosea. It’s a relatively new species, it’s beautiful, popular amongst people. Absolutely amazing. And it smells like almonds. Why? Well, probably due to hydrogen cyanide they produce. Not a surprise considering the hot pink is a pretty good indicator of them being a bit… dangerous to it’s opponents. What girlbosses they are, they get to be cute, hot pink and unassuming AND pretty deadly

Dante gets a summer chafer. Despite being seen as quite useless and a pest, they don’t make much significant damage. Their lifestyle, notably mating, takes quite a toll on their bodies and by the time the female laid eggs a few times (each time the process paired with digging lasts around a day) she passes. They are drawn to light. And look absolutely adorable as a bonus

I wanted to give Ryōshū some sort of a mantis, but I settled on the horrid king assassin bug. This is not a roast, I just think they are and look pretty dangerous while also being damn intimidating. Besides, having a few ways of killing, which makes them more proficient by a long shot, kind of fits in with her whole vibe and the killing thing. I think she would appreciate variety in the craft as well^^

Hong Lu gets the Spiny Flower Mantis. It’s a species well loved and appreciated for their beauty. Look up some pictures, please, they look unreal! The goal is to look similar to flowers. When they feel like they’re in danger, they spread their wings and start flapping them, making the colours on them glimmer. Which I find a bit funny, because it’s also something they do to show off to others. Also having eye-spots kind of sold me on giving it to him, to keep the theme (a lot of art displaying his eyes). They don’t chase after prey, they aren’t known to be a very active species, preferring to sit and wait for things to come to them. Also kind of picky with their living situation, for example they don’t take humidity well in captivity and pretty quickly you will be made aware of that as their home giver

For Faust I settled on a domestic silk moth. They don’t live in the wild since they are pretty important to humans and have been fully domesticated to help out with developing sciences. Mainly, they are tied to research as well as, well, producing silk

Lastly, Gregor. I didn’t want to go for a cockroach, I feel like he gets treated as a vermin enough as is, I really don’t want to perpetuate that (I wouldn’t use ‘cockroach’ as an insult, but he would take it as one, hurtful at that). At first I thought to give him some sort of a beetle. But after thinking more objectively, I settled on a bumblebee. Peaceful, beautiful, soft - overall amazing. Also mostly liked because they are practical to humans, I’m not sure we would like them a whole ton if the argument “don’t kill them, they are useful” didn’t come into play. So that uh… that goes along with certain canon themes. Something something having value if “actual” humans can make use of you. But yeah, well, I don’t want to be all depressing. World cold and hard, bumblebee soft and warm 😌😌

#limbus headcanons #limbus company #limbus #limbus company headcanons

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ofpineapplesanddawns · 4 months ago

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Here's a little one-shot from that werewolf Peter au I was talking about yesterday.

Summary: Aro finds the strange creature that has been causing trouble, and quickly takes an interest in him

Warning: blood, mentioned death, Peter is not dressed due to werewolf reasons, Aro is an ass, but this is normal

On with the fic!

Aro had been expecting a newborn vampire as the one causing all these slayings in the city of Las Vegas, they had fit the usual style of bloodthirsty vampires with no proper guidance. It was a decent reason to travel to this city after a visit with the Cullens, just to check up on their little child, making sure she wasn't a threat still.

He had taken up the task to find the newborn himself, he needed the amusement.

However, what he had found was anything but a recently made vampire.

Instead, he found the shivering form of a naked human, covered in claw marks, and blood, both the human's own and another person's. The scent was strong, but the blood of the human before him was... not right.

It reminded Aro of the shapeshifters, of both this country, and of Europe. Though there are quite a variety of shifters around the world, you could tell the scent of their animal if you were well adapted as Aro.

And he smelled the scent of a feral wolf.

The human was a skinny thing, but clearly a tall one, with dark brown hair, and eyes that showed both fear and anger. There were still features of the wolf on him, the long, nasty claws still soaked in blood and chunks of meat, with sharp teeth bared. The body was a tight thing of muscles still trying to change back into a more human-like structure, and the feet were... not quite right, yet, but were slowly changing back.

It looked painful.

"My, my, my..." Aro stared, smiling as he stared at the human, hidden in the shadows of a disgusting alleyway. The scent of garbage, human, and blood was strong here, was a terrible place to be. "Was not expecting one of you to be the cause of all the attacks, how curious."

"Fuck off." The human snarled, practically growled out. The accent was clearly not a local one, he sounded British. How silly, a reverse of that old film, then?

"And why would I do that?"

"Got enough problems right now, fang face, don't need a fancy ass vampire to come cause me trouble!" The human stated before crying out as there were loud bone snaps, his feet becoming normal again.

So, it was painful. Fun.

Aro chuckled and approached, standing over the human laid on the filthy ground, panting hard and not seeming to care that he was naked as anything.

Hmm... not a bad looking human, probably wouldn't be much of a snack even if he wasn't a werewolf. He had the underlining scent of alcohol. Lots of it. It made blood taste terrible.

"How did you know I'm a vampire?" Aro asked, smiling down at him.

The man glared up at him, gritting his teeth as his claws started to revert back into fingernails. "I'm... clever like that. Expert hunter... fuck!"

He panted hard then dropped his head back with a grunt. "Plus, you stand out like one from a movie or somethin'. Or a dumb vampire novel."

Aro couldn't help but to laugh at this, he'd be insulted if he didn't find this creature oddly amusing. "Expert hunter, hm? Is that how you became a werewolf, little wolf?"

This earned him a very, very nasty look, which only served to amuse Aro more. "Fuck you. I am, one of the best experts in the world. And I got bit... in a way that's none of your business."

Aro just hummed, nodding, taking note of scars on the human's exposed skin. Scratches, lots of them, some old, some new, some healing right now. There were also bites, old ones, scattered about, but there was one that sat on the man's left shoulder, it looked red still, but the attacks had been happening for a few months now, was a werewolf bite slow to heal?

This creature made Aro very curious, it wasn't often he dealt with werewolves, it had been ages since he last encountered any, and all of them had been slaughtered by humans shortly afterwards. Or by other vampires.

It would be a shame to slaughter this one, when Aro could use him to study the beasts. He watched the human roll about in pain as the last of his body changes back to a normal appearance, and he ponders over this being.

He wonders... would a werewolf be good in his ranks? Those vampires up north have their shapeshifters, so why shouldn't he have one? It would make things more interesting for him, that was for sure.

He grinned, holding out a hand. "Here, let me help you."

The man stared at the hand. "Why?"

"You are lying in blood and who knows what, it is nearly fully sunrise, and I am sure you'd like to be home and not naked and coated in blood before anyone else sees."

"Hmm... and how do I know you're not just going to bite me and drink my blood when you help me up?"

"I do not like the taste of animal blood."

"Bite me!"

"I just said I don't like dog blood." Aro laughed at the sputtering the human made, and just yanked him up off the ground, much to his protest.

As much as it bothered Aro to let anyone use his clothing, he removed his cloak to cover the man, who mumbled a thanks, curling up in it.

"Now," Aro started, clasping his hands in front of himself, "how about we discuss things in a more secluded location."

The man looked confused. "Discuss what things?"

"Oh, you'll soon learn. Come now, show me where you live, dear wolf." He smiled, gently taking the man by the elbow and started to walk out of the alley.

Peter would fight back more, but he is utterly exhausted, in pain, and feeling like shit for a number of reasons. He'll be much more annoyed with Aro once he gets a shower, sobs over his self-hatred and guilt, and has at least three cups of coffee in his system.

#john's drabbles #vincturi #good omens extended universe

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canirove · 2 years ago

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Best friends… forever? | Chapter 13

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"Is that for me?"

"Yep" Fran smiles, giving Mila a red rose. "It may be too much, but I don't know, I saw a guy selling them earlier and couldn't help myself."

"I love it when people get me flowers. Thank you." Rúben always gets her a bouquet after she's won a big game. After losing it too. Rúben...

"Are ok you?" Fran asks her. "You look... I don't know. Weird. Are you sure you want to go out?"

"I do, yes" Mila says. "I need to keep my head busy and stop thinking for a while."

"May I ask what has happened?"

"I'll tell you at the restaurant."

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"Wow."

"I know" Mila says, taking a bite of her food.

"So you are in love with your best friend, who happens to be Rúben Dias, the Manchester City player."

"I’m not in love with him. I am falling in love with him. It isn’t the same." Or that’s what she tells herself.

"And you came to that conclusion thanks to me?"

"Yeah... And I'm so sorry about it. You probably feel like I used you or something."

"Oh, it’s ok. I knew this was just a fling, that it wasn't going anywhere. Our lifestyles and the fact that we don't live in the same country, make trying something very difficult. To be honest, I'm flattered” Fran shrugs.

"Flattered? What do you mean?"

"You said you chose me because I reminded you of Rúben, and he is like... Fitness, style and career goals. And you, who know him better than anyone, found some of the things he has on me."

"That's... Weird. But ok, if it makes you happy" Mila chuckles.

"Very" Fran smiles.

"Then can we stay as friends? I wouldn't mind having someone I can visit in Sevilla."

"The doors of my house will always be open for you. But what are you going to do now? Are you going to tell Rúben?"

"Oh, no. No, no, no. Just the thought of it makes me feel this thing in my chest and... No."

"Then?"

"I don't know. We still have a couple of weeks left before the preseason starts, so I guess I'll go back to Portugal with the girls."

"You are leaving Cádiz?"

"Next week it is Eva's brother's turn to stay at the house, and he invites his friends. We have to leave" Mila shrugs.

"Then come to Murcia with me."

"What?"

"You said you've never been, right? I think I can convince Pablo to let me take you as my plus one to the wedding. If you want, of course."

"Fran, are you... Are you sure? Wouldn't it be awkward?"

"Nah" he says. "So tell me. Are you in the mood for a Spanish wedding or not?"

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"She isn't coming?"

"Nope. She's staying with some new friends she made" Rúben says.

For the first time in years, Mila is missing their "Portuguese gang" reunion at the end of the holidays. And it doesn’t feel ok.

"New friends? Who?" Bruno asks.

"I'm not sure. She just told me that one of them invited her to his wedding."

"That's odd, isn't it? They just met, and she is going to his wedding."

"Anything to stay away from us" Diogo says. "Or from Rúben."

"Or maybe just from you, who suddenly became the annoying one" Rúben spats.

"Hey, let it be peace" Bruno says. "We are on holidays, remember? Let's try to relax and have fun."

"I don't know how we'll be able to do that with grumpy cat over here" Diogo says, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'm not grumpy" Rúben replies.

"Of course not" Diogo snorts.

"Ok, new rule. It is forbidden to talk about Mila" Bruno says. "She doesn't exist, understood?"

"Do you think you can forget about her for a few days?" Diogo asks Rúben.

"I can" he says. But he knows that is a lie. Even when he doesn’t want to, he finds himself thinking about her. And knowing that she is at someone's wedding, definitely with the guy she was talking with on that photo, doesn't help.

"Great!" Bruno says. "Let's cheers to that, and think what we want to do next. Maybe rent a boat?"

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"Mila, you look absolutely stunning."

"Thank you, Fran" she says, feeling her cheeks getting warm.

"I just hope they don't kick us out of the wedding."

"Why would they do that?"

"Because I'm sure you look ten times better than the bride, and today it is supposed to be her day" he says with a cheeky smile.

"Oh, shut up" she laughs, taking the arm he is offering her.

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"That has to be the most bizarre dance of my entire life" Mila laughs, letting herself fall on a chair.

"I just can't believe that, being Portuguese and spending your summers in Spain, you didn't know about Paquito el chocolatero."

"I don't know, maybe I'm normal" she shrugs.

"If you were normal, you would have known about it" Fran laughs.

"It is just so... The moves, you know?"

"I know."

"And everyone dances. Adults, children, the grandparents... Everyone!"

"That's Paquito el chocolatero" he shrugs. "Are you having fun?"

"Lots of fun. Thank you for convincing me to come."

"It's been my pleasure. Though maybe we could... End the night with... Actual pleasure, you know?"

"Fran... Are you asking me if I want to have sex?" Mila laughs, the woman sitting on the table next to theirs giving her an outraged look.

"Just one last time. As a goodbye. To me, to the summer, to Spain..."

"Ok then" she says after thinking about it for a few seconds. She only has a couple of days left of her holidays before she has to go back to Manchester. Before she has to face Rúben and her feelings for him. And God knows how that will go. So maybe having one last wild night with this very nice and very hot guy like Eva liked calling Fran, wasn't such a bad idea.

"You sure? If you don't want to do it it's fine, I totally get it."

"I'm sure" Mila says. "Your room or mine?"

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Author’s note: In case you are curious about what “Paquito el chocolatero” is, it is a super famous Spanish song with very particular dance moves that it is played on weddings and parties in general, usually when people already are a bit tipsy 😅

The moves that made Mila go 👀 are the ones you can see here at minute 1:27 😂

#ruben dias #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

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hydrangeyes · 1 year ago

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You are what you are

So if you don't know, Yes this already existed, my old account was deleted (accident but I can tell I won't be getting it back), and am reposting my old x male reader works!

I don't know if I saved all of them but here is one that was saved to my AO3 account.

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Part 1

16. Toga needs her big brother, league meets ‘quirkless’ OC

Summary: Toga gets homesick and the group takes her to see her big brother. Domestic League, pairing: ???? also I love the Idea that other times Toga is crazy big sister but when sad/down she is baby

Edit: I looked it up and twice is way older than i thought so for most if not all things I write him in he is 22.

Edit 2: changed big brother to younger brother to fit canon a bit more

Now here is a mini series I never picked back up really, I do think I have part 2 somewhere but eh. Another project I started and dropped (no specific reason)

Dabi x Male reader x Shigaraki

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Toga stared blankly up at nothing. She’s been sitting at the table, resting her head between outstretched arms for most of the day. It worried the fuck out of everyone. Usually when toga’s quiet she’s up to something, but it’s been hours. The only time she even shifted and responded was when twice tentatively sat next to her, asking what was wrong.

She only said nothing and that she was a bit thirsty when he asked if she needed anything. The boys sat at the bar to give her space as she sipped some orange juice. Kurogiri polishing the glass cups, Twice and Dabi watching Toga, and Tomura playing a game on his new switch.

“This shit is giving me hives. Just tell us what your problem is so we can fix it.” Dabi suddenly says standing up from the bar seat. Twice and Kurogiri held their breaths while Tomura continued playing on his game, but did glance over to see her reaction.

“…..I miss my little brother.”

The reactions were immediate. She had everyone’s full attention, occasionally glancing at one another as if to confirm that she actually just said that.

“Usually around this time I would go visit… But with things so tense and us trying to keep it low. I don’t want to bring all our mess to him, he would have a heart attack.” she pouts scratching her cheek sitting up finally. “Especially since he is a civilian and all.”

That definitely shut up any quirk related questions. Toga went on as if she didn’t notice the others questioning everything they assumed about her so far. “I don’t think I told him I became a full on villain. See he lives country side too so wouldn’t see the papers about us.”

“Let’s visit.” Tomura speaks up suddenly, putting the switch down to turn and start showing that he was paying attention.

“We need a break anyway. Think if you call him and ask if he has room, we could stay for a bit?” Toga perks up as Tomura talks excitedly and lets out happy squeals. “Shiggy!! That’s an awesome idea! Wait here!” and with that she rushes out to go get her charging phone.

Taking the silence as not knowing what to do next twice hopped on the opportunity to start freaking out. “SHE HAS A BROTHER?????? Calm the fuck down.”

The others left the anxious man to it, Dabi turning to Tomura in annoyance. “Why exactly are we really going to visit this ‘brother’ of hers? Didn’t take you for the… Visiting family type.”

Tomura hums going back to his own switch, right hand twitch then lightly rubbing his jaw after a look from Kurogiri.

“I’m not. But we are in need of more members, even if quirkless this brother could still be of use to us.” Tomura notes, eyes on the screen. “Plus I’m bored and seeing Toga around a male she hasn’t tried to kill sounds like a fun side quest.”

Letting out a tsk, Dabi looked over to the still freaking out twice but kept his response to himself. It’s not like he had any work to do right away. Taking out his phone he texts his pesky bird he’ll be gone for a bit. They were going to need some new casual clothes.

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It was always blissfully quiet during this time of day. The countryside is rather peaceful compared to the city side. Which is probably why he was sent here to begin with. But he wouldn’t complain much, after all the house he got was pretty sweet.

A two story cottage house surrounded by a cute metal fence, with its own large front and back garden. The woods not far from the back and not long after his first stay did he find an outdoor onsen.

At 11 am on the clock it was like the world at large was napping. With the warm summer air and singing from restless cicadas. Michi hummed softly as he finished up cleaning and airing out his decent size collage home. He made his way outside to go water the front garden excitedly.

“It’s been awhile since Himi-chan came to visit, and with some friends.” Michi mumbles to him and his plants. The heat may be getting to him a bit but he was wearing the lightest clothes he had; well that wasn’t underwear. A loose soft blue tank top and patterned pineapple swim trunks.

Losing himself in thoughts of what they could be like and when to start lunch, Michi didn’t notice time passing till he heard the distant sounds of a vehicle coming from down the road. Hearing the vehicle stop snaps him out of it, curiously hearing what seems to be the tail ends of an argument.

“I told you taking the left turn would get us here! Now we’re late!”

“Stop yelling at kuro, he was just following the gps.”

“Why!? I know-”

“Toga?”

Peeking over the front hedge, Michi sucks in an excited breath completely zoning in on Toga as soon as he sees her. “TOTO-NEE” he shouts, racing over and lifting her up into a tight hug laughing.

He obviously startled her but just as quickly she hugged back hard, laughing for once in absolute happiness that didn’t involve killing someone.

While talking her up and after seeing how big she’s grown, Michi kept an eye on her group of friends. The first to grab his attention being a tall seemingly male with mists as their head and hands, dressed in a full on casual suit.

A flag pops into Michi’s head, then even more as he continues looking over the others; taking mental notes.

‘Mist form- cloud quirk? teleportation?, Casual suit. Most wary of.

Stables and burnt skin- fire quirk, sleeveless jacket and leather pants. Could be a problem

Full on mask, white t-shirt and jean jacket- unknown quirk, maybe face related. Super suspicious.

Dry skin and specialty gloves- touch related quirk?, Black shirt and long red coat (little red riding hood), not immediately suspicious but still be wary’

Smoothly Michi turned his full attention back to Toga. He really did miss her a lot, seeing her in person was a bit of a shock. Not wanting to go down that depressing road he grins and squishes Togas cheeks. Toga squawks and pouts flailing her arms in protest but he can hear the laughter in her tone. “Mimiiiiiiii!!!!”

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It was weird. The boys all mentally agreed. Seeing toga act like a ‘normal’ girl was fucking weird. And her brother seemed so normal in comparison. 5’7 with lean muscle, dark skin, familiar ash blonde hair and yellow eyes. No hints of underline bloodlust or killing intent.

There was nothing about this brother that hinted that he’s even been to the city. A sort of country bumpkin aura too him. His posture was relaxed, open and easy to read. His attention was so focused on Toga, that they each weren’t sure if the man noticed them just standing there with their luggage.

“Oh! Is this them?” Michi asks, finally turning his head in their direction. Away from a pouting Toga who clung to his arm. Giving the boys a soft welcoming smile.

'Oblivious.’ They each thought, with the way this man was acting he had no clue that they were real villains. Michi figured it out as soon as he hugged toga immediately and smelled fresh blood on her sweater. Finally Kurogiri and Tomura stepped forward with a slight bow, establishing to the blonde who the leaders of the group were. “My name is Tomura, this is Kurogiri, Dabi, and Twice.”

Dabi and twice stepping forward to show who was who. Twice going a bit extra by giving Michi an awkward deep bow. while Dabi’s blank stare was dripping with mischief, Toga gave him a smile full of warnings.

Michi chuckled, raising an eyebrow at the whole thing. Waiting till toga excitedly let go, running to the house. Michi hums and just for a second gave each and every one of them a calculated look. Immediately the boys tense surprised by the change of atmosphere.

“Michi Toga. I do hope you all have been taking good care of my big sister, I wouldn’t want this ‘vacation’ of yours to end with me draining you dry.”

Given how Toga’s quirk works, they all can guess what type of threat the man was making. Tomura looked unbothered but he was standing up straighter, Kurogiri stepped a bit more in front of Tomura. Dabi’s eyes narrowed and Twice looked between the 4 staring down each other.

“Michi- chan give me a tour!!” Hearing that Michi sighed playfully exasperated. Turning and starts heading towards the house. “Come on boys, you all can get settled while I start on dinner.” Inwardly he smirks ‘cute.’ leaving them to their thoughts.

“We’re screwed. Who does that quirkless asshole think he is. Do you think he’s onto us?” Twice asks as if that wasn’t obvious enough.

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heh this took longer than I expected, writing these characters verses imagining the prompt is definitely a fun challenge. So is going from docs to tumblr, the sync is weirdddd

Anyway Part 2 is in the future but so is a brewing male reader x hawks prompt.

Edit: Lmaooo sure hun sure

#x male reader #male reader #bnha x male reader #bnha x oc

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keysmashhhhhhhh · 1 year ago

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I can't fit the whole story in the tags so it's going here. Buckle up folks because I live for retelling my parents story.

OK so my mum finishes uni, decides she can't go back to her boring life in Cornwall so she dumps her boyfriend, packs up all her stuff and takes up a 9 month teaching post in Russia teaching English to Russian kids. There she gets into all sorts of shenanigans including a party at the Kazakhstan embassy, an infamous chicken incident and that one time she accidently spilt home brewed vodka and it was so toxic it stripped layers of metal off of the sink. Theres an issue with the building shes living in so she ends up relocating and has to move in with another one of the teachers, we'll call her R. Anyways she's living it up in Russia meanwhile my dad is stuck in a job he hates in Glasgow working for BT (which he only got through nepotism) but he's super into computers, super nerdy and has lots of similar friends including one guy, we'll call G. Mum and R's teaching post ends in Russia and they both go back to the UK with a deal that the first one of them to get a job in London will move there and they'll both live together, R gets the job so my mum once again leaves Cornwall for London. Back to Dad, he's still stuck in Scotland but his friend G has just met a really nice girl in London none other than R! So they meet, fall in love and decide to get married. At this wedding my mum and dad meet for the first time but it's not the love at first sight you'd think because THEY HATED EACH OTHER. Basically R and G thought they'd be perfect for each other, both a bit weird, edgy and interested in the same music so R and G tried EVERYTHING to set my parents up at the wedding, making them sit next to each other. But my parents, both happily single, didn't want to be set up so they pointedly ignored each other. According to my dad his first impression of my mum was "big hat" and according to my mum she was so drunk that day she doesn't remember meeting him at all. So yeah not the ideal first meeting BUT the day after the wedding R and G decide to go to the pub with their closest friends including my mum and dad. There my mum and dad kind of meet each other properly you know outside of the context of being set up and realise they do get on well, they can both drink a lot and they have similar taste in music and they kind of liked each other. BUT they live in completely different ends of the country it'll never work out, right? Well they swap emails and stay in touch, including a cute month of playing virtual poo sticks together (awwww) anyways my mum visits Scotland for a weekend, my dad comes down to London and eventually they decide my dad should just move in permanently. So my dad moves in with my mum, her sister and my mum's ex boyfriend (yikes) in London, all sorts happen lots of stores I've heard from parties they hosted. Anyways this is kind of the sad bit, my mums sister gets cancer and after a year of pretty horrible suffering she dies, instead of running out my dad sticks my mum (who he's only known for less than a year) because he's a lovely person. Then less than a year later my mum's dad dies of cancer, and my dad again supports her and is just generally a good person where most people would have freaked out. After they've been through all that they decide to get married, according to them they always say they got all the hard stuff out the way in the first 2 years of the relationship so anything they face now is pretty insignificant to the pain they faced then. So yeah that's their story I love it so much because its literally enemies to lovers, plus it just makes me so happy to retell it because at least in my friend group, my parents are one of the few still together, and people always ask me how they do it. :)

I watched When Harry Met Sally yesterday so now I'm curious how everyone's parents met. Any and all stories are welcome!

#Sorry for the INCREDIBLY long post i just love this story #i couldnt even fit it in the tags it was so long!

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renegadepack · 2 years ago

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when writing “beautifully happy & painless romantic,” one of my favorite parts was imagining where the members of the pack were in their lives. as it wasn’t the focus of the fic, i didn’t dive too much into the details. but i do what i want and really love thinking about it (plus i’m always down for more pack content) so i’m beginning to write longer pieces focusing on each of the members. here’s seth’s.

As long as he could remember, Seth wanted to be a teacher. From the start, he loved school, loved learning. When he phased and was told he would have to drop out, he hated hearing it as much as Sam hated telling him. But there’s not much use in dwelling on what you can’t change, so he did his best to keep up with everyone. He knew eventually he would find his way back.

Months later, everything tentatively seemed safe. They would always need protectors, but two large packs wasn’t necessary anymore. And Jacob knew Seth didn’t want this, not really. It was an order he was only too happy to give; Seth had to stay home and go back to school. Someone had to be the brains of this generation. And as one who could always stay positive, upbeat, he was one of the first to have full control. The worry was always possible, but no longer probable.

Even with all of…everything, Seth was able to catch up and graduate on time. He spent a lot of time towards the end of his senior year applying to schools, researching the ones nearby that had good teaching programs. He landed on one in Seattle, refusing to go too far away. And of course, Leah was happy to make some room for him in her apartment in the city. After so much time together as a pack, they had missed each other a ton when Leah moved away. She was only too happy to have her brother back, even if she tried to hide it.

To no one’s surprise, Seth loved college. He fit right in; adjusted well. Being in an environment where all he had to do was meet people and learn was right up his alley. He loved his classes; always gushing to Leah whenever they both had time to grab a meal together. Through clubs, classes, bumping into people in the cafeteria or at the library, Seth found plenty of friends as well.

Five weeks in, he finally was able to go to a meeting of the Educator’s Club. It was a club on campus for everyone in the teaching program, regardless of subject. He hadn’t narrowed down his focus yet, and was hoping the club could help him figure it out. Plus, knowing more people in his major couldn’t hurt. But it was so much better when he walked in and saw a face he hadn’t seen in ten years.

As a child, Seth’s best friend had been a girl named Violet. From their first meeting at nearly a year old, to when Violet’s family had to move across the country, they had been inseparable. And as unfortunately almost always happens, they had lost touch over the years. But now, ten years later, they were in the same room again. And this time, they wouldn’t lose touch.

They quickly became close again, almost like no time had passed. She slid right back into Seth’s life, and he into hers. And then at a party, she leaned over to kiss him and the rest was history. A few years later, with hiring letters from the same school and Seth down on one knee at their graduation, they were ready to start their lives together.

It was easy for Seth to settle back into life in La Push, especially with Violet by his side. Sue came by for visits, and they swung by his childhood home. Violet remembered more than she thought, although it was different now. He kept friends with the old pack, laughing about past adventures and thinking to the future. He had grown up surrounded by love, and he wanted that for his kids. He couldn’t wait to have a big family.

So it was perfect when late one night, Violet had some great news for him, and a slight need for a bigger house.

full fic // jacob // sam & emily // leah

more fic // request fic

#seth clearwater #twilight #twilight fanfic #twilight headcanons #tts #ttsfanfic #twilightfanfic #twilightfic #renegadefic

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lonely-lost-soul · 4 years ago

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Slumber Party

Request 4: C!Ranboo and his best friend just having a calm like self-care sort of night? Like just some fluffy friendly content- maybe the reader playing with his hair? 🥺 I thrive on platonic content so so much

Requested By: Anonymous

(PLATONIC!Ranboo x Reader)

I felt like this one was better written in HeadCannon style hope that’s okay!

Marching through the Tundra the snow crunched under your feet, this was the first time you had made the journey out to visit Ranboo.

You two had been inseparable since he came to the country of New L’manburg, Tubbo had introduced the both of you and you were attached at the hip ever since. You were one of the first names under the best friends category in his memory book and you had a locket with his face inside it labeled best friend.

So it was only natural that he had made sure you were the first person who had direct permission from Technoblade to be on his property.

The pigman had warmed up to you surprisingly quickly, mainly because you had brought him a housewarming gift.

(The gift in question was some of your world-famous homemade mashed potatoes)

He took it stiffly and gruffly, turning away from the both of you to walk back towards his house.

Ranboo rushed to assure you that, that’s what he does when he appreciates something.

You chose to ignore the weird reaction in favor of following Ranboo to his home.

Ranboo’s pets remembered you and it was a joyful reunion between all of them. It ended in many snuggles and pets from both parties.

Eventually, Ranboo suggested you both move away from the pets and do something more fun. Mainly he wanted to officially show off his new powers to you, keeping them a secret had been immensely challenging.

The both of you sat across from one another on the floor, in front of you he placed a grass block.

“Ready?”

“Considering I don’t know what you’re doing sure.”

You almost screamed when he broke the grass and it was still...well grass.

“Do it again! Can you do it to other blocks or just dirt? What else can you pick up?

He couldn’t help but preen at all the praise and you were happy to dish out the compliments.

Ranboo explained how he went around with Techno to do some little experiments with what he could pick up.

You could care less about the spawners but the cake was another story. You made him pick it up about five times, eyes sparkling about unlimited cake.

Finally, to distract you away from the cake he asked how you were doing living with Tubbo in Snowchester.

“The nukes freak me out a little but other than that it’s peaceful. Tubbo and Jack’s shenanigans are super entertaining, I love living by Charlie! His puns make me laugh and he feels like he’s having a permanent mental breakdown. Which is again, very entertaining.”

Ranboo gave a soft chuckle, “Yeah I mean understandable whenever I visit there’s certainly never a dull moment.”

The only thing that did worry you was how weird Jack Manifold was being around Tommy. There was just a weird vibe you couldn’t quite put your finger on and Ranboo frowned in distaste. He felt it too.

However, today was a good day. No sad or worrying thoughts and certainly no dwelling on business that wasn’t either of your own.

Ranboo watched your brow crease in worry and immediately wanted to steer your thoughts away from any negativity.

RANBOO SAYS THERE’S NO SADNESS ALLOWED IN HIS HOUSE UNLESS IT’S HIS OWN

“You wanna braid my hair?” He ended up blurting and watched you blink in surprise your sadness fading away and it was replaced with a look of confusion.

“Is...Is it long enough?” You tilted your head to the side, now officially eyeing his multicolored hair.

“I don’t know...You wanna try?”

“Yeah! Totally!” You chirped as he nodded, you both moved to shift into a more comfortable position. He sat in front of you, you could barely see over his shoulder to even reach his hair you had to sit up on your knees.

“Hold it!” Ranboo paused turning to look over his shoulder, “put a pillow down.” He mama henned you, “you’re gonna bruise your knees.”

You grabbed a pillow with an eye roll and put it beneath your knees as he instructed.

You gently put your crown off his head and placed it on your own, you began to run your fingers through his hair.

How was it so soft? It’s way softer than yours! That’s not fair!

Ranboo felt you huff against him, and he smirked to himself but his face immediately melted into a relaxed expression as you ran your fingers through it.

You began to softly braid the strands of hair, waiting curiously as the stray stands of white and black got intermixed with one another.

You ended up making two small pigtail braids and tying the ends with rubber bands to make them stay in place. You had placed his crown back on his head and smirked proudly.

He turned to face you and your smirk turned into a proud grin,

“How’s it looking?”

“You look amazing. I’m amazing, the talent I have is immense.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” He declared moving over to look in the mirror, he had to admit you didn’t do a terrible job at all.

He turned back to face you and declared it was your turn for him to play with your hair.

So the both of you switched positions, you sitting comfortably in between his legs as he brushed his fingers through your hair.

In the end, Ranboo couldn’t figure out how to do anything other than put it in a small ponytail.

You snickered at his misfortune but assured you loved the new hairstyle and decided you’d wear it for the remainder of the night.

“You don’t have to.” Ranboo sighed shoulders slumping forward, “your hair will only get tangled-”

“Too late I’m wearing it all night and you can’t stop me.”

“(Y/n) please.”

“Never. It’s my new style now, permanent hair doo.”

“Please no.”

An idea struck you suddenly declaring the both of you make the night a self-care experience

Ranboo had no idea what that meant but decided he’d follow your lead.

You snickered, he had no idea what he was in for, you told him to give you five minutes and everything would make sense.

Unfortunately due to his Enderman traits, Ranboo would experience the warm water of a pedicure so you’d make due.

You came back arms full of the so-called self-care supplies you’d mentioned earlier.

The first thing you declared that you were going to paint his nails, you demanded he picks the colors he wanted and he hesitantly picked out a soft red color.

You painted his claws swiftly, he adored it immediately seeing the first nail completed.

Once all of his nails were finished he held his hands out and wiggled his fingers, his eyes lighting up in childlike wonder.

“Let’s do more self-care. Right now!”

You laughed happily and promised him there was more to come, and not to worry.

Eventually, the sun began to set over the hills and both of you were clad in a face mask, cucumbers sitting atop both your eyes.

You were sipping a strawberry smoothie, and Ranboo was sipping on peanut butter and banana.

“Can we get Tubbo in on this next time? He seems like he needs it.” Ranboo asked suddenly a cucumber sliding off his eye to stare at you. You looked back at him with a hum,

“Absolutely. Maybe Tommy can come too.”

“This is why you’re the smart friend.” He complimented, “Although we couldn’t have it here for reasons that look like a half pigman.”

“That’s alright my house is big enough to fit everyone. Plus I have more self-care stuff there anyway.” You turned to face him this time popping off the cucumbers on your own eyes yourself,

“I’ll tell Tubbo and you find Tommy?” Ranboo hummed, “Does next weekend work for you?”

“I do nothing like all the time so yes. It works.”

“How do you stay away from everything, all the drama, and the fighting?”

“I only talk to like three people,” You let out a small laugh rubbing the back of your neck, “Can’t get into drama and wars when you’re barely noticed.” Ranboo frowned a little nudging you with his arm,

“First of all, you are noticed. Whenever I gush about you everyone knows who I’m talking about,” He watched you flush a little at the inclination that he talks about you, “Second I will not have my friends talking bad about themselves or they’ll have to fight me.” You gave a little laugh and Ranboo held up his fists, “I’m gonna fight those negative thoughts.”

“My hero,” You cooed holding your hands to your chest and he smiled fondly at you.

“Plus staying drama and war-free means you’re safe and that’s what’s important.”

“But I want you safe too.”

“I… trust me.” He lied and you could tell there was something he wasn’t telling you but you knew Ranboo and it wasn’t good to press the boy, so for now...you let it go.

“You know I do, always will Boo.” You rest your head on his shoulder and he let you snuggle up close to him, he rested his chin on top of your hair. “Just don’t get hurt okay, I need you in my life.”

“I don’t plan on leaving you behind. Don’t worry.” Ranboo promised and watched as you held out your pinky towards him.

“Pinky promise,” you whispered and he melted,

“Promise.” He interlocked his long pinky finger with your own, from that moment on he knew he had made the right choice to join the Syndicate. He wanted to protect you, and being apart of the Syndicate would certainly allow him to do so, he had to fight to protect the ones he loved. Tubbo, Micheal, and you...he’d go against the world for them, even with his memory problems and his Enderwalking his only goal was to protect his friends, and that’s what he was going to do even if it killed him.

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sanghyukstattoos · 4 years ago

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Care

Summary: Almost any day now.

Genre: crime au; fluff-fluff; smut-smut-smut (spanking and submissive behaviour, amongst others)

Characters: B.I I Kim Hanbin x reader x Bobby I Kim Jiwon

A/N: None of the images in the collage are mine, please refer to here for more; For SF9 writings, read here and for iKON, read here~~

The place is a motel, straight out of an American movie. You would not see a place like this anywhere else in the world, or even visit one for that matter. But he had insisted. He brought you here, on a whim, spontaneously. The bed is fine, less than clean but not dirty either. Upon first glance, the place is retro. ''Out of an American movie'', you had said out loud. He chuckled, ''I guess it is.''

Now he is balls deep in you. Caressing your side, in a soothing manner, soothing your cries and whimpers because of the stretch he causes. But it's more than that. The cries of his name that fall from your lips is because of how he pleasures you. Surges of arousal rocks you to and from. With every touch he fills you.

Hot and cavernous are his kisses. You only lean away for breath. Ironic that it has to be something so intimate to occur in such a setting. With every kiss, your hot cries are muffled, like he wants you all to himself. So that no one else can hear you. It is the small space between the two of you, within which all the sounds of resulting pleasure come from, that cultivates such precious memories.

Maybe it was the thrill of running away. From the police you were running, gasping for breath. You wonder if you are going to go to jail. That can not happen. There was conflict of the mind. You were scared, when you were running through the barbed-wired gates but for a brief moment, you looked at the two of them and laughed. Such a weird moment it was; you can't stop thinking about it.

''Let's play some music'' he had said. As he kissed your collarbone and fluttered down your breasts, taking a perk bud into his mouth, hot and heavily, music played through the speaker. In between fast- paced and slow-paced, regular maybe, it played in the background. It was like nature, enough to leave an impression but also enough to pass by.

Hanbin sucked on the skin above your breasts, skirting the area with the warm touch of his lips, his mouth doing it's dirty work. He loves tasting you, the smell of your skin would embrace him too, in this act. Without Jiwon. The atmosphere is different, more serious. With Jiwon it would be light, some jokes would be thrown around. Where is Jiwon?

Out taking a risk. He could be caught. You and Hanbin are here, without a care in the world. Finish what you start. A couple of thoughts are involved in this. He absolutely needs to be naked with you, to let go of all his worries. Motivated by his concerns about the three of you getting caught by the police? High off adrenaline? Whatever it is, you push him on his back, straddling him with a bright smile.

Moans and groans ensue from the man underneath you, whose chest you have your hands roam on, freely. Exploring. Your mouth falls open, jaw slacks when you sink onto his hard cock, circling your hips. The two of you are way past any concerns at this point. He caresses your backside, kneading the flesh in his hand.

You fall forward, on his chest. He slapped your backside, rather harshly, eliciting a moan from you. Anything he does would be pleasurable to you right now. Not less than twenty minutes later, Jiwon comes back. Flash of fear radiates throughout your chest. Your first instinct is to freeze but Hanbin's isn't. He covers you with his body, shielding you from view.

You look like you are caught. You can not see much but you relax. It's Jiwon's chuckle, ''You guys are doing this? Go on, it's not like I haven't seen her naked before.''. You mumble something for Jiwon to shut up, which he laughs at, ruffling your hair before dropping off the groceries on the table.

''Shit you scared me man.'' Hanbin murmurs, ''Plus, we were done, just cuddling.'', he motions, wincing as he slips out of you and into his jeans. You lay on the bed for some time, contemplating, looking outside with your limbs splayed all over the sheets. In a moment, you find them in the bathroom.

Jiwon is freshening up, all his clothes removed, hastily placed on the counter. He only wears his boxers. You grab your shirt from the side, putting it on. Jiwon momentarily loses his train of thought when he glances at you. ''What was I saying? Ah'' was what he said, welcoming you with a hug.

The conversation stops short. He hugs you, in relief, I'm back, so to say. He nuzzles himself in your hair, breathing in the scent of home, what it smells like. Committing it to memory just in case he does not come back anymore. Hanbin looks up from his phone, smiling at the two of you. It can not be the same without either of you or something like that, he thinks.

''What happened?'' you ask in the embrace with Jiwon. It sparks a need from him, he's open to the idea since there's a bed big enough to fit the three of you out there. He needs you, but not now. He has something to tell you first.

''Let's get out of here first.'' he motions to the bed that makes up for most of the room.

Hanbin doesn't say anything, he follows you out into the room. ''We have time, we can stay here for sometime. Unless the two of you want to get out of here, which is perfectly fine by me. Actually, I think we should move.'', Jiwon looks out the room, confirming his idea.

Hanbin seats you in between his legs, his chest touching your back and opposite Jiwon who is close enough to touch your knees. He rubs your sides, blowing out air in nervousness. He tries to keep calm. He can't lose his calm now, especially not in front of the two of you. Shit like that is contagious.

''Where should we move?'' Hanbin asks. This has to be thought out carefully. Choices have to be rationalised right now. The more choices the better, but then it would feel as if it was wrong, like this can't be right.

After that conversation, Jiwon takes the two of you to the pool he found earlier. To relax. You feel that he's doing this because you won't be able to rest, maybe for a really long time. Jiwon thinks hard to himself that he wants the three of you to be together. More peacefully as compared to the situation that you currently are in. Maybe in a foreign country, relaxing on the beachside, something like that.

He'll make sure that it happens, just the three of you. He knows that you aren't one for settling down but it's better than going to jail. That's how it is at this point. Alone would endanger you with no help and three is a support but easy to pick off when together. Stuck. Perception?.

He's on the other side of the pool, waddling his legs and leaning against the granite wall. The pool is blue, brightly so. Sun shines throughout the whole area. Hanbin is at the opposite end; you are swimming towards Jiwon. You took off your t-shirt earlier. You are naked right now. What can Jiwon do?. He knows that this was perfect.

Jiwon reaches out for you as do you for him. He switches so that it's you against the wall. You already know how this will play out. But every time is a new experience. Of experience but new? Fresh is the optimal word. You kiss him lightly, giggling some and laughing some.

He reached for your sex, easing a finger or two in without warning. His groin stirs at the scenario. You were already wet from having sex with Hanbin, he had eased you up. But like this? You must have been ready for a second round. You would have done so if Jiwon hadn't come back then.

If he was more than a second late, he would have seen Hanbin ramming your pretty ass into the creaking bed, without a care that the bed should be intact because it's the only one you have. For three people. He could have joined in. But now he had you all to himself. He turns you around, telling you to place your hands on the wall.

You do so excitedly, he can see the flush on your cheeks at his suggestion. ''From the back?'', you ask even though you know. He hums, placing a kiss on your neck, pumping himself a few times before he sinks into your warmth. God, it is glorious. He is lost for words. The feeling of relief after a long day spent running and what not. He always had the energy to do this with you.

He rocks you against the edge of the pool, shifting the water in waves. Hanbin doesn't watch for the first half, but he can hear. And his cock grows hard when he hears. Especially what you say about Jiwon's dick and how it is like an intrusion between your legs. Fuck, he thinks. You cry out in pleasure, like you had moments ago, cutting off your speech short.

It is how hard you were holding onto the edge, grasping the granite, moaning out like the mess you were. Jiwon noticed the red print, like a shake darker than it should have been. The mark on your backside, made by Hanbin. He grits his teeth at that instant. He pulls you back by the neck, asking, ''What were you and Hanbin up to when I was gone huh?''.

His tone is punishing and you know where this is going. You are about to love this. He takes your silence as disobedience. He lets go of your neck, letting you fall back to the edges. Jiwon forces you straight when he fists your hair, printing your backside red. Tears rim your eyes. You will find it hard to sit afterwards.

Jiwon is angry. Unsuccessfully, he had pushed it away earlier. By going out, he was risking his life, your relationship. He could have been caught. But he walked in to see the two of you having the time of your life, of course, it angered him. And this is how it was coming out. Frustration.

He hits till you cry out for him to stop. He goes much more slowly then. He caresses your tummy, avoiding your sore spot altogether, asking, ''You okay? Do you want me to stop?''. You sniff, finding him peering at you with those inquisitive eyes, always inquisitive.

You disagree and he continues on, till he rips your release out of you. Before you can slump, Hanbin catches you, sliding in front of you. You lean on his chest. Jiwon kisses you, leaving the pool. You pull him back, ''Where are you going?''. He kisses your hand, meeting your smile, ''I'll be back.''.

You are a little tired, not by much. Hanbin holds you till Jiwon comes back, with a bottle of lube and a condom. ''Huh?'' you murmur, realising that you are not done, at least not yet. Jiwon slips back into the pool, the warm body of water enveloping his figure.

Two different people, two different scenarios. Perhaps not all the resources are available but you have time. Enough to let both of them fill you up before you leave for the open road.

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thesorcerersapprenticeu · 18 days ago

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Chapter 11: It Comes Back to You

Now the time has finally come, you're back.

The once shy little boy who lived in the underworld with Vander and the others. But you are no longer that, a figure filled with guilt, consequences of his actions and a mixture of everything bad.

But now with magic, a part of the Corpse and more knowledge so far.

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Here I am again! Even with a double update!

I hope the hype from Season Two (which I still haven't seen) isn't over yet, because now it's really starting with this story!

Have fun reading!

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"A ticket for the Progress Day."

So there you were.

It felt like half a lifetime, and yet it had only been five years. Five years since that day that ended your old life, three years since you had found a home - or at least a place - with Singed.