#ur hurt and falling from the sky and fall into her strong strong arms.

[sapphic-woes]

Maybe I rlly should just move onto apex....like this is what I do to cope, distract, help my mental health, no goddamn way imma deal with a hint of anything that does the opposite.

[cranberryjuice-posts]

DARINGGGG GUESS WHO JUST ESCAPED THE ASYLUMMMM

IM BACK W ANOTHER REQUEST POOKIE (YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO IT JS TAKE UR TIME)

OK SO CLARISSE X PERSEPHONE!DAUGHTER (THIS IS ANGST ANGST ANGST) WHERE THEY'RE IN THE BATTLE OF MANHATTAN AND READER IS STABBED SO OBS CLARISSE RUSHED OVER TO LIKE TRY AND SAVE THEM. BUT READER ALR KNOWS THEYRE DYRING SO THEY'RE IKE "its ok it's ok. I'm ginna go see my mother, i'll be fine!

BAWLING

(clarisse is taking over my mid)

HAVE A GREAT DAY AND TAKE CARE OF YOUTSELF POOKIE

- I’ll be back -

Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! Persephone! Reader

An - just a heads up as I said in my Korra fic this will probably be my last clarisse fic For a while. The hyperfixation and excitement to write for her is slowly going away, I will be writing most all of the request that I do have for her eventually but other than that I will be taking a short break I hope you all understand!

The sky had a thick layer of grey over it. The destruction to manhattan causing cement and other forms of pollution to take over the air.

Swinging your weapon aimlessly you tried to fight off the growing hoard of monsters. It was hard, fighting for gods know how many hours, seeing people you loved and care for die in-front of you and slowly loosing your siblings.

What hurt the most was seeing kids you grew up and laughed with fighting against you. Fighting for a cause that would benefit no one, fighting for what seemed like a dream that was never going to be real.

Trudging into a hidden alley way you lifted up your shirt. Looking down you saw the poisoned arrow shot wound becoming purple; throbbing harder and harder by the second.

Muffling your scream you pulled the dirty bandages off your body, tossing them into a dumpster. Rummaging through the bag at your side you quickly tried to change the dressings.

In the middle of war a second of peace was rare, a moment to asses your injuries was non existent, a chance to mentally reflect on your surroundings ended in death.

Death that forever followed you.

Standing stiff you were almost to scared to look down. If you gas lighted yourself enough you couldn’t feel it, it wouldn’t be true. It was foolish to think that you could of hidden from war.

“Checkmate” a raspy voice behind you whispered. Tyla.. s a daughter of Tyche and a friend who you had always competed with. Simple childish competion that eventually ended in celestial bronze piercing through your gut.

You’ve never been the best fighter but receiving deadly wounds twice in one day was setting the bar low. Pulling her sword out you fell to your knees, a metallic sound swinging in the air and hitting you in the back of your throat.

Tylas rough combat boot pressed your face into the gravel, tears quickly falling out of your face. “See You in hell” sliding the rubber bottom off your cheek she spat on you. Walking away with the intent to kill another.

Laying in the dirty alley way your thoughts went from the pain slowly leaving your body to memories of her. Of clarisse.

Sitting on the doc together where you shared your first kiss at sun down.

The first argument which ended with you both apologizing and laying together.

Sneaking into the ares cabin just to get caught the following day because you accidentally grew dead roses outside her window.

The awkward confession and her asking you on a date.

… the promise you made to clarisse that you would come back alive.

You woke up laying on a mat, a few medics crowded around you and the crying face of the woman you loved above. You couldn’t help but smile, even in her worst clarisse still looked beautiful.

Will reached over and grabbed her arm squeezing it. “She doesn’t have long” he mumbled closing his eyes. “Be quick” he softly spoke, standing up and walking to another kid.

You tried to move but she quickly took your body into her arms. “Hey, hey don’t.. just rest” clarisse tried to stay strong but right now she couldn’t help but loose it all. “You gonna be fine” her voice broke.

Tears began falling from her eyes and hitting your face. Her weak expression destroyed your heart.

Grabbing her shirt as it was the closest you could Get to touching her. “I’m ok… everything’s ok” you whispered. Clafisse just shook her head, the color was quickly leaving your face. “I just have to visit my mom for a little while, it’ll just be for a few weeks ok”

Clarisse brought your body to hers, hiding her face in your neck. Your arms went lip and around you both dead flowers and weeds appeared. As a daughter of Persephone death followed you every where, even in your final moments.

It felt as though the world stopped. That the outside wasn’t real and this all was a bad dream but even the strongest warriors had to accept when the sun came up.

[halsteadlover]

Daddy's Little Girl

*Gif not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader.

• Requested by @tinfoilhat2719: Hey! I wanted to make a request, if that’s okay :). Jay as a girl dad. Like I feel like if him and readers first child is a girl he would just have such a special bond with her and ur would be so cute 🥺 and my bestie @hereforhalstead: So i'm gonna need you to write something inspired by that insta you just sent me with Jay and the child because IT KILLED ME AND I NEED TO SEE YOU WRITE IT BECAUSE LQAMDNFGHBHEDNJ

• Warnings: none, just ugly ass writing.

• Word count: 4682.

• A/N: so since I had these two requests pretty much similar I decided to write a piece for both of them 😂 needless to say this is ugly as fuck and I can't believe I'm even posting this, but @resanoona literally thereated to kick my ass if I didn't post so here it is, pls don't come at me. Like imagine not posting for so long and then coming back with this shit. Deleting myself bye ✋🏻

The day your daughter was born was the most beautiful ever of your life, nothing had prepared you for the overwhelming emotion and feeling that holding her in your arms caused you. Finally seeing her after nine interminable months was almost a dream, a dream from which you never wanted to wake up again. All the excruciating pain, the labor, the sleepless nights, all faded into the background when you heard her cry as soon as she was born. It was all worth it.

Being able to finally see her little face, kissing her cheeks was so emotional that you cried all the tears in your body. Jay did nothing but tease you and take pictures of you hugging and holding your daughter but he hadn't considered that he was even in almost worse condition than yours. You wasted no time reminding him of the way he nearly passed out when the baby was born to which he simply replied by blaming the heat.

It was the middle of winter.

If holding your daughter in your arms was an overwhelming feeling and the happiest moment of your life, seeing the love of your life become a father made you touch the sky with your finger. Seeing his eyes shine so bright they could illuminate the darkest of nights alone made your heart warm with joy and God, few times in your life have you ever felt that way.

“Okay Y/N, just a few moments away. Just a couple of thrusts and the baby will join us. We see her little head. C'mon! You can do it!” the doctor exclaimed between your legs. The pain was excruciating, your chest rising and falling quickly as if you were running a marathon, your forehead wet with sweat. You thought you couldn't make it, that you were going to die at any moment. That was definitely one of the things, if not the hardest thing you've ever faced in your entire life. Jay meanwhile was next to you as he continued to caress your face and push the locks of your hair away from your face.

“I can't... I can't do this...” you cried, exhausted and without strength.

“Yes you can baby, you can do it,” Jay said, pressing his lips on your forehead “Just few moments and we can hold our daughter, you're so strong love, I don't know anyone else who would be able to face what you're facing...”

“It hurts!” you exclaimed, looking at him but with your eyes clouded by tears. You were in so much pain at the time you didn't notice that Jay's green eyes were also full of tears.

“I know baby, I know. If I could I’d take all the pain away...” he kissed you again, stroking your hair, feeling his heart breaking in million of pieces “Here, take my hand, don't worry about holding her tight.”

And fuck if you squeezed his hand tightly.

Jay didn't even believe it was humanly possible you could have all that force until he feared you could break his fingers. He didn't complain about the pain, he knew it wasn't in the least comparable to what you were feeling in those moments, he didn't blink when you showered him with insults, swearing he would never touch you again.

He actually even found it funny but he didn't dare laugh, he knew you were going to kill him.

Your screams echoed through that hospital room, and as the doctor continued to encourage you to push, Jay felt the chasm inside him open up more and more. He hated seeing you like that, seeing you in so much pain and not being able to do anything to stop it. It was a mixture of emotions he had never felt before - perhaps it was close to what he had felt since he had known you - fear, joy, anxiety, worry, happiness.

He was about to become a father.

It was really happening.

“Here I see the head honey, another push and the baby’s out” the doctor announced with joy and Jay made the mistake of glancing between your legs. He had seen hundreds dead people’s bodies, badly injured over the course of his policing career, but seeing the little girl's head come out of you almost made him collapse.

“Sir are you okay?” a nurse asked noticing how Jay's complexion had become the same as a ghost. He nodded, not being able to answer and immediately looked away and then back to you. You giggled in tears. ��Jay go sit down I don't want you to pass out.”

“No way baby I'm fine, I'm not leaving you.”

With one last push the doctor gave birth to the baby and you didn't notice how much you had held your breath until you heard her cry and at that point you let out a sigh of relief.

You wished you could have filmed on your cell phone the moment Jay cut the umbilical cord, the way he kept asking every second if he was doing right and didn't want to risk hurting the baby, the way his hand was shaking despite the heartening words of the doctor and the nurses.

Your heart exploded with joy when you finally held your baby and even more when he picked her up.

Isabel Kay Halstead.

Jay still couldn't believe it.

He was really holding his daughter.

Sure, nine months had passed, but it was only then he really realized it, when he realized for a fact his world had just turned upside down.

He was so happy, so fucking happy.

The baby was asleep and he was sitting in a chair next to your bed as he stroked your hair, looking at you with all the love he had.

“Try to get some sleep baby, you did such a great job today you deserve it” he whispered, a little smile on his lips. You giggled as you started to feel heavy eyelids, god you were so tired.

“But what if Isabel wakes up...”

“I'm here if she wakes up, you deserve to rest my love. Don’t think about doing anything else for the next few months. You carried her for 9 months and you've just given birth, the least I can do is let you sleep. She's safe baby.”

You smiled, nodding slightly. You knew he meant to keep his word, you knew he would sacrifice everything to rest you and take care of your daughter.

“I'm so proud of you baby” he whispered after leaving a kiss on your forehead but you didn’t hear those words, having fallen asleep before he could even finish the sentence.

Jay stood up and tucked the covers over your shoulders as he watched you sleep for a moment. He smiled, unable to believe how lucky he felt to have chosen you as his life partner and mother of his daughter.

Taking care not to make any noise, he walked over his baby's crib, delighting to watch her as she slept. With his forefinger he lightly stroked her little plump, rosy cheeks.

He really just couldn't wrap his mind about the fact she was finally there, that he could finally look at his daughter, hold her. She was so small, so tiny and he couldn't believe how such a small being could have messed up his world so much.

Jay hadn't realized you’d woken up shortly after, not being able to continue sleeping.

Isabel slept in his arms while he continued to gently rock her, sitting on a small armchair. He didn't take his eyes off her even for a second and you couldn't help but think how lucky you felt watching Jay with the baby, how you could never wish for a better father for your daughter.

“God I already love you so much” he whispered to his newborn, observing her as if she was the most beautiful of wonders. She moved slightly but despite this she didn’t wake up, continuing to sleep.

“I still can't believe you're here, your mom and I are so happy. I'm not gonna lie baby, when mom told me she was pregnant I panicked, not because I didn't want you, indeed you are the best gift I have ever received, but because I was so scared. I'm still so afraid. I'm afraid of not being good enough for you, of not being the father you deserve to have. I am not perfect baby, I cannot promise I won’t make you angry, that I will never be wrong but I promise I will try not to, I promise I will always be there for you, at any time. I'll be there when you’ll take your first steps, when you’ll say your first word, when I’ll have to punch someone for hurting you. No one will hurt my little girl I swear on my life...” he chuckled, suddenly feeling a pit in his stomach open at the thought that his little girl would grow up “God baby I'm not ready for you to grow up, can you stay like this forever? I'm not ready to share you with the world, just the thought makes me panic. Is it normal? I don't think so but we'll pretend it is,” he continued, stroking Isabel's cheek as he continued to look at her “You're truly the best thing that has ever happened to me, or rather, you and mom are the best things that have ever happened to me. I can't even expressing what I feel inside, I'm so fucking happy...” he chuckled again, feeling his eyes watery “Don't let mom know I said this word or she'll kill me.”

Jay was silent for a moment, his eyes still on his little girl. He didn't even realize he had started crying until a tear ran down his cheek and fell on Isabel's. He wiped it off quickly, unable to keep his emotions.

“I love you so, so damn much...”

-

Three years passed from that day on and Isabel had certainly become daddy's little girl. The way she had him wrapped around her finger was something never ceased to surprise you. The way those two loved each other made your heart burst with joy, in a way you never thought possible.

“Mommy, when is dada coming home?” your little girl asked, approaching you with her favorite puppet in her hand, of course a gift from Jay.

“You know Isabel I'm starting to think you love dad more than mom,” you replied as you continued tidying up the living room, giggling. Isabel hugged your legs, being careful not to drop her puppet, looking at you with her big green eyes, capable of melting the coldest of hearts. They were really Jay's eyes, god, it was like see him in those two emerald pools.

“That's not true mommy!” she exclaimed in an even offended tone of voice, then waving her arms in the air as if she wanted to be taken in your arms. You pulled her up and she hugged you with her little arms, with all the strength she had in her body. “I love you too so much, not only dada. I love you both equally!” she said with her little voice and you filled her face with kissed, making her giggle.

“I know sweetie, I know. I love you so so much” you said, breathing deeply the scent of her hair. “Do you want to surprise dada?”

Isabel's eyes lit up instantly as soon as you mentioned her dad and she nodded quickly, not even knowing what the surprise was.

“What surprise?”

“It's lunchtime soon, would you like to cook something together and bring it to him at work? I'm sure he misses you a lot too and can't wait to see you.”

Isabel began to exult and clap her little hands so much that holding her was impossible, so you gently placed her on the ground and like a bolt she ran towards the kitchen, followed by you who couldn't stop smiling.

“Hurry up mommy! Let's cook!”

And you were right.

Jay missed both of you so damn much, he couldn't stop thinking about how much he wanted nothing more than to go home, be with you and Isabel and not think about anything else.

He giggled when he thought back to the moments when he made fun of Alvin and Antonio for wanting nothing more than to go home and be with their children, telling them to have more fun, but the truth was since Isabel was born he didn't want to do anything else. He wanted to do nothing but be with his daughter, with you, all the time.

In a moment of break at work, Jay took the opportunity to send you a message asking how both of you were doing in the morning and obviously some photos of Isabel. He wasn't surprised when you didn't answer him right away, he knew how much Isabel could keep you busy.

When you arrived at the district, you and Isabel greeted Trudy who had the usual pout on her face, which disappeared as soon as she saw Isabel jumping with a huge smile on her face.

“Look at you little Halstead! Aren’t you the prettiest little girl? You came here to see me right?” Trudy asked, stroking Isabel's head and hugging her, knowing full well this wasn’t true.

Isabel shook her head, awkwardly pulling a lock of hair out in front of her eyes, which made you smile. “No, we are here to see daddy, we cooked his lunch and brought it to him. Can I see him? Can I see him? Where's he?”

“Oh I’m offendend now,” Trudy pouted and Isabel gave her a peck on the cheek to cheer her up. “I'm gonna buzz you up, I'm happy too see you both and Halstead's gonna be happy too, he's been grumpy all day.”

“Thank you Trudy,” you thanked her and after giving her a hug, you gently grabbed Isabel’s hand and went upstairs.

“Look who's there!” Kim's voice caught Jay's attention and when he looked up and saw you and Isabel climbing the stairs his heart almost burst with joy. He jumped up from his desk, going straight to meet you two.

“Dada!” Isabel exclaimed with joy, letting go of your hand and running to meet her father, who immediately took her in his arms making her spin in the air.

“Oh my god what are you doing here? I'm so happy to see you!” he said as he hugged the baby. You couldn't stop smiling seeing them together, that scene was so tender everyone's hearts melted, even Voightìs.

“I missed you Dada, we brought you lunch! Mum and I cooked it, but I cooked more,” Isabel spoke as she looked at her father with loving eyes. Jay let out a sound of amazement before printing a kiss on the child's cheek. “No way! I'm sure it’s so good!”.

He looked over at you, with a smile that nearly made you pass out on the floor in front of everyone else.

“Hi baby” he whispered, approaching you and giving you a kiss on your lips “You look so good.”

You didn't have time to answer as Adam's voice preceded you. “You two are disgusting. How about running away from here little Halstead?” he asked, approaching the three of you but looking just at Isabel.

She shook her head, hugging Jay even more. “I want to stay with Dada.”

“Oh... Is that so? Then I guess I'll have to return that little toy I bought you...” Adam spoke and Isabel's eyes lit up, trying immediateky to go him. You laughed, rolling your eyes at how everyone on the team continually spoiled her.

-

One night Jay was taking a shower, you and Isabel were in bed playing together. The bathroom was attached to the bedroom so when you heard the shower head go off you knew Jay was done.

And Isabel understood it too.

In fact, she jumped on the bed suddenly, instantly giving up the toys she was playing with and headed for the dresser where Jay had his shirts.

“What are you doing darling?” you asked amusedly at the way her small hands tried to open the drawer, which was far more substantial than hers.

“Dada shirt!” she exclaimed, almost crying when she realized she couldn't open it on her own. You got up and went near her to be able to help her, and in no time at all she grabbed a shirt and ran out of the room, going to meet Jay who was just coming out of the bathroom.

He had a towel around his waist and another in his hands as he dried his hair with another one.

Damn I am so lucky.

“Dada! Dada! Your shirt!” A huge smile was painted on his face as she saw her daughter running towards her waving his shirt in her hands.“Oh baby thank you so much, come here. What I would do without you,” he said, reaching down to her height and picking her up before starting to fill her with kisses.

“Ew dada you're all wet!” Isabel exclaimed, a disgusted expression on her face as she struggled to free herself from Jay's grasp, giggling and squeaking at the same time. “Let me go!”

“Never!” he exclaimed continuing to kiss her as he walked to your bedroom. It was in vain for Isabel to ask for her help as Jay never let her go, instead he placed her on the bed and started tickling her. The room filled with the sound of Isabel's laughter and giggles as she continued to stir under Jay's grasp.

You couldn't stop looking at them and smiling, feeling your heart explode with joy and happiness. The way those two loved each other was a love you had never seen or felt, it was something you didn't even see in movies.

Isabel doted on her father and her father doted on her, they were like siamese twins, they just couldn't be without each other.

You and Isabel had an unbreakable bond, there was no question of that, but the feeling that bonded her to her father was visceral, something you admitted you would never have.

You would never change anything, you loved the way they loved each other and with each passing day this love grew more and more. You loved the way Isabel could always count on Jay, the way she took refuge in his arms when she was sad or when she cried, how she jumped and was excited when he came back home from work in the evening.

“Dada can I sleep with you and mama tonight?” she asked, looking at Jay like you weren't even there.

“Isabel I...” you intervened but obviously Jay hadn't even let you finish the sentence that he had already agreed.

“Of course you can baby,” he replied, hugging her and stroking her hair.

“You know Isabel, you are a big girl now and big girls sleep alone the night,” you said, knowing full well it was a losing battle.

“But I have nightmares mama, I want to be with you,” she replied, putting on the tenderest and cutest dog face she was capable of as she alternated her gaze between you and Jay.

“You can sleep with us as long as you want, no nightmare will bother my little baby,” Jay spoke up, hugging her again not before he kissed her forehead. Isabel started giggling as she snuggled Jay, a malevolent expression on her face as she looked at you.

I can't believe this.

Three years and she already knew how to leverage the feelings of her father, when you said she had it wrapped around her little finger you were not lying at all.

She was definitely Jay's daughter.

And that’s how they fell asleep together and hugged each other that night, her lying on Jay's chest as he had his arm around her little body in a protective manner.

“Come here baby,” he had said before falling asleep, spreading his other arm as if to invite you. You obviously didn't make him repeat it again and, as far as possible without waking Isabel up, you settled into his arm, your head resting in the hollow of his neck. “Hey give me a kiss.”

His tone even sounded offended when he noticed you were nestled on him, making you giggle as you lifted your head and stamped a thousand kisses on his lips.

“You know she has you wrapped around her finger right?” you teased him, leaning your head back as you stroked your daughter’s hair.

“Oh yeah I know but just look at her cute, how can you say no to that face? It's your fault anyways.”

“What? Why?”

He kissed you on the forehead before yawning. “Those puppy dog ​​eyes, she got them from you. You know damn well I can't resist them.”

The times you let Isabel sleep with you and Jay were not uncommon, but there was certainly no shortage of little squabbles trying to getting her to sleep alone. Jay was right, it was really hard to tell her no.

But unluckily, there were even the nights when she woke up crying because of some nightmare and those were the nights when you felt most guilty for leaving her alone. This happened in particular when it was raining and there was thunders. You heard her crying through the baby monitor one night but before you could even figure out what was going on, Jay had already jumped out of bed and ran into Isabel's room, followed right after by you.

His heart was beating madly, his paranoid mind already thinking of the worst possible and imaginable scenarios.

“Hi baby, it's okay I'm here. Dad's here, it's okay” he would say to her, immediately taking her in his arms and holding her tightly to his chest while he cradled her and stroked her hair.

Isabel cried, refusing her face in the hollow of her father's neck, her safe haven.

“It's okay baby, nothing's gonna happen to you, mama and dada are here” he kept whispering in her ear to calm her down.

“I hate... I hate thunders...” she sobbed, even struggling to speak from her tears, her little body shaking with sobs. You approached them and started stroking her hair.

“Look at me baby,” you said and at that point Isabel looked at you, her face red and streaked with her tears as Jay continued to cradle her in his arms.

“I know they're scary my baby. Like dad said we wouldn't let anything happen to you, you're safe. How about you come and sleep with us?” you asked her and at that point her crying subsided and her eyes began to shine. The way she stopped crying so suddenly almost made you laugh. Jay couldn't help himself and let out a chuckle after you two exchanging a look, kissing Isabel at the top of her head after.

“Really?”

“Of course baby, you can stay with us as long as you want,” you said, cupping her face and wiping her tears with your fingers. She smiled and stretched her arms out to you, a sign she wanted to be held by you.

“Let's go sleep honey,” you said, kissing her cheek.

“Dada can I sleep on you?” she asked, after the three of you had settled into the bed.

Jay chuckled, opening his arms widely. “Can I ever say no to this pretty face? Come here.”

She giggled and settled on Jay's chest. He hugged her, holding her tightly to him and placing kisses on her head, pampering her in an attempt to make her completely forget what had happened. She was so grown but she seemed so small in Jay's arms at the same time.

And like this she fell asleep, held in the arms of one of the people who loved her most in the world.

-

Going to work the next day was more tiring than usual and you couldn't wait to go home and see Jay and your little girl, be with them for a while and forget everything else.

As soon as you opened the door of the apartment you shared with Jay, your gaze immediately went to search for Isabel and Jay, who you knew was off work earlier that day. “I'm home!”

No reply.

After closing the door behind you and hanging your jacket on the hanger, you realized why no one had answered. In an instant the house was filled with giggles and screams and laughter and the sound alone caused a huge smile to form on your face, your heart full of joy. As a magic trick, instantly all the tiredness and frustration of the day seemed to have vanished.

Entering the living room you immediately saw Jay sitting on the sofa and Isabel sitting on his lap squirming as he tickled her. They were so much in their own little world they didn't even notice your presence, so you just leaned on the door jamb and looked at them with a stupid expression on your face.

He was the first to notice between the two. “Hey look who's back!” he exclaimed with a huge smile as soon as he saw you, pointing in your direction. Isabel followed the direction of his gaze and let out a small scream when she saw you, quickly getting off Jay's legs and running towards you.

“Mama!”

You reached down to her height and opened your arms, hugging her as she threw herself on you. “I missed you mommy.”

“Oh baby I missed you too baby, sooo much,” you replied, filling her face with kisses as she giggled.

“Just her?” Jay asked jokingly, standing up and coming towards you as you too stood up with Isabel in your arms.

“Do I know you sir? Why are you in my house?”

He laughed and kissed you on your lips, completed with an “Ew” exclaimed in full disgust from Isabel, causing you and Jay to burst into laughter. You both knew the real reason was her innate jealousy towards her father.

After having dinner, you were sitting on the sofa, playing with your daughter. “What is it?” you asked, noticing the way Jay was smiling. His gaze was directed at little Isabel who continued to play with her toys. Isabel's birth had really changed him, you had seen Jay happy but the way he did nothing but talk about the baby, to everyone with so much pride it almost made you cry, the way he wanted to do nothing but be with her, god, you've never seen someone have so much love for someone else.

“I just...” he sighed happily “I just love her so fucking much. Like I can't even explain it, I would burn the world to the ground if she asked me too.”

You chuckled and he put his arm around your shoulders, drawing you to him before hugging you.

“I want another 300 of her.”

“What?" you asked, looking at him as if a second head had just sprung up.

“I want more kids, lots of them, like I want a football team.”

“Sure easy for you to say, you’re not the one who’s gonna push them out of your vagina,” you joked, giving him a light nudge that made him laugh “Let's give Isabel just a brother or a sister for now, what do you think?”

“Really?” he asked looking at you for a moment with adoring eyes that shone like two stars. You nodded giggling like a schoolgirl as you noticed the little grin on his lips. He alternated his gaze between your eyes and your mouth, wetting his lips with his tongue.

Oh god.

For some absurd reason you knew exactly what was going through his head at that very moment and you couldn't deny that whatever it was you couldn't wait for it to happen.

“Can't wait to have another one, baby.”

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❛ F*CKING HIGH ❜

with Neron ‘Creeper’ Vargas.

Request: Hey! Maybe prompt 52. When Creeper get shot and Mayans don't know reader but when hé was high on medication he call her at Vicky's House ? 🙈Something really Fluff ? Thanks!! I love ur writings 😊😊

BY ANON

Warnings: none.

Word count: 1.6k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to the author, I found it on Google.

Masterlist.

The books over the table with a lot of notes scattered around them are starting to give you a horrible headache. You don't know how many hours you have been studying, but you're sure that it was daytime. When you focus your gaze on the horizon, through the window, you're aware of the streetlights turned on outside and the dark sky above Santo Padre. It's your final week to complete the MIR and you have left just one exam. The last one. So, when Creeper told you he was going to travel to Las Vegas for a couple days, you have to recognize that you felt a little alleviated. You want to spend the maximum time possible with him, but you also have to study, but both things aren't compatible. Even so, he should be at home already.

Checking the time on the clock in your wrist, you snort getting up from your chair to pick up the books and your pens. It's enough study for today and you're really hungry. After cleaning the table, you fall down on the sofa turning on the TV and looking in your phone for something to take away. Cooking it's not an option today. Choosing the local pizzeria for excellence, you're about to make the order when an incoming call interrupts your plans. Reading his name on the screen, you answer quickly.

“Babe!”

“Maaaaamaaaa”. He sings, making you frown somewhat confused sitting on the sofa. “Heeeeey, maaaamaaaa”.

“Are you… high, Neron?”

“Yeah… Fuckin' high… for you, my loooove”.

“What the hell? Where the fuck are you?”

“Mama, I want you here. I need you here, maaaama!”

“Ner—”.

“I am… close”.

“Close from what?”

“Border, mama. Close to the border. Come with meeee. I need my nurse, mama, pleaaase”.

“Are you okay? What happened?” Your heart is racing, jumping off from the sofa, running to your shared room.

“A guy shot me, mama. But don' worre', I'm okaaaay”.

“Neron, send me your location right now!”

“Mama, mama, mama, are you comen'?”

“FUCK, NERON, OF COURSE I'M COMING. SEND ME THE FUCKING LOCATION”.

“Don'... Don' shout at me, mama”.

From nowhere, you can hear him crying like a child. Even if he's high, that shit breaks your heart into pieces. Stopping next to your bed rubbing your forehead, barely gulping, you try to calm yourself.

“Are you alone?”

“N—No…”

“The bul—”.

“It's out, mama… I wan—want you here with me. I'm okay, mama, I'm okay… Come with me. Don'... leave me, don' break with me, mama, please”.

“Send me your location, okay? Could you do that for me?”

“Yeah, mama… Are you comen'?”

“Sí, Neron, I'm gonna get dressed, okay?”

“Okay, mama… I love you. I love you, mama. I truly love you, I swear”.

“I know, mi flaquito”.

Hanging up the call, you take some second to breathe calmly before looking for some clothes to put on and grabbing the medical kit when you're ready. They better have something to eat, or there will be more than one man shot. Leaving your house, your phone rings with a notification. The address of Vicki's house. You have heard about it, and you're not surprised at all. According to your boyfriend, this is the favorite place of Mayans. You don't know them, not yet, but you can imagine why they like it this much. Keeping the kit on the back seat, you step in your car turning the engine to follow the instructions recited by the gps.

When it says that you have reached your destiny, you focus through the Camaro's front window to find the house, looking exactly as he described you one day. Going out of the pilot seat and carrying the medical stuff in your right hand, you go upstairs practically jumping them to hit the door with your palm. A girl with brown hair, big eyes and almost naked welcomes you, pushing her by a side before she can talk.

“Hey, hey! Wait! You ca—”.

Coming into the living room, you finally meet his other family. They were drinking and laughing until you appeared, now staring at you confused. The one who you recognize as El Presidente gets up from his chair, the other two are pointing at you with their guns, warned by the bitch behind you.

“I'm from Tijuana, you can't scare me con una pistolita”. (With a gun). You spit with a strong mexican accent, containing a sarcastic laugh.

“Who are y—”.

“MAAAMI, MAAAAMIIIIIIII”.

Hearing your boyfriend calling you, you don't give them a single chance to let you introduce yourself, running upstairs following the laments of Creeper between moans and pleased begs. Disgusting. Opening the last green red door, you finally reach him. The medical kit falls from your hand shocked. Taking a step, you tour his silhouette lying on the mattress. Being shirtless you can see the bandage covering the bullet hole, with some blood trespassing the cotton, and the sling holding the other. His face isn't much better, with some scratches on his left cheek and his temple. The most disturbing is watching him crying like a scared child, trembling and trying to sit up on the bed.

Before the other mexicans can reach you, you're already kneeling on the bed not knowing where you're allowed to touch him and where not.

“Mami, I missed you”.

“You're an idiot, you know it, rai'?” You ask him with your eyes filled with tears, gently caressing the other cheek, while he nods.

Leaning forward you kiss his shaky lips once and again, before feeling his right arm surrounding your waist.

“Let me see the shot, okay?” Whispering, you get up from the bed to take the medical kit, under the look of the men waiting on the door.

“The doctor put it out, disinfected the wound and stitched it up”. El Presidente says, making you frown your eyebrows.

“The doctor, or the vet?”

“Wha—”.

“Answer before I fucking punch you”.

“The vet”.

Of course, it's not the same. Even the medicines that give you in the MIR are stronger than the ones for a veterinarian. Opening the kit over the bed and wearing a pair of blue gloves, you lean on Creeper to take off the bandage and the gauze, narrowing your eyes to see every stitch on it. It's… acceptable, but you could have done it better. Wetting some cotton with iodine, you clean the blood around the suture with soft moves to not hurt him more. Your boyfriend is assorted on how concentrate you look taking care of him.

“Do you know what you are doing, niña?” The oldest one rests his body against the frame.

“'Amma real doctor, not a veterinarian”. You respond without turning at him, but at your kit to find clean gauzes and an adhesive bandage to cover the sewn hole again. “What happened with the other, Neron?”

“Dislocated”. He just says gulping with parted lips.

“What did they gave you for the pain?”

“Just some pills, mami…”

“How many hours ago?”

“Almost ten”. El Presidente replies in his place, making you twist towards him.

“Okay, Creep', I'm going to prick you some morphine”. He just nods.

Grabbing a needle wrapped on a security plastic, you open it to fill it up with the transparent liquid from a small glass bottle. Hitting it softly with two fingers and letting some of the medicine spill on air, you lead the needle to his bare skin over the wound. Nailing it slowly until the metallic part has disappeared inside it. Then, you push the plastic container until empty. Taking off the needle and keeping it again inside its paper, to throw it later, you close the medical kit.

“You need to rest, okay?”

“Mami, stay with me, please… Don' go”. He begs you crying low and holding your hand as strong as he can.

“You need to rest”. You repeat raising both eyebrows and nodding with your chin one time, caressing his grip with your fingers. “I will talk with your friends for a moment. Ain't going anywhere, mi flaquito. Not without you”.

“I love you, mama. I really do”.

“I love you too, Creep'”. Smirking at your boyfriend, you kiss him again having a little more of caring to not hurt him. “Sleep, flaquito”.

Placing the medical kit over a desk, you leave him closing the door, killing with your eyes the men in front of you.

“I'm hungry, so you better find me some dinner”.

“First, tell us who you are, because he's high enough to confuse himself and believe that he's the fucking Messiah”.

“I'm his girlfriend, pendejo. And you're gonna be a dead man if you don't bring me my fucking dinner”.

El Presidente chuckles rubbing his chin, before nodding, seeing you disappear through the opened door again. Coming back to the bed, you can notice that your boyfriend isn't crying anymore, smiling like an idiot. Sighing you lie down by his side, wrapping his body with both arms, letting him find a comfortable posture under them. You can feel his lips kissing your right forearm somewhat sleepy, purring like a cat. Definitely, he's too high.

“Mami, I love you…” He whispers when you begin to caress his neck with your fingertips. “You are the love of my life…”

“Yeah, you already said it… like a lot of times”. You laugh softly, turning towards you with a soft grimace of pain on his face.

“Love you it's my favorite thing”. He mumbles stunned because of the smile on your lips.

“Mine too, babe. I love you more than anything”.

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𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖 | Aang and Y/N are siblings who share powers, but Y/N was hidden from the Four Nation’s eyes to avoid the possibility of their separation. Then, Zuko meets the flamboyant and flirtatious Y/N for the first time at the Western Air Temple where he attempts to join the tight-knit Gaang. 

𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣'𝕤 ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖 | Okay… So this is pretty much pl*t st*ff! I swear the next one will be more lighthearted... 

“URGH!” groaned a frustrated boy. 

Y/N jolted forward, rolling off the dusty mattress and onto the rough concrete with a soft thud. Rubbing the sleep out of their eyes, it took a few moments to recollect the events of yesterday. 

Northern Air Temple…

Probing Sokka’s ear… 

No, no, rewind just a little bit, Y/N yawned and arched their back to relieve the aching pain on their spine. 

Shit… 

Zuko

-

The supposed skilled firebender twisted and jutted out his limbs to release any sort of flickering flames. But alas, there was none, so Zuko released a sigh of defeat. He thumped his forehead onto the stone wall in an attempt to cool down his fiery system.

Aang witnessed Zuko’s unravelling state. He pitied him, he really did. Despite the weeks of the firebender’s hunt among his friends, well specifically him, there was something that nagged Aang. Something was telling him that he couldn’t let Zuko deflate.

Y/N gave him a chance, I know that I should too.

Aang traced the crumbling stone column he sat on with his finger, trying to find the right words to disperse to Zuko’s drooping figure. He could practically hear the thoughts in Zuko’s twisting mind. 

Hopping down from his seat, Aang offered, “Thanks for showing me the ropes!”

The firebender violently whipped his head back to meet Aang’s gentle eyes, “Don’t patronize me! You know what my fire is supposed to look like!” A burst of blue fire circled around Zuko, casting a grim glow over his face.

Aang’s eyes grew wide, he stumbled back to escape the flames slithering towards his feet. 

A whimper caught his ear.

“Y/N!” Aang shouted over the raging fire twisting around Zuko’s limbs who stood limp, subjugating to the uncontrollable.

A familiar sensation of warmth pricked Y/N’s forehead, traveling down to their arms and winding around their legs. Their heartbeat sounded through their ears, a gentle drum soon picking up its speed.

Drumming…

Drumming… 

Another heartbeat echoed through their head.

Beating steadily to their own.

Aang… is that you? 

The wind picked up, swirling the clouds to and fro to gather together a dreary mass of gray. The pulsating gusts thrusted stone columns and pieces of wood around the Northern Air Temple as if it was a lifeless doll. 

It encouraged Zuko’s crackling fire to size him up. He was being eaten by his own flames.

The sky above matched the state of the two Avatars and the firebender throwing his own fit wedged between them. It was a commendable horrid sight that drew the Gaang forward.

“SOKKA!” Katara’s screech ripped her throat. She led Toph (who spat out Katara's hair out of her mouth) by the arm, but the pair struggled to reach Sokka who swatted debris around himself.

“The same thing happened when Aang saw Gyatso…” Sokka mumbled to himself in realization. He was brought back from his thoughts when Toph tugged on his tunic, motioning him to lead the way.

As the three crawled on all fours towards the raging fire to avoid impact from debris, Sokka shouted to his sister. “YOU NEED TO COOL DOWN YOUR BOYFRIEND!”

Katara halted to give him a stern glare, “HE’S NOT MY BOYFRIEND!”

“HE’S TALKING ABOUT AANG!” Toph replied.

“WELL YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN YOUR Y/N!” Katara retorted, while Toph snorted.

“Y/N’S NOT MINE- UGH NEVERMIND…” Sokka grumbled, “If you need anything to be done right, you gotta do it yourself.” He slowly raised himself up to his feet, his body teetering this way and that from the strong wind. 

Sokka sprinted to the nearest column from Y/N to protect him from any unexpected outbursts that could occur. He peered at Y/N, to his surprise wasn’t there. Craning his neck up, there they were, floating at a dangerously towering height.

Y/N’s body resembled Aang’s, hovering above the ground, arms and legs spread out like a starfish. The siblings' eyes and mouth emanated a blinding blue light, similar to Zuko’s flames that continued to engulf him.

“Y/N YOU GOTTA SNAP OUTTA THIS!” Sokka pleaded, “PLEASE! YOU’RE HURTING YOURSELF!” Despite the ongoing sound of the wind, he heard footsteps treading towards the fire.

Katara dug her feet into the ground. She stood in front of Zuko, close enough to feel the heat, but far enough to not be touched. Hands raised up to either side of her, she heaved in a deep breath.

Into the nostrils… 

Through the throat…

Settling into the lungs…

AND OUT!

Katara brought her hands together with a loud clap, which the clouds matched with the sudden onslaught of rain that was brought upon them. It quieted down Zuko’s blue fire, soon dissipating into mist. He fell down to his knees with a hard thud.

“NOW!” Katara poured her heart out into her confident voice.

A rumbling erupted as rocky beams shot up from the ground, catching the falling limp bodies of Aang and Y/N.

“Gotcha!” Toph sighed in exasperation and relief.

-

Cool water leached onto Y/N, who laid sprawled out onto a makeshift table made of stone next to Aang, drawing out the overwhelming energy from the outburst of the morning’s events. It was sun down now. Orange and purple hues scratched the sky, painting the Northern Air Temple similar colors. 

Y/N moaned at the chilling sensation languidly crawling down from their head.

The beating drum slowed down to a steady thumping. 

But Y/N could still hear another beat.

AANG, IS THAT YOU?

The siblings shot forward, heaving deep for air, startling Katara, causing her to splash the water onto the ground. 

“What just happened…” Aang and Y/N mumbled.

“YOU TELL ME!” Sokka gripped his hair tightly, causing the elastic to snap. “BOTH OF YOU WENT SWOOSH, THEN ZUKO WENT BLAM-”

Y/N clamped their ears, pushing and scrunching it in an attempt to drown out the sounds. 

There was too much.

The crackling of Toph’s nervous knuckles pricked Y/N’s eardrums. Y/N’s eyes darted to Sokka’s heaving chest who continued to explain the outburst with flailing arms, then onto Katara’s lips that spoke soft words, giving the opposite effect onto them. 

There was too much.

Beads of sweat trickled steadily down Aang’s forehead. His hand clawing at the nape of his neck, his throat tightening, threatening to close. His fingers traveled to his robe, gripping, then unclenching the creased fabric furiously.

“S-Stop…” Aang whispered.

“I SAID STOP!” the Gaang was startled by the siblings' simultaneous shout.

For once, everyone quieted down, only the gentle chirping and fluttering of birds was heard.

One…

Y/N’s eyelids smoothed down over their seering eyes.

Two…

Aang breathed in heavily.

Three…

The Avatars breathed out and shot open their eyes.

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That’s What Friends Do (Bakugo x Reader)

A/N: It took me quite a long time for me to like bakugo, but here we go. Friends to lovers. Ur all mights daughter too (bc i love him so much i want him to be my dad tbh) 

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“You know, Y/N? You’re kinda an airhead,” Bakugo said bluntly, flicking the girl directly on the top of her head to make her hair fly in all directions. She sighed and brushed down her hair, glaring over at the boy who walked home with her everyday. They lived on the same street so it only made sense to follow each other. Not that she particularly enjoyed it. He wasn’t always rude to her, saying offhanded things once in a while. Honestly, she didn’t even know if he meant the rude things he said, it was almost natural for him to say that kind of stuff. 

She went to protest, defend herself, but Bakugo just had to have more to say.

“I mean like, you’re always dropping things and making mistakes. No doubt the only reason you’re in class a is because of your dad. And you almost never use your powers.”

She bit back her arguments, knowing she would never win. He always had a counter, and was better than her at it. She twisted her bracelets around her wrists, feeling heat starting to emit from her wrists. They had similar powers, Bakugo and her. He would turn his sweat into explosives. She could convert her negative emotions into intense body heat. They could definitely be good friends if they tried; she was so kind and open to everyone much like her father. Yet, it didn’t seem like he had friendship in mind most of the time.

“You know it’s because I have to feel bad before using it.”

“Well then you just need to be angry all the time like me maybe. It won’t do you any good to be happy all the time if you want to be a hero.”

“But I don’t want to be like that. I-I have so many friends because of my personality,” she said nervously, not really thinking about the repercussions of what she would say next. “People like me, but they don’t really like you…”

He froze where he was, his head turning swiftly to glare down at her. “Is it really better to have people like you if you’re just a useless idiot?”

He was right, she was useless. In fact, just him saying that had searing hot tears springing up in the corners of her eyes. She bit her lip, trying to keep the crying at bay. He always did make fun of her for being a crybaby. 

“This is why you don’t have friends, Bakugo,” she whispered, even though she knew she was crossing another line, only to make him angrier with her. 

“”Oh yeah, well then why do you follow me around? You hate me so much yet you try to act like friends? Pathetic. Stick up for yourself once in a while.”

Her body heat was intense, and he had to take a step back when it started to hit him hard. He knew he’d made her upset, it was obvious when anyone did. He felt a bit bad about it. She really was a nice girl. He shouldn’t make fun of her, only it was so unfair that she was All Might’s daughter. She was weak, and never wanted to use her powers. Someone else would make a better hero, would benefit more from the praise and privilege that came with being in that family. 

Maybe he was just jealous, but he hated that thought. He was jealous of her for having powers strong enough that if she used them right could rival the level of All Might. He was jealous of Midoriya, who he suspected had somehow inherited All Might’s powers. Bakugo was strong, stronger than any of them. Why did he have the short end of the stick? 

“Fine. If that’s how you want it to be-”

Just as she was about to say her final goodbye and run back to her home, they failed to notice the cracking of a tree branch right above them. At the last second, she turned her head up to the sky, gasped, and lifted her hands to shield them from the branch. Surely, she couldn’t catch it, and they wouldn’t be able to run in time. 

Her hands glowed a bright red, and upon contact with the huge tree branch, the wood burnt to a crisp and shrunk to the size of burnt and ashy twig. She fell down to her knees, exhausted afterwards. 

“Owie.” Y/N stared down at her burnt hands, blisters already starting to show up on her palms. Her knees stung, and after inspecting them, they were torn up and bloodied, dripping onto the sidewalk.

“Shit, Y/N. I-I...let’s get you home, alright?” Bakugo tentatively said, placing his hands under her armpits and lifting her gently from the ground. She forgot about their fight just a couple seconds ago, the pain in her hands being nearly unbearable. The blisters would go away throughout the night as part of her quirk but god, it would hurt like hell until the morning. 

“Okay.”

It wasn’t that far away, thankfully, only a couple streets further. He held her around her waist, making sure she didn’t fall. He felt bad though, since the blood had dripped down to her uniform socks and stained them crimson with blood. He was surprised that, despite the pain, she didn’t cry.

 Carefully, he helped her walk up each of the steps to her front door and rang the doorbell. All Might answered the door, in his hero form, and just as quickly as his smile showed, it sunk deep into a frown. 

“My goodness, what happened, sweetheart?” he asked, taking his daughter in his own arms from the boy who carried her home. 

“I, uh, there was a really big branch…” she struggled to say, too embarrassed to say she used a huge chunk of her power just to burn up a tree branch. “Burned my hands and fell down and yeah,” she added, looking down at her burns and cuts. 

All Might turned to Bakugo and nodded his head firmly. “Thank you for helping her home, young Bakugo. You’re not hurt are you?”

“No- Y/N, she saved me.” He said softly, actually really impressed with what she had done, whether she hurt herself or not. “Y/N? Thank you. You really came through back there.”

The girl tilted her head to look at her schoolmate and smiled weakly. “It’s all good. That’s what friends do, I guess.” 

“Well, you better head home for the night, Bakugo. Y/N needs rest to heal her burns,” her father said calmly, waving the boy off with his free hand. They shut the door and left the boy standing on the front porch of their home. 

That weak little girl saved the both of them in a moment. He felt terrible for letting her get burned like that, but he was amazed at how much raw power she possessed. He turned on his heel and walked back down the steps, heading down the street to his own home. Maybe she wasn’t so useless after all.

                                                      _________________________________

The second Y/N learned her father was back at UA, in the infirmary being taken care of by Recovery Girl, she ran to see him. Tears had been running down her face as she watched the news, seeing the horrible things All for One had done, hearing her father struggle and seeing him lose his form in front of the public. Her friends all looked to her with wide eyes, as if they were questioning why she kept it a secret that her father was injured all this time. 

Why would she tell a nation of united people that the one person keeping them together was just about to run out of power? If she felt judged, she couldn’t even imagine what her father was going through, having every single person in the world know how weak he was. Endeavor would take over his role as number one hero, and the people would lose their symbol of peace. 

It was heart wrenching.

She opened the door to the infirmary, seeing All Might laying in the bed with bandages wrapped around most of his body. He looked tired and sore after all the work he had done. 

“Oh, Y/N, I’ve been waiting for you to show up,” Recovery Girl announced, walking right by her with a bottle of pills to give to the hurt man. “He’s going to be just fine; no longer a pro-hero, but relatively healthy.”

A breath of relief left the girl as she walked to her father’s bedside. “Dad, I-I saw what happened...I-I never thought that you would have to fight him again. I’m sorry,” that was all she knew what to say. When she found out her father was going to fight his one true nemesis much like years before, her heart sank. She remembered how terrible it was the first time he fought All for One, and this time felt even worse.

“Y/N, sweetheart, I thought the same thing-more like I prayed it would never happen. But you heard Recovery Girl: I’m going to be fine. You should rest. It’s been a long day for everyone.”

Her ears turned red out of pure frustration, and he quirked a brow. “Calm down. I’m still the same ol’ dad.”

“One for All...is it really gone this time?”

“Just about. That’s the last of it. I told you that my next battle would be my last.”

“How can you just accept that? You’re our hero, no one else means as much to the people as you do? We can’t lose you,” she pleaded, grabbing her dad’s beaten hand and squeezing for dear life. “If it’s really gone, what are we going to do? Who will fight?”

“For now, whoever can do it. Later on, you and your classmates will most likely surpass me. If Midoriya can-”

She sighed, shaking her head. “Midoriya is trying, but I can’t believe he will be better than you.”

He smiled softly, shaking his head. “He will. You know.”

With a drop of his hand, she tightened her fists at her sides. “I know, I don’t want to believe it though,” she paused, biting her lip angrily. “I have to go check up on the others who are just getting back. Midoriya and Momo-chan and all…”

“I’m genuinely surprised you didn’t go with them.”

“I’m not heroic like them. I’m just an assist.” It saddened her, saying those words. “Besides, no one would be happy if All Might’s daughter was breaking the hero laws again.”

The girl said goodbye to her dad and the others in the medic bay shortly after that, but her heart was beating a million miles a minute, and she felt like all the air had been sucked from her lungs. She could only remain composed until she left the room and the door shut behind her loudly, echoing through the near empty hallway.

She clutched at her uniform, right over her heart. She could feel her skin heating up under her finger tips, the air drying up around her. Angrily, she bit at her lip and squeezed her eyes shut, tears threatening to burst down her face. 

Seeing her dad in that state once again, this time in his weak form, it was heartbreaking. In times like this, she was truly reminded of her father's mortality just like everyone else. He wouldn't always be there for her. 

"Y/N?"

Her eyes snapped open and she lifted her head swiftly. Tears started to run down her reddening cheeks. Hurriedly she tried to hide that she was crying, desperately wanting to avoid the boy's teasing. He always said she acted like a baby…

"Bakugo? I-I...shit," she choked on her words, sobs crawling up her throat. 

He took a hesitant step forward, reaching his hand out to touch her shoulder. Before she had the chance to yank it out of his reach, he burned himself on her scorching hot skin. "Ah fuck!" The blond hissed, blowing on his hand to cool it off. "Forgot you did that when you're crying."

"I-I know. I'm sorry, I can't help it."

He shook his head, brushing off her apology. It was his fault for not noticing, and also not respecting personal space. He wasn't exactly sure why he reached out for her, but he did know that his heart was currently consumed with heavy guilt. It plagued over his heart. That's why he was going toward the infirmary: to peek into the window, just see how All Might was doing.

"Y/N, is it Al- I mean, you dad? He's gonna be okay, right?"

"He's alive, I guess that's something to be happy about. I just can't be positive right now about anything."

"Listen, Toshinori, it's gonna be okay-"

"Why are you being so calm? Shouldn't you be yelling at me by now for something? Crying? Burning you? Being in your way?" Y/N asked bitterly. The streams of tears on her cheeks were beginning to sizzle up against her skin, steam floating off. 

He was taken aback, but really, should he be surprised? He was always rude to her in one way or another, whether he wanted to be or not? He mocked her on more than one occasion for being a crybaby. She was rightfully a bit scared of him, and it buried into his guilt further. He grimaced, his eyes trailing to the floor and his hand going to rub his other arm. He never meant to be malicious though. He supposed that was just the way he was.

Damn, he felt kinda bad. He really didn’t think he’d ever been that mean to her. Genuinely, he liked Y/N. She was not only a cute and sweet girl (despite being a bit of a “hot” head), but also the only child of his greatest hero. All Might was probably everyone’s favorite hero, to be real.

"This isn't really the time,” he muttered awkwardly.

"I should be going," she mumbled, moving to walk past him down the hall to the classroom where most of her friends were still waiting for updates on if it was safe to go home yet. Not that she would go home anytime soon. She would wait until her dad was ready to go home, and then they would leave together, her pushing him in a wheelchair no doubt. 

He stopped her though, reaching out to grab her hand. It burned, but not as badly as he thought. She stopped mid stride, turning to peer at him in shock. He never touched her so gently, yet he was serious. His eyes were pained, she could see it written plainly for her eyes only. 

"Bakugo?"

"Y/N, I'm sorry for how I've treated you recently, alright? I'm sorry all of this happened, and now your dad is hurt, and fuck, everything is so shitty right now. I'm sorry, Y/N."

"Why are you saying this?"

"Can't you just accept an apology?" He hadn't realized, but her skin was slowly cooling down to normal. "This is all because of me."

"No, it's not your fault."

"Listen, I gotta make a promise to you, okay? Just take it and don't say nothing, got it?" She nodded, genuinely curious as to what he was doing to say. He was a crazy guy, unpredictable to a certain point. He squeezed her hand tightly in his warm, clammy one. "I'm gonna watch out for you from now on. When no one else is there, even that damn Midoriya, I will be there to protect you." 

He refused to meet her eyes for longer than a second. Her beautiful eyes made him remember just how flustered and awkward she made him feel. He glared at the ground and grunted. "It's nothing personal. I just owe you."

"For wha-"

"Didn't I tell you not to say anything? Ugh, so stupid as usual," he grumbled. 

He dropped her hand roughly, eyes trained on the floor tiles again. "Just get out of here, Y/N."

The only thing she knew to do was nod silently and rush off back to the classroom.  It was strange, the fuzzy feeling in her chest when he held her hand and told her he would watch over her. Maybe it was just the words, but something about Bakugo made her feel dizzy. 

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"You know what's kinda scary, Y/N?" Jirou asked in between bites of her rice. The girl peered up from her lunch to her friend, raising a brow in question. She continued to slurp up her warm noodles as the girl continued. "Hot head Bakugo's been eyeing you down a lot lately. He's actually looking at you right now-"

She choked on her soup, turning her head roughly to find Bakugo in the swarm of tables and students. 

"Way to be subtle, dude."

Almost immediately she met eyes with Bakugo, who was staring directly at the back of her head. Her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink, embarrassment sending shivers through her body. Just as quickly as before, she swung her head back to the table in front her, wanting to bury her head in her hands and whine. 

"That's so weird. Did something happen between you two recently?" Momo asked offhandedly, waving her empty chopsticks through the air. 

"N-no, nothing happened." Way to be smooth, Y/N.

Aoyama, who was sitting with the girls that day smirked as he munched on his cheese. Cheerfully, he piped up, "Aaaaanddd now he's heading over here. Mentally prepare yourself." Jirou laughed a bit under her breath and Momo smiled. They never liked Bakugo, he was annoying and rude, but it was fun to see Y/N red in the face and socially awkward.

Her friends loved to torture her. That's what she gets for being such a pushover, after all.

"Toshinori! You were looking at me?" He said quite loudly as he approached her. Ears turned red and she felt her hands growing quite warm, not burning but heated. She turned in her chair to peer up at him. His eyes were carrying his normal fury, but he seemed mildly calm. "Did you need something?"

"I...uh, no! It was an accident."

He noticed her red cheeks and her tinted ears, and out of pure frustration, he grabbed her soft hand in his rough one. Heat flared up inside her, embarrassment stabbing into her from almost every angle. She could feel her friend's eyes widen and staring at the two of them. 

"Why are you hot? Am I making you feel bad?"

"No. I'm just embarrassed."

He dropped her hand back on the table and crossed his arms. "No need to be. That’s what friends do, yeah? Friends talk to each other, right?" She nodded. "We should hang out tomorrow. After classes, come to my room."

"That's pervy, don't you think?" Aoyama purred. “Plan on making a move on our innocent little heat lamp.” God, she hated the nicknames Aoyama had for her.

"Of course not, you stupid French idiot! You're the only one with a pervy mind if you think that, fucking asshole! I-I'll kill you-"

Y/N placed a gentle hand on his arm and nodded, successfully quieting him. "We can hang out. I have to study a bit so can I bring my books?"

"Yeah, that's cool or whatever." He shifted awkwardly, shoving his hand in his pants pockets. "See you later."

As he stalked off, Momo let out a loud scoff, pushing her friend on the shoulder jokingly. "You said nothing happened between you two! Lies," the girl exclaimed, laughing loudly with the rest of them. 

“You gotta tell us the scoop, Toshi,” Jirou added, leaning her face in one of her palms, staring intently at the girl in question. 

Y/n blushed, but tried her best to explain what had happened recently. “So about two weeks ago when Bakugo and I were walking home, we were fighting and he was yelling at me and stuff like usually, but then there was this super massive tree branch that was gonna fall on us and I burned it up with my quirk. But in the process I fell and hurt myself pretty bad so he walked me home and stuff and then I said something like, “That’s what friends do” or whatever.”

“Interesting. Maybe he respects you more since you potentially saved his life,” Momo pondered. 

“But that’s not the weirdest part, guys.Then, about a week later after that incident with All for One and my dad, i was leaving the infirmary and he ran into me. And he apologized for ever being mean to me, and then said- well, this is kinda embarrassing actually…” she laughed nervously, wringing her fingers together as her face turned even darker red. “He said that he would protect me no matter what because he owes me.”

Three mouths formed ‘o’ shapes, just staring at her as she told the unexpected story. How could you expect something like that to come from someone like Bakugo? It was just crazy. 

“Wow, okay, so that’s crazy as hell,” Jirou chuckled. “Maybe he has a little crush on you, Y/N.”

“What!? No way! He’s just being nice!”

Momo casts another glance back at Bakugo, noticing that he was once again peeking up at Y/N every once in a while. Bakugo caught Momo’s eyes and quickly lowered his gaze, having been caught doing something so unlike him. “Mhmm, looks like your right, Jirou. He was looking at her again.”

Y/n squealed, dropping her head to the table so no one could see how embarrassed she was. Just what was Bakugo feeling? There was no way he liked her. He never acted like it or showed her any affection since they met at the beginning of the school year. She would just have to wait until they hung out to see what was up with him. She would ask him how he felt about her and that would be the end of it.

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Maybe this was gonna be harder than she thought. Classes had ended and she was walking very slowly back to the dorms. It’s easy in theory to just go to a boy’s dorm room to hang out and study but when it actually happens, so many feelings pour into you. 

It was just Bakugo, it wasn’t like she didn’t know the guy. Plus, they were just friends, but that didn’t make him any less cute-what the hell? Y/N brought her book up to her and whacked her forehead, expelling the thought from her mind. Bakugo Katsuki was not cute, not in a million years. More like a demon. 

She shifted her bag on her shoulder as she walked through the dorms, walking past hers and down the hall to Bakugo’s. He said right after class, right? Hopefully he was already home. It would be so embarrassing if she showed up too early and he  saw her being eager to see him. Not that she was excited for this hangout, definitely not. It was just studying while he did whatever Bakugo does.

As she stood in front of his dorm, she pulled down her skirt just a bit to cover her as much as possible, and adjusted the collar on her button up. She felt so exposed, even with no one looking at her. Must just be the nerves. It’s fine, she thought, everything is going to go smoothly and then she can head to her bed later than night.

She knocked on the door and within a few seconds, the door opened. 

He was undressed from his uniform, instead wearing a black shirt and cargo shorts. Typical Bakugo clothes. Still, this made her anxious; maybe she should have gotten into casual clothes before heading over. Does it really matter though? She didn’t know, and as the anxiety grew she felt herself getting hot. 

“You good, Y/N?”

“Yeah, haha, of course. Just ready to get studying.” He nodded, moving to the side to let her in the room. When she saw the inside, she was quite surprised. It was nearly spotless, not a single thing seemed out of place, no clothes on the floor, perfect dorm. She scanned the bookshelves on the walls, and noticed a particular manga immediately, one she also had in her own library.

As she walked over to the bookcase and swiped the volume off the shelf, he quickly shut the door and rushed to her side. “Uh, lets just put that back-”

“You like Maid-sama too?”

“Uh…”

She turned the book in her hands, a smile growing on her lips. “I have all the volumes in my dorm, too. I’ve got to be honest, Bakugo, I did not expect you to read the same manga as me.” He grabbed the manga from her and put it back in it’s organized place on the shelf. “No need to be embarrassed. Just between you and me, my dad sometimes reads my manga without telling me.”

The boy could only gawk. “No fucking way. All Might reads shoujo manga?” he asked, eyes wide with surprise.

“Maybe, but you didn’t hear it from me.”

She placed her bag down on his desk and took a seat at his swivel chair, sinking into the comfy leather. Then, she pulled out her textbook, opened to the page she was working on before she left class, and started to highlight what was needed. He watched her for a couple minutes before sitting on his bed and taking out his phone, leaning back and playing a game on his phone to pass the time. 

He expected her to be a bit quiet, but completely ignoring him for her work was really disappointing. He invited her over so they could talk about themselves maybe, and he could learn more about her. They used to talk every day on their way home from school, and he sorta missed that now that they had dorms.

After about twenty minutes, he took a peek to see what she was up to, only to notice her eyebrows furrowed and her fist clenched around her pen. “What’s up?”

“It’s nothing. I just can’t focus on my work,” she sighed. “Jirou and Yaomomo said something to me the other day at lunch and um, I just can’t stop thinking about it.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“No, not really. I just wanna hang out now. No use studying if I’m not focused.”

He shrugged, but internally he was happy. She would finally spend time with him in his own room all alone. He wouldn’t have to worry about other people looking at him like he was a softy either for being so nice to the girl. He waved her over to his bed and pulled out his laptop. “Wanna watch anime with me?”

“Yeah, sure.”

After she hesitantly took a seat beside him in his bed, she felt herself getting a bit warm again. Their thighs were close enough to touch, same with their shoulders. She crossed her arms over her chest to hide some of her awkwardness, surprised that he seemed completely unphased being pressed to her side like that.

Little did she know, he was going insane. He could feel the heat from her body and it was making it go crazy. He had to hide it though. The last thing he wanted was to scare her away. It wasn’t like he was obsessed with her, and he definitely did not like her in a romantic way, even if she was adorable and kind and super selfless having saved him a couple weeks ago from near death. 

He turned on some show she had never heard of, and they sat silently watching it. Y/N wasn’t really into mechas so she couldn’t get into the show. Her mind just kept circling all those Bakugo thoughts. He was cute and definitely attractive. Their thighs and arms were touching and if she wanted she could lean her head over and rest it on his shoulder easily. Not to mention her friends had planted in her mind that the boy had a massive crush on her, making the situation ten times more stressful.

Finally, during a scene where the lame main character was talking to one of the sides, she turned to him and blurted out before she could stop herself, “Bakugo, do you have a crush on me?”

He jumped a bit at her sudden question, turning his whole body to see her. “Y/N-”

“Jirou and Yaomomo told me that everything you’ve been doing for me lately means you’ve got a crush on me, and um, I want to know if they are right.”

He paused for a second, trying to think of an escape plan, yet his mind was blank. He grimaced, looking down at the bed. “I don’t know. Maybe, probably. What does it matter?”

Y/n fiddled with her hands in her lap and confessed, “I-I don’t know. Maybe I might like you too, I guess…” when he didn’t say anything she added before things got too much more awkward, “But we can totally still be friends if that’s what you want.”

He nodded in agreement, but his mind was on other things. This sweet girl, someone powerful and brave and kind, liked him back. He hadn’t expected this when he started to talk to her and be nice to her for the past couple weeks. He maybe assumed that she wouldn’t hate him anymore, but this was on another level.

He also had no experience with girls. They never got along with him and he never gave them the time of day. Y/N was the first girl he ever really liked. He was right to be hella nervous.

"So, um, do you wanna keep watching or uh-"

He nodded trying not to let how he felt show through. He placed the laptop back on their legs in front of them and played the next episode. 

But he kept feeling her eyes glancing over at him. Each time he would look to see if what he felt was true, she would turn away and pretend she had been watching the show.

"I think maybe I should go." She started to shift off the bed, her legs dangling off the side when he grabbed her wrist. She looked back at him only for his other hand to grab her cheek, forcing her to look at him.

"I don't want you to go. I think you should stay. Just for a little longer."

"But, things feel awkward now. I feel kinda weird about confessing and all." She rubbed her arm, lowering her eyes to the bed. "I really like you and all, you seem like such a fun guy…You've been one of my good friends since school started. I don't want it to be weird."

"It won't be weird," he argued, pulling her closer to him. "Y/N, I'm going to kiss you now."

She nodded, hopelessly giving in to the boy. He leaned forward just enough to press his lips to hers which were warm and soft. He pulled her face closer to his, running his thumbs over her cheekbones and his tongue across her lips. He'd never kissed, but he'd read enough manga to know what women liked.

She moved without breaking their kiss so she could kneel in front of him, her hands going to wrap around his neck. The kiss was intense, lips moving against each other smoothly for so long. He moved his hands from her face and opted for placing them up her thighs pulling her legs around his waist so her chest was pressed to his, as close as they could be. 

Y/N pulled away, ducking her head down against his shoulder. "My dad won't like this."

"Oh shut up. He doesn't have to know."

And then he kissed her again. Over and over again.

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at this point ive read ur entire team uzumaki tag + fics on ao3 all the way through 3 times i love it so muchhhhhhhhhh. Highkey Blessed Content. imagine the gremlins catching naruto on a Really Bad Day so they reach out to give him affection when hes not paying attention and he fuckin Flinches??? imagine the reactions

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Naru-sensei is quieter than usual.

Sayuri’s the one who notices it first, as she is with most things despite Hatsumomo’s eyes and Masahiro’s in built sense of trouble and awareness of people.

It doesn’t take long for all three of them to be on the same page though.

Naru-sensei is always so bright and loving and warm with them.

But today something’s wrong.

Even though he’s still as kind and loving and attentive as always there’s something missing.

His hands keep flexing at his sides and there’s this look that flutters across his face from time to time, something that looks almost lost.

It’s like he’s there with them but not all at the same time.

Like he’s a step off to the side of their normal rhythm as a team.

It feels like a cloud has passed over the sunshine of their lives.

None of them like it and they want whatever it is that’s bothering their Naru-sensei to go away.

Masahiro’s the one who acts.

He reaches up to tighten the stubby little green ponytail he’s now sporting, nods decisively at the other two, and then takes off at a dead run towards Naru-sensei with as much speed and stealth as he can muster.

It’s something they’ve all done a thousand times since they settled into team life, since Naru-sensei took them by the hands and made them his.

They run towards Naru-sensei and he always, always, catches them.

Grabs them in a hug or by their hands to toss up into the sky, clones popping into existence to guide them safely back down to the ground, cushioning falls and teaching them how to roll.

In a hundred different ways and even if it’s all three of them at once, Naru-sensei always catches them all.

Masahiro gets within touching distance and instead of whirling around and scooping him up like he always does Naru-sensei flinches.

He ducks down and away right before Masahiro’s hand can latch onto the trailing sleeve of his kimono.

Masahiro, startled and thrown, doesn’t remember to slow his momentum.

For the first time since this all began Naru-sensei doesn’t catch him.

He hits the ground and rolls for a few seconds, coming to a stop a few feet beyond where Naru-sensei had been standing.

He’s not hurt, isn’t even really scratched or bruised at all.

But for some reason, sitting on the ground completely unhurt but staring up at Naru-sensei who’s whirled around, something like horror on his face, Masahiro can’t help the way tears spring up, hot and wet, in the corners of his eyes.

Across from him Sayuri and Hastumomo don’t look much better, reflexive, sympathetic tears welling up in their eyes too, proof in a odd sort of way as to just how close Naru-sensei has brought them all together.

Naru-sensei is there in the next second, clawed hands fluttering across his face as gentle as a breeze before he cups one hand around the back of Masahiro’s head and pulls him against his chest.

“Hiro-chan,” Naru-sensei breathes, “I’m so sorry.”

Masahiro, face pressed against the silk of Naru-sensei’s kimono, his heart thudding fast and strong beneath his ear, breathes in the scent of salt, sun, and deep forest, and feels his shoulders shake.

“Come here you two,” Naru-sensei says above him, and it only takes a split second before Sayuri and Hatsumomo crash into Naru-sensei’s other side and all three of them are curled up together safe in his arms.

Pressed as tightly against him as they can be, sheltered in his embrace like he’s the only safe place they know.

And, in so many ways, he is.

“Sensei?”  Hatsumomo’s voice, normally so biting, is small.

It’s easy to hear the question she’s really asking without her having to say the words.

Why?  What’s wrong? What do we do?

“I …” Naru-sensei pauses, sighs, squeezes his arms around them gently as he breathes in deeply, and then continues, “I have … bad days.  Sometimes.  Not as many as I did when I was little like you are but they do still happen.”

Sayuri goes absolutely still.

“It’s not battle fatigue like they taught in the Academy,” Naru-sensei tells them.  “My bad days … I’ve always had them, even before I joined the Academy.  And I never … no one was ever … I used to hide out in my apartment when they happened, or get in trouble on purpose so I’d be sent out in the hall if I couldn’t skip class, things like that.  Either way I’d spend them alone.  Until now.”

Hatsumomo shivers just a bit, a small tremor running jaggedly down her spine.

Even without speaking Sayuri and Masahiro both know they feel the same way she does.

Upset and just a bit overwhelmed.

Upset about what Naru-sensei is and isn’t saying, about the implications of bad days and spending the alone.  About the way he seems so accepting of both of those facts.  About the way he’d flinched and all of the things that could mean.

Overwhelmed by the fact that Naru-sensei came to them anyways, stayed with them anyways, despite being their sensei and more than able to cancel training for the day.

“You came today,” Saryuri whispers the question on all three of their minds.

“Of course I did,” Naru-sensei huffs out a small laugh, “I have you three now and you, this team, it’s the most important thing in my life.  You’re my most precious of people. I don’t want my bad days or anything else to get in the way of that.”

He says it simply, easily, like it’s a undeniable truth:  Naru-sensei has bad days but bad days won’t stop him from being there with, or for, them.

And, pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat and the soothing rumbling purr like sound that he always uses to relax them, all they can do is believe him.

And believe in him.

Just like always.

But that doesn’t stop them from getting together in private later on and planning just what to do if/when Naru-sensei has another bad day.

Because he might be there for them but they’re also determined to be there for him in return.

Because they’re a team and, just like Naru-sensei had said that first day, that means they’re family now.

They’re going to show Naru-sensei that he never has to spend another bad day alone as long as the three of them are around.

[angelic-serenade]

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request: 🌟 Hellou!! I love ur work!! ❤️❤️❤️ Is it possible tó ha e a Alastor and younger(like 4 years younger) reader who have nightmares of his death sonetimes, cause she saw itt Back then, and go to big bother Alastor for comfort? 🦌

requested by: anon

a/n: okay so this was supposed to be a quick one-shot but my hand slipped and I wrote 9500+ words instead. oops. anyway, I hope this meets your expectations, enjoy!

gif, original work and characters do not belong to me

pairing: Alastor x sister! reader

fandom: Hazbin Hotel

warnings: mentions of death, bit of angst, traumatic events, toxic relationship if you squint, Alastor being Alastor but softer for reader

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It never rained down in Hell, no matter how ardently you had sometimes wished to feel the drops pouring down your robes. Even during your longest nights, the ones haunted by nightmares and long-forgotten memories resurfacing at your weakest, it would never rain like it did in those Gothic Novels your darling brother used to read you back in the day: you were no virtuous protagonist and never would the skies cry for your misery. It was probably one of the worst downsides of being stuck in Hell for all eternity: the equally eternal blood red sky forever looming over your head, serving as a reminder of your infernal punishment.

When you'd wake up in the middle of the night, after a particularly vivid nightmare, there was no pouring rain to muffle the sound of your hopeless wailings, no thunder to distract your spinning mind from its panic. Therefore, you found yourself continously seeking comfort from the only person you held dear to your now dead cold heart: Alastor, The Radio Demon, whom you had the privilege to refer to as your darling brother (at least in the privacy of your own bedchamber) - older brother to be precise, even if only by a few years. You had always been extremely fond of your sibiling, looking up to him as a role model - definitely not your wisest decision since it had landed you among the sinners of Hell. That's not to say you had any regrets, Heaven seemed like an awfully dreadful and boring place if you were to be completely honest.

Alastor, on his part, had affectionately doted on you back on the surface, taking his little sweetling under his protective wing as if his sole purpose in life had been to take care of you. As a consequence, on more occasions than you cared to remember, you had felt utterly asphixiated by your brother's undivided attention all your life, and quarrels had been a daily occurrence whenever his protective behavior clashed with your own desire for freedom. Your lovely mother had always been there to try and defuse your heated altercations, the poor woman; your dear brother and you, however, both shared the same stubbornness and desire to prevail on others, so that whenever your strong personalities came to oppose, trouble was always certain to follow suit.

You wished you'd appreciated his concerns more when you had been given the chance. Now in the afterlife, shows of affection were hard to come by. Mayhap that had been the worst punishment inflicted upon you after death: the privilege of having your dear brother by your side without actually being able to cherish and bask in his caring regards. Mayhap the illustrious Dante had been right in his musings all along: the law of retaliation had taken away from you the one thing you had never really appreciated in life, making you realize just how much you had taken for granted. Now that your brother had become Hell's greatest menace, an overlord to make things worse, weakness in any shape or form could and would not be tolerated under any circumstance, for both his and your sake.

Luckily, no demon in the seven circles suspected that the feared Radio Demon had any siblings to begin with, thanks to Alastor's foresight.

Your identity was to be kept secret at all costs in order to avoid undesired repercussions. If anyone were to even suspect you had any kind of connection to the Radio Demon - Alastor had told you - overlords and lesser demons alike would be at your throat in the span of a heartbeat. If given the chance, no enemy of his would ever hesitate to stoop as low as to attack him were it hurt the most, where he was most vulnerable. And that chance, he was not willing to give any time soon. You both had already died once and you were not keen on repeating the experience.

So you had followed his every order ever since your fall into the pits, leading a life death away from your darling brother and his chaotic ways - the one thing he hadn't been able to prevent in life -, keeping a low profile as a common denizen of Hell. Alastor would unsuspiciously check up on you every now and then, but his visits had been as rare as it was to see an angel in Hell - seeing him once a year was truly an unfair torture. Time went by and you grew more and more lonely as you mostly kept to yourself and wasted your days away in a nice apartment away from prying eyes. You were a nobody in Hell, and that was how things were meant to be.

Things changed when Alastor unexpectedly showed up at your doorstep for the second time in a year, blabbering about the newest project he'd involved himself with. His words betrayed unusual enthusiasm, a mood you had learned to be usually spurred on by the prospect of carnage and bloodshed or his precious radio broadcasts. Whenever he came to see you, he always showered you in gifts and praise, but it had been centuries since you had seen your brother so excited over... anything, really. Therefore, witnessing his cheeriness brought a genuine smile on your face. You were a little jealous you weren't the reason why he felt so giddy, but you couldn't complain as spending time with him was the greatest gift you could ever ask for these days. So when he told you you'd be moving into this phantomatic Hazbin Hotel, where he'd be staying for a while as well, you were impossibly ecstatic. Alastor had gently caressed your cheek and, in one of his rare moments of tenderness, softened his voice as if to lull you away:

“My dear, it has always pained me so to leave you here to your lonesome, but I am certain you understand that I always ever meant to protect you from harm.”

Unexpectedly, as most of his actions were, your dear brother spun you around into his arms as if he were coaxing you into a dance - which would probably be the case, knowing him. His words were impossibly haughty now, as if a switch had gone off in his mind:

“But now sweetling, now the time has come to finally put an end to this painful arrangement. You'll be joining me at this whimsical Hazbin Hotel our dear princess is so enthusiastic about!”

You knew better than to question Alastor and his ways, so you simply nodded your approval, glad to finally be able to leave that god forsaken apartment you had been locked in for far more than you cared to admit. And so you moved to the hotel - still keeping your true identity a secret, mind you. You were introduced as one of Alastor's acquantances, much like both Niffty and Husk were. Nobody questioned your unexpected presence and Charlie (much more than everybody else) welcomed you with opened arms into her precious hotel. When you offered to lend a hand with whatever she needed, she was utterly ecstatic. All in all, you were quick to adapt to the new situation.

The new accommodation, however, brought about quite a lot of new issues as well.

Spending so much time with Astor, for one, even if pretending not to be as close as siblings should be, awakened long forgotten memories about your life on Earth, most of which you would have preferred to keep locked away. During your very busy days, you were able to distract yourself from your scattered thoughts and memories; at night, however, your subconscious relentlessly haunted you in the form of nightmares and there was nothing you could really do to prevent it.

It was inevitable that you'd start losing sleep, as the only way to evade the cage that your mind had become was not to sleep at all. Astor had grown increasingly worried about your sleep-deprived state, even if he tried not to show it, masking his concern with his usual smile and charming talks:

“You will chase away any potential patrons looking so disheveled and shabby, my dear. Charlie will surely be heartbroken.”

You wouldn't have put it past him to manipulate you through guilt, but you knew that Alastor was truly worried about your health. His gaze, cryptic to most, felt all too familiar to you, just like the expressiveness of his smile held no secrets from you anymore. Needless to say, as fond of him as you were, you tried to sleep once again.

Then one night everything changed: it had been the worst night of your undead life, and the best one too.

The deafening sound of gunshots had echoed through your unconscious mind, increasingly loud footsteps and dogs barking so loud that you subconsciously jerked in your sleep. A call to your name, desperate, hopeless and scared. You saw him, his beautiful maroon eyes that had once only pooled in fondness for you, now dark and miserable. But they held promise too, a promise to fulfill maybe someday, in another life.

“I'm sorry (Y/N)”

His smile had dropped.

So had you.

You woke up screaming, trashing about in your bed. Sweat clung to your brow, your mind in a frenzied panic searched for something concrete and real to cling to. Was your brother alright? Satan, you hoped so. He had to be, he couldn't leave you again, you had to go to him, to see him, you didn't want to lose him again, you wouldn't bear the pain - you almost tripped in the bedsheets as you scrambled to the door.

When you arrived to Alastor's door, you had yet to calm down. You rapidly knocked on the hard wood, agitation evident in both your jerky movements and shivering hands.

“Alastor, Alastor, please. Open up. It's me” you desperately whispered.

As the door gently opened, your brother stepped into the darkness of the hallway and you unceremoniously flung yourself to him, clinging to his neck as if it were your lifeline. Your tears wet his robes, but you couldn't bring yourself to care enough to apologize. You felt like you had almost lost him again after all those years of seclusion.

But he was alive and he was with you. That's all you could hope for and far more than you thought you deserved.

Alastor uncharacteristically started to pat your head, as if trying to console you even though he had little to no experience in that area. His movements were uncertain, but as you lifted your head from his chest to gaze into his eyes, you realized no words would ever convey as much affection as Alastor's eyes did in that brief moment. His smile never faltered - even if it had become a bit strained - but you hadn't expected it to. It made you smile through your tears, despite yourself. You realized in that moment you'll forever be the only one allowed to touch Alastor without eliciting his wrath. That fact alone enough for you to truly appreciate the amount of control he'd give up in order to comfort you. He gently brought you to his bed and sat you down next to him.

“Are you quite alright sister dear? You know, those awful tears don't suit you at all! I rather much prefer your blinding smile!”

You smiled wider this time, for him, to let him know that you were indeed grateful.

“Oh, now that wasn't so difficult, was it?”

When he kissed your forehead, you almost broke up crying once again: it had been so long since you and your brother had been so close. The gesture warmed your long dead heart and you tried to return the favor by kissing his cheek. Nobody had ever been that intimate with the Radio Demon and lived to tell the tale, but in that moment he was no demon of hell: he was just Alastor, your dear brother who had doted on you in life and kept protecting you in death too - even though his ways weren't the most orthodox.

“I missed you Al. Please, don't ever leave me again.”

“I most certainly shall not, my sweet little darling. It's a promise.”

You were glad he let you stay with him for the rest of the night. No words were needed as he brought you close and took your hands into his. You both laid on the bed, in a rare moment of peace and quiet. It reminded you of your childhood on Earth and how you'd always sneak out of your room during the night to sleep next to him - you had always been afraid of the dark after all. Only in your adulthood had you learned that there are worse things than darkness one should fear.

After eons of suffering and terrible loneliness, everything finally fell into its rightful place.

Alastor was safe and so were you.

That was all that mattered.

[carol-thirteen]

Absorbed

Ok first of all, i love u and ur writing!!! Second, can u please do carol x reader where R has healing power but to do that R have to absorb that person's injury. During battle, one of the avengers got hurt like pretty bad and R save them. R don't want carol or anyone to worry instead R go sitting somewhere away from them. U can decide the ending. Give me ur best angst and im ready to cry lol

thank you so much for this prompt, i really enjoyed writing it. i hope it satisfies your angst needs.

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The screams and collapsing buildings were all around you, you wondered how anyone else could focus.

Each of you had been given a task. The majority of the Avengers were assigned to taking down the threat, that included Carol. Yours and Natasha’s only concern was to get the innocent villagers to safety.

You wanted to put your combat skills to the test in the field but agreed that you would be of more use to the people of the planet.

As you bent down, jogging along the previously determined route, with small groups of people, you would occasionally try to get a look of the battlefield. You saw Carol flying up in the air, that ever fluorescent glow upon her, then swooping down into the midst of it all.

A proud smile appeared on your face, but quickly dissipated when you had taken your 8th group to the safety of your ship.

You turned back towards the route, seeing Natasha hobbling along with her group. The more she approached you, the clearer it was to you that she was in pain.

“Go and sit down behind there,” you pointed to the large pile of rubble just at the edge of the dusted paths.

You ushered the group inside where they were taken care of by the medic team. That you had been on strict instruction to stay away from until you had proper control of your powers.

Fury knew what kind of person you were, selfless and forever wanting to help. Needing to in fact. If he knew what was going to happen on this mission, he certainly wouldn’t have sent you on it. He really cherished you as a member of the team, he wanted you to train and be as powerful as possible. He also wanted you safe. For himself and for Carol.

When the medic inside the ship gave you a quick nod, you rushed to where you had told Natasha to wait.

Peering around the corner, arms at the ready, just in case. You sighed as you saw her shaking, blood pooling at her hands.

“Oh Nat, what happened?” you knelt beside her and pressed your hands against the wound on her stomach, which earned a heart aching hiss. “Sorry.”

“There was an explosive set in the-“ Nat took a uneven breath, the pain stopping her from continuing.

“Shhh, it’s alright. We should get you back to the ship. They’ll be able to-“

“What about the rest of them?” Nat leaned forward slightly, groaning in pain, staring at the huddled up groups of young children and parents.

“I’ll handle it,”

“Y/N, if Carol knew-“

“What Carol doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” you wiped the tear that had slipped from Natasha’s eye. “Let’s get you up, come on.”

A scream escaped Natasha’s lips as you tried to help her up. She begged you to stop, but not for long. You listened immediately and set her back down.

The bleeding was getting worse. You couldn’t get it under control and you didn’t have the supplies. It would take too long to go back to the ship and ask the medics to help her.

“Tell-“

“Nope, stop right there. You are not dying today.” You spoke firmly.

There was no other option. You’d never absorbed an injury this critical. But you had to try. Right?

“I’m going to help you.” You spoke with such certainty that Natasha had already figured out what you were planning.

“Y/N, no. Fury said-“ She murmured. She knew she was too weak to protest but if she could she would push you off of her right now. If you survive this, she will definitely be yelling at you later. You could take it.

“I don’t care. I’m not letting you die. Just, give me a second.” You took her hands and closed your eyes, letting your power overwhelm you. It was strong, stronger than it had been. You hoped that was a good sign that you’d make it out of this.

You felt the pain transfer and the more intense it got, the more you wanted to cry. But you kept it together as best you could. It didn’t take long for you to feel every single burn and scratch Natasha had acquired along with what felt like a hole in the abdomen.

“You can stop now. It’s- We can both live if you stop now.”

“I can’t.” You felt your both tremble beneath you. Your own strength that was holding you up had decreased considerably.

“Just let go of my hands.”

The final cuts and bruises appeared on your face and were no longer Natasha’s. A quick burst of energy expelled from you hands and pushed you backwards, landing flat on your back.

You let out a breath you had been holding. “You didn’t tell me about the leg.” Natasha went to your side lifting you to rest against her. You whimpered through a clenched jaw. “Would’ve been nice to have a heads up.” You smiled through the blinding pain.

“Why did you do that?” Natasha frowned, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I told you. I couldn’t stop. I would’ve if I could. Would be nice to not be dying.” You laughed slightly coughing up blood.

“Oh god, uh. Help. You need help.”

“There’s no time, Nat.” You wiped the blood from your mouth using the back of your hand, staring at it as you placed your hand back onto your stomach.

“There is. You saved me now let me save you.” She squeezed your hand. “I’ll get help. Just-“ she sighed. “Just hold on. Please.”

“I’ll do my best.”

She gave you a stern look, like you did not give her the correct answer.

“I will stay alive.” You whimpered.

You stared up at the sky, the smoke from burning structures filling the space, covering your view of the stars now. Letting out a shaky breath, you watched Natasha stand up and leave to get help.

“I’ll be back.”

You never thought you’d be alone. You always thought you’d have Carol beside you telling you everything was okay. If she knew you were doing this alone, she would be so mad.

It felt like something was pressing down on your chest and though you didn’t think it was possible, your ability to breathe was depleting quickly.

Carol’s busy. She’s in the middle of a fight, she couldn’t just be pulled her away from that for you to have some comfort. These people were losing their planet, their families. It was so much bigger than you.

She's not coming. You knew that hurt you more than anything you could ever feel physically.

Tears were falling faster than you were breathing. As much as you wanted Natasha to come back, you wanted Carol more. Holding on to life was exhausting and you didn’t know how much longer you could do it for.

But you heard her voice, not being able to understand what was being said yelled though.

Death was creeping up on you, if it was Carol that was coming to you, she needed to be quick.

Carol’s timing was impeccable though as always, just as you felt your eyes close, her hands were firm on your body.

“God, what the hell did you do?” She knelt next to you, as she swiveled a bag around her body, undoing the straps and opening it.

“Carol?”

She heard your voice and how broken, how surprised you sounded that she’d come for you.

“It’s me baby, I’m here.” She stroked the side of your face, a hand still in her bag.

“W-Where’s Nat?” you stuttered.

“Helping the last of the villagers.”

“She’s okay?”

“What aren’t you telling me?” Carol pulled out supplies she needed, her spare hand feeling your pulse. “Y/N.”

“I had to,” you whispered. “Nat was dying and I-I couldn’t let-“

“You absorbed this?!” Carol looked at you quickly, realizing. Natasha had just come to her fit as a fiddle to tell her you were hurt. Her hands back in the bag, searching for something.

You tried to nod but you ended up wincing in pain and groaning at the movement.

“Damn it, where is it?” She muttered quickly to herself, panicking more.

Carol shook her head and looked back down into the bag, pulling out some medication.

“Just hold on okay. This will help.”

“Carol,” You whimpered, clenching got jaw through the pain as you lifted your hand to rest on hers. “Don’t waste that on me. It’s too late”

“No it’s not.” She pressed the metal into your thigh, holding your hand tightly to comfort you. “I’ve got you.”

“Please I-“

“It’s okay. You’re going to be just fine.” Carol stroked the side of your face that wasn’t covered in burns and scrapes. She could see the tears that were cascading down your face and had been for a while. She could tell from the wet patch that was on the rock just below your head “Shh.”

“I’m so glad you’re here,” you spoke slowly. You weren’t sure if you were really dying or if the medication was making you tired. Either way, Carol had to know. “I didn’t want to be alone.”

“You’re not alone, you hear me.” Carol frowned as your eyes closed. “Baby,” her voice cracked. With one hand in yours tightly, the other used the medpack tech, that she’d connected to your body suit. She waited for it to load. “Come on. She can’t be gone. It should’ve- Fury said this would work. Why isn’t it working?!“ She tapped the side of the hunk of metal, hoping it would help it load faster.

You felt the medication kick in just as fast as you’d felt yourself losing the fight against death moments before.

“I’m sorry,” Your eyes opened to her tear filled ones staring down at you. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips.

Carol smiled weakly at you. “You did the right thing. Even though it was really stupid.”

You felt yourself smile. Carol let out a laugh, masking the fact that she wanted to cry.

She wanted to make you comfortable, but not inflict more pain, so she stayed next to you, her hands rubbing your arm soothingly. Both of you hoping that this would work, that Carol had got to you in time.

And she had.

[markley]

hanahaki — kth

summary — who knew love could kill so violently? 

genre — pure angst

warnings — blood, death

word count — 1.5k

a/n — get ur tissues ready, everybody

you remember the first day you met kim taehyung perfectly. the sky was a light gray and rain fell harshly around you. you had forgotten to grab a coat before running off to school, and now you were really wishing you had one as you left the safety of the building to go home.

you were a junior in high school at the time. taehyung was in a few of your classes but you had never really talked to him. he was quite popular, but more by association. he himself was quite quiet, and quite odd. 

that rainy day you met him was also very odd. basically, taehyung had seen you shivering in just your uniform, soaked and walking the way towards your home. you admittedly were freezing but it’s not like you could do anything about it. you also didn’t do anything when kim taehyung walked up to you, offering a ride home so you wouldn’t freeze to death out in the cold rain.

you were still, considering it. while you knew he wasn’t some crazy killer, you also didn’t know the boy well and were obviously a bit reluctant to take the offer. however the idea of jogging for 10 minutes in the rain made you scrunch your nose as you agreed, thanking him.

on the short way there taehyung and you talked a little bit, getting to know eachother more than just what you know from gossip and school. apparently he was thrusted in to popularity by his neighbor and friend jungkook, the school heartthrob. you had met jungkook before; he was nice, a little awkward for such an adored boy but definitely very sweet.

after he dropped you off, taehyung made a silent agreement to himself to become friends with you, and he kept to it. the next day at school he approached you in class, declaring his friendship dramatically. since then, the two of you were practically inseparable.

and since then you have had the largest crush on your best friend.

this is why you are now leaning over the sink in your bathroom, blood and flowers splattered across the porcelain. everyone has heard of the rare disease hanahaki, when flowers grow in your throat, causing the unlucky person to cough petals, eventually suffocating. it happens when the patient suffers from one-sided love, which sadly you are right now.

looking down at the shades of red, you sigh, causing a sting in the back of your throat. of course taehyung has to like roses. the thorns were obnoxious to cough up, and cause even more pain than with other flowers.

you have been suffering from hanahaki for weeks, and it keeps getting progressively worse and worse. yoongi, your other best friend has insisted you get surgery to remove the disease, but you stubbornly refuse each time. no matter how much it hurts, you don’t want to lose those feelings.

earlier, before you were over the sink coughing your lungs out, a large racket came from your door. behind it, laid heartburn you have never been hurt more by. groggy, you begin to get out of bed. the knocks gradually get louder and you shout back in aggravation “listen you little shit!”

you run towards the door, glaring at the tall man before you, his hand still midair. “taehyung, i am going to kill you one of these days.” said boy laughs, picking you up and moving you out of the way so he can walk inside. you huff, but hold back a slight smile before closing the door. “what do you want you brat?”

“damn, y/n. what a way to treat your best friend,” tae playfully pouts at you before grinning. you can’t help but grin back at his boxy smile. “and i am here to gossip of course!”

rolling your eyes, you walk into the kitchen and make a cup of water, gesturing for taehyung to explain. “well? go on.”

“okay so you know minji?” your smile fades slightly. of course you knew minji. she was the girl taehyung had the largest crush on, and also the girl who deserved him much more than you. tae has talked about her for a while, and you as his closest friend have stuck by him and helped him with his ‘girl problems’. you did this even though it killed you inside.

yoongi has reprimanded you constantly for this, saying that helping taehyung with minji is not worth it if it’s bringing you such pain. plus, yoongi found out about your hanahaki and has been taking care of you, not so much hiding his obvious distaste for the boy who caused it.

“yeah? what about her, tae?” his smile is bright and you heart breaks just a little. his eyes shine and you listen intently as he talks about how he confessed, her admitting to liking him back.

“so now i guess we are going on a date! isn’t that amazing?!” taehyung’s grin is so happy you can’t bring yourself to even feel bad for yourself.

“tae, im so happy for you.” and you were, truly. but you also knew that the discomfort growing in the back of your throat will only get worse with each loving word that leaves taehyung’s lips. “hey, what time is the date?”

“in a few hours.”

“then you should go get ready! besides i have plans with yoongi i gotta get to. he’ll kill me if i raincheck again.” taehyung laughs softly before getting up, leaving with a hug and a soft kiss to your forehead. “bye tae. love you!”

“love you too, y/n!” of course you do, tae. but not the same way i do.

and this is why you are where you are. you hear a door opening, and see as yoongi walks in without knocking, running towards your weak body as you lean over the bathroom sink.

“i told you, y/n. i fucking told you.” his words are harsh but he speaks softly, stroking your hair as you cry into his arms. with a sigh, he pushes you until you look him in the eye. “what happened?”

“he got a girlfriend, yoongi. god, it hurts— it hurts so bad.” you shakily cry, clutching your heart as it breaks just a little.

“i know... i know.” and he holds you until you stop crying, holds you until you finally are able to get up. but no matter how much you hide it the pain in your throat will forever worsen.

he’s so happy now. taehyung is all smiles and his eyes brighten with a thousand stars when he talks about her— and it kills you every time. every time you end up with blood and petals littering the floor beneath you. and every time yoongi has to be there to bring you back up. and every time you stand back up, you fall farther once again.

the last time you fell was two months later; taehyung and minji were going strong and you were growing weaker. you’ve begun to regurgitate entire roses, the thorns cutting almost as much as tae’s loving words of someone who isn’t you.

that day, you’re body couldn’t handle the torture your heart has been through from every late night gush, every eye smile directed her way and every time he almost says he loves her. but this time he did. he loved her, and you couldn’t even push taehyung out the door before your heart ached and your eyes watered from the large, sharp flowers leaving your lips so harshly.

he loved her

taehyung called yoongi in fear, who rushed to your apartment. you locked the bathroom door behind your shaking body. you couldn’t breath, you couldn’t see and you couldn’t feel anything more than the pull of your heartstrings.

he loved her

you couldn’t hear anything other than the slaming front door and the throbbing in your ears. it was all too much and you collapsed at the same time yoongi busted in. he didn’t want to admit it, but he knew. he knew you were too weak, too heartbroken and he held you as you cried the last time, covered in your blood and beautiful black roses.

your lips were dry, caked red with blood and a petal hung in your mouth before you coughed again. you looked towards taehyung and smiled, knowing it will be your last. yoongi shakes his head, telling you it will be okay.

you grab onto his arm softly. “it doesn’t hurt anymore.” and with a last gaze drifting towards the one hard but forever beautiful love you ever felt, you say the words you’ve always wanted to say; “i loved you taehyung. and every painful moment was worth it.” you sigh, a hand clutching yoongi’s.

“you were worth it.” and then you close your eyes for the last time, with a last cough and a last breath. you begin to die in yoongi’s arms while the one who’s killing you stares at your limp body, frozen. finally he breaks, falling to his knees next to you, and the last thing you hear is taehyung saying-

“i loved you too.”

and then you were gone.

why must love kill so violently?

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[entomjinx]

That Time I met My In-Law in a Dream

Disclaimer: I don’t even know what this is anymore. I’m so sorry.

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Gray stood in what had to be the largest forest clearing he’d ever seen in his life. The trees only seemed to get farther and farther away as he walked towards them, always far beyond his reach.

“Gray?” He whirled around as his name was called, catching sight of bright pink hair that drastically stood out in the mess of green around them. Even if he hadn’t seen him, Gray would always know that voice. Natsu came barreling towards him, at full speed, jumping onto him to hug him when they met. 

Gray laughed softly as the fell to the ground, his bare back against the soft grass. When did I lose my shirt? Screw it, it doesn’t matter. He pulled Natsu close to him. “Hey. Do you have any idea where we-” he paused as he saw Natsu’s face. 

He looked stuck between crying out of joy or sadness. “Come on,” Natsu mumbled as he shifted. Once he was standing he pulled Gray to his feet and over to the cave Gray had been too preoccupied to notice. “Come on…” Gray let him pull him along without any resistance, “Natsu, can you tell me what’s going on?” Natsu just kept pulling as if he didn’t hear him. He lead Gray around a few confusing corners of the cave, holding onto his hand tightly. Gray sighed softly and gently squeezed Natsu’s hand as he interlocked their fingers. Even if he doesn’t want to talk… I’m here.

As they rounded the final corner, the only thing he could see in front of him was the color crimson. The wall seemed to shift and move, forcing Gray to realize that it wasn’t a wall at all, but rather the scales of a dragon larger than anything he’d ever seen in his life. Within seconds, he was staring into the large reddish orange eyes of the beast, but despite his logical mind telling him to run away, his instincts told him he was safe.

“Hello there,” The dragons lips barely moved as he spoke, and the language was most definitely not Fiori, but for some reason, his brain automatically translated it. “You know of me, but we have never met. I am Igneel.” 

Gray’s eyes widened, and he immediately dropped into a bow.

Igneel snorted. “Oh none of that! I may be a royal, but dragons have very different customs to humans.”

Gray quickly got back to his feet, afraid he’d offended the great dragon, “I’m-”

“Don’t apologize. Natsu brought you here for a reason. If he respects you, then I respect you,” Igneel said honestly.,“However, you’re also dating my son, and that requires a conversation and a half.”

Natsu hugged Gray from behind, and glared at Igneel, but there was no real heat. “You’re not allowed to be mean.” 

“I won’t be, little pyro,” He looked at Natsu softly despite the glare. He knew that Natsu didn’t really mean it.  

Natsu let his grip loosen, “Okay…”

Gray looked back and forth between them, “Why would he be mean?” he whispers to Natsu.

Natsu gently kissed Gray’s cheek, “He said he won’t be. I believe him… For now.” He sticks his tongue out at Igneel as he lets go, then he gives Gray a gentle nudge forward. 

Gray takes a nervous step when prompted, but he doesn’t move again until Igneel speaks what felt like hours later. “Come on. I’m going to bring you with me for a moment.”

“Uh…” Gray turned around to offer a hand to Natsu, but the pinkette had vanished at some point. 

“He’ll be back later. But for now, were’ going to talk, just you and I. Climb on.” Yet again, Gray hesitated, but Igneel wasn’t having it. He wrapped the end of his tail around him and plopped him onto his back, “I suggest you hold on.” 

Gray gripped one of Igneel’s back spines lightly, afraid he’d hurt the great dragon. That changed the moment that the scaly back flexed beneath him and his wings spread out. There was a hole at the top of the mountain that lead into where they were now, and with a sudden spike of panic, Gray realized what was going to happen. As the force of the air pushing against him rose with their ascent, Gray wrapped his arms and legs around the spine, holding on for dear life. 

Igneel’s laughter echoed throughout the hollowed mountain, and within seconds they were high in the air. “Not used to flying, are you?” he asked. Gray only responded with curse words and rapid breaths to keep from screaming.

“Put me down put me down put me down putmedownputmedown-” Gray kept repeating it as if it would put him back on the ground, but he knew it wouldn’t. It took mere seconds before they were above the clouds and the wind was nowhere near as strong. “Oh my gods… I want down…”

Igneel chuckled. “We’ll come back down soon… but for now... “ Igneel’s voice dropped in pitch as the old dragon became serious. “You’re dating my son.”

Gray shivered as he clung on tighter, “I… can we please talk about this on the ground?”

Igneel sighed. “Look up.” 

So Gray did, and he was greeted with an incredible view. The sun’s rays touched the clouds, gently changing their color as they flew above them. The sun’s warmth was ever so slowly fading as the sun began to set, and Gray’s grip loosened. 

“I didn’t bring you up here to threaten you or even scare you. You and my son are happy together, and that’s more than I could ever ask. I brought you us here to show you the same view I showed him every night, because one day, I may be calling you my son too.” Igneel had been watching, smiling as Gray found the same love in the sky as Natsu had. 

Gray turned his attention back to Igneel, shock written all over his face, “You…”

Igneel smiled, his fangs poking out in the same awkward way Natsu’s did, “It was meant as a welcome into the family, not a deterrent.”

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They stayed in the clouds until the sun dipped completely beneath them as they traded stories of Natsu back and forth. 

When Igneel finally dropped below the clouds, they were over the ocean and approaching an island. The last of the sun’s light reflected off the water as they landed, and as Gray’s feet touched the ground, the clouds above him all vanished as if they had never been there. The world around him turned icy cold as the stars appeared and snow seemed to fall from nowhere. “Wha-” 

Arms as cold as the snow wrapped around him from behind, “Hey kid. Been awhile.” Gray whirled around, coming face to face with his late mentor, and Ur smiled at him, “How have you been?” 

Gray didn’t even know he was crying until she wiped the tear away, “You-you’re…”

“Yeah, I’m here. For now at least. I spoke to your boyfriend,” She poked his sides, both to tease and to distract him from the sadness. “He told me about all the things that have happened. He really love you, doesn’t he?” 

Gray pulled her into his arms, desperately trying not to sob. “You’re here- I…”

“Not to break the illusion, or anything,” Igneel mumbled quietly, “But we are only here in spirit. Our bodies and physical forms are still gone.”

Gray only held Ur tighter. “I’ve missed you so much…” 

Ur ran her fingers through his hair, “I missed you too, Gray. Let’s all go talk, okay?” She gently pulled him back over to Igneel. “Sit. Natsu will be back here in a minute.”

Gray squeezes himself between Ur and Igneel, seeking both the comfort of having his mentor back and the warmth Igneel exuded. “You didn’t say anything mean to him, did you, Ur?” He dipped his feet into the ocean water. In was warm in contrast to the cold air, but it had fit with all the other odd things that were happening, so Gray didn’t bother to voice it. 

“Only that if he hurt you I’d come back from the dead and-”

Gray was quick to interrupt, “He would never hurt me. Not like that.”

Ur smiled, “You really love him too, don’t you?” Gray nods, and her smile widens, “Good, because he’s so sweet that if you hurt him I’d beat your ass instead of the other way around.”

Natsu walked towards them, taking his place in front of Gray and partially in the water, “Hey… Did you like flying?” 

“Once I wasn’t terrified I was going to fall,” Gray admitted honestly, but when Natsu bursts into laughter, his embarrassment turns into a smile. “It was nice.”

Natsu crawled the rest of the way into his lap, “I’m glad. I don’t know how you were able to grow up in this cold and enjoy it.”

“Because the cold is my home, just as much as the warmth is yours,” Gray said softly.

Natsu tilted his head confused, “Nah. you’re my home.” 

Ur faked a gag, “I’m going to die of diabetes from all your sweetness… I approve. Be nice to each other.” 

Gray got quiet, “You’re both already leaving aren’t you?”

“We have to, “ Igneel said softly. “We are here in spirit, and the moment you wake up the illusion will end. It’s almost noon in the real world now.”

“Unfortunately time in dreams doesn’t flow the same way as is doesn’t in the real world,” Ur continued, “But I wanted to meet the person you’ve decided to give your heart to, and Igneel offered me the chance he was taking himself.”

Natsu curled into Gray as he listened, “Thank you… You’re every bit as great as Gray said you were.”

Ur nearly choked, “I swear if I could get diabetes after death I’d have it.”

Igneel laughed, “I don’t think that’s possible, but we’d both have it. Take care of my boy, Gray.” 

Gray nodded, and they all decided to sit in a content silence for the last few minutes they’d be there.

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When Gray woke up, he expected to feel cold.

But he didn’t. He woke to Natsu cuddled in his arms and in one of his shirts. “Did you have the same dream…?” His voice was louder than it should have been, but the question solidified everything.

“It was real then…” Gray mumbled, but rather than focusing on the sadder parts of things, he brought up something else. “How did you stand to be up that high all the time?” 

Natsu snorted, “the same way you dealt with the cold all the time. I enjoy it.”

“Come on… we can talk about this when it’s not eight in the morning…”

“No, you come on, it’s already eight!” Natsu tried to tug him out of the bed, but Gray yanked the blanket back over himself.

“Hmmm, no. I’m going to nap, because dealing with parents is exhausting, and that is most definitely not how I pictured meeting my future dad in law.”

Natsu’s shoulder shook with laughter, “Oh my god, I didn’t even think about it that way…  Fine, sleep. I’m gonna get food.”

[haldir-cupcake]

Hi, its Sapphire from AO3! I was wondering if you could write a reader from our world x haldir, where the reader gets injured and haldir saves her?? (like maybe a continuation from fallen leaves since they have an established relationship but idk its ur choice!!) Loll i just want there to be dramatic angst that ends in fluff. Thank you!!!

Fallen Leaves Pt. 2 (Pt 1. on Tumblr) (On AO3)

Warnings: Some battle violence, but not much.-You had wanted to see so much more the longer you’d been in Lothlórien, and while you had grown tolove it dearly there was still a whole entire world for you to see and explore.But Haldir had forbade it, telling you that the world you knew and the one thathe knew was completely different.“There are unimaginable dangers beyond our borders that you have never seen,”he’d told you, his words stern as what had started out as a mild discussion hadquickly turned a little more heated than you were accustomed to.“You think there is no danger where I came from?” you shot back, abruptlystanding to your feet from the seat you’d just taken. “You think I do not knowwhat it is like to be afraid of what’s outside my door?”“The dangers you know are not the same as the dangers we face when travel outin the open here…”“So, it’s true then that I am in fact still a prisoner?”At your words, his eyes shut, mouth forming a tight grim line as he turned hishead away and you did not miss the way his fists clenched at his sides.Then he’d left your room without another word, your own question ringing backin your ears and clouding your mind in a haze of confusion and making youquestion your own judgement. Had he been hurt by your words? Had he beenconfirming what you feared all along even as the both of you had grown closertogether? But perhaps your time together was a mere blink to him, and you werea small plaything, perhaps even a childish amusement no better than a pet…But no, no. They, the elves, were not like that even if they sometimeslooked at you as if you were a source of entertainment to them.But they had never belittled you.And Haldir.He was not like that.But then a delegation from another elven realm came and you sought your moment,inserting yourself in the fray of preparations and even eavesdropping on theconversations the serving maids held and managing to pick up sparse bits oftheir conversation from the broken Sindarin you’d been picking up graduallyover time.And then you’d met with the Lady, ever effulgent and beautiful in every momentyou had the chance to look upon her and of course the Lady Galadriel, despitebeing distant and quite mysterious, knew your heart and your desire to see morethan just the city and its borders.And you’d done it, you’d met the elves from the place called Rivendell andsomething burst in your heart at the very idea of going there and traveling andseeing the world out there, seeing its beauty and yes, even preparing for therisk that you actually were not blind to.But Haldir had not come to see you, had not offered to join the party of yourescort with the delegation when the time came for them to depart eventually,but by that time you were already managing quite well enough to communicatewith the elves around you who treated you with a kind of distant, yet cordial neutralitythat suited you just fine.And so you went, taken by the wind and out of the cloaked forest of Lothlórien’s borders and its wondrous Mellyrnthat had shielded you all that long while since your arrival.Haldir had not bid you farewell, though when you’d glanced back you could havesworn you felt his presence somewhere unseen, watching you go, and the verythought had left a pang in your heart.-

Much time had passed when you’d finally began your journey back and the personyou’d been before and who you were now… well, you weren’t really sure if youcould even recognize yourself if given the chance. You’d seen much, even beencaught in the cross-hairs of danger a few times, and learned so much more thanyou could have ever imagined, all of it filling you up and imprinting memoriesdeep inside you that you knew you could never forget.

But there was someone else you could not forget— had not forgotten.

Haldir.

His face, his words… his touch, despite it never going past kisses and closeembraces. It all had lingered within you and all the moments you’d shared cameto you night after night even when you’d done so much those days that you had expectedyou’d have dropped from exhaustion.

But he was always there, his presence in your thoughts holding you captive andkeeping you awake.

Had you abandoned his thoughts, though? Had you offended him so very much thathe would scorn you once he saw your return, or worse… forgotten you?

For weeks your mind had circled back and forth with these thoughts, loopingaround all the scenarios that could come to pass between you and all theburning questions that tortured you.

It had begun to feel all so foolish, but yet when it came to it, when you askedyourself if you were sorry for wanting to go, you realized that you did notregret it, only regretting that Haldir had not given you his blessing, and thenthat pain had grown into a sort of righteous anger that surprised you becauseyour independence had always been something important to you.

The returning path your party had taken, even as your incessant thoughtscontinued to plague you, was different from the one you’d taken before as therehad been some reports of orc activity sighted. Though you’d only caught theglimpse of one before in a failed attack by a small group that had been quicklyeradicated, you knew the danger they posed and found yourself on high alert asyou clumsily gripped your steed’s reins. Perhaps it did not help that you werea newly trained rider, too, but to be fair you had caught on quite well andrather quickly at that.

And then a shrill, piercing cry shot through the night, breaking through anypeace and you felt your body stiffen in your seat, glancing wildly all aroundfor the source of the horrible noise as a series of shouts erupted from theelves in your party who flanked you and the others who were not so accustomed tobattle. Fear gripped your chest, and everything happened so quickly that youdid not realize what was happening, that the attack was coming from all sidesand was attempting to break the formation your party had set. Your horse rearedand the reins slipped from your hands as you fell back– the beautiful starlitsky above being the last thing you saw before you were dropped into a vastocean of pitch darkness.

-

Rough hands with sharp, cutting nails gripped your ankles, pulling your bruisedbody over bumpy terrain as your eyes blearily opened and you were sure that theentire side of your face and neck was wet with something, yet when you tried tolift a hand to touch it, you found that they were bound together just as you werejerkily hoisted up atop something’s, or rather someone’s misshapen and hunchedshoulder belonging to a sturdy figure with an unfortunate strong hold.

You groaned, nausea swirling in your gut as tears of pain pricked your eyes andyou feared the very worst of what was to come.

It was too easy for you to slip back into unconsciousness, the horror of yournew reality being almost too much to take especially when you hurt so much andyou wanted nothing more than to feel and think nothing.

When you came to again the dark blue sky had faded and dawn slowly crept in.You were cold and damp, not to mention tied to a tree and when you glancedaround you almost let out a cry at the sight of another elf in the samepredicament as you, though he still appeared to be out.

Perhaps he was lucky, and you knew it to be so when a snarling face appearedinches in front of your face with mealy grey skin and sharp beastly eyes thatheld nothing but coldness and calculating cruelty as its horrid tongue dartedout over split lips, watching you with a dangerous kind of hunger that made yourecoil and knock your head back into the tree’s bark. The action resulting in yougiving a hard wince of pain.

They really were the ugliest things you had ever seen… and the stench.It was almost bad enough to make you want to heave if you hadn’t been sopreoccupied by the pain assailing your head and body.

Your vision began to blacken at the edges, and you shut your eyes, turning yourface away and breathing harshly. The foul creature growled and you thought itmeant to leave you as you heard a rustle of steps through the fallen leavesuntil your bindings were being pulled and sliced, but it was a temporary reliefuntil you realized that the new party you’d joined against your will was movingand attempting to do so quickly.

Something in you snapped right then and you began bucking wildly against yourrestraints, thrashing your limbs wildly and managing to launch yourself a fewpaces further away from where you’d started until the top of your head wasyanked back sharply by your hair, making you cry out. You jerked in elbow out,kicking up your feet as fiercely as you could muster until your couragewithered at the sight of the orc once again who had brandished a crude blade.In your stupor you didn’t think to move away, merely raising your arms up protectivelyonly for it slice into the flesh of your forearm.

A pained shout flew from your lips and you felt warm blood begin dripping into thefront of your clothing as you tried desperately to push away, your booted feetslipping pathetically in the mud. Something whizzed overhead and you blinked,glancing up to the orc who had been looming over you with its weapon stained redwith your blood but now with an arrow protruding from its loathsome face beforefalling back like a sack of potatoes.

Though your bindings had been cut from the tree, your wrists were still tiedtogether with biting rope. You knew you should rise from the ground and flee,but you suddenly felt heavier and your vision blurred in and out.

Now wasnot the time to be weak. The gash across your forearm burned and youworried that the cut had gone too deep. Lamely your other hand tried to gripthe area, but your fingers slipped in the oozing blood and you hissed.

Something must have been happening around you, a realization which came alittle too slowly to your liking and your heart leapt in your throat when yousaw tall, lithe figures with bows raised; their long silken hair whippingbehind them as they moved rapidly and felled the remainder of what must havebeen a small orc party that had been too slow to leave with their hostages.

Relief washed over you and you slackened, now only holding onto the hope thatyou wouldn’t be trampled while lying in the middle of the fray, and that ofcourse that you wouldn’t bleed out before it all settled down and you couldhopefully be rescued.

Your eyes closed, unable to help it. You were just so, so tired.

Then you heard a huff and the sensation of someone dropping down beside you,firm yet gentle hands working over you— the sound of fabric being ripped, ahand caressing your cheek, and then the pressure of your wound being wrappedtightly as you were lifted up.

Should you dare to try and open your eyes?

Perhaps later…

You began fading away gently as soft words were spoken to you in an oddlyfamiliar voice that was so very comforting , taking hold of your wracked nervesand finally putting them at ease just as all awareness departed.

-

You had been so peaceful when the feeling of something sharp digging into yourskin awakened you and you jerked, eyes shooting open as someone was holdingonto you for dear life and another; a hazy figure in your periphery, was stitchingthe wound in your side. Logically you knew this was a good thing, yet panictook hold and found yourself trying to move away if it weren’t for the strongarms holding you… and you were in someone’s lap?

“Be at ease,” a voice whispered in your ear that was both firm and calm.

“Haldir,” his name fell from your lips before your mind even registered that itwas him that was there with you. Somehow, between the pain and relief, shameheated your face and you felt guilt overtake you.

“You’re safe, meleth nîn,” hesoothed.

“You must think I’m a big idiot,” you said with a hoarse laugh only to cut itoff with a grimace and hiss of pain as the needle went in again. Somehow youfelt his smile more than saw it.

“The only thing I think is that I’ve never been more grateful in all my yearstaking breath than I am now in this moment.”

“Are you angry with me?”

“No,” he told you and you felt him press a soft kiss on your brow that almostmade all of the pain subside. “But I think you should be angry with me. I failedyou.”

Confusion knitted your brow and you didn’t understand why he would say such athing.

“I should never have let you leave without me at your side. In my anger…” hebegan, breaking with an uncharacteristic sigh before speaking once more, “In myanger I let you go, thinking you wished for independence away from me. I was sovery foolish, and it made me ill as I rightly deserved the longer you were awayand after I let you leave on such poor terms. I will not hide you from theworld, but I will never abandon you again and that is an oath I will take. Itis my word, my promise to you.”

Your wound was now being wrapped again and was placed gently at your side, yetyou were left speechless, still feeling the heat of guilt and embarrassment onyour cheeks as you tried to process his words.

What on earth was he talking about? An oath? To you?

You were still too hazy to get through the seriousness of such a conversationand you shushed him quietly, reaching your good hand up to stroke his face asyou finally managed to get a good look at him and into his intense gaze whileyou were held in his arms.

“I had a good time if that helps any,” you told him with a smile. He smiledback, shaking his head at your words.

He’d never let you go now.

[xsilver-wings]

goodbye, push, or gone, for xia from alexandros! man i'm really tooting the angsty train aren't i whoops

One Word Prompts — accepting

alskdjalksdjalshd oh my goood. this is. perfection. i love me some angst! so, here’s all the angst! also inserting a read more because like i wrote a lot hahahaha

Goodbye 

my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye.

✦   Aloisa hadn’t wanted the visit to end, but as her mother always said, all good things must. That hadn’t stopped her from pouting the entire morning, however. Even through breakfast, which she could barely even eat. Mostly, she had just pushed her food around. Alexandros hadn’t been much different. 

      Part of Lex had wanted to complain about the abrupt end. They had been meant to stay for another week! But the look he saw in his mother’s eyes made him keep his mouth shut. Some things, it would seem, were unavoidable. 

      As the royals from both reigns exchanged their pleasantries and goodbyes, Alexandros and Aloisa were left facing one another. Isa’s lower lip was still jutted out — small, pink, and plump. Her mother had gently told her after breakfast that she needed to not pout, but she couldn’t help it. One of her best friends was leaving and she wasn’t sure when they’d see each other again. She was sad. 

      “Maybe next time, you’ll come and visit me?” Lex said, his inflection rising at the end of the sentence to pose as a hopeful question. Aloisa’s big green eyes looked up at him. Her pout receded only to reveal a small, somewhat sad smile. She nodded at him. 

      “I would like that very much. I hope it happens,” she told him. She wasn’t sure when that could possibly happen, but she would probably pester her parents until it happened. 

      Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted her mother taking Olympias’ hands into her own. The formalities dropped only slightly as the two exchanged a more personal goodbye. Watching it only made it feel more real that they were leaving. 

      Before she could turn back to Lex, Aloisa found herself being engulfed in a tight hug. Lex’s arms were skinny — something she had teased him about along with his height — but he was strong. For a moment, Isa wrapped her arms back around him. She bit back any tears that threatened to fall. 

      When Lex let go, Isa found herself feeling cold. She already missed him. “I guess this is goodbye,” he said to her. Finding courage she hadn’t realized had been hidden deep inside of her, Isa rushed forward to give Alexandros a peck on the cheek. 

      “No,” she said to him, her small smile returning as she shook her head. “Let’s not say goodbye. Instead, until next time.” Neither child realized that until next time wouldn’t be for many, many years. Not until they would have faced the many hardships that life had to throw at them. Even then, they wouldn’t say goodbye. Instead: Until Next Time. 

Push 

my muse pushing your muse out of the way of danger.

✦   Traveling the roads of Skyrim often had their dangers but for Alexandros and Xia most of those dangers were mundane. They could handle nearly everything. Together, they were almost unstoppable. 

      Alexandros hummed lightly as the two walked down the road. They were camped about half a mile back and were doing some scouting. With the sun setting, it was important to do this now so as not to be taken by surprise if there were any other campers — namely bandits — around. 

      “What are you humming?” Xia questioned, eyes narrowing as she looked at her companion. He turned to her, the biggest grin he could possibly have on his face. 

      “Our hero, our hero claims a warrior’s heart!” 

      “No, stop that!” Xia exclaimed, gently pushing him away from her. That didn’t stop him, however, as he continued. 

      “I tell you, I tell you the Dragonborn comes!” He knew she hated those songs, which amused him. He only ever sang them to get a reaction out of her, which she so gladly provided. And yet, as annoyed as she was, she was laughing. 

      “You are so annoying, you know that right?” Xia questioned him, rolling her eyes and shaking her head as she did so. Lex just continued to grin. 

      “That’s why you love me so much,” he told her with a laugh. 

      “Yeah, whatever you say,” Xia muttered, smiling. 

      The cool night air was settling in now, but both were adequately dressed that they could really only feel it on their faces. Xia found it refreshing. She found herself looking up towards the sky, watching as the stars became visible. She loved this time of day. 

      “Watch out!” Xia was taken by surprise as she was suddenly pushed away. She stumbled, losing her footing, and fell to the ground. She wasted no time in turning around to see Lex with his sword against a bandit’s. What was more distressing, however, was the arrow sticking out of his right shoulder. 

      Xia was on her feet in seconds. She scanned the area for the source of the arrow. Not too far down the road was another bandit, bow in hand. They were already notching another arrow, aiming now towards Lex. She wasn’t about to let that happen again. 

      “Yol Toor Shul,” she shouted. Flames billowed from her mouth towards the bandit. He screamed as he was engulfed in the flames. She paid him no more mind before turning back to Lex and the bandit he was fighting. 

      Alexandros was a skilled warrior, there was no doubt about it, but he was currently injured. She could see his face wince every time that his blade collided with the bandit’s blade. She knew he could handle his own, even injured, but she wasn’t going to wait around and do nothing. 

      Xia quickly pulled out her blades and lunged towards the bandit. He stood absolutely no chance fighting off two skilled warriors. In a matter of seconds, the man was on the ground, dead. 

      “You idiot!” Xia exclaimed, “What were you thinking?” She turned to face Lex, who was kneeling on one knee on the ground, his left hand grasped around the arrow. He looked up at her, an infuriating smile on his face. 

      “You weren’t paying attention,” he teased her and then shrugged with his good shoulder. Xia was kneeling down next to him, examining the arrow in his shoulder. She frowned at his response. He was teasing her, but she still knew it was true. She hadn’t been paying attention. And Lex got shot because of it. That arrow had been meant for her. 

      “This is going to hurt,” she told him as she grabbed the arrow. 

      “It already hurts,” Lex laughed. She glared at him. She knew he was trying to lighten the mood, but it didn’t make her feel any better. 

      “On the count of three,” she told him. She started counting, but when she got to two, she pulled it out. It hadn’t been in deep enough and pulling it out in one fell swoop was the best way to go about it. Lex let out a small yelp, but Xia remained focused on examining the injury. She didn’t have any healing abilities magic wise, but she always had some potions on her just in case. 

      Grabbing a bottle out of her satchel, she uncorked it and forced it into Lex’s hand. “Drink,” she ordered him. He did so, his face screwing up at the taste of it. While he did that, she wrapped his shoulder with a piece of cotton that she had torn off from her undershirt. Once everything was calmed and settled, the two sat there on the road, just catching their breath. 

      “You should have just let me get shot,” Xia told him. 

      “And what kind of friend would I be if I did that?” 

      “The kind that teaches their friends a lesson in paying attention?” Xia questioned, one of her eyebrows raised. Lex let out a bark of laughter. 

      “I think you’re learning that lesson just fine right now,” he told her then with a sincere smile. He then looked further down the road to the smoldering corpse. “Hmn. Would you look at that? With a Voice wielding power of the ancient Nord art.”

      “By the Eight!” Xia cried out, falling backward to lay in the road. She covered her face with her hands, trying to tune her best friend out. 

      “Believe, believe the Dragonborn comes!” He sang even louder. 

Gone

my muse stays by your muses side while they take their last breath.

✦   The desert was hot during the day, but freezing at night. Xia was having a hard time adjusting to the changes, but she sucked it up and dealt with it because of the letter she had received. Alexandros had been on his own and people were worried about him. 

      By the time that Xia managed to find him, he had already started to have his fever. He was delirious when she arrived, not even being able to recognize her when he saw her. She tried to treat him as best she could with what she had, but nothing seemed to work. She was getting more and more frustrating. She had tried to leave to get more ingredients, but she had feared leaving him alone. 

      Days had gone by and Xia was dabbing at his forehead with a damp cloth. He was sweating profusely, his body trying to fight off whatever infection that he had. Despite the sweating, he shivered. Xia pulled another blanket on top of him, trying to keep him comfortable. She tried to give him some water to drink, but he refused. His breathing was shallow and Xia was beginning to worry more than she had been before. 

      “Isa,” his voice was hoarse when he spoke. She looked at him, his different colored eyes open and glossy, but staring back at her. She gave him a small smile. 

      “Hey there, Lex,” she replied softly. It was the first time he had recognized her since she had come. And yes, he may have been using her old nickname, but it was the one he had always used for her. It was the one he knew so well. 

      “I missed you,” he told her. She let out a soft laugh and nodded. 

      “I missed you too. You’re out here being all crazy and mystic and haven’t bothered to write to me. You’re gonna have to make that up to me, you know,” Xia told him with a smile still on her face. He smiled as she brushed some of his blonde hair out of his face, it had stuck to his wet forehead. 

      “I’ll buy you a new horse,” he told her, “a silver one to match your hair.” He reached up slowly to brush at her hair in return. 

      “A new horse? I don’t think Shadowmere would like that very much,” Xia told him, laughing once more. 

      “Shadowmere? That demon still alive?” He laughed in return, but it soon turned into a cough. Xia once more brought water to his lips and this time he allowed himself to drink it. When he saw the crease between her eyebrows, furrowed and worried, he mentioned it. “You’re worried.” 

      “You’ve been sick for days, Lex. Nothing I’ve done is helping. I am very worried.” Xia sighed, placing the water down beside his bedroll. Lex nodded, closing his eyes once more. The longer he kept quiet and kept his eyes closed, the more Xia worried. She chewed on the inside of her cheek, studying his face. After about fifteen minutes, she tried to get his attention. 

      “Lex?” His mouth moved when she said his name. It took him a minute, but his eyes opened. 

      “Isa? I’ve missed you.” At his response, Xia couldn’t help but feel tears well up in her eyes. Still, she smiled in return. 

      “I’ve missed you too, dummy,” she told him. He smiled and nodded. 

      “Hey, Isa?” He questioned, reaching out to grab her hand. 

      “Yes, Lex?” She gave his hand a little squeeze. It felt so weak in her hands. 

      “This isn’t goodbye.” 

      “W-what do you mean?” She questioned him. It was such a strange thing to say, going on par with his mystic routine, but it worried her. 

      “This isn’t goodbye,” he reiterated. “I’m slipping… I can almost see Aetherius.” 

      “No. No, Lex. It’s not time. You’re still so young. You’ve got so much left to do,” she argued, but he was shaking his head at her. Her grip tightened still on his hand. She didn’t want him to go. He was one of her oldest friends. One of her best friends. He couldn’t leave her. 

      “It’s time,” he told her softly. He gave her a small smile, as reassuring as he could make it. His breath was getting more and more labored by the second. “I’ll see you again. Until next time.” 

      Lex said no more. He continued breathing for a couple of minutes, labored breathing still, and then there was nothing. Xia looked down at him, his face had relaxed, his eyes closed. His hand no longer held hers back. Xia found herself crying, sobbing. She reached out to put her hand against his cheek. 

      “Lex? Lex. Please. Please wake up.” But there was no response from him. It took a long time for her to calm herself enough to press a kiss to Lex’s forehead. 

      “Until next time.”

[superparadise-ghost]

this post is so self indulgent but really I’m only gonna be on this bitch of an earth for a short period of time so that’s perfectly fine with me. anyway probably don’t bother reading under the cut unless ur interested in my OCs Rhys and Adrien, or angst

They told me drink till she's pretty enough. His tongue feels numb. Rhys isn’t used to the sensation. He isn’t sure he likes it so much, either. But the cup in his hand, filled for the fourth time tonight, is not empty yet. And Rhys won’t waste the plum-purple liquid swirling inside of it, because at least his head feels full. Drink until she's the wine on your tongue. Adrien is across the room, and Rhys can’t stop watching him. He’s laughing a little louder than usual, eyes half-lidded. He swirls his own liquid around in a crystalline bottle, glittering under the dim lights. His skin shines with sweat, because that’s what happens at parties. You get hot and sweaty. Bothered. Nostalgic. Another mouthful of the purple liquid runs down Rhys’s throat. Kiss to forget, sleep when you're dead. The cup feels too light and loose in Rhys’s hand, too much like nothing in his fingers. He drops it, the tips of his nails tingling to match his tongue. He doesn’t want any more of that liquid, not now that his head is throbbing with that feeling, and he can’t bear the thought of anymore. He stands up and leaves Miranda on her own, curled up and asleep on the couch. Adrien must see him out of the corner of his eye, because he turns around and waves loosely. His eyes are deep, rich and full of something shiny. “What’s up, Winters?” Rhys thinks he says. He can’t quite tell. He doesn’t know much right now, so he doesn’t answer. His gaze sweeps left and right to see who’s with Adrien— Bella stands off to his side, busy chatting with Drew, and some boy from the Hermes cabin is leaning much too close to Adrien for Rhys to feel comfortable. Without knowing quite what he’s doing, Rhys grabs Adrien by the back of his neck and presses his lips to Adrien’s. All too quickly, there’s a hand on Rhys’s chest and muggy air on his face. Adrien grips his arm and steadies. “I think you need to go outside. Fresh air,” he says. Rhys lets him drag him out of the door, throat burning and eyes feeling similarly painful. Love while you're young and it matters The air outside, under the satin sky and pricks of silver light, is cool and still. Rhys almost falls when they first make it out, and groans. “Can’t we go back in?” He says, but he thinks his words are slurred a little. He wants to be back with the people. He doesn’t want to be left behind. “You need some fresh air,” Adrien repeats. Rhys closes his eyes so his head won’t throb as much, and leans heavily on Adrien as he’s guided gently to... somewhere. They sit down firmly on a level piece of wood, and later, Rhys will realise it’s a pier. He opens his eyes. The night is dark enough to be comforting, just a little. “It’s cold,” Rhys whispers, teeth chattering. He’s never been brave against New York’s temperatures— not when he was raised in one of the world’s hottest countries. Adrien wraps an arm around Rhys’s shoulders and pulls him towards him. Rhys presses further into him. He’s warm. “I—“ “Don’t talk yet.” Rhys wants to stay quiet. He doesn’t want to talk about what he just did. In front of everybody. He feels sick. They told me breathe her like second-hand smoke Adrien smells like artificial grapes. It’s almost as intoxicating as the liquid in Rhys’s system, pulls him under and makes him bold. Makes him think he should do that again. It would be nice. But Rhys doesn’t. His head is too heavy to lift. And Adrien didn’t like it. Clearly. “You can talk now,” Rhys croaks. His chest feels tight and strung. Adrien sighs. “Why’d you do that, Rhys?” His hand cards through Rhys’s hair like this is what casual friends do. Like this is something friends who made a huge mistake in falling in love last time do. “I wanted to.” Rhys replies. “Had to. Really wanted to.” Adrien is quiet. Rhys grits his teeth, and pushes Adrien away, full of irritation and loneliness. “You act like you weren’t expecting it!” He snaps. “Like all... like we never happened! Like you never, you know, fucked me over?” “Rhys—“ “Save it. Just shut up. Okay? I’m going home.” Rhys marches off, stumbling a little, and barely makes it to the Hecate cabin before he starts to cry. Let her stain your hands and seep in your clothes The next morning, Rhys doesn’t want to get up. Lou Ellen’s dull voice urges him to get ready for breakfast, but Rhys knows Adrien will be in the dining Pavillon. He doesn’t want to see Adrien right now. “I’ll get up later,” Rhys promises. Lou Ellen grumbles something incoherently, and slams the cabin door behind her. Rhys groans pitifully into his pillow. It hurts. Actually, it fucking burns. His heart can’t take it. The feel of Adrien’s cheeks won’t leave Rhys’s hands and his lips still buzz. There’s no getting rid of this boy— no matter how hard Rhys tries. Dance to remind yourself that you're dying It’s midday when Rhys feels like he should probably do something with the day. He swallows his regrets and slides out of bet. Gets changed, half-heartedly runs a comb through his hair, wipes the sleep from his eyes and takes a deep breath. His half-built confidence crumbles like building blocks kicked by an angry child when he opens the door to find Adrien, fist raised as if to knock. “I really need to talk to you.” Rhys is sick of dancing around his problems. He scowls, steps back, folds his arms. Hopes he looks fine, unhurt, unharmed. Hopes his lie is good enough. And honey that I'm no different “I’m sorry,” Rhys mutters quietly. Adrien steps inside the cabin, shuts the door quietly behind him, and shoves his hands into his pockets. “Don’t be.” He bites his lip. “I liked it.” “You— what?” Adrien looks up again and smiles, the same way he smiles to make Rhys feel like he’s a star. “I liked it.” Rhys goes to move forward, to grab Adrien’s chin and kiss him again, but Adrien slips out of the door and saunters away before he gets the chance. Cause we're always waiting to kiss til the sun's down. By the time Rhys gathers his courage once again and manages to find Adrien, the sun has started to set. Adrien is sitting on the pier again, swinging his legs, dragging his toes slowly through the water. Rhys lands heavily next to him. “You ran again.” He cracks his knuckles one by one. “I thought you promised not to do that again.” “I promised not to break your heart.” Adrien turns to him, his lips turned up in his signature smirk. He grabs Rhys’s hand and squeezes it. “Stop cracking your knuckles.” “It’s a coping mechanism.” “It’s bad for you.” “Nah.” Adrien huffs soft laughter through his nose. Rhys feels proud that he could make him even giggle a little. “We should go to dinner,” Rhys suggests, with no heart to it. Adrien runs his thumb over Rhys’s knuckles and hums. “Nah,” he mocks. Rhys elbows him and snorts. “Lame-ass,” he whispers affectionately. Adrien bites his lip again. Rhys can’t help it. He draws Adrien closer with a hand on his cheek, and kisses him as hard as he can. Adrien kisses back. He tastes like ice, nostalgia and grape bubblegum. Rhys melts. Never looking into each other's eyes. It goes like this for weeks. Rhys is happy, for the first time in so long. They tell nobody, afraid of the comments of ‘don’t you remember what happened last time?’. At dinner, Rhys can only muster the confidence to link his pinky with Adrien’s while the boy tells a story with his other hand, exclaiming loudly with bold yells. He smiles through it all. He loves it. It feels new and exciting, just as it did last time. Rhys is atop the waves, floating and letting the water rush under his body but never dipping below the surface. He loves Adrien. But when he says it, his eyes always look somewhere else. He’s afraid of what he’ll see if he meets Adrien’s gaze. If you are the Hollow, then I'll be an echoing sound. Nightmares come often for Rhys. He wakes in cold sweat every other night, gagging or choking, and Lou Ellen always tells him to ‘go to the infirmary’. He never goes to the infirmary. He always goes to the Aphrodite cabin, and taps on the window gently. Adrien is never the one to lift the glass open (he’s too busy sleeping), but the second Drew sees Rhys, she shoves her brother awake, because Drew is not blind to what is going on. They run from the harpies and find themselves in the same place every night— the old treehouse with the broken ladder and strong hammock. Rhys’s face is stained with tears and his breathing is still laboured when Adrien pulls him into the hammock and they just lay there, one terrifyingly warm body on top of a biting cold one. Lay there until Rhys’s eyes can no longer stay open and his heart has stopped hammering in his chest, lay there until the images of Daniel and his father swimming in their own blood are gone. Burned out. If you're darkness I'm drawn to the night. Rhys wakes every morning back in his cabin, blankets folded at the corners and tears wiped from his cheeks. Are we nothing but swings in a park? His feet are bare and probably dirty when they brush on the grass. Back and forth, back and forth, until Adrien forgets that he’s sitting on an old, plastic swing and forgets about the whispering rumours at camp that plague his head and riddle his heart. He doesn’t hear Rhys at first. He keeps his eyes shut tightly and keeps pushing himself back and forth, back and forth. It isn’t until he slows down for breath and feels a hand on his thigh does he realise he isn’t alone. “You okay?” Rhys whispers, blue eyes flooded with concern. Adrien digs his foot into the dirt to bring himself to a complete stop. “Sorry,” he whispers back. He grins, and pretends he wasn’t doing all he could to forget where he was. Who he was. Rhys doesn’t know about what those campers say. Doesn’t know what they hiss behind their hands. Adrien doesn’t want him to. He’s been through enough already. Just kids hooking up in the dark. “Just... tell me you’re okay.” Adrien leans on the chain of the swing and scoffs. “Of course I’m okay,” he says, softer than he thinks. Rhys looks unconvinced, but Adrien knows he won’t press further. Rhys isn’t that kind of guy. Rhys is everything to him. “How’d you get so far from camp at this time of night?” Rhys asks, threading their fingers together. “I get what I want. It’s my thing.” Rhys grins softly. Adrien’s stomach clenches with the feeling of love, love, love and he smiles back. “Right.” Rhys grabs the chain on the other side of Adrien and brings them together, bringing his lips up to Adrien’s to close the distance between them. He tastes sweet, like vanilla bean, and honey, and loneliness. Adrien’s hand moves to Rhys’s knee, which makes it hard to stay on his little plastic island. It’s awkwardly positioned and kind of rough and Adrien can’t see a thing, but it’s everything. It’s the whole world to him. It’s Rhys. Rhys Winters. It’s warm. Adrien melts. Hiding from war, we claim to fight for. Word around camp is that another war is brewing. Bella gets reckless and tired all at the same time with every day that passes, bags appearing under her eyes and cheeks sinking. The sun gets weaker, too. It’s the middle of Summer, but everybody’s wearing coats and boots. Adrien is scared. He doesn’t know what Apollo thinks he’s doing, but he better cut it out, and he better turn back into a god before Adrien loses his best friend. “It fucking scares me.” Adrien tells Rhys one day, staring down at Bella with fear in his eyes as she sleeps with tears in her lashes. It’s the middle of the day. “I know,” Rhys replies. His hands are warm, at least. But the sun is getting so small. And Bella is getting so close to death. A week later, Will crumples to the floor during lunch. Nico grabs Adrien by the wrist to tell him ‘their lives are getting so hard to see’. Will does not wake up for days. One another.

Through it all, Adrien trains harder and harder. He shoots arrows until his fingers are bleeding profusely and his arms ache. Spars with Rhys until he can’t feel his legs.

One afternoon, when Bella is watching over Will with glazed eyes, Adrien grabs Rhys face and kisses him while he cries. “It’s okay.” Rhys speaks like he’s making a promise. But his heart beats too fast beneath Adrien’s head. “They’ll be fine.” The next morning, the camp wakes to an emergency siren. War is here. You're like fireflies trapped in a jar. War ends. They barely lose anyone, but still— Adrien watches them bury a little boy named Jack, parentage undetermined, and a teenage girl named Wendy, from the Demeter cabin. But he doesn’t think too much about it, because Bella’s skin is glowing and her eyes sparkle and her cheeks are full again. Nico doesn’t watch her cautiously anymore. “I can’t be killed,” she always says. Adrien laughs. “Sure.” Summer returns and things go back to normal. Until they don’t. You're a prison without any bars. Camp runs smoothly around Adrien, but he feels like his own life won’t stop hitting bumps. At first, it’s small things he can fix— learning how to separate Lacy and Mitchell when they start to scream at each other, finding pills for the migraines that are getting more frequent. At first, it’s easy to deal with. But things get harder. Adrien’s father is diagnosed with MND, and Adrien can’t get back to him until the Summer ends. The rumours get louder, worse. People stop staring at Adrien like he’s all they want, like he’s a glowing form of life they can’t touch. They start staring at him like he’s a fruit with bruises that nobody will pick up, like he’s dirt on newly cleaned carpet. It’s a look of disgust. Adrien goes to Rhys every time, but even then he feels like something’s wrong. You make me alone, you're soft like a stone. It’s a blistering hot day when Rhys leaves camp to see an old friend from Australia, who’s visiting New York. Adrien doesn’t mind, obviously— Rhys can do what he pleases. He belongs to nobody. But when Adrien searches for Bella, he finds her busy in the infirmary. And Malcolm is stuck babysitting his younger siblings. And Miranda is on stable duty. It’s a new feeling to Adrien. Loneliness. He tastes it almost every day on Rhys, but having it in his own head is scary. Rhys always says Adrien feels cold. Refreshingly so. Like a breeze in autumn. But now Adrien can feel his own icy feelings, radiating to everybody around him. They’re tendrils. They’re wrapping up his lungs. Cold. When Rhys gets home, Adrien holds him close. As close as he can. He needs the warmth, because Rhys is the warmest thing he knows. He still feels it. Cold. Hitting the water. Nighttime. Adrien picks up a small photo sitting on Rhys’s bedside table, but drops it almost immediately. It’s hot. Not enough to burn his fingers, but it’s still a warmth that shocks him. “You all good over there, babe?” Rhys asks from the other side of the cabin. He’s tugging his hoodie back on, but slowly. Adrien can see he’s tired. But he’s curious. “The picture,” he mumbles. “It was hot. Really hot.” “The picture of me, Daniel and Dad?” Rhys’s voice is crackly. “Yeah. It should have been. When I first got here I wouldn’t stop staring at the picture and holding it so hard I crumpled it, so when I was claimed by Hecate and discovered all that magic and shit... I put it to good use. Anyone that touches it, me included, gets shocked with heat. Or something.” “Why?” “A reminder. If you cling onto your past, you get burned.” Adrien can’t stop thinking about that statement for the rest of the night. Ironically. Cause we're always waiting to kiss till the sun's down. Rhys’s philosophy plagues Adrien’s head. He’s a master at clinging to the past— clinging to the good memories he has of Silena. One on his birthday, when she’s laughing and helping him blow out his candles. One when she’s brushing his hair out of his eyes and promising that one day he’ll fall in love. One where she kisses him on the forehead and swears on the River Styx that Kronos will leave them alone soon enough. He clings onto that memory of when he and Rhys kisses the very first time, in their little canoe at fourteen years old. He hates doing it, but he clings, because there was a brief moment of raw victory (‘if only somebody loved you’) and he can’t shake the guilt of it. Adrien clings. And clings. And almost spirals out of control. But it’s Friday night, and there’s a party. He and Rhys sit on the pier again, and Rhys’s lips feel so warm and he still tastes like loneliness, but it’s just the aftertaste of the feeling. And Adrien learns to let go. He forgets Silena, forgets his mistakes. He kisses Rhys. And he grounds himself. Never looking into each other's eyes. “Polar opposites.” Adrien looks down at Rhys, head on his shoulder, with confusion. Rhys stares up at him, with sincerity. “What?” “Your eyes,” Rhys whispers, tracing Adrien’s eyelids gently. “They’re brown and they’re warm like hot chocolate. But you’re cold. Like Autumn. I love it.” Adrien doesn’t really get it. Doesn’t really get it, until he stares into Rhys’s eyes when the boy’s looking away, and then... then he gets it. His eyes are blue, the colour thick ice and snowflakes. They’re freezing, icy. But everything about Rhys is so warm. If you are the Hollow, then I'll be an echoing sound. There’s a moment Adrien will never, ever forget. When he and Rhys are fifteen years old and they’ve survived two wars, and he’s dancing with Miranda. He’s not good at it— he just wiggles and bobs and it doesn’t make sense. But he’s grinning so widely, and his eyes are so bright with glee and peace. And now, when they’re seventeen, Adrien is the one dancing with Rhys. He’s the one trying to show him how it goes, but Rhys can’t get it. Doesn’t matter, though. Rhys is laughing and he won’t let go of Adrien’s wrists and he’s kissing him every chance he gets. “I love you,” he breathes, and at first, he looks like he might start crying. Adrien hates the tears pooling in his eyes. So he echoes him. And he means it. “I love you too.” Rhys does cry. But they’re tears of relief and it’s all staining Adrien’s shirt. If you're darkness I'm drawn to the night.

Every night, they say it more. Three words and Adrien’s lost in him. But every night, Rhys gets less sure of himself. Adrien feels the warmth receding. And the cold tendrils reach out. I am still just as empty tonight. Rhys hurls a rock into the lake and hates the stinging feeling in his eyes. Miranda stands next to him. “Don’t be an echo,” she says quietly. “Don’t do what he did. You know what’s happening and you need to stop it.” Rhys tells her she’s right. But she isn’t. I was fucking you so you would not ask  me why. Adrien has a panic attack at seven pm, sitting in his bunk, and Rhys isn’t the one to coax him out of it. Because Rhys is the fucking problem. “It’s okay,” Elysna promises, smoothing his hair, giving him a cup of water. Because she’s a good sister. Adrien tells her she’s right. But she isn’t. I'm so sad, if I still love you back. “Just do what’s right, man.” Malcolm is always right. But Rhys never listens. He doesn’t know how. Darling I'm sorry.

Adrien wants to gather Rhys’s warmth in a jar so he doesn’t lose it. But by the time the thought occurs, there’s no warmth left. And Adrien is freezing. That we always waited to kiss until sundown. “I can’t keep doing this.” Rhys is really good at running away, away from his problems and away from monsters that kill his family instead. Love gets people killed. He realises that now. He can’t let Adrien go like that. So let’s him go in a different way. And it’s almost as painful. I could never look straight in your eyes. Adrien can’t look up. He’s busy counting the loops in his sneakers because if he meets Rhys’s eyes he’ll have a breakdown. Rhys’s voice is echoing in his skull. He almost doesn’t believe him. But what choice does he have? You are the Hollow, but now I write echoless songs. When Rhys walks away, there are no footsteps that follow. There is only one broken sob that makes his stomach clench, because he’s never heard that sound come from Adrien before. He’s so hot. Suffocating in heat. Sweating and retching on the feeling. His forehead burns and his heart does, too. Rhys is good at running away from things. And Adrien is good at pushing them away. So they were never meant to be. Rhys repeats it like a mantra so he won’t turn back around. You're the darkness where I lost the light.

[foryourimaginationonly]

Big Bad Wolf

Request:  Ur emmetts vampire mate and he sees a guy/girl flirt with you so he gets possessive and you start to tease him until he gets so mad he walks off and when he come back he teaches the reader who she belongs to

Requested by: ANON

Context: Emmett gets jealous when he sees you flirting with a cute boy at school and has to show his little lamb who she belongs too.

Warnings: SMUT!!! :D

Emmett wasn't one to get jealous very easy, especially when it came to you. You were already so infatuated with him that he didn't feel the need to worry about anyone taking you from him. But that didn't mean he wasn't just as infatuated with you as you were with him. He loved you; your quirky little dance whenever you got food, the way you would sing out words to him mid-sentence, the way you snorted when you laughed way too hard, or how you always seem to miss a step on the stairs when you go up them. It was the little things that he noticed about you every day that had him falling deeper and deeper for you.  

But things gradually got different.

A new guy was in town, a very handsome and athletic guy who was in your gym class. He was always smiling at you and helping you off the ground whenever you fell. All the girls in your class were envious of you, because not only did you have the hottest guy in school as your boyfriend, but the newbie who was almost just as attractive was hitting on you.

Emmett stood at the gym doors watching you play basketball with a careful eye. He knew you would fall eventually and he wanted to watch it happen so he could pick on you later about it. You went to reach for the ball and one of the girls pushed you out of the way, making you fall backwards on your ass.

You groaned as you went to get up, but a strong hand encircled your upper arm.

"Are you alright?"  

You looked up to see the new boy, James, smiling down at you and for a split second you forgot that you were in gym class.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Just sucks that I can't play one single sport without falling all the time." You said, shaking off the fall.

"Hey, it's all part of the sport. You got to fall a bunch of times before you learn how to not fall again." He said moving just a little closer to you. You felt eyes boring into the back of your head so you turned to peek over your shoulder and saw Emmett glaring at you two.

"Doesn't seem like your boyfriend is a big fan of me." James said.

You looked at Emmett confused and then realized that he was jealous. This was new, especially since he's never been jealous around you. As usual, you decided to see how far you could push it. Reaching up to touch James' arm, you gently brushed your fingers across his bicep.  

"Oh he'll get over it. He's not a fan of a lot of people. Especially ones who help his girlfriend out on a daily basis." You said flashing your best smile. James couldn’t help but push a strand of your hair behind your ear and you knew that would send Em over the edge.  

You turned to look at him but he was gone and you felt anxious the rest of class wondering what would happen after school.

The rest of the day flew by and you hadn't even caught of glimpse of your vampire anywhere. He usually walked you to your last class since his was right across the hall but he was nowhere to be found.  

"Hey, Y/N, where is my brother?" Alice asked as she sat down next to you. Both of you had chemistry together and were inseparable during that class. Always talking and passing notes. Alice always knew when the teacher was going to call on both of you to answer so she was always one step ahead of the game.

"I don’t know," you said. "I saw him while I was in gym earlier but that was the last of it. Can't you see him?" You knew that Alice had visions but she just shook her head.  

"No, I haven't gotten anything. I usually don't try to see the future for Em. He gets weirded out by it sometimes." She said. You laughed and looked at the door. You could usually see Emmett's classroom from where you were sitting but he didn't seem to be in there.

"Maybe he skipped out and went home." You said.

"Or maybe he's mad at you for flirting with the new boy." She said, poking your arm.  

You rolled your eyes. "I was not flirting with him. I wanted to see how jealous I could make Em and then he disappeared and I haven't seen him since."

The rest of class went by and you were finally free. You walked to the parking lot to see Em leaning against your car.  

"Oh, hey there big boy. Haven't seen you in a while." You walked up to give him a kiss and he deflected it. "Or not." You muttered as you rounded the driver side.

You felt a cool wind before you felt him behind you, pushing you against the car. His hands placed on either side of you and his mouth was at your ear, sending a cold shiver through your body. His frontside rubbing against your backside.

"We need to talk. I'm driving." He said as he whisked you into the passenger seat. He turned your car on and gunned the engine out of town.

The car filled with a deafening silence and the only sound was that of your heart. He never took his eyes off the road; one hand on the steering wheel, the other in a fist clenched at his mouth.

You sat in thought about how to break the silence. "Babe." You said. He didn't even acknowledge that you said anything. You sighed and turned to look out the window as the trees blurred past you in a dangerous speed.

Before you knew what was going on, you were parked in a field. Emmett had gotten out of the car and was walking humanly slow around the side to your door. He helped you out of the car and then walked off into the field where a big boulder was sat in the middle.

A loud crack filled the sky before you saw the boulder split into two. Emmett had punched it and was staring directly at you now. You blinked once and he was right in front of you, angry.

You felt fear rise into your throat but you knew he wouldn't hurt you. He grabbed you and pulled you to the rock where he pinned you to the smoother part with his body.

Taking both of your hands and raising them above your head, he leaned in and brushed his lips along your jaw. "You think it's funny to flirt with someone in front of me?" He asked, his breath cool on your skin making your inner fire soar.

He took his free hand and wrapped it lightly around your throat, giving it a bit of a squeeze before looking right into your eyes. "Well I guess I'll have to teach my little lamb who she really belongs to, now don't I?" He said before he kissed you.

His lips were like ice against your very hot ones. His command to keep your arms above your head sent chills through your body and you stayed in the position that he put you in. He left trails of ice on every inch that he touched, gradually taking off your clothes though he did it without even trying. Hands travelled every inch of your burning body, whimpering for more only to be shushed by lips against yours.  

"Does my little lamb want to be devoured by the big bad wolf?" Emmett growled and you nodded fervently. He returned to his task at hand watching you wiggle and squirm as he kissed down your body stopping just above your sex.  

"Let's see how wet this little lamb is." He said, dragging your panties down your legs. You knew how wet you were. When Emmett would get angry with his brothers, he would always have angry sex with you which was some of the best sex you guys would have.  

He turned you around and slid his dick between your legs, pushing gently against your entrance. "Oh you're very wet," He said kissing your neck, "and very warm." As he said that, he thrusted his full length into you, driving you to gasp and scream his name.

It was good thing you were both fucking out in the middle of a field because the way he was fucking you had you screaming every time he thrusted.

"You belong to me, babe. No one else. All of you belongs to me." He said, biting your shoulder and pushing deeper into you. You felt your high coming before you could react to him and you came undone, him still thrusting inside of you. Everything beame sensitive and you felt your body crumble beneath him. He slowed only for a moment to catch you and then continued. It didn’t take him long to finish inside of you.  

He held you in his arms as you tried to catch your breath. Gently getting you cleaned up and dressed, he carried you back over to your car and set you inside. "You can't go home like that babydoll, so you're coming back to my place."  

You just nodded and closed your eyes, unbeknownst that you had fallen asleep. When you had awoken, you were lying in Emmett's room. Arctic Monkeys was playing softly in the background and you knew that he was happy again.

"Hello beautiful." He said, running his hands through your hair.  

"I love you Em." You said. "No one will ever take your place. Not now, not ever." That's all you wanted to say to him.

"I love you too princess." He kissed your forehead as Mad Sounds played throughout the room, leaving you in bliss.  

A/N: Happy New Year to you all!! I hope that this year brings many good things to you. I LOVE YOU ALL!!!!

[spntvdhunger]

Eternal

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Requested by anon: Can you do a Damon x reader where you are dating Damon, get kidnapped,fed blood, then killed in front of Damon? Then he helps you transition, and he's really sweet but sad because he didn't want you to have to live that life.

Pairings: Damon x reader

Warnings: A little grafic. A tiny bit of angst and fluff <3

Word Count: 1615

A/N: Sorry for taking so long with the requests, but I’ve been busy with french classes and argh,,, But anyways, here is it. I really love this one <3 Let me now if you want to be tagged. Feedback is apreciated.

Being in a relationship with Damon Salvatore was one of the best things that ever happened to your life for sure. But on the downside, you knew Damon had a past and most of the times he rather not to talk about it and you were okay with that, but with that past sometimes came with some enemies. And now you had experienced that by yourself.

A very old vampire kidnapped you while you were driving back home from your job. He stood in the middle of the road and you pull over, but as soon as you did that, he came to your door and snatched it from the car like it was made of paper and then grabbed you.

The vampire took you to an abandoned house outside Mystic Falls and tied your hands and legs to a chair. The only thing that was on your mind was ‘what Damon could have done to pissed him that much?' And you knew your boyfriend, you knew all the things he was capable of but you never judge him, you loved him so much that his past wasn't something you care. "I've been waiting to do this for so long…" The vampire hissed, while he ran his fingers through your neck. "I have to admit it, I never thought that Damon would fall for a human. This just makes things easier for me, gorgeous." You opened your mouth, ready to threaten him, but he put his hand over your face. "Ah-ah. I'm the one talking here."

Suddenly the door fell off from its site, revealing a furious Damon. "Let her go!" He barked. "I'm going to rip your heart out after this. I should have done that fifty years ago." "Well, you did that to my brother instead." The vampire said. "Damon!" You called him. His eyes focused on you and he nodded. "You are going to be okay, Y/N" "Oh I wouldn't be so sure about that." The vampire that now was behind you placed his arm around your neck, and took his other hand to his mouth, biting his wrist. "it was your bad keeping her so vulnerable." "Don't you dare."

But he did it, he put his bleeding wrist in your mouth. At first, you fought, you tried to cough, to spit the blood, but it was impossible. The blood kept running until it filled your mouth and made you swallow it. "No!" Damon screamed and you saw him for the last time. The vampire snapped your neck in one single movement, killing you.

Damon jumped to the other vampire and he tried to fight him, but the rage that fed Damon in that moment made him unstoppable. The other vampire had an insignificant strength and he died in two seconds, Damon did what he said, he ripped his heart out and throw it to the wall, staining everywhere with blood.

He ran to you and untied you very carefully and he carried you in his arms. Tears coming down his face while he felt your lifeless body on his arms.

That was one of his biggest fears, he didn't want you to become a vampire. The years you've been together he had told you that million times. It hurt him because he loved you and he wanted in his life forever but not this way, he wanted you to have a normal human life and now somebody took that. Just to hurt him, and hell he had succeeded.

You woke up some hours later. You now were in Damon's bed. Your head was spinning and the morning light coming from the window hurt your eyes. "Y/N?" You heard Damon mumbling, he now was in front of you. He cupped your face in his hands and leaned to softly kiss your lips. "Damon…" You were happy to be with him but you felt very confused. "How do you feel, sweetheart?" He said, millimeters from your face. "I don't really know…" You answered. He moved back, so he could see your whole face. "Damon… Did I… Did I really die?"

You remembered what happened, the pain that came after the sound of your own neck being broken. Then everything went black and some hours later you were on the bed that you've been thousand times before, but you could barely recognize it, you could barely recognize yourself.

"Yes." A single word made your world crumble down. "Damon… I… I…" He wrapped his arms around you, keeping you in a single piece, keeping your world together. You knew that you now were in transition and had to make a choice… "Shh… Y/N." He whispered in your ear. "You don't have to make this."

You turned to see him and shook your head. "But I don't want to die." He wrapped you again and kissed you on the top of your head. "I know baby." You were shaking, crying without tears. "I'll do it… I'll drink…" He pulled you apart and looked at you with nothing else but worry in his blue eyes. "You don' have to do this, Y/N."

You placed a hand on his shoulder and bit your lower lip. "I want to be with you, Damon, I don't want to give up on you." He took both of your hands, desperate for your touch. "Forget about me, don't do it for me." Saying that was so painful. He was known for being selfish, but he couldn't be it with you, for him you were the most important. "I´m also doing this for me. I don't want to die, I want to do things in this world… I… I'm not ready to go." Your voice trembling. "I know this is not ideal, but I'll learn to live with it… With you." You reached him and kissed him.

After that, he left the room for a moment and when he got back, he was carrying a blood bag in his hands. Just by seeing the red liquid your whole body tensed, while you felt your throat on fire. You could barely control yourself and stay still while he gave it to you. When the blood invaded you, everything changed. Your senses, your feelings, everything was now heightened. The sun light burned your skin, making you sped to a dark corner, where Damon caught you, making sure you were safe.

Bonnie made you a daylight ring immediately. You were one of her biggest friends and she wanted to help you in everything she could. Being a vampire changed you, obviously. You were somebody new and wanted to discover the new abilities you had acquired. And Damon was with you the whole time, showing you how to control yourself, how to compel people and how to manage your new strength.

A few weeks later you were at the Grill with your friends, something that you really missed, but it was challenging. You heard all the beating hearts of everyone in the restaurant, making you hungry. "Damn it, Y/N, your eyes." Everyone at the table was looking at you. Caroline looking around, assuring no-one else had noticed. Your boyfriend tried to hide you, while you covered your face with your hands, feeling your veins moving under your fingers. You closed your eyes, and try to control it, but you couldn't. "Let's get out here."

Damon led you to the back exit. Once out and far from the living, your face turned back to normal. You struggled with it, but seeing you doing that was something very stressful for Damon, he didn't want that for you. "Hey, I'm fine." You said. "I'm strong." You placed one hand on his cheek. "I know you are." His classic smirk appearing on his face. "But enough experiments for today, okay?" He took your hand.

Walking down on the street you looked at the clock tower. One night, that now seemed like an eternity ago, Damon took you to the clock tower. That was the night you discovered he was a vampire and that same night you discovered he was the love of your life. "Come with me." You jumped, using your new strength and reached the top with no effort. Damon reached you one second after. The night was beautiful, filled with bright stars. "I think I'm liking this, you know." You said, breathless. Your eyes were busy admiring the sky but Damon was focusing on you. He smiled and took a step closer. "Now I have time to see, time to go everywhere, to read, to taste… An infinite number of possibilities." You turned, crossing your gaze with his. "I think I never thought that way." He admitted. "And the best part is that I get to share it with you." A huge smiled broke through his face, probably the first real smile since you turned. "You are the best thing I have, Y/N and now I have you for the rest of the eternity."

He kissed you roughly, his lips moving yours in an intimate dance. "There is one thing that I haven't showed you yet." You copied his smirk. "What is that?" "Well, I can't tell you, I have to show it… One perk of being a vampire, you are gonna love it." He shrugged. "What are you talking about?" You raised an eyebrow. "I have to show it, I told you. But first I have to take you to the bed." He winked. "Oh…! Well, yeah, I'm in."

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