#rip your dashes from all my screaming. it will happen again....

[cosmic-ships]

Okay...oooookaaayyyy I promise I'm shutting my annoying ass up and going to sleep now. Its 1am ;^;

[wandaslittlebird]

i had a thought of where wanda / step mom wanda comforts reader after a bad day and a lot angst and fluff too

Fairytale

Stepmom!Wanda x Reader

CW: Stepmom/Stepdaughter, themes of depression, spoilers for the Disney movie Tangled (??)

Word Count: 2k (whoops this was supposed to be a drabble. Whatever.)

A/N: Thank you for the request! This takes place when R was 18 before she left for school, so a prequel to the main story.

A/N: This is far from my best work, but I still had kinda a cute idea.

It was pouring when you finally got home from work. You walked into the house in your uniform, soaked from the rain.

You saw Wanda in the kitchen, fixing dinner. She’s a wonderful cook, but in your current state the food made your stomach turn. You felt nauseous. You hadn’t eaten all day at work, but you still couldn’t imagine eating anything.

Your dad was at the table reading a newspaper. He didn’t acknowledge you’d come home.

“Hey, little love!” Wanda chimed excitedly, but her face falls when her eyes meet yours. You looked terrible, eyes sunken in, dark with exhaustion. You couldn’t even bring yourself to give her a smile. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

You didn’t respond, trying to escape to the privacy of your bedroom before the emotions of the day spilled out of you. You dashed up the stairs.

Your dad set down his newspaper with a frustrated thud. He moved to get up and reprimand you for ignoring your stepmother, but Wanda stopped him.

“Vis, you just make sure my pasta doesn’t burn. I’ll take care of it.”

————

She found you in your room, curled up in the center of the bed. You were still wearing your wet and dirty work clothes, but you’d thrown on one of Wanda’s hoodie. It practically swallowed you with how big it was. The sight melted Wanda’s heart.

“Sweetheart?” She called into the room. You turned over in bed, hiding your face in the hoodie. She came to sit next to on the bed, rubbing gentle circles on the back you’d turned on her. She could feel then that you were crying. You were silent, but she could feel the erratic way you were breathing as your chest heaved. “What’s wrong, baby? It’s okay. Mama’s here. Mama’s got you honey. Just tell me what’s wrong.”

“I don’t know,” you cried weakly. “I don’t know what’s wrong. It’s just… everyday is like this. I just wake up with this feeling of despair, and then I go to work and everything is so loud and there’s too many smells and I have to pretend to be happy while I make everyone’s coffee, but I’m just so so tired. I feel like my mind and body are screaming and crying for someone to help me, but this is just my life and no one is coming to save me.”

Wanda pulled you into her lap, not caring that you were still soaking wet. She shushed your cries and rocked you back and forth, letting you ramble and sob into her arms. She tucked your wet hair under her chin, pulling you to her chest so you could feel the gentle beating of her heart. “Shhshsh, let it all out honey. You’re home now. Mama’s got you.”

“All I can do is escape to this white knight fairytale where things are different, and I have friends again, and I don’t have to go on like this. But I’m just being repeatedly ripped out of that fairytale and pulled back into this awful reality I have no choice but to live in. I’m a high school drop out, all my friends left me, I hate my job but I’m just going to hate any job that takes up so much of my time. I can pretend all I want that things are or will be different but this is real life and I’m miserable! I’m miserable and I’m going to be like this until I die!” You sobbed, breathlessly heaving into Wanda’s chest.

Wanda felt her heart shatter into a million pieces. She wished she could be your white knight, take you somewhere far away where you didn’t have to worry about all of the awful things happening in your life. She couldn’t imagine what your situation must feel like right now, hopelessly trying to claw your way out of a well you’re stuck at the bottom of. There were things she was working with you on. You were going to get your GED at the end of the year, but it was still going to be another year before you could even start applying to colleges. The road was going to be long, but she was confident you’d pull through.

That wasn’t what you needed right now, though. You didn’t need to hear her say that just maybe, in a whole two years, you might be able to get your life back on track. You needed something now. You needed something to get you through the night.

“How about this,” she proposed, holding your teary face in her hands. “You take a nice warm shower and get all nice and clean while I go downstairs and finish dinner for your dad and the boys. And then I’ll come back up here with some mac and cheese and some chicken nuggets and we have a special girls’ night?”

You sniffled hesitantly, unsure if you could handle it all: the shower, the food, the company. But in the end, you nodded. Your only other option was to sit in here, alone, withering away in your cold work uniform.

“That’s my sweet girl,” she cooed, pinching you lightly on the cheek. “I’ll pick out some pjs for you and get your water running. One step at a time, angel. I know it’s hard, but you can do this.” She gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, and walked off to start your shower.

It felt insurmountable, but you got up, washed yourself off in the shower, and dried off before putting on the pajamas Wanda set out for you. On top, there was a fresh one of her sweatshirts for you to wear. You threw it on, inhaling her sweet scent with your arms up to your nose. You made your way back into your bedroom.

Within five minutes of you getting back, Wanda came knocking on your door with some mac and cheese and microwave chicken nuggets. Your stomach turned at the sight of the food. Even your safest meal felt nauseating.

“I know you don’t wanna eat, love, but you’ve gotta try and eat at least a little bit for me, okay? We’ll start with two nuggets and half of the mac and cheese,” she says.

You nodded, reluctantly taking the plate and working on your mac and cheese.

“Now, I think it’s time for a movie and some cuddles, don’t you think?” Wanda asked, already setting up the pillows and blankets on the bed. “What would you like to watch?”

You shrugged, unable to think of anything helpful while fighting your stomach for cooperation. “You pick.”

Wanda gave you a soft smile of understanding. She understood the inability to make a decision, and she was more than happy to make one in your stead. She ended up putting Tangled on the small tv in your room.

She sat against your headboard, legs spread and tapped the space in between, welcoming you to sit. When you did, she threw your favorite blanket over your shoulders and set your favorite stuffed animal, Thomas, in your lap. You rested your chin on his head.

“Do you want me to braid your hair like Rapunzel’s?” She asked once you’d gotten to the hair brushing scene.

You buried your face into Thomas. “I-I didn’t wash it in the shower,” you admitted shamefully. It needed to be washed after being in the rain, but you were out of energy.

“That’s okay,” she assured without judgement, starting a French braid on your dirty, wet hair. “We’ll put some dry shampoo in it in the morning.” She braided your hair with you curled up between her legs, tying it off with a little pink ribbon.

“If I were Rapunzel, I’d let you climb up my hair,” you said when she finished, leaning back against her chest.

She wrapped her arms around your waist, giggling at your silly antidote and kissing the back of your head. “You would?”

You nodded against her shoulder. “Yeah. Not dad though.”

Wanda smiled and giggled again. “You just want your tower to be me and you? No one else?”

You shook your head. “Just me and mama, in our tower together.”

She huffed out a laugh. “Just you and mama in a tower, huh? I can definitely get behind that. What would we do in our tower all day?”

You shrugged. “You could braid my hair, and we could sings songs, read books together, paint the walls, snuggle in our bed. We could do whatever we wanted really.”

She smiled, noting that you had said ‘our bed’, implying your dream castle only had one bed for the two of you to share. “So they would be no one to stop me from doing this?” She turned your head with her hand and placed a gentle kiss to your lips.

You looked at her for just a moment before chasing her lips again. And again. And again.

She giggled. “Okay, honey. That’s enough.” She certainly didn’t mind the kisses, but she knew you’d spend the whole movie kissing her if she let you. And she still had plans.

You curled back up in her lap. Right. You were letting yourself get lost in fairytale again. You weren’t in a tower in the forest with no one else. You were in real life, with your father and step-brothers in the rooms surrounding you. Wanda wasn’t your handsome rogue, she was your stepmother. This wasn’t a quirky pairing between a theft and a princess. This was a disgustingly taboo relationship that would ostracize you from everyone in your life if they found out.

Wanda wrapped her arms back around you, pulling you close. “Hey, princess,” she said, kissing your temple. She sensed your discomfort and could immediately tell what you were thinking. She wanted to stay with you in this fairytale for just a little longer. It couldn’t be forever, of course, but you could play pretend, for now. “We don’t have to leave our tower just yet. We have until morning, just the two of us.”

“M-morning?” You asked. Wanda always had to leave early in the night. She had to go back her room so your dad wouldn’t get suspicious.

She stroked your hair, slicking back the frizzy hairs that escaped your braid. “I told your dad that you’re not feeling well and I was gonna stay in here tonight.” She pointed to the packed air mattress on the floor. She had no plans of sleeping on it, of course, but she needed to make the lie believable.

You looked at her with wide teary eyes, unable to believe she’d do such kind thing for you, even when the risk of it was so high. She just returned the look with a soft smile and redirected your attention to the movie.

The movie was nearing the end, specifically when they finally get to see the lanterns and light on of their own. Wanda leaned forward and kissed your neck, using her hand to direct your head up to the ceiling. She turned on the fairy lights that lined the ceiling. They’d been there since you were a teenager, but you never turned them on. Most days you forgot they were there. She turned them to a setting with a gentle twinkle.

You were so overcome with love, you flipped yourself around in her lap so you were straddling her legs and wrapping your arms loosely around her neck. You felt like your entire body was buzzing with electricity when she pulled you down by the back of your neck into a kiss. A real kiss this time, not just the pecks she was giving you earlier. You whimpered against her lips.

“Shh, angel,” she whispered against you, advising you to quiet down before she had to stop. You slipped your hands under the hem of her shirt, tugging on it in a silent request. “Sweetheart, we can’t…” she said sadly but firmly. There was no way she could fuck you while everyone else was still home, no matter how badly she wanted to.

“I know,” you assured. “I don’t want to. Just let me feel you. Please.”

She looked in your pleading eyes, now twinkling in the fairy lights. She sighed. She couldn’t deny you anything. She slipped the shirt off over her head, leaving her bare under you.

You smiled, lying down on top of her and rubbing your face against her soft exposed skin. She smiled down at you, affectionately wrapping her arms around you to rub your back.

“I love you, mama,” you said, nuzzling your face into her chest with the first genuine smile you’ve had all day.

“I love you too, baby,” she said, squeezing you into her and kissing the top of your head. She couldn’t fix everything for you, but, when you needed it most, she could give you your fairytale.

[yayakoishii]

Childish Mistake | Kalego x Reader

Fandom: Mairimashita! Iruma-kun

Pairing: Naberius Kalego x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Genre/Tags: Fluff, Married Relationship, Memory Loss + Deaging Potion Accident

Summary: You have an accident and end up losing your memory and reverting into your teenage self.

A/n: I'm starting to think that all my fics for this fandom will be spur of the moment, I-got-possessed type of fics lol. I read the Kalego Gaiden and caught up to the manga so, I obviously had to write for him~ I really want to write a teenage Kalego or Balam fic tho! so much fun to write about their Babyls days...

also available on ao3!

"Sensei!!" A shout had you pausing in your steps. You turned around to find a student running to you with a desperate expression and your admonition about running in the hallways died on your lips.

"Is everything okay?" You asked in concern. He stopped just short of bumping into you and panted.

"There's been some disturbance at the Magic Development battler!" He said immediately. "I think one of the potions leaked and students have become all aggressive. Fights are breaking out!"

"Oh no," you muttered under your breath and immediately dashed to the battler's room. You could make out some of the abnormal class students trying to subdue the aggressive ones; Jazz must have called for help. "Alright, break it off!"

You immediately cast spells to get everyone distanced as you joined the fray. With a snap of your finger, you bound up the students who were trying to lunge at the others again. There was still chaos and shouting and you turned to see the Magic Development battler wailing and getting angry– a lot of the potions and gadgets were now broken and spilled over the floor. You carefully tried to walk around them to where the battler head was but accidentally bumped into a shelf where only one bottle was remaining.

Your eyes widened as you watched the contents spill on top of you in slow motion, your reflexes only fast enough to close your eyes in time so that it wouldn't blind you.

Excruciating pain ripped through your body and you couldn't help but let out a bloodcurdling scream. It felt like your blood was on fire and like your skin was being stretched taut. You crumpled into yourself, balling up on the floor, too overwhelmed by the pain to heed the concerned shouts of your students as you passed out.

•

Kalego was walking down the hallways to the staff room when he heard the commotion coming from the Magic Development battler. A scream he had never heard before pierced the corridors and he immediately rushed over; he had never heard it before but it still sounded familiar. There were students shouting and he parted them with a wave of his hand, trying to get to the centre of the commotion.

The purple haired teacher was shocked to find you lying on the floor. Well… ‘you’ was a bit of a stretch. Because the one lying unconscious on the floor was not the you he talked to, but the you from your teenage, when you both attended Babyls as students. You had somehow reverted to that age and Kalego was glaring at the students in a silent question.

Everyone seemed relieved that he was here (a first, he mused) but it took a few minutes for them to properly tell him what the hell had happened. Kalego sighed and immediately called for more teachers to take care of the affected and bound students. He himself made his way over to your unconscious body and started to pick you up so he could take you to the infirmary but the moment he touched you, you woke up with a loud gasp.

Kalego froze and looked at you, finding it strange to look at your younger self. Your wide eyes were still the same and yet, teenage you somehow seemed more brighter and innocent. Like you had yet to see the horrors of the world.

"What's your name?" Kalego asked immediately in lieu of checking your memory after he had helped you sit up. You cocked your head at him, staring unblinkingly. He waited for a few seconds but you didn't respond. "Can you hear me? Can you talk?"

"Uh, yeah," you nodded and blinked, cheeks flushing. It did not go amiss by Kalego, who only now remembered something you had told him a long, long time ago. "I'm (y/n). What's, what's your name, mister?"

Kalego could feel the silent stares from the students all around him and decided that he needed them gone.

"Alright, get out of here," he shot everyone a glare and most of them scampered off, not wanting to bring on the wrath of the guard dog of Babyls. The Abnormal class stayed behind but Kalego glared at them too. "You won't get a special warning. Leave."

They were hesitant but agreed to leave only after Iruma asked, "Will she be fine? Can you fix this?" and Kalego had answered an unwilling "Yes." It appeased them for now and they left him alone with you, who were looking at everything in curiosity.

"List everything you can remember and are aware of," Kalego said immediately, not bothering to get up from where he was crouched next to you. You immediately straightened up at his commanding tone.

"My name is (l/n) (y/n), 16 years old, student at Babyls," you said quickly, eyes flashing over your surroundings. "You are… Naberius Kalego. Last thing I remember is watching my juniors' Harvest Festival before going to sleep. Judging by my surroundings, I'm guessing I am currently at Babyls but… this is an unfamiliar Babyls. I have probably lost a lot of my memory if I'm correct in my assumption."

"Yeah, it's a lot," Kalego sighed and stood up, offering his hand to you. Your eyes flicked to the hand and you blushed even more furiously. Now was not the time but Kalego couldn't help but be pleased at how flustered you were getting around him. You had told him long back when you got together that you had had a crush on him since your school days. He had only nodded and moved on but now. Now he could see its effect in action.

"Thank you," you took the hand and stood up. You followed him and Kalego could see you glancing at him with awestruck eyes as you walked.

"Is there something on my face, (l/n)?" He asked calmly, enjoying this. It had been years since he had called you by that name. It wasn't even your name anymore.

Your excited smile dropped immediately at his question and you looked heartbroken. It made him pause. Kalego hadn't noticed you in school days much. In fact, when you joined as a teacher, he just remembered you by virtue of you being one of the top scorers during your years. He hadn't got to see your younger face much and unexpectedly, he had the chance now– yet he had somehow made you sad.

"What's wrong?" He asked, failing to hide his concern. He wouldn't let it slip to anyone but you… you were different. He could let it slip because you would never tease him. You huffed and looked away, pouting.

"I don't know, Naberius," you bit back. Kalego had to bite down a smile threatening to pop up on his face. If only you knew that you were Naberius too. "I'm not stupid. I can tell that you're all grown up. You look pretty much the same. I can hazard a guess that I probably fulfilled my dream of becoming a teacher at Babyls too."

"What's the problem then?" He asked as the two of you started walking again. The infirmary was close now.

"I don't know," you said quietly, looking sad. "I thought… I thought we'd be closer now, I guess. I want to befriend you, you know? Ah, I mean, for you, it's probably in the past. I guess I'm just sad that I failed to do it."

"Who says we're not closer?" Kalego asked as he opened the door for you and gestured for you to go in. You went in and shot him another tiny glare. It really was cute.

"You're calling me by my surname," you pointed out. "Not even a bit different from my memories."

"I did that to suit your memories," Kalego answered, moving to the shelf to bring out certain ingredients. A quick and easy recipe to fix the problem at hand. "If you wanted me to call you by your new surname, you could have said that outright."

There was silence in the room as Kalego quietly worked on mixing the antidote. He waited a few minutes but with no response from you, he had to look up. You were staring at the ground in horror, looking absolutely terrified with tears in your eyes. Internally, he wondered how much he had fucked up to see you cry.

You never cried because of him. The only times he saw you crying was during the days leading up to your rare evil cycle. Even when he was mean to you, glared at you, or accidentally said anything hurtful, you had never cried because of him. You had looked sad and always talked it out like a mature adult but, he had forgotten that right now, you were just a teenager.

He was your husband but… he actually had no idea how to comfort you when you were crying. Kalego ditched the antidote to make his way to where you were sitting. He kneeled in front of you and took your hands in his own.

The action startled you and you stared at his hands in amazement.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly. A genuine apology was always a good start whenever he upset you. "I didn't mean to freak you out. I just wanted to tease you a little."

"Telling a 16 year old they're married to someone is cruel, Kalego," you huffed. He raised an eyebrow at the usage of his first name. You looked away, face flushed again. "What? Do I not call you that? What do I call you then? Darling? Love? Here, doggy doggy?"

Kalego's face scrunched up at that last remark and you burst out laughing. He let your hands go but you grabbed his, looking pleased.

"So I was right," you breathed out, looking a little amazed. You could tell from the way he was acting around you, concerned and teasing like he was very familiar with you. "You really… married me?"

"Yes, I had a lapse of judgement five years ago," Kalego stood up but didn't try to get his hands back from you. You tugged him to sit next to you on the bed, eyes still glimmering with excitement. You clearly didn't read into his attempt at seeming nonchalant.

"Shut up!" You beamed, eyes raking over his entire body. "I can't believe I convinced you to marry me. Good job, future me!"

Kalego didn't tell you that you had hardly needed to do any convincing. He was unfortunately quite in love with you. He was the one who had to do the convincing, actually. You had insisted on a romantic proposal and refused him three times before you finally deemed his proposal worthy.

"I can't believe I'm really living my dream life," you couldn't stop smiling, looking absolutely giddy. You had dropped his hands to cup your own face. "I'm sure I tell you this all the time but, you look very hot in your teacher uniform, Kalego."

"You sure got used to saying my first name quickly," he said dryly, trying to switch the topic. It was one thing when you said it to him before dragging him to bed. It was another if you said it in your teenage body with none of your memories. You grinned at his remark.

"I've been preparing for this ever since I met you," you said, a little shy at the sudden confession. Kalego felt like his heart was going to burst if you kept making new admissions to his face. He would never show it to anyone because showing he cared was showing weakness, but damn if he did not love you with every inch of his body. "I… I'm sure the me of your present is living a very happy and satisfied life."

"You are," Kalego smiled softly. You froze at the sight, body shaking in shock at the fact that this older Kalego had just smiled at you. Right. 16 year old you had never been on the receiving end of one of his smiles, right? "I try my best to ensure that."

"I- I see!" You squeaked, face fully red as you tried to hide it. Kalego got up and went back to finish making the antidote. There was silence again for a while before you spoke up. "Are… Are you happy too, Naberius?"

You had switched back to his surname in your nervousness but hearing you say it made him smile. It really had been so long since you had called him by his surname.

"The happiest," he confirmed as he finished making the potion to fix you. He non-verbally cast the spell on it and walked over to you. "I… don't know if I'm doing a good job but, I really try my best to keep you happy."

"You're silly," you smiled at him as you took the potion from him. You smiled down at it, more to yourself than him. "I may not have my memories, but I know I am the happiest too."

With that, you downed the potion in one go. Kalego immediately caught you in his arms as you dropped unconscious and started morphing back to your actual age. In a strange way, today's events had let him meet the you of so many years ago– a side of you he never had the chance to meet.

Even back then, when he hadn't noticed you, you were brilliant, smart and quick to understand your surroundings and yourself. Kalego smiled at the top of your head as he gently picked you up and placed you flat on the infirmary bed.

Today's mistake was unlike you but… that was okay. You weren't perfect and that was fine. As your husband, it was Kalego's job to ensure that you were okay even when you end up accidentally dousing yourself in age-reverting memory potions. Seeing you knocked out like this, trusting him fully, Kalego couldn't help but think. He was the guard dog of Babyls; that was his destined duty from the moment he was born.

But being your protector, your lover, the one who stood by your side– that was his choice.

A duty he was just as happy to fulfil.

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[aziraphales-library]

hello!! i love you all so much (platonic) and appreciate the work you do. do you have any recs where one/both of the ineffable husbands/wives is getting out of a relationship and goes to the other for comfort and maybe realizes they've been in love with them the whole time? thanks so much <333333

Here are some break-up friends-to-lovers fics for you...

I'm All Yours by FeralTuxedo (E)

Anthony J. Crowley knew he looked like a walking mid-life crisis. The tight jeans, half-up bun and sunglasses positively screamed ‘I left my wife for the babysitter and bought a vintage car just to feel alive again.’ In an adaptation of his life, he’d be played by Hugh Grant. He looked like a divorcee desperate for action, and it didn’t help that he was currently standing outside a nightclub surrounded by drunk twenty-year-olds. But Crowley wasn’t here for a good time tonight. He was on a rescue mission. Crowley has been rescuing his friend Aziraphale over and over again for a decade. Hopelessly in love, ready to jump at a moment’s notice when he was needed. When Aziraphale finally breaks up with his partner, Crowley is there to help him through what’s looking to be one hell of a mid-life crisis. Things could finally change. If he manages not to mess it up again. A human AU with a whole forest’s worth of pining squeezed into a single day.

…And They Were Roommates by Mimsynims (E)

“You know… I just remembered that Richard and I were going away for a few days next month.” Something devious came over him. “Richard paid for it, but the booking is in my name.” Crowley quickly caught on to what he was getting at. “Ooh, I see. That’s convenient.” He grinned. “For us." When Aziraphale's boyfriend Richard (Dick) breaks up with him, he and his roommate Crowley hijacks an intended couples' vacation and uses it for themselves. Lines that had started to blur even before their trip gets even more blurry - which perhaps isn't the best thing when both are hiding a crush on the other (and communication isn't their strong suit).

Ezra at the Wedding by tenandi (E)

Ezra's ex is moving on but he's determined to stop the wedding. With his handsome neighbor masquerading as his new love interest, will he win back his true love and rewrite the happy ending he deserves? - Crowley was leaning against the doorframe, obviously hungover and running on about two hours of sleep. A ripped t-shirt hung off one shoulder over a pair of boxers with devil ducks printed all over them. To top it all off, he was wearing black velvet slippers embroidered with his monogram. In any other instance, Ezra would have laughed but he was too busy being wrapped up in his anguish. “What do you want, Crowley?” Ezra fumed. “I am having a moment here!”

You are HoMe (Half of Me) by angelsnuffbox (T)

Aziraphale had gotten dumped, plain and simple. But that small detail wasn’t nearly as important as all the things that happened after he’d gotten dumped - such as coming to a few realisations about his best friend of sixteen years.

Hooped Earrings by OfEden (E)

After 29 years Azira comes out. While her family and ex boyfriend don't support her, her life long best friend is there by her side every step of the way.

Crawling Back To You by madrabbitwrites (NR)

College-age Aziraphale pushed his closest friend away and moved out of town with his married Literature professor in a panicked attempt at escaping his family’s rampant homophobia. Years later, devastated by a dreadful break-up, he’s returned to his small hometown to live with his brother and attempt to heal his broken heart (and broken life, if he were being honest with himself). What he didn’t count on was his old friend Crawley- now calling himself Crowley and looking dashing as ever- to have returned as well. Crawley’s wounds from their last argument are deep and Aziraphale may never be able to regain what they once had, but he’d certainly like to try. The two of them need to have an actual conversation, but that’s not really how these plots go, is it?

- Mod D

[drefear]

Hopelessly Devoted To You…

Yandere Hizashi/Present Mic x Reader

TW: blood, fighting, death, anxiety, smut, p in v, rough sex, pain, slight choking, lying, angst

Guess mine is not the first heart broken

My eyes are not the first to cry

I'm not the first to know

There's just no getting over you

The pain in my legs was proof that the strain on my muscles was ripping them apart. I couldn’t hold myself up for much longer, let alone keep running. How did I not see this coming? Music hummed in the decaying building, his loud humming like the lullaby of my death. The blood in my eyes from the wound on my head made it very hard to see where I was going, but I was able to make out the halls and doors. Grabbing a doorknob, I struggled to force it open as the knob felt like it had been cemented shut. Where were the police? Where was Aizawa? Hawks? Anyone?

My lungs burned like they were filled with acid, every breath causing a severe stabbing pain in my chest. Shoving myself into the door, it finally burst open and I saw my fears coming true.

The red feathers on the ground were a lifeless and dull, no beautiful scarlet shine like I’d seen only a few hours ago. No, they were completely desolate of any shine. This was bad, this was really bad. Tiptoeing into the room, I quietly shut the door behind myself and made my way around the big desk in the center. The sight was unsavory, almost nauseating.

The stuttering breathing of my partner, Hawks, was just loud enough to overshadow the music echoing and my heartbeat. His eyes shot up at me, shakey and panicked as he gasped once again. I moved like lightning, pulling fabric from my hero costume to compress his wounds. He did this? Loud, quick footsteps made my hands freeze for a split second before I recognized the weight of those steps, continuing to push down on his wounds.

“Move, I’ll cauterize his wounds a bit with my fire, just go find him.” Dabi nudged me out of the way slightly as I sucked in air from his presence. “Just remember, once this is over, we’re still enemies.”

“Agreed.” My eyes glared at him as I tugged my visual blockers down over my eyes and dashed out of the room. The faint steps I heard were coming from above.

You know I'm just a fool who's willing

To sit around and wait for you

But, baby, can't you see

There's nothing else for me to do?

I'm hopelessly devoted to you

“Lime green and unseen. She is pristine!” His voice was quieter than usual, casting a spell of fear over my body.

This wasn’t the Hizashi we all knew and loved. This was a monster, a man possessed.

“Come out and play, little listener!” He called, the windows breaking from his quirk. I couldn’t help but cover my ears and duck down, then dashing to the nearest staircase. He wanted to find me, and so I’d play into his hand.

Finally getting to the top of the stairs, I saw him leaning against a doorframe, swirling a finger around something, bulky and strangely shaped. Stepping closer, I saw the light shine on him. His hair down and wild, sunglasses tucked into his hair, sleeves ripped off his arms and voice modulator covering his neck. He was unhinged.

But what caught my eye was the yellow goggles he was toying with. Covered in blood.

My sensei was in trouble.

But now there's nowhere to hide

Since you pushed my love aside

I'm out of my head

“Where is he?!” I screamed at him and his lips just smirked into an unsettling expression.

“Whatdya mean? Ya didn’t see ‘m when ya walked in?” His eyes looked at me through his lashes and a shiver went down my spine. I glanced from side to side but nothing. That’s when I saw it. A single drop of liquid fell from the ceiling. Looking up, I saw Aizawa tied in his own scarf with his eye blindfolded, bleeding from his arm and head.

“Let him down!”

“Now now, little listener. You aren’t in any position to be ordering me around. We both know your strengths and weaknesses, and none of this would have happened if it weren’t for you.” His words rang in my ears as I thought back to the weeks leading up to this.

Hopelessly devoted to you

I’d gotten close with Hizashi, my old teacher and friend. I’d confided in him, trusted him, and he would comfort me when I needed it. Days turned to weeks and soon, we had become more than just friends. I knew about his feelings, I knew I had some too, but I wanted to be a hero and focus on my dreams. Comforting turned to something else one night and we went to a place we couldn’t go back from. It was wonderful, he was wonderful. Everything I’d ever wanted.

Hopelessly devoted to you

At least the good side of him was, but jealous was something I’d never seen from him and when I worked with Hawks, he seemed to get unexplainably irritable and angry. He would ignore me for hours after I’d get off of work, not answer my texts, and then show up at random hours of the day to visit me at work. Patrol was even worse, he was always “running into” us. I knew Hawks was in a serious relationship, but he couldn’t talk about it because of our job. We were hero’s, and his partner was not, so anyone knowing about his relationship could put their life in jeopardy.

Hizashi didn’t believe me, didn’t care what I said. So naturally, I broke things off. It hurt, it hurt so badly, as I was in love with him, but if he couldn’t trust me and communicate with me, what was I to do?

And now here I was, standing across from my ex lover, the man I thought I’d marry for a time of my life, about to fight him to the death.

Hopelessly devoted to you

“Hizashi, this isn’t you. This isn’t who I’m in love with, just give in and we can go home!” My eyes filled with tears and my hand reached out, hoping he’d take the short amount of steps in between us and hold it.

His eyes flashed to uncertainty for a second before hardening again and locking me out.

“You’re lying to me. You were always lying to me!” He screams and the power of his voice has me clamping my hands over my ears, blood dripping out a bit. I take a step forward, hand still reached out.

“I never lied. You’ve always been the only one for me. How could I love anyone else when I had you?” My voice is weak, stuttering as I feel my bottom lip quiver. The sadness I feel is uncontrollable and I’m doing everything I can to not fall into a crumbled mess on the ground. “Come back to me, Zashi… please.” I beg, and he steps to me.

“I’ll fix this if you promise to be mine. Right here, right now.”

“I’m already yours until the end of time.” I answer but he sneers, aggravated.

“That’s not what I mean.” He pulls off a glove and what he wants finally clicks.

“We- Shota is on the ceiling-“

“He can’t see anything, and he probably can’t hear.” The comfortable way he says this makes my skin crawl, but I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been craving him this whole time. “You want me to surrender? Prove I’m your man.”

My head is saying, "Fool, forget him."

My heart is saying, "Don't let go.

I gulp, the dryness in my throat making me sputter a cough and he reaches out to me from concern, his true self breaking through. “Okay…” I agree, “yes.” And his hands are on me, pulling at the costume, or what’s left of it. The torn pieces of my outfit were ripping wider, the seam of my green pants tearing all the way up to my stomach. His calloused hands trace my thighs and without hesitation, two of his fingers rub against my clit. It’s rough and hurried, but god it feels amazing. His mouth finds the spot behind my ear instantly and I reach out. The groan he lets out against my skin as I palm him through his jeans is intoxicating.

“Zashi… please!” I whimper, and he nods, biting me and inserting a finger in me at the same time. My world spins for a moment as the two sensations collide and I grind against his hand, his thumb taking the place of those two fingers on my sensitive button.

I make quick work of his buckle and try to tug down his pants, getting them to his thighs as his hard erection slaps up against his abdomen. Even in the darkness, I can see his jacobs latter and my insides are preening at the memory, of how I remember it feels.

His lips attack when he catches me staring and I use my own slick to coat my hand and pump him slowly, but he rips my hand away and picks me up by the waist. It all happens so fast, I can’t even see anything until my back hits a cold wall and his head is at my entrance, spreading me open and about to enter me raw. We’ve never done that, and I’m so anxious about it, but I need it just as bad as he does.

“Ready, baby?” He asks and I nod, gazing into those green eyes I know I never want to be without. He pushes in and we both let out a pleading sound, the piercings shuffling around my insides and making me arch my back in pleasure. After the first push, it’s a relentless fucking and I can just hold on as he takes me against the wall. As he’s facing the wall, I peer one eye open just in time to see a specific shadow drop from the ceiling silently and take off his blindfold. My cheeks heat up and I shake my head, hoping he gets the message and he does. He runs out, but Hizashi can’t hear him over his own grunts and my whines.

His hand grabs my throat and I orgasm immediately, feeling him near his end from the clench of my walls around him. A few more destructive thrusts and I feel him fill me, but warmth flowing into me as I twitch from the pure endorphins this is causing.

Our bodies slump together as he pulls himself out and watches our mixed juices drip down my thighs. I moan a bit from the feeling and pant from exhaustion, right before looking up at him and beginning to cry.

Hold on till the end.

And that's what I intend to do

I'm hopelessly devoted to you

“Baby, why are you-” He cups my cheek as I cut him off.

“Forgive me… Hizashi, forgive me and know that I will never love anyone more than I love you…” I keep my head nuzzled into his open hand as I bawl my eyes out, then feeling his hand ripped away from me and seeing him get handcuffed and pinned to the ground through my tears.

“You lied to me!” He yells at me, but Eraserhead had understood my silent plea from before and was able to get the police and backup, also erasing Hizashi’s quirk so he couldn’t yell anymore.

“I’m sorry!” I cry out as Aizawa grabs a blanket and covers my half naked body, costume ripped and torn from both the battle and my ability to give him a false sense of safety. “You would have killed…”

But now there's nowhere to hide

Since you pushed my love aside

I'm out of my head

“It was all because I love you!” He yells again and I turn my face away, still shaking from sobs. Aizawa pulls me into his chest for a hug and shields me from Hizashi’s constant screams and verbal attacks. My heart shatters in my ears and I’m left with the feeling of pure emptiness, much like the whole week of us being apart has felt like. Now, Hizashi will be sent to prison and I will be alone again. “All for you!”

But he won’t be able to harm anyone else.

Hopelessly devoted to you

About a week later, I’m still recovering and visiting Hawks in the hospital, as well as Bubble girl and Fatgum. We all went into that battle and only a few came out able to function, the rest were under 24/7 hospital care. Like Hawks.

“Kid, relax.” He said to me, “none of this was your fault. You didn’t know he was a yandere.”

“He… he isn’t.” I blurt out and I hear a cough from behind me, turning to see Aizawa.

“Actually, a few psychiatrists sent in the reports yesterday. He has been classified as a yandere, and they are keeping him under surveillance because of his uncontrollable emotions.” The black haired man spoke and my chest was once again empty.

“But you’re safe now, he’s locked up, and you have nothing to fear.”

Hopelessly devoted to you

That was almost ten years ago. I have a family, children, a loving husband, and I haven’t looked back. But sometimes, I feel like someone’s watching me, or calling my name. A few times, I feel someone grab my wrist or whisper in my ear in public, but when I turn, no one is there.

I knew I was just imagining things, as I turned out the lights in my kitchen and slid into bed. My husband barely moved as the bed shiftly, getting into my side and feeling him.

“Baby you’re so cold…” I mumbled and kiss the back of his neck.

He doesn’t answer.

But the voice coming from my doorway does.

Hopelessly devoted to you

“Hello again, Little Listener.”

[goddamnitchuuya]

Chuuya and his s/o getting caught by the black lizard cause he’s loud and wants everyone to know who she belongs too WHEW🥹

damn it chuuya

contains: dom chuuya x f reader, breeding, exhibitionism, getting caught, chuuya's so smug about it.

minors dni.

Who knows Chuuya does what when he suddenly wanders off to God knows where?

His thrusts are relentless as he pushes you further up against the wall. Your legs have already given out for long, letting his strong arms holding you in place while his fat cockhead nudges deeper, harder and harder at your cervix. Face deep in his collarbone in attempt to keep yourself quiet but Chuuya is so fucking good at making you scream for the world that you're his like your life depends on it. It doesn't help at all when his hips meet yours, his shirt stained with your arousal roughly brushing your swollen clit. He is loud too, feral growls get cut off every time your little pussy clench down hard around his shaft. not caring if the Black Lizards is merely one alley away. What's up if they know? Not his problem. In fact, he can make good use of it to show them how obedient his pretty wife is for him.

"Ah fuck- fuck, easy now, pretty girl. Can't move when you're so- shit- damn tight... Wanna make this quick, don't you?"

Chuuya's hands grip your thighs so hard, ripping the material of your stockings. You let out a loud cry, the rough texture of his gloves are probably bruising your skin right now and he only chuckles darkly. His pace has lost its rhythm, the urge to kiss you is making it difficult as you won't move your head up from his neck yet he still indulges you. His dick twitches and aches to spurt cum any moment now but he's holding back. For what? Not because he wants you to come first, he'd already make you do it, as if he's waiting for something, someone to walk in on you both. Right, he was on a mission and suddenly disappeared from the Black Lizards' sight, they'll need him so badly and find him, positive? You can't see it, but you know he's having that damned smirk on his face again.

"You heard that, baby?"

Raspy voice calls out to you once more, pulling your attention back to your surroudings and you can hear footsteps coming closer. You're sure it's just one person, but fuck, it's really a person. Your eyes widen as you panic, pulling up from the crook of his neck to look straight into his clouded eyes, shaky hand tugging at his choker and your other hand grips his trench coat tightly,

"Chuu.. s- someone is- n- naah!"

Chuuya dives in the exposed skin of your shoulder and bites down harshly. His eyes roll back when your cunt squeezes hard because of the sensation. The steps suddenly turn into running as if your scream has drawn attention. That doesn't stop him. He's pounding rougher by seconds, cock violently twitches against your heat. His cock slides all the way out until only the tip remains inside, trails of sticky white fluid cling to his skin as he pulls back, snapping and staining his pants.

"Gonna cum... I'm gonna fill you up so fucking full with my cum... Take it all, yeah? Come on, baby... take it, like the good girl you are- Ah, baby-!"

Just at that moment, Tachihara dashes out right in front of you both. He carries what he needs to do so hastily he doesn't have time to register what's happening before his eyes.

"Chuuya-san! They have arrived, we have to-!"

Chuuya bends over to kiss you roughly as thick ropes of cum paint your walls white. You moan into his mouth, desperately trying your best to pull his coat to cover the mess you both are making. Tachihara freezes, jaw dropped like his soul left his body and he just fucking stands there. But he sees nothing, eyes blown wide yet white is the only thing in his vision. Chuuya smirks again, shamelessly hums as his hips are still grinding, letting you squeeze and milk him for every drop of cum he has to give. His ability hoists you up as his hands leave your thighs. They come to caress your hot cheeks and wipe the fat tears rolling down your chin away. Chuuya then spares one last glance at the poor dude completely frozen at the alleyway, suddenly a group of people arrive but they don't dare making appearance, before a hand shows up blocked by a wall grabs him and pulls him away.

A faint cracked voice can be heard and slowly fades into the distance, "Old man! But Chuuya-san- I- we! That was not-" Chuuya shifts his attention back on his tired out darling, holding you close and telling you how good you did for him. You can only deliver a weak punch to his chest before slumping on his body. He'll take you home first, making sure you're all cleaned up and comfortable in your shared bed with tea and snacks all ready on the drawer, and well again, think of a headaching speech to play it cool to Hirotsu once he comes back.

[kingmagnificoofrosas]

NIGHTMARE

The air was heavy with thick hot smoke as screams of agonizing terror pierced the night. Bright flames devoured building after building, mercilessly destroying and killing everything in its way. Man, animals, objects. Everything crumbled to ash.

Magnifico stood on his balcony, eyes wide in horror and limbs frozen in panic. “No …” he uttered breathlessly, “No …”

His entire kingdom had turned into an inferno. In an instant he turned, stumbled through his room and down the corridors. 

“Myrah!” He hollered, “Myrah, where are you?”  A window to his left suddenly exploded and he gasped. More flames leaped onto rugs and furniture and spread down the hallways within seconds. “Myrah!” He cried once more, frantically searching for his wife. “M’fhíorghrá, answer me!”

Dashing from door to door, Magnifico dodged the growing fire and falling debris. But no matter how much he cried for his wife, he got no reply.

Fear and shattering guilt overcame him like an avalanche and he had to hold onto a wall. Right at that moment, one of the curtains crashed in front of him, cutting off his way. Magnifico flinched backward, coughing and shielding his eyes from the spitting flames.

It happened again. How did it happen again? 

In the blink of an eye, he was suddenly right outside his palace. People ran in all directions, wailing, yowling, burning. He recognized their faces, knew their names, remembered their former wishes. 

Before he could call out to them however, one of the stone pillars near him cracked, seconds from collapsing. He noticed a child standing below the crumbling roof, calling for its mother, and without hesitation threw himself at it, shoving it out of the way just in time. The pillar fell, the mother sweeped the child into her arms and Magnifico rolled to the side, hardly escaping being crushed. Dust and hot ash filled his nose and mouth and he coughed. The glowing heat made it almost impossible to breathe.

“Magnifico!”

Lightning shot through his nerve system at the sound of his soulmate's voice. She was there! She was alive! Within seconds, he scrambled to his feet and hurled around. His heart leapt in his chest for a second before being ripped into shreds. Myrah tumbled toward him, almost burned to the bones. Crying out like a beaten animal, he dove forward to catch her before she could fall and sank to his knees with her.

“No! No no no! My love ... my life! Hold on I’ll-” Magnifico desperately tried to recall his supernatural abilities to heal the wounds he knew were her sure death, but the blue light refused to surface. “Come on!” He growled at his shaking hands, “come on!”

“Ma-”

His head turned back to her, “Hold on, my love! I’ll fix this! I’ll save y-”

“Magn-” Myrah coughed, compulsing in pain and trying to move her lips to talk to her husband, but before his name could fully come over her lips, her strength left her, her eyes closed and her body went limp. 

“Myrah?” Magnifico breathed, “Myrah? Sweetheart?”

No response.

"No. Oh God, no! Myrah!” He gently shook his wife, utter panic flooding his being, “Please! You cannot - I cannot lose you too! Please!" Again he shook her, stroked her face and hair over and over and wiped ash, dirt and blood away from her cheeks, but her eyes stayed closed. The limpness of his wife cut his soul like a hot sword. His mind refused to believe it. Once more he shook her but to no avail. “No, my love! No! Wake up! Open your eyes, darling! Myrah!” 

Nothing. 

“No ....”

The queen, his wife, his soulmate was dead but he couldn’t accept it. How could he accept it? 

Her broken body tightly in his hold, he bent over with a choked sob. Tears came like a flood as his entire being was consumed by indescribable agony and he let out the loudest, most heart-broken wail a man could ever sound. 

~

Myrah woke in an instant as she felt her husband cramp and twist in their sheets, flailing his limbs between breathless whimpering. Immediately she rose and reached out to hold his arms down. 

“Magnifico!” She called, “wake up, mi vida! ” 

His head tossed left and right and Myrah almost had to climb onto her husband to pin him down. 

“Shhht! Wake up! Wake up!” 

Suddenly he shot upright with a scream, his blue eyes wide as plates, his chest rising and falling in quick heavy breaths. 

Myrah sighed in relief. Now that he was awake, it was easier to get him out of his panic attack.

“All is well, mi amor. It was just a nightmare.”

Still disorientated and caught in the terror of the things his mind had played on him, he hyperventilated, sweat dripping from his forehead. The pain of losing his wife and the guilt of failing to keep the past from repeating was ever so present. He could still hear the screams, smell the horrible stench of burning flesh mixed with blood, dirt and fire. But even worse than the sight of the burned corpses, was his dead wife in his arms. The emotions overwhelmed him, nausea rose in his throat and he gagged.

“Magnifico! Look at me!” Myrah gently touched his face, “Look at me, my darling!”

Her husband flinched for a second but then slowly turned his head and she smiled. “There you go! Keep looking at me! Breathe with me! Deep breaths!”

Magnifico followed her breathing until his own had calmed and his pulse slowed down. 

“Well done, mi vida." She wiped his loose bangs and the sweat from his forehead and kissed his trembling lips. “I’m here. It was a nightmare.”

“M- …. Myrah.” He choked through his rising tears. “Rosas ... burned … people … my people burned … You were … I- I lost you! I couldn't-”

“Shhht!" Lovingly she caressed both his cheeks, continuing to wipe his tears and sweat. “It was another nightmare. I'm safe. Rosas is safe! All is well, mi vida.” 

He mustered her for a while, assuring himself he was truly awake. “Myrah?” 

“Yes, mi vida. I’m here.” She kissed him again, once more swiping his bangs away. 

She was real. She was there. It truly had only been another one of his raging nightmares. Utter relief flooded him and he sobbed. His head fell into the nape of his wife’s neck and she wrapped him in her arms. 

“Shhht! I know. I know.” She whispered, stroking his back as he cried. 

“Oh, Myrah!” He whimpered hoarsely, “I’m … so … tired!”  

Myrah felt her own throat tighten and her heart ache. 

“I got everything I could have ever dreamt of and more. Everything is perfect and yet … the past just won’t let me rest! I … I can’t bear this anymore!” 

His entire body trembled in her embrace. Her strong husband, who usually always carried himself proudly, now wept against her shoulder like a child. Right in this moment, he was no longer king but the boy once broken so many years ago. 

“Oh my darling, my life!” She breathed as she carefully lifted his face to rest her own close to his and combed through his dark silver hair.

“I know this is incredibly hard, it hurts terribly, and you just wish to forget, but it will get better. I promise you! And I'm here to help you in this pain. Each step of the way I will go with you, mi amor. Until the pain has faded into a scar and the memory of the past into yet a mere shadow. I’m here for you and I will be for eternity!”

The next time Magnifico woke up was early in the morning. As soon as his eyes opened, he turned his head to the side to check for his wife. And there she was. Deeply asleep. Her weight on his chest immediately filled him with relief and his pulse calmed once more. Gently, he stroked one of her auburn locks from her forehead and kissed it. Taking in her beauty for a few more seconds. God, he loved and adored her beyond comprehension. 

He must have fallen asleep in her arms after his melt down and over the course of the last hours their position had shifted. 

Carefully, he removed himself from the embrace, made sure she lay comfortable and then left their bed as quietly as possible. Throwing his thin morning robe around his shoulders, he passed the edge on which Julius was rolled up, sleeping as well, and fondled his head before striding out on the balcony. 

The sky was already turning indigo and the horizon, at the edge of the ocean, pale yellow. 

Magnifico closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He still felt awfully tired. Exhausted. As if he'd not slept at all. 

The sweet singing of birds painted a stark contrast to the roaring sounds of terror that still gnawed at the edge of his consciousness. 

Why couldn't he just forget it? Why did his past still haunt him like a never tiring predator?  

Before he knew it, his eyes started burning again but this time, he refused to cry. Instead, he stubbornly forced himself to concentrate on the sunrise. 

A light breeze hit his face and made his loose bangs sway back. He closed his eyes once more, breathing in the salty air and savoring the scent of oleander and roses it carried along. 

Sometimes he still couldn’t believe that he didn’t need to endure his regular mental episodes alone anymore. Now there was Myrah, who caught him whenever he fell. 

But as grateful as he was that she helped him through his pain, he rather had the whole trauma be done with once and for all. 

Slowly the sun started climbing over the edge of the ocean, throwing its first rays across the land. Magnifico blinked into the golden light, sounding yet another tired sigh. 

Suddenly there was a soft rustle behind him. Two gentle arms wrapped themselves around his waist from behind and he smiled. Her touch felt like taking a deep breath after a long dive. 

“You’re up already?” 

“I wanted to watch the sunset.” Not a lie, more a forced truth. 

The hold around him loosened and his wife stepped next to him. There was no fooling her and he didn’t mean to. 

“When did it stop for you?” He asked quietly. 

“The nightmares?”

His lips slimmed. 

“A few years.”

“I’ve got these for over two decades now … I’ve let the past go and it shouldn’t affect me as much anymore but-” 

“Magnifico,” Myrah took his hands into hers, “you are way too hard on yourself! Be a little bit more patient. There is no right or wrong as to how long the process of healing has to be.” 

“How much longer - I … I’m terrified to lose you too one day …this fear …it wrecks me!” he uttered brokenly. “I’ve lost everything I ever loved once before … I cannot bear it a second time …”

Myrah lifted her gaze. Her own eyes burned with tears now. She hated seeing her soulmate in so much distress. “I’m afraid as well.” She admitted, “after you’ve destroyed the book and sacrificed yourself to save Rosas … I thought I had to die as well. To have to live the rest of my life without you until I could see you again on the other side? … That was hell on earth. But-” she reached out to touch his cheek, “the great father let you return to me. And nothing can ever separate us again!” 

“How do I deserve you?” He smiled lovesick, chuckling along as she did. 

“Only you deserve me! Mi vida.” 

Leaning forward, he kissed her and her hands dove past his face into his hair. 

“I love you!” He breathed into the kiss, “I love you so much-” 

Her hands wandered from his hair down to his neck and back and then to his chest.

“I love you!” She replied, once again locking eyes with him. “I cannot erase your past, but I can help ease the pain.” 

He almost shuddered at the touch of her fingertips spreading on his chest.

“I can help you forget those nightmares for a bit …” 

Oh God! 

Her lips traveled across his skin like bolts of electricity all the way back to his neck and jaw before she gently pulled him closer to her body. 

His mind started swimming. In the best way possible. Whatever she did, it always worked. Always cracked him open and lightened up his soul. She was his beacon, his lighthouse in the darkest night.

And he held onto her as well. Like a drowning man onto a rope. Kissing her passionately between gasps for air. If she hadn't guided him back into their bedroom, he would have helplessly stumbled against the next pillar or wall, maybe even face planted the floor. 

She smiled against his lips and Magnifico wondered for the billionth time how it was possible for his stomach to tingle that strongly. 

Yes, right. She was his soulmate, this was everyday life and yet it was new to him every time. 

He let her guide him all the way to their bed, he’d forgotten how to walk anyway. With the most gentle pressure, she pressed him down on his shoulders to sit and before he knew it, she was on his lap. Together they shifted backward further onto the bed. 

Julius used the momentum to head to the door. Smirking to himself as he left the royal bedroom. He would take a long stroll through the gardens.

Oh, Lord! Am I still dreaming? Am I truly awake?  “Myrah …” 

More and more of her tender kisses showered Magnifico and he prayed she wouldn’t stop. Each place her soft lips touched tingled, almost burned. Once more they found his and he closed his eyes, tightening his hold around her back and waist. 

Could one get drunk on love? One part of him wanted to reply with as much intensity to everything she did but this time he just couldn’t fight against her and he didn’t want to. There were times where they both equalized each other while melting their endless love and their souls together, there were times where he gave more to her and this time it was her, who gave more. 

He had to do nothing but let her flood him with all the love her soul could offer. Let her give herself to him fully. This kind of giving was the highest peak of joy. An honor, a pleasure like nothing else on earth. 

She was bone of his bone and one flesh with him. Only her soul made to link with his like no other. A unity for eternity. Ever growing in love and wisdom. 

“Myrah!” Her name was the only thing left leaving his lips in gasps, breathless hisses and whimpers of purest pleasure. One gaze into the sun-flooded forest of her eyes, that intense look grazing every part of his soul, was almost enough to send him over the edge. 

Her love indeed silenced every sound in his mind, calmed the raging storm in him and pushed the hellish memories away. He thanked the great father exceedingly as his world was filled with Myrah. Tenderly and deeply passionately. 

[thru-the-grapevine]

Raindrops on Roses

Pairing: yunho x fem!reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 1501

Warnings: unprotected sex, throat fucking, nicknames, oral (m & f receiving), spanking, dirty talk, cockwarming

The storm battered your windows as you snuggled deeper into the couch, wrapping your blanket around you. Your cup of hot cocoa was half finished, but your worry made you forget entirely about your little pick-me-up.

Yunho was supposed to be home by now. You could tell from his texts that practice had been rough, and now you worried he’d been caught in the storm. Checking your phone for the umpteenth time, you shifted anxiously. What if he’d gotten hurt? Or the storm made him sick? He hadn’t brought an umbrella today.

Just as you felt you might be sick with worry, the door handle jiggled and in walked your absolutely drenched boyfriend. You flung the blanket off you and dashed up to where he dripped onto the welcome mat.

“Yunho!” you cried, not caring that your pajamas were getting soaked as you tackled him in a hug. “I was worried about you!” You pulled back, brushing a strand of damp hair off his forehead.

Yunho looked at you strangely for a moment, then crashed his lips into yours. Shutting the door behind him, Yunho didn’t break the kiss as he pushed you farther into the apartment. Shocked, you allowed him to maneuver you to the kitchen where he lifted you up onto the counter.

“’M sorry,” he mumbled against your mouth. “Today fucking sucked, and then you came to me looking like that… I couldn’t help myself.”

You titled your head in confusion. “But I’m just in pajamas?”

Yunho let out a breathy laugh. “Sweetheart, those pajamas don’t leave much to the imagination.” As if to prove a point, he thumbed your nipple through your thin t-shirt. A bolt of heat shot through you, straight to your core. Your mouth formed a little “o” in realization as Yunho continued. “You’re so fucking cute, all worried about me. And that little pout you do? Fuck, baby, I just wanna ruin you.”

Cheeks burning, you tried to look away shyly. But Yunho’s large hand grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. He closed the distance again, kissing you until your head swam.

One hand stayed on your waist, keeping you steady on the counter. The other hand, however, kneaded your breasts, paying special attention to your hard nipples.

A little moan left you as Yunho flicked a nipple, and the noise set him off. He ripped your shirt over your head, his mouth moving to latch onto your breast, sucking and biting at the sensitive nubs. You threw your head back as Yunho’s hand moved to the hem of your shorts. In one swift movement, he lifted you up against him and pulled your shorts down.

“Fuck, no panties? You wanted this to happen didn’t you, little girl?” He growled upon noticing your little surprise.

You hadn’t expected things to go like this, but you couldn’t deny you planned to help him relieve the stress of the day.

“My little toy, all ready for me. So good for me,” he praised, kneeling down to be eye level with your pussy. “So wet. Let me take care of you,” he said. You whined, unable to form words as his lips met your folds. You wanted to take care of him, not the other way around! But his mouth felt oh so amazing, licking and sucking at your clit.

Before you knew it, you felt that familiar coil in your core. Yunho knew you were close when you gripped his hair and pulled weakly. He doubled down on his efforts, and your whines and screams grew louder and more frequent. When you came on his tongue, stars burst across your vision, and you vaguely heard yourself scream Yunho’s name.

Yunho lapped at your release, bringing you through your orgasm until you came back to earth, chest heaving. Yunho stood back up, licking his lips.

But you had your sights set on another prize. The bulge in his pants had grown, and you knew it was begging to be released. And you were more than happy to oblige. Hopping down off the counter, you tugged at Yunho’s pants. He stayed silent as you freed his cock, your mouth watering at the sight of it.

It was your turn to kneel, and taking his cock in your hands you began to pump. The breathy sigh that escaped Yunho was lovely. But you wanted more. Licking the precum off his tip, you hollowed your cheeks and took his length into your mouth. Willing yourself not to choke, you allowed him to bottom out at the back of your throat, eyes watering.

You looked up at him, your nose against his pelvis. And at the sight of your big, watery eyes, Yunho snapped. He thrust into your mouth, and you gagged around him but held firm. Yunho let out a string of swear words as he throat-fucked you. He must’ve been really riled up all day. You could tell he was getting close already. Tears in your eyes, you gave him the prettiest look you could muster when he pulled your hair.

“Shit,” Yunho swore, and suddenly you felt his cum fill up your mouth. You swallowed like a good girl, letting him empty himself into you.

When you pulled back from his cock with a little “pop!” Yunho had one hand on the counter to steady himself and the other still tangled in your hair. “Fuck you take me so well, little slut.” You shakily stood up and he wiped the tears from your eyes.

Then Yunho was kissing you again. You tugged at his shirt, and he helped you pull it off him, barely breaking the kiss. Once he was fully nude, Yunho lifted you up to straddle his waist and carried you, tongue still exploring your mouth, to the bedroom.

He unceremoniously threw you onto the bed, then climbed up over you to trail kisses down your chest, your stomach, your thighs. You noticed he was already hard again, and moaned at the sight, bucking your hips up towards him.

“Needy little girl,” Yunho laughed, but his patience was growing thin. He wanted you now. So, he lined his cock up with your entrance and pushed in, hard. You gasped when he bottom out again, this time inside your pussy. His thick length stretched your walls, and you felt wonderfully full.

Wasting no time, Yunho began thrusting into you, each and every time hitting your most sensitive spot. Curses and his name were all you could say as each thrust sent you closer and closer. But Yunho wasn’t ready to be done.

He pulled out, and you whined at the sudden emptiness. “On your hands and knees,” he ordered, and you obeyed without hesitation. You let out a little shriek as his large hand slapped your ass. And again on your other cheek, you shuddered at the pleasurable pain his hands left.

Grabbing your waist, Yunho pushes back into you with a groan. When he begins thrusting at this new angle, you see stars once again, and that coil builds right back up in your core. Each thrust brings out a little moan from you, and Yunho’s hands continue to slap your ass. You know it’s going to be sore and pink after this but right now, the pain combined with his thick cock fucking you into the mattress was almost too much.

“Fuck, baby girl, I love the little noises you give me. You like my cock so much, huh? You gonna cum on it? You gonna give me what I want like a good girl?” Yunho teased.

Unable to speak, you whined into the bedsheet and your head swam with pleasure. Then, almost without warning, the coil snapped and you came, squirting your release all over his cock.

Yunho moaned at the feeling of your walls fluttering around him, and soon enough his thrusts stilled as he pumped you full of cum. When he pulled out, you wanted to collapse onto the bed, but his strong arms held you up so he could watch his cum drip out of you. Then, with one elegant finger, Yunho pushed the cum back into you.

“Good girl,” he praised, finally letting you flop onto the bed in exhaustion. You heard him enter the bathroom and squealed when you felt a cold, wet washcloth wiping at your core. When Yunho was done cleaning up, he lifted you up so he could settle you back under the covers. Then he climbed into bed and pulled you close.

You sleepily looked at him, hair still damp. “Do you feel better now?” you mumbled, burrowing back into his warm chest.

“I do, thank you, sweetheart.”

“It’s still cold,” you mumbled again.

Yunho laughed, positioning you gently so he could slide his cock gently back into you. Pleased now at the added warmth, you allowed yourself to drift off, knowing that your little request would pay off in the morning when you woke to him still inside you.

[star-girl69]

Ultraviolence

Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader

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a/n: so fun fact it’s actually my birthday today!! and as a little gift for all of you, here’s finally some more adult reader and nat!!!! i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: blackmail, death, mentions of suicide, swearing, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Thirteen - Wild Side

Chapter Thirteen - Wild Side

—-

2021-

As soon as you got the postcard, you though of Natalie. Then you cried and screamed and wondered for days what to about it.

Until you finally realized who it could be from. You took a sick day off of work, faking a fever, waking up early in the morning to drive over to New Jersey from the city. You kept the postcard bunched up in your fist the entire drive.

When you get the hotel room Misty had told you about, you’ve worked yourself up into a wild rage, a storm, the very picture of violence- you bang harshly on the motel door.

You can hear muttering from inside, but Natalie opens the door, dressed in a white t-shirt, her hair pulled back.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you shout, barging into the cheap and messy motel room.

She can only stare at you in shock.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

You hold up the postcard. “This! You obsessive, stalker freak!”

She rips it out of your hands, staring at it, the cursive “wish you were here!” and that stupid fucking symbol.

“Oh,” she mumbles.

“Yeah, ‘oh,’” you shout, putting your hand on your hip. “So, what? You just want me back and decided the best way to do was to try and and scare me? Have you ever heard about taking a girl out on a date, Natalie?”

“Jesus Christ.”

You turn toward Taissa, not even bothering to hide your groan.

She smiles. “Nice to see you too, Y/N. Lover’s quarrel? Want me to step outside?”

You roll your eyes and turn back to Natalie.

“Well? Have anything to say for yourself?”

She sighs. “I didn’t send you the postcard. I got one. Tai and Misty got one. I don’t know why you just got one now, but-”

“She’s not lying, crazy. I got one too.”

Taissa has never been a liar. And even after everything that happened- you believe her.

“If anything, I think you’re the stalker freak.”

“What the fuck-”

Natalie groans.

“Please, Y/N.” You want to storm out, your cheeks heated from embarrassment, but you stay where you are. Natalie shuts the door behind you. She gestures to a pile of pictures on a small table. “Look.”

“What is that?” Taissa asks, any remnant of amusement from your temporary psychosis gone.

“It’s the floor of the barn where they found Travis’s body. The police are saying it’s a suicide, but there were candles underneath him arranged like that. Someone burned them and took them away.

You take a step closer, and that ugly symbol rears its head again.

“Who would do that?” Tai whispers.

Natalie’s phone dings.

Taissa’s does too.

And after a moment, yours does as well.

All you can focus on is the symbol, sketched out in dashes and dots on your screen.

“Gather 50k cash and away further instructions. Do not discuss this with your teammates, I will know,” Natalie reads.

You sigh and sit on her bed. “Fuck this.”

“I’m calling Shauna,” Tai says, and you watch as she makes the call.

“Hey. I’m with Natalie, you need to get here, Travis is dead and- she says she already knows.”

“What? How?” Natalie asks.

“Misty called her.”

Natalie rubs her temples.

“That conniving, poodle-haired little fucking freak.”

“Shauna, get here now!” Nat shouts into Tai’s phone. “We’ve got a big problem.”

You sigh and fall back against the bed.

—-

The three of you stay cooped up in Natalie’s motel room until Shauna comes, which consists of you lying on the bed, feeling sick and horrible, until Shauna finally knocks.

Tai has long since taken out a cigarette.

“Y/N,” Shauna says when she sees you.

“Shauna,” you say, smiling softly. She laughs and little and hugs you- years apart feeling odd, falling right back into before.

“You look like shit,” Natalie says after you and Shauna pull apart.

“Jesus Christ,” you groan, rolling your eyes.

“Back at you,” Shauna says.

“How’s Jeff? Is he still hocking futons?

“Okay, no. No. No. We’re not doing this, okay? Not after all the shit we’ve been through.”

You sigh. “Taissa always knows how to scold us.”

She ignores you. “We’ve got a situation here. We’re gonna deal with it. Together.”

“Okay, fine. What’s- what’s going on?” Shauna asks. The room is silent for a moment, until Natalie gestures to the pictures that you had spent hours looking at, trying to find another explanation. But it was the symbol. “Is that Travis?”

No one speaks, and Shauna has her answer. She sits down at the table, sighing.

“Someone strung him up and then tried to cover the tracks.”

“We think it’s the same person who’s blackmailing us.”

“What? Blackmail?”

“You didn’t get one?” you frown. Taking out the postcard from your purse. “I mean, at first I thought it was Natalie-” Tai mutters under her breath, “But then I got the text message asking for 50k. We all did, I thought.”

“What?” Shauna studies the cars you hand her. “No. What do they want? 50k?”

“Yes, then they’ll keep their mouths shut.” Taissa says. “We’re not exactly sure what they know, but… I sure as hell don’t wanna find out.”

“You all got one?”

“Misty did, too.” Natalie says.

“I mean, it’s gotta be someone from the team, right? Like, who else would know about this?”

“That reporter.”

“Jessica Roberts?” you ask.

“Yeah,” Natalie nods.

“Wait. I told you to take care of her,” Shauna says to Tai.

“I threatened a lawsuit. I told her to back off.

“Fuck this,” Natalie says, the drink in her hand swishing. She laughs slightly, grabbing something from her bedside table.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna bring Jessica Roberts- great fake name, by the way- to us. And I’ll just say, ‘Oh, I’m ready to tell my story.’”

“No, because then if it is not her, then we are just handing her the exact kind of story she’s looking for.”

“Yeah, Shauna’s right, Nat. Please. Just put the phone down. Stop it. Stop it!” Tai shouts.

“Natalie!”

Nat smiles, and you throw your head back, reaching forward to grab her arm- but you can’t.

“Natalie,” you say. She barely spares you a glance.

“Fucking put the phone down!”

“You know I don’t like it when you yell at me.” But, she puts the phone down.

“Can you get the money?” Shauna sighs.

“I’m working on it.”

“Once you do, we put a GPS tracker in with the cash, and that way we can follow it, and see who, what we’re-we’re dealing with. Together.”

Natalie smiles.

“I cannot believe I’m about to say this, but should we loop Misty in?”

“No. She could be part of this.” Tai dismisses.

“ Well, she did take me to see Travis. And Y/N. But first she fucked with my car. Still, she’s been helping me to figure it all out.”

“Oh, yeah, ‘cause naturally. Um, is there anything else I should know about? Or does the blackmail, Travis maybe being murdered, and this one playing buddy cop with Misty fucking Quigley just about cover it?”

Tai let’s out a sharp breath.

“Okay, well. I’m gonna go see if there’s any vacancies,” you sigh.

“I don’t think there are any-”

“Shut up, Natalie.”

—-

You knock on the door twenty minutes later, everyone left. Natalie opens the door, smiling smugly.

“Need a place to stay?”

“Shut up.”

“Oh, that’s no way to talk to your savior.”

You roll your eyes. “Natalie.”

She opens the door wider, and motions for you to walk in. You sit on the bed, taking a pillow and putting it in the middle of the bed, before starting to shrug off your jacket.

“Seriously?” Nat asks, tugging off her shorts, slipping into the already unmade bed.

“Yes,” you say, providing no other explanation.

You’ve shared motel rooms with Natalie before, slept in her arms before, but seeing her drink today reminded you of why you left in the first place. In a world where all you knew was violence, you had chosen more. But now- in the modern, the real world- love wasn’t suffering. Love wasn’t watching her die.

You slip off your bra from under your t-shirt, imagining this is just your bed, just your bed at home, repeating it to yourself as you switch off the lamp and climb into bed.

Natalie turns on a talk show, so the voices in the background muter quietly.

“Can you not?” you groan, eager for silence.

She doesn’t speak for a moment.

“There’s a tree by the window, uh, it sometimes scratches against it.”

“Oh.” You stare up at the ceiling. You weren’t expecting her to forget it, but, still.

“We’re in New Jersey.”

“I know.”

And besides for the talk show, no one speaks for the rest of the night.

—-

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[worlddevoid]

World Devoid: Episode 1.3 - This Is (Not) Your Morning

(Word Count: 1.1k)

...

Cassie abruptly stops what they're doing and looks up at Baz, then down to the abomination slowly reforming itself on the pavement. Panic sets in and she immediately hightails it back to the RV without a second thought, no longer caring about the spider guts on her designer shoes.

Cassie rips open the passenger side door and clambers up into the seat, slamming it shut as soon as she is safely inside. With a few deep breaths, she regains some of her composure.

Having calmed down a bit, she promptly refocuses on cleaning her shoes.

Relieved that Cassie was able to get to safety, Baz relaxes ever so slightly-- but it's enough for the creature below him to absorb the last piece of its body back into place and turn towards him. ‘Remarkable movement for a creature that just reassembled itself’ Baz marvels to himself.

He raises his axe again, regretfully ready to kill it for the second time, but it launches towards him with shocking speed before he even has time to swing. He stands frozen--- axe poised high in the air, eight-legged undead creature staring directly at him with those unsettling eyes from the center of his chest.

None of the six eyes seem to fit its physique; each one a little different than the other and seemingly belonging to a different body entirely. All 6 eyes are fixated on Baz, but the 'spider' remains perfectly still.

He does the only thing he can think to do in the case of thing-on-chest-that-you-don't-want-on-chest. He rapidly swats at his sternum with his axe-less hand and sprints as fast as his body will let him to the RV. He barely registers that the creature is in hot pursuit as he makes a mad dash for the door handle.

"CASSIE OMIJEEZUSHCRIST OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE DOOOOR!!!"

In an attempt to quell the mounting dread, Cassie turns on the radio at the exact moment the sounds of Baz screaming reaches her ears. She whips her head up at the sound of his panicked voice, eyes widening at the sight of him sprinting towards her with the creature tailing closely behind. Even though the music is extremely loud, she doesn't have time to adjust it and immediately jerks into action. ‘My friend is in need!’

"Oh shit. Shit shit shit shit shit!" She yelps, opening the door as quickly as she can. Loud music floods through the speakers and pours out onto the streets as it swings open.

The fear crawling up the back of Baz's spine urges his strides to lengthen, watching in relief as Cassie leans across the middle console and opens his door. Before he even has time to savor the relief, he slams directly into the now open door- ricocheting off of it and onto the ground with a thud.

"Oops!" Cassie squeaks as the RV door hits Baz head on. He falls back onto the pavement harshly and she looks over in worry- ready to get out of the vehicle if need be. ‘I really don't want to, but I would do anything for Baz’ She thinks.

He scrambles around and pulls his body backwards, scrapping his ass and elbows in an attempt to put distance between himself and what he believes to be certain doom. He squeezes his eyes shut, waiting for his end, but the only thing that happens is the song on the radio continues to play at a blaring volume. While 'Sure Shot' by the Beastie Boys rings out across the pavement, he dares to open his eyes.

Cassie watches in horror from the safety of the RV, but lady luck seems to answer her silent pleas because the creature has stopped its advance on Baz- instead writhing helplessly on the ground as if in pain. A passing thought of 'well, that's strange' sprints across her mind.

In front of Baz, the eight-legged creature squirms and twitches, seemingly overcome by something. He doesn't waste any time and hurries to his feet and into the driver's seat, slamming the door with gusto.

He opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out, instead continuing to stare in awe at the writhing body in the road.

"What is it, Baz?" Cassie asks, leaning over to get a better look at their face. She can tell they've realized something but they're in too much shock to speak.

Baz hears their question, but it's drowned out by his racing thoughts. He's fascinated and horrified and absolutely enamored with the creature now thrashing on the ground in pain to an unknown source. He can't think straight with the music blaring and reaches over wordlessly to turn the radio down. The creature shakes like a dog shaking its coat free of water and resumes running towards them immediately-- spell seemingly broken. It lunges towards the windshield just as Baz cranks the volume up again-- full blast. The insect crumbles to the hood with a thump and spasms as something pulses painfully through its body.

"Incredible" is all Baz manages to say.

"Baz stop playing games and just DRIVE!" Cassie screams, shaking his arm in a panic as they watch the creature spasm on and off.

When Baz doesn't immediately respond, Cassie takes charge and throws the RV into reverse. She reaches her foot over to the gas pedal, backing them expertly away from the pile of cars in the road and getting a good distance away. Once she has a good angle, she puts the RV into drive and takes them up onto the grass, rocking the vehicle as they roll over the hump. She floors it as "Show Me Love" by Robin S blasts through the speakers.

Baz is snapped from his trance when Cassie's leg clashes into his as she swings it over and pushes her foot down on the pedal. He watches in admiration as she perfectly reverses and floors it into the grass. She continues to traverse through the uneven terrain easily, despite her awkward angle.

"Impressive." Baz smirks, finally relieving Cassie of her strange predicament and grabbing the steering wheel. He nudges her foot out of the way and takes over the pedal too. "Unfortunately, that was super cool of you... I may or may not have frozen up in a crucial moment.... I owe you one, Cassie. Seriously, impressive."

"You sure do! And I won't forget it either!" Cassie responds, leaning back in her seat and smiling at Baz nonchalantly. She doesn't actually ever feel that Baz owes her. They know he will always have their back no matter what. Baz smiles back and shares her internal sentiment. Cassie has always been a good friend to him through thick and thin, and he knows they will be for a long time.

After driving for a bit, the road begins to clear up a little, making it somewhat easier to get around, but there are still empty cars every few miles, scattered across the road. As the music continues to blare through the speakers, some of the anxiety begins to ease, but Cassie still fears what they will find when they get to their dorms.

...

[everlaneptune]

Allow me to place where credit is due. Thank you to Clannad for providing the photograph for my custom-made Tumblr header, which I made myself! It's so cute and matches the vibe of this one-shot.

Note. The first and second trio of asterisks symbolizes a flashback. The third trio of asterisks serves as a jump into the future.

WARNINGS: Gore (blood, severe injury), character death (not really, but she does die).

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

•°•

Haunted By Memories

Alcina

Icy condensation showers from the gloomy sky. Alcina’s hair adheres to her forehead and cheeks. Her damp clothing hangs heavy onto her trembling frame. Her teeth chatter as her body drops in temperature. She shivers when the gust of wind assails past her.

What happened? What happened to her for things to go bad?

***

Brambles rip at the skirt of her dress and cut into the fragile skin of her legs. Icy air bleeds into her lungs with every breath that she takes. Tears stung at the corners of her eyes. Servants gossip that the Ragnvindr brothers engaged in a physical altercation. She imagines that the driving force would be the death of Crepus Ragnvindr, owner of the Dawn Winery and father to Diluc.

Her legs scream at her to slow down, muscles aching from exertion. She, however, continues forward. She refuses to stop, fearful of what might happen if she does not reach the Dawn Winery in time.

Alcina crests over the hill that leads to the Dawn Winery. Red and blue light illuminates the horizon, a beacon in the dark night. She dashes into that direction, eyes trained on those lights. Alcina trips over a tree root, spraining her ankle. She shrieks in pain.

And yet, she does not let that stop her.

She pushes past the grapevines until she reaches the lake shore. Alcina spots the brothers standing steadfast, neither of them moving an inch. Glass sprinkles the sand from the blazing heat of Diluc’s claymore. Ice blankets the lake’s surface from Kaeya’s sword.

The battle has already come to a conclusion.

Turning on his heel, Kaeya walks away from his brother. He cradles what he assumes to be a vision close to his chest, right above his heart. Diluc stands still, not pursuing him, even if his grip tightens ever so slightly on his weapon’s handle.

Cautiously, she approaches him.

“Diluc?” she quietly calls out.

She reaches out to touch him, but he flinches away like a wounded animal.

“Don’t.” Diluc whimpers. “Don’t betray me like he did.”

“Diluc, I’m not going to betray you,” she reassures him.

She reaches out to him a second time, but Diluc steps away.

“Are you working behind my back as well?” he hisses out.

“What?” she asks incredulously. “Where did that idea come from?”

“Kaeya confessed he’s an agent of Khaenri’ah,” Diluc informs her. “He serves a fallen nation. So, I ask again: Are you working behind my back as well?”

“Of course not!” Alcina answers. “Diluc, I am your sister. I would never-”

“Not by blood.”

Diluc struts towards the entryway of the Dawn Winery. He enters his home without sparing her a glance. Alcina stands in the rain, tears silently streaming down her face.

***

Alcina limps home. Diluc has considered her as family since childhood. They share countless memories together, ones full of love and joy. He flushes them down the drain willingly. Not only that, but he accuses Kaeya of having ulterior motives. She refuses to believe his accusation, but the strange pupil and dialect all points to the truth.

She peers up at the sky, and her night worsened.

Carbon dioxide rises into the sky. When she crests over the hill, Alcina witnesses the destruction of her home. Hungry flames consume the Mordremaire Estate and everything in it. Navy banners with white flowers in their centers stood before the gates. Strange men patrol the area, weapons she had never seen before in hand.

Her family is nowhere to be seen.

“Papa! Mama!” she shrieks.

Alcina attempts to dash towards the blaze, but a hand catches her.

“My lady!” a familiar voice cried. She turns around to see her butler, Albert, standing before her with a box. “My lady, we must flee. This area is no longer safe!”

“But- But Papa and Mama are still in there!” she protested. “We have to save them!”

“My lady,” Albert consoles her. “Your parents are dead!”

Alcina stares at him in disbelief. She refuses to believe him, yet the look of devastation on his face told her enough. She flees with Albert, who leads her to a cabin hidden deep in Brightcrown Mountains. He guides her into the cramped space. First, he sets the box on the countertop. Albert then sits her on the couch.

“I am going to Mondstadt and retrieve supplies,” he informs her. “Please, do not leave the cabin while I am away. Who knows what dangers roam these mountains right now.” Albert stands and heads over to the door. “I will return in an hour or so.”

Her butler leaves shortly after.

Alcina sits in the quiet room, only hearing the gentle hum of the box.

She knows the object to be her family’s heirloom, a goddess’s power source.

The Cryo Gnosis.

Her thoughts take a turn for the worst.

“I… I don’t want this to happen again.”

Alcina rises from the couch where she cowers for hours. Snatching the Gnosis from its velvet bed, she stumbles into the kitchen to retrieve the butcher knife in the wooden black. With a trembling hand, the black hovers above her chest, directly above her heart.

“And you will never take anyone from me again!”

The blade punctures her chest. She cries out in agony, yet she refuses to falter.

Blood drips onto the cabin floor. Then it pours like a waterfall. An organ beating with life plops onto the floor, breathing its last breath. She shoves the Gnosis into her chest, assuming the role of her heart. Her body sways from left to right before she crumbles onto the floor.

The door scrapes against the floor that cues Albert’s return. Her butler calls out her name once, twice, and a third time in anguish.

“ALCINA!”

She falls into a puddle of blood and salty teardrops.

***

Alcina shoots up from the bed with a scream. Cold sweat drips down her body, and it drenches the bedsheets. Her body shakes, and her trembling hands cover her face. A sense of vulnerability washes over her. Those memories have not resurfaced in years, and they inflict a dull ache in the empty cavity of her chest.

“Not by blood.”

Salty tears burn in her eyes. Her breath loses its steady rhythm. Panic overwhelms her body, causing it to shake even worse than before. Alcina gnaws on her bottom lip, muffling a sob that retches out from her chest. Pain blossoms in her head, throat, chest, and abdomen. It spreads from those areas to the rest of her body, inflicting numbness onto her limbs.

What other memories are going to resurface? Nightmares she wishes not to relive.

“Alcina?” a voice calls out to her. “Are you awake? Breakfast is ready.”

Tartaglia… Her sweet Ajax.

Please leave me alone.

She tries to speak, but a sob escapes instead. Alcina claps a hand over her mouth. She hopes that he does not hear the sound.

I don’t want you to see me like this. I don’t want you to see me in such a vulnerable state.

Archons be damned.

The doorknob swiftly twists, and Ajax steps into the room. His eyes go wide when he sees her disheveled state. He hurries over to her side without a word. Once he embraces her, she breaks down. Alcina clings onto him, her hands gripping tightly onto his shirt. He reciprocates, tightening his hold ever so slightly.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs. Tartaglia kisses her head. “It’s okay.”

Shaking her head, Alcina says. “No it’s not.”

He nods. “Okay.”

Respecting her privacy, Ajax asks nothing. He comforts her, giving her head an occasional kiss. His long, slender fingers comb through her curls. Sometimes, her boyfriend pulls down his sleeve and wipes away her tears. He sways back and forth at some point, a rocking motion which steadily calms her down.

Ajax offers support to her, and she greedily accepts it.

I’m pathetic.

“Do you want to eat breakfast or stay in bed?” he asks.

Her stomach answers for her, rumbling loudly. Ajax laughs softly while she averts her gaze, embarrassed.

“Breakfast it is.”

He lifts her up from the bed. They exit the bedroom and head downstairs. The scent of tea break pancakes wafts into Alcina’s senses. She remembers when Crepus made those every morning for her and his sons.

The empty cavity aches again.

“I figured you would be craving a Mondstadt specialty,” Ajax tells her. “I’m glad to see that I’m right.”

Confusion spreads through her. Then she feels something wet at the corner of her mouth. Horrified, Alcina wipes it away immediately.

She was drooling.

Her reaction elicits another soft laugh from him.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Ajax reassures her. He kisses her cheek. “I think it’s cute.”

“Of course you’d say that,” she replies.

“I speak only the truth, Cina,” he grins. “Everything about you is perfect.”

No. Not everything about me is perfect.

Alcina simply smiles at that statement. He sets her down on a chair before he heads into the kitchen, presumably to retrieve their breakfast.

She stares out one of the nearby windows, which overlooks the bustling harbor. Alcina listens closely. She hears merchants calling out to potential customers. The laughter of young children floats into the atmosphere.

When she hears that sound, something stirs within her.

Alcina never fancies the idea of having a family. Her family leaves nothing but tragic heartbreak in their wake. The Tsarista cast a heritable curse onto her family, decaying their bodies from the inside out. Having children will allow that curse to inflict in their bodies.

The sound of laughter reminds her of Ajax’s dream.

Everyone slows to a halt. She says on that one thought.

Ajax’s dream to have a family.

Alcina spirals. She cannot imagine being the mother of Ajax’s children. The possibility of their children inheriting their poison is too high. She hates to imagine the heartbroken expression on Ajax’s face when he discovers their child’s blight.

She desires Ajax to have a child with a blightless woman.

A gentle tap on her shoulders lures Alcina out of her thoughts. She looks to Ajax, who sets a plate of pancakes in front of her.

“Breakfast,” Ajax says. He kisses her forehead for a nth time. “Quit thinking, start eating.”

“Yes, darling,��� she replies. She munches on her breakfast.

She saves those thoughts for the future. Thinking about it now doesn’t benefit her.

Instead, she enjoys her boyfriend’s presence. She listens to Ajax, who shares his agenda for the day and stories of Snezhnaya. Alcina smiles while he rambles on.

Yes. A future alongside Ajax sounds lovely. She knows that she will be loved every day, even if she’s haunted by memories of the past.

. . .

© everlaneptune 2024

[tavyliasin]

BG3 FicFeb SFW - Day 14

I have no idea why this one just went "oops all angst" so here is your Content Warning for this prompt: THIS SHORT REFERENCES LOSS, FAMILIAL DEATH, AND DARK THEMES. Also some swearing.

Short Fic below the cut~ ----- -----

Day 14 - Family Reunion

The magic oozed through the graveyard with malevolent tendrils of the Weave. 

“What have you done?” Gale yelled, running towards the group, even as the child scampered backwards, still clutching the spell page.

“What she always does, trying to help!” Astarion called back, not unkindly, but the words still stung. 

“No, no no no…fuck no…” Tav was on the floor, pushing herself backwards with her heels digging into the dirt, shaking hands still gripping her daggers. 

“Darling, whose grave is-” He didn’t even get to finish his question as he saw the hand clawing through the dirt. By some instinct that would have felt distinctly foreign had he a moment to think about it, Astarion pushed the child behind him protectively as he aimed his crossbows at the first two corpses to rise. “Gale, a little help?!” 

“I can’t undo it now! Just keep them alive and send those creatures back to their graves!” The wizard was already casting fire bolts at the nearest risen dead.

Tav, meanwhile, remained on the ground. Her eyes were wide, skin drained of all colour, drenched in cold sweat and shivering.

“Darling please, I can’t-” Astarion reloaded his weapons as fast as he could backing up towards her. “Whoever that is, they are long gone. Love I need you to fight. It doesn’t have to be whoever that is, was, just cover our backs!”

“What in the hells-” Karlach’s voice cut in as she dashed down the alley to see what was going on, quickly leaping at the nearest risen dead. 

Unearthly groans filled the air with fear, the screams of civilians who had come to mourn echoing down the streets. 

“SOLDIER, ON YOUR FEET!” Karlach yelled, slashing down another undead and kicking the re-dead corpse to one side. “I SAID NOW!” 

Tav finally started to hear the words, the firm instruction reaching her with no room for argument, and almost no time to react as one of the shambling dead was almost on top of her. She gritted her teeth and leapt at it with both daggers, ripping through rotting flesh with a howl of pained rage. 

“Fire! That helps keep them down - it’ll get up if you don’t-” Gale’s warning came just at the right moment as the body at Karlach’s feet began to rise. Tav threw a small flask of oil on the ground and dipped her blades in it, just as the puddle - and her daggers in turn - caught light from a nearby candle left out for remembrance. 

“Gods, not a moment too soon.” Astarion was already reloading his crossbows again, taking down another that was trying to crawl up from the filth. “How many left?” 

“Six, I think!” Gale was still throwing magic as carefully as he could, the balance between taking down the undead quickly and avoiding civilian casualties becoming ever harder. 

Fire, arrows, daggers, and axe. The sounds became deafening to Tav, as everything became a blur. She let her muscles carry her, the memory of a hundred fights moving her body without need for thought. She became a weapon, doing what she had to do…

It took another few minutes for the battle to finally come to an end, by then Tav was on her knees, daggers dropped to her sides, tears streaming down her cheeks. Karlach and Gale had taken the child to one side, leaving Astarion to take care of Tav. 

“What happened? Are you…sorry my love that is a ridiculous question, of course you are not alright…” He knelt beside her, hand on her shoulder. “Darling, look at me. Look into my eyes. Do you see me?” 

Tav blinked, blurred vision coming to focus on two points of crimson. “I…” 

“Gods, sorry, I have no idea how to handle this…” He took a brief glance around, hoping to see anyone else coming to his aid, searching for an answer in the blissfully motionless corpses around them. The sudden grip on his arm brought him back to face her again. 

Tav’s voice was barely above a whisper, hoarse and strained. “It was…her.” 

“Her who?” 

“My mother…” 

“Darling no, whatever that thing was, it had no relation to you. Not any more. Do you hear me?” He shook her gently, hoping to wake her from the dazed state she was in, but it was no use.

“She…” Tav’s voice caught again.

“We should go back. You can tell me everything later.” Astarion quickly stashed her dropped weapons in his pack, scooping her up in his arms to carry her as her head fell to his chest, tears falling anew. “I wish I knew what to say, my love… I am here. That will just have to do for now.” 

As he walked back to the Elfsong, the vampire couldn’t help but notice how small she looked cradled in his arms. A far cry from the fierce woman who usually leapt into the middle of whatever trouble happened her way. She looked so…ordinary. It wasn’t a bad thing, of course, but some days it had been easy to forget that her body and mind both bore scars she wouldn’t let show so easily. 

Either way, he hoped there wouldn’t be any other family reunions any time soon…

[msriri030]

Perhaps if accepted : Ibara Shiozaki X Photography Quirk! Male reader

I hope you like it. And thank you i was fighting write block and this helped a lot.

You never really believed in love—at least not the way the books you edited at your publishing job described it. Love, to you, was a series of fleeting moments: shallow, hollow, and unremarkable. But fate had other plans, and everything changed that one chaotic day.

You were late for work—again. The bustling city streets blurred into streaks of gray and motion as you dashed down the sidewalk, coffee in one hand and your bag slung haphazardly over your shoulder. The echoes of your hurried steps mixed with the symphony of car horns and chatter, creating an all-too-familiar morning melody.

Then it happened.

A sudden, deafening explosion ripped through the air, followed by screams and the screech of tires. Chaos erupted around you, people scattering like leaves caught in a storm. You froze for half a second, the instinct to run at war with curiosity surging through you.

Villain.

The infamous criminal who had been terrorizing the city for months now stood in the middle of the street, smoke swirling around their cloaked figure like a living shadow. Their presence was commanding, terrifying even, but you couldn’t let yourself freeze.

Your heart pounded, adrenaline surging through your veins as you ducked behind a parked car, peeking just enough to assess the scene. This is my chance. Your quirk, Snapshot, hummed with anticipation, the subtle warmth of its activation tingling at your fingertips.

Forming a square frame with your thumbs and index fingers, you closed one eye, aiming like a photographer lining up the perfect shot. The world within the frame sharpened, colors popping vividly against the chaos. You focused on Villain’s figure, waiting for the perfect moment.

Click.

It wasn’t a sound but a sensation—a blink of your open eye and a flash in your mind as the image imprinted itself perfectly. Your quirk locked the moment in time, storing it as evidence you could later project or print. The clarity of the capture was flawless: Villain mid-step, their mask glinting in the sunlight, the trail of destruction behind them etched into the scene like a grim painting.

But just as you lowered your hands, something unexpected happened. Villain turned. Their sharp gaze locked onto yours, as if they had sensed the precise moment your quirk snapped them into place. Your breath hitched, fear clawing its way up your spine.

The world seemed to still for a fraction of a second. Beneath their mask, their piercing eyes glimmered with raw anger and unrestrained hate, like a predator zeroing in on its prey. Your pulse quickened, not from adrenaline, but sheer terror.

Before you could think, the Villain raised their hand, electricity crackling at their fingertips. A ball of crackling lightning formed, growing larger with each passing second. Without hesitation, they hurled it directly at you, the sharp hum of energy cutting through the chaos.

Your instincts screamed at you to move, but your body refused to obey. All you could do was close your eyes, bracing for the inevitable impact, a prayer hanging unspoken in your chest.

It never came.

Instead, you felt a rush of air and something firm wrapping around you. A vine—a literal, living vine—yanked you back and away from the attack. The lightning struck the pavement where you had been standing, sending sparks flying harmlessly into the air.

You opened your eyes, your heart pounding like a drum, and found yourself staring up into a pair of familiar green eyes.

“Are you alright?—Wait... (Your Name)?” The voice, soft yet commanding, brought a wave of relief washing over you.

It was the hero Vine.

You blinked, her face coming into focus. Her emerald-green hair framed her sharp, beautiful features, and her green eyes shimmered with concern. You immediately recognized her, even though your brain scrambled to process her presence. You’d met before—at a photo shoot, of all things. A freelance modeling gig your friends had talked you into doing for extra cash.

“Vine…” you murmured, still dazed.

She tilted her head, clearly surprised to see you. “What are you doing here?” Her voice was tinged with worry as her vines gently helped you steady yourself.

You felt your cheeks flush as the memory of your first meeting surfaced. Back then, you had thought she was just another hero—polite, professional, but likely to forget your name the moment you left the shoot. You hadn’t given it much thought beyond that.

And now here she was, standing in front of you, shielding you like some guardian angel.

“I-I was just… running late for work,” you stammered, your words fumbling as you tried to keep your focus on her face rather than the chaos behind her.

Her lips quirked into a faint smile, her vines curling protectively around the both of you. “Well, you’re lucky I was nearby,” she said lightly, but her gaze flickered back toward the villain, sharp and calculating. “Stay close to me.”

You nodded, unable to tear your eyes away from her, your fear slowly giving way to something warmer. Something you hadn’t expected to feel—not here, not now, and certainly not while facing down death itself.

After the villain was subdued and hauled away, you found yourself sitting on the curb, waiting for the paramedics to check you over. Your fingers idly scrolled through the photos on your camera, a small distraction from the whirlwind of emotions swirling in your chest.  

The shots were impressive, despite the chaos—heroes mid-action, debris frozen mid-air, and streaks of light painting the battleground. A few featured notable heroes like Shemage, her ethereal magic glowing in soft blues, or Real Steel, his metallic frame reflecting the destruction around him. But most of the shots… Most of them were of Miss Vine.  

You couldn’t help but blush as you lingered on a picture of her mid-action, vines twisting around her with a deadly grace. Her determined expression, framed by her flowing green hair, made your heart skip a beat. You sighed inwardly, leaning back slightly as a thought bubble unbidden in your mind: Damn, I really got it this bad, huh?  

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice Vine pacing a short distance away. Her movements were uncharacteristically hesitant, vines curling and uncurling as if mimicking her inner turmoil.  

Truthfully, Vine had liked you for a while now—ever since your first meeting during that freelance photoshoot. She remembered how focused you were, the way your brow furrowed as you adjusted the lighting or fussed over the angles. Unlike others who treated heroes like untouchable idols, you seemed more grounded, speaking to her as if she were just another person.  

But every time she had tried to talk to you since then, it felt like the universe conspired against her. You were always distracted, running late, or completely oblivious to her attempts. She had almost convinced herself that you weren’t interested, that it was one-sided.  

Yet seeing you again today—your wide eyes full of gratitude as she saved you, the way you said her name like it meant something—had reignited that hope.  

She stopped pacing, inhaling deeply to steady herself. Her gaze flicked toward you, sitting there lost in thought, your photos cradled in your lap.  

It was then that she remembered exactly when she had fallen for you.  

It was during that photoshoot. You were giving instructions to the crew, completely absorbed in your work, when one of the lights fell loose from its fixture. She had instinctively caught it with her vines before it hit the ground, but instead of the usual awe or exaggerated gratitude heroes were used to, you had given her an honest smile and said:  

“Thanks, Miss Vine. You really saved me there.”  

It wasn’t the words themselves that got to her, but the way you said them—like she wasn’t just a hero but someone you genuinely appreciated. That moment had stayed with her ever since.  

And now, here you were again, sitting in front of her, oblivious to the fact that her heart was racing.  

“This is it,” she thought, her vines curling tighter in determination. Taking a deep breath, she started walking toward you, each step more confident than the last, though her heart still pounded in her chest. This time, she wasn’t going to let the moment slip away.

You were still engrossed in the photos on your camera, a soft blush lingering on your cheeks as you lingered on yet another shot of her. So when her voice broke through the quiet hum of the scene, it startled you.

“(Your Name), do you have a moment?”

Your head shot up, and you were met with her striking green eyes, framed by strands of her vibrant hair. For a second, you couldn’t quite form words. Something in her tone—gentle, but laced with a vulnerability you hadn’t heard before—made your heart skip a beat.

“Uh, yeah,” you stammered, quickly setting your camera aside and straightening up. “Of course. What’s up?”

She hesitated for the briefest of moments, her vines twitching as if they wanted to reach out but weren’t sure if they should. Her usual composure as a hero seemed to waver, replaced by something more… human.

“I just…” She paused, searching for the right words. “I wanted to make sure you were okay. You’ve been through a lot today.”

You smiled softly, feeling a bit of the tension leave your shoulders. “I’m fine, thanks to you. Really, I don’t know how to thank you enough. You saved my life.”

Her cheeks tinted a faint pink, though she quickly glanced away to hide it. “It’s part of the job,” she murmured, then added more quietly, “But… you’re welcome.”

An awkward silence settled between you for a moment. You could feel there was more she wanted to say, but she seemed to be wrestling with it. Finally, her eyes met yours again, and this time, there was a determined spark in them.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you something for a while now,” she began, her voice steady despite the nervous flutter of her vines. “I… I really admire you. Not just for your work or your quirk, but for you. I know we’ve only crossed paths a few times, but every time we have, I can’t help but… feel something.”

Your breath caught in your throat, your heart pounding as her words sank in. Was she saying what you thought she was saying?

“I guess what I’m trying to say is…” She took a small step closer, her gaze unwavering despite the slight tremble in her voice. “Would you like to get coffee with me sometime? Maybe… as more than just acquaintances?”

For a moment, you were too stunned to respond. The hero Vine—someone you had admired from afar—was standing here, looking at you with a mix of hope and nervousness, waiting for your answer.

A slow, genuine smile spread across your face as you felt the heat rush to your cheeks. “Yeah,” you said softly, your voice steady despite the rapid thrum of your heart. “I’d like that a lot.”

Her expression lit up, her vines curling in a way that almost seemed celebratory. “Really?”

“Really,” you replied, a small laugh escaping. “But, uh… I’m warning you now—I might end up talking your ear off about photography.”

She chuckled, the tension melting away as she relaxed. “I think I can handle that.”

And for the first time that day, the chaos of the battle felt like a distant memory. In its place was something new—something that made your heart race for entirely different reasons.

[rockinmyownboat]

Vindieziel Wooksvagen:

The Nazi Pinata

There's a phrase i use all the time to encapsulate those insane moments when life spirals out of control like a freebasing pimp on the freeway. When life is on its way to smack me, fuck me and steal my money, i just bend over, smile and say,

"It is what it is."

I love it. You literally can't say anything more. Complain all you want, but what good will it do?

It is. What it is.

Heres an example of a great use of this timeless classic.

I bought a used car. Its A jetta TDI. Its a great drive. Fast as hell. Powerful. Handles like a fucking dream, the way that fine German cars are designed to. You could take this thing on the autobahn and it would cling to every curve like silk on a supermodel.

The car has been running great, mechanically, which is EXACTLY what i wanted. I prayed for that. I asked God for it.

I said, "God, give me A mechanically sound car that hauls ass. And please give me a ripped guardian angel who can keep up. I can install my own stereo deck. Amen"

And i left it at that.

God answers prayers.

With a sense of humor.

This spunky little German is my Nazi pinata. Just one bad surprise after another.

Here's the conversation that's been going through my head every day for the last 4 days since Snowmageddon '23 besieged the citizens of Portland.

I preface this with the fact that ive owned this car less than 2 months.

Me: Gosh...Driving around on a tire steadily leaking is bad enough. Now i have to do it on ice, like... what the fuck am i? a German figure skater with a burst breast implant?

wait .... i can pump it up ....i have a portable air compressor. Im good there....

There we go. Tires pumped. Im as pumped as my tire. Pump up the jams, and Lets go. Driving a diesel on ice makes me feel like im on Ice Road Truckers.

BRING IT ONNNN....

>a few minutes later, staring at the low tire air indicator on the dash, while slipping and sliding down thick sheets of ice that were streets yesterday<

Inner voice : Change the bloody tire...?

Me: Well... i can't.... there's........ no tire places open ... everything's Frozen ... gotta let it go...

IV: You have a bloody spare, you idiot! You could change your own tire, right??? You're as worthless as pig shit on an oil pan aren't you??

Me: Well no ... I'm not .... i could change my own tire...

>lightbulb< I have a spare! SAVED!!!

... wait ....

oh no ....

IV: Where in the bloody hell is the sodding tire jack???

Me: ummm ......

Damn.

IV: Well shit to that idea. Good thing you thought to check for that at the dealership when you bought the car, you fuckin muppet!

Me, somewhat frazzled: Okay, but i got roadside assistance? ATT? Farmers? AAA???? They could come out to put the spare on for me... yes! Ill call them! One of them HAS to be able to make this happen ....

IV: Ha!! Guess what? They have the EXACT BLOODY SAME service provider pool. No responses to level 2 requests. Emergencies only. Blizzard trumps all like its trying to make Oregon less than great again. Foiled again!

>this is where i start slowly breaking down as my inner Chef Ramsay lets loose with a tirade<

Oh hey, don't forget the check engine lights still on, and it will beep incessantly like a digital chinese water torture device.

>anxiety reaching critical levels<

And the driver side handle is still busted from the LAST ice storm, so good luck on those contortionist skills. Every day, you'll open up the driver side door through the back door, from the inside...

Get creative and think thin, you chunky monkey.

Lets add 14 inches of ice and snow to add a degree of coordination challenges as you're trying to get on the road for work, Slippy mcLegstretchy

>anxiety at maximum capacity<

As you settle in with broken seat warmers, take some more snow and smile as you choke on it.

Mother Natures on the rag and you're her bloody tampon.

>critical point reached. Its time to scream<

As i slide down an icy urban Slip'n'Slide, im minnowing back behind a city bus doing a fishtail -- wait no ... i guess its a whale-tail....

...lets be accurate....

...I think to myself .... it is what it is.

[junostwistedworld]

Falling For You

In which you make a lasting impression on Neige when he gets himself in a touch of trouble.

It can be read as platonic or romantic; written in second person; no reference to gender or appearance. Just generally silly/fluff? Reader is assumed to have ended up at RSA rather than NRC.

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You've had a long day. If something could go wrong, it has, and Che'nya's been at his finest when it comes to being a menace. And it's barely even noon! All you want is to get a cafeteria, get something to eat, and sit down for a little bit before your next class... It seems you just aren't going to get a break.

There's crowd gathering around the gigantic oak tree in the courtyard, someone's climbing up it... Despite your better judgment, you stop to see what in the world is going on. You find Rielle somewhere in the front of the crowd and ask what's going on- is that Neige?

He just sighs: yes. They found a baby bird in the grass on their way to lunch and Neige decided he had to put it back before the parents came. A kind gesture, but really a stupid idea. Still... you stay to watch for a few minutes. He's moving carefully, pulling himself up one branch at a time, stops and leans against the trunk before holding onto the branch above him and scooting out. Reaches the bird's nest (how did he even find it...?) and takes the chick out of his coat pocket and drops it in as carefully as he can before returning to the trunk. Polite clapping, relieved chatter, Neige is making his way down. So you turn to leave, lunch has waited far too long...

There's a crack, followed by screaming, you turn around- well. No one should be shocked, the tree's probably older than the castle is. One of the branches have wrenched halfway off the tree under Neige's weight, and now he's clinging to it with arms and legs wrapped tight. Reaching out to try and grab the next branch over, every time he moves though the one he's on rips a little farther off the tree... His fingers have just reached the other branch, and the one he's on decides to give out.

He tumbles down the branches- and you trample whoever happens to be in front of you, because you go sprinting without much thought, skid to a halt under the tree and lift your arms as if to catch him- ... it's less like catching and more like breaking his fall, because you both end up sprawled on the ground. The breath gets knocked out of both of you. And he just slowly sits up, looks at you and gasps if you're okay, you saved him, is there anything he can do to repay you?

Yeah. Get off before you hurl. Because let's be honest- it would probably hurt a lot to have someone fall from a tree and land on top of you. He clambers off, kneels beside you and wavers he guesses he fell for you, huh...! Asks again if you're okay?

Yeah... This is probably one of the least dramatic things you've gotten dragged into since you ended up in Twisted Wonderland. You sit up, he just smiles at you- and then the crowd descends. Swarming around Neige and pulling you up and dusting you off. Someone gives you your bag- either you dropped it or flung it in someone's face in the mad dash to reach the tree and Neige. Speaking of him: you can barely see the top of his head through the crowd swarming around him; even at school he's popular... He's in good hands now, so you decide to take your leave before anything else dramatic can happen.

And by the time Neige managed to wiggle through the crowd to find you... you've disappeared...!

Later that night at your cottage...

... Who sent you a massive flower arrangement? The coffee table's gonna break if you try to put this on it.

It was Neige. Either he's smitten, or you've got yourself a fanboy for life.

♤♡---◇♧

I've said it before, I'll say it again: I'm all for the dramatics. And who doesn't enjoy a crazy 'how we met' story every now and again?

NOTE: I've never edited photos before, this is my first attempt. Very plain, but I still somehow managed.

Masterlist

[astrafangs]

*Frozen lake*

Warnings : Depicted gore

Other parts here : Part 1 part 3

A/N : This is part 2 of my Greek Pirate AU

Ram woke up, blinded by a white void landscape. No wind, no trees, no land, no. Sea? He looked down. A deep rumble sounded beneath his feet, the shockwaves of the currents shifting the dense layers of ice.

A breeze rushed up from behind him, lurching his body forward, making him stare into the endless horizon. There he saw but one lone figure, standing aimlessly, starting to walk away. Ram was gripped by a panic so unlike his regular stoic, unflinching demeanor that his heart skipped a beat.

His feet moved before his conciense and he set off with a mad dash. He had to catch up, he had to hold on, he would not be left all alone in the world again.

Just when he could almost tap the person's shoulder they flipped around, stopping. Ram was met by two all too familiar eyes. Two eyes filled with the anger of dissapointment, of heartbreak. To Ram's horror he saw that he held a blade, plunged deep into the man's body.

It all went blank, the ice cracked and swallowed Ram. Throwing him into a vat of freezing cold. His body shuddered from the temperature drop. The currents played with him like a ragdoll and swept him far away. Ram was frozen in time, he thought it was strangely calm, lying in the eye of the storm.

There was scilence in the water. He saw a shadow moving far away, he tried to follow it with his eyes. Then came a whorrible sound that boared deep into his ears, like the sound of two massive rusty hinges slowly shutting. He watched in fear as two titanic jaws engullfed his entire front view. Then- An intense sharp pain in his core down to his legs, as again and again the jaws struck, then the teeth clamped down hard. Ram swore he heard the loud crack of bones echoing. It felt as if knives cut him, clubs smashed him, only for the fragments of tendons and muscles to whorribly collide with each other again, like a thousand needles restitching his fibers thread for thread. Melting, merging, burning as if the devil smite him with his seering hot pitchfork. Ram's nerves sang and screetched plagued songs. The shockwaves moving through his belly, forcibly rising to his lungs, his chest, breaking all floodgates, exploding out of his throat. A single gutural scream broke through the still night.

A determined, thundering Bheem barreled into the captain's kabuss looking to find the agressors, finding none. But then seeing only the solemn spectre of a man in night gowns lying on his bed, blabbering mouth closing and shutting indecisively, teary wet eyes flickering to all directions.

The faint lantern light went out for one split second. Bheem, still fixated on Ram's eyes saw an ominous glow come over them, they had found their target. Ram lunged forward with a forced and frightened roar ripping up pillows, tangleing himself in the sheets.

Bheem could do nothing but catch the beast as it smashed into his chest, clawing at his coat, desperately trying to press himself closer, burrowing into his neck. "Don't...leave me. DON'T leave me." Ram wailed into Bheem's chest. "Im s-sorry, I'm so sorry!!" Bheem hugged him firmly, slowly sitting down on the bed with Ram in his lap, his neck now drenched in tears and snot. Bheem untied his scarf and dried Ram's red-strained face. He asked "What happened Ram, are you hurt?" Ram sniffled "I stabbed you, I STABBED you, goddamnit. HOW COULD I!!?" He choked out, more tears ran, flooding his face and Bheem's scarf all over. "I could feel your pain as if it was my own, Gods what did I put you through, my dear..." Ram went mute, staring off at something not there. But he had it right there, Bheem kissed his forehead, Ram letting out a hiccup, looking up, finally allowing Bheem in. "Im here with you now, that's all that matters."

- To be continued🦊🦊🌊🌊🌊❤❤❤

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