#the mc is a girl and now she's going to have to sit hours calling all these people to be cryptic and ominous on the phone and then hung up

[one-thousand-and-one-fandoms]

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"Dead serious," the reaper answered and I tried to smother the small grin that reflexively pulled at my lips because this was serious, for goodness sake, control yourself!

"But how? More importantly, can it be reversed? Do you know how many times I said that?! It was supposed to be a joke!"

"Well, now it's not, is it?"

"Answer the question," I snapped, but quickly remembered who it was that I was snapping at and what he could do, "please."

"Fortunately for you, careless mortal, it can be reversed. Just declare: "I hereby release you from your oath for the debt has been paid"," the reaper replied.

"That's it?"

"That's it."

I turned to look at Tony, my elderly neighbor whom I'd catsitted for tons of times in the past without expecting anything in return... let alone his soul. He looked pissed. I would be too, to be honest, if I found myself in his predicament.

"I hereby release you from your oath for the debt as been paid," I said, as solemnly as I could when I honestly found the whole situation absurd. Tony glowed white for a moment before he dissipated like mist in the sun and then the reaper and I were left alone.

The reaper pulled out a rolled piece of an old looking, yellowish... paper? Actually, it looked leathery. It might have been hide, now that I think about it. It probably was.

"Now that that business has been taken care of," the reaper said and cut the string, releasing the roll of rolled hide which unfurled into a long, long strip that curled at the feet of the reaper, "if you'd be so kind as to repeat the same thing to all the people in this list, I'll be out of your hair and you won't ever have to see me again. Until the day you die, that is."

I stared at him. Then I looked over his shoulder to read some of the names. The first name was Terry Susan Appleby. Suzie?! Really? I hadn't seen her since I moved to Chicago in 8th grade. I looked at the reaper.

"You're shitting me," I said.

If the reaper could smile, I bet he would have sported a shit eating grin. As it was his skull face seemed to be mocking me even with the lack of eyes and lips.

"Dead serious," he replied.

"Fuck."

“Sure, it’ll only cost you your soul” you used to jokingly say whenever you did something for free. Everyone always got a laugh out of it, and so did you! Until the first soul showed up in your living room with a very, very tired looking reaper.

[cherryrikis]

ONE LESS LONELY GIRL - 008 ! accidental but pretty intentional

PAIRING idols riki x fem reader

SYNOPSIS fans always point out the chemistry between you and riki, and it only continues to grow after you become mc’s together on music bank. but as your feelings rise, so does the tension. and people begin to notice, so you try not to let riki know how you feel. but unbeknownst to you, he feels entirely the same way.

authors note halfway point! i love this smau w my heart but i rlly wanna start a new one ☹️ this ep tho was so rushed bc i have hella hw uh oh

previous <> masterlist <> next

‘can we talk? meet me at the rooftop garden’

hanni reread out loud, constantly going over the text displayed on your phone as you stared blankly at danielle.

“what am i supposed to do?” you let out a groan, falling down to lay flat on the floor of the practice room.

“finish practice then meet him. duh. easy as that.” hyein replied as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

“yeah, no shit. but i mean, what am i supposed to say to him? we haven’t spoken in over a week since it happened. plus we have music bank tomorrow.” you mumble in response.

“then you have to figure it out before tomorrow.” danielle encouraged as she pulled you up off the floor. she straightened out a few loose strands of your hair, before cupping your cheeks. “come one. one more hour!”

65 minutes had passed, and you found yourself taking the stairs up to the rooftop. when you stepped out onto the concrete, riki was already sitting on a bench, waiting.

“riki?” you softly called out to get his attention. “hey y/n.” he smiled, before gesturing to the spot next to him.

“so.. what’s going on?” you asked, reaching out for his hand. riki gently intertwined your fingers as he turned to face you.

“i’m sorry. for everything. the cafe was my idea. we shouldn’t have gone somewhere public, and now i’ve dragged you into this whole controversy.” he let out all at once, running a hand through his hair.

his face was just as tired as yours, but his eyes remained puffier than ever. you noticed it as you examined his face when you first sat down. the dating scandal had a huge impact. clearly, the feeling was mutual.

“oh, my poor riki..” you pouted. “hey, it’s not your fault. i’m just as involved as you are. none of this is on you. if anything, it’s that barista’s fault for exposing us.” you grimaced as you thought back to her post.

“i guess youre right. yn, you always know how to make me feel better.” he joked, lightly nudging your shoulder.

“guess it’s my specialty. i wish we could go out again though.”

“next time. when you’re officially mine and we can tell the world, that’s when i’ll take you out to a nice restaurant.” riki smiled widely.

“can’t take me out if your laces are untied.” you chuckled, gesturing to his sneakers.

“oh? i didn’t realize. i’ll tie it later.” he waved it off.

the two of you stayed up there for about two more hours, talking and catching up on everything you missed out on before, riki decided it was time to go back.

“let’s go? we can drive back together.” he suggested.

“i think we should go separately, just to be safe, since it’s not over yet. besides, i brought my car, so i cant leave it here.” you replied, feeling slightly guilty.

“yeah, no problem.” riki nodded, but you could tell he was still disappointed.

you stood up, walking towards the stairwell as riki followed from behind. you stepped about 20 paces before you felt yourself crashing down onto the concrete.

riki had ‘tripped’ over his shoelaces, before he ‘accidentally’ fell onto you. you felt him grip onto your waist before you both rolled over onto the floor, which just so happened to end up with his lips on top of yours.

you gently pushed him off with a groan due to the impact from the fall (and the uncomfortable position).

he let out a pathetic apology as you winced once he realized his left elbow was digging into your stomach. there was definitely going to be a bruise. or so you thought. but it was still quite painful.

“sorry.” riki said with a smug look. you squinted at him as you read his expression. he was sorry, for hurting you. not for kissing you.

you stared blankly at him, before standing back up, to grab your fallen belongings. “i’m just.. i have to go.” you muttered, not looking back at him as you hurried down the stairs.

he remained on the floor where you left him, thinking about whether he went too far or not.

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[bohbee]

Brothers reacting to MC getting hit!

Warnings: Blood, Hitting, Ass smacking, Manhandling, aggression, yelling.

Notes: This isn't proofread lmao

Part 2

Masterlist

Lucifer

Lucifers eyes glared at the group in RAD. His legs marched over to the commotion, and his crimson gaze landed on a succubus yelling at.... MC? He let out a heavy sigh and started raking through the crowd of demoms. Until a piercing sound of skin being hit rang through his ears. He looked back up only to find you on the floor, a gash on your lip, a large handprint painting your cheek. That's all it took for his demon form to emerge. The dark aura immediately caused everyone to disperse. Before the succubus could do any more, his hand grabbed their wrist tightly. "Go to Lord Diavolos office, I am sure he would love to learn about what I just saw." His voice was cold and intimidating. "If you attempt to run away, I will find you. You should know what that means." The succubus nodded and ran off to the Lords office. Lucifer kneeled down to your body, carefully grabbing it. "Let's go home."

His fingers delicately cleaned the wound on your lip, "You don't need to tell me anything. Just.... you need to stay near someone at all times, I'm serious, MC, something much worse could've happened." His voice sounded like he was scolding you in which he was, but he was mainly worried. "I know, Luci, I'm sorry." You said softly, and you wrapped your arms around his body carefully. "Thank you for everything." His heart tugged tightly in his chest, and he reciprocated the hug. "Of course, dear."

He softly kissed your forehead, "I don't understand how a human could place these feelings in me." He admitted, pulling you down into his grasp as he flopped on his bed. "Not just any human, your human." His chest swelled with intense pride in that moment, "You have never been more correct."

(Bonus: Diavolo sat happily in his office, writing away on a game week idea for RAD. Until his doors swung open, a pink haired succubus sobbing, he immediately got up to assess the situation but was stopped by Barbatos. "You may take a seat." The butler said to the succubus, she shuddered in fear, and sat in the far corner.

An hour went by, and Diavolo excused himself to answer Lucifers call. Only to return back to the room after a minute, his face enraged. "So." He started off deeply staring into the succubus eyes. "You think you can touch my exchange student?"

Poor pink haired girl)

Mammon

Mammon had invited you out to 'shop' with him, in which you, of course, agreed. Now, the two of you were in a crystal shop. "Hey, this one says prevents lava horse attacks. What kind of crystal does that?!" You asked, amazed at what the small crystal could do. Mammons eyes turned towards the gem in your hand, "Hey! There's one over there matching it perfectly. Stay here. I'll grab it." He said quickly, his body marched over to the other side of the store searching for the similar crystal.

You continued to look at the items around until you heard commotion, "Oi! I ain't stealin' anything. I'm just looking!" Mammons voice rang out. Most of the time, you'd think he was lying, but he literally just told you what he was doing. You walked over carefully, attempting to pull your dear crush from the situation. You reached for Mammons' hand "Lets-" your voice was cut off by a heavy hand slapping your arm away. The greedy demons eyes darkened as he turned into his demon form, growling, grabbing the owners arm.

"Who the hell do you think you are touching my human?" His grip got tighter, his sharp nails digging into the whimpering demon. "Never again." Was all he said before walking out, you in his arms. He grabbed a shit ton expensive crystals on the way out shoving them in his bag, not caring about the consequences. He pulled you to a bench, carefully sitting you down. His eyes immediately peered at your slightly bruised arm. "C'mon human, I could've handled it, y'know?" He said softly, "Let's go to the house, I'll take care of ya, not that I want to or anything..... just that y'know, humans are weak, and I'm your first!"

The two of you sat on your bed, his soft hands holding the ice pack on your arm. "Heh, remember the first time this happened." He said, laughing at the memory. "Yeah... you said to only come to you for help......" His eyes glistened at you, amazed at you remembering his words, "Thank you for helping me, Mams." You smiled softly at him, your lips softly pressed on his. "Oi- y-you can't just do that! B-but of course, the Great Mammon would help my human!" The two of you reminisced on moments the whole night before falling asleep in each other's arms.

(Bonus: Lucifer knocked on the door. After not getting a response, he opened it. He was shocked to see his younger brother cradling your body, even more so when he saw the expensive crystals lying around. "Mammon, why are there -" the eldest whispered in a scolding tone. "He hit them. I took his shit." The white-haired demon interrupted his older brother, in which he only nodded. "Text me the name of the place." He whispered yet again before walking towards the door, "Also, breakfast is ready." Lucifer left the room. Before walking to the dining room, he let a small smile grace his face. 'He finally found his person, the older brother thought.)

Leviathan

You sat with your boyfriend at a game convention in the human realm. It wasn't often that the two of you went on dates, but this was surely an exception. Your eyes fluttered to the screen, Leviathan once again beating a renowned gamer of the human realm. The human grew heated and threw the remote down, "Cheater!" He yelled out, causing both you and Levi to jump slightly.

"Huh?!?!" He said, placing down the controller. The dude placed his fingers in Leviathans face "fuckin' weeb, you think you're so clever cheating in front of the whole convention." His voice was filled with anger, definitely a sore loser. Your boyfriend scoffed, "As if I would ever cheat. A normie like you wouldn't understand the true art of video games!" He huffed, out, cleary annoyed at the accusations.

"Don't fucking speak to me like that." He spat at the purple-haired demon, pushing his shoulder slightly. A crowd formed around the three of you, "Don't fucking touch him!" You exclaimed, pushing the disgusting person back, gaining both of the male's attention. Before anyone could split up the fight, the males hand met your face, causing everyone to freeze in place. Leviathan sprung up, landing a solid punch on the dudes face, "Lotan will be visiting." He said before pulling you up, running outside the convention, and going to your hotel room.

His eyes scanned yours. "S-stupid normies," he muttered, his hands strictly staying at his sides. Fearful of touching you. You chucked softly at him, grabbing his hand, which shook slightly. "Thank you for protecting me, my Player #1!" His purple-orange irises widened. "Y-you did it first. I can't believe he put his filthy hands on you... now we can't enjoy our time. here." His voice was slightly shakey, his hands gripping yours tighter. "It's okay, Levi, we will go back tomorrow in our cosplay, alright?" A large smile and blush painted his face "y-yeah"

(Bonus: the two of you sat in the hotel room quietly, Levi was placing on his Ruri wig as you put on the taco mask. He made his way over to you, smiling heavily. No one had ever accepted him like you did. It truly made him feel special. "M-mc." He muttered, catching your attention. You hummed in response, "Could you..... close your eyes for me?" He asked quietly, and you smiled softly and closed your eyes. The mask on your face slightly lifted, slightly chapped lips placing themselves on your own. You opened your eyes in shock, only for a flash of Leviathan to run into the restroom.)

Satan

You and Satan sat in the Cat Café, reading books while cats cuddled into the two of you. "Ah, I'm going to use the restroom, alright Tannie?" He smiled softly at the nickname and nodded, not lifting his eyes from the page. A few minutes went by, and your body then left the restroom. Slowly walking over to your Fiancé, but a male sat in your seat flirting to a very irritated Satan. You walked over, cautiously staring at the situation at hand.

You huffed slightly, causing the male to stare at you disgusted. You grabbed a chair from another table and moved it towards Satan. However, the extra male slapped your hand. "Don't you see I'M talking to him!" His hand then gripped yours tightly, you went to go look for help from Satan but he was gone.

Suddenly, a loud crash was heard, the grip on your hand letting go. You turned your eyes to the person, only to see the blonde demon staring into his soul. True Wrath filling the room, somehow the cats aren't fazed. "Never. Touch. Them. Again." He said deeply, causing the male to cry out in fear, "Run. If I find you, you will be tortured." The male ran off from Satan's aura.

Your Fiancé sighed heavily, sitting back down. He motioned you to join him, in which you did. His hands softly grabbed your wrist, assessing the bruises slowly forming. "I will find him." He muttered lowly, causing you to sweat drop. "But.... I will not let this ruin our date." He requested some ice from the store along with a cat drink and kitten cookie for the two of you to share.

(Bonus: Satan came back to his room after the date. He laid you in his chest, softly kissing your sleeping head before he went shopping on his DDD for some book. 'The Art of Torture'......... '101 of Dignity Breaking'........ 'Soul Shattering Spells'....... he smiled softly as he ordered the books. He then opened the devilgram and looked up the page of the demon. Satan knew exactly who he was. Now, he just had to let him believe he truly got away.)

Asmodeus

The night was loud, Asmo had dragged you out to a new bar in town. He was exceptionally happy that you agreed to go with him. Currently, he was on the dance floor as you watched from aside him, giggling softly. You took another sip of your drink, and two people walked over and sat beside you. You looked at the time on your DDD, shit it was getting late. You huffed out and got up, going to grab your best friend. Only to be stopped by the two people "Some kind of fucking problem? We sat here, and you immediately left?!" The male shouted, you shook your head swiftly, "No- I just needed to go get someone."

He scoffed at you, his grip tightening on your arm, causing you to wince. "Pathetic human, its a shame they let such trash enter here." He spat at you, the female beside him giggling away. You looked in the direction of Asmo only for his back to face you. The male pulled you closer, "Humans are weak, right?" He asked the woman beside him, and she nodded and smiled.

You went to go pull away only for the male to smack your face. His hand then held your chin tightly, tears pricking your eyes. "HEY!" A loud voice rang out causing the male to look in annoyance, only for his demeanor to change "Ah! The renowned Asmodeus, care to join us in.... taking care of this pathetic thing.." He smirked slyly, Asmo quickly used his charm on him.

"Sit." The Strawberry Blonde said, his voice filled with hurt and anger. Your body tumbled backward as the larger male let go, only for the demon of lust to catch you. "The person who you call pathetic is the love of my life." He spat out at both demons, both affected by his charm. "Now, both of you, go out into the depths of the damned and never come back." He huffed out as soon as they left, "Hon, oh deary, I'm so sorry, let's go home."

He pulled you in his bathroom, carefully sitting you down on his bath. "Your beautiful skin, I am so sorry I left you, Hon. Truly, how could I ever repay you." He placed some cream on your face, which numbed the pain quickly. "It's alright, Asmo. I got you know. Heh, the love of your life~" you teased. The male-only nodded, causing you to blush heavily. "I meant what I said, MC"

(Bonus: After the two of you took care of your wounds, he led you to his bed. He apologized multiple times over the night, horrified at your bruises. However, he made it up by kissing you. Both of you made it official to the brothers the next day. Then the two of you had to explain the bruises......... that didn't sit well.)

Beelzebub

You sat in Café Lament, waiting for Beel to come back with the hoard of food. You took a sip of Bufo Egg Milk Tea. Your eyes locked on the orange head, who started to walk over, his arms filled with food. He settled the snacks down and sat on the chair. Only to sigh heavily, "I forgot the forks, hold on, I'll be back." He said, but you quickly grabbed his hand. "I got it, love. Don't worry. Go ahead and eat." He smiled a large smile before shoving his face with food, muttering a thank you.

You walked up to the grab section and grabbed many bamboo ware, preparing them to break in Beelz grasp. "Hey, hot stuff," someone said beside you. You shuffled your eyes to their body. Your brain grimaced at his appearance. He was obviously a sex crazed creep, trying to get you as his next prize. You gave a soft smile and went to walk towards Beel. Who had his eyes on you the whole time. As you walked, a sharp pain was shot through your ass, causing you to drop the bamboo ware. You whipped your head back only to find the man floored by Beel.

It was shocking, The Avatar of Gluttony was by NO means violent. So seeing him in such a fit of rage made your heart stop being for a second. "Leave." He said to the male, who scurried out of the Café. Everyone went back to their own business, Beel then turned his attention to you. "Are you okay, MC?" He asked softly, his arms wrapping around you. You nodded and hugged him back. "Let's go eat, Beely." He smiled again and pulled you to sit with him. Your body plopped into his lap, your ass still stinging a little. "Here I'll feed you." He mumbled with his mouth already full.

(Bonus: the two of you laid in the common room, Belphie taking up the other couch. "MC, I'm sorry he assaulted you like that." He mumbled to you. His eyes were saddened as he looked at you. "My Beel, you protected me! Stop saying it as if you did it." You giggled and kissed his lips. You looked back at the fireplace only to jump when an angry Belphie was in face. "Explain." He said. this was gonna be a long night.)

Belphegor

The two of you were dozing off in class. He was your seat partner, so it was quite difficult not to get affected by his drowsiness. Your head once again bounced while doing the work. There was a sub today, so the teacher just gave paper assignments. The bell rang loudly, causing you to jump. You softly shook Belphegors' shoulders, "Hmm?" He mumbled, causing you to smile. "C'mon, sleepyhead, it's time to go home." He nodded and slowly gathered his stuff.

You went to go walk out with Belph but was stopped by the substitute, "MC. Correct?" She said, annoyed, both you and the youngest brother turned around, "Ah yes, that's me." You mumbled, waiting for her to respond. "I need to have a word with you." She said, Belphie looked at you with hesitant eyes but walked to the door, "I'll be out here." He said.

The substitute glared at you as soon as the door closed. "You are so disrespectful." She spat at you, her body getting into your personal space. "Ah- I do apologize ma'am I am unsure of what you're talking about." She scoffed at you, her finger pointed in your face, "Sleeping while working! A disgusting human like you should know better!" You groaned heavily at her words, this again, each time someone new came to the school they thought they could speak to you however they wanted.

Your groan seemed to have pissed her off cause as soon as it left your lips, she slapped you and pushed you into a desk. The door flung open, and an infuriated Belphegor in his demon form stood in front of the substitute. He grabbed their jaw tightly, his nails digging into her skin. "Isn't so nice now, is it?!" He said with a malice filled grin, the woman shuttered in fear as she dropped to her knees. Belphie knelt down and whispered something in her ear before quickly grabbing you and rushing to the HOL.

He pulled you into the attic and huffed heavily, opening the mini fridge and grabbing some ice packs. He placed you on the bed and carefully handed you them. "I'm sorry, MC, I know it's annoying to always be looked down upon." He muttered. He carefully laid his body on yours after you settled the ice on your body. He whispered something, and suddenly intense relaxation hit you. He would do this whenever you were stressed or hurt. You closed your heavy eyes, Belphie sighed softly and kissed your shoulder before joining you to sleep.

(Bonus: Lucifer looked at his DDD, bewilderment hitting his face. It wasn't often that his youngest brother texted him, so he immediately opened it. His face grimaced at the message. It was an image of a dark bruise that was on your shoulder. 'What happened?' Lucifer typed. 'Substitute lost their shit on them, I messaged you this in defense, I gave them a heavy sleeping spell.' The eldest brother sighed out, of course. He would usually be mad, but this was proper punishment. 'No worries, good choice,' he texted back before closing his phone. "I'm gonna need to teach these demons a damn lesson.")

[fortunekookie07]

Mc disappears on a mission/snowcrest (Days, weeks, author's choice) I want pain, anguish But a happy ending, with a reunion (the only requirement, life is sad enough 😭)

This is the prompt requested, and I got this idea.

Looking for my Heart

The mission seems simple enough, you thought as you read through the file that Jenna had sent. After you had gone to Snowcrest last year with Zayne and temporarily teamed up with the Deepspace Hunters stationed there she had decided to add more diversity to the training. This included rounds in Snowcrest.

This time it was your turn, you were excited to see Dr. Noah and Pie again. It had been almost six months since your last trip. Getting out of Linkon for the first time in awhile was just the refreshing change you wanted.

Zayne had agreed to take you to the train station so you could meet up with your temporary team, but for some reason, he was late. This was highly unusual, Zayne was almost never late. He prided himself on his perfect manners.

You decide to take your luggage downstairs anyways. Surely Zayne was on the way or maybe even pulling up to the complex now. Upon seeing the quiet parking lot devoid of his car a pout forms on your lips. You grab your phone and scroll through the texts you'd exchanged and check to make sure you'd told him the correct time and date. There it was, Wednesday morning 9:30, along with his affirmation and yet no Zayne. You decide that this is not ok and immediately tap the phone icon to call him.

Straight to voice-mail, a frown furrows your eyebrows and your lips purse out in frustration. You call again, once more, twice more. You almost lose count at the number of straight to voice mail calls you send. So you type him a text in anger.

I know you don't want me to go to Snowcrest but this is my job after all. If you didn't want to take me you shouldn't have agreed in the first place. Trying to make me miss the train is really petty. You hit send without a second thought and immediately call for a taxi. Minutes later one is pulling into the parking lot and finally you are off.

After getting to the station and finally securing your tickets and luggage your phone rings. Zayne's name and picture flash across the screen. In anger you shut your phone off and stuff it deep into your bag.

You walk down a few cars before finding a seat. Across from you is a family. A little girl is giggling as her father is making funny faces and the mother is quietly laughing as well. A smile crosses your face and then unwanted thoughts pop into your head.

For a moment you see yourself and Zayne in that exact situation. Though he'd probably never actually admit it, Zayne would do anything you asked no matter how silly. To him you'd hung the moon and scattered the stars. A small smile came to your face and you violently shook your head back in forth, uncaring that your hair whipped your cheeks as you did so.

"No I'm angry, we're mad at Zayne. Be mad at Zayne"! You chant softly to yourself before slapping both cheeks. Having successfully for the moment chased away the daydream you sit back in your seat as the train begins to move and look out at the scenery flashing by. Slowly changing from city to mountains.

Two hours later the heaters in the cars came on as the temperature outside had dropped. It was snowing lightly according to the weather report. Your about to get your jacket on when an alert sound on your Hunter's Watch. You look down and see that a there is a Metaflux warning on the screen and the scanner is red.

Immediately your heart starts hammering in your chest as a cold sweat rolls down your back. This is exactly the readings you saw on your first day Hunting.

"Look out"! You scream just before everything goes white and you hear a high pitched screech and then nothing.

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She was standing off to the side holding Dr. Zayne's phone. Finally it was her turn to watch for important calls or messages and inform him of them. Finally she would be able to get closer to him. Oh how she had dreamed of this day! Luck was finally dealing her the winning hand.

At least that was the cloud nine Mia was currently occupying until the phone actually started soflt vibrating. A quick glance at the screen sent her stomach straight to the pits of ultimate fury. How did this stupid girl have Zayne's number? She was always around him. It made her blood absolutely boil staring down at her stupid smiling face and name on the screen. "Humph"! She scoffed sending the call straight to voicemail. Oh how it delighted her to reject that snake's call.

Well that was until the phone started vibrating again almost immediately. She's calling again?!?! Mia thought wanting to throw the device into and inferno.

I've been in his department for two years and she already has his number?? How dare she deceive my Zayne! She sent the call to voice-mail again. This went on several more times and she was almost giddy at having rejected the call five times. A wide smile made its way onto her face as a text message popped in then. Zayne would never allow anyone to talk to him like that. She was riding this wave for the next hour before finally the surgery was done.

Mia quickly deleted the records of the call and then looked up as Dr. Zayne set down his instruments and gave his final orders. He was handing the last of the surgery duties over to his team. They quickly got to work stitching the patient back up. Dr. Zayne walked over to her and her heart skipped a beat as she watched another nurse help remove his scrubs and gear before finally standing in front of her.

He looks so tired, she thought silently handing over his phone. He accepted it and a deep frown immediately hung over his face. He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Damn, I'm late". He said quietly.

"Is something wrong Dr. Zayne". Mia asked gazing at his face. Mock concern on it. Zayne only looked at her before leaving the room. Mia was confused, while it was true they didn't have much contact, he'd never outright ignored her before. She shrugged it off as tiredness. It had been a six hour surgery after all.

Mia left the surgical wing and went back to the nurses station to write down the report she knew would be expected by the end of the day. However forty-five minutes later she was being summoned to Zayne's office. He had directly written an email and sent it to her. This had never happened before. Mia had attended dozens of surgeries with Zayne before, but never had an email come to her straight from him.

She was so elated that she didn't even notice the looks she was getting as she practically skipped to his office. Word of her misdeeds had traveled around the entire cardiac ward and then some, but Mia hadn't noticed. Too busy floating in the clouds to see the disapproving stares and mock sympathy she was getting.

She stopped only once at the last bathroom before turning to his office to check her hair and makeup. She quickly undid the ponytail her hair had been thrown in before and finger combed the strands before relying it neatly. Adjusting her bangs to fall just right across her forehead and removing all traces of smudged eyeliner. Perfect! She thought glancing once more before leaving.

Standing in front of his office door she cleared her throat and raised her hand to knock, but another hand beat her to it. She turned a withering look on her face but nearly recoiled in shock. Standing to her right was the president of the hospital along with his secretary and another Doctor she couldn't remember the name of.

"Come in". Zayne's deep voice sounded from the other side. The president quickly pushed the door open and strode inside. His secretary looked at her. A woman in her mid thirties with square framed glasses a high ponytail with side swept bangs and piercing golden eyes. She looked like an eagle that had just found her next pray. Mia suddenly felt small, all her early excitement and high dwindling rapidly to nothing.

She walked into the room like a timid mouse searching for the cat she just knew was watching her. "Y-you wanted to see me Dr. Zayne"? His green and gold eyes looked at her. Expression flat, devoid of all emotion and even life. Her body started to trembled as she played with the hem of her uniform shirt.

"Did I receive any calls earlier this morning"? He asked her out right not beating around the bush. "N-no sir, your phone did not ring". She was sweating nervously. Why was she being asked this in front of the president. She wanted the floor to swallow her.

"Is that so". He said and the temperature in the room dropped ten degrees with that single sentance. He wordlessly turned his computer monitor around to show what he was looking at and Mia felt her stomach sink to the floor as she stared at a frozen image of herself holding Zayne's phone. It was clear as day.

"Are you unaware that in addition to their being an observation deck above my operating room there are also cameras all over the place? Are you sure this is the route you wish to take"? He asked as her pressed play on the video. You could clearly see her holding the phone and looking down at the screen when the device lit up. The name couldn't be read from the distance but the picture of you was unmistakable.

Mia lost all composure as she ditched her cover. "Why does she get to have your number and hang around you all the time like some cheap skank? It makes me sick the way she's always coming to the hospital like she owns the place. She doesn't even deserve to breathe the same air as you. She doesn't deserve to breathe at all"! Mia shouted chest heaving from her words and anger. "Who does she even think she is? She's isn't good enough for you"! She went on. There was no coming back from this, Mia had tossed all caution to the wind and she was going down with her sinking ship.

"Are you so self absorbed that you don't even know who my patients are"? Zayne asked, his voice was cold enough to give Mia frostbite as she practically froze. Horror dawning on her as realization started to sink in. "Not that it is any of your business in the first place. She has an extremely rare heart condition and requires weekly checkups to make sure no changes occur. She has my number because I gave it to her....".

Just then the door burst open and several people came in panicked. "Dr. Zayne you need to see this now"! The male shouted grabbing the remote and turning the TV on to the news in a flurry.

"..Minutes ago on the mountain there was an explosion believed to have been cause by metaflux, at the time the train bound for Snowcrest was at the heart of it. As of yet we are unable to get reports of the accident. As you can see drones are trying to get closer bit having no visual luck. The smoke has completely enveloped the accident. We are able to confirm that the train was blasted off the tracks as you can see here". The reported said as a still image filled the screen.

You could clearly see where the tracks ended brokenly and the huge gouge that had been taken as well as the black smoke. All eyes in the room turned to Zayne who had stood abruptly from his chair with such force that it had been knocked over. He scrambled for his phone furiously before tapping and immediately calling someone. The phone went straight to voicemail. Over and over again to no avail, finally he dropped the phone and hung his head brokenly.

He looked up sharply and sent her a withering glare, "The president will deal with you. I need to go". He said directing the last part to the president.

No one said a word as Dr. Zayne left the hospital and drove straight to the train station. He tried calling Dr. Noah, but to no avail. Emergency lines overruled all other communication.

Zayne felt like all his sanity was about to slip away, you were missing and you took his heart with you when you vanished.

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That had been eight days ago, every news outlet was following the story as the very world held its breath. Four rescue attempts had been made with no results. The explosion had stired up all the Wanderers and the area was thick with danger. Rescue workers couldn't fend off the Wanderers and there just weren't enough Deepspace Hunters that could destroy them, protect the rescuers, and look for survivors. All hope seemed to be lost.

As morning dawned on the ninth day something changed, the areas that had previously been inaccessible were suddenly clear. The Wanderer sightings in the first zones had dropped to zero. Even the metaflux readings were bottoming out. Like the forests surrounding the area was reclaiming itself.

Zayne finally ditched the watch the Association had put on him and headed into the wilderness. You the only thing on his mind. He was coming for you no matter what.

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Pain, that was the most prominent feeling you had first as you tried to open your eyes and move. They didn't want to cooperate. Something shuffled near you and then you realized something was holding your hand. At first you were afraid, unable to open your eyes and unable to move. Panic started to set in and with it dizziness. Even though you were already lying down the ground beneath you was spinning. Like a merry-go-round turned on to fast.

Then there was a quiet shushing. "It's alright, please calm down. Your injuries are serious and we have no way to treat them. We barely managed to stop the bleeding. Your eyes have been covered because there were deep cuts on your forehead. In addition your right leg and arm are badly broken. I don't know the extent of all your injuries so please don't move. If it hadn't been for your warning no one but you would have survived. My wife and daughter are alive thanks to you. Please let us help you". A male voice said softly near your ear. A hand brushed your hair back and then there was gentle pressure on your left hand.

A smaller hand had gripped it holding softly. "We managed to put up some shelter, it's been snowing non stop since the accident and the area is not safe. Your watch alerts us to dangers so we're staying hidden. You're a Hunter aren't you"? Those time a female voice was speaking softly. Memories slowly came back, you remembered the family you saw on the train and tears came to your eyes. That family had survived and not only that, protected you at your most vulnerable moments.

With all the strength you had left to muster you squeezed the small hand still holding yours before passing out again. Thankfully in unconsciousness there was no pain and there was also Zayne.

How you missed his cool demeanor and often icy personality. You missed staring into his deep hazel eyes and getting lost in them. You missed him holding you and waking up to him. In your dreams Zayne had already found you and was gently tending all your injuries while hiding how much it pained him to see you in this state.

The next time you woke up all was quiet around you. Carefully you pulled the layers of cloth off your eyes and peered into the dim light. It stung a bit after so much darkness. Huddled around you was a man, woman, and small child. They looked worse for the wear and tou noted cuts, burns, scrapes, and the like on them. Seems they had been extraordinarily lucky to escape with such minor injuries. You took note of the extent of your own injuries for the first time. Breathing hurt if you sucked in air too deeply, seems you can add ribs to the list of broken. Not to mention the burning paid in your side. That was heavily bound with cloth. That must be the bleeding that was hard to stop.

You tried to lift your head but that just sent oy straight back to the world of dreams. All your energy spent on just moving cloth from your eyes and feeling out wounds.

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Zayne was still unsure of the man walking beside him. He sort of knew about your upstairs neighbor and frequent Hunting partner but had never actually met Xavier before. He was quiet hardly speaking and seemed to be emotionless. Taking down every Wanderer that approached.

He hardly even needed Zayne's help, in fact he was pretty sure the man required zero help at all. It was quite a surprise when Xavier had agreed to Zayne's coming along in the first place. He knew there was more that Xavier knew than he would ever let slip. This guy held more secrets than a diary.

When Zayne had told him he was going to find you with ir without his help Xavier relented and off you were. Easily slipping past barriers and blockads headed for the accident zone.

Suddenly Xavier stopped his sled dogs and walked through the trees. In front the train tracks appeared and so did the spot where a huge hole was. Spanning at least thirty feet wide and probably ten feet deep at its center, it was no surprise the train had been blasted off the tracks. One of the cars lay on its top. Windows busted and scorch marks all over the metal. The fire on this one had burned a long time. The smell of burnt wooden, metal, and coal still lingered in the air. The bursting of snow looked odd on the scene. Any tracks that may have been on the snow were long since gone. Dusted over with more snow.

"Not here". Xavier said quietly leading away from the car and walking further away from the train into the woods. The air was dead silent, no animals had been seen in days. Having run away, or too terrified to come out of hiding.

Zayne felt his heart freezing over with the bitter cold. He would not admit the chances of your survival of the explosion until the evidence was thrust right before his eyes.

The hospital had forced him into a personal leave two days after the explosion. He was walking around in a daze, because quite literally his heart was missing. He got angry everytime he thought about what one of the nurses had done. Rejecting your calls like that several times. Her job was terminated that day. The president would not have such a malicious person on staff at Akso hospital. If word got out that patients were treated like that because a nurse thought she was entitled to whatever she wanted their stellar reputation would plummet.

A crunching noise started coming from a few feet in front of them. Xavier dashed forward towards thr sound.

In a makeshift clearing a man was walking their way. He looked beat up and tired as he froze at the sight of them before smiling in joy. It looked like he had been crying.

"Oh thank god"! He cried coming to them in relief. "We need help, the young woman that is with us is hurt real bad. I don't know if she's going to make it. I can't treat her injuries. Zayne felt his blood freeze as a sickening feeling came over him. "Show us". He said and the man immediately turned are hurried back the way he'd come. For the first time Zayne realized there was a tent strung from blankets and branches.

The man pushed the heavy blanket aside and went in. Zayne paused for a moment before he and Xavier followed. As soon as Zayne got a look at who was lying on the ground it felt like his soul left him.

There you were, his heart so battered and hurt he could barely breathe. For the first time Zayne wished he didn't have any medical training ir knowledge. He could easily see every injury and the signs of the ones the untrained eye could not.

A fever had set in and you were shivering despite the blankets on you and the two people huddled near you trying to keep you warm.

"Move aside", Zayne said with a calm he didn't feel. He took his backpack off and immediately searched for the pain medication and bandages. He gave you a shot to dull the pain your broken bones would definitely be giving you. He removed the cloth wrapped around your stomach and examined the injury. He could tell they had tried their best to care for you but lacking any supplies at all it had been a struggle. Signs of infection were already setting in. The jagged cut to your side was deep and would require antibiotics and stitching. Neither of which he had now. He just tried his best to clean the wounds with the basic supplies he had and moves on.

At some point during his treatment, you woke up. Eyes hazy and unfocused. "Zayne can't you find me already"? The fever had made you delirious. "Hurry and come find me Zayne. I can't hold out much longer". He stoked your head and mumbled. I'm looking for you, I'll find you soon. "M'kay". You say before slipping back into a feverish sleep. "We need to get her out of here now". Zayne says to Xavier carefully turning you onto your back and the carefully picking you up.

Your face scrunches in pain and whimpers escape your lips but you do not wake. The pain meds are doing their job, for the most part.

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After what seems like a year later you're waking up. You tense as you realize that you no longer have anyone around you. The little girl is gone and so are the mom and dad.

It takes you almost three minutes to notice that you are lying in a bed now and not on a covered ground with several blankets. Only when you realize that do you also hear the sounds of machines. You blearily open your eyes and see the white walls and the large curtained window on your left.

Zayne is also there, asleep in a chair that just screams uncomfortable. There is a chart in his lap and you realize it's yours. You are glad that you can't read what is written from your angle. You try to turn onto your side and one of the machines starts beeping angrily at you.

Zayne snaps awake instantly and reaches over to press a button. He removes his glasses and rubs his eyes. He must be exhausted. You open your mouth to speak but all that comes out is a whisper. Your mouth is so dry.

Your voice is only a whisper. Instead you try to move your hand. This manages to catch his attention. He is immediately checking you over. Doctor mode has been activated.

"Are you in pain? How is your head"? He fires off questions rapidly. Unable to answer them you point to the water on the table. His gaze follows your finger and he grabs the glass holding the straw for you to sip. "Slowly, not too fast". He gently chides.

"Zayne, you found me". You say not answering any of the questions. "Of course I did". He says matter of factly sitting down and staring at you again. "I know you are too resilient to go down without a fight. You're tougher than that".

You smile softly gazing at him. "I need my heart". He gently takes your hand staring at the ring on your finger. He won't say it but you have certainly put his heart through a beating.

"When can I leave the hospital". You ask and he just sighs. "You're just going to have to stay put for awhile. You're in for a long recovery. The extent of your injuries were no small matter.

"Dr. Zayne I'd like you to return my finacee to me now". You say in a joking manner squeezing his hand.

A long sigh is drawn out from him before he says "just what am I going to do with you"? He leans over and kisses your forehead, both eyelids and then finally your lips.

"I hope you know a person can't live without their heart. Don't make mine disappear again. " You smile, feeling warm with his words.

[ad-hawkeye]

a big list of my favorite little alkaid moments

[modern] being found absolutely conked out in the snow on the mountain. that's one way to have a meet cute i guess.

[modern] alkaid's "morning call service" where he calls mc each morning pretending to be a hotel help desk staff member reminding her to wake up... only to keep it short sometimes because he can't bring himself to wake her up

[modern] whatever sort of Beep inside joke they have going on where they pretend to make a reservation or selection for each other

[modern] alkaid requesting to do the ET finger touch thing when talking about aliens with mc

[modern] mc claiming that she's the dangerous one of the two when it comes to her and alkaid.

[modern] beanie and sparkles having cat play dates. alkaid also using "sparkles would like to see beanie" as an excuse to see mc.

[modern] the only time this alkaid had a murderous look in his eyes was when someone tried to hurt sparkles.

[modern] "hey don't feel down! as long as you try your best, you can definitely become a horrible person!" "......! well if you really think so, then i'll give it a try."

[modern] alkaid being a natural flirt to the point where he doesn't even realize he's doing it sometimes, but being unable to take what he dishes by getting blushy or bashful when mc flirts with him instead.

[modern, halloween] alkaid absolutely struggling to put on the angel wings for his costume and needing mc to help him get the second wing on.

[modern, halloween] mc lamenting that she can't resist eating some of the candy she makes and alkaid being like. oh no. no, that's not falling to temptation, that's just taste testing. and it is Totally your duty.

[modern, halloween] alkaid apologizing for being too forward even though all he did was say he liked mc's bouquet for him the most. someone lock this man up, we are NOT safe with him on the streets.

[modern, princess day] alkaid being "deathly terrified of screwing up" bartending for princess day for mc so he practices.. for hours…. and hours…

[modern, love day] if mc chooses to look at the scenic photos alkaid took at the carnival, alkaid will jokingly claim the ones of him and her are now his and yoink them away from her

[modern, love day] alkaid saying mc can act like a cat when she visits his place, only for her to meow at him and step on his foot

[godheim] alkaid asking for a hug before he overexerts his magic and then goofily proclaiming that he's "so scandalous!" before giving mc another side hug.

[godheim] mc and alkaid's banter where alkaid initially says "good girl" to her for keeping her eyes closed during his magical overexertion, only for mc to say "you're being such a good boy" to his frozen body in the carriage, where his eyelids just barely twitch in vague annoyance.

[godheim] speaking of being frozen. he heard and saw everything mc did while he was in that state. so that was definitely him responding to her. he also remembered her kissing him. he refuses to answer mc when she asks if he was conscious.

[godheim] zack calling alkaid out on wearing his old mage outfit simply bc mc likes it. alkaid just smiles and is like hey. quiet. you might wake her up and she'll hear. that's not how you treat the guy who saved your life 🥺🥺

[godheim] alkaid's support for ayn and mc during ayn's route and helping the two of them escape.

[godheim] during the hunting event, alkaid has to be forced into participating by lars' orders. even then he still doesn't participate and proceeds to buy all of the meat at the market place with the money he and mc made off of his magic tricks. he claims this is definitely not cheating. mc agrees.

[eden] there's not a ton for eden since that world's alkaid is the equivalent of a sopping wet pitiful cat, but there's something endearing about alkaid learning all of his social graces and dating etiquette from old books. the prefect had to sit and watch all of this like some sort of long suffering older brother forced to play dolls or whatever

[eden] alkaid panicking and running off when mc asked him to find the missing boy who called for help.

[eden] out of all of the things he could have chosen to wear, alkaid picks out this like. coquette?? pretty boy tuxedo? WITH a cunty little earring? good for him... good for him!

[eden] he also makes a bunch of little model dioramas with houses, gardens and people in them. if he ever went to the modern world he would LOVE michael's.

[eden] in his epilogue, alkaid remade his little lantern with him and mc in it because she was the only one who could stir any kind of feeling in him after losing his emotions. he gets very embarrassed if she finds this out.

[46inpm]

MLQC Housemates Party

Hello I’m back after… awhile but been wanting to do housemates headcannons

PLEASE DRINK RESPONSIBLY🙏 as they may not lol

Victor - Red, Lucien - Purple, Kiro - Orange, Gavin - Blue, Shaw - Green, MC (You) - Pink

I'm changing MC to where she has a good alcohol tolerance and is a bit of a party girl herself

Okay now onto the actual headcanon

They do parties from casual get togethers to formal events to drinking like they’re in college

Rating: Mature

Casual Get Togethers

Just a few friends and co-workers for holidays, casual birthdays, and regular cookouts

Victor is normally the cook for this with the help of Gavin

Gavin is such a grill type of man

They’ll cook as friends are coming over with a movie playing

In the summer they have pool parties

Lucien would be in charge of taking photos of Kiro in his swim trunks to post online for later, gotta feed the fans

When they have a get together in the house there will be a few drinking games

Truth or Drink goes crazy because I know for sure none of the housemates except for MC will answer really personal questions

"Body count?" "Craziest drunken experience?" "Have you ever had a wet dream about MC?"

After that truth or drink wasn't allowed to be played anymore in the future

If it's just the housemates sitting around doing games then they'll be slightly more open

At the end when friends leaves, MC falls asleep on the couch with one cuddling her and the others continuing their conversation

“I’m telling you there’s a raccoon going through our trash.”

“We either call animal control or get rid of it ourselves.”

“Hey, you guys leave Chunky King Bob alone!”

“Great he’s named it…”

Formal Events

They have a whole mansion that's big enough to do an actual formal event

Victor and Kiro are normally the host as it’s kinda required for their reputation

Honestly, both wouldn't do them if they didn't feel obligated for work

Victor, Lucien, Kiro, and MC are the planning committee

Sorry Gavin doesn't have the imagination for this and Shaw is lazy

They'll hold meetings in Victor's office or in the dining room

Most of the time it's a black-tie event but a few times it's themed

The entire house goes on a cleaning rampage the days before

Victor punishes anyone who slacks off by making them wash the dirty garbage cans outside

Really Shaw’s punishment most of the time

Also I know Victor is going to be some animal in heat seeing you all dolled out

Just seeing the jewelry set he bought you decorating your neck and ears is doing something to this poor man

As you're getting ready before the guests start showing, he comes in your room to "check on things" but will just watch you get dress

Slow makeout session happens and when someone knocks, he'll leave pretending like he really was checking on things

"MC have you see my blue tie? Huh, Victor what're you doing?"

"Checking to make sure MC did her tasks."

You're just standing there flushed

Be prepared to be starstruck by the number of celebrities you'll see for Kiro's big birthday event

Lucien and Gavin will sneak you out of there to get alone time separately

"It's stuffy in here."

"Let's go get some fresh air."

You'll be out with them for a while having personal conversations that both of you lose track of time

Their eyes staring so lovingly into yours, never breaking eye contact, hands holding yours or rubbing your sides

THE TRIANGLE METHOD (EYES, LIPS, EYES) PLS LET ME OUT OF MY CAGE

More slow makeout sessions and boy do they want to keep going for the rest of the party

Like the Bachelorette when they have the one one-on-one convos

If Kiro or Victor find out they'll be the most grumpy toward you, imagine a pet that's giving you the silent treatment for not feeding them a third time

"While I had to have meaningless conversations with everyone, I wanted to be with you. Seems you didn't care."

Give the pouty idol your undivided attention for the next couple of hours and he'll immediately forgive you but good luck on Victor

To the housemates, it's a genuine mystery on where Shaw goes in the middle of the event

They'll see him but a second later he's gone missing for the next couple of hours

“Where’s Shaw?”

“I thought he was with you…”

“I thought he was with Gavin.”

“You need me? Did everyone leave already?”

“What the-”

“It’s been three hours.”

Clubbing/Partying

Normally all of you won't go partying together, even if someone invites the housemates out, only a few will go

Gavin, Kiro, and Shaw are always out with you having a blast

I don't ever see Victor or Lucien coming out for these

High levels of socializing and drinking just aren't them and they'll barely talk to each other while everyone's gone

Gavin is the DD (designated driver) and sober dad

Think of the meme with the dad having his children on the backpack leashes going in the opposite direction, that's him but with 3 adults

Kiro will be dancing with you, or drunk rants to someone while Shaw is doing beer pong

Shaw loves being by your side and his hand wrapped around rested on your hip

As much as Gavin and Shaw don't get along, Gavin always checks on Shaw and steps in the way if some drunks try to pick a fight

Back to the house, you're drunk along with Kiro, jumping practically off the walls

Victor and Lucien trying to get yall to drink water

You'll sing praises to everyone about Gavin taking care of everyone

When you're lying in bed, Shaw will sneak in to sleep with you

"Feeling lonely?"

"No, knowing you, you'll wake up hungover. Going to need someone to hold back your hair when you're yaking."

He'll never say the real reason to just cuddle

The only times all housemates go out to party and drink is the rare clubbing occasions

Normally high end clubs

Everyone dressed in their clubbing/partying outfits

The boys will wear nice button ups or plain t-shirts with pants that will go along while you wear a backless top and miniskirt

In the club they’ll reserve a table…for the Li family? so they can immediately sit down and start drinking

We all know Lucien says he’s a good drinker but he’s really not as he doesn’t space out his shots

You’re not helping as it’s shot o’clock every 30 minutes with you

“For going out! For finishing the week! For housemates bonding!”

“Okay, I think that’s enough. Also, Lucien you don’t have to keep taking the shots.”

“Haha, I’m fine.”

Takes a lot of pleading from all of you to have Gavin and Victor drink up (sober dads on break)

From there on things ramp up!!!

Everyone loosens up a lot and have the funniest conversations

Talking about inside jokes to personal stories

Later on the dance floor you’ll be grinding on one of them then the next and making out

The types of drunks: Lucien - possessive drunk, Kiro - happy drunk, Shaw - funny drunk, Victor - horny drunk, Gavin - crying drunk

Lucien’s Ares side come out a lot more that he just wants to be in your embrace and no one touches you

Takes a while for you to calm him down and let the others be near you

“Why did you let him kiss you?”

“Lucien, you also did too. It wouldn’t be fair to the others. Let’s all have fun.”

Kiro is the type to legit constantly compliment anyone and give some motivation speech as if they’re about to jump off a cliff

“Youu’re soo handsome and kind b-but I feel you don’t even know it.”

Shaw’s jokes are so perfectly timed with his expressions that everyone’s sides hurt from laughing, funny how he’s so calm when he says it

“I’m one drink closer to getting a tramp stamp.”

Victor isn’t a big fan on PDA but now he wants you to give him a lap dance mid club and says the dirtiest stuff

Even Lucien and Victor are at war while drunk

“You love the feeling of rubbing yourself against me.”

Poor Gavin has so much regret that he starts pouring out normally to Kiro about wishing he did things differently

“When I left I should have had-had more courage to tell her what I felt but I did not-I didn’t.”

“I get what you’re feeling! Trust me ev-everything has been working out. Like you’re here with Miss Chips getting wasted!!”

Ride share dropping all of you back home still drunk but trying to sober up, everyone is seriously tripping over themselves, laughing controllably

Trying to drink water and devour leftovers

After awhile everyone decides except Victor to sleep in his room because he has the biggest and comfiest bed

As everyone is falling asleep curled up to MC or snuggled in the comforter they knock out

[subrenaspade]

Twisted Wonderland x Reader :No Place For Children Heartslaybul Pt. 1

This story is just some cute fluff I thought that some of you all would enjoy. There might be some cursing, that's all I can think of at the moment. The reader does have a bit of a backstory, giving her a little bit of OC vibes, but besides some background elements the rest is up to you. I only write Female, if that bothers you I'm sorry, I'm used to writing female and I keep having to go back to take away she/her pronouns. 

I do plan to make a series but more along the lines of while in this dorm for one chapter then while in this dorm for this other chapter.

A little background about the MC in my story so you're not all too lost. The MC used to suffer from androphobia (A fear of men), that has to do with some past trauma That I might go into more detail about later on if I decide to continue this story. The MC is also a Orphan losing her father at four, then her mother at fourteen, so there will be mention of family. The MC spent all her time in foster care, due to her mother being an orphan herself and her fathers family disowning him. 

:(Prologue)

Heartslaybul: pt one (you are here)

Savanaclaw: Soon

Octavinelle: Soon

Scarabia: Soon

Pomefiore: Soon

Ignihyde: Soon

Diasomnia: Soon

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The second Riddle had caught sight of the troublesome duo, they had collars around their necks. They also got stuck on hedgehog duty, by themselves may I add. About an hour after arriving (Name) Woke up in the arms of Trey who, let's be honest, was using her as an excuse for some quiet time. (Name) pulled away from the green haired man with glasses with a start, confused about her surroundings. A hand was placed on her head, making her stop frantically looking around. 

“Don't worry, (Name). You are just at Heartslabyul, our dorm.” Trey explained, the girl slowly relaxed at his gentle words. “How was your rest? You where really tired.” Trey laughed a little. (Name) nodded her head as she rubbed some of the lingering sleepiness from her eyes. 

“Oh! (Nickname) is awake! Hey cutie!” A ginger with long hair and a red diamond under his green eyes almost squealed. The girl shrank a little in Trey's arms, making him send a scolding glare at Cater. “Sorry, I didn't mean to scare her.” Cater chuckled warily. Trey stroked her hair soothing the already nervous child. 

“Its okay, He is my friend, Cater. I guess I have yet to introduce myself too, Im Trey.” He explained, knowing that this information might give the girl some comfort. She eyed both men before giving them a hesitant nod. Her body relaxed as she looked at the two boys. 

“Hi Mister Cater and Mister Trey.” The girl said politely. Both boys looked at the young girl, feeling really old all of a sudden. 

“You… uh can just call me Trey..” Trey muttered, feeling tired. 

“Yeah, Just Cater…” Cater followed, sitting next to Trey to pull the girl into his lap. (Name) kinda sat there feeling like a baby getting passed around at a family reunion, once she remembered what happened in Crowley's office. 

~~~(Moving to your POV cause this 3rd person is throwing me off)~~~

I shifted around as Cater started to play with my hair. As strange as it was, these strangers didn't seem dangerous to me, they almost felt comfortable. I jolted as I heard someone coming into the living room we were in. I turned around to see the man from earlier with something around his neck. I smiled at the sight of him, leaping off of Caters lap and rushed over to him.

“Ace!” I cheered as I wrapped my arms around his legs, earning a yelp from him. He had frozen in my grasp as I looked up at him. A sly smirk played on his lips as he kneeled down in front of me, meeting me at eye level.

“Hey pip squeak. I see you're awake now.” Ace said as he patted my head. I grinned at him with a nod. “It's good to see that you calmed down now. I thought that I was going to have to get the tickle monster after you earlier.” He said as he started to poke at my side. I let out a small squeal, giggling at his playfulness. I reached out and booped his nose, making him freeze. A slow evil smile played on his lips as he raised both hands slowly, wiggling his fingers to indicate that he was going to tickle me for real. I yelped as I bolted away and around the couch with him following me. 

I let out playful cries for help, though it only made the boys chuckle or smile at us. After running around for a bit I finally started to feel my little legs tire out a little, so I ducked behind the leg of a navy blue haired boy who had entered with Ace when he came in. I held his leg breathing really hard, trying to catch my breath. Ace had stopped in front of us with his arms out ready to catch me. The boy looked down at me with a blush. I fisted his pants leg in my hands giving him my best pleading look. “Please help me, mister.” I begged he stiffened at my words looking shocked I was asking him for help. Ace froze at that too, giving me a shocked expression. 

We all sat in silence for a few, then the boy swooped me off my feet and into his arms. A look with fierce determination and a challenging smirk played across his lips. Then… He bolted. I squealed as he took off down the hallway and out the door into the front yard or was it a garden. I saw Ace rushing after us and giggled into The boy's shoulder. “Deuce! You traitor!” Ace called out. I felt the boy laugh at the call out of his betrayal. 

“It can't be helped! You saw her face!” The boy who I now know as Deuce called back. “She was too cute!” 

I gave Ace an ornery wave as I tightened my grip on Deuces shoulders. Ace gave a scowl at me but soon replaced it with a smirk. He tried to pick up the pace, though Deuce still seemed to run faster than him. I then saw Aces face drop into what I would assume was horror. Followed by Deuce letting out a gasp and slipping on his own two feet. I yelped as I felt his feet slide under him, letting him land on his butt. He made sure to keep a firm grip on me, even going as far as to place a hand on my head to prevent me from bumping my head. 

“What do you two think you're doing..” I heard someone seeth. I stiffened at the enraged tone, gripping Deuces jacket. Ace had caught up to us and stopped right next to us. 

“We were just playing-” Ace was cut off with a stern voice. 

“You two have yet to do the flamingo enclosure, and your out here playing?” I had finally looked up from Deuce's shoulder to see that it was the red haired boy from earlier. I shivered at the look of anger on his face. “First you cause an accident in your class, then you try to-” I looked down feeling guilty since I was the one who got them in trouble. I pushed off of Deuce, somehow getting out of his tight hold, making Riddle snap his lips shut. I stood in front of both of them, trying to act like a shield while looking down in shame.

“I-Im sorry mister. I was the one who had them play with me. I-If you need to punish me.” I claimed to feel my legs shake. I pulled all my courage to look up and met the red hairs glare. His eyes were wide as saucers and his mouth shut and closed like a fish out of water. Slowly his face turned red. He stood still as a statue and stared at me as if contemplating every life choice he made. Finally after defeating silence he sighed, seeming to relax. He moved his gaze back to Deuce and Ace.

“Go finish the rest of your chores.” He commanded, earning surprised looks from the two boys. He looked back down at me and held out his hand. “You will be coming with me, we need to talk for a bit.” He started, waiting patiently for me to take his hand. I nodded my head, taking his hand. I turned and waved at the two still shocked boys as we walked away. 

~~~~~( third POV)~~~~

The little girl hung her head in shame as she was led through the hallways. Riddle felt a cold sweat run down his neck. Riddle can honestly say he had no clue what to do with her. He didn't have a real childhood like many of his peers, and he knew that not every child would be able to follow the rules that he had abided by in his raising. This meant that he had to control his temper and learn to let some rules go, even though it went against everything he learned. 

He was normally very lenient with her since she was from another world with no knowledge of the rules here, but she had always made an effort into abiding all the ones she could remember and keeping in mind the ones he would explain to her if she broke a rule unknowingly. However a child wouldn’t be able to remember all of them, so with a talk with Trey, as long as there was really no harm he would let it go. 

Finally making it to his room, he opened the door and ushered the young child in. He had asked Trey to bring in some tea and snacks that sat on the small coffee table in front of his chairs. Riddle finally released the girl's hand walking over to pour the tea. 

“Go ahead and have a seat (Name).��� Riddle ordered. The little girl who was sure she was in trouble, nodded her head and crawled onto the sofa waiting for her scolding to begin. She looked down at her hands in shame as she waited for him to start, only he never did. She stiffened a little when a tea cup on a saucer blocked her view of her hands. She looked up at Riddle who held out the drink to her. With steady hands she took them into her hands, making sure not to spill anything. She looked back up at him confused at the kind gesture. 

“I suppose I should introduce myself” Though you already know me Riddle fought the urge to say. “I am Riddle Rosehearts, the dorm leader of this dorm. For the next few days and nights you will be staying here and sleeping in my room. Some of the students have offered to let you tag along with them during classes. So you wont be alone.” He explained, taking a sip of his tea. His eyes drifted to the still confused girl. She bobbed her head up and down to show that she understood him. “Trey told me I should inform you that I can be a little…… strict when it comes to rules… But I will try too be lenient and let some things go since these rules will seem… odd to you.”  Riddle tried to explain in a slow but easy manner. 

“Rules? But aren't there rules for a reason?” She asked, tilting her head.

“EXACTLY!!” Riddle exclaimed, making the child jump in surprise. He stared at her awkwardly then moved back to cough into his hand. “It's more… tradition for this dorm. So there is no need to worry about it.” He explained. The girl nodded still startled. She finally tilted her head at him confused.

“So mister Riddle… You're not mad at me?” She asked. He looked at her confused at the question. 

“No, why would I be?” 

“Well, you were really mad when we were playing earlier…” She explained. It was Riddle's turn to jump a little. He placed his saucer down as he recalled that he never explained that situation, though he would have to jump over special information.

“There seems to be a misunderstanding. I was more upset with Deuce and Ace for dodging their punishment. You see they put someone I care about in a bind due to their negligence. I MEAN SOMEONE WHO IS IMPORTANT TO MANY PEOPLE IN A BIND!!” Riddle corrected the last part as he realized he admitted out loud he cared for the perfect, though she had no clue she was the person. 

“Oh…” She said, looking at him in understanding. 

“A-Anyways dinner will be ready before too long, go wash up!” Riddle stood feeling his nerves rattle around. She looked at him then down at the tea she had yet to touch. She chugged it down and slid off the sofa to place it on the coffee table. She let her eyes linger on the cookies on the try, hesitantly looking up at him.

“Be for that… c-can I have a cookie?” She asked. Riddle felt his mouth form a no, but stopped himself. It was like a wave of trauma washed over him. He stood there, living every moment his mother told him he was not allowed to have any sweets or anything that was considered not healthy. Every smoke on his hand, Every time he was forced to sit at his desk  to work on a problem or think over his actions that were wrong in his mothers eyes. His hands trembled and he bit into his lip to keep from having a wail leave his throat. 

A hand. 

A small hand grabbed his arm and held on tight. He blinked his wide eyes still holding the trauma that he was reliving. The small girl stared up at him, worried swimming in her expressful eyes. He gave him a gentle nudge, making his legs buckle under his weight. However she had him pushed against the chair he was once sitting on. She crawled up next to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. All those horrible memories faded away as the warmth of her arms brought comfort to his shocked heart. He sat there silently as he regained his composure. His breath that he had not noticed he was holding started to come out in slow and even breaths. 

Once his brain started to catch up he wondered what happened. He has told many people no before. It was a common word he used for the troublesome duo, why was it so different all of a sudden. He then looked at the girl who still held him in her small arms as if protecting him. Maybe it was because he was saying no to a child?  (Name) Finally pulled away from him, noticing he had calmed down. 

“Are you feeling better?” She asked in a small voice. She stroked his hair as if comforting a child. He then came to the understanding that this was not the first time comforting someone. She analyzed the situation and his person and acted how she thought fit. No child should be able to react like that. 

“H…have you done this before?” He asked. The girl gave him a small nod.

“When anyone mentions daddy to mommy… she gets the same look in her eyes you do. Hugging her and letting her sit helps….” She explained, still stroking his hair. He felt his body droop a little, this time wrapping his arms around her to get an extra grounding. The small child did not complain or say anything to make him pull away, she wrapped her arms around in return and leaned into him. 

“That's…. Not something I would have expected….” He muttered, trying to finish gathering his thoughts. He felt the child let out a tired sigh, but not say another word. He already knew she had suffered quite a few loses in her life, from her father, then her trust, than her mother. But he didn't know what happened to her after the passing of her father. Not once has she brought it up or pushed blame onto her mother. However as an adult she was never one to bring up much about herself without being asked. That seems to be similar to her as a child. Someone who had to learn to be sympathetic and selfless at a young age. Someone who gave up their childish mind at a young age to please others. Someone…. Who was starting to seem similar to him in many more aspects, yet different in their own situation. They both just held each other, enjoying the human contact the silent comfort they got from the other. 

‘Knock Knock” 

“Riddle, you guys ready to go get dinner?” Trey’s voice came from the other side of the door. The second a knock hit the door, Riddle stiffened, but when he heard Treys voice he relaxed, knowing that Trey would not enter without permission. He pulled back, coughing into his hand to get the nerves out of his voice.

“Yes, we are coming.” Riddle called out, cursing the quiver in his voice. The child pulled away letting him have his space. She reached over for the tea, pouring him a cup and handing it to him, hoping that it would make him feel better. Out of every rule in the book, from the way she poured it and failed to place three cubes of sugar in it, he could not turn down her kind offer. He took the cup and took a sip, earning a gentle smile from the young girl. He fought the horrible feeling of breaking the rules and downed the tea like a champ. Once finished he stood up, taking the (Name) into his arms and walking to the door to go have dinner. 

[talesoftheesun]

Oof I just saw your post so HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY 🥳

If you're still accepting requests, I'd like one with "I'm really sorry" + Jude litg x fem reader

I know we'll have like few more days but I need to see him begging for forgiveness asap 🧍🏻‍♀️

thank u sm! 🥹 sorry this is a bit late and if the pacing seems off, the heat has been beating my ass

I wrote this as a main villa li x mc, as opposed to specifically jude x mc, since fusebox writes like that themselves lol. but it's also so that everyone can read this while imagining it's their li I guess?? I hope you don't mind and that you enjoy it!

all stars main li (chen/henri/jude/lyle) x female!reader

You’re nervous. You’re about to enter the main villa again after being in casa amor for a few days. Realistically you know you have nothing to worry about. The two of you were the strongest couple before casa. Not that that’s a great accomplishment given the state of the other couples, but the strongest couple nonetheless. Aside from the pool mishap, which you explained in the letter you wrote him before you were whisked away to casa amor. So why are you so nervous?

You’re the last girl to walk out. You’d asked the others to wish you luck, to which they all said you wouldn’t need it. But as you're walking down the steps towards the firepit, you don’t miss the looks of pity in their eyes as you join them. You can feel your stomach starting to churn, everything in you is telling you to turn around and just walk away, save yourself the heartache of what you’re about to witness. 

But you don’t. You force yourself to keep your head up high and your back straight. You look him right in the eye. 

And that’s when you see it. 

“No. Fucking. Way.” Your eyes are locked in on his hand clasped in hers. 

Her. 

Uma.

Somehow, he seems just as surprised as you. He starts making his way over to you but he doesn’t get very far with her deathgrip pulling him back, “Babe, I’m—”

“Don’t.” You start walking away, “You don’t get to call me that anymore.”

“Wait!” He wrenches his hand from hers, “Please let me explain!”

You stop so abruptly he bumps into you. “I actually can’t believe you,” Taking a step back, you cross your arms. “When I was accused of cracking on behind your back you believed them, even though I have only had eyes for you from the moment we met. When the PDA awards happened you wouldn’t even let me explain. I wrote you a letter to tell you what really happened, I told you I’d stay loyal to you and I did, I slept on the fucking daybeds for you. I refused to participate in kissing challenges and lost raunchy races because of it, for you! I refused to rekindle things with Stefan even though we have unfinished business, because I wanted to be with you!”

“I—” 

You hold up your hand and scoff, “You just couldn’t wait to get rid of me huh? I wasn’t even gone for 24 hours and you’d already jumped into bed with the next pretty face.”

“What? No!” If you weren’t so angry right now you’d laugh at how his eyes almost popped out of their sockets. “Please, just let me explain. Please.” 

His begging tone makes your anger falter. You nod wordlessly and allow him to pull you towards the swing seat. The two of you sit in awkward silence for a while. You can’t take it anymore, “Well go on then, you were so keen to explain.”

“Right,” He clears his throat, “I guess that did make me sound kinda guilty, didn’t it? Well… I only twisted because Uma told me you told her you were twisting, with Stefan. But as soon as I saw him walk out with Nat I knew she’d lied.”

“So… Once again, you believed what other people said about me, over me. Did I get that right?” 

“No! That’s not wha—god I’ve really been putting my feet in it, haven’t I?” He runs his hand through his hair in frustration and takes a deep breath. “When Uma came back from your date she pulled me aside. She said she had important information that would make me think twice about my decision. She already knew I was gonna stick with you. Looking back now I realise she obviously played me.” 

He looks at you, looking for sympathy maybe. You can’t find it in you to give him any right now. 

He takes another deep breath and continues, “She told me she could barely get a word in during the date, that the moment you two sat down you started gushing about the fact that Stefan, your ex Stefan, was in casa with you. That you hadn’t realised how much you missed him until you saw him again after all those years. That you and Stefan decided to rekindle your relationship again. That—” His voice breaks, “That you told her to tell me to move on.”

“I should’ve known she’d lie. I remember her first season. Logically I knew it too, I read your letter every morning right after I woke up and every night before I’d fall asleep.  Even though I knew you’d stay loyal to me, hearing her say what you’d supposedly told her just shook me up so bad. Because I knew you and Stefan didn’t end on bad terms. I knew people constantly bringing him up must’ve messed with your head. And then he actually showed up in casa amor… Honestly I would’ve understood if you had twisted with him. And that’s why I twisted with Uma. That way we’d at least still both be in the villa, ya know, we could’ve worked through our issues and found our way back to each other. But that’s obviously not what happened…”

With your arms crossed you softly mumble, “Obviously…” You sigh before going on, “Uma told me the casa girls were interested in you, and that you seemed to enjoy the attention. But ultimately stayed loyal. In fact, I never told her any of what she told you. The only thing I told her was that Stefan was one of the casa boys, I couldn’t even get a word in because she was talking the whole time.” You scoff, “Seems like this was her plan along huh, get me to stick while making you twist so I’d get eliminated.”

He looks even more ashamed now that he knows the whole truth. “I know I’ve been a shit partner to you lately. I did believe you when you said you hadn’t done anything with Finn, I swear. I was just hurt because you missed my surprise while he was hogging your attention. And then seeing it on the big screen with that cliffhanger… I didn’t know what to think. You’ve never given me a reason to doubt you, so I should’ve trusted you. I really don’t have an excuse for it. All I can do is promise to be better moving forward, if you’ll still have me.” He rubs the back of his neck.

“Well,” You start, “Since Uma played us both, and you twisted and left me single, we both know what’s about to happen. If you care about me as much as you claim you do and you’re actually sorry, you know what to do.” You leave to pack your suitcase, leaving him with his thoughts. 

‘Should I stay or should I leave with her?’

[alj4890]

Anticipation

(Tobias Carrick x F!MC) in a Choices Open Heart One Shot

Tobias Carrick Appreciation Week

Day 6: Family

A/N For this one, Tobias and Chris are about to have the first member of their family.

Masterlist

One week past the due date...

"I don't know how much more of this I can take." Tobias told his brothers.

Phillip and Hugh nodded in commiseration. They had both been through this more than once. Nothing was harder than waiting on your wife to go into labor.

"I still have nightmares about Veronica's pregnancies" Hugh winced. "I'd go through it again to get our kids, but I don't know if my heart could take a fourth pregnancy."

Phillip grimaced at the notion. "I don't have nightmares, but I thank God Jasmine says our two are all she wants. I can't stand the thought of losing her."

Tobias's eyes widened. "Why would you bring up that possibility?!"

"Sorry!" Phillip tried to reassure him. "I know everything will go smoothly."

"But what if it doesn't?" He asked, looking back and forth at his brothers. "What if the toxin she inhaled years ago has some dormant effect that is triggered by labor?"

Hugh gripped Tobias's shoulder. "I'm no doctor but that sounds a little farfetched."

Tobias knew it did. He knew deep down that none of the toxin was left in Chris's body. It'd been four years for goodness sake.

But...what if...

"I have to call Ethan." He decided. "I'll see what he thinks."

******************

On the other side of the room, Chris was talking with her mother-in-law and sisters-in-law.

"I don't know how much more of his hovering I can take." Chris whispered to them. "Tobias is driving me crazy with asking every few minutes if I feel a contraction."

She huffed, trying to find a comfortable way for her and her belly to sit.

"Chris!" Tobias rose halfway out of his chair when he heard her deep breath. "Are you--"

"I'm just uncomfortable!" She snapped. "I promise I'll tell you if something happens."

Celeste, Veronica, and Jasmine all chimed in with their understanding.

"Tobias is acting just like his father did." Celeste told them. "Marcus nearly had a heart attack each time I moved during the last trimester with all three of our sons. I thought I'd be a widow before I became a mother."

Her daughters-in-law laughed at the image she put in their minds.

Chris sighed, as she moved once again. The pain in her back would not ease up.

"Tobias is the ultimate caregiver." She told them. "So I feel awful getting irritated with him for being so wonderful to me."

"It's the hormones." Veronica explained. "Hugh suffered a lot when I was pregnant with the girls, mostly because I told him to leave me alone half the time. With our son, either the hormones were less intense or I'd finally gotten used to being pregnant. It also may have been that Hugh had more than just me to take care of by then."

Jasmine nodded. "Phillip still worried but he had Tabitha to distract him when I was pregnant with Tobey."

She gently patted Chris's hand. "It'll be over before you know it, though it feels never-ending while you're pregnant."

"I thought it was going so fast at first." Chris winced over the pain increasing in her back. "Now it is dragging on at a snail's pace."

She looked down at her belly, wishing that the baby was ready to be born.

"When do your parents arrive?" Celeste asked.

"The day after tomorrow." Chris stood up to try and stretch.

The moment she did so, her water broke.

"Oh my--TOBIAS!" She cried out.

Tobias blanched at the shrill sound of her voice. Seeing her grip her belly and a stained skirt, he dropped his phone in the midst of Ethan reassuring him.

***************

An hour later, Chris was settled in a hospital bed, breathing through the pain.

Tobias watched her, for once at a complete loss over what to do.

"Why are you staring at me?" She asked once the contraction eased up.

"Why?" He ran his hands over his face. "Because it's you."

Her brow furrowed in confusion.

"It's you, Chris. The one I want to spend the rest of my life with. The one I married so I could do that very thing." He pointed out. "And here you are in pain, because of something I more than willingly participated in creating and I can't help but worry that I might..."

He sank back down on the chair and dropped his head in his hands.

Chris silently began to cry.

Why does he have to say all those sweet things to me at a time like this?!

Tobias looked up when he heard her muffled sobs. Cursing, he moved over to the bed and took her in his arms.

She cried against his shoulder, telling him how much she loved him.

He shushed her cries, reassuring her he loved her just as much.

Then he prayed this baby would hurry and get out of his wife so that life could somewhat return to normal.

Ethan poked his head inside to check on them. He stilled when he saw the state they were in.

"You two need a moment or--"

"Stay." Chris pleaded, wiping her eyes. "Sorry about that."

"No need to apologize." Ethan reassured her. "It's typical behavior."

Tobias snorted. "I thought typical involved more cursing one's spouse to purgatory for putting them in this situation."

Ethan smirked. "Chris's contractions haven't reached that level yet."

"Ha ha." She folded her arms in a huff. "I can be calm and rational during labor. I know all that is happening and will happen with my body. There's no reason for me to panic and--'

A stronger contraction struck.

"OH!" She gripped her belly, rising up off the pillows.

"Breathe." Tobias encouraged. "In and--'"

"What in the bloody hell do you think I'm doing?" She snapped.

"Ah, I see I came in just in time for the rational segment of labor." Ethan drily remarked.

Chris glared at him.

"Smartass." She grumbled.

Ethan winked at her. "I'll go see what's holding up your obgyn."

"Yeah, you go do that." She ordered.

Ethan sent a pitying look towards Tobias on his way out.

"Asshole." Chris muttered. "So smug. I hope Sophie has ten children with him. Not that I want her to suffer, but he should suffer."

Tobias chuckled, gently rubbing Chris's back.

"That feels nice." She leaned into his touch.

"Good." He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Whatever I can do to help, let me know."

"I will." She nestled her head on his shoulder. "I'm so glad you're here with me."

****************

Ten hours later, Chris hated the sight of everyone and anyone that came near her.

Though she'd been given an epidural, she wished everyone would leave her alone.

The sound of those she used to love's voices made her skin crawl. Her nerves were notched past the point of anything calming her down.

Tobias, his family, Ethan, Sophie, Sienna, everyone she cared about was driving her insane.

It was too much. All of it. The labor, these people, the beeping of the heart monitors, she just wanted it all to end.

Her doctor approached and checked her once more.

Looking up with a smile, she told Chris it was time.

Chris felt a sense of panic strike the moment everyone began to file out of the room. Sitting up a bit more, she reached out for Tobias's hand.

He gripped it when he noticed how afraid she was.

"Hey?" He gently tipped her face up towards his.

Her green eyes stared into his hazel.

"We're about to become a family of three."

Tears filled her eyes but she smiled at him.

"You ready to meet our future troublemaker?" He asked.

She nodded, lacing her fingers with his.

He placed a quick kiss to her forehead and moved into position to help her sit up.

****************

Two hours later...

After all the months of anticipation and all the hours of labor, the couple sat in awe of the little bundle that has been handed to them.

"He looks like you." Chris rested her head against her husband.

"You think?" Tobias studied his son.

"I do. He definitely has your charm." She added.

"How can you tell?" He asked.

"Because I already love him with all my heart." She pressed a kiss to Tobias's cheek.

"Then he definitely takes after you." Tobias captured her lips in a tender kiss. "I didn't think anyone else could be as loveable as you are."

Chris sighed into another kiss. "We've become ridiculously sappy."

"So what? We just had a baby. That right there lets us be as sappy as we want." He argued.

"True." She cuddled their son close and looked up at Tobias. "Happy?"

"Beyond my wildest dreams, Chris." He wrapped his arms around her and propped his chin on her shoulder so he could easily look down at their child.

He pressed a kiss to her cheek, closing his eyes in relief that all had gone well.

After all his years believing a wife and kids weren't for him, he was now holding those very things in his arms.

His former self had no idea just how happy he would be.

[fantasy-relax]

Drabble because of this wonderful work of art made by @crispyfriedchikem that loves causing pain to Bela :

Two lines.

Positive.

How? They have been careful!.

....Did she wanted it?.

The image of you playing with a child mixed with your and her features made her heart beat with a happiness that couldn't be contained even if she were still under the spell of Miranda.

It's only been a few months since both of you leave! How this could happened!

A baby, she was pregnant with your baby and now she has to tell you.

She was scared, excited, happy, anxious it feels like she was feeling everything at once, God the worst part of getting back her emotions is having to deal with them.

"Bela?" Of course you had to enter now.

"I-I-I" were her eloquence had gone? She hides her face behind her hands trying to collect her thoughs and words.

She hears you walking just to stop in front of her.

"Love, look at me" the sternly way you said made her comply, you grab her chin with a gentle but firm hold.

You clean her tears with you hand, when she started crying?

"Its true?" you pointed at the test in the table.

"Yes" she tries to avoid your eyes but you don't let her.

"Did you want to have it?" Did she?

She never thought of what her future will be she was too busy trying to free her family from Miranda claws.

Now she can't stop thinking about you, a home big enough to have a office for her and an art room for you. Thinking a little more she can picture one room more, with walls of soft colors, toys everywhere and a baby sleeping soundly in their cradle.

A child of hers.

A child of you.

She wanted it.

"I do" There was no doubt in her voice.

You hug her tightly.

"Me too" the tears fall in her shoulder, she just hug you back.

-----------------------—---------------------

She was entering in her four month of pregnancy when she decided to tell her sisters.

"I'M GOING TO BE A AUNT!"

Daniela scream of happiness almost let her deaf but she could be mad at her enthusiasm, the redhead was already making promises of free babysitting. She was sure that her child will end with a miniature of Dani skateboard.

"HAHAAHAHAAH OH GOD, HAHAHAHA"

Cassandra found extremely funny that the infamous ice queen got pregnant in her first relationship. After being mocked for what feel like hours, Cassandra finally gave her congratulations and well wishes, stating that if they need help with anything just to call her.

"I wouldn't tattle you to mother tell her if you want to is your decision, I have rehearsals to go, take care I love you"

She never called Alcina.

---------------–------------------------------

Eliza was crying in her cradle, she wake up first it was her turn anyway. Picking her baby girl she bounce her slightly.

"Shush, Copilul meu, mama is here."

She stopped crying at the sound of her voice but her little hands started moving searching for her mother. Bela sit on the bed and indulged her child wish.

Eliza had her hair and eyes but your everything else. She looked at you sleeping after a hard day of taking care of your child, surprisingly it came very easy to you, the feeding, the bathing everything come to you like a second nature. She smiled and put the blanket back in your shoulders.

Looking at her daughter, something was nagging at the back of her head. Dread, but for what?

She was free, she had you, she had her baby, Miranda had nothing to gain from her or you.

So why she was so scared?

"AgM" a tiny hand was touching her wet cheek. It seems like you, your child not liked when she cried.

"Mama is okay Eliza, sorry for worrying you" she kisses the child head.

"I'm not going anywhere"

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"Miss Bela?"

"Um.. What?"

"Go to your room to rest if you need it, I going to tell Miranda that the paperwork is going to be ready tomorrow morning."

"I-Thank you MC"

"You are welcome, I know how my wife work you to the ground"

"... Yes she does, excuse me"

Everything is numb, her heart is no more and she knows it but when she is in her room the sobs that escape out her mouth threat of wrecking her body.

The worst is that she doesn't know why.

[sebastianswallows]

It's not like any other love | S.S. | Part 2

— PAIRING: soft!dark!Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

— SYNOPSIS: Sebastian is obsessive, lonely, and touch-starved. So when he’s sitting with his new friend in the Courtyard and she picks up a cat to pet it, he gets even more needy and longs for a bit of that gentleness and affection from her. Also, she reminds him a bit of his sister and he doesn’t know how to feel about it (possessive, he feels possessive).

— WARNINGS: angst, jealousy, requited unrequited love, pining, touch-starved Seb having a lot of lustful and confused thoughts which will (spoilers) eventually lead to using Imperio

— WORDCOUNT: 2.4k

— A/N: A sequel to this. So yeah, this is now a multichapter thing. I spent most of today writing, and it was more fun than I’ve had in a while. I have a bit more written down but I’ll save it for the next chapter. I hope you enjoy it, my dears! 😘

After exploring the Scriptorium, the three of them made their way out, and on Ominis’ insistence never spoke of it again — at least, not when he was around. With his soft serpentine steps, it was easy for him to sneak up on Sebastian and their friend when they weren’t looking, but through whispers and passed notes the two agreed they had to meet somewhere and talk.

Sebastian still had Slytherin’s spellbook and read it alone in a few frantic sessions late at night, scribbling notes and passages and making quite a mess of ink on his sleeves and trousers. He kept it with him all the time, afraid of who would find it, but didn’t dare to take it out when he was anywhere in public. He spent long hours in the library, using his notes to cross-reference the spellbook with other tomes on the region's history and dark magic. The mention of a relic that could heal curses was particularly intriguing — and that part about needing a sacrifice was just another detail for later.

The late nights weren’t doing Sebastian any favours. He was regularly late for breakfast and usually found Ominis already there, talking to their new 5th-year friend — who lit up when she saw him, while Ominis gave his most reserved of smiles.

“Ready for Herbology, Sebastian?” she asked in a chipper tone, but her brows were raised in questioning and her eyes, sharp and observant, lingered on his hair that was more tousled than usual, his tie that was crookedly done, his collar askew, before settling quite boldly on the dark circles beneath his eyes.

Ominis sipped his hot chocolate while he listened. He had no reason to suspect anything was strange about Sebastian these last few days, but he suspected nonetheless.

“I suppose,” said Sebastian as he quickly filled his plate with toast and sausages. The roughness of his voice probably gave him away to Ominis as well. “But if it’s another session of screaming mandrakes, I might just dig a hole for myself.”

“I’m sure it’s a paradox for the professors,” Ominis began, directing a crooked smile his way, “how someone who spends so much time in the library is such a middling student.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he smirked, winking at their friend. “I’m everyone’s favourite student. They all want to spend time with me.”

“That’s called Detention, Sebastian.”

They only had some twenty minutes left to go before classes began, and Sebastian wasn’t even halfway through with breakfast when his two friends got up to leave. Moving quickly, he placed his hand over the girl’s, his eyes quietly pleading for her to stay a little longer.

“We’ll see you later,” said Ominis.

“Actually, I think I’ll stay a little longer too,” the girl said as she sat down again.

Ominis took in a quiet breath. “Alright,” he said, back straight and wand at the ready to guide him out. “Mind that you won’t be late for class.”

“We won’t,” she giggled. “I’ll make sure of it.”

Ominis gave her a sideways smile and left.

She let her hand stay under Sebastian’s warm ink-stained fingers while he explained that he was ready to make a breakthrough with the book and had to speak to her about it. She hadn’t read much of it yet, but she knew enough from the Scriptorium to maybe help. Even if she couldn’t, he wanted her to be there with him.

“What about Ominis?” she asked.

“He wouldn’t understand,” Sebastian said, managing to sound dismissive but being, beneath everything, quite sad. They were best friends, each other’s oldest friends not counting Anne, and the purest, most innocent parts of Sebastian wanted to share everything with Ominis, even when he was jealous, even when he was resentful of him, or frustrated.

“Alright, we can go somewhere after Charms at 11 o’clock. We should have more time to talk before lunch.”

“Deal,” said Sebastian. “Anywhere you’d like.”

She liked the Clock Tower Courtyard. It was a place dear to him as well with the duelling club being so close, a place that marked a special chapter of their friendship. They went there together after class, walking in silence while the tension between them grew with the things they left unsaid.

They sat on the edges of the fountain, where the trickle of the water and blasts of duellists coming from behind muffled their quiet conversation. Sebastian rested along its length with his back against one of the pillars, arm slung over his left bended knee, the other leg left dangling. Beside him, the girl sat with her legs swinging together, ankles crossed. She leaned back on her hands and dipped her fingers to play with the water now and then.

“So what are these Inferi, exactly?” she asked distractedly after he was done telling her about the relic he’d read about.

“Corpses brought back to life with dark magic,” he shrugged. “They’re a type of Undead.”

“Can you kill them?” she asked, straight to the point. A girl after his own heart.

“Yes,” he said. “With fire. They’re invulnerable to most other types of spells.”

“So, Confringo,” she grinned, turning to look at him.

“It’s not my favourite for nothing,” Sebastian smirked.

Her attention was soon drawn away again by a cat prowling gently through the courtyard, a tiger-stripped one with dark grey fur. It made its way toward the two of them, drawn in by her swinging legs.

“And this relic can control them?” asked the girl as she leaned down and picked the cat up.

“So said this student of Slytherin’s… Who,” he continued, leaning in to whisper even softer, “I suspect might have been Merlin.”

“You think so?” she asked, looking once again at him, lips parted in wonder.

Sebastian hugged his knee to his chest as he moved closer to her. “It is well known that Merlin was his student, and lived around that time, and from the notes, it seems the two of them had the same make of wand.”

“Many wizards have the same type of wands…”

“Yes, but how many would old Slytherin trust with an expedition like this? And with such a rare and dangerous relic?”

The girl hummed as she settled the cat over her lap. It purred and circled and nuzzled her hand before flopping on its side.

“In any case, that spellbook is a precious historical item,” she said. “We’ll probably have to give it to the professors at some point.”

“Maybe,” said Sebastian, leaning back again. “But not before I’m through with it.”

“Don’t kill yourself over it, though,” she said, turning a pleading look toward him. “It won’t do your sister any good if you —”

“You’re starting to sound like Ominis,” he sighed.

“Because we’re both worried about you,” she said, and held his doubtful gaze until he relented and looked away.

They were quiet after that, the space between them filled with the lightest trickle of the fountain and the purring of the cat. Sebastian looked up to find it sprawled over on its back and curled like a croissant, eyes closed as the girl pet its little forehead. Cupped in her other hand, she held its paws and ran her thumb over the small black beans.

Her fingers were long and nimble, and she took her time running the tips slowly through the fur, over the short dark lashes of its eyes — closed shut, serene, very content with the treatment — and then along its short broad nose, the puffy cheeks, the long white whiskers… In a storm of purrs, the cat opened its eyes and looked blearily up into hers, the green and slitted and upside-down gaze disappearing with each long blink before peeking out again.

The girl’s touch was so gentle, and her smile so warm, so happy, even after Severin had been demanding and difficult and stubborn with her all afternoon… But she never seemed upset with him.

On the contrary, she was there for him, with him, in turns understanding and consoling him depending on what he needed most. Sebastian was a bit contrite about his behaviour as of late, from cursing her and making her scream and cry, to having to hide their meetings from Ominis, and he dearly wished that circumstances had been different. That they had met sooner, that Anne had never been cursed, that he didn’t have to risk his friendship with Ominis — or with her, for that matter. And most of all, right now, he wished that she would pet him like that, that she would hold his messy head in her lap and curl his hair around her little fingers, brushing the worries off his brow, and look at him so lovingly.

“Have you seen her lately?” she quietly asked.

Sebastian looked up to find her waiting for his reply.

“Who?”

“Anne.”

“Oh,” he said, hand curling into a fist over his knee. “Not really. Uncle Solomon hasn’t been too welcoming.” An absurdity, in his opinion — as if Uncle Solomon got to decide what happened with their family. “I can’t wait to be freed from his stupendous guardianship,” he spat, “Anne and I both… If she survives that long.”

Sebastian looked down and shook his head, trying to chase out of it the dark thoughts that always circled when he thought of Anne these days, and then he felt a hand clasp his own. He looked up to find his friend cupping her palm over his knuckles, smiling in that encouraging way she did when she didn’t really believe in him but tried to support him anyway. She looked so much like Anne for that brief moment, with her drawn and tired face and hopeful eyes.

As they added to their adventures together over the past weeks, she’d started to remind him more and more of Anne each day. At first, there was just something about her that seemed familiar to him, but gradually it dawned on Sebastian why he felt as if he knew her more intimately than he did. The twinkle in her eye at every fight out in the wild, the frail body holding such fierce powers, the open lust for risky spells.

Her support, her trust, her willingness to walk down the same dark path as him, hand in hand…

Her eyes, her lips, even her voice at times…

Perhaps it’s just that he misses Anne so much that he conjures her up in the only female presence that has any consistency around him and Ominis. He wonders absently if Ominis does the same… He and Anne were, and still are, very close. Had he too noticed any similarities between the two girls? Did it ever colour his feelings for her? Would he even admit it… Probably not.

Sebastian takes her hand in his, smiles back as brightly as he can, and tries to convey with a look what he doesn’t dare to say.

The spell between the two of them is broken when the cat jumps off her lap, no doubt upset that the girl’s affections stopped. It rolled up and stretched its front paws, claws coming out, then hopped off of her knees.

“Oh no,” she said, “come back!”

“Wait,” laughed Sebastian, “I want to try something.”

Before she could ask what he had in mind, he picked his wand up and cast Levioso on the running feline, then a quick Accio, and in a rumple of fur, the cat was pulled through the air toward them. Interesting, he thought, the spell works on hair as well.

“Sebastian!” he chastised, but couldn’t keep from laughing. “How could you?”

“What?” he chuckled, waving the cat closer to them until it landed on her lap again. “I didn’t hurt it.”

“Still, that’s mean,” she said, petting it to smooth the fur that was affected by the spell.

“Why is it alright to cast it on trolls but not cats?”

“You can’t even compare the two. Cats are gentle and beautiful,” she said as she continued her caresses.

“Yes,” he softly said, looking at her with undisguised longing, “I guess that counts for something.”

“Poor thing,” she cooed, searching the creature behind the ears, “he pulled you all the way here. Like dragging you by the tail.”

“Oh don’t worry about it. I’m sure a lot of students do that,” he laughed.

“Yes, I’m sure they do,” she grinned.

“You know, there’s a safer way to get an animal to come to you, now that I think about it.”

The girl looked up at him with the slip of a knowing smile on her face. “I’m sure there are a lot of ways,” she said. “Which do you mean? Conjuring toys or treats?”

“Don’t think you can summon treats,” he said, hooking his leg off the edge of the fountain to come sit side by side with her. “It’s another of the unforgivables,” he whispered. “Mentioned in the student’s notes.”

“You would not!” she gasped. “What sort of spell is it?”

“That’s the thing, it’s harmless!”

“Then why is it an unforgiv—”

“Because it places the victim completely under the caster’s control,” he said, looking into her eyes and searching for any hints of fear or hesitation.

She bit her lip as she looked back at him, gaze travelling down to his fleshy mouth and back up to his warm brown eyes. “What is it called?”

“Imperio.”

The girl was quiet as she thought about it, her hand never ceasing its absentminded caress of the creature on her lap.

“I still wouldn’t use it on a cat,” she laughed airily. “But it would be —”

“Useful against enemies,” and others, he thought.

Sebastian leaned toward her the slightest bit required to reach the cat as well, and pet it gently on the head. Immediately, it started purring at his touch, and he couldn’t help but smile at the small peaceful moment. The cat luxuriated in the pampering of the two of them, curling its tail around her wrist, claws flexing out of paw pads, and against the back of his hand, Sebastian could feel the girl’s knees rubbing against each other beneath her skirt.

“So, would you like to learn it?” he asked in a breathy whisper.

And that’s how they decided to skip lunch and visit the Undercroft again.

[blueseachelle]

A Comforting Hand

Garreth Weasley x MC! Reader

Summary: After saving the Wizarding world from the danger of Ranrok, life seems to not get any better. Now, everyone has this image of her she has to maintain. Now alone because of the loss of Professor Fig and with issues she faces with her Slytherin friends, she feels broken. Well, thankfully a certain Gryffindor boy accidentally stumbled upon her broken self on a cold winter's night.

Shattered. That's how Y/n would describe herself so far. She lost so much in one year even though she helped so much. She's The Hero Of Hogwarts for Merlin's sake. Yet, she hated the title because of the pain that came with it. She didn't ask for her powers. She didn't ask to be tossed into a war between good and evil. With the struggle, she lost her father figure, Professor Fig, and her best friends, Sebastian and Ominis. It ate at her. Yet, she had to smile for the people and other students. Y/n couldn't even cry in her dorm room anymore. Since she shares it with other students, the façade had to be maintained at all times. No relaxing. That's why she usually doesn't stay there anymore. She can't sleep anyway because of the memories and nightmares that play on repeat. She usually wanders the halls or goes to the Room of Requirement and/or Professor Fig's old office. Tonight was different. Winter has finally shown itself. A gentle snow consistently came down at night now. Y/n felt numb. She tightened her scarf around her neck and covered her mouth and nose. The cold helped her feel something. She needed the grounding feeling it provided her. Y/n was sitting in the court yard for an hour or so. She just sat staring off into space. She heard the sound of crunching snow in the distance but chose to ignore it. The crunching got louder and louder until it was right next to her. She didn't look up. "Well, if it isn't The Hero of Hogwarts. Are you looking for Dittany Leaves too?" Y/n eyes just cast to the ground. She knew the familiar voice. It was Garreth Weasley. She didn't talk to him much but, he was nice from what she heard. She just shrugged and rasped out, "I guess so." Garreth looked at her with a concerned look. He brushed off the snow from the seat next to her and sat, "Hey, Y/n. You doing okay? You seem out of it." Y/n pulled down her scarf and just gave him her perfected fake smile, "All good! Need something, Garreth?" The redhead boy narrowed his green eyes at her, "Yes. I need you to be honest with me. Y/n, I'm asking friend to friend, are you doing okay?" Y/n knew he could see through her so her face dropped, "I would tell but, I don't want it circulated through every house." Garreth set a hand on her back, "Trust me, Y/n. I won't tell. I worry for your well-being. Ever since the end of our fifth year, I could tell you were off. I just could never catch you with a chance to talk. It's kind of hard to find you when you are always on the move and doing something. Everyone else might think you're okay but, I can see otherwise. Let me be here for you." The (H/c) colored girl looked up at him. Tears formed in her eyes. "I lost everything, Garreth. My Professor, my closest friends, everything. I never asked to be here and have this power. I hate being called the Hero of Hogwarts. All I associate it is with pain. I hurt, Garreth. I've been holding it in because it's expected of me. I'm tired. So very tired." The tears were unstoppable as they streaked down her cheeks. Then, she felt warm arms wrap around her and pull her closer to him, "Listen to me, Y/n. You are human. You deserve to have emotion. I'm sorry you have no one to talk to about this. I'm sorry everyone up holds this unrealistic vision of you. I'm sorry that everything was lost but, you aren't going to be alone anymore. I will be here, Okay? I want to be. Don't think I'm using you like others have. I want to help you. I ask nothing in return. Just let me be here for you." Y/n sobbed into his chest. He held her close, whispering that everything was okay and to let it all out.

"That's how you and daddy do together?!?"

A little girl looked up at her mother. Her (E/c) eyes sparkled with innocence. Y/n patted her bright red curly hair and smiled,

"That's right. We have been beside each other's side ever since."

"I hope my love rescues me like daddy saved you! Like a knight in shining armor."

Garreth chuckled from behind them. He walked behind his seated wife and hugged her. He rested his hands on her pregnant belly and kissed her. She giggled. Garreth rested his head on hers and looked down at his daughter who sat on the carpeted floor with coloring pages scattered about her,

"Yes, very much a knight in shining armor but don't be mistaken, I needed Mommy as much as she needed me. When you get as strong and independent as Mommy was, you'll understand. Sometimes the strongest people need help and that's okay. Okay, Millie?"

The girl nodded with a big smile,

"It's equal! Give and take! That's the best way. Never one-sided!"

Garreth smiled with Y/n. For a 2-year-old, they were raising her right. Garreth was thankful that she was as smart as her mother. He remembers the stories his mother told about him at that age. Yet, his little girl is already a smart cookie. He kissed his wife's cheek and sighed,

"I sure hope it's a boy. I'm feeling out numbered here."

Y/n giggled as she rested a hand on her stomach. She sighed,

"I love you, Garreth Weasley."

"I love you, Y/n Weasley."

[themuffin2649]

I just realized! You know how Reme asks MC out on Saturday (not as a date) before Leon and Vincent do? What if MC accepted the hangout and then told Leon and Vincent that he can’t come on the dates b/c Reme ask him first.

TW: Uncensored Swearing and Heavy Injury

—————

MC: “Well, I avoided being asked out by 2 Yanderes AND I had a perfectly valid reason to do so. Sure the entire school, basketball team, and the Reme fan club hate me now, but at least I can take on Reme in a fight if things go south today.” He said, putting his pocket knife in his pocket and heading out for the “date” at the mall.

Newt: “Have fun on your date Big Bro!”

MC: “It’s a hangout, but I will, thanks little bro!” He says, as he opens the door, only to bump into somebody’s chest.

Vincent: “Hey Honey? Heading out so soon?”

MC: “Vincent! What are you doing here?!”

Vincent: “Oh! Your date told me she canceled on you, and technically I asked you out afterwards, so I’m here to pick you up and—”

MC: “You killed her, didn’t you…”

Vincent: “What, no! You know I’d do anything for you, but why would I resort to such distasteful murder, especially on somebody so young and talented.”

MC: Bullshit I see the bloodstain on your shirt right now…

Vincent: “Anyways, let’s get going! The limo’s already parked outside and we don’t want any more interrup—”

Leon: “VINCENT!!!”

Vincent & MC: Speak of the Devil

Leon with a little blood on his cheek comes between the two at the doorsteps and pushes Vincent away.

Leon: “What are you doing?! He’s MY date today.”

Vincent: “Please, he didn’t even accept your proposal when he asked you out on Saturday.”

Leon: “Hey! He didn’t accept yours either! So why are you here?!”

Vincent: “Cause I asked him out before you, should have shoot your shot when you had the chance, Cherry Boy.”

Leon: “And he promised to go out with me the next time he’s available for a makeup date, and that’s today!”

Newt: “What’s going on out here?!”

Leon & Vincent: “Stay out of this!”

Newt: “Ok, Jeez, you don’t have to yell at me.” He says, walking away and closing the door.

MC: Little Bro, No! Come back!

Vincent: “Since we’ve both been denied, now he gets to make it up. So, Honey, which one are you going to go out with today? Although that’s a very obvious answer.”

Leon: “As if he’s going to pick you, we’ve known each other for basically our whole lives.”

Vincent: “And where can you afford to take him on Valentine’s Day, let me guess, the sewers.”

Leon: “Fuck you!”

Vincent: “Ha! You aren’t even denying it, let’s go Honey—”

?: cough cough

All of a sudden, everybody’s attention was turned to the coughing of a young girl. MC pushed through Leon and Vincent to find a heavily bleeding and limping Reme.

Reme: “t-the am-ambulance… now…”

In a panick, MC calls the ambulance as soon as possible and he helps patch up Reme’s knife and gunshot wounds in the house with an already traumatized Newt. Leon and Vincent were left outside the house blaming one another for not finishing the job until they followed MC to the emergency room once the ambulance arrived.

——— In the Hospital ———

Everybody was awkwardly sitting in chairs outside Reme’s room where doctors rush in and out to save her life. Leon and Vincent sit on each side of MC, forcing Newt to sit beside Leon.

Doctor: “uhh… Happy Valentine’s Day…” he says as he awkwardly gives each of the 4 teenagers a heart-shaped lollipop as a holiday requirement before leaving.

Newt: “Can I switch my lollipop with anybody else? That asshole gave me Bittermelon flavor.”

Vincent: “I’ll switch, I’m not hungry, you like Cherry flavor?”

Newt: “Better than Bittermelon, I’ll take it”

Leon: “Oh, you got blueberry! That’s so lucky, I got Potato flavor.”

MC: “Why in the world do they have Bittermelon and Potato flavors?!”

Leon: “Beats me.” He says as he sucks on his lollipop.

Everybody but Vincent starts sucking on their lollipops as well. The next 14 hours were spend hanging out at that same spot, failed attempts to get MC to leave the hospital, watching YouTube videos on Newt’s phone, and ordering Lunch and Dinner (pizza) through delivery services.

MC: “A toast! To the worst Valentines Day ever.” He says, lifting up his water bottle.

Everybody toasted unenthusiasticly with their water bottles and soda can and started eating. Even Vincent who hated fast foods couldn’t deny that he was starving and started eating the greasy stuff.

Doctor: “Good news everybody, her condition is stable, and it’s likely that she is going to survive. You boys can head home now.”

Although Leon and Vincent begged MC to have a sleepover, thankfully, Newt was able to get them both home safely.

MC: “What a day, Good night Little bro.” He says as he heads to bed.

Newt: “Good Night.”

Despite the pure chaos and disappointment of today, both of them couldn’t help but smile a little knowing that they/their big bro survived.

[the-hinky-panda]

The Medic Series: Part II

Title: The Medic Series

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Johnny Coco Cruz x OFC (Morgan "Stitches" Fox)

Summary: Morgan Fox is a nurse who is looking for a fresh start. She leaves La Jolla the night before her wedding for a fresh start in Santo Padre.

Author's Note: This series takes place in the same universe as @bullet-prooflove's Community Series.

“Oh damn.” Nan pulls her purse strap over her arm. “Looks like one for you..” 

Morgan looks up from where she was organizing cotton balls and tongue depressors for the next day. She had been at the clinic for a week now and already Nan has started to thaw towards her. A couple days ago, eight people walked through the door needing stitches and since Morgan was the new hire, she got all of them. Nan had made a comment before leaving that evening that the work had been neat and efficient so that was what she was going to call her: Stitches. 

A man with a motorcycle kutte opens the door for a scared teenage girl with facial abrasions, a black eye, laceration by her hairline, and she’s holding her arm. They both have the same large, round eyes and the same shade of earth brown. He looks nervously between Morgan and Nan. 

“You guys still open?” 

Nan looks at Morgan. “Are we, Stitches?” 

She nods at the trio in front of her. “Of course. I’ll clean up when we’re done, Nan.” 

Nan gives her nod and heads out, flipping the sign to “closed” before shutting the door and locking it behind her. 

“Alright,” Morgan starts towards the hallway that leads back to the exam rooms. “Just follow me and we’ll get you checked out.” 

“Look, uh,” the man pulls out his wallet and starts to pull out all his cash. “We don’t have no insurance, and-” 

“That’s okay,” Morgan interrupts. “It’s after hours and our billing department has already gone home.” She winks at him to make sure he understands her implication. He apparently does and puts his wallet away reluctantly. She continues her trek to the first exam room and turns the lights back on, motioning for the girl to sit on the table. “What’s your name?” 

“Letty.” 

“Letty, I’m Morgan. Nice to meet you.” Morgan starts pulling out bandages, butterfly stitches, and antiseptic wipes. “And who’s your friend?” 

A small smile quirks up on the corner of her mouth. “That’s my dad, Coco.” 

“Dad?” Morgan looks over her shoulder at where he’s standing in the doorway of the exam room. “When did you have her, when you were twelve?” 

“Oh, gross.” 

Morgan chuckles and pulls on her gloves. “Sorry. So, tell me what happened. This looks like a nasty gash on your head.” 

Letty’s eyes land on Coco with more caution than makes Morgan comfortable. Whatever the answer is, it’s not going to be a good one. Coco pulls out a pack of cigarettes. 

“If I want a smoke…” 

“You can go out the back of the building,” Morgan tells him. “There’s a small trash can by the door, use that to prop the door open or else you’ll get locked out.” 

He nods. “‘K.” He motions to Letty. “You tell her everything. Don’t lie to nurses.” 

Morgan waits until she hears the door creak open and the familiar metallic clang of the trash can taking the placeholder spot. “I have to agree with your dad. It’s never a good idea to lie to nurses.” 

“So saying I walked into a door isn’t gonna cut it?” 

Morgan assesses the cut that runs along Letty’s hairline. “I’m going to say someone bounced your head off a porcelain sink…twice.” 

“Damn. You are good.” 

“So if it wasn’t your dad, who was it? Boyfriend?” 

Letty scoffs. “No. It was a John. I think that’s what you would call him. My grandmother sold me to him so is it a John if it’s long term?” 

Thankfully years of hearing stories similar to this allows Morgan to easily school her features but the twist of disgust still turns her stomach. “It’s wrong no matter what we call him. Have you filed any reports with the police?” 

Letty shakes her head. “My dad’s in an MC. If anyone will handle it, they will. Unless you have to file a report?” 

“I’m new in town. If a MC handles the issue, I’m not about to get in the way of it. As long as it gets handled and you get the hell out of there.” 

Letty regards you thoughtful and then gives a resolute nod. “You’re not too bad.” 

Morgan starts to say that Letty isn’t too bad herself when a blinding pain erupts along the side of her head. Her knees hit the floor and she sees stars, bright spots blocking out her surroundings, a loud ringing in her ears. She hears Letty curse before a loud crash follows. She’s able to blink away the spots and sees a man, medium height and barrel-chested, trying to grab Letty by the arms. The young girl is putting up quite the fight, kicking, spitting, and scratching like a cornered cat. 

This must be the John. 

Morgan carries a gun with her but knows it’s illegal since Santo Padre is in a different county than La Jolla and she hasn’t had a chance to transfer her permit over to Imperial County. If she even manages to get to her purse to get the gun, it’ll raise a lot of questions. So she goes with plan B: while Letty is fighting with the man, Morgan crawls over to a specific drawer and unlocks it, pulling out a bottle with a liquid sedative. She grabs a syringe, fills it, and immediately swings her arm to jam the needle into the man’s thigh, pushing the plunger down at the same time. 

He screams and lets go of Letty. “The fuck did you do?!” 

Letty has managed to pick up the stainless steel tray the stitching materials were laid out on and brings it down on top of his head. Then she brings it down again. And again. His leg gives out and he slumps to the floor, blood running down the side of his face. Letty draws the tray back again, eyes wild, but Morgan stops her from bringing it down again.

“Hey, I can explain an unconscious man but not a dead one,” Morgan tells her calmly. “Come on, let’s lock him in here and call the police.” 

Her eyes go even wider at the mention of police. “But-” 

Morgan tugs her away from the barely conscious man and slams the door shut behind them. “As far as the police need to know, he broke in to rob us and we took him out. That’s it.” 

Morgan goes into another exam room and grabs a plastic chair, shoving it under the doorknob to ensure the man stays there until the police arrive. Releasing a deep breath, she looks over Letty and sees a couple scratches and abrasions from the recent encounter but nothing serious. She reaches up and touches the side of her own head where he blindsided her and her fingers come back bloodied. 

“Come on,” Morgan turns the lights on in another exam room. “I can finish your stitches in-” 

“How did he get in?” 

Morgan freezes. She didn’t even think about that. Nan locked the front door when she left and Morgan would have heard him breaking the glass to get into the clinic. That only leaves the back door that was propped open. Of course. 

“Fuck,” Letty starts for the back door. “Coco!” 

“Wait, wait,” Morgan reaches out to stop her from leaving. “I’m sure he’s fine.” 

Letty pulls loose from her grip. “No, you don’t understand. He wouldn’t let the fucker past him! He was out there fucking protecting us!” 

Morgan wipes the blood that’s running down the side of her face now and retrieves her gun just in case there’s something else waiting for them outside. She also vows to never let anyone in again past closing time. 

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It’s Santi who teaches Nestor to play Uno. It starts with a tug on his shirt and a whisper in his ear when he’s standing in the kitchen talking to Marcus. He can’t help but comply with the request because this kid…

He breaks his fucking heart.

It’s been over a year since Paco died but Nestor still remembers that night, it haunts his dreams. The noise of the gun jamming, Paco’s anguished scream as he tried to stifle the bleeding from his chest, the gun jamming a second and then a third time. Nestor thinks that was the moment he realised how unhinged Miguel had become in the wake of Dita’s death.

Nestor isn’t sure when it happens, but he realises he’s enjoying himself. He likes the way that Santi’s face lights up when he beats Nestor. He’s never really been a fan of kids, the most interaction he’s had was with Cristobel and even then, that was limited. He thinks he held him once, when the nanny was sick, and Emily had too many things in her hands.

While he plays Uno with Santi, Tessa sits behind him and braids his hair. The little girl has been fascinated with it ever since he first turned up on Marcus’s doorstep and will spend hours undoing and then redoing the braids to her liking. Sometimes she makes small additions, pink hair ties with flowers on, sparkly hair clips. It isn’t until Izzy shows Nestor, the picture she’s sent you that he realises the true extent. He sighs, like a put-upon family pet before telling Tessa how much he appreciates her styling. After all her braids are getting a lot better.

It isn’t until the kids are tucked away in bed that he removes the precious items from his hair and sets them on the kitchen table. He shakes it out, leaving it loose as Marcus hands him a beer, one of the citrus ones from the local brewery. Having dinner with Marcus and his family has become a ritual for him when you’re on a job, a way of staying connected in the midst of his newfound freedom.

Now that Miguel’s fired him, there’s an absence in his life, he didn’t realise just how much time working as the Galindo’s Head of Security took up until he doesn’t have to do it anymore. You may have laid down roots but his own have been yanked right out from underneath him. He tries not to show it, but he feels the loss each and every day. He doesn’t regret his decision, but he feels the weight of it.

“He called me dad the other day.” Marcus reveals, jerking his head towards the hallway as he sits down across from Nestor at the kitchen table. “It was heart breaking.”

Nestor understands that feeling, they were both complicit in a way. Neither of them had seen Paco’s death coming and neither had done anything to stop it. Nestor thinks that Miguel was too far gone even at that point, if either one of them had stepped in Miguel would have viewed it as a betrayal and they too would have ended up in an unmarked grave.

“Do you think he’s still alive?” Marcus asks him, his thumb chasing a bead of condensation as it drips down the bottle.

“Yea.” Nestor nods before taking a sip from his own beer. “Mikey had a disaster plan in place if something like this happened.”

He thinks of the missed calls on his phone a couple of weeks ago, all from the same number. He knew who they were from, and he still didn’t pick up. He meant what he said, when he’d told Miguel he wasn’t leaving you. He wasn’t going to break his promise and shoot off to Mexico just because Miguel’s empire was falling. He wasn’t going to hide out in a nunnery, waiting for the whole mess to blow over, maybe once upon a time but not now.

“Do we need to worry…”

Nestor shakes his head.

“His resources are limited out here and I think he has bigger things to worry about.” Nestor tells Marcus as he considers the landscape on both sides of the border. “None of us are a threat to him and I don’t think he would want to risk Rosa’s wrath if he did do something.” “it’s ironic, isn’t it?” Marcus remarks, his gaze fixed on Nestor. “How their mutual love strikes a balance.”

Nestor frowns before tilting his head in puzzlement.

“Neither will move against the other for fear of hurting you.” Marcus says picking at the label on his beer bottle and sprinkling the debris onto the surface of the table. “You’re the person that holds the two of them together, keeps them stable. Without you there’d be bloodshed.”

Nestor has never thought about it like that, not really. He knows you won’t move against Miguel because of it would cost him, but with Miguel, he’s never been quite so sure.

“She told me about the house, the one a couple of blocks over.” Marcus remarks, his elbows coming to rest upon the table. “That your offer has been accepted.”

Nestor smiles because he remembers the way you lit up when you stepped through the door. It was airy and spacious with a garden for Santi and Tessa to play in. It ticked off every single one of the things on your wish list.

“I’ve never seen her as happy as when she saw it.” Nestor tells Marcus, the edges of his mouth twitching up into a smile. “She’s in a good place, she’s thinking about the future, it feels like she’s finally starting to settle.”

“And what about you?” Marcus questions.

Nestor shakes his head as he studies the label of his beer bottle intently.

“I don’t know what I’m looking for.” He admits with a shrug of his shoulders. “With the Navy, with the Cartel, it felt that I was a part of something and now I’m nothing. I could retire on the shit that’ve I’ve earned, but I don’t want that, I want to belong to something, to feel like I have a purpose.”

“You crave brotherhood,” Marcus tells him as he leans forward on his elbows. “I’ve been there, we all have. You want to be part of something larger than yourself, a family of sorts.”

“Since David…” Nestor trails off as he searches for the words. “I’ve been alone, I have no family, my friends are either in prison or dead. I don’t want to be the one that’s waiting for her to come home after a job, I don’t think that’s healthy. I want a life of my own. Somewhere where I fit.”

“There’s always the MC.” Marcus says with a pointed look. “They’re moving more towards community enterprises these days, trying to help with some of the fall out from the Agra Park deal.”

The Agra Park project, what a crock of shit that had turned out to be. He didn’t doubt Miguel’s business acumen, he knew it was a change of circumstance that had caused the scheme to fail but it had left the town in dire straits. Nestor saw it every time he drove through it. The Galindos had done nothing to pick up the pieces and it had left a bad taste in everybody’s mouth.

“They hate me.” Nestor reminds Marcus. He thinks about his last interaction with Angel and he knows that there is not chance in hell that the other man would allow him to patch in.

“Some of them hate you.” Marcus corrects him. “And truthfully mijo, when has that stopped you from doing anything? You become a prospect and you have a year to change their minds, and even if you don’t at least you would have done some good for this town in your tenure.”

A year as a prospect, it’s not even something he’s considered. He hasn’t ridden in years, he still has his old bike locked in a garage downtown, along with a couple of David’s belongings. He thinks of his brother, about the life he didn’t get to live and he wonders if this is the thing that he’s been looking for, the sense of brotherhood that he’s been missing.

“Can I think about it?” He asks Marcus as he drains the remainder of his beer.

Marcus shrugs his shoulders, before collecting both of their bottles and depositing them in the recycle bin.

“Take all the time you need. The MC isn’t going anywhere.”

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The Chase

I used my MC’s name but it isn’t necessarily connected to my multi chapter. 👀Summary: Haleigha’s been waiting for her fiancé to return from a work training, but there’s someone hunting her. 🔞Warning: Chasing, CNC (but not really, just be careful is that sort of thing is triggering), unprotected sex. MDNI

divider by @cafekitsune

Mo pheata beag- my little pet (mo fat-uh b-yug) Mo eudail- my darling (mo ay-dal) Tha mi a'tighinn- I’m coming. (Sounds like Hah me ah Chee un) cho mì-fhoighidneach- so impatient ( huh mee eu-eetch-noch)

The Chase

The fog is thicker than normal, almost completely obstructing Haleigha’s view. It only adds to the uneasiness she’s felt the entire walk home. Even with the fog thick enough to cut with a knife and the restlessness causing her to jump at every sound, she finds her way home safely. Just as she’s about to enter, the snap of a twig grabs her attention. 

“Love,” she calls out, hoping her fiancé has returned early from another training. “Is that you?”

When she’s answered with only silence, she shakes off the dread and once again begins to open her door. 

Before she can even unlock the door, a pair of strong arms snake around her from behind. She immediately begins to relax into the warmth until she hears a dark chuckle. 

A calloused hand clasps over her mouth just as she looks over her shoulder into a pair of smoldering, brown eyes filled with an unfamiliar hardness. “Hello, pet.”  He nuzzles his nose into her thick hair and breathes deeply, letting out a contented moan. “I’ve been waiting so long to have you to myself.”  He easily picks her up, even with one hand still covering her mouth, then briskly walks to a hidden alcove in the cliff just outside her country home. 

After all the craziness of her years at Hogwarts, Haleigha wanted a quiet life, so she found a little cottage on the outskirts of a hamlet. It’s bordered by a small bit of trees and a pond, but mostly cliffs and hills that give her the privacy she craves. Except now, now she wishes someone might be close enough to hear her scream for help. 

As soon as the man pulls his hand away, she screams which makes him immediately replace it. “Oh, now that’s a naughty pet. I’m trusting you to be a good girl and you go and do that. As long as you cooperate, no one will get hurt.”

She bites back her fear then gives the man a shaky nod. 

He gives her a disarmingly handsome smile in return, momentarily making her forget herself, before he drops his hand. He lets his fingers trail over her lips, he hisses and bites his cheek. “You are exquisite,” he breathes, his lips ghosting across hers, she loses herself in his heady scent and warmth. 

As if suddenly remembering this man is a stranger and not someone she should be getting close to, she gasps  then shoves him with all her might. 

Taken back by her sudden actions, the unknown man stumbles back, loosening his grip on Haleigha. She hesitates, looking back at the man that’s attempted to kidnap her, then she takes off in the opposite direction, into the thick forest. 

She hears his melodic, dark chuckle. She almost stops running to go to him, the brief hesitation makes her stumble. She quickly catches herself, but those seconds cost her. She can hear the heavy beating of his boots on the ground, in response she pushes herself harder. 

Having run into the middle of the forest in the dark hours of night, it’s nearly pitch black. She’s spent days foraging in these woods, so instead of letting the panic overtake her, she stops running, hones in on her surroundings, and remembers the hollowed out log she’d sit on to read. 

Haleigha easily finds the log and squeezes inside. She covers her mouth with her hands to mask her cries and bites her cheek to hold back her heavy pants. 

The man has stopped running, his footfalls are close. He stops only a few feet from the log. “Pet? Come on out, I only want to play. I very much doubt you went farther into the forest, it’s much too unsafe for a sweet morsel, such as yourself.”  He walks deeper into the dark,  it comes back moments later. “Definitely not there. I’m not a fan of hide and seek, pet. I implore you to make this easier on both of us .”

After a few moments of tense silence, he plops down on the log. Haleigha digs her nails into her palm to keep herself from making a sound. 

The man sighs, clearly annoyed. “I don’t have the most patience and I’m losing the little bit I do have.”  He shifts on the log, the wood creaks and cracks under his weight. “I promise, pet, I don’t bite.”  Then suddenly his face is in front of hers, peering at her from the opening of the log. “Much.”

Haleigha yelps and shimmies backward out of her hiding place, but she isn’t quick enough and the man pulls her to stand with an arm around her waist. He smells like the loch near her house which causes her to relax despite herself. 

The man presses her against a nearby tree and grinds his hips into hers. “Fuck, pet. Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this?”  He drags his nose up the length of her neck, taking in her scent along the way. 

Her voice abandoned her long ago, so she simply shakes her head even though she’s not sure he wanted an answer. 

His laugh is low and gravelly and he nips her earlobe before replying to her.  “Ages, from the moment I saw you, I knew you were mine. We’re destined for each other, pet.”

She tries to shake her head, but his hold on her neck is too tight, even though he isn’t choking her. “I’m engaged. He’ll be looking for me,” she manages to croak out through her trepidation. 

“Hm,” he mumbles thoughtfully then tightens his hold on her neck. “Do you really think one meager man can keep me from what’s rightfully mine?  He’ll never find you where I’m going to take you.”

He takes her silence as an opportunity to lavish soft kisses along her neck and suck on her collarbone. “I’m going to paint your insides with so much of my seed you’ll smell like me. No man will dare come near you once I’ve finished.”  As his lips brush the shell of her ear, his voice melts her from the inside out

She takes a moment to truly look at the man who’s threatening her. His dark, hooded eyes, messy chestnut hair and thick brows, a strong, prominent jaw, his nose is just slightly crooked near the bridge, and he has perfect Cupid’s bow lips. Despite everything, he may be the most beautiful man she’s ever seen. 

He dips his head to rub his nose against hers. The affection strikes her as strange considering all his other actions. Then he licks her bottom lip with a whole body shudder. “Fuck,” he practically whimpers. “You taste so good.”

Haleigha curses her traitorous body for enjoying how he feels against her and for how weak she is to fight him. 

“You’re going to beg for my cock.”  He gently tilts her head up then softly brushes his lips against hers. They sigh simultaneously. His gentleness quickly shifts into Something desperate and needy. One hand buries itself in her hair to control her, the other deftly undoes the buttons of her trousers and slips between her thighs. He moans gruffly against her mouth as he swirls a finger around her clit. “You’re already so wet for me.”  His lips still touch hers with each word he speaks. 

Haleigha finally gets control of herself and shoves against his chest, but he doesn’t go far considering how much bigger he is. She glares, her lips pursed tightly. “I’m not yours.”  Even as she says it, she can feel her body fighting against the words, rebelling, yearning for him and his dark touch. 

His snort only proves he doesn’t believe her. He easily slide two fingers inside her, an arrogant smirk on his face as she whines and leans against him. “I beg to differ, pet.”  He curls his fingers, putting the perfect amount of pressure on that rough patch of nerves deep inside her that only he’s been able to find, and so effortlessly, as if he’s intimately aware of every erogenous zone she possesses. She body involuntarily shivers in his arms, so he presses a kiss to her temple. “That’s my good girl. Let me give you what we need.”

With strength she didn’t know she had, Haleigha extricates herself from the man’s sinfully delicious touch. 

The more distance she puts between them, the deeper his sneer becomes. His jaw clenches as he steps closer to Haleigha. “You’re mine.”

She shakes her head. “I’m not. I belong to someone else.”

His features turn dark and she swears he growls under his breath. He stalks closer, instead of running, she holds her ground. “That’s a fucking lie and you know it.” He pulls her hair, angling her head to the side then latches on to her neck and works a bruise into the pristine flesh. 

Haleigha clutches onto his cloak for leverage to press their bodies closer together. She feels the curve of his smile against her neck. “Stop.”

The man immediately pulls away, confusion all over his face and she swears worry is mixed in. His calloused hand finds its way around her throat again, confusedly, she relaxes into his touch. He gently grazes her cheek with his fingertips. “Mo pheata beag.”  His voice is low and filled with  adoration, even though she doesn’t speak Scots Gaelic, she feels precious. Then he presses his hard on against her stomach and she feels naughty.  “You’re coming home with me.  Now.”

Haleigha gasps, trying to think  of a way to postpone what she feared was inevitable. “Wait, we duel!”

He actually throws his head back with ruckus laughter. “Duel? Pet, please, you have no chance to beat me.”

“Then you shouldn’t mind accepting.”  She pulls her wand from the holster around her shoulders. “If I win, I go free.”

He bites his lip, obviously considering. “And what do I get when I win?”

“Me.”  She shrugs as though she doesn’t think she’s a good enough prize. 

The man’s nostrils flare slightly. “The only thing worth having.”  Again he kisses her temple, then steps back. A smirk gracing his lips and his eyebrow arched, he pulls his wand from inside his cloak, then carefully takes his cloak off and sets it on a low hanging tree branch. “Time to lose, Mo pheata beag.”

Haleigha, always confident in her dueling abilities, stands tall and puffs out her chest, making the man’s eyes drop for just a moment. She silently raises her eyebrow and he shrugs, sheepishly, at odds with his demeanor so far. 

Not one to waste time, Haleigha casts Bombarda. The man growls as he throws up his shield then reciprocates with a Levioso, which she merely sidesteps. 

She fakes a yawn. “You seemed awfully sure of yourself and that’s the best you can do?”  She sends a Confringo to him, which he dodges. “You should be embarrassed.”

He pops into a perfect stance, his eyes blazing nearly as hot as Haleigha’s Confringo. “Don’t test me, mo pheata beag.”  He then sends a string of spells at Haleigha. Another Levioso, basic cast, Incendio, she throws up a protection charm, blocking the first two spells, but hasn’t anticipated his Incendio and it singes the tips of her hair and she ducks at the last second. 

The man nearly drops his dueling stance, but when she levels him with a hateful glare, he stays put. Haleigha holds a fistful of hair that’s several inches shorter than the other side and points at it with her wand while giving the man an incredulous look. “Are you serious right now?  My hair?”

His fingers twitch and clench, but otherwise his body language is unbothered. “You should’ve blocked it.”

Haleigha huffs at him then sends basic cast after basic cast at him, bombarding him with constant blows. He lets one hit him so he can get his own spell off, but Haleigha tumbles head over heels, then casts a silent Diffindo before he can turn around. 

Immediately, he hisses in pain and blood begins to seep through his shirt. “Fuck, mo eudail.”  He presses his hand to the gaping wound then brings his hand to his face, blood dripping from his fingers. A smile forms on his gorgeous face and instead of casting another spell, he lunges at her and wraps her in his arms. 

Haleigha screams and struggles to get out of his tight hold but nothing works. Finally, she throws her elbow back, catching his jaw.   With a grunt of pain, he lets go of Haleigha then drops to his knees. 

Haleigha  takes two steps then turns back. 

The man looks up at her with a grimace. “You’re free.”  His voice cracks but he doesn’t try to hide his pain. 

Haleigha closes the distance between them then gets to her knees and runs her fingers through his hair and across his jaw. “Sebastian.”  Her voice is a soft coo and the man leans into her touch. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

He looks into her eyes. “Don’t apologize, I love it when you best me.”

She snorts with an eye roll. “I only bested you because you didn’t try.”

“Even if your legs weren’t deadly distracting, the last thing I could ever do is harm my fiancé.”  He lays his head on Haleigha’s shoulder then nuzzles his nose into the crook of her shoulder. 

Haleigha sighs, bemused by the man in her arms. “Shush now, let me heal you.”  She gently places her hand along the seeping wound along Sebastian’s back then whispers several healing charms which immediately begin to take effect.

Sebastian, in a pleasant haze, hums his approval and leans on Haleigha even more. “Merlin’s beard, mo eudail, your healing magic is,” he pauses as he thinks then snorts in amusement. “Well, it’s fucking magic.”

Haleigha offers him a cajoling chuckle. “Aren’t you witty.”  

She moves away from Sebastian so she can stand and he whines in repose and reaches for her. “Come back, I was comfortable.”

She rolls her in an exaggerated manner and places her hands on her hips. “I was not. And somebody got me all worked up.”

Sebastian stands only so he can stalk after Haleigha. “Oh?”

“He promised I’d beg for him.”  She leans against Sebastian’s chest, enjoying his scent that she’d missed so much the last few days. 

He wraps his arms around her, relishing in her scent just as much as she does his. “He did?  Sounds like a cocky bastard.”

She barks out a harsh laugh. “He definitely is that.  I’d gladly give him what he wants, but I’m not letting him between my thighs on the forest floor.”

Sebastian groans then playfully nips at her collarbone. “Then we really should get you home.”

Haleigha lays a soft peck on his cheek then turns on her heel and runs toward the direction of their home. 

“Minx,” Sebastian mumbles as he gives chase. He purposefully doesn’t catch her until they’re practically in their little cottage then he wraps her in his arms from behind as she squeals and giggles. “You can’t outrun me, eudail.”

When he sets her back on the ground, she pulls his face down to her. “I would never want to.”  She doesn’t waste another second before kissing him the way she’s been missing the last few days. 

Sebastian moans into her mouth as he licks her bottom lip and stumbles back, colliding with the side of their house. He grabs handfuls of her backside to pull her against his hardness. He whispers something in Scots Gaelic but Haleigha can’t translate even though she loves hearing him speak it. Most of the time he doesn’t even realize he does it so she always asks for a translation. This time he realizes and tells her what he said before she can ask. “I can’t be away from you that long again.”  His hold tightens almost painfully. “I fucking need you near me.”  He moans again then pins Haleigha to the wall so he can find a bit of relief in the friction between them. 

Sebastian becomes frantic, his need to be as close to Haleigha as possible overwhelming him. He focuses his kisses on her neck, biting gently along the way.  She pulls his hair, adding fuel to the fire. He whispers soft Gaelic words of admiration against her throat, promising to fulfill her deepest needs in the same breath that he calls her a goddess. 

Somehow he finds the will to reign himself in enough to slowly strip her base, leaving bites along each new exposed inch of flesh. 

Haleigha reaches her breaking point, she’s had enough of his teasing and wants him to put his mouth to good use. She tangles her fingers in his hair to encourage him lower and lower. 

Sebastian chuckles darkly, but doesn’t resist.  “Cho mì-fhoighidneach,” he murmurs against her damp skin then nuzzles his nose against her inner thigh.  He needs her just as much, possibly more. 

“Seb, inside.”  She slaps her hand on the door to their home but barely gets the words out over the ache driving her mad. 

Sebastian rises from his knees, looking over her and the sight of him all dark, hooded eyes and swollen lips and flushed cheeks drives her urgency harder. He manages to get them in the door but neither is of mind enough to light the lamps let alone get to their bedroom. They tumble into a wall of books then slide to the floor after Sebastian utters a hasty apology. 

Haleigha urges him onto his back and he goes willingly. She pulls his breeches down just enough for his cock to be free. “I know you like drawing everything out,” she begins as she straddles his lap. Sebastian quirks an eyebrow with an arrogant smirk and places his hands behind his head, more than content to let Haleigha do whatever she wants. “But I haven’t felt you in days. I just need you to fill me up then you can do whatever you want.”

He licks his bottom lip lewdly. “Your wish, eudail.”

As he speaks her nickname, Haleigha slides onto him, reveling in the way he stretches and fills her. 

She circles her hips slowly, her head tossed back, on display for Sebastian’s greedy stare. “Eudail, ride me.”  Even though his voice is deceptively calm, his demand is clear and Haleigha doesn’t keep them waiting. 

Immediately her pace is hard and frantic in return Sebastian roughly slaps her clit then massages tight circles to ease the sting. Her moans cause his toes to curl. 

It doesn’t take long for Haleigha’s body to begin to tense with the head of Sebastian’s cock rubbing the most sensitive parts inside her. 

“That’s it, that’s my girl.”  Sebastian’s words of praise mixed with the deep rumble of his voice push her ever closer.  

Her knees ache from the hardwood floor, but she’s so close. Her moans become desperate as her vision blurs. 

Sebastian slurs profanities and slams his fist against the floor to hold on, his control slipping with each heavy thrust. 

Then Haleigha tenses above him and digs her fingernails into his chest, her walls fluttering tightly around his girth. With her satisfied groan, Sebastian releases deep inside her. 

After a few moments to catch her breath, Haleigha lays her head on Sebastian’s chest, his cock still buried inside her. She hums, contentedly as he runs his fingers through her hair. 

“I have to say I really don’t mind you coming home like that.”  She playfully nips at his chest. 

Sebastian sighs. “I quite enjoy the chase, but I don’t want to have to be away from you to do that.”

“Now that you’re done with training, we don’t have to.”  She rocks her hips against his, feeling him harden. “We can play again now.”

He pulls her in for a slow kiss. “How about this time you chase me?”