#when someone finally asks you to *stay* but it’s under circumstances you didn’t want to be in

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MK1 Characters React To: Being Pinned To The Wall By Their Crush To Hide On A Mission

Characters: Liu Kang, Raiden, Kung Lao, Johnny Cage, Kenshi Takahashi, Kitana, Mileena, Tanya, Sub-Zero, Scorpion, Smoke, Reptile, Baraka, Shang Tsung, Rain

Warnings: GN!Reader

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Liu Kang’s first priority is making sure that you both are safe and undetectable by the enemy. It isn’t until after he confirms your safety that he realizes just how close you are. So close that he can feel your breath brushing over him on every exhale. Despite enjoying the proximity he doesn’t want to risk you feeling uncomfortable so he backs off.

“I think we are in the clear now. Let’s find our way back to the exit.”

Raiden is overthinking everything from the moment you press up against him. Should he hold his breath because breathing in your face is rude, right? Should he close his eyes because him staring at you just has to be making you feel awkward, isn’t it? So caught up in his head he doesn’t even realize that you moved back until you ask if he is okay.

“What… Oh, y-yes I’m okay. Let’s get out of here.”

Kung Lao uses this opportunity to appreciate your features up close. The way your eyelashes brush against your cheeks. The little mole on your chin that he never noticed before. Your smell… It’s simply intoxicating. He would be so focused on memorizing every detail that he didn’t notice the enemy left until you cleared your throat to get his attention.

“I’m sorry, I was just… never mind, let’s get going.”

Johnny Cage takes full advantage of the situation and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. Can you blame him? The cart you’re hiding behind is too small so you have to be as close as possible not to be spotted, obviously. That’s also the reason he has to lean his head against your shoulder. He’s just too tall! It’s definitely not because he wants to nuzzle into you, his lips brushed against your neck completely by accident. Really.

“I think I still hear someone walking around. Let’s stay here for a bit longer.”

Kenshi Takahashi is cursing his heightened senses right now. He is hyper-focused on you and only you. Your addicting scent, the warmth seeping into him from every point your bodies are connected. It takes all of his willpower not to just melt into you. Once you pull away he takes a calming breath and tries to get his brain to focus back on why you both are even here.

“Right, the mission… Let’s uh, let’s head that way.”

Kitana is only worried about the mission getting ruined if you both get caught. That is why she is surprised when she notices her hand over your mouth keeping you from making a sound and the tight grip she has on your shirt, holding you against the wall. This is not how she pictured finally getting this close to you going. She blinks as she releases you and takes a step back.

“My apologies… We just, we can’t get caught.”

Mileena smiles as you press up against her, happy with the turn of events. She knows that you like her just as much as she likes you. She uses this time to tease you by pushing her chest into you and blowing her warm breath against your neck. Her thigh finds its way between your legs. It amuses her to see you try to remain quiet and unbothered by her actions.

“We should try this another time… under different circumstances.”

Tanya tries to remain calm as your bodies are pressed against each other. She can’t believe that you both are in this situation right now… but she doesn’t exactly hate it. You smell so good and your body is so warm. It’s better than what she’d imagined being pressed against you would feel like. The only downfall is that you both were hiding in enemy territory. Oh right… the mission.

“I think we’re all clear. Let’s find a way out of here.”

Bi-Han can’t help grabbing onto your hips as you push him against the wall. He would be lying if he said he didn’t love the feeling of your bodies pressing against each other. He only wished it was happening under different circumstances than hiding from the enemy. Maybe after you both get what you came here for, he will finally make a move and make his intentions clear.

“Come, let’s finish up and head back home.”

Kuai Liang would try and create as much distance between you as he could, which would be futile. He doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Even though all he wants to do is pull you into his arms and hold you tightly, he would contain himself. He respects you and your personal space and all he can do is hope that someday you would want him in it.

“They’re gone. Sorry about that… We can go now.”

Tomas doesn’t know what to do with himself. He keeps his arms down to his sides, hands gripping his pants legs. That is the only thing he can do to keep himself from reaching out and embracing you. Something that he has longed to do since shortly after meeting you. Why can’t he think of anything besides how stunning you look, even now?

“Do you, uh… Do you think they left? We should probably get going.”

Syzoth’s brain is malfunctioning. He can’t control the way his body reacts to having you in his personal space. He tries to stop the low rumble of a purr-like growl forming in his chest because one, how embarrassing, and two, he doesn’t want to give away your location. You two were hiding from the enemy for goodness sake! This definitely wasn’t the time.

“Um, can we… Maybe we can sneak around the corner.”

Baraka was surprised that you didn’t mind being this close to him. Ever since being affected with Tarkat, nobody wanted to be even a few feet away from him, much less in physical contact. Being this close to you just reminded him of how much he missed physical affection. He hopes that since you aren’t afraid of touching him, his affection for you won’t be rejected.

“Come on, I will fight our way out of here if I must. You don’t have to worry.”

Shang Tsung believes that this is right where you both belong, in each other’s arms. He desires nothing more, not even power or influence (although they’re pretty close), than he desires to be able to hold you close to him daily. He will stop at nothing to convince you that you belong with him. He’ll start by showing you how capable he is by protecting you.

“These imbeciles are no match for my magic. We’ll be out of here shortly.”

Zeffeero bit his lip trying to ignore your thigh pressed against his crotch. You seemed oblivious to your position and just how hard you were making it for him to hold on to his last strands of self-control. How did you not know how you affected him? He thought he was being pretty forward with his flirting but you never seemed to get the hint. Maybe he should talk to that Johnny guy? Later, you two needed to get out of here first.

“Let’s sneak attack him once he turns around. Get ready… Now!”

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Also kind of like another request (I think from your old blog??)can I request having Nikolai split himself half like in the hostage incident and toying with his bottom half while him and his torso can do nothing about it? He can't even hold on to reader to ground himself :((

I don’t know if I should be turned on or scared. On one hand it sounds hot as fuck, on the other hand it’s a little.. nevermind, it’s interesting. I’ll see what I can do (sorry it’s a bit short)

Dom!reader x sub!nikolai

Warning: magical tricks - Nikolai is split in two (sounds familiar huh), teasing, handjob, edging

Nikolai was so exited when you finally came over to his place. He promised he’d show you his newest magic trick, but it took ages until you made time for him, causing him to rush you the moment you set foot inside the room. Your little puppy was basically crawling at your sleeves, eyes sparkling as he kept repeating the words, “you will love it! I’m sure it will be fun!” Can you say no when he’s looking at you all excited?

You let him drag you to his living room. He made you sit on the couch and sat down next to you, covering his body with his coat. All he did was grin at you with a smug look. After waiting for a few more minutes, you asked him, “…so?” Was he really going to do nothing after making such a big deal out of it? Seems unlikely. Could he perhaps be shy? No way.. or?

“Why don’t you count to three~? I’ll show you then!” The white haired man said, then he got really close to you, his face was only centimetres away from yours. “Sure, one, two, three?” You replied, confused as to what his plan was. Suddenly he disappeared- no, only his torso did. His lower body was still there, sitting next to you. A yellow, golden ring was around the end of his abdomen, so his stomach area. Sure, you knew a few things about how he is an ability user, and can teleport a little, but what is this? Why the hell was he split in two?

“Nikolai?! Are you alright?” That was your first instinct. If his torso just vanishes like this, what about his organs? Does his legs still get blood, or air or whatever? “I’m fine!” You heard him say, the voice came from the seat across you. His hands formed a heart shape. It looked weird, how his body just stops so suddenly. No blood got onto the furniture neither, only his body was somehow cut in the middle. God he scared you, you already broke out in a cold sweat due to him. Seeing someone dying was not on your schedule for today after all.

Instead of looking even the slightest bit concerned, Nikolai just laughed. “Hahaha! Your face! Were you shocked?” At that you only rolled your eyes, “At least someone is enjoying themself.” While he kept having fun over there, you were still a little sceptical with what was placed next to you. So, how does that ability work? Can you touch that shining ring? Or will your finger get teleported too? Curiosity took over, which is why you poked his hips, causing him to wriggle a little. “Ha-hah? Hey- that tickles.” Now this surprised him, he didn’t think you’d touch him so suddenly.

That was cute, was what you thought, when a pretty crazy idea crossed your mind. “You are right, Nikolai, this is quite fun.” Before he got the change to try a nod understand what you meant, you started groping his thighs, squeezing the softer inner side. “Mhm.?! Y/n! Are you r-really gonna?” A slight tremble was in his voice, but it was due to the excitement he felt. What a freak you were, touching him under such circumstances. “Don’t you dare teleport back, Nikolai, stay like this for a bit.” You ordered, then pulled his pants down.

Nikolai’s face flushed a little, lust was clouding his head. He wanted you to be bolder, to do more. Those pretty eyes of his were half lidded, staring intensely at your hand. His own ones were gripping his coat tightly, to the point they shock a little. “Be patient, you are so needy already.” You mocked him with a gentle under tone, while teasingly rubbing and patting his bulge through his wet underwear. The humid spot was getting bigger, as well as his dick, slowly getting erect as your actions. “HnnGh… more, pretty please?”

All he could do was beg, while watching you pleasure his lower half as if that wasn’t him. It was such a strange feeling, watching you play with he himself. Yet he could feel every of your touch so clearly, so much that he began to drool. “Y/n… don’t ignore me- mhMm fuck, don’t teaseeeee.” He complained, eyes staring at how your thumb rubbed his slit. Oh he felt that, he definitely felt it, it coursed through him like electricity. “Nope, I’ll take as long as I want, you just stay put and wait, alright?” You answered as you rubbed his tip with your palm, yearning a loud moan from the male. “AaahHh..! Da-damn it.. y/n~!!” His whines were so adorable. This is kind of entertaining, his magic show was pretty fun in the end, wasn’t it? You were definitely going to enjoy it.

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I have a fic in mind that could probably be a series if you wanted. But what if while Reid was in prison the BAU hired someone (reader) in his place. Reader spent those three months putting in overtime in order to help his team get Spencer free. By the end of it all they knew more about Spencer than themselves and accidentally fell in love with Spencer without meeting him. What they didn’t know was that their team was telling Spencer all about them and even gave him a picture of them. Spencer would fall in love with reader as well and when they finally meet when he returns to the BAU they’re all nervous around each other but it doesn’t take long for them to become very close

Can be GN or not

Being taken in by the BAU was something many would be ecstatic about, but considering the circumstances you were asked to join was something out of a nightmare. One of the best agents on the team was wrongfully imprisoned and everyone was scrambling to get him out.

As your unit chief gave you a rundown of how everything works on your first day she also talked a bit about the so-called genius that was behind bars for all the wrong reasons.

“Agent Reid was arrested for the murder of a woman, but he was framed and we’re all doing our best to try and get him freed as soon as possible. We’re hoping that a fresh set of eyes can maybe catch onto something we haven’t yet.”

Although Emily’s mannerisms seemed confident you could see the fear in her eyes. From what you’d heard of so far Spencer was loved by everyone, he was a gentle man and a place like jail would only be disastrous for him.

“I may not know him but I assure you that I will work just as hard as the rest of the team to bring him back.”

The gentle smile on Emily’s face warmed your heart. You were excused and you walked back to the rest of the team where you all continued working on the case.

As the weeks passed the case for Spencer’s freedom grew and so did the bags under your eyes. You’d stay up for hours after work was finished digging for more evidence and you always ended up finding more than you bargained for. At times Penelope would come join you to keep you company and because she wasn’t able to sleep knowing the circumstances one of her closest friends was in. She was known for her bubbly & positive persona and every night spent with her made you a bit more hopeful. She would tell stories of what Spencer was like and you found that the both of you had a lot in common. Penelope also talked about the habits Spencer had, like how he wore mismatched socks and you found it endearing. Penelope would also pull up pictures of the team throughout the years and every time she pointed to Spencer you felt your heart skip a beat. Even though it was just pictures through a screen you swore you felt the man’s brown eyes look through your soul. How was it that a man you’ve never even met, a man you’ve never even spoken to had such an affect on you?

What you didn’t know though is that you weren’t the only one. As each team member got their visiting times with Spencer you always came up in the conversation, how you’d stay in the office for hours racking your brain or how a little joke you’d made completely by accident that had the whole team laughing. Spencer’s smile grew every time whenever he’d hear stories about you and knowing that someone who didn’t even know him put in so much time and effort to help him get out of the hell hole that he was in, made it a bit more bearable.

After three long months Spencer was finally proven innocent and was a free man again. The day he was finally back at the BAU everyone crowded him and gave him a hug. You stood by the sidelines and watched as everyone welcomed back their coworker and friend, they all seemed so relieved that the whole ordeal was over.

As Spencer let go of Penelope as they finished their hug, Spencer saw you from the corner of his eye and looked over at you. Your breath hitched and you took a step closer.

“Spence this is Y/N, they are the agent I talked about,” JJ said and glanced between the both of you.

“Nice to finally meet you Agent Reid.”

“You too and please, it’s Spencer.”

You nodded and both of you imitated the same awkward smile.

As time passed and everything settled into the way it was before, you and Spencer got closer to one another over time. You two took the time to have coffee together on breaks and you’d listen intently as Spencer started to talk about something he’d recently learned, whether it be about mold or human noses it was always interesting for you.

Sometimes he’d even take the time to walk you home even though you lived in the complete opposite direction to him, but he didn’t mind it as long as he got to spend a little extra time with you.

One late night as you were both walking back to your place it started pouring rain and Spencer took off his jacket and put it over both of your heads to try and shield you both from the rain. As you hurried inside your house you both laughed.

“How am I going to make it home in this weather?”

“You can stay here for the night.”

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna be a bother.”

“Oh shush, I wouldn’t have offered it if I didn’t mind.”

After switching to comfier clothes, fetching Spencer a towel to dry off and making some tea, the two of you sat on the couch chatting about the events of the day.

You glanced over at Spencer and saw that the ends of his hair had curled up due to the rain and you couldn’t help but think that it only added to his beauty.

“What’re you looking at?”

“Oh um nothing, your hair is just, nice,” you slapped yourself mentally and a part of you died inside as you heard Spencer chuckle.

“Your hair is nice too.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah,” Spencer leaned over and tucked a piece behind your ear and your eyes followed along at the movement. Your eyes met and you held back a nervous laugh as you realized how close you both were.

“I don’t think I ever thanked you.”

“For what?”

“Everything, you didn’t even know me and yet gave up so much to help me. So thank you.”

You chuckled and glanced down, “Anyone would do the same.”

“I don’t think so,” Spencer leaned in closer and you felt his breath on your face. He rested his hand on your cheek and turned you closer to him.

“May I?”

You glanced from his eyes to his lips and leaned in slowly, a moment later your lips met.

After a moment you parted and chuckled slightly, “That’s one way of saying thank you.”

Spencer laughed lightly and a grin broke out on his face, “I guess you can say that yeah.”

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[googoobabajogwick]

The monsterfucker in me is begging for some Vampire John Wick.

Vampire John Wick smut

Summary: you and John get stuck on a boat and he needs your help.

Word count: 1.4k

18+

The waves hit the boat causing it to rock back and forth. The cabin was starting to get dark as the sun began to set. It had been three days since you got stuck on the boat due to annoying circumstances. Always because of John.

John had a lot of enemies so even a trip out on a rented boat ended up becoming a hit. Four men shot at the engine and then came on your boat. Thankfully he was able to quickly dispose of them. Two fell overboard and two were in the fridge.

After getting hit John needed to heal so he drank all the blood of the one. See he was a vampire and to heal he needed more blood. When you first found out you were terrified. Vampire? Those were from books and movies, not the real world. But then everything started to make sense.

The way John wouldn’t go out during the day, never ate and was weirdly strong. He seemed to never age in the photos he showed you and hated garlic. That last one was almost a dealbreaker for you. Alas you stayed with him and had never felt more safe.

It took awhile but he was the same man you trusted for years. You knew he’d protect you. The safety you felt was like never before. Even with the constant date disturbances. John was able to keep you from harm while also fighting the bad guys. Plus it didn’t help how sexy he looked when he’d fight them.

John’s perfect form and excellent skills caused you to be horny while scared a lot of the time. This time the men were vampire hunters so they were able to hurt him in way’s regular people couldn’t. Your man was bleeding a lot when you dragged one of the freshly slaughtered men in front of him.

“Drink.” You had said, knowing it would help him heal.

John ordered you out of the cabin as he didn’t like you to see him.

That was two days ago. John had told you the bodies weren’t fresh anymore, the blood wasn’t as good. To him it was like eating spoiled food but he had to eat something so he did. Now he was sick and it broke your heart.

The shades were shut because there was still a little bit of sun out and John was under a blanket on the bed. You had wrapped him up to keep him warm but he still shivered. Never before had you seen him so weak. It scared you. You were hoping someone would find you guys soon.

“I told you not to drive the boat out that far.” You scolded him lightly.

“Sorry.” He coughed, “I didn’t think this would happen.”

This made your blood boil a bit.

“This is always happening and now you’re sick. What can I do? I want to help you.” You asked him in a pleading tone.

A look you couldn’t describe popped on John’s face but then he scowled and looked away from you. He didn’t want to drink from you but he knew it would help him. In fact he’d be stronger immediately. It scared him though, as sometimes he could get carried away.

John didn't want to hurt you or worse accidentally kill you. The thought of tasting your blood sent shivers down his spine. Good and bad. The idea of drinking from you seemed exciting in a way. He could tell from the way you smelled your taste would be divine.

John sat up in the bed and grabbed your hand. He kissed every knuckle before flipping it over and kissing up your wrist. Before shoving his face into your close to kiss in between your breasts. You grabbed his head and held him against you. He breathed in deeply, inhaling your scent.

“Let me…” John couldn’t even say it.

But you could.

“You want to drink my blood?” You asked, rubbing his head against your chest.

John kissed your sternum before pulling you on top of him and pulled you down so he could kiss your neck. His cock was hard and you could feel it rubbing against you. Immediately you started grinding down, letting out sharp breaths of pleasure. He began nibbling slightly and you finally groaned out and pulled away.

“Do it while you fuck me, please?” You asked with a smirk.

Your bluntness turned John on even more as his hand went to rub your clit.

“Anything for you baby.” He said.

His fingers found your sensitive nub and circled his fingers around it. He let his hand explore and get all wet with your slick, before bringing his fingers up to his mouth and sucking. A deep, primal groan left him and straight away his fingers went back to your clit. Your taste always satisfied him and knowing he was going to taste you even more intimately was turning him on.

You moaned out at the sight and grinded your hips against his fingers. Wanting to reciprocate, you shoved your pointer and ring finger in your mouth while groaning. You made a show of swirling your tongue all along your fingers. His own digits started to sped up as your hand went back to stroke his cock. He was harder than he’d ever been.

The clitoral stimulation was overwhelming when he thought you were ready, he flipped you onto your hands and knees. John got behind you and bent his legs so he was kneeling. He curved his back so his chest was against your back and entered you. Your boyfriend started fucking you from behind. A moan came from your mouth as your hands went to grab the sheets.

The best part was you could be as loud as you wanted. You were in the middle of the sea. Nobody could hear you two. The loud sounds you were making were accompanied by the sound of skin slapping against skin. Moans and groans followed like a song being sung. It felt so good having him pump in and out of your pussy, you were sure to tell him that.

“Fuck John yes.” You cried out, almost ripping the sheets as his fingers rubbed your clit, fast.

As your pussy started tightening around John’s cock he knew you were close and wrapped his arms around your midsection and lifted you up so you were sitting on his lap, back pressed against his chest. Your hands went behind you and into his locks. The way he was massaging your clit and his cock driving into you, hitting a spot that had you seeing stars had you almost screaming for him.

“You like that baby?” John grunted out in your ear.

“Yes, fuck baby yes!” You cried out.

John knew you were about to come and revealed his fangs. You couldn’t help but whimper in delight when you turned around and saw them. He pulled your head down, licked your neck and sunk his teeth in. With one hand he held your head to the side and the other came to continue to rub your clit. You felt your whole body tensed up against him as you came.

Your eyes almost rolled into the back of your head as your whole body convulsed and John held you tight with his one arm. You weren’t going anywhere. Your hands were in his hair, pulling hard. He kept thrusting and after a few more he came as well, sucking even harder into your neck with a whine. Everything felt loopy and your body felt like jelly.

When John felt like he had enough he released you but not before licking the two holes that were now in your neck. You felt fucking fantastic. The two of you were panting and you felt exhausted. He accidentally let go of you.

“That was great.” You gasped, “but I’m so tired now.”

And with that you fell onto the mattress, passed out. John couldn’t help but chuckle, feeling a bit bad. He cleaned you up, covered you with a blanket and snuggled up next to you. You were a bit colder than usual but he knew you’d warm right back up under the covers. He watched you almost the whole time, making sure you were okay and just in awe.

You were out cold for some time and during that John miraculously, somehow, got you two back to shore. Every time you asked him how he just shrugged his shoulders and smirked at you.

[jessicaloons]

Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince

Chapter 4

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The Heartbreak Prince

November 2022:

"So it’s possible?" Charles asked his lawyer who nodded.

"It’s a lot of paperwork, but that’s what you pay me for, right?" she laughed and Charles looked at the ultrasound in his hand "I can start to set up all the documents as soon as possible or you want to take some time to think about it? Let it all go through your head once more? Or twice? More? You still have time… the baby won’t be born until April next year, so we can wait with the final decision…"

"No. Prepare everything… can you maybe talk to her? If she has a lawyer, and if not, maybe recommend one? I don’t want her to feel… I don’t want her to feel like it’s me against her and she is defenseless. If she has a lawyer of her own by her side, she’s not alone…"

"Of course Charles. I’ll talk to her, explain everything to her and then we figure things out. One step at the time."

"Thank you…" Charles smiled and got up, guiding his lawyer to the door "Let me know if you need anything from me."

"Will do, I’ll stay in touch. Have a nice day, Charles. And good luck for your race." she left his apartment and he sighed, leaning against the door.

His mind was racing, he had to leave for the airport in not even 2 hours, but he knew he first had to talk to someone. He couldn’t keep it a secret, the guilt would eat away at him. Back in his bedroom he threw everything haphazardly into his suitcase, calling Joris.

"Hey Joris, pick me up at my mums place…" Charles slipped on his shoes, checking that he had everything important in his backpack.

"Okay? Everything alright?"

"Yeah… I just-… I’m keeping the baby and have to tell my mum now…" Charles blurted out and the line went silent "Jo?" he asked after a minute of silence "Are you still there?"

"Yeah-… I just… umm-… I have to wrap my head around what you just said? You and Alessia are keeping the baby?" Joris asked cautiously.

"No. I am. She wants nothing to do with the baby… or me. She made that clear…" the Ferrari driver sighed, slipping into his sneakers.

"And what prompted this change of heart?"

"I saw it, Jo. And its heartbeat… in that moment I realised I would never forgive myself if I would give away my child. My firstborn. I can’t do it… that’s a piece of me. And I’m going to take care of it…" he left his apartment, waiting for the elevator.

"Okay. So Alessia will have the baby and then leave it with you and she’ll disappear? Not be a part in its life like you planned to? And you keep it? Take care of it, while travelling the whole world, racing in F1?"

"That’s exactly what’s happening, I mean… if Maman won’t kill me if I tell her now…" Charles put his suitcase in his car and got in, starting the engine.

"Good luck with that… maybe you’ll die today so thinking about the future won’t be necessary…" his best friend chuckled and under different circumstances Charles would’ve laughed too, but he knew that there was some truth in Joris’ words and when he stood in front of his childhood home 10 minutes later, ringing the doorbell with shaky hands, he wished he could’ve been anywhere else in the world but here.

"Charles! I didn’t think I’d see you before you leave. What a lovely surprise." his mother kissed his cheeks, pulling him inside "Arthur and Lorenzo are here as well…"

"They are?" Charles swallowed hard.

Maybe it was easier to say it only once, then 3 times to each one individually he thought, when he stepped into the living room where his brothers already sat.

"I thought we meet at the airport?" Lorenzo, his older brother asked, looking slightly confused.

"Umm- yeah, I just- I had to talk to mum first… and I guess now that you’re here, I’ll tell you as well…" Charles voice wavered and his brothers shared some glances before they looked at him.

"Is everything alright?" Arthur, his youngest brother asked right as their mother came back with some coffee and biscuits on a tray, putting it on the coffee table, already on her way back to the kitchen.

"Maman? Can you umm-… can you sit down, please? I need to talk to you… all of you." Charles voice was raspy and he cleared his throat, looking at his mother "Please. There is something… there is something you all need to know."

His mother looked worried, and as soon as she sat down between his brothers he pulled out the ultrasound picture, taking a deep breath. He felt his anxiety reaching its peek. The guilt settling in, in what a mess he had catapulted not only himself, but also everyone who was close to him. But he made his decision and now he had to own up to it. He took a deep breath, calming himself down.

"A couple of weeks ago I made a mistake. I did something stupid, reckless. But after crashing out at Paul Ricard I just wanted to forget. I drank a lot. And ended up in a girls bed… Charlotte and I weren’t dating anymore, we broke up almost a month earlier, we just kept it private, I asked her too, because I wanted to focus on driving and not on the gossip accounts speculating about my private life… that girl- she’s pregnant. With my child. And we had a deal, that she would get the baby and then we give it up for adoption to find it a good home… But I saw it. I saw my child. I heard its heartbeat and I can’t do it anymore. I can’t give it away. So I decided to keep it. Alessia, the mother, she wants nothing to do with it. Us. She doesn’t want a child. And that’s okay. But I have to do this. This is my child. My responsibility." he didn’t make any breaks, let it all out in one go and then put down the ultrasound picture in front of his family, all 3 looking at it wide eyed "This is a part of me…"

Silence. Complete silence. He couldn’t even hear them breathe. Charles looked at his brothers, the shock evident in their faces, then at his mother, an unreadable expression on her face. She picked up the picture, looking at it closely.

"Maman?" Charles almost whispered as his mother looked up from the picture in her hand "I’m so sorry! I swear it was an accident but I have to do this. I can’t just abandon my child… please understand me. Please… please don’t be mad at me…"

"You’re going to be a father?" was all she said and Charles nodded slowly, watching her getting off the sofa, slowly approaching him.

"Don’t be mad at me…" Charles breathed out again, feeling the tears stinging in his eyes, he held his breath when his mother stopped in front of him, looking him in the eyes.

When she raised her hand he almost expected her to slap him, closing his eyes, preparing for the impact. But the slap never came, instead he flinched slightly when she cupped his cheek, wiping away the tears that had escaped.

"I raised you right…" she whispered and Charles opened his eyes looking at her "Taking responsibility. You’re a good man…" she kissed his cheek, pulling him into a tight hug, her own heart almost shattering, hearing her son’s relieved sob "Seems like I’m becoming a grandmother then…"

"Yeah… you are…" Charles replied, feeling the tension and pressure falling off his shoulders. Relief flooding him.

"It’s going to be okay. We’re all here for you. We are all on your side." his mother whispered and Charles knew that with his mother’s love and support, he could do this right.

He could become the father his child deserved. A father like he had.

December 2022:

Annoyed. Indifferent. Disinterested. That would be the words Charles would use to describe the girl in front of him. The past weeks he tried to reason with her. Tried to talk her into co-parenthood. He wasn’t trying to force her, he just wanted to give her all the options. But as soon as he mentioned that he talked to his lawyer she asked for one herself. She made it clear that she didn’t want to have their child. Time and time again. Until Charles didn’t ask anymore. He accepted it. But what he didn’t have to accept was that the young girl sat at home. Alone. At all times. Only going out for short walks. Only texting with her best friend and brother. Talking to her parents from time to time. She needed to get out. Be around other people. And so he made a decision. It was a couple of days before Christmas when the driver sat in his second apartment in Monaco. The mother of his child on the sofa, he in the arm chair next to it.

"Thanks, but no thanks." Alessia rolled her eyes, not even looking at him.

"But why? It would do you some good, getting out of here, being surrounded by people, have a little Christmas dinner?"

"No. I don’t want to be surrounded by people. What do you even mean? We had a deal. No one knows about this. Who did you tell about it?"

"My mother and brothers, that’s who I meant. Joris could come as well. It will be f-…"

"I don’t want to play family, don’t you get it? I don’t want to meet your family, who all probably have the same stupid puppy eyes, looking at me, trying to make me rethink my choice… I don’t need that. As soon as I pressed this baby out it’s yours. Yours alone. I still don’t get why you would do that, it’s stupid. All alone. A demanding career. Having a child is just stupid for you, but that’s your decision. Your problem. I won’t be here to see the outcome of it all. I won’t see what happens to that child." her voice was cold.

Annoyed. Indifferent. Disinterested. Always the same.

"I just don’t want you to be all alone… it’s Christmas for fucks sake!" Charles groaned and for the first time in weeks there was a tiny hint of a smile on the girls face.

"Listen Charles. I really appreciate it. I do. All the little snack bags you leave on the doormat, all the delicious food you send over. You treat me right. You do, really. And now this. It’s really thoughtful. But I don’t want to meet your family. I want to be alone. Here. It’s my first Christmas without my parents. Let me have it the way I want it. Okay?" her voice was softer and Charles slowly nodded.

"But can I at least bring you some of the food? My mum is an amazing cook and you’ll love it. And you need to eat for two… so…"

"I would love to have some Christmas food…" Alessia smiled.

"Alright. I get you some plates fetched then…" Charles got up and made his way to the door, and when he passed the sofa the brunette grabbed his hand, squeezing it gently.

"Thank you. And-… merry Christmas…" she whispered and Charles took her hand in his, smiling at her.

"Merry Christmas to you too…"

Bahrain 2023:

Charles was nervously fidgeting with the many bracelets on his wrist, more than usually and his media assistant, Mia, put her hand on his.

"Okay, what’s going on?" she looked at him intently "The last weeks you’ve been more nervous than ever? Even at the end of last season you were super fidgety… what’s going on?"

He ran his hand through his hair, looking everywhere but the blonde woman in from of him. He had prepared a speech, thought long about how to explain what was going on, but he wasn’t sure if he had the courage to say it, so he shook his head, swallowing hard.

"Charles! I know you for more than 6 years now! I know that something’s going on, so come on. What did you do?"

"Why do you think that I did something?" he sounded offended and Mia chuckled a little.

"Because you look guilty. As if you have to confess something… so, confess…"

"Can you- umm is it possible to have Fred and Silvia here as well?" Charles almost whispered, saying it once would be hard enough, he didn’t want to repeat it a second time.

"Yeah? Sure… I text Silvia…. but now I’m really getting nervous…" Mia took out her phone, typing away, her eyes darting between her screen and the driver in front of her. After a few minutes of texting back and forth she nodded slowly, looking at Charles "They wait for us at Fred’s office…"

"Now?" Charles eyes widened.

"Of course now? Come on…" Mia got up and Charles followed her.

With every step they got closer to Fred’s office the young drivers anxiety got worse. Right in front of the door he stopped, taking a long, deep breath. Then he looked at the blonde and nodded. Mia knocked on the door and after a moment she opened it, Fred and Silvia looking at them, confusion written all over their faces.

"Charles. Mia. Come on in." the team principal got up, pointing to the sofa in the corner "So, Charles, Mia said you wanted to talk to us. To us all." he continued as soon as the driver and his media assistant both sat on the sofa, Silvia and himself on the armchairs in front.

"Yeah… umm-… there is something I have to tell you. It’s- it’s complicated. Something happened and I had to make a decision… and… well that decision, that umm-… it wasn’t easy, you know? Then again, it kinda was? I had to do it I guess?" Charles rambled, the speech he had so thoroughly planned out gone the moment he had opened his mouth.

"He really did it? He really approached you?" Fred mumbled, making the driver look at him confused "I mean- I do understand you, last year was crucial and Mattia missed out on establishing you as the clear number one when it was needed, when you were leading so clearly. But I hoped you would give me a chance, you know? Show you that I have a clear vision of your future in the team…"

"What?" Charles had no idea what he was talking about, he looked at Silvia, her usual scowl and pointed look gone, replaced by genuine sadness, then he looked at Mia, eyes wide.

"Christian approached you and I’m sure whatever he offered was more than generous, after all, he wants you in his team next to Max for years now… I’m really sorry that you lost all trust in our team after last season, but I understand. You want to be world champion and after being let down far too many times, you had to do what feels right for you… you signed for Red Bull next season." Fred’s voice was laced with pain, guilt. The sadness in his face visible, but when Charles looked at him and started laughing, it turned into confusion with a hint of anger "I don’t know what’s so funny about that…"

"I’m sorry. Really… just… give me a moment…" he wiped away a tear, taking a few deep breaths to compose himself, a grin still on his lips when he cleared his throat "I didn’t sign with Red Bull. And no one officially approached me. Was I asked, more in a joking way, yeah, but nothing serious…"

"You- you didn’t sign with Red Bull?" Fred repeated and Charles nodded "Oh- well… umm okay… good. Really good… then, well, say what you wanted to say."

"Yeah…" Charles sighed and closed his eyes for a brief moment, then he took a deep breath "I’m going to be a father… in around two months… it wasn’t planned. I’m not in a relationship with the mother and as soon as the child is born, I’ll have the sole custody and the mother is out of the picture. Forever."

Silence.

Big eyes.

Confusion.

"That wasn’t what I expected…" Silvia the first to break the silence.

"Now you wish I would’ve signed for Red Bull…" Charles halfheartedly joked, making Silvia’s eyes shot up at him "That wouldn’t be as much of a PR-nightmare for-…"

"Is it really your child? Did you make a paternity test?" she asked.

"We did… it’s mine. That night was a mistake, but the outcome is not. It’s my child."

"This conversation will never leave this room…" Silvia shook her head "You would be swarmed by the media. The Heartbreak Prince a single dad? Which of his short term lovers did he knock up? No. You and your child would never have any kind of peace for a long time. That’s not how a child should grow up! No one else in the team must know it as well. They are all too talkative. Someone would spill the beans accidentally. This is our secret. Understood?"

"Silvia, I think that’s Charles decision-…" Mia began but he shook his head.

"No. She’s right. It’s the best for us. The best for my child…"

"Okay. Umm- then… congratulations, I guess?" Fred got up, pulling Charles out of his seat, hugging him.

"Thanks." he mumbled and when his team principal let go of him, the two women did the same.

"You don’t want to know why I’ll be raising my child alone? Why the mother-…"

"No. You have your reasons. That’s all we need to know." Fred replied and Charles nodded slowly "So in 2 months? Around… Baku?"

"Will you take a break? Or what’s your plan?" Mia asked.

"I continue, like before. My mum and brothers will help me. I will spend as much time as possible at home during the races, so please, don’t make me attend too many sponsor events. Just the really important and necessary ones." Charles looked at Silvia who nodded.

"That can be arranged, Carlos can take over. And for the rest… we’ll figure it out. One step at the time." she said writing something down in her notebook, Mia and Fred nodding in agreement.

"We find a way to make this work."

"Thanks, I really appreciate it." Charles meant what he said.

He felt relieved that his team was taking the news so well and were keen to help him with his new task at hand. Maybe he could make it. Have it all. His career and his child. Become a world champion and a father.

22 April 2023:

A new life began at 3:27 in the morning at the Princess Grace Hospital in Monaco. As Charles saw his daughter for the very first time he knew, he would do everything to protect her, no matter what.

"We’ll take her, clean her up and check her through. You can stay with your girlfriend." the nurse told him and he pressed out a smile.

Girlfriend. No, she wasn’t his girlfriend. She was the mother of his daughter. Not more. Not less. The mother who wished to leave the hospital as soon as possible. Leave her daughter behind and never look back although Charles had tried everything to make her change her mind. He took one last deep breath before he knocked on the door.

"Come in." after he heard the faint voice he opened the door and walked inside.

"She’s healthy. They’re cleaning her up and checking her through and then bringing her back down…" Charles said, looking at the exhausted girl "It’s not too late, Alessia. You can still-…"

"No. I told you I don’t want to see it. I don’t want to hold it. I don’t want it, Charles." Alessia groaned and he nodded "Are the lawyers here?"

"They’re outside."

"Bring them in. I want this to be over. Once and for all." she said and Charles nodded again, walking outside.

"You can come in." he said to the awaiting lawyers who followed him back into the room.

"Let’s get this over with." the new mother said looking expectantly at her lawyer.

"Right, as discussed, Miss Bonetti will hand over the sole custody of the child to Mr. Leclerc. He will be recorded as father on the birth certificate. The child will have Mr. Leclerc’s last name." the lawyer said, looking at his client who nodded.

"Further, as Miss Bonetti stated she wants nothing to do with the child, we’ve prepared a NDA for your client to sign." Charles lawyer said, looking at the girl and her lawyer "My client will sign one as well, agreeing to never contact or mention Miss Bonetti. No one will know that the child is hers."

"What’s a NDA?" Alessia asked.

"A nondisclosure agreement. With signing it, you’re not allowed to talk about this whole situation with anyone. You can’t mention that you had a child." her lawyer explained.

"We’ve gone a step further with our demands."

"A step further? This wasn’t discussed beforehand!"

"Your client asked for a compensation. Mr. Leclerc paid for all medical bills, accommodation over the past 7 months, living expenses, maternity clothing, everything. Your client still demands a compensation for her inconvenience of being pregnant. Therefore my client agreed to pay the compensation, but on our terms."

"What terms?" the girl asked and looked at the Ferrari driver.

"You said you don’t want her. You want nothing to do with her. You want to be out of here and never look back. You want me to keep quiet about you being her mother. I gave you many chances to change your mind, you declined. You want to walk out of her life. Fine. But then you walk out forever. I want you to agree that you also never contact me, us, mention me or her and most importantly never tell anybody about our night together. It never happened. You don’t want this. Then it never happened. You were never pregnant. You and I. We don’t know each other. Not in the past. Not now. Never in the future. Today will be the last time we ever see each other." Charles said, his voice wavering.

"This means, if you ever change your mind, you can’t reach out. You sign away your right to see your daughter ever again." her lawyer said looking at her "You might want to think about that again, you’re exhausted? Maybe too vulnerable to make this decision just yet."

The young mother sat up and leaned forward, taking the NDA together with the declaration of custody out of her lawyers hands and took the pen from the side table.

"Where do I sign?" she asked.

"Here. And here. And here. And on the last page." her lawyer showed her the dotted lines in the documents, all pre signed by Charles, who took the NDA from the girls lawyer looking at it.

"The notary will be here any minute. He will certify the documents and from then on, this all never happened."

Charles got up and looked outside, when it knocked, expecting the notary. But there stood the nurse from earlier, holding his little bundle of joy.

"How’s Mummy? She wants to hold her little sunshine?" she asked as Charles stepped out onto the hallway, closing the door behind him.

"No, she’s… she’s not her mother." he took the little girl in his arms, cradling her to his chest "I mean-… umm she is but… no. She has only me."

"Oh. Okay. Well, we umm… we’ll talk then to her, she needs to be fed in the next hour…" the nurse said and Charles looked at her.

"I have formula? She- she won’t breastfeed her."

"I talk to the moth-… I talk to Miss Alessia. She can pump the-… I’ll talk to her. Here. You can rest with your little one in here." she opened up the door across the hallway, switching the light on.

Charles followed her inside, sitting down in the armchair.

"One last thing. Newborn babys love skin to skin contact. She’s a little squirming around, that’ll help."

"Take my shirt off?" Charles asked and the nurse nodded, taking the little girl out of his arms and he did as told, before the nurse opened up the blanket, wrapped around the newborn.

"Here. Hold her like before, just on your bare skin. Lean back. And let her hear your heartbeat. I’ll be back with some milk. And something to eat and drink for the new dad, you look exhausted. My name is Claudia, if you need anything, push the button." Claudia smiled and left the room.

He closed his eyes for a moment, his emotions threatened to overwhelm him. He was a father now. A 25 year old single father, whose job it was to race around the world.

"Charles? It’s done. All documents are signed, the notary certified it all. They will bring Alessia to a different ward, she’ll stay here for 2 more days, so she can pump some more milk, then she’ll be discharged." his lawyer said, walking inside the quiet room.

"She will be gone? Forever? She has no right to ever contact me? Us? She’s only mine?" he asked.

"Yes. She signed away all her rights."

"How’s that even possible? She gave birth to her? She’s her child? How can she sign away everything?"

"I explained it to you. It works like at an adoption… she is her birth mother. Not more. Not less. By signing the NDA it’s like she never existed in your life. And vice versa."

"It’s just me and her?" Charles whispered, looking down at his most prized possession.

"It’s just you and her…" his lawyer nodded "In the coming days I’ll also take care of the hospital staff. It was only Claudia, the nurse, one of the doctors and the lady from administration, who filled out the birth certificate, who know that you’re involved in this. I’ll make them sign a NDA as well. No one will know about this unless you want to."

"Thank you, really. You thought of everything…" Charles mumbled, eyes trained on his daughter’s beautiful face.

"Yeah well, that’s my job… do you want me to call your mum? I’m sure she can’t wait to meet her granddaughter."

"Yeah… that would be good. Thanks." he still didn’t look up from his little angels face.

"Alright. The nurse will be back soon with a bottle for her." his lawyer was about to leave when Charles finally looked up at her.

"Is it enough? What I offered her? Will she be okay?" he almost felt guilty asking this question, like he paid the mother of his child to leave their life.

"You were more than generous, Charles. The amount of money you paid her is more than enough. She’ll be just fine." she smiled as she left.

He sighed and leaned back. In the quiet room, his precious daughter sleeping on his chest, he thought about his life almost a year ago, when he and his girlfriend of one year Charlotte broke up. It wasn’t like he didn’t love her. It was more like he didn’t love her enough, the way she deserved to be loved. She was a great girl. A good friend. But it wasn’t enough. He wanted an all consuming love. A love that made his heart beat faster, whenever he saw that special person. A love that made him crave for more and more. A love that would make him go crazy, in a good way. A love he knew would be his to hold dear and cherish for the rest of his days. That wasn’t Charlotte. And before her it wasn’t Marie. And before her it wasn’t Juliette. And before her it wasn’t Giada. The media didn’t call him the Heartbreak Prince for nothing. The Formula 1 driver who went through relationships like others went through their underwear. A messed up race and a drunk one night stand later, Charles knew they were right. But he also knew one thing for sure. This cycle was ending now. He had a daughter now. She would be his all consuming love. She would be the one he would hold dear and cherish for the rest of his days.

No more Heartbreak Prince.

Chapter 4 - Welcome on this planet, baby girl! Charles strikes me as the cutest girl dad 👉👈 I just had to make him one again 🙈

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Young Love and Old Money (Cassian x Female! Reader) Part 13

Young Love and Old Money Masterlist

AN: This is more of a filler chapter before shit gets fucking wild in the next one. I'm telling you I'm so pumped for the next chapter ahhhhh! It's not super exciting but I hope you all enjoy it! If you're new here from The Prophecy... Hi!🥰🖤

Summary: She was the most beautiful woman in Prythian, sister to the High Lord of Night, and now she is the soon-to-be wife of Eris Vanserra. Despite her many titles and her aura of unattainability, Cassian can't help but fall deeply in love with the princess of the Night Court. But will it be enough to stop her impending wedding to a man who is sure to destroy her from the inside out?

Warnings: Mentions of under the mountain and what Eris did

Word Count: 5,338

Rhys POV: 

I had finally allowed myself to hope. 

The circumstances of which I had granted myself that hope was��well… unpleasant. I would never wish Feyre to be under duress for any reason, but it did bring her into my court for good. When Mor came back with her I had never felt so relieved. I wanted to say that I couldn’t believe that Tamlin would lock her up like that, but I would be lying to myself. 

It wasn’t the first time she had been to Velaris. Once I saw the state she was in at the wedding, too thin, too pale, I started calling in the bargain. I saw her improving dramatically since I started doing so, pink lining her cheeks, muscles building on her arms. She had yet to meet anyone but Mor. Y/n had been dying to meet my mate, but I didn’t want to overwhelm Feyre. She was still learning what it meant to be fae, still getting used to her new life, and still learning to trust me. 

“So you are both High Fae and Illyrian?” Feyre asks, messing with the leftover food on her plate. 

“Yes, my mother was Illyrian and my father was High Fae. That is why I can summon Illyrian wings when I want to.” I answered her question truthfully. I knew that no matter what I wanted to be honest with her, let her see every dark part of me and choose to love me anyways, I owed her that. 

“Were they mates?” she inquires further. 

“Yes they were,” I replied, secretly hanging on every word she said. I tried my best to act aloof, but when she was here? In my home? It was hard to keep my cool. 

“How do you know someone is your mate?” she queries and my heart drops. 

I know that she is talking about Tamlin in her own subtle way, wondering if the High Lord of Spring is her mate. 

“You don’t always know right away, take Kallias and Viviane, they didn’t know they were mates until they were married,” I explained to her, I watched her face lighten, no doubt thinking that there was still a chance for her and Tamlin. 

“I’ve never met a set of mates before,” she said with a hint of longing, like if she could just set eyes on a pair it might ease her mind.

“Would you like to?” My words slipped out before I could think of the implications of them. 

Her eyes flitted up in amusement and I swore I melted at her lighthearted gaze, “I would.” she said.

“My younger sister, y/n. She’s mates with my general, Cassian. We can go and see them if you would like.” I say thinking about how excited y/n will be to finally meet the cursebreaker.

“I would like that very much,” Feyre smiled. 

I stood and walked with Feyre to the edge of the property outside the townhouse. It wasn’t the first time I had flown with her, but I could still tell she was apprehensive of the height. I took the fastest route to The House of Wind and made sure to fly like I was holding my mothers china. Feyre was far from breakable, she was strong enough to withstand just about anything. But that didn’t mean I was going to be someone who challenged that strength, not like Tamlin did. When we arrived at the huge mansion I could feel the female's eyes glancing over the exterior in awe. 

“This is another one of my homes, but I tend to stay in the townhouse. My little sister and Cassian live here with Azriel.” I say opening the door for her. 

“It’s beautiful,” she breathed, her eyes taking in every single detail.

I try to pry into y/n and Cassian’s mental shields but I’m met with nothing. They were here though, their scents lingered in the library we passed on the way to Cassian’s room. I knock on the door and I’m met with silence.

“Cassian? Y/n?” I call out hoping for some sort of answer but hear nothing once more. 

As Feyre looks at me expectantly I weigh my options, which would make my sister angrier? Waking her up to meet Feyre or not waking her up to meet Feyre?  I let out a shallow breath and chose the latter, opening the door to reveal a giant heap of limbs. 

“Oh I didn’t know they were asleep,” Feyre said, moving away. 

“Don’t worry about it, y/n will have my head if I don’t introduce you two,” I laugh walking into the dark room, Feyre trailing behind me.

When I approach the bed I can’t even see my little sister, her body covered entirely by Cassian’s wing. The only indication that she’s even there is her small hand peeking out from under it and a tendril of hair on the pillow.   

“I thought you said that Illyrians were protective of their wings?” Feyre whispered, clearly questioning why Cass’ wing was draped over y/n. 

“They are,” I whisper back. “But she’s his mate. He would rather have his wings shredded than have anything happen to her.” I say fondly. I had to admit, while I was still getting used to Cassian and my little sister being together, it was nice to not have to worry about her safety as much. Anyone who dared to harm her would have to face Cassian. Gods spare that poor fool. 

“Even in his sleep?” she asked in a hushed tone. 

“Especially in his sleep,” I laugh, moving to shake my sister's hand, trying to wake her. 

The second I grasp that small hand to shake it awake Cassian’s eyes fly open and the next thing I know there’s a dagger aimed at my throat and a murderous gaze thrown my way. 

“Easy Cass it’s just me,” I chuckle as I hear Feyre gasping and taking a step back. 

“Cauldron Rhys you scared the shit out of me,” Cassian sighed lowering the dagger, beside him my sister stirred. 

“Cass what’s going on?” she asked, her voice laced with sleep. 

“Nothing princess, it's just Rhys,” he answered, smoothing her hair out of her face. It was strange to see my war general so docile and domestic. 

“And Feyre Archeron,” I corrected as Feyre took a step further. “Why don’t you two wake up and meet us outside.” I laugh leading Feyre towards the door. 

Behind me I can hear Cass gently explaining to a very tired y/n what’s going on. 

y/n’s POV: 

“Do you think she saw me?” I ask frantically putting on my dress.

My older brother had just ambushed me with his mate and the first time she saw me might’ve been with a bed head. I was angry with him for waking me, but I would’ve been more pissed if he hadn’t done so, not when I wanted to meet the cursebreaker so badly. 

“I’m sure she did,” Cassian chuckled, strapping his daggers to his side, no doubt going to train when this is over. 

“Ugh,” I sigh, running a brush through my hair. “I probably looked awful.” I sigh, setting down the brush. 

I see Cassian walking up to me through the mirror. He wraps his arms around my waist and places a kiss on my shoulder, sending reassurance and affection down the bond.

“I don’t think you’ve ever looked awful a day in your life, princess.” he smiled into my shoulder. 

“You have to say that you’re my mate,” I laughed, turning in his arms. 

“And your husband don’t forget that title too,” he says, tilting my chin up to meet his warm gaze. 

“How could I ever forget that, husband.” I smile, pecking his lips.

Without another word Cassian and I walk hand in hand down the hallway to where Rhys and Feyre are sitting in the living room. I take a moment to survey their body language. While my brother leans on his knees, seemingly drinking in every breath and movement Feyre has to offer, the cursebreaker sits stiffly on the couch. I make eye contact with my brother and he stands immediately.

“Feyre darling I would like to introduce you to Cassian, the general of my armies and y/n, my little sister,” Rhys says proudly gesturing to the two of us. 

Feyre turns to see us and I swear my heart stops. The last time I saw the female she was prone on the floor underneath the mountain. Every High Lord had sacrificed a bit of power to save her. Becoming high fae seemed to suit her.

“Hello Feyre, it's an honor to meet you,”  I smile. 

“The honor is all mine,” she says timidly, giving a slight bow. “I’ve heard stories of your beauty before. Tamiln and Lucien used to talk about you a lot, I never believed them but now I see they were right.” 

“Oh really?” Cassian inquired brisling at her words and I considered elbowing him in the ribs. 

“You flatter me too much, Feyre.” I say and look to change the subject. “How are you liking Velaris so far?”

“I like it very much, it’s beautiful here.” she says looking around the townhouse. “Rhysand says that you and Cassain are mates?”

“We are, we just had our mating ceremony and our wedding last month,” I say happily. Cauldron, had it already been a month?

“Congratulations to the both of you,” she smiled stiffly.

“I was just about to take a walk through the city, there’s a pastry shop down there that makes croissants stuffed with this delicious chocolate and hazelnut filling. Would you like to join?” I ask, my brother gave me a weary eye, but I shrugged him off. What Feyre needed was a friend, a female friend that is, and I was more than happy to jump at the opportunity. 

“I would like that,” she smiles, the blue in her eyes lighting up ever so slightly. “May I walk with your sister oh so powerful high lord?” Feyre turned to Rhys, sarcasm dripping from her voice. 

Rhys barked out a laugh, one I hadn’t heard in quite some time, “Feyre darling I told you that you are not my prisoner, you may take the air with my sister if it pleases you.” he says gesturing to me.  

“Well then shall we?” the cursebreaker asked me. 

I couldn’t help but let out a small giggle as I looped my arm in hers, I had a feeling she and I were going to be fast friends. 

“You’re right this is incredible,” Feyre’s words were nearly inaudible as flakes of pastry fell from her mouth. 

“I know right? I’ve been going there once a week for years. Well sort of…when I was growing up I wasn’t allowed to leave the house. My parents were weird and feared my beauty would be too tempting for males. So they locked me up tight and threw away the key. Rhys used to bring me these pastries all the time, he was my only real window to the outside world.” I divulge, almost regretting telling her so much until I remember how she came to be here in Velaris. 

“So you haven’t really seen the other courts then have you?” she asks, wiping some chocolate from the corner of her mouth. 

“I actually have,” I smile finishing the last bite of my treat. “When Rhys learned to fly the first thing he did was come and get me and take me to a candy shop. From that day forward he snuck me out whenever he got the chance, that’s how I know Tamlin and Lucien. It never sat right with my brother, what my parents did to me,” I continue, hoping to show a side of Rhys that I knew he would never offer up himself. 

Feyre continued walking beside me, for a moment there was silence, as if she was considering my story, comparing it with hers. If she had something to say about Rhys she didn’t divulge, instead turning the conversation to other matters.

“Can I ask about you and your mate?” she queries. “I’m not sure if it’s a personal subject or not, I’m not well versed in the customs of fae.” 

“Ask anything you like, I assure you I have no problem talking about my mate,” I laugh thinking of Cassian’s smiling face now. 

Feyre gives a subtle laugh, “How did you know he was your mate?” she says, turning her head to read my expression as we further walked down the Sidra, seemingly clinging on my every word just like Rhys had clinged to hers. 

“Well Cassian knew first, I didn’t know until much later,” I start recalling the moment the bond snapped, the joy followed by pure terror. “I was set to marry Eris Vanserra, an arrangement made by our fathers a long time ago. When Rhys and I returned from under the mountain we both grew apart as we were both processing what had happened in our own way. He found the arrangement in my fathers things and thought that we could use the Autumn Court’s armies if Hybern should come to call, and after he saved me under the mountain I didn’t want to say no.” 

“He saved you, yet you were still down there?” Feyre asked, and I paused for a moment. Rhys had not told her the conditions of his servitude. 

“You don’t know?” I ask to make sure. If Rhys didn’t explain to his mate why he took the actions he did, it would be a great disservice to both him and his character, one I would rectify.

“Know what?” she asked clearly not seeing the big deal as she finished off her own croissant. 

“The only reason Rhys was Amarantha’s whore was because of me,” I start, feeling the shame seep in. “When we first arrived under the mountain he was able to keep me hidden, but then Hybern paid a visit and he wanted to take me for his wife. Rhys begged Amarantha not to let him take me, she agreed on the condition that he would come to her bed willingly.”  

“I-I had no idea,” the cursebreaker stuttered as her eyes zoned out on something far away. 

“It’s not something he and I talk about much, but it’s for that reason I chose to marry Eris, to try  and repay his sacrifice. However, Eris was cruel, he hurt me and assaulted me, I was nothing more than a pet to him. Cassian was the one to take me back and forth to the Autumn Court during our courtship and I fell in love with him. One night we couldn’t stay away any longer and I found myself in his bed. I knew I couldn’t end the courtship with Eris without bargaining for armies so I kept our relationship a secret.” 

“That must’ve been torture,” Feyre gasped her eyes finally finding me. 

“It was,” I nodded. “I didn’t know we were mates, and I ended up finding out the day of the wedding, but it was too late. I married Eris to save Velaris and Cassian was banished from Autumn. That night Eris found out I was impure, he dumped me over the Autumn court border and left me to die. If it wasn’t for the bond Cassian never would have found me.” I finished telling the story. 

“I- I’m sorry that you had to go through those things. That you came to be with Cassian under such hard circumstances.” she says, as if she doesn’t trust her own words. “But things are better now right? You’re safe?” 

I let out a light hearted laugh, trying to keep the conversation from veering anywhere dark, “I’ve never been safer. Eris is out of the picture now that my brother and Cassian have chased him out of town. Now it’s just Cassian and I in our newly mated bliss.” I smile. 

“I can see how anyone would run from Rhys,” Feyre rolls her eyes dramatically. 

A warm chuckle rumbles through my chest, one so infectious it finds Feyre’s lips too, “I know my brother can be a bit of an ass sometimes. But give him a chance, he might be the king of sarcasm, but underneath all that he truly cares.” I tell her, bumping into her shoulder playfully. 

“I suppose I can try, at least I know I have you now,” she smiles looking across the way at a nearby vendor. 

My heart smiles at her words. 

At least I have you.

My mission was complete. I was able to get her to trust me, to feel like she had a friend in me. Maybe, just maybe, her knowing that there was someone else on her side would bring her closer to Rhys, maybe I could finally find a way to repay the sacrifice my brother gave for me. 

I swing the wooden sword down at Cassian’s, the hard impact of them meeting causing a grunt to leave my lips. The hot sun beat down on us as we spared as best we could. He could easily beat me if he wanted to, I was still a beginner after all,  but he never made me feel like I was inferior. We had been out here for over an hour, the evidence of it being seen on my sweaty fighting leathers. My second set, to be exact. Once my first set got dirty and sweaty Cassian bought me another so I didn’t have to wash them so often. 

I had no clue where he got them, but somehow these were even more beautiful than the last set. My mate even got me a Illyrian steel corset that would keep me from being lacerated, as well as metal bracers to protect my wrists. At first they took some getting used to, the weight of them a new feeling, but now they were like a second skin. 

“Sword high princess,” Cassian instructed me as I felt the weight of the wooden sword start to bring my arm down. 

“It's heavy!” I protest swinging at him again, this time with both hands on the hilt to hit him harder, even though he told me not to do that.

His sword clashes with mine and in one swoop he uses his wooden blade to raise my own. My hands were high above my head as he stood inches from me. 

“I know it’s heavy just wait until you wield a real sword,” he says, placing a kiss on my nose, taunting me. “And don’t use both hands, in real combat you’ll have a shield as well, you’ll need to be able to use that sword with one hand.” 

I let out a low growl before stepping on his foot, earning a groan from him as he didn’t see it coming. My sword sits heavy in my hands as I swing it, knocking his legs out from under him and using my shoulder as extra force to put him on the ground. He lies on his back below me, wooden sword tumbling from his hand. I see him reach for it and lightly press the toe of my boot into his wrist and lower myself on top of him, placing the pretend blade to his throat.    

Cassian’s hazel eyes look up at me in pure awe and amusement and something I had only ever seen from him, pride. 

“Is it bad that this is turning me on right now?” he barked out a laugh causing me to break my menacing stare. 

I snort at his words, letting up the pressure I had on his arms in the process, “Cass you ruin everything!” I laughed, tossing my sword to the side and shifting my foot off his wrist so that I sat fully on his stomach. 

“You call it ruining the moment, I say I’m making it better,” he smirks as his hands find my hips. 

The Lord of Bloodshed leans up to place a passionate kiss on my lips. My hands find either of his cheeks needing him closer to me than he already is. As his tongue swipes my bottom lip and enters my mouth I let out a small moan that has him shifting beneath me. 

“Really guys on the training mat? Is nowhere sacred anymore?” Azriel’s causes us both to nearly jump out of our skin. 

“Cauldron Az,” Cassian curses, putting a hand over his heart like it might’ve stopped. “Enough with the spymaster shit you scared the piss out of me.” 

A smirk tugged at Azriel’s lips, “You deserved it,” he remarked, going to wrap his hands. 

I shift my weight off Cassian and stand offering him my hand. He takes it, even though he’s twice my size and if he truly used my help I would end up on the ground again.  

“You’re getting better princess,” Azriel praised me. “I’d say it’s time you wield a steel sword instead of a wooden one.” 

“Maybe,” Cass warns, dusting himself off. “The last thing I need is you slicing yourself open.” he said to me.

“What afraid I’ll mar my pretty skin?” I tease rocking back and forth on my toes, remembering how Cassian all but worshiped me last night, claiming that the stories of my rose petal soft skin were true. 

“No I’m afraid that you’ll accidentally bleed out on me,” he replies, flicking my nose. 

Azriel chuckles beside us, “You’re far too protective of your mate brother, she can handle a real sword if she can handle your ass.” he taunts. 

“You forget that if anything were to happen to her Rhys would have my head,” Cassian rolls his eyes, placing our swords back on the rack behind him. 

“I suppose you’re right, but she has to start sometime.” Az shrugs, finishing the wrappings on his hands. “Alright princess who you got today?” he asked me. 

I let out a laugh as our new tradition reared its head again. For weeks now after Cass trained me Azriel would come down and they would spar. I would always gamble on who would win the first match, sometimes I would win, sometimes I would lose, it was all in great fun. But lately the boys had been taking it much more seriously and I couldn’t help but laugh at them and call them “Illyrian babies”. 

“Hmmm,” I said, pretending to think. “Considering I just handed Cassian his ass I think you’ve got this one Azriel.”

“Pfft in his dreams,” Cassian scoffs, ripping off his shirt. Azriel copies the motion and I can’t help but feel my cheeks heat at the sweaty males in front of me.  

“Then let’s raise the stakes then,” Azriel boasts. “I win, y/n trains with steel tomorrow” 

“You’re on,” Cassian taunts as he squares up. “Baby, I hope you aren’t prone to splinters because you’re going to be getting them for a while.”

Azriel took two steps back towards me, “Wanna give me some good luck?” he asked with a cheeky grin.

I laughed and gave the shadow singer a playful kiss on the cheek. 

“Now we’re talking,” Azriel laughed, flipping his swords in his hands. 

“Oh you’re a dead male where you stand,” Cassian smirked.

In an instant they were a storm of steel. If it had been a real fight I’m sure wisps of cobalt and crimson power would be among that twister of metal. But their rule was no siphons when training.  In a weird way it was beautiful the way they fought. During the training sessions with Cass I had come to learn that fighting was much like dancing, it was about anticipating your enemies next movement. Knowing where to step when, how to move your feet. 

They were both evenly matched in every way. Even though I spent every day pretending to think about who might win I never truly knew. It was always a guess, or a gut feeling. So far I had bet mostly on Cassian, for obvious reasons, but whenever I put my money on Azriel he seemed to show up. 

As I watched them deflecting eachothers blows and grunting with the sheer force of striking and blocking, I couldn’t help but wonder if I would ever be as good as them. If I would ever be able to truly fight and win against the warriors. 

My thoughts were interrupted when I saw Azriel’s back hit the ground, his wing being pinned underneath him. Cassian stood above him, chest heaving and pointing his sword at the shadowsingers neck. 

“Do you yield?” Cassian asked out of breath. 

Azriel simply held up his hand to ask his brother for a lift up, silently admitting defeat. Cass took it and hauled the spymaster up in one heave. 

I clapped my hands slowly as Cass walked over to me knowing that this is when I typically took my leave to wash up for dinner.

“It was a good match,” I smiled at my mate trying to hide my disappointment about not being able to train with real swords yet.

Cass slid his fingers under my chin and tilted it up so he could place a goodbye kiss on my lips, “You’ll train with steel tomorrow,” he smiled before returning to his own training. 

I gave an enthusiastic whoop before retreating to The House of Wind to clean up and prepare for dinner with Feyre and Rhys. 

Months Later…

It had finally happened. Feyre had found out that Rhys was her mate and she wasn’t taking it well at all. 

Rhys was distraught when he found me in the library reading. He told me what had happened, from the ambush, to the Suriel telling Feyre about the bond. I honestly spent most of the time being surprised that the cursebreaker had been able to find the Suriel in the first place. My brother told me that his mate sat in the old cabin in the Illyrian mountains and I knew instantly that I needed to see her. 

I had watched the two of them come alive for each other these past few months. Saw Feyre become stronger and more sure of herself. Watched my brother turn back into the male he was when we were just kids. I had befriended the Archeron girl all the while, offering her comfort when I could, as we shared many of the same experiences, being locked up, being in an abusive relationship, being under the mountain…

I ran to Cassian asking him to fly me to the cabin and he did so without a second thought. He saw the panic in my eyes, the need to be there with her, to offer her some sort of comfort. Because as if fate had intertwined us we now shared another experience… being the last to know about our mating bonds. 

As Cassian landed in the snow outside the cabin I wished I had brought more furs. The wind ripped around me, chilling me to the bone. I shook off the memories of being thrown into the Winter Court and marched my way up to the cabin door giving it a knock. 

Feyre opened the cabin door dressed in breeches and a thick sweater, her hands and face covered in paint. 

“I can leave if you would like some privacy, I just wanted to check on you,” I say earnestly trying to keep my teeth from chattering. 

Feyre’s blue eyes look to me and then back to Cassian who stands a few yards away. “Come on in, I could use a friend.” she said quietly and my heart warmed at the word ‘friend’.

I nod to Cassian who takes off into the sky before stepping into the cabin. The warmth of the raging fire immediately heats my cheeks and I discard my furs onto a nearby chair. It had been years since I had been back here. We used to spend solstice here, just the four of us. Of course that was before mother and father died, and I hadn’t been back since. 

I look around and gasped. All over the walls Feyre had painted our eyes, my family's eyes. Each so distinct I could name each one. Amren and Mors, Azriel’s, Rhys’ distinct violet, and at the end, Cassian and I’s painted together. 

“These are beautiful,” I say in awe, looking over each set again. 

“I just needed something to get my mind off things,” she sighed, collecting the paints in a box. 

There was a moment of silence as I tried to let her decide where she wanted the conversation to go. She closed the box with a sigh and then turned to me. 

“Did you know?” she inquired, her eyes flickered with hope and I realized she prayed that I was just as in the dark as she was, that she wasn’t alone in this. 

My heart dropped and her eyes faltered as she heard the answer in my hesitation. “I wanted so badly to tell you, but I knew it wasn’t my place to say anything, it was between you and Rhys.” I say sitting on the floor by the fire. 

“I understand why you didn’t say anything but I wish someone had told me,” she says solemnly before joining me on the rug. 

“Believe me I wanted someone to tell me too,” I chuckle as I lean forward more soaking up the heat of the flames. 

Her eyes shoot to me as she seems to remember how I was in the same situation not too long ago, “When you found out Cassian was your mate, that he had kept the bond a secret from you, were you upset with him?” she asked. 

I cocked my head trying to remember what I felt that day in the Autumn Court, “Honestly it happened so fast that I can’t remember what I was feeling exactly, but I know I wasn’t angry,” I chuckled. “I had loved Cass long before I ever said it. He kept the bond from me because he thought he was taking a weight off my shoulders. He didn’t want me to feel like I had to choose between my mate and my court. I wish I would’ve known, it would’ve saved me a world of trouble because I would’ve chosen him no questions asked. But I understand he had his reasons for keeping it from me.” 

Feyre gave a shallow nod, signaling that she had heard me. “But why didn’t Rhys tell me?” she asked, her words desperate and I wasn’t sure if it was a question I could answer.

“I don’t know for sure.” I said honestly. “But I do know this, Rhys has spent his whole life believing he is a monster because of the front he has to put on for others. I think sometimes he forgets why he puts on that front, to protect his people and his family.” 

I take a deep breath wondering if I should continue but I can’t stop the overflow of words coming from me, “I think he didn’t want you to feel shackled to a monster. All you’ve ever known is the darker parts of him, he wanted to give you a chance to let you know the good parts, then let you decide for yourself,” I place my hand on her arm and her eyes snap to mine. “All I can say is that Rhys wouldn’t keep it from you if he didn’t have a good reason. You don’t have to hear him out today, tomorrow or even next week. But I think you should at some point, if only to give yourself the peace of mind of knowing the full story.” 

Feyre nods again, grabbing my hand and squeezing it tight, “I’m really glad you’re here,” she confessed, her eyes going glassy. 

“Anything for you Archeron,” I smile, feeling my eyes glass over too.

I'm so fucking excited for the next chapter I'm buzzin' guys...

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Needy

pairings : Roman Reigns x Black/Shy Reader

plot : you are having a calm night in while roman is on the road. while watching one of his matches, you start to get hot and bothered. Unbeknownst to you, he's already come back from his trip.

wc : 1,800~

x : a drabble I came up with a few days ago. shouts out to the lovely @harmshake for motivating me to post this / excuse any errors that you see :( I've practically been writing all day.

In all honesty, you weren’t a needy person. “I never need, I always want” was the motto that your friends came up with that perfectly describes you. You’ve always taken what you got and never complained, no matter the circumstances. Sure, you knew your boundaries and what you loved to see, hear, and experience. But you never found yourself asking for more of someone or something. So you questioned yourself on why you were lying in your bed, lightly massaging your folds, trying to string together incoherent thoughts and words, with the image of Roman replacing all thoughts in your mind.

Let's back track

It’s a calm Friday afternoon. You finally got a day off from your job, and you weren’t going to do jack. shit. Instead of being productive, your day is filled with the smell of popcorn, and the large tv in your living room playing a show you kept promising your friend you’d give a try. You took the time you had to catch up on everything, in fact. You already decided that this whole weekend would be you catching up on shows and anime you are majorly behind on. Meanwhile, Roman is still on the road with his cousin and the wiseman, which is something that you grew used to. He was scheduled to come back on Sunday, so you were left with an empty house. You loved the off chances you got an empty house though. But your mind couldn’t help but think about how he’s been doing. Which led to you going on peacock and rewatching his crown jewel match with LA Knight. You were always his number one supporter. You honestly loved watching your man work, commanding and demanding with every step inside the ring. 

You can’t help yourself as your eyes drift over his bronzed torso. His broad shoulders, his beautiful arms, and his sturdy hands. You observed him as he took his time toying with his opponent and the audience, always flashing his irresistible smirk. You find yourself shifting on the couch to get comfortable, and fidgeting with your ring, trying to give your hands something to do. As soon as you get comfortable and lift your head to look at the screen, Roman has Knight in a headlock while smugly smiling and saying “I call the shots. I call the shots baby.” Your thighs unconsciously rub together at his baritone voice. You missed hearing his voice. On the other side of the house, next to you on the couch, directly in your ear. Of course you miss him. You couldn’t go a day without missing his presence, his hypnotizing and tempting presence.

Your hands slowly rub your thighs as you watch the match transpire. You adjusted yourself one last time, letting your thighs part under your fur blanket. You tease yourself by running your hands from your knee to your inner thigh, never taking your eyes off the screen. You didn’t dare to look away. An exhale you didn’t know you were holding exited you as your fingers slowly ghosted over your clothed heat. You continue letting your fingers lightly feather against your core, until your finger presses against your shorts, resulting in a small gasp. You started to make your way to your pulsing clit, rubbing yourself through your shorts. Your hips move and grind to match the pace you were setting, along with small mewls and whimpers that left your mouth while roman raised his title in front of the crowd. You always found it sexy when he did anything with his title. Him swinging his belt, him showing it off by raising it above his head, him caressing and adjusting it. Hell, even him just putting it on did something to you.

Your right hand stayed busy on your clit while your left hand trailed up your body to your breasts. Softly kneeling them and pinching your nipples, like he would. You wanted to call him. see him, hear him, anything. You felt around the couch for your phone and clicked his contact to facetime him. Your phone laid propped up on your coffee table decor while you impatiently waited for your sexy ass man to answer. 

Facetime Failed

Fuck

You reached out to call again, but you stopped yourself. You figured there was a good reason why he wasn’t picking up. He was always one to answer his phone. To say the least, you were horny. Honestly embarrassed that seeing him in a match made you such a mess. You grabbed your phone and pranced upstairs to your room. You settled comfortably in your shared bed while you picked up where you left off. You didn’t even need the tv to encourage you anymore. You were already imagining what he was going to do to you when he got home. How his calloused hands would caress you gently before pinning you to the bed. How he would lick and suck every inch of your body. The daydreams in your head made you dizzy with arousal. The first time you ever felt needy. To say that you wanted him was an understatement. You needed him here, laying beside you, touching you, kissing you, fucking you. 

Your hands worked to pull your shorts and your panties off, discarding them somewhere around the room. Your fingers impatiently rubbed your clit and massaged your slick folds. Soft moans occupy the space around you, making the tension in the room rise. Your fingers gravitate to your pussy and easily slips through your folds. Your hands are already setting the pace that makes you go crazy, as you could no longer try to stay quiet. A second finger is added and your hips buck to meet your fingers halfway. “mmmh fuck”, Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you go faster, using your other hand to rub your aching clit. You were already so worked up, that you could cum at any moment. “aaahh- oh shit!” You tease yourself, playing with the place and adding little slaps to your clit, just like he does. Your stomach starts to tighten, and your well formed words become babbles and whines. Normally you would be ashamed that you got to this point all by yourself, but you didn’t care. You craved this feeling more than anything, and you were willing to chase it. “oooohhh- fuck i miss you babbyy. uughh shit i’m cominngg!” Your back arches off the mattress as you feel yourself getting close. Your body starts to shake and your pussy tightens around your fingers as you cum. A mix of screams and whines leave your mouth as you start to feel high from the orgasm you just had. Your chest visibly rises up and down, desperately trying to catch your breath.

“Damn mama, you miss me that badly?” A voice that you know too damn well. You quickly sit up and see your husband leaning on the door frame, wearing his irresistible smirk. You’re fumbling to try and cover up what just happened, not knowing it was too late for that. ‘What do I tell him? What lie can I make up that makes sense in this situation?’ Mentally you’re freaking out, but you’re wearing the same surprised  smile since he announced himself. “umm- how are you- you were supposed to be back on sunday- umm- shit, is today sunday?” Your sentence were cutting off one another. You nervously giggled while pretending to look for your phone. To no surprise, he caught your bluff immediately. “Sweetheart, I don't know why you’re shy. I’ve already seen everything under those covers.” He said seductively, walking towards the bed to join you. 

The bed dips as he slides next to you, teasing you with a smile as he closes the gap between you two. “So, what’s got my wife all hot and bothered? hmm?” He chuckles while lightly stroking your face. You almost forget that he asked you a question and melt into his touch. Your eyes shy away from him as you answer “just missed you, that’s all”. His hand comfortably wraps around your neck as he inches closer once more, pulling you into an intoxicating kiss. Your lips moved in harmony with his. It started off gentle, interrupting long kisses with playful pecks. Roman’s grip on your neck loosens and his hands rest on your full hips, pulling you to his body and deepening the kiss. Your arms snake up his body and around his neck, removing all options to back out. His lips trail down to your jaw and slowly inches towards your neck, his warm breath coast over your neck before harshly sucking on your sweet spot. You bit your lip in hopes that you could silence your moans, but roman wasn't having that. Roman’s right hand kept you in place while his left hand snaked down the small of your back down to your plush ass. The combination of him squeezing your ass and sucking on your neck made you go crazy. 

You couldn’t hold back your moans anymore, he was making you feel too good. “Missed hearing you baby.” He said breathily, watching you unwind from his touch. Your leg hooked onto his as you grinded against his length, making a mess on his pants under the sheets. He pulled away to observe the marks he gave you as you stared at him in awe. You could never get over how beautiful he was. His hands slipped under your arms to your back to unhook your bra and pulled it off you to expose your chest. You were completely naked, but felt bold. Your small hands pushed his shoulders down to lay flat on the bed. You took the opportunity to straddle him, tracing down his arms and guiding them around your body, caging you in. Your faces were barely an inch away from each other. You lose yourself in your husband’s facial features, scanning every part of him. You catch eyes lingering on his beard. His salt and pepper beard always caught your attention. He catches you staring at him and you were unable to stop him before he made a smart remark. “You like it?” He smiled, showing off his pearly whites. Your eyes connected with his chocolate ones. You felt needy again, he didn’t have to do much and yet, you felt like you needed more of him. “Like what?” You said, mirroring his smile and lightly giggling. He followed suit, chuckling along with you, his laugh vibrating through his chest. “You’re staring at it like you like it mama.” You felt your heart flutter at the nickname. You were experiencing so many feelings at once. You wanted to make him feel what you were feeling. You wanted to make him feel good. You started to roll your hips against him again, earning a deep groan from him as you kept eye contact with him.

“How ‘bout i show you how much i like it?”

( so I was thinking about making this a part one and a part two. later on, would post the full version of this. I just wanted to post this as my first "long fic". lemme know what you guys want me to write next lovelies 🪴🤎

~ your hippie author )

[forevertoru]

cafe rekindle ~ koshi sugawara x reader

synopsis: after years of living in your hometown after graduation, one last glimpse of your past was enough to motivate you to finally give yourself the fresh start you needed. a new city, a new life. with the help of the people around you, you were able to accomplish your dreams and start your very own cafe. working in your own cafe means you meet lots of people, but one familiar face was enough to make the walls you built up over the years falter. 

chapter synopsis: love isn't always something that'll stay in our lives. accept it or not, people come and go if they see fit. even a picture perfect relationship with a sturdy foundation can come crumbling down. despite the hardships of losing someone you saw as "forever", don't let that stop you from accomplishing your ambition. but even new cities have familiar faces.

notes: i literally have no idea what i'm doing, this is my first time (in a while but we dont talk abt that) writing fanfic.. wish me luck. (wrote this bcuz i was listening to promise by laufey while reading angst fanfics)  

tags: angst (?), fluff (?), elementary school teacher, cafe owner, exes to lovers, second chance romance, slow burn, fem reader-oriented pronouns

warnings: swearing, reader smokes to deal with emotions, talks of mental health

word count: 3780

ch. 1 the end of the beginning & new beginnings

No one ever expects longevity from the relationships in our youth, in fact, it would be foolish to even expect something like that. From grade school, to high school, some would even argue college; it never becomes long term. 

You were always aware of that, so why did you see yourself getting married to the man you spent your high school and college years with?

A silly thought you planted in your brain; but who could blame you? He was the ideal partner. Patient, gentle, understanding, and so much more — even though you were still young and didn’t have much planned for adulthood, you made a vow to never let him go. 

You loved him with every single atom you had in your body, and perhaps you still do. After all, it isn’t easy to forget about a relationship you swore would’ve lasted a lifetime if it were under different circumstances. 

In all honestly, you weren’t quite sure what made you love him the way you did. Maybe it was the fact being around him just felt so.. easy. You never felt like you had to be a different person when you were with him.

To put it simply, he was the person who brought you comfort.

But even so, silly vows you make to yourself don’t really mean anything if you can’t make them a reality. Over the next few months, the happiness you thought would stay in your life forever gradually started to fade, and there was nothing you could do about it.

You know he didn't mean to fall out of love, at least that's what you wanted to believe. Not a bone in your body wanted to make him seem like a bad person, not when you still had so much love and respect for him.

Days before the breakup, you noticed he seemed a bit… different. He stopped holding your hands, stopped bringing you lunch, he couldn’t even bring himself to look you in the eyes. Yes, they were little things, yet, you still managed to notice them. 

You decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, telling yourself, “Maybe studying has him preoccupied” Trying to shake off whatever insecurity you were feeling. Looking back — maybe you should’ve asked him the first day you noticed, maybe then, things would’ve worked out.

ᥫ᭡ .  ˚ 

When you felt his hand wrap around your wrist for the first time in days, guiding you to a place where the two of you could be alone and focus on the soon-to-be conversation, you knew it was the end of the relationship you tried desperately to keep in your life. 

Before he could even get a word out, you couldn’t help but notice the dryness in your throat, how your heart started to race in anticipation, and the tears in your eyes that threatened to spill.

From the look in his eyes, you could tell this was going to be the last day the two of you could call yourselves “soulmates”. 

Throughout your entire relationship, you always managed to keep your composure. You knew how to keep your emotions in check, therefore, you never cried in front of your soon-to-be ex-boyfriend. 

– Seeing tears in your eyes for the first time broke his heart.

 At that moment, he wanted to change his mind, take you in his arms, and promise he’d never let you feel this type of pain again. But despite the feeling he couldn't shake off, he knew deep within himself he wouldn’t be able to keep that promise. 

And before he could change his mind, the boy finally spoke.

“(name), no matter what, I’ll always have so much love for you.” The gray-haired boy started, and as he spoke, he couldn’t help but notice the look in your eyes. The way you looked at him with such hurt and confusion made it all the more difficult for him. 

“Before I say anything, you did nothing to make me feel this way” he spoke, taking your hands in his. “You’re an amazing girl, (name), you always have been and I’m sure you always will be.” 

As the words left his mouth and the emotion started to become prominent in his eyes, you noticed something in the way he looked at you — despite what his mind was telling him to say, in his heart, he didn’t want to lose you, and that made it all the more gut-wrenching. 

You felt so idiotic for thinking this relationship would last, but at the same time, it was such a shame to lose the person who you thought would've been a great lifelong partner. 

If you were being honest with yourself, you couldn’t stand the thought of losing him.

All you wanted to do was fall to your knees and beg him to stay an eternity with you, but from the tone that laced his words, you knew he would follow through with the separation no matter what.

“You deserve so much better and I-” It was almost embarrassing how he couldn’t keep his emotions in check anymore, his voice breaking as he wiped away the forming tears from his eyes with his shoulder. “I didn’t want this to end… If anything, you were the girl I wanted to marry. The girl I wanted to spend my life with, raise a family, and die with” 

The words that spilled out his mouth didn’t help in aiding your broken heart, they only made it harder and harder to keep the tears in your now glossy eyes.

Without a second thought, your mouth opened and you blurted something out. “Are you breaking up with me?” your lip quivered as your eyes scanned his face for an answer. 

It was a stupid question, but it was the only thing on your mind.

The boy was caught off guard by your sudden bluntness. It was a simple yes or no question, but, by the way you spoke, it just made breaking up even harder for him. 

The way you looked at him in such despair was enough for him to finally break eye contact, causing him to shift his gaze onto the ground.

Maybe it was the guilt that caused the boy to go nonverbal for a few seconds — an internal conflict between his heart and mind. You were everything he could ask for, yet, he knew he couldn’t give you everything you needed. 

After what seemed like a century of waiting, with a shaky voice, six words finally fell from his mouth. 

“I think we should break up..” 

And there they were – the words you were dreading to hear. Before you even noticed, the tears you were desperately holding back started to fall from your eyes, streaming down your cheeks and hitting the concrete the both of you stood on. 

It didn’t take long for him to notice the drops of water falling from your eyes, and once he took notice of the tears, his hand found its way to your face, his palm cupping your cheek as he wiped away your tears with his thumb. 

It was as if he wasn’t the reason for the tears. As much as you wanted to scream, telling him not to touch you, to leave your sight and never talk to you again after this, you just couldn’t find it in yourself to do so. 

Everything in your mind was telling yourself to hate him, to loathe his very being. Yet, despite all the hurt he was causing you at this very moment, you still couldn’t see him in a negative light.

Tear after tear fell from your eyes – It was almost pitiful. To you, it felt like you were crying for nothing. You felt stupid for being so affected by this, foolish to be this hurt over a relationship. 

You were in your own little world, caught up in your thoughts, struggling to come to terms with the “sudden” breakup. Trying desperately to grasp the reality of the situation, a familiar warmth seemed to wrap around you.

The boy’s arms held you as you cried, in an attempt to calm your emotions. 

In the moment, as you noticed his arms around you, it almost felt like he was trying to mock you. He had the audacity to try and provide you comfort when he was the cause of the emotional turmoil. 

You stood there for a while, your hands curled into balls, and all you felt was anger. You told yourself you didn't need his sympathy. 

That anger didn’t last long though, it was soon replaced with despair.

Your own arms soon wrapped around the boy’s frame as the tears from your eyes stained his shirt. You found yourself sobbing in his arms, trying to seek the comfort he would always provide for the very last time. 

As your face stayed buried in the gray-haired boy’s chest, he placed his chin on top of your head as his hand rubbed your back. The sound of your muffled sobs made him feel horrible. The guilt of hurting you was unbearable, he felt like such an asshole for doing this to a sweet girl like you.

After some time, the boy finally pulled away. He looked at you for what could be the last time.

As he pulled away and looked at you, he couldn't help but lean in and press a soft kiss on your forehead, as if a silent apology for all the pain he was provoking in this very moment. 

That kiss left you with a conflicting feeling. Every atom in your body wanted to feel anger, you wanted to slap him with your hardest blow. Yet, the kiss brought you unexpected comfort. 

— As much as you wanted to stay in his arms for however long you could, you took a step back, wiping away your tears. 

With a shaky voice, you finally spoke. “I understand” was all you managed to mumble.

He wished you could’ve said more, he hoped that you didn’t hate him and that one day you’d be able to forgive him, but he understood as well, he knew you weren't fond of talking whilst experiencing high emotions. He understood well enough to let you walk away without another word.

Maybe that was Koshi Sugawara’s biggest mistake.

ᥫ᭡ .  ˚ 

From talking for hours on end to walking past each other in the halls. 

It hurt to become so distant from someone who knew everything about you, from two people who claimed to have so much love for each other to strangers.

It felt like a mockery to see Sugawara somewhere on campus, each encounter with him was like a constant reminder of the breakup and the emotions that came with it. 

You tried to avoid Koshi on campus whenever you could for your sanity, but, going to the same school made it impossible to even attempt. Enviably, you crossed paths with Koshi occasionally, and every single time you did, you felt your heart break a little.

Before you could even realize it, your mental health began to worsen as the months seemed to drag on. You couldn’t commit to your studies and found yourself slacking off on assignments. And in return, your grades began to plummet. 

It started to feel almost impossible to even focus during lectures, your mind always seemed to be focused on something other than what was being said by the professors. You almost always fell asleep during your classes since you had never gotten the proper amount of sleep the previous night or couldn’t bring yourself to listen to the lecture. 

A period in your life where you avoid talking about it as if mentioning it would bring death upon you. A time in your life when you were at an all-time low; skipping your lectures, laying in bed all day, neglecting your chores.

Smoking was the only thing that brought you comfort during these times. You were well aware of the risks that came with smoking, but the desperation of wanting to escape reality got to you.

But as the days turned into weeks, with the help of the people you had around you, you had found your spark again.

You had finally found yourself once again and you couldn’t be more proud of yourself. Though you weren’t proud of the addiction that came along with it, you can’t change what already had happened. 

ᥫ᭡ .  ˚

– Before you knew it, it was the day of your graduation.

 It was more fulfilling than you had imagined, you couldn’t help but shed tears of joy. You were genuinely so proud of yourself, just a few months ago, you thought you’d never make it here. 

You stood patiently as you waited for your name to be announced.

From around ten people in front of you to only one person. Soon you were next to be called on stage to finally complete this hellish nightmare you were eager to escape. 

You felt your heartbeat in anticipation as your hands started to sweat, you couldn’t wait for all the opportunities that were ahead of you. You had always dreamed of opening your very own cafe with recipes you perfected. 

The very second they called your name to walk on the stage, you couldn’t help but tear up. You walked up onto the stage and accepted your diploma with a smile on your face, you shook everyone’s hand and headed back to your seat.

And that’s when the realization finally hit, you were finally done with your college years; you were finally an adult. 

ᥫ᭡ .  ˚

An average day for you after college was inviting a friend over around the evening and having them taste and critique whatever you had made. Then, the following day you’d try again with less or more of a certain ingredient and then have your friend try it again to see what they’d say.

Baking wasn’t a cheap hobby you could just do whenever you pleased. With that understanding in mind, you took up a job as a cashier at a nearby fast food place just a walk around from your house. 

It’s been like this for a few years now, and you were content with this lifestyle. Of course, there would be times when the stress of not being able to perfect something gets to you, but all it took was a cigarette to calm you down and you were back to figuring out what you should try adding to a recipe next. 

Baking wasn’t much of a clean hobby either, after each session you had to clean. As you were cleaning your kitchen, reorganizing whatever was in there, you realized you were starting to run low on certain ingredients for your pastries. 

Looking at the time, you realized the grocery store was about to close. Panicked, you grabbed your wallet, phone, and house keys before sprinting out the door so you could have a decent amount of time to browse the shelves. 

Luckily, you made it with an hour to look around and decide if you wanted to purchase an item or buy it another time.

After almost an hour, you headed to the self-check-out, scanned your items, paid, and left the store. 

Unfortunately, you didn’t own a car, so that left you to just walk from place to place. You didn’t mind though, you liked walking, it was therapeutic for you. Surrounded by the orange sky, you headed home with earbuds in both ears, playing whatever songs were in your playlist. 

As you entered your neighborhood, you were more than ready to just settle down on your couch and watch the new episode of the current show you were watching. Nearing your apartment, you glanced up from your phone and nearly dropped all the bags you were holding.

Just outside of your apartment complex stood a familiar boy, seemingly looking for someone or something. 

For a while, you just stood still, looking at the figure in disbelief. 

And just like that, it was like you were reliving college all over again. The feelings you swore were gone and you’d never feel again suddenly came rushing back to you, hitting you like one big wave of the ocean.

“Koshi..?” You whispered to yourself as tears began to well up in your eyes. You couldn’t understand why he was outside of your building or how he knew where you lived. 

You had replayed this exact scenario in your head about a million times, so why were you suddenly freezing up?

It was naive, but a part of you believed he wanted to apologize to you for what had happened in college and finally give you closure, and maybe, just maybe, rekindle the spark the two of you once had. 

The cold air of the evening blew against your body as you felt your body heat up, breaking into a cold sweat, it was almost embarrassing how nervous you were getting, you hadn’t even approached him yet.

Before you could ever make the decision, he made that decision for you. The figure that stood in front of your apartment building turned to face you, and that's when you realized, it wasn’t Sugawara, but rather, a stranger. 

Right then and there, that’s when you decided you couldn’t live in this city anymore.

ᥫ᭡ .  ˚

Just seeing someone who resembled him in the slightest was enough to send you spiraling. Alone in your one-bedroom apartment, the only sound that filled the area was your muffled sobs.

You sat in the corner of your bedroom, knees against your chest, head down as you felt all the memories from high school up to college come rushing back to you. 

The desire of wanting to escape the city that was filled with reminders of why a portion of your college years turned bitter and acting on impulse don't mix well.

After seeing that boy outside of your building just a few moments ago, you didn’t waste a second booking a one-way flight to a different city that left the next day. 

It felt somewhat childish, still being bothered by things that happened to you years ago. Even so, you couldn’t stand staying in this city a day longer. 

It wasn’t long after you started packing your things, saying goodbye to the place that was your home for years now. You felt emotional, and rightfully so. You had to leave your family and friends without a goodbye since this was out of the blue, but this is what you needed the most, a fresh start.

The following morning, you made your way straight to the airport, unable to stay another moment in that apartment. Without a second thought, you left your key at the front desk and left without looking back.

ᥫ᭡ .  ˚

Who knew after moving out of your old city, you’d finally be able to accomplish your dream. With the help of the new people you had met, you were finally able to open your own cafe. 

For the first few months that you lived in this new city, there was this feeling of uncertainty you couldn’t shake off. Maybe it was the fact you were completely isolated from everyone else.

Moving to a new city meant you had zero friends, but that issue didn’t last long. As the days passed, you eventually met people who happened to have the right skills to help you open your cafe.

Of course, starting a business isn’t a cheap investment by any means. The cost of simply purchasing the building was more than expensive. Along came interior design, painting and flooring, lighting, storage, equipment, and ingredients. 

A year-long process, but it was worth the wait in your eyes.

It was a hassle and almost put you in debt, but once everything came together, you had no regrets. You were beyond proud of yourself, you never thought you’d be able to come this far; yet, here you are. 

Now, the only thing that remained was the name of the cafe. Though you’ve dreamed of this moment since the day you finished college, you never thought of a name. 

With the help of some friends, a name was finally decided.  

Soon, “Autumn” cafe was now open to the public. Since your cafe was located in a somewhat popular location in the city, it didn’t take long for the cafe to become a success. 

You felt more than accomplished, you never thought your own business would reach this amount of success in such a short amount of time. 

ᥫ᭡ .  ˚

It’s unexpected for the owner of a business to work in said business. But hiding in plain sight was such a clever way to monitor what was going on in the cafe.

What made it all the more fun, the people you work with don’t know you own this establishment.

It’s a great thing you weren’t present during job interviews, or else this wouldn’t have worked out for you.

You worked as the cashier in your own business, but you didn’t mind. It kept you busy and saved you money as well, it was a win-win. 

ᥫ᭡ .  ˚

10:27 am. It was somewhat of a slow day today, given it was a school day and most of your customers were college students. There were only 5 customers in the store right now, just enjoying the silence of the cafe and eating or drinking whatever they ordered. 

You sat behind the counter reading about whatever drama was currently ongoing. Both your earbuds were plugged in so you couldn't hear whether or not someone came in, but you didn’t care. Rarely anyone came in at this time anyway.

You enjoyed days were work was slow, and you & your coworkers could relax once and a while, you guys enjoyed these moments whenever they were given. 

As you were scrolling, you noticed someone come up to the counter from your peripheral vision. “Welcome, how could I help you?” You said as you took off your earbuds and placed your phone back into your bag. 

Without looking up, you waited patiently for the person to voice out their order so you could punch it in the register. After what seemed to be a minute, the person still hadn’t said anything. 

“Maybe they’re browsing through the menu,” You said, still not looking up. But after what seemed like another minute passing by, you finally lifted your eyes to see what the person behind the counter was up to.

As your eyes found their way to the person in front of you, you felt your heart drop to your stomach as you realized who it was that stood just in front of you. 

Koshi?  

[3rizu]

A Weeping Willow’s Dream

Forever his

Contents: Suguru x reader - Satoru x reader - Shoko x Utahime - pet names(sweetheart, princess, etc) - ooc

Word Count: 4,572

A/N: I had other things to do so I had to delay

Masterlist

Both you and Satoru had finally gotten up from cuddling together though you were a bit awkward and nervous. He didn't mind one bit; he loved it. Although there was a voice at the back of your mind telling you to be careful so it wouldn’t end like the last time. You tried not to think about it as much as Satoru was making you breakfast and you didn’t want to ruin the mood with your dumb words.

“Princess? Here’s your breakfast.” Satoru said, placing your plate of food in front of your face, and then giving you a drink to wash it down.

“Thank you, Sat- Gojo”

“You can call me Satoru, I don't mind.” He said smiling sweetly at you and speaking in that soft tone he always used when talking to you.

“Really? You don’t mind.” You said, a bit surprised he didn’t mind, if anything you thought he’d be weirded out.

“Of course, I don’t mind.” Satoru smiled and then headed back to the stove to serve himself breakfast too.

You stayed silent admiring him. He looked so angelic, gosh you are such a fool for this man. Although to you that could not happen under any circumstances, you would not fall in love with Satoru. He was a great guy and all but the thought of this turning out the way Suguru and you ended, you couldn’t bear the thought of losing him.

What if Satoru was always just flirty to his female friends, you could ruin your entire friendship. Though would someone who’s not interested in you share a bed with you? No, of course not. Right? You kept overthinking everything till finally Satoru sat down next to you and continued talking, gosh his lips looked so supple and soft.

“Hey? Are you okay?” Satoru asked as he took a bite of his food.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little tired is all.” Your gaze stayed on your plate taking a bite of food, surprisingly he was a good cook.

“Oh is that so? Do you want anything to help?” He was slightly concerned about how you got tired when you had slept pretty well last night.

“No, it’s fine.” You said while you continued eating Satoru’s food.

“Alright princess.”

—

While you and Satoru were out to dinner you happened to spot him, how lucky you were to see the one guy you didn’t want to see while out with the girl who stole him from you. Suguru was with Kozumi with his arm around her waist and both looked at each other with love in their eyes, it was sickening. Although Satoru noticed he was slightly concerned this was none of his business if you and this man didn’t have the best relationship, he should wait till you either spoke to him about what happened between you and that man or when you gave him some sort of signal to ask.

“Sweetheart, so what would you like to eat?” He said his tone was soft and sweet as always.

“Oh uhm I don’t know. Could you pick for me?” You said your gaze finally focusing back onto him after looking at Kozumi with envy and jealousy.

“Of course, would you like — “

“Yeah that’d be great”

Finally, the server came over grabbing the notepad and their pen to write everything down.

“What would you guys like to drink? And any appetizers?”

“I’d like strawberry lemonade.”

“Uhm I’ll get — “

“And for our appetizer, we’ll get — “

“Alright, I’ll be right back with your drinks,” The server said heading back while you focused back on the Satoru.

“Satoru? How come you chose this place to take me out for dinner?“ You said you were a bit curious as to why he took you here out of all places.

“Well I’ve always liked this place and I like you a lot so why not bring you here?” He said as if it was obvious as to why he brought you here.

“That's sweet, Satoru.” You were a bit surprised but not a lot. You knew him enough that he would say something like that.

“Of course from yours truly.”

“Yeah.”

—

You watched as Shoko finished up with putting her heels on then you looked at Utahime she was just fixing up her makeup before she headed out both you and Shoko following after.

As the sun disappeared into the horizon the night took over covering the city in a blanket of stars and darkness. While Shoko and Utahime had disappeared somewhere else probably to make out, you looked while drunk people kept drinking and dancing like they had nothing to worry about. Your hand grabbed onto the drink in front of you, it’d nice to let loose every once in a while especially with exams coming up so you took a sip and then finished it.

-

“Satoru?~” You said, into the phone while you had called Satoru because you couldn’t find your friends.

“Sweetie, are you drunk?” He said, chuckling at the way you sounded.

“Nuh uhh”

“Where are you? I’ll come pick you up, pretty” He said, while he got up from bed, he got all his things and checked the time 12:56 AM.

“Mm, you have my l-location. I sent it to y-you.” You said stuttering, sitting down on something to balance yourself.

-

He gently took your hand, chuckling as he saw you stumble and with the additional slurring of your words. He carried you to the car as much as he loved seeing you stumble around you might run into a pole, he placed you in the front seat to see you better while driving. He hummed while driving making sure to glance at you every once in a while to make sure you were fine.

The drive back to your place was quiet due to you falling asleep inside his car, although Satoru didn’t mind he loved the way you looked while you were asleep. Soon enough you both arrived at your house, and he got out of the car, walked to your side, and helped you out of the car. Your body lies in his arms safe and secure.

He loved this sight of your peacefully asleep, while he carried you into your home. He looked through the purse he had put on top of you, he fished out the keys after finding random things in your house but finally, he unlocked your house. Your eyes open up a bit looking around, before closing them and going back to closing your eyes. He turned on the lights before he ran into something sighing when he saw that he was about to run into a table. He took his shoes off, and then he carefully took off your heels.

He headed to your bedroom and opened the door, he laid you down on your bed debating on if he should change your clothes or if it would be okay. He changed you into clothes he found in your drawers making sure he covered you with a nearby blanket, he did not want to see your body when he hadn't even officially asked you out. What a respectful man he was, he thought in his mind adding on saying his mother would be proud.

You kept sleeping like a baby before he tucked you into your bed. He looked around your room. It was a bit messy and he was completely bored so why not show you even though you're asleep how clean he can be regardless of the stereotypes that men couldn't clean? He looked around your house looking for trash bags he found one and started to round up all your trash he considered cleaning up your sheets too and switching he said no. He ended up washing them and putting you back onto your bed after he found other sheets and blankets in your closet.

He kept straightening up all the trash and then concentrating on organizing all your stuff working on your closet, then heading to work on your vanity, putting everything away, and tidying up the table. After he finished his hard work he was happy with the product. It wasn't deep cleaned but it was clean and tidy. HE sat down on your bed and he was washing your other sheets and blankets but for now, he'd close his eyes (he was going to sleep) and not fall asleep.

—

It was 7:53 AM and you had finally gotten up. You looked around and rubbed your eyes not believing it was so clean you almost thought that a fairy or something had come to clean up. You sat up and saw Satoru peacefully asleep. You came up with the conclusion he had seen the messy state your bedroom was in and wanted to help.

“Satoru? Did you clean up my bedroom for me?” The answer was obvious but you wanted some type of reassurance that he cleaned it up just for you to like it in some way.

“Yes, I-I did princess.” He mumbled out too tired to even have enough energy to respond properly.

You chuckled at his mumbling and laid down again right next to home wanting to stay in the moment for a while longer. Satoru seemed surprised you had stayed, and then it hit you. You had a big headache because you were hungover.

You sighed, turning onto your tummy and groaning into your pillow, why did you have to go and get so drunk? Satoru chuckled while stroking your hair, his hands moved to wrap around your waist and bring you closer to his body. You looked at Satoru while he kept stroking your hair giving you that same loving look. He smiled, while you hesitated to snuggle closer to him, although you knew he loved or somewhat liked you. You weren't sure if he did but you hoped he did like you and it wasn't just his personality.

You closed your eyes though you realized you didn't just have a raging headache you were also really thirsty.

“By the way, what about my thanks for cleaning up your messy bedroom?”

“Thank you, Satoru.” You said, reluctantly while you sat up, and left your bed to get some water.

“Where are you going?” He said, propping himself up with his elbow, and watching your figure as you left him in your bedroom.

“I went to get water.” You said while you slipped back into bed, while the bed slightly dipped with your weight.

“Without your pretty husband?” He said, acting sad as if you leaving him had truly hurt him to his core.

“Oh, you're not my husband, asshole.” You said, throwing a pillow at his face.

—

From that day on you both spent a lot of time together most of it, used up with you acting annoyed with the fact he kept hitting on you. The only reason you were so frustrated was because you thought he was just messing around, although if he was just messing around wouldn’t he have stopped a long time ago?

You fell onto your bed groaning, because you had exams in two weeks, and you didn’t want to procrastinate. Though you got up and forced yourself to study for exams, if you had gotten into college, you weren't going to do a shitty job.

The soft sound of ringing filled your bedroom. ‘Satoru🐇🩵’ was calling you, and you wondered why he was calling you but you picked up regardless.

“Hi, pretty. I heard you have exams?.” He said, soft and sweetly.

“Hi, Satoru. How did you know I have exams, you weirdo.” You said, sitting up from your bed and going to sit down on your chair.

“No need to ask questions, anyway do you want to study together?” He said while he was a bit hopeful that you'd say yes to him.

“Fine, you can come over and study with me, but no funny business. Satoru, I mean it.” You said, serious about the matter, you didn't want him to come over just to mess around.

—

Satoru walked into your home taking his shoes off and letting you lead him into your bedroom to study together. You sat down on your bed and Satoru followed behind you sitting down.

“So what are we gonna study together?”

“Let's just start, I'll show you what we’re going to work on.” You said, looking over your study guide since you knew you'd like to have a plan of what you didn't understand and needed to overlook.

“Of course, princess.” He said, sitting closer to you and looking over your shoulder looking at the paper in front of you.

“Oh, that's what you need to work on? Well, princess let me tell you I'm a pro at this” Satoru said, feeling prideful at the fact the things you needed help on he was quite good at.

“Really? Gosh, I'm so lucky to have you.” You said this subject had been your weakness the only one that you did not do your best at.

Satoru smiled at the kindness of your words, he knew that if he was going to date you he'd have to be careful you seemed like such a fragile thing.

“No problem, sweetheart.”

Throughout the day you both kept studying with Satoru checking your answers and making you redo the ones you had gotten wrong. He asked you questions and you had to answer correctly or you'd look at your notes again to see what you had done wrong. Utahime and Shoko had gotten home and with your door wide open they passed by while you and Satoru were distracted with studying. Shoko smiled while looking at the guy. This guy seemed like the perfect man for you and your fragile heart.

Finally, you got every single question correct. Satoru chuckled looking at your pretty smile. You were tired and you needed to do other things. Satoru stayed in your bed nice and comfortable under the blankets while you cleaned up before going to shower. He hummed, he was on his phone hugging the stuffed animal on your bed.

“Satoru, I’m going to go and shower,” You said, grabbing your towel and clothes, and heading to the bathroom. Satoru only nodded and covered himself in the blankets he was comfortable with, especially with your scent all around him.

You took a couple of minutes in the shower, though you finally came back. Satoru was asleep, the soft tufts of hair covering his face, you smiled pushing the hair away from his face. You pulled the blankets higher up his body, he looked like a cat. Though your cat/dog was asleep right next to him, usually she/he would be roaming the house but he chose to sleep with him. If your pet liked him, you wouldn't have an excuse to not date this man.

You dried the rest of your hair before combing it and then getting into bed with Satoru. How you hoped he was going to stay, because if he didn't this would completely break you.

Your hands grabbed at the plushie in between his arms, pulling it away and he wrapped his arms around you instead. You nuzzled closer to him and he smiled calling out your name while he slept, you kissed his cheek. You felt nervous but soon enough the warmth of another body (specifically his) lulled you to sleep.

Utahime was giggling and taking pictures at the sight of you, and the guy you had told them about was a ‘friend’. Shoko smiled at the sight, she was happy for you, and your love life seemed to make quite the turn after Suguru had left.

—

6:54 AM

Satoru had woken up a while ago, though he stayed in bed with you not wanting to wake you up so soon. The sunlight peeked through the blinds hitting your eyes, he moved closer to the edge moving you right next to him. You hummed nuzzling closer to his neck, he loved the sight of you being close to him. Although he was confused when had you gotten into bed with him? He shook his head, He was just glad that you had chosen to sleep with him. He put his chin above your head, and he played with the strands of your hair.

He kissed your cheek as you finally woke up. You squint your eyes as they adjust to the sunlight that fills your bedroom.

“Satoru?” You mumbled, you were still sleepy.

“Yes, princess?” He hummed his fingers grabbing onto pieces of your hair.

“What time is it?”

He grabbed his phone from under the pillow. “6:56 pm”

—

Satoru was near the stove making you breakfast once again, although you had stayed in bed with each other till 8 to watch a movie. Your classes hadn't yet started so you had time to spare, so why not spend that time with Satoru. He served you a plate of food while you watched a show you had recently started Satoru sat next to you.

He kept his gaze on the TV, meanwhile, you both ate your breakfast. You finished your food and got up and you put the dish in the sink and washed it.

Your cat/dog was near your legs asking for a treat, and you finished up and dried your hands. Your pet eagerly went to where you kept its treats. You gave him/her three treats for being such a good pet, it pranced around for a bit longer happy with getting its treats. It went to Satoru’s feet and jumped up onto the couch laying down on his lap.

“You can’t get up now.” You chuckled while he/she got comfortable in his lap.

“It has something against me, I need to go pee.” He said, looking at your pet sleeping as if nothing was wrong.

“That’s too bad. Guess you’re gonna have to hold it till she/he gets up.” You said, sitting down next to him and petting the cat/dog on his lap.

He looked at your hand, sighing trying to not think about peeing. It wasn’t helping at all that the movie had moved to a scene where the characters were in the ocean. Gosh, he hoped he could hold it enough. You leaned on his shoulder watching the movie and his arm wrapped around you kissing your cheek.

You looked away trying not to focus on his kiss. He smiled petting that cat/dog which was peacefully sleeping. He loved the way you blushed and looked away, he was going to try his best at being the best for you. His girl didn't deserve anything less, he thought you deserved the best man he could be. He knew if he didn't do his best some other man would come and steal his girl from right under his nose. That thought was not going to happen under any circumstance.

The cat/dog finally got up deciding it was going to sleep on your bed. Satoru stood up quickly and went to the bathroom to piss. You chuckled as you watched him scurry away to that bathroom. He spent a couple of minutes in the bathroom, it seemed like Satoru had drunk a lot of water earlier. He came back and sighed, sitting on the couch next to you again.

“That bad?”

“I almost pissed myself, don't start please?”

You chuckled leaning on his shoulder again. He hummed, kissing your forehead and focusing back on the TV. Shoko went into the kitchen, grabbed herself a snack, and noticed the both of you on the couch. Utahime followed behind her girlfriend, she grinned looking at the sight of you and your ‘friend’.

He grabbed the nearby throw blanket and put it around the both of you. You snuggled closer to him, he seemed content with your presence and warmth.

—

Satoru took you to his place again this time you were by his pool. It wasn't a surprise to you that he had a pool. He was inside the pool swimming around, while you were sitting near the edge with your legs inside of the water moving them around ripples forming around your legs. He came up from the pool laying his head on your thighs.

“What is it?” You hummed pulling the wet strands of hair away from his face.

“Come inside with me, pretty please?” He asked looking up at you.

“Satoru not now.”

“Just this once please?”

“Fine, I'll come in with you” He smiled happy about you coming inside. He went back into the pool while you got into the pool all the way, the sunlight hitting you in the perfect spot. You looked ethereal, dare he say you look like an angel. He giggled like a schoolgirl, you smiled at the sound.

“You look pretty”

“You’re the sweetest”

“You are what you eat”

“If you weren't such a hottie I wouldn't be with you right now”

“Is that so?” He hummed he knew you weren't ever going to do that.

“Definitely, so-“

Your pet interrupted the both of you as it jumped into the pool swimming around.

“Oh shit it can swim!?”

“I don’t know, I never knew it did!”

Your pet swam around content with being inside the water, and you thought wrong thinking it didn't like water. He/She loved it from the looks of it, especially with it jumping into the water.

Satoru sighed as your pet swam to him, happy to be near him. If anything it seemed like your pet loved him and approved of him. He grabbed onto your pet bringing it to the side of the pool, it seemed pissed at being put outside of the pool. It jumped up onto the pool chairs, laying down and looking at both of you inside of the pool.

Satoru sat up on the edge of the pool, and you followed right behind him.

—

Suguru’s POV

—

3:02 am

It had been a while since Suguru had left your place, his arms were wrapped around Kozumi yet it felt so wrong to him. The fact she didn’t make comments about how stupid the main girl was or commenting on how she could do so much better. He missed you but he would deny it right now he won’t say he misses you because it’d be a blow to his pride and ego.

Suguru knew his safe place was with you and only you, the one girl who had stuck around regardless of how many women he played with. He felt like an absolute idiot, but he would never admit he was an idiot for saying those things to you and treating you like shit. Although his focus stayed on Kozumi who was sitting on his lap, his mind was elsewhere thinking about you. His pretty toy girl.

Kozumi knew what she was doing, she knew she was no saint but she knew one thing that she was going to steal Suguru from you, and that she did. She sat prettily on his lap while Suguru missed the feeling of your touch and he longed to hear that pretty voice of yours.

—

It was the morning after he had left your place he fucked Kozumi typical for him but he didn’t feel anything he didn’t enjoy it. His gaze was focused on the ceiling wondering what you were doing, he smiled at the thought of sleeping in as always and telling him a couple more minutes of slumber he always thought he hated when you’d say that but now he found himself reminiscing the past.

Kozumi was on her side of the bed, though she was already on her phone. He sighed at the thought of you always loving to snuggle up against his chest and say you're gonna keep him trapped. Why did he treat you so horribly? That is something he doesn’t know the answer to yet, though he knows he only realizes this because you’re gone.

What an idiot he was for losing such a perfect girl, his perfect girl. This was so much worse than anything because he was also having sex with you before muttering out some other girl's name like she meant something to him. He was pissed, why did he have to also say she was better than you? Gosh, she's a shitty girl. Kozumi was nothing like you, that soft voice you had, or those beautiful eyes and skin. His hands and fingertips would graze over and kiss It.

Suguru got up, dressed himself, and left. He could not stand being with this lady any more than he had already been with her. He hit his head against the wheel wondering why he had to mess up such a beautiful relationship he had with you. His hands turned the key to the engine making it start up while he hoped for any higher power that existed to make you wait for him just a bit longer, till he came to his senses.

-

Kozumi and Suguru were at a restaurant together, he looked around but he didn't think he'd see you.

Who was this man you were with? He wondered why you were with this weirdo, you could do so much better. He quickly looked away looking at Kozumi, he hoped you hadn't seen him looking at you. He pulled out a chair for Kozumi, although he hated every second of it and his mind was thinking about you and that man you were with.

He kept talking to her but it felt as if he was on autopilot mode, he wanted to look at you and that man from hearing your voice say Satoru he guessed that was his name. This dude Satoru was a nuisance. Who did he think he was coming to you and taking you away from him?

Though Suguru stayed calm he didn't want to do something stupid and rash. When Kozumi was looking elsewhere you best believe his gaze was focused on you. His eyes seemed to glimmer with love, and the sound of your voice was a melody not to mention the way you looked absolutely beautiful.

That's when it hit him, he messed up big-time by letting you go, he was hoping that this Satoru guy would either be good for you or he'd be shitty. For you to be happy, although he knows it's still going to hurt when he sees you with another man. Was he so blind he chose this girl over you? You were so much better the way you were devoted to him like a loyal servant. The way you were so hellbent on helping when he was sick, even if it meant you'd get yourself sick. How he missed waking up at your place and going to the kitchen to see you cooking breakfast for him. In Suguru’s mind, you were forever his.

Suguru longed for the feeling of your touch, and he knew that Satoru, or whatever might just treat you right. If Satoru did treat you well his plan of getting back with you wasn't going to happen.

[idontplaytrack]

Bad Rep

Olivia Benson x teen daughter reader au(sans Noah)

Warnings: typical svu episode-type of content, mentions of violence, homophobia.

In which, the squad meets reader, Captain Benson’s daughter under less than ideal circumstances.

“Benson.” With her phone held between her shoulder and ear, Olivia was looking through a case file and looking up information on her laptop. However, what she heard on the other end of the phone caused her to stop all her work.

“I’m on my way. Thank you for calling me.”

Fin was standing by her door, about to knock. “Everything okay, Liv?”

“Uh, no. I just got off the phone with y/n’s school. She got into a fight with someone.”

“Your daughter. Who’s never acted out before.” Fin stated.

“I know that, Fin.” Olivia hurriedly grabbed her coat, “It’s more than that. The school said it was because a student called her names and…hit her.”

“You want me to come with?”

“We might actually have a case.”

“We?” He asked.

“We’ll talk as we move.” Olivia sighs, rushing out of her office and hastily telling Rollins to hold down the fort for a couple hours.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’ll tell you guys more when I get back.”

Fin held the elevator door open for her. She gets in, shoving her phone into her coat pocket.

Fin offers to drive and Olivia let him, knowing that she was upset so he wouldn’t let her drive anyway. “Okay, you wanna fill me in?”

“I’m betting that it’s a…hate crime.”

Took Fin a few seconds, but he got it. “Okay. y/n’s gay?”

“She came out to me a few months ago. Though she didn’t need to- I always kinda knew and I just didn’t really care. As long as she was happy, and healthy. Safe…which she isn’t, now.”

“I won’t say anything until she brings it up while we take her statement. Though, officially…”

“All clear on that, Fin. We both know how that works.” Liv exhales, leaning her head back in her seat.

————

“The guy punched me first.” You said, holding your cheek in your hand.

“I’ll need names, y/n.” Fin says.

“Names? This isn’t a police matter.”

“Ms. Allen.” Liv put her hands together as she spoke, “My daughter has never been violent with anyone. This isn’t the first time she’s gotten injured on school grounds.”

“So you’re pushing the blame on my other students?” Ms. Allen retorted.

“No one’s blindly blaming anyone. y/n who punched you?” Olivia asked.

“Jamie Morrison.” You revealed. “Today, and last month. Six weeks ago, he vandalised my locker and called me a ‘motherfucking sinner’.”

Fin was appalled, Olivia was simply at a loss for words. She had no clue what exactly went down during the previous instances, but knew that you’d gotten hurt at school.

“Did he say why?”

“What do you mean?” You bit back a scoff, “He said to leave his sister alone. All I did was go on a lunch date with his older sister Vanessa one Saturday- which she asked me out for.”

“Vanessa? The senior in your AP History class?”

“Yes, Ms. Allen. That’s her.”

“Alright.” Ms Allen nodded, “You may go, but if he does try to attack you again, report it to a teacher immediately.”

“No, no, Ms. Allen- we need to talk to the boy now.” Fin stopped her, “His sister as well.”

“Very well, then.” She sighs, calling for a staff member to get Jamie and Vanessa to the office.

“y/n, come on. I’m signing you out early.” Olivia took you by the hand to the front desk while Fin stayed behind to talk to Jamie and Vanessa Morrison. Your Mom tells you she was taking you to the doctor but you refused. But of course, she insisted and you knew she’d win. After getting checked out by a doctor and your mother learning that nothing was broken, she finally quiets down and let you drift off.

————

“Mom, please. You can go back to work, I’ll be fine.” You dropped your backpack down by the TV console after kicking your shoes off.

“I’m going to, just- wanted make sure you were settled.”

“I think I am, so please just-”

Liv got the hint, throwing her hands up in mock surrender, “Okay, I’m gonna head back to the precinct. If you want anything to eat, either call for delivery or if you want to cook - please be careful.”

“I’m alright, just have a swollen eye and cheek. I’m not dying.” You shooed her away.

She nodded, “Okay. Alright, I’m leaving. Love you, sweet girl. Get some rest.” You forced a smile and she turned to leave. The front door shut with a significant thud sound and you waited several seconds until she was out of earshot before you let the waterworks begin and curled up on the couch.

“Captain, you’re back.” Holiday noticed. Rollins looked up from the paperwork pile on her desk, “Liv. Where’s Fin?”

“Talking to a couple students at y/n’s school. She got punched earlier today and we just found out there’d been other incidents. Same student involved.”

“I’m sorry about that.” Holiday replied.

“What happened? It’s our case?” Amanda questioned.

“Yeah, and officially, I’ve got to recuse myself so let’s just wait for Fin to get back so he can fill you guys in properly because I didn’t talk to the kids- he did.”

An hour later, Fin returns to the precinct. And he immediately gave the whole squad- Liv included, everything. “y/n’s the tip of the iceberg. Vanessa’s a good kid, really likes y/n. But Jamie, the younger brother who’s in y/n homeroom, he’s had a history of violence. He’d been expelled from his old public high school in freshman year, then again the next year. Last year, he got enrolled at Willow Academy.”

“What’s his sister gotta do with this?”

“He’s been after y/n after he found out Vanessa went out on a date with her.”

“And what’s wrong with that? His sister should be able to do whatever she wants. How’s that his business.”

“Probably can’t accept his sister’s gay and likes girls. A homophobe, really.”

“Did you talk to any other students, Fin?” Liv glances at him.

“Talked to his classmates, his basketball team. All of them only had praises for him, girls said they found him cute.” Fin informed the squad, “We need to talk to his girlfriend— Nadine Skinner.”

“She wasn’t in school?”

“Don’t know. She doesn’t go to Willow Acad.” Fin shrugged, “Kid coughed up her address. Lives in midtown.”

“He’s in the system.” Holiday spoke up, “Shoplifting, assault and battery.”

“Okay, Rollins. You’re going to talk to Nadine, find out how he’s like. Then we’ll see where to go with this. “From the looks of it, its a misdemeanour.”

————

“No way he’d do that.” Nadine shook her head.

“Well, see…but he did. Multiple times over the course of the last five years. He’s violent and angry.” Rollins said.

“I’m sorry that happened to y/n but he’s never done anything to hurt me.”

Rollins was about to say something but someone came home. “Jamie.” Nadine’s eyes widened. “Hey.” He greeted, “Who’s this, babe?”

“Detective from SVU.” Nadine told him, “I can’t believe you would do something like that to that girl, Jamie.”

“It’s not worth it.”

“So you really did that?” Nadine’s mouth was agape.

“Does that matter?”

“Yeah, actually.” Nadine scoffs. “You need to go. I don’t want to be with someone like that- hurting someone innocent and claiming to be protecting your sister? Get things clear- your sister’s life isn’t your business. Who she likes doesn’t concern you as much as it does her.”

His jaw clenched as he left without saying a word.

“Do you have anymore questions, detective?”

“No, thank you for your time. If he ever comes back to bother you, call me.” Rollins handed Nadine a name card before leaving.

When Olivia returned home that evening, the house was quiet. You were asleep in your room and there was box containing half a pizza on the dining table. She’d bought your favourite banana pudding on the way home, in an attempt to lift your spirits, but she put that into the fridge and got changed before tidying up the place some.

Helping herself to a glass of red wine, she found herself in front of the TV, but it wasn’t long before you woke up. “Mom, you’re home.” You saw her sitting on the couch when you walked out from your bedroom. “Hi, baby.” She had her hand on the low of your back, “How’s the pain?”

“Bad, but I’m managing.”

Liv nodded emphatically, “I assume you already ate? I bought you banana pudding.”

“Yeah, thanks Mom.” You sat down beside her, grabbing the TV remote from the coffee table. You turned it on, subsequently squinting at the brightness of it after being in a dark room for the past…three hours. “Did you eat yet?”

“Uh, no.” She says, “I’m gonna go heat up some of that pizza you bought.”

“Mom, can I tell you something?” You interjected.

“Of course, honey.” Olivia responded as she laid out a small sheet of foil and placed two slices of the pizza on it. Sprinkling some water onto the slices, she popped them into the air fryer.

“Vanessa came by earlier to check on me. She brought the pizza, though I was about to order the same thing.”

“That’s okay. Very nice of her to do that.”

“I really like her, Mom. Jamie’s making it so difficult for us.” You fought pack the urge to sigh.

“We have a case against him, he has history- but it’s a misdemeanour according to the ADA.”

“I know- people at school know he has a history of violence and stuff. It’s not hard to find out when he’s the most popular guy in school having his name Googled every other day.” You revealed. “But what? Because Vanessa’s the ‘queen bee’, she can’t like someone who isn’t in her social circle?”

“Important thing is, Vanessa likes you. And you like her. And let me do my job to go after Jamie- it’s our job to make sure he takes responsibility for what he does.”

“He’s hit Vanessa before. Did she tell Fin that?”

“No…” Olivia bit her cheek, searching for her phone, “I’m text him.”

“She showed up to with scratches on her cheek and her jaw…it was bruised. She didn’t want to tell me, but eventually, she did. It happened after we went on our first date- he saw that I gave her a card and this cheap bracelet I made.” You explained, “Sorry, I didn’t mention this. It- I was out of it.”

“It’s okay, I get that.” Olivia assured right as the air fryer went off. “Babe, do you want the banana pudding now?”

“Sure.”

You spent the rest of the evening watching sitcom reruns with your Mom, something you absolutely cherished. It wasn’t very often she was home this early. “You wanna take tomorrow off?” She asked casually.

“Would be nice.” You shrugged.

————

“He’s given all the people he attacked, bad reps.” Liv says.

“We figured.” Holiday crosses her arms.

Carisi walks into the precinct, “We can charge him with simple assault. He faces up to a year of jail time, or if he takes a deal- community service and mandated anger management classes, therapy.”

“Did he take the deal?”

“Of course. He agreed to it before his attorney could say anything.”

Liv scoffs, “Okay, well. That’s the best we can do.”

“How’s y/n, Liv?” Rollins asked.

“She’s…fine? Had her stay home today.”

“That’s probably for the best.” Fin glances at her, “Alright, I’m gonna go get lunch- who wants what?” While squad chattered away, discussing about what to eat, you enter the precinct. Unannounced. “y/n.” Fin noticed, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah. It’s lunch so I came to see if I could join mom.”

“Of course.” Liv saw you, “Hi, sweetie.”

The rest of the squad took care of you like you were their own. You were really grateful for them, and that your Mom had such great company at work. “Hi, y/n.” Rollins, Carisi and Holiday echoed one another.

“Hi, guys.”

“Okay, last call, y’all- lunch orders. Otherwise text them to me.” Fin announced. Carisi offered to tag along. And, off they went. Rollins suggested Chinese food, which the rest of you agreed on.

“So…Vanessa, huh?”

“Amanda.” Olivia chided.

“Yep.” You laughed lightly, “Anyway, Mom? Vanessa asked me out for lunch and a movie this weekend.”

“Go ahead. Have fun.”

“God, I miss being young.” Rollins sighs.

[tmwcs]

can you rate the scale of yandere levels for each heelead? Like from least to most dangerous thanks. I am so obsessed with heeleads being so down bad for me in each series and I just gotta know what there scale is.

Gladly!

Softest

Starting from the least or the softest yandere heelead, I will say it’s probably (believe it or not) heeler. Bro if give caught up to the current chapters of TO, you’ll already know the backstory of Heeseung in that series. I’m going to explain this without exposing spoilers, but prior to meeting you, he’s a serial killer. He did terrible things to his victims, and yes, while he did kill a man to protect you (nothing out of the ordinary for a yandere) his actions henceforth has been very traditional yandere and nothing too extraordinary. He’s done the whole thing where he kidnaps you, subjects you to noncon sessions, holds you against your will and suppresses you by keeping you with him, but with you by his side, it sort of…..tames him. *hint hint*

2. Heebros: the twins are generally pretty calm because all they care about is living a fruitful life with you. Like heeler, they’ve done some messed up stuff and pretty much trained you to stay and ‘love’ them. I would say that they’re not the type that would resort in killing or getting too out of hand for just any old reason. Someone would have to literally try to take you away or really hurt you in order for them to murder. Unlike some heeleads, where they will kill if someone so much as looks at you, these guys won’t bother unless they feel it is required. There is a line, and once that line is crossed, that’s it. But that line is far up…but not by much lol.

3. Heelel. Now the devil is very yandere and you couldn’t ask for a worse tyoe to be obsessed with you. He is crazy about you and the fact that he took away your mortality and gave you immortality, dragged you to hell and forced you in chains until you fully submitted and gave up, says so much about him. He’s very dangerous. So this is going to be kind of confusing because I would say he’s obviously the most dangerous yandere out of all the heeleads, but he’s very in control of his emotions. He’s the devil, he won’t necessarily act like a crazed lunatic because he is in control of his rage and is soooooo intelligent. He willl (and has) kill for you…he’s tortured and cause brutal deaths all for your name, but he only does it if he considers it necessary. He’s calculating and his insanity mainly shows when he ‘plays’ with you. He loves you and has his beautiful heartwarming moments but also is such a menace. I would say that under general circumstances, he’s pretty calm but if anyone gets him angry, he is the most dangerous and no one can escape from him. At this point, the ONLY thing that will get him angry, is if anyone hurts or tries to take you away from him.

4. Heedam. So heedam was like my first real hard yandere. Heethan is also a hard yandere but he started out as somewhat mild, and it grew the more he interacted with you. But heedam? Man went down a dark path the moment he shook your hand. It’s in his blood. He got hooked on you and had nonstop been thinking about you. I didn’t go into detail in the earlier chapters (though I wish I did…but it will be saved for another Drabble) but I wanted to write out a page where it solely is based off of heedams perspective, from the moment he first met you to when he got you. I’m telling you right now, be prepared for some off the wall crazed obsession. I’m talking having a mural or shrine with a thousand photos sneakily took of you by a hired private investigator, and red markings that are written on a wall saying “you’re mine. You will be the mother of my children. I will get you. I love you. I will not rest until you’re here with me.” Yeah…there is a side of heedam that yall haven’t seen yet because in the series, he’s drafted as a composed and cool gentleman but hidden behind closed doors, up until he finally caught you, he was losing his mind and growing more and more insane for you. *spoiler hint*

….”what are you doing? Sleeping? Thinking? I wonder how you lay when you’re in bed. Do you rest on your stomach? Or do you sleep on your side? God…what I wouldn’t give to witness it…to experience you. Soon…soon. Go ahead and keep living per your usual routine…keep being unaware of the hunter who is watching and planning your capture. Once I shoot that arrow, you’re mine.”

Yeah…you guys thought you had heedam figured out lol. There’s a whole side of him that will be exposed, taking place right after he first met you.

And this man murdered his own grandfather just so he could have you. And trust me….hes done a lot worse for reasons that were so minuscule…remember that young man who bumped into you at Brewery’s cafe? No? Well there’s a reason for that. *hint hint*

1. Heethan. Oooookay. The one with the most character development, leading to a very insane psychopath. Again, you guys haven’t seen the worst and there are sooooo much that will be exposed in the final chapters of HHp….heethan seems cool, calm, and collected but Im telling you….if you’ve read every single chapter of Heethan’s story…all I can say is it’s not what it seems. You guys have not seen the very bad and insane side of Heethan yet, just only got a taste of it. He loves you so much, and….its just crazy how he is. It’s what’s causing the delay in the final chapters because drafting him is a huge chore, I’m trying to perfect it so that way you get a detailed image of his nature. Everything that he’s done is sincere and genuine but let’s just say you’ll be shocked when the final chapter releases. But I rated him as number one because the moment he first met you in MgR, he went downhill. And by the time he got you I the last chapter of MGR, he was so far gone (again he didn’t seem like it because he’s so cool and calm and rational but…trust me….just trust me…he’s not a man you want to mess with) and if anyone gets too close to you, man gets triggered. It doesn’t take a lot for him to give you some sleepy time tea, sneak out at night, smash skulls and bury bodies. That, or, grind a corpse into burger bits and feed it to the pigs at that lovely farm he takes you to…you know, the one from the first chapter in MRE…the one he’s taken you to a handful of times…yeah. That one.

“Heeseung…did you go somewhere? Why are you covered in dirt….are you bleeding?”

“Hm? Oh, nah. Just had to help Jake with some car issues, must have cut my finger or something. Don’t worry about me baby, go back to sleep.”

😊

“But—“

“Shhh….go…back….to sleep….pretty baby.”

😀

“Daddy’s here, so don’t you worry about a thing.”

[thedoctorisgroovy]

I come bearing angst!

male reader's a new member of the bau, he also happens to have severe night terrors.

On a long case the team is put up in a motel, reader and spencer are sharing a room. Reader, knowing he'll most likely wake up screaming bc his night terrors get worse when he's in new places, take drastic measures.

He stuffs a balled up shirt in his mouth and cover his mouth with a pillow case tied around their head, a making a rickshaw gag so that if he does wake up Spencer won't hear it.

It backfires, obviously, and when he wakes up from one of the worst night terrors of his life he's convinced for a split second that he can't breath, which leads to him thrashing in an attempt to claw it off his face, which wakes. Spencer up

Maybe it ends with some nice hurt/comfort?

HOLY SHIT I FINALLY FUCKING FINISHED IT.

I am so unbelievably sorry that this took me so long, life has been ROUGH. But here you go my sweet moot, a hurt/comfort fic just for you *kissy face* Fic under the cut so that the ask isn't too long a post.

Theme: Hurt/Comfort, Spencer Reid x Reader

Tags/Warnings: No use of y/n, Night terrors, kidnapping phobia, Spencer gets shot in a dream, ends in fluff, being vulnerable is hard.

Word Count: 1335

DEEP BREATH

You used to love sleepovers. Sure, sharing a motel room while on a work trip isn’t quite the same, but it’s still nice to have someone to talk to and unwind with before sleep. Especially due to the horrors you all witness on a daily basis.

The night terrors started not too long ago which meant that on long, stay-over cases like this one, you were quick at checking in somewhere to get your own room. You’d only joined the team recently too and didn’t feel comfortable sharing your situation with the others quite yet, or worse having an episode and scaring them in the middle of the night.

Distracted by something that Hotch was saying about the victims, you missed your window to snatch up a room all to yourself and look over to see Morgan dangling a keyring on his finger with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Looks like you’re sharing with pretty boy,” he declared loudly, tone dripping with innuendo. You rolled your eyes at him and snatched the key out of his hands. You look over at Spencer who gives you an apologetic smile and feel guilty knowing that you’ll likely be the one apologising later. Spencer approached you carefully, noting the apprehension on your face. He ducked his head slightly and lowered his voice when he spoke, attempting to give your upcoming conversation some privacy from the rest of the group.

“I’m sorry you have to share with me, I know you like your own space but I promise I’m not as bad a roommate as Morgan makes me out to be.”

Your heart sank, under any other circumstances you’re sure he would be lovely to share with. You desperately wanted to explain that he wasn’t the issue at all, but the anxiety of sharing your secret caused your heart to race and palms to sweat. You decided that it was still too soon to tell anyone and would have to come up with something creative tonight so as to not freak Spencer out in the night. You gave him a small smile followed by a mildly dismissive “it’s fine,” and lead you both to your room for the time being.

To say the room was claustrophobic would be an understatement, luckily there were two beds but they were pushed so close together due to the size of the room that it might as well have been a double bed. You lazily dumped your bag onto the bed closest to the window, and announced to Spencer that you were going to take a shower. He replied with a simple “okay” already sat on his bed - perusing the case file and clearly deep in thought. You spent a long time in the shower collecting your racing thoughts and hoping that Spencer would be asleep by the time you emerged. While showering, you had an idea to create some sort of makeshift pillow muffler around your face to use while you slept. If you did wake up in a panic - or god forbid screaming, at least it would reduce the noise and chance at waking Spencer in fright too.

Thankfully, he had passed out, file still in hand and you padded softly towards your bed. Sitting down on the bed, you ball up the pillow case and place it gently over your mouth so as to not restrict air flow and used your pjama t shirt to carefully tie it around your face. After lying down, it took a couple of minutes to adjust to the odd sensation on your face, reminding yourself to breathe deeply and deliberately so that you don’t choke or lose oxygen before and during sleep.

Unfortunately, this night seemed to be the worst nightmare yet. An unsub had you gagged and bound to a chair and you tried to scream for your team but nothing came out. The unsub laughed cockily in your face just before Spencer rounded the corner. As he did, the unsub shot him point blank in between the eyes and that’s when the scream emerged deep from within your chest. You shot up in bed, desperately clawing at the restrictions around your face, repeating Spencer’s name over and over again in sheer upset and panic. Suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder, causing you to jump and flail even more. Convinced you were still dreaming and the unsub was touching you, you couldn’t hear well enough to realise that it was Spencer trying to soothe you and take the gag off of your face. Eventually, you ripped it off with such sheer force that the pillow and t shirt tore in half and threw it angrily on the floor. As your eyes adjusted to the room, you came to your senses, noticing the outline of a very much alive Spencer hovering next to your bed and looking at you with deep concern.

“Hey, hey it’s me, it’s Spencer” he coos, placing his hand on your shoulder.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry Spencer” you sigh, trying not to burst into tears.

“Did you have a nightmare?” He asks oh so kindly and all you can do is nod your head in response and bite your lip to stop it quivering. Spencer sits on the edge of your bed and moves his hand from your shoulder to your hand, squeezing it slightly. You take a deep breath and sigh, preparing to explain what has now become inevitable.

“I get night terrors, basically every night. I’ve had them for years but they’ve got worse since I started working for the BAU. I dream that you guys are in trouble and there’s nothing I can do. I can’t scream, I can’t call for help, the unsub has me bound and I’m useless.” The tears start flowing now and you can’t stop them. Spencer rubs small circles on your hand with his thumb but doesn’t speak. He just nods slowly and intently. You notice he hasn’t asked about the crumpled mess of cloth on the floor and thank him internally. That was something you loved about Spencer - his inability to pry. You gesture with your head towards the fabric, realising you should probably explain even though he hadn’t asked.

“I didn't want to scare you” you admit looking down into your lap. “I usually wake up screaming and I was embarrassed to admit it to anyone so I just thought I would improvise, but it just made it worse. I’d hoped it would muffle the sound and you’d stay asleep and I could act like nothing happened in the morning. That’s why I was awkward about sharing the room. Not because of you, but because of me.” You wince slightly at the final words, the insecurity of your condition manifesting as guilt.

Spencer takes a second to think before responding, collecting his words carefully.

“I understand why you didn’t tell anyone. It’s scary to be vulnerable. I also know that being new and wanting to fit in seems really important but you’re a vital member of the team already and we all support you. We’re your friends whether you feel that way or not. We have your back and you can tell us anything. I think if you’re struggling with this, you should speak to an FBI counsellor so that the dreams don’t get worse, okay?” You sniffle and nod, looking up into his kind and sleepy eyes. Suddenly he pulls you into a hug that envelops you into his lanky limbs,  it should feel awkward but all you feel is peace and safety for the first time in a long time.

“Try and get some more sleep okay? I’m here if you need me but we have to at the police station in a few hours.” Spencer offers gently. You simply nod, lay back down and close your eyes attempting to rest for a short while. At least time, you might have sweet dreams of being in Spencer’s arms again.

[yeowangies]

Full Moon

PAIRING: Raditz/AFAB!Reader RATING: Explicit CONTENTS: Medieval fantasy AU, Explicit Sexual Content. WARNINGS: Monsterfucking, Werewolf!Raditz, Olfactophilia, Spanking, Some Spooky Themes WORDCOUNT: 2511

Summary:

You weren’t at all like those cowards. You wanted to know more, to travel, to know everything there was to know about the world. It was a start to wander into the woods, you would have to go through them eventually if you wanted to leave that town someday. 

Notes:

For kinktober! I didn't want any of my submissions to be longer than 2k but. Here we are. Late and long as heck.

I tried to make this a little on the spooky side too, I'm trying to gain more confident with this kind of theme. I still have two spooky fics planned for the rest of the month

Day 18: Olfactophilia & Spanking

You haven’t been afraid when you ventured into the woods that day. You were curious, wanted to know what the fuss was about with that forest; everyone in town mentioned how dangerous it was due to the magical creatures that inhabited it, everyone was so convinced that the forest was cursed. You were positive that was the case, but you had to see it for yourself. If you were lucky, you might even find a goblin or whatever. 

You weren’t at all like those cowards. You wanted to know more, to travel, to know everything there was to know about the world. It was a start to wander into the woods, you would have to go through them eventually if you wanted to leave that town someday. 

It was getting dark, however, and while you prepared yourself for it, you didn’t expect it would get so cold and silent as soon as the sun started setting. A chill ran up your spine as you sat against a tree trunk for a minute to catch your breath. It would be impossible to sleep that night, you already knew that. 

The sound of footsteps alerted you, and you quickly turned to face whoever, or whatever, it was. 

“What are you doing here, girl?” A tall man stood by the tree, menacing, as he spoke in a low voice that made your inside turn.

“Who are you?” You asked, confused and still a little spooked. 

“I think I asked you first.” When he grinned, you saw sharp teeth, gleaming. 

Your guts told you this person wasn’t human. Anyone could have sharp teeth, but everything about him, his aura, his presence, was definitely monstrous. If anything, his height and his long, wild mane was probably an indicator that he must not have been human.

“I… I’m lost.” You lied. 

“Nobody ever comes to this forest.” He answered, obviously skeptical. 

“I know that.”

He grunted, looking down at you. You still couldn’t see him well; it was getting dark, and all his features were fuzzy. 

“Are you going to tell me who you are now?” 

“Raditz.”

Strange name, you never heard one like it. 

After introducing yourself, he knelt down in front of you, and you could finally see him a little better. 

He had sharp teeth, but everything about him was sharp; strong jawline, bulging muscles noticeable enough through his shirt, and even a defined hairline that would have amused you under other circumstances. Raditz was extremely handsome, and the way he looked at you made you feel as if you were a defenseless animal. 

You weren’t certain, but that might be the case if he truly was not human. 

He stared at you until you started to fidget nervously, holding tightly onto your cloak. 

“Why are you staring at me?”

“I can’t let a feeble girl like you stay in the woods during the night.” He said, standing up and offering you his hand. “Come with me.”

“I don’t think I should take the hand of someone I just met.” 

His hand dropped immediately, and you heard a quiet growl from within his chest that sent chills up your spine. 

“If you want to stay out here and risk your life on a full moon night, suit yourself.”

“Wait, wait!” When he turned to leave, you stood up, grabbing his shirt with your hand. You practically had to strain your neck to even look at him. “Fine, I’ll go with you.”

“Follow me then.” He said without even sparing you a glance. 

You grabbed your few possessions and strode behind him. Raditz actually walked pretty fast, like he couldn’t wait to leave that place. You only had to walk for a few minutes, dodging tree roots and rocks as you tried to keep up with his pace before you got to a shack.

The cabin creaked as soon as you stepped inside, and the darkness in it engulfed you. There weren’t any windows and your guts told you it wasn’t safe to even be there. Raditz turned on a lamp and it wasn’t even enough to light up the small place, but you saw the mess in it either way. The table was full of glasses and bottles, some cups and broken glass scattered on the floor. There was a small fireplace, and a makeshift bed nearby. 

“Stay here.” He said, leaving the light on the table. “Do not even dare to go out tonight.”

“Hold on.” You grabbed his arm when he turned to leave. “Where are you going?”

“Out. Stay here.”

Raditz shrugged off your hand effortlessly, and left, shutting the door behind him. 

Being left alone in a cold and dark shack in the middle of the forest made you feel even worse than if you were to sleep out in the open. That place simply didn’t feel right; the broken glass, the lack of any kind of furniture, not even a chair, and even the tiny fireplace seemed out of place. 

You assumed Raditz would eventually come back, even if it was really late at night, but as you sat down on the pelts that you assumed he used as a bed, you started wondering why he would even leave you there alone. He could have stayed as well, even if it was a small space for two, you still fitted. It made no sense he simply left. 

You did stay inside, and you did try to fall asleep, but all the noises from outside were too distracting. Distant howling, leaves ruffling, wind blowing through trees; chills run up your spine every two seconds, and the coldness in the shack wasn’t really helping. 

Why weren’t there any windows anyway?

After a few hours, you couldn’t keep still anymore. You were there to confirm that that forest was haunted, weren’t you? Wrapping your cloak tightly around you, you opened the door as quietly as you could to take a peek outside. The full moon and the stars were the only natural light, and even then they didn’t help much, but you stepped out anyway. Looking around, you walked through the trees as silently as possible, occasionally stepping on some branches and leaves that would obviously give away your location to whatever roamed the woods. 

The sounds of grunting and panting caught your attention, and you looked around, moving towards them once you figured out where they came from. You still tried to be careful but once you noticed a familiar figure in the distance, you froze.

The groans were coming from Raditz, you were positive it was him even if he looked different. His shirt was torn and he was crunching over as if he was in pain, if the noises he was making weren’t already any indication. You stood still as you watched him, and even through the dim light of the night, you knew what was going on. 

He was shifting, body spasming and muscles tensing as hair grew on his back and arms. His hands clutched the dirt on the floor as they grew bigger, claws replacing his nails and growing longer. His grunts turned into huffs and low growls as his back arched, his entire body somehow getting bigger. 

You could barely contain the gasp that left your lips once you realized he was turning into a wolf. 

Raditz was alerted of your presence by the sound you made and immediately turned to you. His eyes gleamed in the dark and his teeth were even longer and sharper, and fear completely overtook you. 

When he launched at you, you were too scared to move, and soon your back hit the ground as he pinned you to the ground. 

“You’re a werewolf!” You practically yelled as you finally saw him from up close. 

His face was still the same as before, it just looked slightly unnerving. The muscles were more stained, as if he was in excruciating pain, baring his teeth. Even through that, you still thought he was attractive. 

“Stupid girl,” Raditz growled as he wrapped a clawed hand around your neck. “I told you to stay inside!”

“And miss seeing this? No way!”

“You really are stupid.” He smirked, and as his eyes fixed on your face, you paid attention to every detail your own gaze could reach. 

You had never seen a werewolf before, but this didn’t seem like a full transformation. He was different, bigger, with fur covering most of his body, but he was still himself. Or so it seemed. You flinched when he leaned down, pressing his entire body against yours, and buried his face in your neck. You were trembling, expecting him to take a bite of your flesh, but instead you heard him sniff your skin. 

“So, are you going to eat me or…?” You asked, shivering the more time he spent on top of you, pressing his nose into your neck.

Raditz pulled away and looked at you, amused. It was a weird sight to see, his face was contorted due to the change he had, but you could still notice he seemed entertained by you. 

“Eat you? Is that what you want?”

“Uh, well, no, but you've been there for a while…”

Arching an eyebrow, his eyes traveled down your body, and your stomach turned weirdly underneath his gaze. Fear was still the primary emotion, but the tingle in your skin was inevitable. 

You lived for the thrill of this after all. 

You yelped when Raditz effortlessly ripped off your cloak, leaving you in just your dress. His gaze felt heavy as he eyed your now visible cleavage, and you jumped slightly when his hand slid up your leg, bunching up the fabric. 

“You didn’t actually get lost, did you?” He smirked, squeezing your thigh, nails scraping against your skin. “You were looking for danger.”

It was your turn to arch your brow, but you didn’t even try to deny it, only smiling in response. His smirk grew wider as he groped your breast through your clothes before trailing his hand downwards to lift up your skirt, making you gasp when he easily got rid of your underwear, ripping it in two with just one of his claws. 

Fear and arousal mixed together inside your loins, creating an entirely new emotion, but when he suddenly buried his face in between your legs, embarrassment took over, and you watched him in horror as he basically took in your smell. 

“Wha-What are you doing?!”

The sound of his nose inhaling against your skin was the answer you got as you felt your face heat up instantly. You moved your legs, squirming to get away from him, but his hands on your hips were too strong and you could only do so much when his hands gripped your thighs, digging his claws into your flesh. 

“Fuck, you smell good,” Raditz purred, pulling away only a little to stare at you through hooded lids. “Even more so now that you’re wet.”

You couldn’t believe his words, covering your face with your hands, too ashamed to answer. A startled yell escaped your lips when you suddenly felt something wet glide across the skin between your legs. You peeked through your fingers, mortified to see him licking at your folds, humming contently as if he was having the most delicious meal. 

This couldn’t be right; a literal monster had his tongue on your most private parts, and while you were abashed about it, it felt incredible. The heat in your abdomen kept growing as Raditz ate you out earnestly, making you moan breathlessly, his lustful eyes not leaving your face once, paying close attention to your reaction. 

Your hands reached for him, burying your fingers in his hair as he pressed even closer, his nose digging into your clit insistently, like he was still trying to take in more of your scent. His eyes rolled back when his tongue curled inside you, making him groan against your skin, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. It didn’t take long for you to reach your peak with a dragged out whimper, back arching as your mind went blank. 

Raditz slurped on your release, not letting up until you started tugging at his hair urgently. Pressing his nose once more to your folds, he pulled away, sitting up, looking down at you with a wide grin on his face. 

“You taste just as good as you smell.” He licked his lips, hands stroking your sides. 

Your face couldn’t have felt hotter than it did at that moment when you noticed half his face covered in your wetness and his saliva. He didn’t seem to mind, not making any effort to clean himself as he caressed your hips. 

You were promptly turned around, stomach pressed against your cloak on the ground as Raditz held your ass up. You were too out of it to even ask what he was doing, but when he pressed his mouth and nose back in between your thighs, you groaned in embarrassment. 

“Stop smelling me!”

“Your scent drives me crazy, though.” Raditz chuckled, dragging his tongue over your folds, making you twitch. 

He hummed as kept on licking, making your toes curl, the warmth in your abdomen growing again. You yelped when you suddenly felt his hand on your ass, squeezing and caressing before he slapped it lightly. It surprised you, making you flinch and moan when he did it again. 

Raditz pulled away and sat up, positioning himself behind you. You looked over your shoulder, eying him with desire, knowing too well what was about to happen. Your only regret in this position was the fact that you haven’t actually seen his cock. It must be commensurable to the rest of his body so you braced yourself, holding tightly onto the cloak underneath you. 

When he pushed in slowly, you couldn’t help but scream. It was obviously big, making your legs tremble until he was fully sheathed inside. He only gave you a second to get used to his size before he started moving, pulling back before snapping his hips forward, holding you in place. 

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Raditz asked, voice raspy and dripping lust, as he slapped your ass once more, making you whine. 

Your only answer was a shaky moan that slipped past your lips as he smacked your behind again, grabbing a handful, digging his claw into your flesh. Your skin must have been marked up with bruises and scratches but you couldn’t care less at that moment. 

His cock slid into you deliciously rough and fast, leaving you completely breathless. Desire and pleasure invaded your mind and all you could think about was why you haven’t decided to venture into the woods before. It must have all been fate, otherwise you wouldn’t have met him at all. 

Your body started trembling again in no time and you saw stars behind your eyes as Raditz leant down, pressing his chest to your back, licking at your neck before grazing his teeth on your skin. 

[stellari-s]

heyoooo!, I don't know how to ask for a one shot so as not to seem rude... if you want, could you make an ithaqua x reader(survivor)?.

Survivor, she met Ithaqua when they were younger, because she almost froze to death in the storm in the snow and Ithaqua as a teenager helped her and took her to her mother to help her, after helping her for a few months the tragedy passed, Ithaqua sent the survivor away but she didn't Ithaqua knew that he was in love with him and Ithaqua never knew until,He arrives at the mansion with a letter saying at the end that he will find a person he left a long time ago, and at this point the survivor was still in love with him although a few years had passed, since Ithaqua sent her away to protect her from her deceased twin brother. Maybe Ithaqua will stop seeing her as a younger sister now as something different... I don't know how this is fluff or anguish...If you want you can do it? I'm sorry if I use the feminine a lot, I'm used to it but if you want to make it gender fluid, have a good day!

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hey, anon! no worries, it's not rude to request for a one-shot at all (｡･ω･｡) i tried to incorporate the things you mentioned to some extent but i hope i didn't misunderstand anything,, hope you enjoy nonetheless though!

request; yes, by anon! requests are open (with a bit of a queue), so feel free to send in your ideas 💕

wc; 1 113.

tags; gn! survivor! reader, pre-manor flashbacks, canon-typical vibes, ithaqua & reader sibling relationship, a bit of violence, some angst.

summary; the past is much like a dream in this cold and lonely place. by the time you can finally meet him again, it is under the circumstances you wanted the least.

everything feels like a dream.

yet, even now you can recall with striking vividness the feeling of the cold snow against your skin along with warmth from the company of others close to your heart.

nothing from that time was a dream.

yet, in this point in time when the coldness is a hodgepodge of pain and loneliness, everything feels like one.

the only proof you have despite your blurry memory is an amulet, left behind by your foster mother, who had raised you with a certain boy whose name you have forgotten.

gripping the amulet, you think back to the moment when your life was engulfed in a sea of orange flames.

screams made the flames waver back and forth, and seeing the woman who was allegedly deemed a “witch” by a cult led by someone whose face was identical to his, your breathing grew more uneven by the minute.

“this woman, a widow, is hereby a witch as declared by our god who bestows us with his wisdom,” he declared, a sick expression plastered on his face, “and thus here she shall now atone for her sins - may they burn to ashes.”

his words were like an order; with a flick of his wrist, a large group came in with torches and threw them inside. your foster mother was chained with nowhere to run.

meanwhile, your brother ran toward you. he stumbled a few steps, but then he crouched down before you, his hands lightly gripping your shoulders, perhaps in an attempt to comfort you amid the chaos.

“listen to me,” he said with a hushed voice, his wide blue eyes tinted with a slightly orange hue, “you have to get out of here, alright?”

“but what about you?”

“i’ll stay behind and save mother and get her out of this. but for now, you have to get out.” he almost sounded desperate at this point. “please, i can’t afford to lose you too.”

something tugged on your heart when you saw his expression and heard his voice, almost begging you to run away so he could at least be comforted by the idea that you were alive, somewhere he didn’t know.

but alive nonetheless.

tears started to stain your eyes and cheeks from the smoke and a mountain of emotions, but you found the strength, albeit barely, to stand up and run out of the house.

you took your amulet and ran, only daring to look back when the sea of fire looked like a faint warm glow.

the fire threatening to burn you is almost apparent, even now, sitting within this cold manor.

you look down at the amulet in your hands, gripping it tightly before loosening your hold, and then enveloping it in the warmth of your hands once again, desperate to keep the memories close to your heart.

right now, it’s your only way to cope.

you always dread that knock on your door with an invitation to another “game”. you know whoever is chasing you will don a distorted appearance meant to scare you. and the manor owner wants that. you have seen it all: a girl forcibly bound to a wheelchair carrying a chisel, a man with long sharp claws, spirits who reside within a cursed umbrella…

just who is going to be next?

that is the only thought running through your mind as you run through the dark woods. trees and bushes obstruct your vision, and eventually, you slip into a small body of water that looks unnaturally green, like some man-made light is illuminating from below.

you try getting out, but the water slows you down, enough that the hunter could find and catch you.

the encounter is brief - you can make out a mask, an axe, a lantern, but he is nimble and swings without hesitation. when your mind is yelling at you to dodge but your legs don’t move, you have to hit them before they finally fight against the water.

the axe lands beside you with a splash, and panting, you look up at that white mask.

for a moment, time seems to slow down.

everything in your surroundings seem to slow to a stop and lose its color as you look at the hunter before you.

your chest tightens; it’s as if someone had reached into your heart and slowly started stretching it from both sides. you are wide-eyed, unable to blink at this boy, who looked like a stranger out for blood yet so, so familiar.

that’s right… his name is-

the blade stops just short of your face. seeing it so close to you makes your heart hammer out of your chest - the hunter looking so tall with the stilts don’t help your nerves either.

“(y/n)?”

hearing your name once again coming from the person you miss the most, tears are beyond your control, your chest laden with pain.

yet, you didn’t want to meet him again here, not under these circumstances.

you wanted to meet him while viewing the first snow, or fall asleep together while mother sang a lullaby.

why did it have to be now, after mother was long gone? after happiness has long been broken?

you can’t bring yourself to stun him the entire match. you can only run away, avoiding that lantern’s flicker, until you find yourself back in your cold room.

lying on the bed, you look over with heavy eyes. to the side on a plain mahogany desk is the amulet.

next to that is a single vase, filled with pink carnations.

ithaqua, now alone in the room with no prying eyes, slowly takes off his mask.

beneath the mask is a perplexed expression, light blue eyes seeming to waver slightly.

he walks to the desk where a letter lays, the red flower-shaped seal ripped but the letter still folded neatly within. with nimble motions, he takes out the folded piece of paper and unfolds it, reading the invitation.

dear ithaqua,

i hope this letter finds you well. i’m writing on behalf of the owner of oletus manor to ask for your help with a rather large-scale experiment.

after some consideration, we have determined you to be a perfect fit for what we are looking for, so we would like to formally invite you to participate in a series of games for us.

of course, we will not ask you to do this for free. we will compensate you handsomely with any reward you wish for should you adequately complete what is asked of you.

if this offer strikes your fancy, we hope to see you at oletus manor, where a certain reunion may await you.

sincerely,

miss nightingale.

[libraryledge]

A Part of My Story (A Reimagined Tale Set in the World of Wonka) Chapter 1

The snow outside was falling and I felt as cold inside as the weather was outside. I traveled to London with dreams of becoming a writer and making my mark in the world of literature. I didn’t expect it to happen overnight, but I certainly didn’t expect to be spending the night in a dirty old washhouse with its two grouchy owners. However, Scrubitt and Bleacher’s Laundry House was the only place that I could afford to stay tonight, and the low prices made me extremely suspicious.

As I trailed my suitcase up the dirty stairs, I spotted the bulky dog, whom they called Tiddles. He was curled up in the corner of one of the empty corridors. Tiddles had a reputation for being a grouchy canine, but truthfully who could blame him? I’m sure he was a sweetheart, but circumstances made it difficult to enjoy the carefree life that other dogs had. If someone were to show him some love, I’m sure he wouldn’t spend so much time sulking.

When I finally made it up the stairs, I walked to the room where I would be staying. I was about to unlock the door, when I realized it was already open. Confused, I peeked inside. I barely had my head through the doorway when a scrawny, young man in a plum coat, multicolored scarf, green waistcoat, tan striped pants, and a top hat, resting on his mop of brown curls, scurried my way. He gave me an eager smile and stuck out his hand for me to shake. 

“Hi! You must be my new roommate! My name is Willy Wonka!” he exclaimed excitedly, shaking my limp arm.

“Roommate?” I asked in confusion. Scrubitt and Bleacher conveniently forgot to mention that detail to me.

“Uh-uh! I’m so glad to have some company. It has been rather lonely. No one ever comes up here. Except for Noodle, but she’s usually busy doing chores." He took off his hat and performed a mock bow.

“M'lady.” he said, ushering me inside. As I tried to make sense of this unusual situation, I couldn't help thinking how he perfectly captured the eccentricity of a children’s book character. 

Once inside, I stood in the corner of the room which was dimly lit and smelled like rust. “So uh...Willy is it?” I asked as I couldn’t help thinking how unfortunate that name was, especially for a guy living in London. “How did you end up here?”

Even in the low light, I could see a large grin spread across his face. “I’m somewhat of a magician, inventor, and chocolate maker. I want to open the greatest chocolate shop the world has ever seen! I just need a place to stay for a few nights. By this time tomorrow, I plan to have made my fortune!”

“You’ve really got it planned out.” I replied. Chocolate was my weakness, so I was a bit intrigued by this man’s ambition. 

“Ever since I was a kid, I knew this is what I wanted to do.” he replied “It’s a dream that I shared with my mom before she passed away about seven years ago.” he admitted a little shyly.

Taken aback a bit, I responded “Oh! I’m sorry.”

Willy waved at me dismissively. “Don’t be. I believe that if I make my dream come true, she’ll be right there beside me. Now, you must be tired.” He motioned over to the corner of the room which had a rusty sink, flickering lamp, and a wobbly bed. 

“I should mention that one of the beds broke last night when I was sleeping. I was probably too heavy.” he said, shrugging sheepishly. I seriously doubted that since he was such a scrawny guy. The more probable cause was that Scrubitt and Bleacher were too stingy to invest in beds that weren’t worn out or had springs popping out of them. However, I let him continue.

“Anyway, there is only one bed in here so that means well…” he trailed off and didn’t finish his sentence, but I figured that I could fill in the blanks.

“That we are going to have to share?” I asked, not fond of being in such close proximity to a stranger, especially not on a dusty, twin sized mattress, sitting upon a wobbly frame.

Willy gave me a strange look. “No! It just means I’ll sleep under your bed.” he says matter of factly, as if he didn’t just suggest the most absurd solution to this predicament.

“What?” I ask, completely taken aback by his response.

“Yeah. I need to keep an eye out for the little orange man anyway. He’s always after my chocolate.” he replied. Then, noting my confusion he said. “You don’t believe me do you?”

“ I mean. That’s a pretty wild statement that I don’t really know how to respond to” I replied. Willy nodded sympathetically.

“That’s ok. Noodle didn’t believe me either. Once I catch him, we won’t have to worry about it anymore.” Willy said with a genuine smile.

“Ok. Then…” I said because I figured that it was easier to go along with this wacky story than argue with him. I placed my suitcase in the corner of the room and then sat on the bed, half expecting it to collapse under me. Shockingly, it didn’t, so I curled my feet up on the mattress. Deep in thought, Willy studied me.

“Now that you're comfortable in bed, close your eyes and count to ten. I need to take off my pants.” he said calmly, once more oblivious to the absurdity of his words. 

“Whoa! What?” I said raising my hands up in shock. 

Willy took off his plum coat, placed it on the ground, and said “The night is young and I have lots of work to do, so I hope you don’t mind.” He gave me a sweet smile, as if he didn’t just drop the most appalling statement five seconds earlier. 

What have I gotten myself into? I thought as I turned around and closed my eyes. If I could have afforded it, I would have been in a nice little studio in downtown London, writing my story while sipping on a mug of hot chocolate. Instead, I was stuck in the attic of a stuffy laundry house, with a wonky man, who has no shame in removing his clothing in front of strangers. 

I heard rustling behind me and then Willy announced “Ok. you can turn around now!”

I braced myself, unsure of what to expect once I opened my eyes.

Willy was standing in front of me, surprisingly fully clothed, except I did notice that his pants were missing a small piece from the hem at the bottom, barely exposing his left ankle.

“I’ve got it!” he said excitedly waving a tiny square of fabric in front of my nose. I realized that it was the piece that was missing from his pants.

“Uh…Ok. I’m lost. What do you have exactly?” I said, baffled by the entire situation.

Willy gave me a big grin, which I started to realize he did often, and announced. “It’s my present for Tiddles!”

“The dog?” I asked, still not following along with his charades.

“Mmm hmm.” Willy responded. Then, he looked around the room to make sure no one was listening. Clearly there wasn’t, unless the little orange man really did exist and was lurking around in the shadows, which I seriously doubted. 

He lowered his voice and whispered “Don’t tell anyone, but I’m working on a new invention. Tiddles is helping me out. Scrubitt and Bleacher expect all of their tenants to work in the washroom to pay off their debts.” I raised my eyebrows because this was news to me. Willy continued, “But I need to get into town to sell my chocolate so, that’s where Tiddles comes in” 

“How?” I asked him, intrigued to see where this discussion was headed.

“When I first arrived, Bleacher thought Tiddles was attracted to my legs.” he shrugged. “Makes sense since the saying goes, want to make ‘em sigh show ‘em some thigh. Am I right?” My eyes widened as Willy had once again continued his wild habit of dropping the most unhinged statements without concern. 

“Anyway, I quickly learned that he wasn’t drawn to my legs, but rather to these pants that I got from a mailman in Minsk.” he said as if it was the most obvious explanation. “So, I’m making this contraption that will get Tiddles a chance to play, and his running will power a machine that will wash the clothes.” He taps his head with his finger, as if to say “Clever right?”

I had to admit that this was not where I saw this conversation going, and I was impressed with his wit. “That is such a wild plan, but I have to hand it to you, it’s a genius move.” I said.

“Aww! Thank you!” Willy said, flushing over my praise. Suddenly, his eyes widened and he flashed me a smile that stretched from ear to ear as he replied, “I know. It’s the best idea yet!”

I chuckled at how quickly he switched from humility to self-confidence. “So where is this invention of yours?” I asked.

“It’s down in the washroom. I can show it to you tomorrow morning.” he said with a smile. “But, I think we need to get some sleep first. It’s a big day tomorrow. I’m going to make my mark at the Galleries Gourmet and you…” he stopped and studied me curiously. “What are you going to do tomorrow?”

I stopped to think about it for a moment. Honestly, I didn’t really know what I was planning to do since my priority when I arrived in London was to get a roof over my head. “Oh. Well, I’m a writer, so perhaps I will try looking for a publishing house that I can send my manuscripts to. Baby steps.” I replied with a shrug.

“You write stories? Will you read something to me please?” he asked as a dreamy look crossed over his face. “My mama used to read books to me before bed, so I’ve always had a soft spot for them. Even if…” he stopped, contemplating if he should admit something to me “I never learned to read.”

I tried not to look surprised. Willy seemed so clever and imaginative, so it was a bit shocking that he didn’t know how to read, but I figured that someone who lost a parent at such a young age must not have had anyone to teach them certain life skills, like reading. 

“That’s ok. I can teach you. It’s really not so hard. For a man who can make washing machines and chocolate treats from scratch, this will be easy as pie.” I said with a smile.

Willy grinned. “Let’s make a deal. You teach me to read, and I’ll give you a lifetime supply of my chocolate once I open my shop.” He held out his smallest finger and said, "Pinky swear on it? You know, that's the most solemn vow there is."

I chuckled at his rapid negotiation skills as I interlocked my finger with his. “I have an addiction to chocolate, so this bargain is a no brainer.”

“I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.” Willy said optimistically.

“Isn’t that a quote from a movie?” I asked. Back home, I’d occasionally visit the theater because I loved watching a good story unfold. Who knew? Maybe one of my pieces would be adapted for the silver screen someday.

“Is it? I’ve never watched one before” he replied.

“Ok. How about we add that to the bargain as well? There are many great films to enjoy.” I said as I realized that there was in fact a lot that we could teach one another.

Willy nodded and began making his way under the bed. I quickly stopped him and said. “You are not sleeping under the bed. I don’t mind sleeping on the floor if you want to sleep on the mattress. You were here first.”

He shook his head. “That’s ok. I actually prefer to sleep by the window. It has a nice view.” He nodded over to a window, and despite it being closed off with prison-like bars, which was undoubtedly Scrubitt and Bleacher’s doing, I could see the snowflakes falling outside. 

“Alright then.” I said as I pulled a notepad out of my suitcase. “Sit here for now.” I said, patting an empty space on the bed beside me. “I can read to you from the rough draft of one of my stories, if you’d like.”

“Yes please!” he said as he eagerly flopped onto the bed. 

“Once upon a time there lived a little boy named Charlie…” I began and smiled as I saw Willy peeking over my shoulder, trying to make sense of the words in front of me. Eventually, I finished the first chapter, and I glanced over to see him looking contemplative.

“So…what did you think?” I asked him. He was the first person that I had ever read my story aloud to, so I was itching for some feedback.

“I love it! What happens next?” Willy asked in anticipation.

“Honestly, I’m not sure yet. I want Charlie to have a happy ending, since he’s grown up so poor, but I don’t really know what adventures he will get up to yet.” I answered.

“He needs a friend, someone who believes in him. I think everyone does.” He smiled at me once more, and I returned the gesture. He continued, “Writing seems fun because you leave everything up to pure imagination. Just like what I do with my chocolate.” We sat for a moment in silence until he suddenly hopped down from the bed, and scurried over towards the window. 

“Well good night! Tomorrow we say goodbye to having to scrub scrub and hello to making our dreams come true!” he said as he curled up under the window frame.

“Goodnight.” I replied. 

That night, I couldn’t sleep. Ironically, not because I was inhabiting a run-down attic that smelled of mold, but because I couldn’t help trying to figure Willy out. His quirks and unabashed manner made it impossible to define him. While I didn’t understand everything he said, I could tell he was creative and his heart was in the right place.

I turned to look at Willy. Even asleep he had a smile on his face. Meanwhile, I was contemplating what he said to me earlier, “He needs a friend, someone who believes in him. I think everyone does.” Making friends was something I always struggled with because I wasn’t one who opened up easily to new people. However, as I listened to the snow fall gently upon the roof of the laundry house, I realized that I didn’t feel as cold as I did when I first arrived here. Something told me that Willy Wonka was going to be a very important part of my story. 

[hikari-drkspc]

↬ yandere! tamaki with an enthusiastic darling

character: amajiki tamaki [boku no hero academia]

warning: yandere, k1dnapping ; MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI, PUT YOUR AGE IN BIO/PINNED POST TO INTERACT

words: 635

a/n: this is a repost from my main blog (@/hikari-writes) so yes this writing is old + bad, i just moved them here w/o editing bc im lazy and wants to keep reminding myself how bad my writing used to be <3 ....i think this was a request from someone but i cant rmmbr wojdkwjdjwj

➳ Your cheerfulness and enthusiasm always have charmed Tamaki. He loves how dazzling you are and has had the longest crush with you.

➳ You always encourage him and give your biggest support to him. He believes that no one else can make him as happy as you could.

➳ He worries a lot for you. You’re always so trusting and kind to others. He’s afraid that the world will “corrupt” you one day and you’ll never be the same again.

➳ So he decided to take matters into his own hands. He needed to keep you away from the world.

➳ He invited you to have a cup of tea with him. Unbeknownst to you, a sedative had been put into the drink and you drank it without any suspicion.

➳ When you woke up, you saw that your right wrist had been chained to a bed. Of course you were freaking out at first but then when you saw Tamaki coming in the room, relief washed over you.

➳ “uh…so…this is..?”

➳ You had asked, while holding up the chain.

➳ Tamaki’s face flushed when he looked at you. He still can’t believe that you were on his bed. He still can’t believe he even DID that.

➳ “You’re too bright for the world. I…I can’t afford you to be corrupted. There’s no need to be afraid. I’ll protect you from the world. Y-you’re safe here…with me.”

➳ This surprised you a bit but what you get from what he said was,

➳ “So…I don’t know if I’m right or not but from what I get…you’re doing this because you love me…right?”

➳ He blushed so hard at your guess. He got so flustered that he stayed quiet for some moments, making you think your statement was wrong.

➳ “Oh, sorry. Was that wrong?”

➳ “No, it wasn’t! You’re right! Sorry….I got a bit flustered….I- I really love you so much that I…”

➳ You lit up and smiled at him.

➳ “What~ So that was really the case? Geez, there’s really no need for this, Tamaki. I love you too, you know.”

➳ You were saying that so playfully that if one does not know better, they would’ve thought you were talking about something that’s under normal circumstances.

➳ When you are CLEARLY being chained to a bed and your captive is literally in front of you.

➳ He didn’t know what to say at first and couldn’t believe his ears. After several attempts of convincing, he finally believed you felt the same way as him.

➳ He unlocked the chain and guided you around the house, since, he certainly WON’T ever let you out.

➳ You found a room that he didn’t let you in and went inside.

➳ Ho boi…it was a room full of pictures of you from walls to ceiling. There’s even a mini shrine dedicated to you. The book shelf was full of notebooks consisting of how much he loves you and 1001 reasons to love you.

➳ When Tamaki saw you in the room, let me tell you, he FREAKED the heck out.

➳ He was so sure you’d be disgusted by him now and he almost started crying when he saw your reaction.

➳ “OMG, Tamaki, you had a SHRINE dedicated to me??? I LOVE YOU! OH GOD, I’VE NEVER FELT SO LOVED IN MY ENTIRE LIFE BEFORE.”

➳ You probably had shed quite a few tears when you said that. You were so touched by his…love for you.

➳ Tamaki wasn’t expecting that but if you’re happy, then he is too.

➳ And so you lived your life as his sweet, sweet, darling forever and ever after.

➳ Unlocked: Happy Ever After Ending