#why was i the one who had to apologize after that...asked him not to make assumptions about my family and he teared up??? like???

[kisses4themissus]

Just A Fool | M.R X Reader

a/n: happy mothers day y'all...why not celebrate mother's day with some cuteness...and angst.. pairing: Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Single Mom!Reader wc: 5.2k (idk I blinked and it was at 5k)

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Chatter and clicking of plates and cups filled the restaurant.

“So?” Robby began, glancing over to Lacey then to you beside her. “How did you not know she’s mine?” You asked, confused how he had assumed she was your niece. “I wasn’t thinking, does anyone else know?” he asked, glancing over to see Lacey already staring at him.

“I thought everyone knew i was a mom, lovebug stop staring at him.” You said, patting lacey’s hand on the table.

“He looks like the guy from josh’s game!” Lacey realized after staring intently at robby. “If having a kid turns you away then– what did you say?” you turned to lacey who sat next to you smiling at robby.

“He looks like the army guy!” She laughed, before turning to robby, sitting up on her knees. “My mommy likes his face hair.” She told Robby, who chuckled and titled his head. “Army guy?” Robby questioned.

“She thinks you look like a call of duty character.” You explained, chuckling to yourself. 

With a shocked expression, Robby stared at Lacey for a bit before turning to you. “She plays call of duty?” he asked, shocked as the little girl began to nod proudly.

You laughed and shook your head. “Her older cousins play but they let her get on the mic to talk shit.” You explained, looking over to see Lacey searching for her restaurant crayon. 

Robby nodded at the explanation. “I’ve dated a single mom before, she had a son…his name is jake.” Robby spoke softly as he watched you recognize the name.

“The boy who lost his girlfriend at pittfest?” You questioned, earning a slow nod from robby.

“He told me that he had gone to a therapist and said that it didn’t help but when he went to the hospital, he ran into someone..” Robby hinted, making you nod.

“I know the grief he’s going through, told him I wished Adamson was here so I could give him a proper apology.” you told robby, running your hand over the back of lovebug’s head 

There was a beat of silence before Robby asked.

“Was the person you lost her dad?” Robby motioned for lovebug who was too busy following the little maze on her place setting to listen to the adults.

You shook your head. “I wish he was her dad, he would’ve been a great one.” You sighed, looking down at the little girl. Robby saw the look of sadness and backed off the topic. 

Feeling eyes on her, Lacey looked up and saw both you and robby staring at her. “What?” She asked, looking a bit upset. “Got a problem?” She asked, raising her crayon to point at robby and you.

Robby chuckled and raised his hands in surrender. “I haven’t said anything.” 

Lacey sighed and nodded before flipping her place mat to face Robby, handing him a yellow crayon. She tapped the paper and pointed to her little tic tac toe board where she had placed a big X in the middle.

Glancing over you took in a deep breath and looked at robby with a smile. “Good luck, she’s good at those..” You sighed, picking up your drink.

Robby had begun to play with Lacey, at first letting her win but slowly grew to be competitive as she managed to trap him each time before running her red crayon over a line of hidden X’s. He leaned across the table and looked at Lacey in a mix of shock and awe.

“How do you keep doing that?” He laughed as Lacey shrugged before turning to you.

“How much longer, I'm hungry!” She dragged out her letters, flopping over on your shoulder.

You laughed and rubbed her head. “I’m not sure lovebug, we’re not the only people in here eating.” You explained, motioning towards the other booths and tables.

She sighed and placed her hands under her chin as she sat back down. She looked out the window before sighing once more, a bit more dramatic.

Both you and robby exchanged a look.

“Why does your family all call her that?” Robby asked, earning a laugh from you.

“Before I found out I was pregnant, I claimed I had a really terrible stomach bug, that’s why I was always tired, vomiting, and grumpy. So when I took a test and it was positive my brothers teased me by saying I had a lovebug in my stomach.” You explained.

Robby chuckled and nodded. “She’s more of a bedbug though!” You teased, tickling her sides. 

“Stop it mommy!” She laughed, wiggling from you.

You let her go and smiled as she sighed and moved back to her part of the booth, leaning over the table, Lacey looked at robby.

“Dr. robby. what’s your favorite color?” She asked, tapping the table with her pink painted nails. Robby chuckled and pretended to think.

“Blue.” He answered, earning a nod from lovebug.

“I like blue, my favorite is green.” She smiled at the doctor. 

“How was rat practice?” he asked, taking a sip of his drink, watching as Lacey perked up.

“Great, me and the older kids said on opening night we should do WWE rats, and– and I'd be the flying rat off the couch!” She explained, her eyes bright as she said her plan. You and Robby laughed.

“And the boys agreed?” You asked, laughing into your cup.

“Yep, Jason said to do it!” She nodded, waiting for you to finish your drink before asking for a sip.

Robby’s heart warmed as he watched you and Lacey across from him.

Lacey happily drank the lemonade, streaks of the drink on the sides of her mouth, she sighed and wiped it away with the back of her hand.

“Here honey.” Robby handed the little girl his napkin, smiling warmly as she nodded and wiped her face and arm. “Thanks dr. robby!” She grinned.

“You just call me robby.” His heart grew as you laughed.

“But you’re a doctor!” Lovebug tried to reason. “Like when mommy isn’t nice, I call her dr. mommy.” She explained before taking gulps of more lemonade.

“What’s your favorite food lacey?” Robby asked, making the little girl stop her gulps, she let out a deep gasp before answering.

“I like cheesy noodles!” She explained, making Robby tilt his head in confusion. 

“Fettuccine alfredo.” You clarified, lacey nodding in agreement. She turned to your purse and searched through it. Leaving you and robby to your own conversation.

 - - - - - - - -

Leaving the restaurant, you attempted to carry lacey who looked around the street, her sugar rush going crazy.

Robby noticed the look on your face as Lacey chattered and attempted to climb around you and quickly stepped in.

“C’mon monkey.” He took lacey and held her up. You smiled at the two. Lacey settled down a bit as Robby placed her on the ground before giving her a piggyback ride.

“Sure, your old man back won’t give out?” You teased, earning a laugh from robby; the fluttering in your stomach resumed. “I can’t guarantee it.” he joked, following as you walked to your car down the street.

As you passed an ice cream parlor, you took a deep breath and waited.

“Ooh, can we stop!” Lacey squealed, making you chuckle. Robby glanced at you with a grin. 

“It is nice to have dessert after dinner.” Robby teased, making you sighed before nodding at the pair, who cheered and walked inside. As the tired employee greets you three, staring at the ice cream flavors you turned to ask what everyone was getting only to see a sight that’d melt your heart.

Robby had moved Lacey to be in his arms, nodding as she pointed out different flavors she had liked the sound of. You felt red as robby’s free hand fell to your lower back and guided you to the counter.

“We’ll take a waffle cone with, what did you say you wanted honey?” Robby asked, looking at Lacey who sat comfortable in his arms.

“Cotton candy!” She squealed, making robby chuckle and nod at the employee before turning to you.

“What do you want?” he asked, not noticing how flustered you were. “Um- can i get a brownie sundae please.” You ordered, your face feeling overwhelmingly warm.

The employee nodded and typed something on the register screen. “And one fudge sundae.” Robby finished, removing his hand from your back to get his wallet out of his back pocket. 

“Hold this honey.” Robby told Lacey who nodded and held his leather wallet as he got out a twenty. At the same time you had pulled up your digital wallet on your phone.

You and robby looked at each other, robby looked almost offended as you attempted to pay. “Put that away, I'm treating you girls.” He playfully scolded you, making you nervously chuckle, nodding as you turned your phone off, letting him hand over the bill.

“Could you get the change for me, Lacey's shoe is falling off.” He asked, not waiting for a response, walking over to a booth and sat lacey down before helping the little girl with her Mary Jane shoes.

“Cute family.” The employee smiled at you, handing the change over.

You stuttered to get the words out. “Thanks..” You smiled and quickly walked over to the two.

After you and robby had shared your sundaes with each other, you three continued the way to your car.

As you unlocked the back door and loaded Lacey in, she sighed and whined. 

“What’s wrong babybug?” You asked, running a hand on her leg, trying to sooth her. “I don’t want dr. robby to leave!” She sighed, looking at Robby with puppy eyes. “Please come home with me and mommy!” She pleaded. 

You sighed at her. “Eat your ice cream before it melts some more!” You pointed to the waffle cone, she followed your finger and quickly jumped up to start eating it.

Both you and robby chuckled, softly shutting the door. You turned to robby and looked around the parking lot to see a few cars.

“Which is yours?” You asked, finally looking at him who smiled at you. “I walked.” He shrugged, watching as your eyes widened. “What?!” You scoffed at him. “And I thought carrying lovebug would’ve taken your back out..” You lightly laughed.

He nodded and motioned for you to get in the car. 

“You can’t be serious, I'm not gonna drive off and leave you to walk back to your apartment michael..” You said, noticing the flushed look on robby’s face. “What did you call me?” He asked, a sly grin growing.

You recalled your words and froze at the slip up. “Robby…I meant robby!” You attempted to cover. He nodded and grinned. “Nice cover slick.” 

“Are you getting in the passenger or what?” You asked, turning to the driver’s seat.

Robby laughed and nodded, opening the driver's door for you before running to the passenger side.

 - - - - - - - -

Somehow lacey had managed to convince you and robby to go back to your own apartment, robby agreed on staying till lovebug had passed out.

Unlocking the door, you sighed and smiled as Lacey ran into the living room and threw herself at the couch. Robby stayed at the doorway and admired the apartment, hanging plants in every corner of the rooms, a small kitchen and living room, two doors on each side of the apartment; easily you could tell which was Lacey's the colored construction paper and stickers stuck on the white door.

You kicked off your shoes and walked to your kitchen, opening the fridge to grab a cold water bottle, you turned to robby and offered one. “No thanks, nice place.” He nodded and looked around.

“Thank you.” You smiled, walking around the kitchen and poured the water into a bottle with cartoon characters before going to the couch and handing Lacey the plastic cup, “drink it for me please!” You smiled as the little girl began to chug it down.

She hopped onto the sofa, and patted the spot next to her for robby to sit, you sat on the opposite side of lacey and picked up the remote.

“Movie or bluey?” You asked lovebug who paused before looking at robby then back at you. “Movie since dr. Robby hasn't seen bluey!” She sighed, motioning for you to pick a movie out. 

Robby chuckled as she slouched down, and watched as you scrolled through movies, waiting for someone to pick.

“OH ALADDIN!” Lacey popped up from the couch and pointed at the screen. You hovered over the disney movie and turned to see Robby watching with a smile as Lacey bounced around, waiting.

He glanced at you and nodded.

It had barely gotten half way through when Lacey's sugar high hit, causing her to crash on the carpet in front of the hung tv. “She looks like a bug that’s been squished.” Robby chuckled, leaning over as you got up and prepared yourself to pick her up.

“Oh that’s because she’s tired from her long day, normally she’s fighting off demons.” You joked, you picked up the half full water bottle and placed it on the table to the side of the sofa.

Robby got up from the couch and carefully scooped up lovebug and looked at you. 

Too busy staring at robby’s broad shoulders you hadn’t noticed him gently shushing Lacey as she whined in her sleep, gently patting her back. Snapping back, you led robby to her room and watched as robby sat her down gently, you walked over and settled her in.

Robby smiled at Lacey's room; fairy lights were strung up across the room’s ceiling, painted stars on the walls, he looked back and blushed; It had felt oddly right to be domestic with you.

With a forehead kiss, you backed away from Lacey's room, turning on her fairy lights before leaving the room with robby.

Robby quietly shut her room door, noticing as you walked to your kitchen to clean up. 

He sighed and walked over to you. “I’ll be taking my leave now.” He smiled as you turned to him, two wine glasses in hand. “So soon?” You grinned, placing the glasses down on the island before turning to an upper cabinet and pulled out a bottle of wine.

Robby chuckled and sighed, looking down. “Alright, you got me.” He shook his head and walked further into the kitchen as you popped open the bottle. 

Robby took it gently from your hands and began pouring some into the glasses.

You scoffed at the amount. “Give me that, stop trying to be cheap with it!” You both laughed, taking the bottle from his hands.

He watched as you poured more wine into the glasses.

“Trying to wine and dine me?” He asked, a sly grin on his face as you froze in place.

“...possibly..” You looked at him quickly before taking a long sip of the wine. “I mean, I'm not opposed.” he told you before taking a drink. Feeling flushed, you watched as he drank more. “If you think you can stay quiet then absolutely..” You shrugged, placing down your glass.

There was a beat before both you and robby leaned into each other and let your lips touch, it was exciting, your stomach curled in as he reached to cup your face, bring you deeper into the kiss.

You pulled away first, smiling as he followed your lips. Placing your hands on his chest you motioned to your bedroom. Robby smiled and picked you up, cupping your bottom as he carried you to the bedroom, shutting the door and locking it behind you both.

 - - - - - - - -

Waking up to the smell of food was unusual for robby. He looked up from where he laid, all the memories of the night before rushed back, the late night chat with you.

He grinned and got up, putting on his clothes from the day before. Opening the door he saw you in the kitchen, humming to yourself as you made coffee and prepared something. Walking over he stopped at the kitchen island, smiled as you turned and grinned at him.

“Morning robby..” You said a bit shyly. He chuckled and walked over you, wrapping his arm around your waist. “Good morning, sleep well?” He asked, you closed your eyes and leaned your head against him. “Be quiet!” You giggled.

Robby had begun to help you make sandwiches, he raised an eyebrow as he placed another into a zip lock bag. “What are these for?” He asked, slightly confused.

You chuckled as you finished another sandwich. “Every other weekend, I get lacey all dressed up and cutesy and we go have a picnic.” You explained.

“That’s sweet.” Robby smiled.

As you both talked about your date, Lacey's door swung open to show a tired and crazy haired lacey. Her pajamas all messed up, one pant leg was hoisted up by her knee while the other was on the ground, her shirt was now backwards.

She walked out and rubbed her eyes as she yawned, she dragged over a stepping stool and hopped onto a stool nearby to sit down.

Robby quietly chuckled at the sight while you smiled and walked over to your crazy little girl. “You ready for our picnic?” You asked, earning a nod from her.

“Is dr. Robby coming with?” She asked, quietly. You looked over your shoulder and shrugged. You leaned in and shrugged at you. “I think you should ask him.” Your words made her light up.

“Do you want to go with us dr. robby?” Lacey asked, sitting up looking at robby with her puppy dog eyes once more.

He sighed and nodded. “I’d love to!” He grinned. With an answer lacey nodded and motioned for you to help her down.

Lacey ran off to your bathroom to brush her teeth and her hair. Leaving you and robby alone again.

Robby looked down at his clothes before nodding to himself, with a deep breath he walked over to you and leaned in. “I need to go back to my place, I need an outfit for the picnic with you lovely ladies.” He grinned as you got flustered and nodded, robby leaned in and kissed your cheek before leaving your apartment, out walked lacey, toothbrush in her mouth, her comb stuck in her hair as she looked around and shrugged at you. 

“Where’s dr. robby?” She mumbled, making you giggle before walking over and guided her back to the bathroom. “He went home to change, just like we need to change you into your dress.”

 - - - - - - - -

Robby had sent you a text about a park he knew that had good shade and a playground to take lacey to. You had agreed to meet there, packing up the picnic basket, a big enough blanket and getting lacey into the car; thankfully you had gotten there peacefully and quickly.

You carried the basket while Lacey insisted she carried the blanket, she walked through the grass, smiling as little kids ran past and towards the big playground. You had spotted robby across the park and walked with lacey over to him.

“Hi Michael!” Lacey yelled, making Robby turn and smile widely at you both.

You laughed and looked at lacey. “How do you know his name?” You asked, the little girl shrugged.

“After ice cream you called him michael.” She explained, running over as Robby knelt down to her height.

“Look at how pretty your dress is!” Robby smiled and spun her around, making her skirt fan out.

She laughed and sighed as he stopped and turned to you, his cheeks tinting pink.

You stood before him in a matching dress with lacey, a basket in hand and a warm smile on your face made his heart palpitate. “You look wonderful too!” He told you, taking the basket from your arm as lacey attempted to lay the blanket out.

“Thanks robby!” You smiled, helping lacey before sitting down on the blanket. Turning back to him, you chuckled as robby stood still, watching over you both.

“Come sit.” You patted the spot next you, robby nodded and with a groan sat down, placing the basket to the side. 

Lovebug began to buzz on her knees as kids ran past laughing, she turned to you.

Without having to ask you nodded at her and watched as she zoomed to the playground. “She could hardly wait.” Robby laughed, his arm going around your waist. You watched with a smile as Lacey joined a group of kids easily and began to play.

“I didn’t get to tell you but you look very nice as well.” You complimented, turning your head to robby who was looking over his shoulder. “I don’t look as good as you in that dress though.” He winked, making you both chuckle.

TIme had passed, you and robby had ended up cuddled together under the tree, watching as Lacey played with other kids, talking about anything and everything. 

You sighed and turned to look at robby, he had opened up about his struggle with adamson’s death then jake and his fallout. Your mouth frowned as you opened your mouth.

“Her dad’s name is nicholas callahan..” you started, earning a look from robby as you opened up. “He was my ballet partner, he and my ex boyfriend were best friends, everyone at the studio was surprised to find out that me and him had begun dating rather than me dating nick.” You looked down at your palms, not meeting robby’s gaze.

“When everything had happened, Nick comforted me...I was a fool, he took advantage  of my grief and convinced me to sleep with him; he said it’d take the weight off..” You sighed, feeling Robby's grip tightening on your waist in anger at Lacey's father.

“When I realized I was pregnant and went to tell him…he had left for Scotland, saying he didn’t want to be stuck in one place; I told my mom I wanted to quit ballet and the reason why.” You finally looked up to see Robby's eyes of remorse.

“That dick..” Robby muttered under his breath.

“He’s only seen lovebug a few times, she knows who he is, what he does for work; and how rarely she sees him.” You began to tear up. “My ex’s family knows about the whole thing, they adore lacey.” You chuckle, looking up to see robby looking distracted behind you. 

“She really likes you y’know.” You added, noticing the far off look in robby’s eyes but brushed it off.

He absentmindedly agreed, a pain struck your heart at his actions. 

You looked over to see lacey on the monkey bars, playing chicken with another little girl. As you turned back to robby, you saw him with his phone out, typing quickly.

“Is something wrong?” You asked, robby sighed and got up from the blanket. “I need to deal with something but you and Lacey have a good picnic.” He gave a peck on your lips before giving a quick smile before running to the other side of the park, leaving you alone on the gingham blanket.

Calling lacey over you had pulled out the sandwiches and ate as lacey talked your ear off about her new friends, part of your mind listened while the other half wondered why robby left urgently.

 - - - - - - - -

Going back to the hospital after spending the weekend with robby was lonely, no help with lacey’s questions of medical things she’d hear you both talking about.

As you scanned your badge into the ICU a mix of night shift and day shift all stood together around the nurses station, watching you with wide grins. You ignored them and placed your things down before going to log into a computer.

The night doctor stared at you before sighing and walking over to your desk. “So, how was your weekend?” She asked, smiling down at you.

You chuckled as you scrolled through files from the night before. “It was good, took lovebug to the park, got into a fight at my parents studio oh and made cookies!” You listed before turning to see the pile of workers.

“You forgot your date with dr. robby!” She giggled, making your face drop. 

“What? How did you know about that?” You asked, standing up, your face feeling warm. She quickly pulled out her phone and showed you a photo.

It was of you and robby at the coffee shop, both smiling at each other almost looking like a couple, it was clearly taken across the street.

“We met up for coffee…so what?” You asked bashfully, glancing back down at your new lockscreen. She laughed and leaned against the desks. “So what? You got your biggest hater to go on a date with you!” She laughed and began to clap at you.

You quickly stopped her. “Can we stop talking about my love life in front of all the patients, please?” You asked, gesturing to the open room doors.

She sighed and waved you off. “Most are intubated or probably want to hear something other than a depressing diagnosis.” She insisted; making you sigh.

“Fine, it was a date, he may have also stayed the weekend at my place..” You smirked shyly. 

A bunch of squeals and gasps came from the ICU workers. “Are you dating?” One of the respiratory nurses asked, grinning widely. You sighed and tilted your head to think. “Umm– I’m not too sure, he hasn’t officially said..” Your words made everyone stop and stare at you.

“And he stayed over?” The night doctor asked once more, making you nod.

Quickly the excitement disbursed. “I knew he was a player..” One of them sighed, shaking their head.

“What do you mean?” you asked, watching as the ICU workers began to pick off some post it notes off the fridge, groaning at each one.

“Do I have to tell her?” The nurse sighed, earning a nod from the others. She sighed and walked over to you and rubbed your arm as she sat you down.

“There’s rumors of dr. robby dating dr. Collins and for a while the rumor was dead but… lately all the other departments have been talking about them,” She sighed, your stomach tightened before releasing. 

“Apparently, one of the girls in CT saw them snuggled up together just this past weekend at the park by that one deli shop..” She finished, watching for your reaction.

The park…the park he had suggested for you, Lacey and him go for your picnic, the park where he kissed you at–.

You sighed and shook your head. 

“Their exes so what, maybe he needs closure..” You tried to excuse, your stomach began to sink as you thought about it some more. “I need to go get some fresh air..” You quickly got up from your chair and exited the ICU.

As you passed through the pitt, you were stopped by Langdon and McKay who both smiled widely at you. “Wanna place a bet?” Langdon asked, making you look at him confused.

“What kind?” You sighed, looking around for robby, but failed.

“Rumor has it, Robby's got a girlfriend, and I'd place a bet quickly if I were you..” Langdon smiled, you froze and shook your head. “No thanks, left my wallet upstairs anyways.., hey where’s robby?” You asked, turning to mckay who shrugged and glanced around the ED.

“No ones seen him since he got in.” Dana replied, sighing as she placed her hands on her hips.

You nodded and excused yourself to go to the ambulance bay, as you stepped outside by the bush you sighed and closed your eyes.

As the feeling of bile rising slowly washed away laughter caught your attention.

Opening your eyes you froze as you saw robby with Collins by her car; both laughing together. The bile quickly rose up as you saw the look of love in robby’s eyes.

Finally leaning over, preparing as the bile rose to your throat. Looking up for a final time to see robby rubbing over Collins stomach before cupping her face with a longing look.

The EMTs nearby jumped into action as you vomited into the bush. 

One held your hair back. “Are you alright?” She asked, you nodded and took a shakily breath before wiping your mouth. “Peachy..” You sighed, watching robby and collins off in their own world.

You stood up before walking back into the ED, rushing to the nearest bathroom. Thankfully being a single stall, you locked the door and bent over the sink.

Once again you had been taken as a fool; thinking a man would love you with no bad intention; was him being sweet to lacey just to get you to sleep with him faster.

Sighing, you glanced in the bathroom’s mirror and fixed the stray hairs as tears began to form. Silently crying as you perfected yourself.

Rolling back your shoulders you sighed and wiped away the tears. You stared at yourself before walking back out. As you exited the bathroom, Langdon laughed and shook you by your shoulders. “I won the bet, I knew him and Collins were together again!” He laughed.

You looked over to where the group of ED workers all cheered for the pair.

Among the workers, robby found your eyes, watching as they went from lovingly to sharp. He went to excuse himself but you had been faster as you slipped to the staff elevators with a blank expression.

 - - - - - - - -

The ICU had noticed the subtle shift of your personality; it was only seen on your worst days.

Everyone had quietly spoken about it. You had been snippy with any ED call, denying any bed space and allowing any OR patients the bed first. 

While on a cafeteria run, you walked through the ED, ignoring the gaze stuck on your back.

As you passed a curtained room, someone calling your name made you stop. You turned and opened the curtain and begged for your day to be over or to keel over and be bedridden.

“Nick..” You sighed, fixing the end of your jacket, feeling insecure around him; Nick the man your whole family hated, the man your heart still had affection for, Lacey's father.

He sighed at the sight of you.

“You still look pretty as always.” he smiled, admiring as you looked around the room. “What are you here for?” You asked, avoiding his gaze.

“Got trampled by some folks during a fire drill.” He explained, smirking at you. “Are you my doctor?” He smiled charmingly at you.

As you opened your mouth to speak the curtain was pulled back to show robby, collins and santos.

You saw robby and shut your mouth before turning to nick. “I got bumped upstairs, better patients and doctors.” You told him, using santos as a shield from robby walking closer to you. 

“These will be your doctors, dr. Collins, dr. santos and…dr. robinavitch.” You motioned to the three, seeing robby’s hurt expression from the corner of your eye.

“You still have my number right, let me see you and lovebug this weekend?” He asked, you turned and noticed robby’s furrowed brows at the patient.

“My apartment’s still the same.” You told Nick before walking to the elevators, leaving Robby to brew in his anger.

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[clairewritesfanfics]

Hi main system 👋. I wanted to ask if you could to invincible variants reaction to reader having a crazy stalker that's just started following her to their home (the stalker just first been writing scary letters to her ) . Stalker ain't even gonna make it an hour but I'd like to see what they're do to the stalker .

Trigger Warnings: violence, gore

It started with notes. Red ink on white sheets, likely torn notebook pages, folded in half and left on the table you considered your spot at the coffee shop. It was just a mild crush. Probably a fellow cafe patron who thought you were cute.

They were relatively harmless, even a tad bit flattering, if you were being honest. 

“You look pretty today.”

“Your blouse brings out your eyes.”

“We ordered the same thing today :)”

Then they got longer. Weirder. Your secret admirer upgraded from scratch paper to scented letters.

“You smell nice. Did you change your perfume? Maybe your shampoo? You seem like a put together girl, I’m sure you use the good, fancy stuff. It would be nice if you told me what products you used. Then it would be like we’re together, always.”

“I noticed you came here with some girl friends. They are lovely, but no one can compare to your beauty. You will always be the most gorgeous thing in my eyes. Your face, your hair, your curves. I love every part of you. I promise never to look at anyone else but you.”

Then they outright terrified you.

“Dear angel of the coffee shop,

Who was that man that came with you last Sunday? 

You two sat so close to each other I felt jealous just watching.

Is that your type of man? 

I didn’t think you would be so shallow. Is it because he’s six feet? Is your gender really that obsessed with height? 

Maybe it’s because he’s built like an athlete? You know he will leave you when someone prettier and younger comes along.

I will never treat you like that. I will love you even if someone better wants me.

I also noticed that you haven’t been coming to the cafe as frequently as before. You used to come here every Monday through Wednesday and sometimes during Saturday. I know it can’t be because you’re avoiding me. That’s impossible, because I already told you how much you mean to me. You would be one giant BITCH if you were avoiding me.

I stayed away because I was too shy, but maybe it’s time for us to officially meet.

If you refuse to come to me then I will have to come to you.”

He would resist the instinct to dispatch the man immediately, because he could see you shaking from the corner of his eyes. So he knocks the stalker unconscious first and has his people imprison him, with strict orders to keep him alive and isolated. His priority is you. He apologizes over and over and holds you in his arms until you fall asleep from crying. Mark is struck by guilt all at once. He should’ve taken those “love letters” seriously. But he was too arrogant, believed that when your admirer saw you with him just once then he would back off. 

After tucking you in and kissing your forehead he finally confronts the one responsible for all your tears. The man is too weak and too pathetic to serve as breeding stock for the Empire, and death would be too merciful. So Mark chooses the only logical option. He gauges the eyes that dare gaze upon you, tears off the hands that tried to touch you, shatters the legs that ran after you. Mark breaks the stalker methodically, until he begs to be killed.

flaxan, target, VILTRUMITE

Mark is furious. Not at you, never at you. But at this insect that threatened your safety. He hated how upset you were about the letters. He saw enough of human society to know that the madness was not going to stop at letters. He told you as such, so he had you go to the police, and that was why he accompanied you every time you left the house. But you were too selfless for your own good; you didn’t want to wake him up from his nap so you decided to go buy ice cream alone. He woke up groggy, but heard your screaming from the front door. He moved instantly and now, he held your stalker by the throat.

Voice taut but not raised, he tells you to get inside. You’re too afraid to protest so you run back into the house. 

When he hears the front door close with a click, he shoots up into the sky, the attacker still in his grasp. This Mark isn’t especially bloodthirsty. He sees torture as a tool for interrogation, but unnecessary otherwise. Face devoid of emotion, he clenches his fist and the man in his hand goes limp instantly. He then throws the corpse in the nearest volcano before flying back to you.

He finds you sobbing in the bed and the ice melts off his body. He joins you under the covers and promises that no one will bother you again.

FULL MASK, maskless, OMNI-MARK, prisoner 

His usual swagger is gone. There is no trace of a smile to be found on his face when he stands between your trembling form and the bastard that broke into your house. Mark glares at him. Then you tug his shirt and he takes a deep breath and forces himself to smile as he talks to you, “Go lock yourself in our room, I’ll handle this.”

But you shake your head against his back. Your muffled voice tells him you don’t want to be alone.

He sighs, but he’s not annoyed. He reaches behind him and gives your thigh a squeeze. “Okay. When I give the signal, cover your ears and don’t look.”

He turns his attention back at your stalker, who is glaring back at him, spouting crap about you belonging to him and that Mark is a fuckboy who doesn’t deserve you. That hits a nerve in your husband and he lifts his knee.

“Now, angel.”

With a single strike, the man’s brain and blood splatter on the walls and the floor.

When Mark realizes what he has done he swears under his breath and gently turns around so he could lift you up and carry you to the living room. “I should’ve done it more cleanly,” he says, wiping your tears away, “I’m sorry, I promise I’ll clean it up.”

You let out a laugh and bury your nose in his chest. Protective arms cover your shoulders as Mark kisses the top of your head. He holds you like he’s afraid that you would disappear. He hates to say it but that asshole was right, you deserve everything. He should’ve been better. Should’ve done more.

head cap, mohawk, SHIESTY

Unlike the aforementioned variants, he didn’t wait for the harassment to escalate. When he identified the man who had been sending you those sickening notes, Mark wasted no time in grabbing him when no one was looking. Brought the sicko to an abandoned cabin deep, deep, deep in the woods somewhere on the other side of the world. Mark doesn’t like being away from you for too long, so he tries to work fast. 

Mark tries to act cool when he plays with his newest victim. But the fucker keeps calling you pet names and slurs, even sharing his deepest fantasies about you. So Mark rips out his tongue, then his arms and legs, and watches him bleed, all while sharing precious memories you two made together. 

sinister, no goggles

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Sometimes, I think about the absurdity of the UTM situation — but then, sometimes I think of it and it makes Rhys a much more sinister, albeit, more interesting character.

Like - the situation is this, initially:

Feyre is in her cell. She frazzled,dirty, but hasn’t quite had to experience any of the horrors of UTM, save for her bargained first trial. After her initial riff raff with Rhys, the guards are hypnotized to never touch Feyre, and she receives hot meals to her cell everyday. Rhys was also able to clean Feyre up multiple times as well. So far - excluding his other actions up to this point - we can characterize Rhys as opportunistic, cruel, but well-intentioned in these moments. I am not asking for him to be a purity princess, only that I can vaguely understand the motives to his actions, whether good or bad.

But then���

He then *willingly* chooses to take her out said cell, allowing Amarantha to remember Feyre. His only tangible reason for doing this was to…anger Tamlin. He already had explains that Amarantha has a shield that wards against physical attacks, so that explaination makes no sense. The only one that actually sticks is that Rhys is…jealous. There is no tactical explanation as to why Rhys would establish this safe-space for Feyre, only to immediately co-opt it. Think about it, at this point, Amarantha has forgotten Feyre even exists. If she was tangibly written, she could have played against Feyre’s time, allowing each trial to take place once every thirty or a fifty years. But I digress.

Anywho, Rhysand removed Feyre’s clothes, painted her, and gave her a linen scarf as a dress. The hot food be gives becomes inconsequential because the wine makes Feyre wretch up any all of the food she receives. She then has to sleep on the dirty ragged floor naked because those were all of the clothes she was given. And as Rhysand is breaking Feyre down, he also has the antidote. Now, Feyre isn’t surrounded by the quiet of her cell, or looking forward to the anticipation of a hot meal. She is anticipating (and more than not dreading) her eventual drugging SA.

The sinister part of this is that — Rhys becomes the author of all of Feyre’s sorrows, but then he also swoops in and provides solutions to the issues…he caused.

And it’s why the music scene is one of the most unromantic moments in this series if you stop and consider EVERYTHING. Feyre is sitting there, alone and naked. Exhausted after being paraded around by the Wraiths and having to bear info she has no power to stop. Rhys reads her mind, and then sends the music into her cell. But HE IS THE ONE who caused it in the first place. All of it. It’s so scary when you consider that Feyre was a human, with no mental shields. She was a legit open book and the book acknowledges that he read it alll. Like - even in Twilight - Edward could read everyone’s mind BUT Bella. She was a closed book for and that made her interesting to him. It built a sort-of boundary between them, which considering everything, was a good literary choice.

Rhys has all of this access, and knowledge of Feyre that she doesn’t even get the pleasure of telling him (or just letting him experience it). Like that moment where Feyre tells Rhys she was scared, and he retorts back “no you weren’t” is like…quite scary. Idk. It’s just so weirddd. And I’m not asking for these tidbits not to exist. I’m saying that the story never considers any nuance in these issues. Feyre is expressing that she felt these amalgamation of emotions upon seeing Rhys, but he just smiles and tells her how beautiful she thought her was. At one point, Rhys mad feyre so scared she pissed herself (or almost did - I can’t remember) and threw up. She was terrified, violated, and afraid. And Rhys knows this - and he never apologizes. I am not against the idea of Feysand, as many may assume, not inherently. My problem is, the sinister parts do not add nuance. There’s no discussion into Rhysand’s control issue, which is wrapped in a self-sacrificing package. His need to do everything is the exact same as Tamlin’s control issue - they are both very controlling. Rhysand cannot trust his inner-circle. He does nefarious things because he doesn’t trust them to do so even though they’re so supposed to be Prythan’s version of the Avengers. He makes Mor the queen of the CoN…but doesn’t actually trust her to do the job. What I’m saying is - instead of it leveraging Rhysand’s faults into a well rounded character, the book would rather just assume they don’t exist.

[touchtheinvisiblestars]

The Ones Who Survived

***

Jackson looked like something out of a fairy tale when you arrived — snowy rooftops, warm chimneys, laughter in the streets.

But no one told you how cold it could feel when people didn’t want you there.

Not because of who you were.

But because of where you’d come from.

The Colville camp.

That name carried weight.

People in Jackson knew it. Knew the stories.

A place ruled by fear, violence, cruelty.

A place where decent people didn't survive.

So if you had made it out of there?

People whispered that maybe you weren’t so decent after all.

They didn’t know you were a prisoner. That you’d barely escaped with your life.

They didn’t know how many nights you spent hiding in crawlspaces, how many times you thought you were going to die.

They just saw the mark of that camp on you —

and assumed it meant something dark.

It was Joel who first talked to you like a person.

Not a rumor.

You were restocking shelves in the storage barn, head down, trying not to draw attention.

He came in quiet as anything, picking through boxes.

“You’re the one who came from Colville.”

It wasn’t a question.

You stiffened, bracing for more judgment.

“Yeah,” you said. “That’s me.”

He didn’t respond right away.

Then, gently: “That place was hell.”

You blinked at him, surprised.

Joel’s eyes were tired but kind. He didn’t look afraid of you.

Didn’t look like he thought you were dangerous.

“I knew someone who died tryin’ to get outta there,” he said. “He wasn’t the only one.”

You nodded slowly. Your throat felt tight.

“I almost didn’t make it either,” you whispered. “I only got out because—”

You stopped yourself. Too much. Too fast.

Joel didn’t push.

“Don’t gotta tell me,” he said. “But you don’t need to explain yourself to people here. Not to me."

You stared at him.

“Why do you care?”

Joel paused.

“’Cause I know what it’s like to have blood on your hands you didn’t ask for.”

Something unspoken passed between you in that moment.

It wasn’t friendship. Not yet.

It was understanding.

***

Days turned to weeks.

You started going on short patrols. Joel made sure you were paired with him. Said it was because you were new, needed someone experienced.

You knew better. He just didn’t trust the others to treat you right.

You didn’t talk much on the first few rides.

But Joel never made you feel like you had to.

When you did open up — late one evening while setting up camp — you told him a little about Colville.

How they’d forced you to work for them.

How you’d watched them hurt others.

How you’d kept your head down, done what you had to, even when it made you hate yourself.

Joel didn’t flinch. Didn’t judge.

He just nodded slowly, staring into the fire.

“You did what you had to do to stay alive,” he said. “That ain’t weakness. That’s survival.”

You weren’t sure when you started trusting him — but once you did, it was like something in you unlocked.

Joel was quiet. Steady. Brutally honest.

But he was kind, too. In the little ways.

Carrying extra water. Making sure you had gloves. Letting you ride ahead when the stares in Jackson got too heavy.

One night, after a long patrol, you saw it. A man muttering something cruel as you passed.

Joel stopped walking. Turned.

“What’d you just say?” he asked, voice low, dangerous.

The man went pale. Mumbled an apology.

Joel didn’t respond. He just rested a hand on your back and steered you away.

You were shaking.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you said quietly.

“Yeah, I did,” Joel replied. “And I’ll do it again."

You didn’t say anything for a long moment.

Then, so softly he almost didn’t hear it—

“Thank you.”

Joel looked at you like it physically hurt him to see you carry this weight alone.

“You’re safe here,” he said. “And I’ll make damn sure it stays that way.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat.

And for the first time since arriving in Jackson, you believed it.

Not because of the town.

Because of him.

***

The snowfall was lighter now. Spring whispered through Jackson’s trees, and for the first time since you arrived, you felt like you were part of something.

Joel helped with that.

You still weren’t one of them. Not exactly. But you weren’t just the girl from Colville anymore.

People nodded at you now. Some even smiled. You’d gone on enough patrols, helped enough with the food stores.

You were building something. A new life.

And then he showed up.

His name was Micah.

You hadn’t seen his face in almost a year, but you remembered it like a brand. Sharp jaw, a scar down his right cheek, eyes cold as ice.

You’d seen him at his worst — ordering executions, smiling while people begged.

He’d been one of the top men in Colville. And now he was standing in Jackson’s main gate like he belonged.

You were in the greenhouse when you saw him.

You froze, your hands trembling above a crate of sprouting carrots.

He caught your eye. Smiled.

Your breath vanished.

Joel found you fifteen minutes later, curled up behind the tool shed, white as a sheet.

“Hey, hey—what is it?” he crouched in front of you, hands steady but voice tight. “You hurt?”

You shook your head. You couldn’t speak.

He sat beside you. Waited. Gave you time.

When you finally forced it out—when you said his name—Joel’s face changed. Hardened into something ruthless.

“He what?” Joel demanded. “He’s here?”

You nodded, staring at your dirt-covered hands. “He saw me. Smiled like—like it was some kind of joke."

Joel stood so fast it startled you. His fists clenched.

“I’m going to talk to Maria.”

“No—Joel—” You grabbed his wrist. “I don’t want trouble. If he doesn’t—”

He turned, sharp and low.

“If he breathes wrong in your direction, it’s already trouble.”

He looked you over like he was checking for bruises.

“You're okay though? Did he touch you?”

“No,” you said quickly. “But Joel—he knows things. Things about me from back then.”

Joel crouched again, calmer now. His hand cupped your cheek.

“There’s not a damn thing that man can say that’s gonna change what I know about you. Not one thing.”

Your chest cracked open at the gentleness in his voice.

That night, Jackson held a council meeting. Joel was there. So was Maria. So was Micah.

Joel stood and said: “This man comes from a camp that tortured people. The woman he tormented lives here now. He’s not staying.”

Micah tried to protest. Said you were the one with secrets.

Said you weren’t as innocent as you looked.

Joel didn’t flinch.

He said, “I’ve fought beside her. Bled beside her. She’s got more strength in one hand than you’ve got in your whole body.”

In the end, Maria made the call.

Micah was denied entry.

He left that same night, but not before finding you one last time. He waited by the edge of the fence, just outside town.

“You always were good at running,” he sneered. “Got someone else to fight your battles now?”

You didn’t answer. You just stared him down, silent and steady.

Behind you, boots crunched snow. Joel appeared at your side like a shadow.

Micah flinched.

“Leave, now.” Joel said, deadly calm, “before I decide you don’t get to.”

Micah took one last look at you, but his confidence was gone. He turned and vanished into the dark.

Joel didn’t say anything at first. Just walked you back in silence, his hand firm on your back.

When the gates shut behind you, he finally spoke.

“You’re not running anymore,” he said. “You’ve got a home. You’ve got me.”

You didn’t cry. Not then.

But later, when he wrapped his arms around you in bed, you held onto him like he was the safest thing in the world.

[hikato-chan]

Continuation of this (Omegaverse where Omegas can reject a bond)

Shen Qingqiu stood there, frozen, as Luo Binghe ran after apologizing. He stared at the wall, mind not comprehending any of this. The bite was bleeding, soaking into the collar of his robes and then slowly staining it further but he didn't quite notice.

Finally, he got himself to move. He should put pressure on the wound so it doesn't ruin the robes. He glanced down and almost lost all motivation again. They were already stained. The blood had spread, not so much but enough that he didn't think it was worth worrying about anymore.

Not that he could feel a lot right now. Still, he told himself as he got out a handkerchief, the wound still needed to be tended to. He pressed it onto the bite, and then stood there again, listless and lost at what to do now.

Get somewhere safe, he supposed. Somewhere that wasn't here. Get out of the alley, get onto a street. Walk.

He turned back the way he came from. He had mostly run in a straight line, which was stupid now that he was walking back and thinking about it. He should have taken more corners. Not that it would have changed the end result though.

Getting back to the weapon shop he was faced with another problem to stare at. He had gone out of the window, and the room wasn't ground level. He could jump up with his cultivation, of course, but was that an ok thing to do with the wound? He probably shouldn't jostle it that much, right? Did that count for a cultivator?

He could go through a door he supposed. Though he wanted to immediately disregard the thought. Someone might notice him walking in. He wasn't even really thinking about why that would be bad beyond the strong impulse not to be seen like this.

But what else should he do? Maybe there was a back entrance? There had to be, this was a weapon shop. There was probably a forge around he hadn't noticed yet.

Still that answer didn't feel acceptable neither, and he wasn't sure how long he stood there waiting for a better solution to arrive before steps became noticable from the side and he froze.

Mu Qingfang had smelled the blood, even in a disease ridden city like this, and had gone out to see who wasn't coming in for his help. Instead of a patient though, he found his shixiong. He didn't notice him until the doctor started making much more noise while walking, and even then, his reaction was delayed.

Shen Qingqiu turned to him, and his eyes didn't automatically focus on him for a second. The wound he was pressing on didn't seem huge, but he knew they didn't have to be. It was close enough to the neck though that he got worried. Especially with Without-a-cure messing with his healing speed. The delayed reactions worried him much more though. He had seen him injured worse and pretend everything is fine.

Something was wrong. But he wouldn't know what it was until he treated him.

"Shen-shixiong." He called out as he walked towards him at a calm pace. Hurrying might startle him in that state.

Shen Qingqiu blinked, then replied "Ah, Mu-shidi" with a mumble that was unlike him. But his eyes were focused and watching him approach. He didn't step away though when his shidi got close.

"Come" the doctor said simply, hovering a hand over his back to get him to move towards the door with him. He moved, steady but oddly absent as he was led to the door, then to his room and sat on the bed. Mu Qingfang only left shortly to get a basin of water and a small table before returning to find him sitting exactly as he was left. His eyes were clouded and unfocused again.

"I need to see the wound, Shen-shixiong. I will move your hand and the handkerchief away." He would have usually asked him to give him room to work but in the state he was in, Mu Qingfang wasn't sure he was registering the words until seconds later.

He moved the hand clutching the handkerchief and understood why he was in the state he was. There, plain as day, was a healing bite mark on his bonding gland. One that was slowly healing by the looks of it.

He understood the implication. This would need to go to the Sect leader. And, the doctor understood, he would need to do a full exam to make sure that this was the only thing that happened to him. He needed Liu Qingge back too, to investigate while Mu Qingfang did his part. For now, he removed the bloody handkerchief and started washing his shixiong's hands.

"I need you to undress so that I can bandage the wound," he said to him, " move slowly, I will help with anything that needs this shoulder.

He waited, counting the seconds, until Shen Qingqiu agreed and started fiddling with the ties. Mu Qingfang, in the meantime, turned to the side to write a quick emergency message to Liu Qingge to get him to return.

He sent it off through the window, and then turned to see Shen Qingqiu waiting for him. His first few layers were untied so he likely needed help getting the robes off.

-

I'll write the next part later.

[ihaznoclue]

Hi there! I hope that you’re having a wonderful day and I hope you don’t mind me asking and wondering if you can do a Breadhead x fem reader who’s secretly a human/fallen angel who bleeds black blood and is keeping their identity a secret from Breadhead & The Smiling Dead for their own safety while disguising themselves as a rotling.

As while the reader clearly loves Breadhead, they don’t trust him to know the truth about their actual identity, so imagine the reader getting injured in front of Breadhead and just as Breadhead is checking out their wounds, his hand spots a couple of splatters of black blood and the reader is terrified upon Breadhead realizing the truth.

You can make this fluff to angst or angst to fluff or whatever, I don’t mind! Also my apologies if this is too detailed as well. I also don’t mind if you can do headcanons or a one shot about it as well.

Also I love your writing it’s so amazingly good!

Pairings -> Breadhead x Female Reader

Warnings -> Betrayal, Lying, Keeping secrets, Emotional?

Note -> Reader has kept a secret of being a fallen angel who bleeds black blood like Mel, keeping this as a secret from the smiling dead and breadhead for safety while disguising them as a rotling

Genre -> Angst to Fluff (I like to think that Breadhead wouldn't really care but is a little bit scared but he deserves a happy ending with you)

A/N - This request is perfect for me! Thank you and I don't mind how detailed the requests are going to be unless I know what I'm doing and this request was what I was thinking of writing about this with Breadhead or Ken

BREADHEAD

The alleys are dark and ominous with the smell of death and oil and dust mixed with fog, and something worse

The green neon lights from the streetlights flickering near by in the alley way, but somewhere in the alley, a pipe busted making you scream in fright

You were trying to move forward, one hand braced on the wall to guide you on your way back to somewhere you wouldn't be seen from anyone

Your other hand clutching onto your wound on your side, your rotlings disguise was now gone, half of your face was smeared slightly off your face

You had taken a rather big hit for Breadhead back there and you didn't know why though, knowing that he can easily heal back to full heal and not die but you on the other hand.. can't

One slip up and you will die and reveal your true identity

But right now you were trying to get away from all the chaos and madness before you were seen by any of the smiling dead, you knew that if Breadhead was going to figure out about this

He was sure to be mad at you for the rest of his life

You didn't know what the others reactions will be but you fully knew Mud or Ken would be the angered ones of the group once they know

In the distance you heard your name being called out, and you recognised that voice which caused you to have a shiver down your spine, you knew it was Breadhead by the sweet sound of his worried voice

But right now was such a bad timing on your part, you were so focused on your wound and your wings from coming out, you didn't even realised you didn't move that far from the crime

"Birdie! Where did you go?"

Quickly you tried to cover up as much as possible but that was not until Breadhead eventually found you in the dark alley way

"Pretty Bird?"

You froze as you realised you have been caught, turning your face only to look at him but all he saw was your bright white eyes and your wicked smile trying to play cool

"Oh Breadhead you found me" You then nervously chuckled

That was until he took a step forward but jumped at the sound of your voice

"No! Don't come any closer, I don't want you to see me right now.."

"But I wanna check on you to see if your okay now" He asked, stepping more and more closer which to you begin to sweat a little

"But I'm fine, I guess I should've not got in the way, maybe that you can go back to the others and I can come later after I finish doing something" You tried to lie about that you were fine

But you weren't but you didn't want to make things worse and make him see of what you truly are

"Let me see" You could feel the ghost feeling of his large hand coming closer to you as you scooted back then gave out a hiss of the movement causing your wound to bleed a little bit more

"No.." The words came out fast, your blood was black, which was already soaking more and more through your bandages that disguised you as a rotling

But Breadhead didn't listen as he wanted to check up on you which was a sweet thing for him to o do but it the worse thing possible for him to do

Breadhead crouched down near you which made you realise that you were about to be found

Then you felt his hands on you with such care and gentleness that made you think he didn't care about this

Then you heard it.. a little cuss

"What the fuck..?" He gave out a little whispered once he was upon your wound

Black blood sticking to your bandages and to your skin that he could easily see that it was white, like a human

This made you froze, your breath was caught in your throat as it was hard to swallow, your eyes slightly darted to his.. wide, glowing red and horrified eyes

His hand slightly began to tremble near your skin, this made you scoot back a bit more to get away from him

"I'm sorry.. please don't tell the others.."

His eyes snapped back to yours, his bright red eyes glowing in the dark of the alley making you slightly shiver at the sight

"You lied to me.." He said, like he couldn't quite understand why you lied to him this whole time of being a fallen angel

"You're not even a rotling.. you're a fallen angel.."

You just wanted to disappear right then and there

"I was once an angel.. I fell.. they tried to rip my wings out but I bailed, so I hid down here hoping they would never find me, disguising myself as one of the rotlings down here"

"So you're one of them.." His voice cracked, hitting you hard in the chest 'one of them..'

"You've been lying to me this whole time"

"For mine and your safety Breadhead, I wouldn't want you to find out but.. If the others find out they will cement me like what they did to the others and I tried to keep it a secret from and I'm sorry.." You confessed

Tears started to form in your eyes as you didn't know what to do or say anymore

A long silence followed the air in between you two, Breadhead stared at your blood and your black wings that were displayed now, but then you saw his expression shifting.. from scared to something softer, more heavier

Sadness then... he reached out to you with his large hand being careful to not hurt you more than you were already

"Angel.." He stated "I can keep it a secret from the others If you like"

You blinked up at him a few times "Wait.. what?"

"I should be feeling something else but I can't be scared or mad at you Pretty Bird" Breadhead said

"I was just trying to protect you.."

"But what if I wanted the truth.."

"But I was afraid that you were not going to like me anymore and think of me as a monster.." You spoke up as you looked down

Breadhead tilted his head then lifted your head up "Pretty bird, you need patching up.. can't heal like me"

"Please don't tell the others... don't know what they will do"

"I won't.. but promise me one thing to never keep a secret from me again okay birdie?" Bread head then took off his leather brown jacket and covered you and then picked you up and started to carry you

"Promise.."

"Pretty bird needs rest, I'll get you somewhere safe and will patch you up, either way I think you're beautiful rotling or not"

"Thank you Breadhead.. for helping me"

GOD DAMN I did a a lot

-A<3

[sweetdispatch]

Hi could I get 7 pieces of baklava with pineapple and maple syrup please

I love your writing and hope your leg heals up real soon

Lake house - M. Rempe

v' bakery pairing: Matt Rempe x fem!reader summary: You and Matt had complicated relationship but this changed when you were forced by your friends to live in the same room during a weekend in a lake house warning: NSFW, graphic sex (+18), oral (f receiving), fingering, swear words note: thank you so much love, it means a world to me❤️hope you like it!

Since you met Matt, you didn’t like him. No matter how hard you tried, there was something in him that was pushing you away. You tried to act normal around him but he could sense that you’re not a fan of his. He made a small joke about it but you felt offended. You threw a drink on him and left the club. 

In summer, you were stuck together because of your friends. Matt didn’t make your life easier and since that situation in a club, he was picking on you. You were always fighting back with him because you didn’t want to be seen as a poor girl who can’t defend yourself. It was your reality that you’ve been arguing with him at least once when you were going out. 

Your friend came up with a great idea to rent a lake house and go there for a weekend. Everyone instantly agreed and felt excitement. This feeling quickly disappeared from your and Matt's faces when your friends told you that you have a room together. You knew that they made it on purpose to have fun of your suffering and because they really wanted you two to work things out. 

“I can’t believe that they did it” You said when you walked into the room with Matt behind you. 

“But honestly, are you surprised?” Matt asked you and you shook your head in no gesture. 

“Not a fucking chance” You said out of blue. “There’s only one bed” All you heard was Matt’ laugh. 

“I guess we’re stuck together even in sleep” Matt told you but you only looked at him to drop it. 

“I prefer to sleep on the floor then next to you” You scoffed. 

“Don’t be ridiculous. This bed is big enough for both of us. You won’t be sleeping there” Matt said and from his tone, you could tell that he wasn't joking

The first night was tough. You and Matt were colliding with each other's bodies all the time. You were sure that he’s doing this on purpose just to get you mad. After an hour you lost your patience and kicked him to wake him up. 

“What the hell?” Matt said with a raspy voice.

“Stop moving around the bed. I can feel your body on me” You told him. 

“I’m not doing anything” Matt told you and you sighed. You knew that this would be the longest three days of your life. Out of nowhere, Matt asked you. “Why don’t you like me?” 

“You’re annoying and since your dumb joke about my presence I can’t stand you” You told him truthfully. 

“I just wanted to break the ice between us” Matt said. 

“I don’t know what part of it if you won’t stop making this face, you’ll become ugly was funny for you” Matt could sense the disgust in your voice when you repeated those words. 

“I’m sorry. It was a bad call from me. My intention wasn’t to offend you, just wanted to see you smiling but I get why you’re mad” You were taken aback. You didn’t expect him to apologise to you. 

“Apology accepted but since we’re having a honest conversation, what’s your reason that you don’t like me?” You asked him curiously of his reason. 

“I honestly don’t have any reason but since you didn’t like me, I decided to match your energy” Matt laughed.

“So I was the bad one?” You giggled. “I’m sorry for it” 

“It’s fine, I deserve it” Matt said and you laughed.

The next morning, the atmosphere in your room was clean. There were no hard feelings between you and Matt. You explained everything to yourself and had a new start. Your friends were surprised when they saw both of you laughing and not arguing but none of you told them that you’re fine now. You wanted to mess with them. 

In the evening, all of you decided to sit by the bonfire and just enjoy the quiet time. To everyone's shock, you were sitting on Matt’ laps. You two were in a bubble. Two of you were drinking and laughing at all the stories. You were happy that you cleared the atmosphere with him because you noticed what a great guy he is. 

When everyone stayed outside, you and Matt got back to the room. Last 20 minutes you spent on talking about a movie that he never saw. That’s why both of you decided to get back and watch a movie. You laid comfortably in the bed and he sat next to you. During the movie, you weren’t talking much but you could feel his hand roaming your thigh. 

It would be a lie if you say that Matt wasn’t hot. He was and he had insane hands. Your focus was on them rather than on that movie and he noticed this. He squeezed your thigh lightly and you felt your cheeks burning. He was going higher with his hand until he reached the end of your shorts. 

Matt was bold in his moves. He saw the effect he has on you and wanted to see how far he can go until you stop him. You spread your legs a little bit further to give him better access and he laughed softly. His finger brushed your panties under the shorts and he could feel how wet you were. 

“Please” You whispered. “Do something” 

Movie was long forgotten. Matt positioned himself in between your legs. In a quick move, he took your shorts and panties. His fingers were brushing your clit. You moaned quietly and the next thing you felt was his tongue on your pussy. By instinct you hands went to his hair and you pushed him closer. 

Matt was eating you out like a starving man. He looked at you and saw how you threw your head from the pleasure. He smiled to himself at the view. His two fingers entered your pussy and you moaned at the sensation. He had long fingers and they perfectly were hitting your g spot. 

You felt that you’re close. Matt was the best guy who ever went down at you. Your orgasm hit you hard. You felt embarrassed by how fast you cum but he was great in what he was doing. You tried to catch your breath and looked at him. He licked his fingers clean and this made you wet again. 

“I didn’t know it’s so easy to tame you” Matt laughed and laid next to you. “All you needed was an orgasm”

“So you just did it for what? For your entertainment?” You felt used by him at that moment. You stood up and started picking up your clothes. 

“No, come back to bed, please” Matt pulled his arm to grab your wrist. “It was a joke. I’m sorry” 

“You’re insufferable” You told him and got back to the bed. 

“I like you too” Matt said and pulled you closer to his body. He kissed your cheek and you smiled. All the negative emotions you had towards him went out of the window and you started seeing him as a normal guy and not as an annoying one.

[kyoslf]

୨# at your window

chapter 6; fucking in the bathroom

content warning! nsfw themes, light inappropriate/sex jokes, brief mentions of alcohol

— in yn’s room

currently queued: one of the girls - the weekend

“yn are you excited? you can see your man for the first time wearing something besides uniform and his football jersey,” karina said, curling ningning’s hair.

“stop looking away when you curl my hair. i don't want my extensions to fall out,” she inched closer to the mirror, playing with her curled hair.

“and you need to stop brushing through your curls.”

“i don't know,” yn began. “i’m more nervous than excited—like how do we even know i’m going to talk to him?”

“yn why do you have—like—an actual sense of reality right now,” renjun joked. “don't sweat it—everything in school has been going fine with him, right?”

“yeah, i guess. we just don't talk that much.”

“and there’s nothing wrong with that, right?” renjun said. “i know you want things to start already but nothing’s wrong with a slow burn, no?”

“no,” yn sighed.

sunghoon put his phone down, sitting on yn’s sofa. “don't worry about it yn—just treat tonight like a night to refresh and rebrand yourself.”

renjun started up towards yn, who was sitting on the floor in front of the mirror while adding some (albeit, some unnecessary) finishing touches to singular strands of his hair and particles of dust on his outfit.

“i’m finished!” kazuha said from inside the bathroom. the door swung open to a fully ready kazuha—hair, makeup, outfit, all done.

“kazuha fuck you, you’re making me look bad,” ningning complained, once again playing with her hair.

karina reached out to slap ningning’s hand, “no—you’re making yourself look bad. stop it.”

“are you guys ready?” sunghoon said, sliding his phone from under him and pulling his keys out of his pocket. “yn?”

“okay, fine.”

— in sunghoon’s car

“yn are you done with that?” renjun asked slowly, staring at the vodka bottle in his hand. what was once half-full was now only full about maybe a quarter, all at the expense of yn (and a couple of shots from ningning).

“dude the car ride was like barely an hour how did you drink that much?” sunghoon asked, turning his neck around the driver’s seat in concern.

“fuck it he’s fine, lets go!” ningning said excitedly.

the six of them struggled to get out of the car, especially with yn’s stumbling and sunghoon’s low ceiling. ningning had yn’s right arm slung over her shoulder—no, he wasn't stumbling that badly, he was a heavy drinker after all. ningning, however, could somehow feel an onset hangover the next day, partly because of the few shots she just took and partly because of the shots she knew she was about to take.

— in chaewon’s house

currently queued: nokia - drake

“where’s my babyy,” yn said, already starting to slur.

renjun started, “okay, yn, hold on—”

“i’m gonna go off and look for chaehyun okay?” ningning began, ready to completely disregard whatever renjun’s response would be. “good luck with yn, don't let him throw up!”

the image of it already appeared in renjun’s head.

karina took after ningning, sunghoon following kazuha while she looked for chaewon. renjun sighed, his fate with yn sealed. “yn let’s go, i wanna introduce you to some of my friends.”

renjun practice dragged yn to his friends, a group of people he’d met at a church group. they all collectively trauma-bonded at how much they didn't want to go, becoming fast friends after the first day.

“hi guys!” renjun half-yelled from across the room, trying to make his way through a crowd of people.

“is that renjun?” an unfamiliar voice to yn said.

“renjun wait you didn't explain how you knew—”

“hey renjun, long time no see!” a person pulled renjun into a hug, patting his back lightly.

“ah i missed you guys! not that dumbass school though,” renjun joked. “this is one of my friends from elihu, yn?”

yn started, but immediately shut down.

“yn? yeah okay whatever, sorry about him he drank a bit much already,” renjun apologized, a little embarrassed on yn’s behalf.

“oh no worries at all, happens all the time. i’m zhang hao that’s chenle.”

“oh,” yn said softly. “okay.”

“wait is this the yn, renjun? like academic weapon yn?” chenle began. “zhang hao that’s your competition, no?”

“shut up chenle, we just met yn leave him alone. we don't even go to elihu, anyways.”

renjun looked at yn, conferned. he whispered in yn’s ear—well, more like yelled over the music—to ask if he was okay, sending him off to the bathroom to freshen up.

yn’s walk to the bathroom was dehumanizing, to say the least. that dry feeling on your tongue, the sharp, thin pain-like heart throbbing feeling that he couldn't distinguish between the vodka and his nerves—everything around him felt unreal.

he approached the bathroom, reaching for the doorknob only to be disrupted by a faint call of his name. he turned his neck around, his hand unmoving on the doorknob.

“yn?” juyeon’s face suddenly became clear from the crowd. fuck.

“juyeon?” thoughts rushed through yn’s mind like waterfalls. “why is he searching for me? wait, no, is he searching for me? why is he calling my name? why is he here? why is he so hot this close? i’ve seen him this close before why does he suddenly seem so most prettier? i wonder if he wants me. does he imagine me the way i imagine him?”

“hey, i didn't know you pulled up to functions like this!” juyeon said. “it’s cool seeing you here.”

yn was almost frozen, the only part of his body not stiff (if you know what i mean) being his mouth, which was still struggling to move. “yeah, you too.”

“are you alright? your eyes are like pearls—” juyeon stopped, caught off guard by his statement. “you know what i mean?”

“yeah, no—i just drank a bit on the way here. probably should've saved it for here but you know how it goes,” he laughed softly.

juyeon laughed a little, and turned around to walk back towards the crowd. huh. well, that went okay, right?

“wait- yn.”

— renjun, chenle, and hao

“has you guys’ football season started?” renjun asked.

“yeah, we just had our first game last week. we lost really badly, though. not that i care,” hao said, laughing at his school.

“hey, i care!” chenle said. “what about you guys? was last night the first game?”

“yeah, party was kinda for the win and kinda for the season opener. it was gonna happen either way.”

“juyeon did good?” chenle asked.

“yeah, i think so. i didn't go, but yn and kazuha said he did good as always.”

“where is juyeon anyways?” chenle said, pulling his phone out to text him and meet up with him.”

“is that that guy that was in your dms a while back?”

renjun quickly shushed them, a wash of deep worry coming over him. “hao, don't. it's in the past, let it be in the past.”

“what’s wrong, renjun?” hao asked. “you never gave a fuck about him before.”

“it's just—look. i never told yn about it. and—ah, fuck, there's so much i shouldn't be saying right now. okay, you guys have to keep everything i say right now a secret, got it? i never told yn, and yn has liked him since last year.”

“after juyeon dmd you, or..?”

renjun shivered, very obviously feeling guilty and remorseful, “no, it was while i knew.”

the three went silent. a sudden atmosphere of awkwardness came over them. chenle looked back at his phone and hao took a sip from his cup.

chenle told the two to hang tight while he looked around for juyeon, renjun taking his phone out to see how yn was doing.

renjun sent him a text, only for him to be left on delivered. he tried sending another to no avail. a little worried, renjun called yn’s number, only to get no response.

“hold on, im gonna look for yn real quick,” renjun told hao, apologizing for leaving him alone.

renjun skewed his way through the crowd, giving every last ‘excuse me’ he had. however, rather scarily, he had nothing. renjun saw the familiar face of xiaoting in the distance and a slowly made his way over to her.

xiaoting turned into the crowd, making eye contact with renjun. her face lit up, “renjun!!”

renjun’s face was still nervous. he made his way over to xiaoting, accompanied by a couple of her friends as well as karina and ningning, who were both off put by renjun’s demeanor.

xiaoting pulled renjun in for a hug, breaking his fear for a brief moment, only for him to return back immediately after they pulled away.

“you good renjun?” ningning asked.

“did you try don julio?” karina asked, her eyes confused.

“no, yn’s missing.”

“fuck,” ningning began. “you were supposed to take care of him—”

“don't blame this on me ningning i—”

“woah, renjun,” karina began, stopping a bery clearly heating up renjun. they had never seen renjun like this before. karina stood up, ”renjun, its okay, he’s probably okay, we just have to find him. don't worry too much.”

karina pulled ningning up and they said their short goodbyes to xiaoting, walking away to search for yn. they ran into chenle, who was also looking for someone.

“hey, renjun, have you seen juyeon?”

“no.” renjun said, still obviously heating up.

“oh shit, sorry,” chenle said. “what’s up?”

“i can't find yn i think he's really drunk and i was supposed to look after him—”

ningning put her hand on renjun’s shoulder, very obviously drunk. “wait, renjun, what if they're both fucking in the bathroom right now? wouldn't that—”

“ningning, whatever you're about to say i don't think i wanna hear,” karina said, stopping ningning while putting a hand to her own mouth.

— hao’s alone adventure

hao walked to the bathroom calmly, completely sober. he wasn't the type to drink a lot, let alone at a party. frankly, it was surprising to a lot of people to see someone like hao at a party, but, hey? everyone can let loose once in a while, right?

as hao rounded the corner into the hallway that overlooked a guest room, he saw just that—two silhouettes letting loose.

one of those silhouettes, however, seemed oddly bulky. not bulky in the way that’s stocky and buff, but rather, bulky as in boxy. almost as if that silhouette just so happened to be wearing a football jersey.

and, the other silhouette was very obviously smaller than the first.

hao’s eyebrows furrowed, the dim lighting making it extremely hard to make anything out. he squinted his eyes, peering at the two as they (aggressively) made out.

however, just to his luck, the two finally shuffled inside the room, closing the door behind them.

good thing the bathroom was still open.

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synopsis ⊹ ࣪ ˖ academic weapon lee yn picks up his phone mid study session late one night to a message from football player lee juyeon, elihu international’s current wide receiver. juyeon says he’s at yn’s window, mere seconds before yn hears a light knocking. like the absolute genius he is, yn lets juyeon in; little do either of them know it wouldn’t be the last time.

(open) current taglist! @pedifero @bbibbiiu @unintentionalbee @naelvze @academiq

author's note! wow that was a chapter! tbh considered if this chapter should've gotten freaky w/ yn and juyeon but no you guys are gonna have to wait for that~ but i will say the next two chapters are gonna be where interactions happen okay i'm sorry for all of the slow burn but HEY we're getting something this chapter so dw

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[nani-nonny]

A Casey Jr snippet…

(I’ve been writing a lot of a snippets hm (it was only three and only one of them was for a fic I’m actively posting))

(For now I’m calling it Today Is Tomorrow and Tomorrow Was Yesterday)

Word Count: 770+

Something’s not right.

CJ looks left and right, an unsettling feeling of unfamiliar familiarity grazing the ends of his arm hairs. Like the faintest touch that barely makes itself known, reminding for the briefest millisecond that it’s there. Only enough to unsettle him, but not fully make itself known. As if it’s shy or unwilling of attention for the sole purpose of getting CJ to slowly lose his mind.

He swears he’s done this before. Swears on his heart he walked this exact path, these exact steps, at this exact time yesterday.

Right now, he should duck his head because a stray rock should be flying his way from the kids playing.

But he doesn’t. He doesn’t duck his head for the sole purpose of hoping he’s wrong.

He isn’t.

The rock hits him on the back of his head, eliciting giggles and a few small gasps from the kids.

“Sorry Casey!” One kid apologizes when they run over to pick up their rock and runs back to their friends.

He knows what they’re going to say. He can reenact their little giggles and one kid saying, ‘You hit Casey!’

But why? Why does he know?

Did he unlock some kind of power to see the future? No, it can’t be. Then he has to be able to see what happens to the resistance. He has to be able to see that they won, right? But he can’t. But this can’t be some fluke.

He sidesteps a rushing resistance soldier, running down the cement hall with a map in hand. She’s going to the lunch hall to show Sensei her recent finding. A hoard of canned goods long abandoned from the initial invasion of the Krang. It once belonged to a survivalist, those people who apparently were once seen as crazy for preparing for something that was believed to never happen.

“Leonardo! Sir!” The soldier’s voice cries out through the hall.

They’re going to consider it a miracle that it hadn't been ransacked, but Sensei will tell them to exercise caution. And CJ swears he can see it in his head, clear as day like he was standing there.

But he’s still here in the hall.

He’s not in the lunch hall eating jerky with his teacher. He’s not listening to the soldier report their finding with a newfound hope blossoming in his heart. He’s walking down the hall, his feet leading him toward a path he hadn’t walked today but somehow he already has. At least, in his mind he has.

His feet lead him straight to Michelangelo’s room, standing before the metal door fully expecting the mystic warrior to be exercising his power.

CJ knocks and waits for Michelangelo’s response. It shouldn’t take long. It should be right about n—.

“Come in!”

CJ opens the door to see the room in disarray, a common theme that occurs after Michelangelo exercises his power.

The mystic warrior’s hair is disheveled, and loose strands fall from his scalp from the power usage. On cue, Michelangelo brushes away the fallen hairs over his shoulder, stepping to the side to block the hairs on the floor. “CJ! Hey, what’s up?”

CJ ignores the hair and the mess in the room. He steps forward and closes the door behind himself when he asks, “Do you know what’s happening?”

Michelangelo smiles brightly, wrinkles forming at the corners of the box turtle’s eyes. “Something happening?”

CJ frowns and responds, “I thought that if anyone knew, it’d be you.”

Michelangelo’s brow raises, his aged spots wrinkling from the effort. “I would?”

“Something’s not right, Michelangelo. Everything’s… weird,” CJ starts, trying to recall everything that has happened and what he knows will happen. “Because I swear…,” he scratches his head and takes a step to the side when a stack of old books topples over behind him. “I swear we’ve done this before.”

Michelangelo stares at the spot where the books fell, eyes darkening slightly at the sight. “Really?”

CJ nods, “I feel like we’ve already had this conversation, that everything that’s happening has been done before.”

Michelangelo doesn’t respond when CJ stops so the teen continues.

“I feel like I know everything that’s happened because I was there all those times. But this time I’m here. Last time I think I was in the lunch hall with Sensei…”

Michelangelo nods slowly, still staring at the fallen books.

CJ stops. He remembers the last time he had this conversation with Michelangelo. Last time, Michelangelo shooed him away. Why is it different this time?

“Did… Did you do something?”

Michelangelo shakes his head, his expression saddening. “No.”

“But I swear—.”

“Not this time.”

“‘This time’?”

[applenilune]

Trepidation | one -The file-

SUMMARY~ Three years ago a Colonel from the Deepspace Fleet was murdered by his wife, now, rumors about a mind controlling chip are circulating on the Fleet’s corridors, making the officers feel scared and unsafe. Colonel Caleb is assigned to find out if they are true. But, why is a murder case from three years ago related to rumors about a chip? What does the former Colonel wife knows about that? Can Caleb get to the bottom of the mystery, without getting too close and attached to her?

Pairing~ Caleb x fr

Rating~ M! Explicit!

Warnings for this chapter~ mentions of death, mental illness,blood and suicide.

Tags~ 18+ MDNI, Dead Dove, dark themes, slow burn, eventual smut, trauma, mental illness, slightly gore descriptions, manipulation, murder allegations, conspiracy, stalking (I’ll add more as I think of them)

A/N: HELLO! This is my first fic after Years without writing anything, but the chokehold that Caleb has on me is so strong that I needed to write something for him. I’m a huge fan of thriller/mystery/romance books so that’s why I wanted to write something kinda dark, also, something that I want to mention, English is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any mistakes that I could have made but I hope it’s still understandable. ALSO, I’m approaching this fic as a “beginning of the toring chip”, so it’s not going to be a 100% accurate depiction of the chip that we saw on the game, but it still will be kinda related. To finish, the female character has no name so in this chapter I put it as y/n but I’m not really sure about it so, maybe I’ll change that later, let me know how you feel about that.

Almost everyone on the fleet knew what had happened with Colonel Davian Vayne, he was young, 27 years old when he died, he was extremely smart and capable of handling the officers on his command, he never hesitated when it came to take hard decisions on his department, all of his work was clean and in perfect order, maybe that’s why he had become colonel at such a young age, everyone knew and liked him, he had the perfectly life, he was wealthy, his parents owned a chain of very fancy and famous restaurants around Skyhaven, and with his status as colonel the money only kept growing, he was elegant and charming, tall and broad, his blonde hair and hazel eyes drew attention from all the woman on the fleet, he was the type of men who everyone respects, who everyone raised their eyes to look at. He seemed to have no flaws.

He was also married, his wife was a real estate agent, not everyone knew her at the fleet, they had only see her a couple of times when one of the fancy dinner parties took place and everyone was encouraged to bring someone along, to make the parties more fun and interesting, who wouldn’t want to know how was the life outside the farspace fleet job? who do you live with? who were you when you weren’t using the uniform?

Colonel Davian’s wife was really a lovely person, said by the few people that met her, the few times she was on one of the fleet’s dinner parties she was always engaged in small talks with everyone learning about her husband’s teammates and their families, talking about her job and her life as a colonel’s wife, she was beautiful, they said, her delicate features, big beautiful eyes, soft skin and long jet black hair made all the people turn to look at her when she entered a room.

They made the perfect couple, what else could you ask from a partner? They were both so painfully perfect.

So, it came as a shock when everyone found out that colonel Davian Vayne had died, or better said, was murdered, by his own wife.

People refused to believe it, there was no way, how could a woman like Y/N Vayne kill her husband on such an horrific way? But she did, there was no doubt about it, she was the only one there with him the night he died, there was no one else’s fingerprints or anything that could lead to believe that someone else did it, that someone had forced their way into their home and attacked him, and when the officers deployed by the fleet arrived at their home and saw her covered in blood they immediately arrested her.

The scene itself was heartbreaking, the living room of the fancy house was dimly lit, decorated on the most elegant furniture, everything remained dark and silent, the lights on the kitchen were the only ones on, the officers approached the area, and saw her, she was out of her mind, on her knees in a corner on the floor of the fancy kitchen crying uncontrollably and screaming in pain with a knife on her hand, she was hurting herself, like she was trying to kill herself too, trying to join her husband, making cuts all over her body, they attempted to calm her down but she was so out of herself that it took them a while to get the knife out of her hands. Her night gown was covered in blood, hers and her husband’s, and everything else in the kitchen was covered in blood too, like if someone had took a bucket full of blood and just splatter it around everything on the kitchen.

The colonel’s body laying lifeless on the floor, also surrounded by an insane amount of blood, his throat had been cut, really deep, it made everyone on the scene felt sick to their stomach.

When she was asked why she did it, she didn’t said anything, she refused to talk with anyone, locking herself inside her own mind, they seemed to have a perfect life, a beautiful dynamic between them, what reason could she possibly had to kill her husband in a really horrible way?

Everyone decided that she was just crazy, something must have snapped on her mind, for her to, all of a sudden, attack her husband and end his life so abruptly, specialists ran a few tests on her, and a few weeks after the murder she was put on trial for killing her husband, Davian Vayne, and condemned to life imprisonment, but since she was declared mentally ill and unstable, they put her on a mental facility, where she would spend the rest of her days.

That had happened three years ago, and even though when it happened it was all that people talked about in the fleet’s office, as time went on, it began to become less and less of a conversation topic. Until almost no one talked about it, until the events even started to morph into something that made no sense at all, no one talked about it anymore, unless someone brought out a memory about colonel Davian Vayne and his work, then all of the stories about the incident were talked on the corridors, people felt sorry about their story and then moved on with their lives.

The world kept moving, besides the lost of a lovable and capable colonel, there was nothing stopping the world from spinning, especially on the fleet, they had a beautiful memorial on his honor and then, that was it.

Since his wife had been convicted and the case had been closed, people just decided to move on, there were other cases, there were other problems, other wars that needed to be fought, other matters that needed to be addressed.

Work at the fleet kept coming so everyone just kinda forgot.

If it didn’t actually happened to anyone in your family or someone close to your heart, then it just became a corridor gossip, and those were never ending too, there was always someone else’s business to discuss, the adjutant did this, the first sergeant messed up the mission, the lieutenant cheated on his wife with the cafeteria girl, half of the battalion died on the deepspace tunnel, the captain was attacked by a wanderer that appeared at his office, etcetera.

People always talked, that was something undeniable. That’s what people do, no matter where you work at.

Recently on the corridors there had been a rumor spreading, people claimed that, there was a chip of some sort, being developed by some technology company that wanted to establish those chips on the fleet, or their officers, to be more exact, to control and keep them on the fleet’s track, wipe their brains clean so that they could write the actions of the employees using the chip, like robots, soulless machines devoted one hundred percent to their job, to make them do what they wanted. To keep the fleet pristine and flawless.

People were starting to get scared, word spreaded like wildfire and it started to affect the fleet’s image, the information wasn’t still out in the public eye, but if they didn’t stop it, it eventually will.

That’s why Caleb was sitting here, in the General’s office. He wanted him to dig deeper, to find out if the claims were true, he had been receiving comments from concerned people who wanted to know if that information was actually true, there was really a chip being created and designed specifically for mind control of the fleet’s employees?

Caleb had become Colonel just a few months after Colonel Vayne had passed away, now, he occupied the place he once had, the General had decided that Caleb was more than well prepared to take the place as the new Colonel, all his skills and knowledge, and all of the experience and decision making he had made on the deepspace tunnel were more than enough to prove that he was perfect for the position, yes, colonel Vayne had died, but they couldn’t leave his place empty, he had died, but the show must go on. The fleet needed to fill the position. And Caleb was the perfect choice. No one had doubts about it.

Caleb was sitting straight, his hands intertwined on his lap, his expression stoic as he listened to the General speaking to him across his desk. He had explained all of the concerns and lies that were being discussed amongst the officers and he thought to himself that it was an stupid rumor with no fundament, but he also understood the way that this could affect the work of the fleet. They wouldn’t want a collective panic surge forming in the minds of the employees. It would make them look weak. And that is the last thing the fleet wants, to look weak.

“As I’m sure you are aware Colonel, we cannot let this situation escalate more, if we let all of this nonsense talking continue, it will affect our performance as a whole. I need you to conduct an investigation about this, I know it’s not really your specific job but, I cannot let a lower range officer take care of this, you have my full trust, your work has been anything but perfect, so all of this, it has to be just between us, I don’t want this to grow bigger until we have full knowledge and control about it. When you’re done with the investigation, you report it directly to me”

“I understand sir, you don't have to worry” Caleb said with a calm demeanor “I will personally take care of it”

The general pushed an e-file pad that was sitting on his desk on Caleb’s direction, he had his hand placed over the file, not wanting Caleb to take it yet, until he had finished talking.

“This is a classified document, the information that resides in these pages is knowledge of a few people, not even you as a colonel, could have access to it, I’m giving it to you because the minute that these comments came into my ears, this file was the first thing that I thought about, I think it could help as a start”

“If you allow me sir,” Caleb said “You really think that this corridor conversations require a deep investigation?”

“People is getting startled, not even me as the fleet’s General had any sort of information regarding any sort of chip, we cannot leave anything to speculation, we need to maintain this corporation afloat, if there is any sort of mind controlling chip I want to know, we need to protect our people”

Caleb nodded, then the General release the folder and pushed further towards Caleb for him to grab it, then took a small piece of paper and wrote down the password Caleb would need to unlock the e-file pad, when Caleb took them, he stood from the chair and prepared to leave.

The General was really committed to his work, he was one of the few people on the fleet that actually cared about the people under his wings, more than the wellbeing and orders of the higher ups, Caleb thought to himself that, that was actually more of a weakness than strength, but he wasn’t the General…yet.

“I’ll start working on it right away sir” he said, as he saluted the general and then turn away to leave his office, when his hand was over the door handle the General said:

“Not a word about this to anyone Colonel, until we know what we’re actually dealing with. You and I are the only ones that know about this, let’s keep it that way.”

Caleb opened the door without responding, since it wasn’t actually necessary, and he stepped outside, this was the most odd request he had received, to him, all this situation made no sense, the officers were focusing on a stupid hallway gossip instead of doing their jobs, but since the General had asked him, he literally had no choice but to dig into it. And he was the best at his job.

Caleb walked expressionless straight to his office, people turned around to salute him, but he didn’t bother to respond or even look at them, when he arrived, he ordered his secretary to not interrupt him under any circumstances, the curiosity about knowing what was in that file that he was just granted access was itching on him, and also, he wanted to be finished with this nonsense as quick as possible, he locked the door behind him, and walked to sit on his chair, he placed the file on the desk and looked at it like hesitating for a second, what was he going to find out inside of it?

He opened the file, and when it asked him, he introduced the password the General had provided him to unlock the e-file pad. It opened, what it said on the first page on bold letters made him furrow his brows. What does this case had to do with the rumors about the chip? It made no sense, why was the General giving him this file?

FARSPACE FLEET INVESTIGATION BUREAU

CASE 00MI1608

RESTRICTED ACCESS

PLEASE RETURN THIS FILE IF YOU ARE ON LEVEL 08 OR BELOW

YOU WILL BE PROSECUTED

ASSASSINATION OF COLONEL DAVIAN VAYNE

AUGUST 2045

The murder of colonel Davian? He was killed three years ago, what his murder file had to do with a fucking mind controlling chip? He relaxed a little bit on the chair, the general had given this to him for a reason. He started reading the file to find out why.

The file had a lot of pages, this specific case was handled by the fleet itself because the victim was a high rank officer, Caleb was fixated on the information from minute one, it was like reading a suspense, thriller novel, everything was so intriguing to him.

The firsts pages of the file were about the night the murder had taken place, as it said, it was a quiet summer night, the Vayne’s were at home and all of the sudden something has snapped up in his wife, the investigators wrote that they were probably arguing about something in the kitchen, when Y/N Vayne suddenly decided that she had enough. Took one of the expensive chef knives that laid on the kitchen island and cut her husband’s throat.

Caleb moved onto the next pages, there were pictures of the crime scene, it was kinda like what the stories around the fleet were told, Davian was on the floor, his throat had been cut so deep that you could see the muscles tore open, the floor was so covered in blood that it was like if someone had moped it with a bucket full of blood.

Caleb was desensitized of watching this types of scenes, no one with a high position on the fleet wasn’t accustomed to this sort of stuff, you had to handle the hard situations, so he didn’t even flinch at the images.

The next few pages were images of Mrs. Vayne’s body, she had apparently been tryin to end her life too, there were cuts made by herself all over her body, her arms, legs, neck, stomach, almost everywhere. She wasn’t successful in her attempts of course but Caleb thought that that was a strange way of trying to kill yourself.

He continued reading the file.

After the colonel’s autopsy, there were physical and psychiatric tests that were conducted on his wife.

The doctors wrote that she refused to talk to anyone for almost a week, it was like she was in some kind of mental lockdown, almost like she refused to believe that this was her new reality. That she had killed her husband.

They had her arrested on the hospital, hands cuffed into the bed, but somehow when she was not being watched she broke free from the restraints and began hurting herself again, when the officers, nurses and doctors entered the room, she was again covered in blood, she was on a frenzy, she had a deep wound in the back of her neck, arms and legs, she had also bitten herself really hard, they searched the room, looking for whatever weapon she had used to do that to herself, but they found nothing.

After that incident she calmed down, it seemed like she had just waken up from a long dream or a coma, or so they thought because now, when she started to speak again, she began talking about how someone had been tracking her down, someone had been following her and watching her, and she also said that someone had implanted a chip on her body, and against her will, they made her kill her husband.

She had no full memory of the night it actually happened, only flashes of memories, she couldn’t explain what had driven her so numb or mad that she murdered her husband so brutally, but she kept repeating that this was not entirely her fault. That they needed to investigate further, that they needed to find out who had done that to her to find out who the real culprit was, but there was no evidence to back up any of those allegations. It was all her doing. And she was saying that only to escape the sentence.

Caleb had to read that again, She said someone had been watching her, put a chip on her body and were controlling her actions. Whoever did that to her, made her kill the colonel, her husband.

A chip.

A controlling chip.

Caleb had to stop for a moment, analyzing the situation, this was why the General had told him that it might be related to the chip rumors happening now. It made him feel, amused, desperate, desperate to know the truth, eager, excited, almost.

He didn’t like not having the full story but…He liked challenges, they were too…enticing. And mysteries, he liked those, and Y/N Vayne was buried in mystery so deep that he wanted to dig her up.

The rest of the file were the prosecutors notes, the case they built against her, so that they could give her a sentence, thanks to the test ran by the psychiatrist’s they had decided to put her on a mental facility, she was obviously sick on her brain, she was out of her mind. She just talked nonsense, right? It was all nonsense? Now he wasn’t so sure.

He knew what he had to do first, to get to the bottom of this entire situation.

He had to talk to her.

[keelt9]

Episode 6

Masterlist // OP.6

It’s like runaways of bubbles, pinch one and you only had 4 things, talent, ambiost, luxury, soberby or in the worst of the cases all combined. That’s were the words of grandpa and I’ve been here two days and I couldn't agree more.

Ford and I lock in the fancy food section of the paddock. I bet Walter will scold me if I gain some pounds in two days, only coming out when Oscar is on track, besides of that nothing else.

Finally on race day, we arrived late when all the pilots did and the ceremony already began. Our parents have been enjoying all the attention and the show, so when we appeared, they had a casual big smile.

“You’re late.” Mom said as we kissed her cheek. 

Ford put his sunglasses on. “It’s on propose mom.” I smirk nodding, winning an ice eyes from her. 

A young man comes running to the paddock scanning the room until their eyes land on me sigh in relief. 

“Y/N, right?” I nod. “Can you come with me for a while?”

“Why?” I answer with suspicion seeing Ford who has his mouth in a straight line. 

“Oscar wants to see you before getting into the car.” He didn't give time to reply. He drags me by my hand as I calm Ford with a smile on my face.

I get troguth to tiny hallways and a lot of people before being out in the garage where people are walking with headphones and gloves around the place checking the last details of the cars until Oscar appears fully dressed with his helmet on his hand, smiling the moment he sees me.

“They found you.” He approaches me, making my heart beat fast. 

“Why am I here?” Oscar scoff, I realize it’s the first time I see him in the day and I sound really rude. “Sorry, it’s just. I’m surprised.”

Oscar nods. “Well, I wonder if you want to watch the race from here.” I blink. “Your family will be here too, if you want it, but…” He moves his eyes around the garage before leaning and whispering to my ear. “I want you here first.”

I cover my face to cover up a smile. “Besides, I want to make a bet with you.” I choke my head. “If I get on the podium I want you to go on a date with me…” I shouldn't apply blush on my face. Every word he’s saying makes my face red and red. “If I don’t I grant you a wish.”

“Like a goodfairy?” I fight to take control of myself one more time.

“Like a goodfairy.” 

I extend my hand. “Deal.” He shook my hand. 

“Oscar, we’re ready.” One of his engineers called him next to the car, taking a quick glimpse of me. 

“Think what are you going to say to your parents because after this we’re going to have a great day.” 

We don’t have time to reply to each other because as soon as he gets in the car helmet on, a lot of people surround him making him do things as he answers. A few seconds later he turns to his left right before leaving the garage. followed by Lando in the other car.

“Did he just invite me on a date?” I ask myself, winning a few giggles as I turn around and multiple nods answer me.

The race was spectacular, the McLaren start in the first line but at the middle of it, the were in 6th and 8th, I’m pretty sure there is a really detailed explanation why in the last 10 laps, the other drivers start to lost peace and pass in front the garage before change their tyres, allow the McLaren push or at least that’s what you hear leaving the first place between them.

Battle that was decided in the last lap, where Oscar took the lead, secured the podium in first place.

Drenching in champagne Oscar got inside of the garage one more time with multiple congratulations surrounding him, finding me talking with my parents and other people about what amazing would be another championship constructor.

I apologize for walking to find him in where the car was supposed to go in. 

“Hey! Congratulations!” I hug him no matter if I get wet too.

With a trophy on his hands and the other a bottle of champagne, I believed it would be me hugging him but surprisingly, he found a way for the bottle to be at the side of my ribs, hugging me with one arm.

“I won.” He said as I hit his back, sure he doesn’t refer entirely to the race. “I’ll finish all I left and we’ll go.”

I nod, letting him go as more people approach him to congratulate him, and praise his tenancy

.

Walking along the garage as we talk about the race, one of the drivers stops in front of us, narrows his eyes to me.

“Have we seen each other?” I turn around and think he’s probably speaking to someone else. “Hey love, we have seen her before.” 

Oscar chokes his head as another girl joins the conversation, elegant dress just a quick scan and she nods. 

“Yeah, but I can’t remember when.” She deeply thinks about it, grabbing the hand of his boyfriend. “It’s something with chocolate.”

“Her family is one of our sponsors, they had a cacao…” Oscar's speech was interrupted by the guy who snapped his fingers.

“COCOA! You’re an equestrian rider.” His girlfriend recognizes me too for the way her eyes turn wide and smile. 

“We went to a competition many years ago, you had a wonderful brown horse, the name fascinates us.” I smirk, that was probably the last competition of Cocoa. “And the fact you won without even blinking, whoa it was insane.”

“Thanks, it means a lot.” It actually does.

“We searched for you in other competitions but we haven't found you until…well, now.” The girl said, taking me by surprise, leaving me with anything to say.

Oscar cleared his throat probably with my silence. 

“Who is competing?” A man wearing a Ferrari shirt with white hair, an Italian accent asks.

“She.” The girl said with a proud smile. 

“Really? You drive?” The man asks, crossing his arms, as I giggle, shaking my head. 

“At all.” I point all around me. “This is not my style.”

“She is an equestrian rider.” Oscar said with a proud face as he lifted his eyebrows. 

The other guy complet it. “A world champion.”

“A champion, huh?” The man started to walk again but not before dropping a last question. “Have you any black horses, did you?”

“I actually have two.” 

The man turns around with a choke head and open eyes. “Are you competing?”

“This year, yeah.” Walter will scold me. 

The man turned around with his hand on his chin. “I saw the horses have fancy names on their things.” 

Oscar giggles, getting down his head. “Yeah, we also had sponsorships.” 

“Mhm, tell me, do you have plans for dinner?” I see Oscar probably with more excitement than I should, he shakes his head pointing to the old man. 

“Can he come with me?” The man sees Oscar who has his eyes open. “He’s kind of my manager here.”

“Come on Fred, we can join you if you feel comfortable?” The other guy said as the old man's bluff walked.

“Kids on my dinner, great.”

“ARE SERIOUS?!” Walter screams through the phone after I called him.

The dinner was great, so great that by the end of it, I possibly got a new and important sponsorship.

I found out the man is Fred Vasseur, the director of Ferrari and the guy Charles, the woman his girlfriend, Alexandra. 

They as Oscar praise me, remarking how good I am and the potential I had. By the time the photos of Pharaoh and Azabache were on the table, Fred already made me an offer. 

They will go to Altamira next week, seeing the horses and me in a small performance. If I passed, they would like to sponsor my comeback on the show, and if things went well, they would love to sponsor my first competition and hopefully the championship.

In exchange, in the photo sessions, my horses and I wore red and black things; a special show and a lot of appearances in special Ferrari shows.

“I know, we said take things slowly but come on Walter, it's a Ferrari!” I said walking side to side of the road. “But…”

“No more fooling around.” Walter starts.

“Got it.”

“Working hard.”

“Always.”

“Total focus.”

“Deal.”

“And the most important thing.” Walter sighs. “Let’s take care of each other.”

I laughed. “Count with that.” 

“Fuck” He said probaly with a smile ong his face. “We’ll have so much work, huh?” 

I see Oscar waiting at the distance moving his feets on the ground. “Keep having fun Y/N, details will be fixed when you’re here.”

“Thanks Walter.” I hang out jogging where Oscar is waiting.

It’s past midnight, still he refuses to let me alone as I try to calm all my excitement, when he lifts his eyes I barely hear an apology but I hug him tight.

“It’s the best day ever!” I squeeze him tight. “Thank you so much!”

Oscar hugs me too. “Am I step closer?”

I split, lifting my eyebrows. “You know… I kinda like you… probably more than that, but I don’t want to say anything it takes advantage of.”

He starts to rush himself, his usual rambling, I chuckle and give him a peck on his cheek. 

“I kinda, like you, probably more.” He smiles, blushing when I grab his hand holding it tight. “Ask me in a special moment, for both of us.”

We start to walk along the dark streets of Spain, for the way he goes down his head, all his brian is working hard.

“Are you already telling me, yes?” 

I scoff. “When you ask, you’ll find it out.”

Oscar sadly couldn’t be with me by the time all the Ferrari crew was here, a thing with a meeting that has to come up, he couldn't skip, still his video call lit my face before I went to greet the Ferrari crew who was waiting with my family.

“You got this ok?” Oscar said, as he locked himself in the bathroom, he’s on a meeting and had to take a moment to go to the toilet. “Are you laughing?”

“Sorry, it’s just.” I cover my eyes. “You're calling me from the toilet.” Oscar laughs too. “I told you a message is fine, I get it.”

“No way, I want to see your face before Ferrari steals you from me.” Oscar smiles. “Go, I won’t delay you more.”

I nod, feeling my heart beating fast. “Go and leave them with open mouths.”

Down there in the living room, my family, Walter and Rachel are waiting to chat with Mr. Vasseur, Ferrari drivers and other people of the legal and marketing teams. 

After a short introduction, we guide them to the green field where we keep the horses. Cotton and Nebula leave them amazed, their white colors shining as they proudly stand. Koa and Vanilla with their brown colors take praise words of who can almost be confused with black.

But I have my crew waiting in the arena. The moment they saw Obsidian only exclamation words came from them, as their eyes landed on Azabache and Pharaoh they were speechless.

“They are my babies.” I said proudly walking inside, approaching them.

They keep their distance as they smirk. “I thought we're here to meet potential champions.” One of the people said. “They are definitely champion material.”

“I'm so fucking trembling!” I said grabbing the hand of Ford as he helped me to get down from the car.

Ford is elegantly dressed as my family for the event today. It took us a few minutes to see Nash and Grace walking to us when they saw the car parking.

All giving me soft hugs and praises about how good I look.

“I'm freaking out.” I whisper, making all giggle. 

Nash smiles patting my shoulder. “You'll be amazing.”

Grace's smile pointing to the Ferrari logo at the side of my helmet. “This is very impressive, though.”

At that moment the truck of Pharaoh and Azabache is entertaining at the back of the facility where all the horse's are; Walter smiles as he waves his hand driving behind them.

“Darling, time to go.” Dad said as Ford laughed because I grip my hand over him.

“BROKEN BONE!”

The way to the main arena is full of praises and happiness about me coming back, even hard looks of other people knowing if I'm on my top I can be a pain in the ass to them.

“Why did anyone tell me we have a personal recording team?” Walter asks as he walks to us.

“Mom…” I was about to complain when Ford scoffed.

“That's a camera? Actually a professional one?” I start to look around.

Yeah there's cameras on this event but nothing so private for any of the people competing have a personal team.

Ford points next to the fence where the honey boy with a camera over his shoulders is talking with another guy.

The smile grows bigger every step. We don’t have words. He just extended his arm, giving the camera to the man in front of him.

“Gorgeous.” Oscar said as he embraced me, lifting me a little bit, as I giggled pressing him against me.

“Always as a spectator, never the main character.” Then I recognized the voice of Lando at my back. 

“Hi Lando.” I said as Oscar left me on the ground. “And hi you.”

Oscar smiles, grabbing my hand to spin around. “You look fantastic!” 

He’s making me feel shy as Landon chokes his head. “I swear I have never seen Oscar show some kind of emotions.” 

Oscar pushed him softly. “You look great Y/N, still so much red on you.”

I laughed because the only red thing on me is the flower on my pocket and soft lines on my jacket; the Ferrari logo is a black velvet. 

“Yeah, I kinda agree with that.” Oscar said, grabbing my hand. 

My family approaches as Ford speaks. “God save us if she wears papaya.” 

Walter appears running from the back of the stables. “Y/N, ready, the riders are gathering for the inauguration.” 

We see people with jackets and helmets on their side walk at the back with their respective coaches, talking probably receiving the last indications.

“Sorry, I’m stealing her.” Walter said, extending his arm. 

“Can you…?” I said my family and friends pointing to Oscar.

They giggle walking to the tables where each family has their respective zone, all wishing me success and giving me quick hugs and cheek kisses. Walter starts to walk slowly waiting for me.

“This is so unnecessary, you know?” I lift the camera bag.

“You said, you like to see your performance knowing where you need to improve, so, I guess this is a must.”

I press my lips together. “You can’t move from your chair, you know?” All prevent the horses from freaking out seeing people near the fences. 

Oscar opened his eyes, dropping his shoulder. “Still, thank you, this is a nice touch.”

“Y/N!” Walter screams not turning around.

I scoff. “I have to go.” I tried to pull my hand but he grabbed tighter.

A soft kiss on my cheek left me frozen on my spot, feeling my heart beating fast as he dared to giggle.

“OSCAR LEAVE MY GIRL OR SHE WILL BE LATE.” Walter screams still not turning around.

“Go.” I see him unable to form a coherent word. “I am cheering for both of you.”

I nod as I run to reach Walter stop a few seconds later. “Hey!”

Oscar turned around. “This could be the right time.”

[that-smallinjured-bowylamb]

For @water-blue 's request!! (Mb I lost the previous draft)

🪽Heart of compassion, loyalty🪽

Gender Neutral

Summary: You are Loud and boisterous, yet you are kind, caring and incredibly loyal. Sometimes you say things as a slip-up, but you've always apologized first, you were even willing to help those even if they're cruel, you were forgiving, willing to understand others, and even stand your ground if things were too much for you. Don't worry, no one is going to take your heart of gold for granted.

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto, Jamil Viper, Vil Scheonheit, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia

Genre: platonic or Romantic nothing rlly matters

Warning ⚠️: There might be angst (although not much), fluff, if you see a speck of romance then I'm srry it's just I'm still practicing for platonic readers!!), Gender neutral, OOC(?), use of "you" and "prefect", flashbacks and childhood talks, and the rest!! (Idk what to add anymore), slight cussy (on Leona's and Vil's part), no crack (unfortunately 😤), spoilers for overblots?? Idk if you guys want that, vague implications of Chuichide (Jamil's part),

A/n: I lost my other one :((( BUT ITS OKAYYY I CAN MAKE ANOTHER ONE :D

Riddle Rosehearts

Before overblot:

•At first he thought you were annoying, even after when you called out his rules, "unnecessary"...

•In what world was his superior rules unnecessary?

So when it was the unbirthday party event, Ace comes up with the tart, a chestnut tart, and had the audacity to apologize by breaking another rule? And THEN snapping at him? Telling him he's WRONG? a TYRANT? He almost lost it. Especially when you were backing up the troublemaker. What made you think you were in the right?

•Why, did your parents taught you magic? What good did YOUR family do? This wasn't fair, his rules are absolute! If he followed them to a T, like his mother had said. Then, there would be no way, at any universe would he fail. But, what was the point if he didn't get to see what he was hoping from his mom? What did any of it mean, if the rules were pointless? His mom? Making him suffer for the rules, but in the end it meant nothing? Why? Why did she do it? What reason? Why? If he suffered for nothing, what was his life meant to be? Why couldn't anyone save him? Why-

•"You've worn a shoe size too big for you, Riddle. But I'll help you find yourself."

•You..? Him...? Find, himself.

•He broke down, this wasn't supposed to happen, it shouldn't have. Yet, here he was, eyes pouring out unspoken feelings, it all hurt, it shouldn't have, but it did. Nothing hurts, until it did. But, he was hurting all this time, wasn't he? So, why do you know better than him? What was he so deserving of, from you?

•Until you offered him a hand. He had Trey, he had Che'nya, and most of all, his dormmates who he could've treated better than before.

•He just wanted to be guided the right way, where he could feel joy and decide on his own. Not someone controlling, it didn't feel right, it never did.

•He thought, that maybe, he could be saved and correct his errors. With everyone supporting him and staying by his side.

After overblot:

•He really admired how loyal you were, how kind you were, how you were willing to understand others, he truly did.

•You even stood up for him whenever trouble came up, it was never a bother, not anymore. He appreciated what you've given him, even apologizing after a slip of a tongue, never wavering. You were so upportive and caring to him and others, even those who doesn't deserve that kindness.

•Your wish for others to be happy with their lives gave him respect for you, even if they were cruel to you. You still reached out and never back down. And only stepping your foot down whenever someone tried to harm you or your loved ones, he couldn't ask for more. You, whose heart was made of gold and carved by the gods with so much love and care, he wondered how you managed in this world.

•From then on, he'll be the one to look after you next and give himself reminders, that he's a person and that matters. Not the extreme rules, not his etiquette, just him. It felt like him.

•He wishes to have the same strength as you, for you whose never shown weakness, sure. You have kindness, but it isn't really weak if it's your strongest trait. You've made connections with others and that's great. He wishes you for the best as he and the others stay by your side as well.

Leona Kingscholar

Before overblot:

•You were a bitch in his mind

•Listen, you've stepped on his tail, proceed to stand your ground and then he got interuppted by a certain Hyena.

•What do you know that he can't understand? You weren't superior, he knows that.

•But when his plans failed he couldn't help but feel like he had already lost. He lashed out. There was no point if that lizard still won and was well. Why can't he just be number one? Why is this happening to him? Why is everything against him? Why isn't anybody looking at him? Why isn't he a better option? Why can't they just see him, no matter what he does? This empty pit, can not be filled when it's bottomless. And he just fell into it. Why couldn't he be better than his brother? From age? Status as first prince? His brother, was everything he wanted to be. He didn't need a wish to become him, he wanted to do it in his own way. But that failed, and this failed too.

•Where was the point, if he can't set his eyes elsewhere? He had eyes for something he couldn't get, now it's happening here, no matter how much he ran, it followed. There was no point to begin with, just false hope was all he met.

•He couldn't believe it, you. Another herbivore from who knows where, had won hearts of many in one dorm to the other, even capturing one of his freshmans' loyalty. What a bunch'a hopeless fawns. Why was he the target? Why couldn't he catch a break? It was bad when he felt this overwhelming sense of pain, where he felt like nothing could erase what was done, when his eyes stung and blurred his vision, where his throat tied a barb wire in it so he couldn't speak but blabber about his failure and burden, where his hands would tremble in frustration as his brother gets all the praises instead of him, where his eyes would feel empty and unblinking, where his escape would only be to sleep and hope he wouldn't wake up forever.

•He just wanted someone to acknowledge him, to encourage his hard work, for a praise, anything, really. He just needs the words and motivation, doing it himself.-

•"So let me do it for you. What you want, you've asked, wished, it's here. You can't set your eyes on something that didn't belong to you in the first place."... This herbivore-

•But then again, how long was it when he couldn't get the attention he wanted? How long was it when somebody asked, "Are you okay?", how long was it when he was in the shadow of his brother? This place, had given him power, his needs, control. He could've asked what he wanted, but it wasn't easy. Not when it showed weakness in him, vulnerability wasn't his thing, it never was.

•Then you reached out. Hand stuck out like you're giving him some light, he needed space and that's alright. What he needed was time to reflect, no need for a fast process. Just take his time.

•For once, he felt seen. He didn't need to be a Kingscholar, just Leona. A man who just wanted motivation and reminders of his importance in life. Even if he couldn't realize it that way, but he'll try. No promises though, herbivore.

After overblot:

•He didn't care about what you did. He respected you and that told enough. You cared, you encouraged, and you stayed. Long enough for his heart's content. This was enough, he had members in his dorm that cared about him, that listened to his every whims, didn't leave, and had yet to grow under his knowledge he'd throw at them.

•He didn't know why you were so caring, though.

•You were kind, too kind. And you cared a lot for the others as well. You were loud, you were flamboyant. You stood out besides Kalim, but you were also willing to help and understand people. There wasn't much to say about you besides your boisterous persona. He didn't mind as long as you've stayed. He wouldn't need to feel second anymore.

•Watch your back, herbivore. Or else he'll do it for ya. Not that he wanted to, tch. Don't be delusional, he's not sending out his dormmates to look out for you, it comes naturally for them. So ignore it.

•He dgaf when you sleep on him, even if your a loud sleeper that snores a lot, or suddenly placing your entire leg on his torso, he doesn't care. What man would he be if he treated you horribly despite everything you've given- ahem. Yeah. He doesn't care.

....

...

..

.

•Totally.

Azul Ashengrotto

Before overblot:

•When he first met you, he straight up thought on how he should take profit from you, though, you weren't much of anything useful for his plans. So he didn't even bother you, but you were loud and a tad too confident despite being in a school where you don't belong. Or world?

•Imagine his surprise after hearing two overblots and they involved you. Who knew, that you attract so much trouble in this school? But, you were staying in that Ramshackle dormitory. So, he wanted to take that advantage. To extend the branch

•He didn't know you could be enigmatic. You were so caring and loyal and kind to your friends and whoever. Then, you're standing your ground demanding he should let go of your friends and everyone else in this forced labor. How amusing.

•that is, until you've completely done it. Ruining his plans, his hardwork, his efforts to get to the top, by managing to get Leona on your side?

•How. How could this happen to him? He- he's going to be seen as pathetic again! That silly loser, that small octo-twerp, that- that weak, slow, fat, ugly, octo-mer.

•No, not again. He doesn't want it to happen again, not this time- No. It shouldn't- it can't- but it did- and he doesn't want it to. Why? Why do this to him? How does this benefit you? YOU? Who cared a lot for others, why must you DO this to him? Why? This can't- you're RUINING EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING. ALL HIS HARDWORK. CRUMBLED. All because of YOU and your BACK-UPS. WHY? He's going to get bullied again, you guys are teasing him like those annoying bullies he'd had before- its repeating the same thing, over, over, over, and over again. He just wants to feel okay- he wants to feel loved- he wants to love himself but he couldnt- it hurts. Everything. All this hurts because it reminds him, everything does not always go according to plan.

•So you've helped. You did. Not out of obligation but for him. You did it for him. No other reason, just him. So he could feel love not from any other reason, but to exist.

•He... he just needs a little more confidence in himself to love.

After overblot:

•Nothing big had changed really. Just the twins going back to their usual selves while Azul kept making deals, a fair one sure. But some, exceptions, for the ones you've had unpleasant encounters with. He respected and admired you. You've had every dorm vying for you. You had everyone's support incase you fall. And you had their backs too, with all that kindness and unusual amount of loyalty. Especially for him, too.

•He never thought, you'd be the one guiding him step-by-step. He always thought that this is how his life is gonna go. Being a shady business man. And all he could do, is make others distrust him. But, you helped. You tried to understand him, little by little.

•And you did.

•He was honored to have you as his, until the day your gone. He'll wait.

Jamil Viper

Before overblot:

•Sigh.

•Kalim 2.0? Again, with another loud, confident, flashy grin. Another student he should avoid dealing with. And no, he doesn't want grey hairs at the age of 17. Don't do this to him please. He's tired

•Tired of revolving his life around someone and not his own. Tired of the small practices he had to do to protect someone of higher status than him. Tired of everything being about Kalim. Tired of everything that had been placed onto Kalim's lap and never owning anything for himself. Tired of having to put himself into harm's way for someone else that knew no better. Tired of everyone having to tell him to stay in line behind Kalim. Tired of not being able to show off his full potential, his competency, his talents. Tired of letting Kalim outshine him every way when he holds back. Tired- just, exhausted.

•So when his plans failed? When his plans to overthrow Kalim had failed? Because of some magicless person that clearly didn't belong, had managed to bring back-ups? This was his last resort. He didn't care if it was his final moment or how this is where his life ends, he has had everything taken away, nothing could erase that. So when he overblotted, the only thing that made him feel free was afterlife.

•And then that had done nothing on him. Since that failed too. What was the point on doing anything to serve some boy who couldn't even take care of himself? Why was he born in a family of servitude? He hated his background, being a Viper. A servant to the Al-Asim. It was unfair, all of it was unfair. He couldn't do anything to outshine Kalim because of consequences. He really couldn't, but now-

•"No one is here to stop you. Just let loose every once a while." Is what you'd say along those lines.

•You noticed? And yet to understand his situation. But you noticed anyway. Despite being flamboyant and loud, you knew how to care and when to stop when it's necessary. You've helped, you've reached out. Something meant for him.

After overblot:

•After the entire incident everything, mostly went to normal (but there were DIY rains that often occurred whenever Kalim went outside in the middle of the night), you've helped everyone (and maybe Kalim, poor boy-) and mostly, him. Your kindness kinda got to him, not that he'll admit. Your loyalty is like no other, and it was most likely because you were willing to give. So, sometimes whenever he's free he makes your favorite dish and gives it to you as a gift as both of you hangout.

•He never felt like this, he didn't need to feel like a servant or a Viper. Just Jamil, someone who feels like him, not needing expectations of who he doesn't want to be, but the freedom of knowing he's himself whenever he wants to be.

•He's grateful you've helped him. Even when he tells you not to. He needed it, and you knew it.

•He'll watch your back when the time comes to dire situations. Even if you're annoying. Worry not, prefect.

Vil Scheonheit

Before overblot:

•When he first saw your flashy grin and heard your loud voice, he thought, 'Great, another Kalim in the list' it didn't mean he dint like your confidence, though. And maybe slightly envied you as others flocked towards you.

•The few months (days?) Staying in this school he and heard about your... encounters. You were troublesome in his mind, you never seem to catch a break. So, at the VDC, your group (+Kalim and Jamil) was chosen, so while they were practicing you got a bit too loud and Vil had to fcking bitch-slap you to shut up, cause' mf aged 10 years listening to your loud-ass voice that broke the maximum volume.

•So when the VDC incident happened he couldn't understand why he wasn't perfect again. Why he couldn't be the fairest of them all, why their opinions of him are expectant, taking roles of a villain, lines, the stage was not meant for him, but for that boy. That Naive, stupid, too sweet boy. All describe him as love itself. It wasn't fair to him. Why isn't he number one!? WHY are they looking at Neige's performance as a more LIKEABLE much more FAIRER one? Why couldn't he be noticed as number one? Why can't they just get it? He hates this boy. Growing and manifesting envy, raising it to the high skies. His resentment is palpable. He despised, his heart grew ugly, black splattered around, oozing from his magic, a blot monster shaped as a figure behind him, the manifestation of envy. His heart poisoned with every bit of his hate and jealousy, the mocking crown on top of his head, veil on the back of his head, revealing a pale white face. Something he considered to be beautiful. He wanted perfection and be perfection itself. His veil at the back of his head symbolizing the unraveling truth, the veil he wore kept hidden his true nature, from behind all the cameras and stage-plays, Vil Scheonheit is the villain. Scheonheit takes the role of a bad-guy. Vil is bad. Vil is a villain. Vil is beautiful but comes 2nd to Leblanche. Neige this, Neige that- E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G was about N.E.I.G.E. He HATED all of them, all those relating to Neige. All the topic, the conversation, the top- Just Neige.

•Why couldn't he be the fairest one of all?- "You may not be the fairest of the world, but you are the fairest in their eyes. The ones who've stayed with you, the ones who've followed you. They see you as their fairest queen. You'll just need to accept that perfection has its flaws, that'll include you, Vil."....

•You really think so? Thinking he is perfect without the world's validation? To just believe his loved ones and the people that loves him, is enough?

•He'll try. He thought to himself, bringing back his senses, cries of a child who wanted success, who viewed his life as a never-ending tragic movie.

After overblot:

•He felt slightly bitter. That's all there is to it, he isn't forcing much on Epel but keeps it to a limited amount, he'd sometimes correct your posture or bring you clothes since your closet is lacking. Feeling warm and slightly proud whenever you stand up for him from the haters, it wasn't really necessary but he let you be

•He admires your kindness and care. Your willingness to understand others gives him respect for you

•He'll not have this in any other way, you've done your best. And that's all he ever asks of you.

•Anyway you have to fix your hair-

End.

I'm suuupperrr sorry but I think I'll continue Idia And malleus in the next part like bro- my emotions hurt so much (yes in the writing I've imagined myself in their shoes and then feel the emotions and write it down to my very best descripture. And it depleted my energy somehow I'm not joking this time).

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: break-up, angst, hung-up yandere, anger issues, insecurity, threats to regrets

♡ GN reader

Thinking about pro-athlete ex-boyfriend… 

You know, the one you broke up with because he couldn't focus on anything but his career, the one you just couldn’t stand by and watch any longer as he nearly ran his health into the ground—not to mention your relationship—all to reach his goals.

He’d been so mean—meaner than you ever thought possible when you told him you couldn’t do this anymore—said it was a real class act of you to abandon him now when it mattered most. He’d made it about you not wanting a pipe-dreaming wannabe sportsman for a boyfriend, how you never believed in him anyway, how you never cheered for him, how he thinks you don’t even want to see him succeed. 

He’d been so loud and so ugly you’d been in shock for weeks afterward, unable to wrap your head around it. You didn’t even dare tell anyone—feeling it was a beast of burden you ought to keep for yourself. Oddly enough, you felt that if anyone knew or saw him like that, it would be not just detrimental to him and his image but embarrassing for you both.

And you hadn't spoken to him since. At least not face-to-face. He’d sent you a few drunk texts then and there, which you’d replied to in short, though mostly ignored. You’d thought about blocking him at one point, but you didn’t want to be dramatic, either. And suppose, in some way, you were still waiting for an apology.

But months passed, and nothing like it ever came, and so, instead of being bitter, you accepted that was just how the two of you ended. And that was that. 

Still, it's a little awkward. You wonder if you should congratulate him on his rise in popularity, how he’s finally getting all those long hours spent training back in full—but somehow, you feel it would just sound petty coming from you. And so, you don’t bother.

He’s got other people in his life cheering him on now—he doesn’t need a measly text from his ex. No, it's better to leave it be, is what you think.

Which is why it’s surprising when you get the dinner invitation. 

And following the initial surprise, you don’t really know what to expect of it either. But you end up accepting—some part out of curiosity, wondering what he might want after all this time, and another part hopeful it was to finally address the awful break up so that the both of you could move on without it hanging heavy over your heads and hearts.

This, however, was the last thing you had in mind when sitting down with him for the first time in a long time.

“Will you marry me?”

Your whole body flares up with something reminiscent of the feeling when you trip and fall—that type of split burn that rushes through you from head to toe and then leaves you feeling cold all over. Heart in your throat, you’re speechless.

Or no, you just don’t know where to begin.

“What are you doing?” you end up accusing—a little too harshly, maybe, but who could blame you? Looking around, you’re glad your table’s in a more private sector of the restaurant before you look back at him, eyes wide and brows knit. 

“I–we broke up a year ago and haven’t seen each other since—and you’re—” Your eyes fall back to the thing in his hands. It’s an outrageous ring. “Asking me to marry you?”

He makes no move to withdraw the offer—keeping his hands where they are, on your side of the table. “You said yes to the dinner. That must mean something. I thought—”

“Yeah. It means that I still worry about you,” you say. “It doesn't mean–”

“I fought my way up. I’m finally at the top,” he cuts you off in earnest. “I’m the best, and the world finally knows it now–”

“I don't care about any of that,” you state, feeling it should have been something you told him from the very beginning. “I'm sorry. But I never cared about you being the best. I just wanted…”

You just wanted the two of you to be like other couples—together and happy. You just wanted that to be enough, but it never was for him.

“Never mind…” you end up saying. “I think I should go.”

You’re about to get up when his hand, suddenly around your wrist, tightens in a harsh grip.

“I don't think you understand,” he utters, voice lowered with a hint of a growl. “It’s either this ring or I bury you in rumors that won’t leave you a moment’s worth of peace.” 

You go stiff while looking back at him.

Did he just… did he just threaten you?

You blink. He's got that same warped expression you remember from the last time you saw him, that very odd look as if the guy you know has been switched out with someone entirely different.

Only this time, it just as quickly disappears, and he lets go of your wrist, quickly pulling his hand to himself.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that–I’m just—” he apologizes with a stutter, looking startled.

He puts his face in his hands. Then there's a sound—close to a sob.

“I’m just a mess without you.”

Goosebumps rise on the surface of your skin when hearing it. And swallowing thickly, you sit back down again, albeit a bit begrudgingly. But spotting how he trembles, you just can’t stop feeling sorry for him.

You sigh. “No, you’re not. You just…” Reaching across the table, you stroke his arm. “You just lose your head a little sometimes, that’s all.” 

He peaks up from his hands. A sheen under his eyes reflects the ceiling light, and your heart twists in your chest.

He really is a mess.

“But I know you…” you try smiling. “You were always destined for greatness.”

He takes your offered hand in his, stroking it, then sniffs, voice fluttering weakly, “Yeah, well…”

He keeps his head low, resting it in his other hand as if he just couldn't muster the strength to sit straight or even attempt to pull himself together.

“If I'm so great, why wouldn’t you stay?”

He sounds as if he’s been holding things back for the entirety of the year since you left. Broken now... it's all spilling out.

“Because," you start, even though your throat’s tight and you’re fighting back tears of your own, your mind hasn’t changed.

You didn’t come here to get back together. 

"You want to go places, I just can’t follow.”

♡ BNHA – Bakugou, Dabi, Hawks, Enji ♡ JJK – Sukuna, Geto, Gojo, Naoya ♡ HQ – Kageyama, Oikawa, Sakusa, Miya twins ♡ CSM – Aki ♡ BLLK – Reo, Isagi, Rin, Sae, Yukimiya, Karasu, Shido ♡ AOT – Eren ♡ DS – Akaza, Sanemi ♡ WB – Sakura, Suo, Kaji

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[salemwasnteverhere]

How the Hashira men react to your neighbor asking you to be quiet

Characters: Tengen, Sanemi, Rengoku, Obanai, Gyomei, Giyuu,

Additional shit: Swearing, Sanemi fighting said neighbor, Rengoku being blunt, mentions of sex, ooc mot likely :p

Tengen

He couldn't care less

His whole thing is being flashy and loud so he wants you to be loud

Like it's not his fault that dick is magical

After he shoos your neighbor away he makes sure to be as loud as possible that night

He's pounding into your cunt and you swear your gonna break when he whispers "okay now scream exactly how big my dick is. Don't forget the tip color-"

He gets cut off by you hitting him with the pillow

Way to ruin the mood

But that doesn't stop him and instead he goes harder, making sure the bed creaks loud ASF for your neighbor

"Not my fault he doesn't know how to please a woman." Is his main reason for doing so

He really wants you to scream his name so it's imbedded in your neighbors head

"Morning N/N!" Him to your neighbor from the balcony while your trying to get out of bed and failing

"Actually die." Both you and your neighbor to Tengen

Sanemi

Cares alot

Why the fuck is that limp dick biscuit talking to you and him? Who does he think he is?

You were the one who broke the news to him thankfully cause if Sanemi was the one who opened the door then you'd have to see your husband through glass in a prison

Just kidding. The Slayer corp would get him out of trouble if he didn't do it himself.

Anyways

Sanemi made it his goal to piss your neighbor off as much as possible

Your under him, practically creaming on his cock, and he's slamming the wall yelling "This loud enough yet?! Huh!?"

Not kidding I can see him doing that

He quite literally had you against a window where your neighbors could see him destroying you just to make them mad or uncomfortable, hopefully both.

But then he'd get pissed someone else would see you all naked and fucked out so he settled for the wall next to the window

One day your neighbor, finally having enough, bangs on your door yelling and guess who opens it...Sanemi!!

Good Lord was he waiting for this

It took one punch and the guy was out

Kinda what happens when you put a normal dude against a guy who kills demons for a living

Rengoku

He's a good neutral between caring and not caring

Like he doesn't wanna make your neighbors mad but he also loves hearing your screams

So he tries to keep you quiet during sex but fails since he gets to into it to give a fuck

The next days his loud ass voice wakes you up

"IM SORRY FOR MAKING INCREDIBLE LOVE TO MY WIFE!" He's not being sarcastic thats his genuine apology

Your facepalming and you want to die when you see your neighbor and she can't look at you

"PERHAPS SHES MAD BECAUSE HER HUSBAND CANNOT PLEASE HER!" Rengoku says casually and you know she can hear you from outside in her garden

"Inside voices!" You place your hands over his mouth to try and shut him up.

It works for a bit before he's yelling again

You love your husband but holy shit you wish he would speak normally sometimes

He's actually quiet in bed though

So your the problem (real)

Obanai

I'm not an Obanai fan so forgive me for how bad his section will be

Obanai is a quiet mf, and you're not even that loud

It's your neighbor who was the problem

A little old man whose hearing aids apparently had the power of 67 suns

You and Obanai found this out when he was outside training and your neighbor came over

He was so sweet and polite and even chuckled at Obanai's redness

Obanai cared at first but got over it

You? You make sure to not make a PEEP in bed

Okay that pisses Obanai off but he understands your reasons

At least make a gasp or sum cause he's over here like "Wait does this feel good? Can she feel it? Did I forget where the clit is?"

Brother is STRESSING

Then you cum and he's like "ah"

Then he's like "Did you take it?"

You have to keep yourself from murdering him cause how tf would you fake squirting

Gyomei

Babe I'm not gonna lie, you're a screamer

Gyomei is built like a house and your telling me your just gonna whine and whimper?

NO

Your over here crying and screaming into his chest, neck, the pillow, anything.

And Gyomei loves it!

He can't see your reactions so hearing and feeling them let's him know he's doing good

Gyomei isn't loud but he's not quiet

He'll grunt and moan and praise you, but he's not gonna cry out.

Well he'll cry but you can never tell from what

When the pussy so good you start crying 😭🙏

When your neighbor politely asked you to be a tad bit quieter Gyomei actually laughed

Not in a 'nah we'll keep being loud' way but more of a 'sorry we'll be quiet' way. He also found it hilarious how you actually died of embarrassment.

Don't worry he thinks its endearing

Yet it was kinda hard for him since he enjoyed hearing you

But your touches and now quieter moans made that better

And then there's also you literally drawing blood from his back you were scratching so hard

Giyuu

Holy shit you have never seen him so embarrassed

Like you could shade match his Haori to him and get the exact same color

He was the one your neighbor told and he stopped working when 'loud' and 'moaning' left their lips

If a demon doesn't kill him then his own actions will

Giyuu isn't loud, and he loves that he can make you feel so good that your loud for him.

But he didn't want your neighbor back over at your house so he tried to keep you quiet

You were super confused when he held his hand over your mouth in bed and he just pointed to your neighbors house. Then you got it.

So you nod and try to keep quiet.

You know in school when the teacher tells you and a friend to shut up but they look at you funny and you break?

Yeah that was you

You were riding Giyuu one night and you were loud so he was like "holy shit I love you but please- I can't look our neighbor in the eyes anymore."

And you couldn't help but laugh

Like howling

You calmed down obviously but sex was very giggle filled after that

You've never seen Giyuu so panicked

But give him a week and he'll stop caring

[beloveds-embrace]

part two of dukedom!141 . please dont ask why johnny and simon aren't in it and why itss end is so abrupt bc tumblr fucked me over twice while trying to save it 😭😭

You could have never expected this. When you had come to your darling husband with your request, you hadn’t known what to expect at all. But you could have never expected this.

“Are you awake, my Duchess?”

My Duchess. Such a simple thing, even used before, but now it rang so differently in your ears. You don’t want to turn around and face John, but he doesn’t give you the choice.

The hands on your waist, on the hand-shaped bruises lining your hips, gently turn you around on the bed so that your bare chest is pressed against John’s. You believe the quilts on top of the both of you are unnecessary, because you, yourself, are already running hotter than a furnace and you wonder if he feels it.

“John…”

“My Duchess.” He sighs again, leaning down to kiss your neck, the soft skin littered with hickeys. Distantly, you make note of the fact that you are clean and wearing fresh undergarments, as is John. He must have cleaned the both of you after last night…

Last night. Just thinking about it is making you feel even warmer, burying your face in John’s broad shoulders even as he hums and continues to trail kisses up your jaw.

How were you supposed to know that your husband is one, big, jealous bastard who is simply too good at hiding it?

“…I feel as if there has been a misunderstanding, darling,” John had said to you, after Kyle had silently dismissed himself and John had rounded the table to kneel in front of your shocked self. Taking your hands in his, he had stared at you with his full attention. “You have been unsatisfied, and I failed to see it. I apologize, wife.”

“John, what-“

“I feel as if I’ve failed you in general, truthfully,”

“You haven’t! John-“

He kisses the back of your hands, and that silences you. “Wife, have I ever made you feel as if I would not honor your wants and needs?” This time, he waits for you to reply and it takes you a second, blinking down at him.

“…no.”

John’s face twists just so slightly, though you still can’t understand what he’s feeling or thinking. “Then, have I ever made you feel as if I would withhold anything from you?”

“…no, John.”

“Then why go to Graves?” John’s voice lowers to a grumble, his brows furrowing. Such an expression isn’t one you are so used to seeing on him, and you dislike it.

His question makes you pause, biting your lips. You want to close your eyes, ignore the warmth in your cheeks, but you can’t bring yourself to look away from him for long before you are sighing softly.

“I feel so… bereft, John.” You admit softly, squeezing his hands back. “Bereft of love. You treat me so well, all of you do, but it’s just-… I want to feel love, John.”

John observes you for a little longer, then he speaks. “And you believe Graves loves you?”

“…no.” Though it hurt to admit, you were never one to lie or blind yourself. “He doesn’t, even if he says he can. But he is willing to give me affection and that is far more than I could ever possibly ask of you, John.”

You could tell that Graves saw you simply as an ends to a means he never thought he’d have the opportunity to have. But you were desperate, and you didn’t want to bother John, or cause a controversy that couldn’t be easily hidden. You wanted affection, love, fake as it may be.

The way he viewed you was nothing new to you, of course. You were a tool from the moment you were born; a glorified breeding stock, just one fortunate enough to be born rich. You weren’t meant to be anything more than that but here, you had it all. Almost. What little else you lacked you were sure Graves could give, even if you wished it was-

“But it’s not.”

Eyes widening, you look at him and wait for him to elaborate, thoughts drifting away.

“It’s not far more than you could ask of me, wife.” John tells you. He moves your hands open, kissing your palms. “I understand how you see it now. Did you truly believe that I don’t love you? That Kyle, Johnny, and Simon don’t love you?”

On top of your wide eyes, your jaw now slackens, staring at him in silence. But he is truthful; that much you can easily tell.

“Duchess, you are my Duchess.” John breathes out, now pecking the ring adorning your ring finger. “My wife. I adore you far more than that fool could ever hope to adore you. Had I known this was how you felt, I would have fixed it in a heartbeat so much sooner.”

“What do you mean-“ because surely he doesn’t mean that. Surely he doesn’t mean what you think he means, something you hadn’t allowed yourself to even hope for. No, no, you are misunderstanding it-

“Duchess,” John sighs your name so fondly it leaves you breathless, left stunned in front of him. “If it’s love you want, I will give it to you. If it’s affection and intimacy you want, I will give it to you. Not just me- all of us, my Duchess. But should you still truly want Graves,” and here, John’s face twitches again though this time you can see that it practically pains him to say the words. “Then I will personally make sure no matter what happens, he will not hurt you or besmirch your reputation.”

Silnce follows his words as he waits for you. Your hands are now trembling in his grasp, stomach twisting painfully. You don’t dare to hope, to reach out even if he’s offering what you want and more on a silver platter.

“John…” you whisper out, afraid that speaking any louder will shatter this moment. “John. Do you- do you truly mean it? Please, John-“

“I do, I do. I always will.” He says, again and again and again, hands cupping your face now so you can see the absolute truth in his eyes. At last, he stands up. John doesn’t give you a moment to think before he is scooping you into his embrace, a wicked grin now on his face.

“Now,” he practically purrs, squeezing you close to the hard muscles of his body. Your cheeks are warm anew, unable to look away from your husband. “My wife said she is unsatisfied, no? I ought to fix that, don’t you agree, Duchess?”

“O- oh, but you work-“

“Wife comes first, of course. And perhaps we can consider talking about the little baby name list you’ve been hiding, my dear.”

“John!”

"I have so many meetings today," John groans softly, one hand raising your chin so he can kiss you once, and then twice afterwards. He leans down, burying his face right between your breasts, and after a few seconds of contemplation you begin scratching your nails across his scalp ever so lightly.

The sound he lets out alone is enough to reignite heat in your belly. To think such a handsome man now is yours... several handsome men...

"So many meetings," John repeats with a sigh, his beard pleasantly tickling your skin. Big, warm hands slide down your waist, caressing where your thighs meet your ass, squeezing the soft plush. "I won't have time for lunch today with you, my dear. But my boys will take such good care of you, promise."

You just let him caress you as he pleases; there's something so inherently admiring, devoted, in the way he touched you then and now. You feel so loved under his touch, whyever would you pull away?

Still, you do look down at him. "Are you sure they don't mind... me, John?" You can't help but ask, such a nervous and worrisome thing. John wishes you'd put yourself first just once, but they have plenty of time to show you each how much they love you.

"Yes." He replies easily, chuckling. "Darling, I'm afraid you'll have a harder time prying them off. Now up, I believe Kyle has already prepared a bath for you. He just went to get you an outfit for today. He'll be the one helping you today, if you'd let him, of course."

And oh, what a bath he's prepared for you; candles alight, rose petals delicately strewn around and in the warm, oil-scented steaming water, and Kyle's fingers crooked deep in you while he murmurs of what a lovely, perfect wife you are for them <33

dukedom au masterlist

[plutotheplum]

The First Fall of Snow

emperor!zayne x concubine!reader - read part 2!

summary: the emperor isn't interested in his concubines, but an encounter with you is enough to change his mind.

cw: nsfw (18+) - mdni!!, smut, p in v, oral sex, praise kink, breast play, masturbation, thigh riding, mentions of exhibitionism, virginity loss

wc: 7.7k

a/n: i did imagine long-haired zayne for this (like his master of fate card!) and he just gives off emperor vibes soooo

also on ao3!

The Emperor was a peculiar man. 

He was not a man who fancied company. When the years for marriage had passed, his royal advisors had grown increasingly anxious. All potential candidates were refused, princesses from far lands given profuse apologies and lavish gifts in hopes of quelling their anger after they had traveled such vast distances, only for the Emperor to turn them away. 

In an effort to try and draw out the Emperor’s romantic and sexual nature, several concubines were gathered. The Emperor had never overseen this, the affair carried out in veiled whispers as his advisors had sought to dispel their desperation by pooling their efforts into securing an heir for the dynasty. 

That was what you were told when you arrived in the palace anyways. It had been a year since you were hand-picked as a concubine, along with a few other girls who had been eager to accept when the opportunity had been provided to them.

You had only met the Emperor a handful of times, when you first been brought to the palace and during private meetings that had been scheduled. He had never touched you or any of the other girls, had never sought after pleasure or secured an heir, much to the chagrin of Imperial staff. Like any other person, you thought it was odd. 

Part of you felt as though you were wasting away in this palace, days spent outside by the pretty gardens and overlooking the fish in the ponds, entertaining stray cats or inside, like you were now.

You stare down at the steaming water in the teapot, watching as the tea leaves stain the water. The blurry reflection of your face looks back up at you and there’s a soft sigh escaping you, wondering what might’ve been if you hadn’t been chosen.

Such thoughts are lost when a short, stout man comes hobbling in. He grabs at your arm, teacup filled with hot tea tipping to the side. You wince when the hot liquid lands against your skin, burning you.

“The Emperor needs tea,” the eunuch hisses, pulling another set of teaware from the shelves as he tugs you closer.

“Why does that involve me?,” you ask, trying to free yourself so you can soothe your irritated skin under cool water.

“You will deliver it to him,” he says, fiddling with your robes and straightening out the fabric to make you look more presentable.

“Have another one of the girls-” you begin to complain, shrinking away when he sends you a glare.

You huff out a breath, making sure the pin in your hair is in place. There’s no time to tend to the burn on your forearm, the reddened skin hidden by the sleeves of your robes as the eunuch passes you the tray. 

Sending him a glare of your own, you don’t stay behind to be chastised. Feet padding against the floor, you pass through the courtyard and hallway. Imperial guards stand outside the Emperor’s quarters and you bow your head, stating your business. 

One of the guards opens the doors and you suck in a sharp breath, gathering your confidence as you step inside the Emperor’s quarters. 

It’s a familiar place. The room is large, scrolls stacked upon shelves tucked against the walls, decorative screens partitioning the entrance to where his bed was placed. You swallow nervously, eyes blinking about. You can’t seem to find the Emperor. Deciding to step forward, you’re pushing your luck, sticking your head outside the open doors at the other end of his quarters. It opens into a private courtyard, greenery pruned to perfection.

There’s a frown pulling at your lips when you can’t see him. Perhaps he had left? Just as you’re about to give up, a man clears his throat. You jolt in place, tea sloshing as you struggle to keep a hold on the tray. Whirling around, you find the Emperor standing there, his arms crossed over his chest. There’s a curse entering your mind, placing the tea tray down on a table nearby before your knees are bending, meeting the floor as you bow in a seated position.

“Please forgive me, your majesty” you breathe out, eyes squeezing shut. 

You would rather not feel the wrath of the Emperor.

“I did not ask for tea,” he says bluntly.

“The- the eunuch insisted,” you supply lamely.

The Emperor only sighs and your eyes are peeking open, head tilting slightly as you try to get a glimpse of his expression. 

“You may stand,” he murmurs, waving his hand. You do as he says, stumbling to your feet, teeth gritting together when the cloth of your robes rubs against the still fresh burn on your forearm.

He takes a seat on a cushioned mat and you’re standing awkwardly, trying to taper down your fidgeting as the pain flares up again.

“Is something the matter?” the Emperor asks when he sees your inability to stand still. 

You shake your head, biting the inside of your cheek. The Emperor only stares at you, unimpressed. His gaze drags over you and your cheeks are flushing in embarrassment. 

“Sit,” he says suddenly, pointing to the space across from him.

“I-” you begin to refuse, restless to get out of this stifling place and tend to the burn that was currently beginning to sting.

“Sit, or will you refuse an Imperial command?”

To refuse an Imperial command is to forfeit one’s life. It’s why you’re sitting down in a flurry and looking everywhere at everything except him. 

“Arm,” he murmurs, holding his hand out.

You extend your arm towards his hand without question. He hums when he brushes the sleeves away, moving your arm closer to his eyes so he can examine the burn. The Emperor’s lithe fingers prod at the edges of your reddened skin, and a whimper slips out of you, the tender skin sensitive.

He pulls away from you and your eyes are darting towards the doors, wondering whether it would be worth it to make a break for it. The Emperor returns soon after, a small pot in his hand, containing some sort of salve.

“Your majesty, it is beneath you to tend to such a matter,” you remind him, feeling his cool fingers wrap around your arm again.

“Perhaps so, but I happen to take interest in the ailments of the body,” he replies, spreading the salve against your skin.

So the rumors were true then. Many spoke of the Emperor’s affinity for the study of medicine. You had assumed he would’ve taken more interest in other pursuits such as hunting, but it appeared the Emperor valued intellect above all else. 

As the salve soothes your skin, you find your gaze slipping over him. Pale skin, intelligent eyes framed by dark eyelashes, a strong nose and long hair tied back neatly, there was no doubt that the Emperor was a handsome man. 

His eyes flick up to meet yours, his own gaze dipping over you once again. You feel as though you’re being scrutinized, so you’re sitting up straighter, trying to not present yourself as a mess.

“He sent you here to entice me,” the Emperor explains, beginning to wrap your wound using a thin, silken cloth.

“Oh. Is- is it working?” you ask tentatively.

“If you consider making a fool of yourself enticing, then maybe so,” he says, the side of his mouth curling up as amusement flashes through his eyes.

There’s a sharp scoff leaving you, arm tugging free from his grasp. The bandages are tight around your arm and you send him a frown, placing your hands in your lap.

“You take liberties that others do not,” he sighs, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I apologize, your majesty,” you whisper, head hanging low. He was right, you were taking liberties. 

“Zayne,” he says, opening a scroll.

“Your- your majesty?” you reply, confusion flitting across your face.

“Zayne,” he repeats, not bothering to even spare you a glance “you may address me by my name.”

You hold your tongue in return, eyes narrowing as you stare at the Emperor. It must be a trick of some sort, you think, a ploy to make you slip up, and just like the traitors of the Empire, your head would be severed from your neck. 

“You would distrust my own command?” he asks, sensing your hesitation. “I never said such a thing!” you protest, exasperation spreading across your face.

Sitting in place, you pout to yourself, tracing random shapes onto the cushioned mat. Zayne ignores your presence and it has you fidgeting even more, a huff of air leaving you. 

The Emperor only continues to read the scroll in his hands. Pouring out some tea, you decide to indulge yourself. Your face contorts when you taste the now lukewarm liquid. It’s hardly enjoyable. Letting out another deep sigh, your body sags. There’s nothing for you to do here, the Emperor won’t carry a conversation and you only find that you’re making a fool of yourself even more.

“Shall I leave?” you ask him, feeling hopeful that you might be able to escape.

Zayne shakes his head. 

“Stay a little while. It would do good for my advisors to think they have succeeded.”

“Succeeded?” you echo, brows furrowing.

“They expect an heir,” he sighs, setting down the scroll to give you his full attention, “surely you are aware of my… aversion to the entire matter.”

“I cannot say I understand,” you murmur, “you need an heir, and an illegitimate heir is an heir nonetheless.”

“The duty will be fulfilled when I am ready,” he says firmly.

Your head tilts at that, eyes narrowing. When he was ready? There would be no reason for the Emperor to not be ready.

“Other noblemen take pleasure in using women’s bodies,” you mutter, peering over at him, “it is strange that you have not yet touched any one of us.”

“You wish for me to use you?” Zayne asks, raising his brows. 

“N- no! I just meant, it is odd that an Emperor whose rule has granted him anything he may possibly desire chooses not to engage in anything,” the words come out of you in a rush, your cheeks flushing. 

“And have you engaged in anything?” he shoots back, his eyes sharp.

Admitting your own virginity wasn’t on your plan of things to do today. Your cheeks are hot with embarrassment, eyes averted to the side. Your silence is answer enough, and Zayne sighs, his fingers rubbing at his temples.

“I did not ask for concubines,” he says quietly, “and so, I do not expect you to serve me in such a fashion.”

“You may leave,” he says after a few moments, standing up with you.

Your head tilts, teeth worrying into your lower lip as he stares down at you.

“It appears you care for me,” he murmurs, his hand lifting to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

Your heart flutters at the unexpected action, eyes widening when he touches you.

“Only for the dynasty,” you breathe out.

Zayne lets out a low laugh at that. He gives you a faint smile and your heart stutters in your chest. You don’t think you’ve ever seen a man look so ethereal, but such is the favor of the gods.

It’s probably why you’re leaning forward, hands reaching to fix the crumpled collar of his silk robes. He stiffens under your touch and you pretend as though you don’t notice. Your fingers graze his skin and his hand curls around your wrist, stopping your movements.

“I shall expect you here in a week’s time,” he says.

“A week’s time,” you nod, feeling his fingers touch the cloth wrapped around your burn.

The Emperor lowers his head, his fingers gripping your chin gently so he can stare into your eyes more intently. He seems lost in thought as he swipes his thumb over your chin, his head nearing until you can feel the warmth of his breath on your skin. 

It’s almost too much for your racing heart. Your already half-lidded eyes are slipping shut, lips parting as you lean in closer, waiting for him to kiss you. But it never comes and your eyes flutter open to see Zayne staring down at you with a hint of mirth in his eyes. He was making a fool of you yet again. 

To preserve whatever dignity you have left, you’re pulling away, freeing yourself from his suffocating grasp. Bowing in deference, you don’t look back to see his expression, pushing past the doors as you leave his quarters.

Almost immediately, you’re met with the eunuch from earlier.

“Well?” he asks, his cheeks puffed with exertion as he tries to keep up with the pace you’ve set in an attempt to escape questioning.

“Nothing happened,” you reply curtly, looking back to see the short man totter after you.

“Nothing?” he repeats, voice laced with irritation, “not even-“ his voice lowers, mindful of the other staff working in the palace, “he did not even touch you?” 

You shake your head. He doesn’t need to know that the Emperor had indeed touched you; tended to your burn even, that you were hoping the Emperor would hold you close and kiss you, and he most certainly didn’t need to know about your little displays of insolence. 

The eunuch soon loses interest in you, grumbling curses under his breath as you retire to your own chambers shared with the other girls. It’s no secret that many of them have become bored with the Emperor’s apathetic outlook, some turning their charms to try and garner the affections of noblemen at court.

-

It’s raining the day you’re meant to meet the Emperor. 

You step inside his chambers when the guards permit you, your hands clasped in front of you.

“Your majesty” you bend at the waist, bowing.

Zayne hums in response, striding closer to you. His fingers lift your arm, undoing the gauze to uncover your injury. The salve he had applied to your skin had soothed the burn, and it had begun to heal nicely. 

“I told you to address me by my name,” he reminds you, his brows furrowed in concentration as he examines your skin, “must I remind you again, or will phrasing it as an Imperial command suffice?”

Your mouth opens automatically to retort sharply. He looks at you, brows raised. Spending more time in his presence has only vexed you, irritation making you almost forget who you were with. Mouth clamping shut, you send him a tight-lipped smile. 

“Forgive me,” you say begrudgingly, “Zayne.”

“Better,” he murmurs.

You don’t know whether he’s referring to your obedience or the state of your wound. 

“It will scar,” Zayne continues, turning your arm so that he can see your skin in better light.

“Badly?” you ask, a frown tugging at your lips.

“More salve will lessen the effect,” he says, finally letting go of your arm.

You release a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. The Emperor stares at you, his gaze unwavering. It has you wishing that you hadn’t listened to his request at all. The palace physician would have more than likely provided you with the necessary treatment, and yet here you were, being tended to by the Emperor of all people.

“Do you wish for me to repay you?” the words are out of your mouth before you can stop yourself.

“Did we not already have this conversation?” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I had assumed-”

“Do not assume anything.”

Zayne’s voice has hardened, the slight softness in his eyes no longer present. You’ve overstepped. He pulls away from you, turning his back to you as he walks towards the open doors of his quarters. Rain wets the inside, the mats on the floor darkening but the Emperor doesn’t seem to care.

Feeling like a scolded child, you trail after him.

“Forgive me,” you whisper, keeping your gaze trained on the floor.

It seems to be all that you’re doing now. Apology after apology after apology. It’s a miracle you haven’t yet been executed for your impertinence. 

He turns to face you, his hand lifting. For a moment you think he’s about to slap you, a grimace settling on your face as you await the stinging punishment. Instead, all you feel is his hand on your head, petting you like you were some sort of unruly cat.

Zayne’s fingers begin to slip and you can feel the soft tips of his fingers graze the side of your face, traveling lower as he traces your jawline. You hold still, eyes wide with anticipation. He doesn’t stop, his fingers dragging down the length of your neck, parting your robes until you feel his fingers swipe across your collarbone. 

“You are stubborn,” he says softly, “steadfast and oddly endearing. Perhaps I should keep you by my side.”

You stare up at him, jaw slackening, baffled. 

“I thought you would appreciate it,” he murmurs, the sharpness in his eyes returning, “just moments ago you were offering yourself to me.”

It’s a struggle to bite back the whimper that so eagerly wants to escape when his fingers drag lower, skimming across the soft skin of the tops of your breasts. His other hand plays with the knot tied at the side, nimble fingers untying the only thing keeping your robes together. The soft fabric slips from your shoulders and you find yourself in front of the Emperor, breasts bared.

He lets out a low hum, both of his hands coming to cup your breasts. Your teeth have been biting into your lip so hard that you can taste the tang of blood on your tongue. Zayne swipes his thumbs over your nipples and you find yourself unable to rip free from his wandering touch. 

“Should you not tell me to stop?” the Emperor asks, his face nearing yours.

There’s no will left in you to answer, a sharp gasp escaping you when he pinches your nipples to punctuate his question. The sensation only adds to the wetness pooling between your thighs.

“Please,” you whimper, the desperation clear in your eyes, “please, Zayne.”

“I may have the favor of the gods, but I cannot foresee your desires,” he whispers, the tip of his nose brushing yours, “tell me. What is it you want?”

“Kiss,” you manage out, “kiss me, please.”

The Emperor’s hands haven’t stopped their exploration, squeezing and groping at your breasts. Zayne lowers his head, forehead pressing against yours as you mewl and whimper under the onslaught of his caressing touches. The ache between your thighs has become unbearable with the way he plays with your nipples. He tugs and pinches, thumbs swiping over your areolas to grant you reprieve before rolling your nipples between his fingers again. 

“Wantonness has made you far more polite,” he whispers, lips brushing against yours.

It’s not a kiss, and you’re squirming in frustration with the way the Emperor is stringing you along, driving you to the edge of pleasure and yet refusing to grant you what you desire the most. 

“I- I can be even more polite,” you mumble pathetically, hands curling into his robes.

You chase after his lips, brows furrowing when he draws up to his full height, smiling down at you. Lips jutting out into a pout, you stand on the tips of your toes, trying to tug him back down so you can kiss him. It’s a futile endeavor, the Emperor only manages to evade all of your attempts to draw him into a kiss. 

“I shall look forward to it,” Zayne murmurs, his lips pressing against your forehead gently.

There’s no way to discern what exactly is going through the Emperor’s mind. He no longer continues with his lustful touches, pulling away with a final caress of your breasts as he pulls your loosened robes over your shoulders again. You can only watch with dazed eyes, frozen in place as he helps redo the knot holding your robes together, covering you up properly so that unnecessary slivers of skin aren’t showing anymore. 

“Do you do this with the others?” you ask, eyes finding his.

“Does the thought make you jealous?”

You frown at his retort, sending him a glare, “the Emperor may do as he wishes,” you grumble.

It’s hard to hide the jealousy that underlies your words. You want to be the only person he touches, to be the object of his affections. It’s a selfish desire to want the Emperor to need you only, but you can’t help yourself, envy flaring up inside of you at the thought of him touching another woman the way he touches you. 

“You are the first to elicit such a reaction from me,” Zayne says, his fingers tilting your head so he can stare into your eyes more directly.

Letting out an irritated huff, you feel irked by his subtle way of trying to please you. He doesn’t reply to your display of irritation, nudging his forehead against yours as though trying to convey his affection. 

“Go now,” he whispers, petting your hair again before he’s moving away, turning his back to you as he returns to peer out at the rain that falls outside.

You have half the mind to call him out on his behavior, but the reminder of your position is the stifling reality in which you live in. Despite his gaze elsewhere, you bow to him, turning on your heel to leave.

Thankfully, there are no lurking eunuchs to question your brief stay in the Emperor’s quarters. The palace staff don’t pay you any mind as you return to your chambers, and you explain to the other girls that you feel sick. 

The whimpers that spill from your mouth are muffled by the pillow that you’ve pressed your face into, the fingers of one hand rubbing at your clit and the other hand pinching at your nipples as you try to mimic the way the Emperor had touched you. With the image of Zayne’s face ingrained into your mind, it doesn’t take long, a soft moan escaping into the quiet of your chambers as you come apart on your fingers. 

-

You’re spying on the Emperor. 

The past year had been plenty of time to explore the palace and figure out the little passageways that weren’t well known. Perhaps you were just as bad as his advisors that were intent on prying into Zayne’s private life, but you just couldn’t help yourself. 

It’s why you’re here now, hovering outside his quarters, pretending to take great interest in the portraits that line the halls. Every now and then, your eyes flick over to where the guards stand, trying to discern whether anyone was entering or leaving his chambers. 

You almost feel pathetic for acting in such a way, but he was the only thing you could think about. Visiting the gardens had grown dull, despite the leaves turning into pretty shades of orange and red in the autumn air, thoughts of the Emperor taking root in the crevices of your mind instead. 

“My grandfather,” a deep voice breaks through your thoughts. You don’t have to look to know who it is.

“Handsome,” you mutter, taking a step closer to examine the portrait genuinely this time.

“My guards have complained about a woman hiding in the hallways,” Zayne says, his hand falling onto your shoulder. “I did not realize it was an offense to admire fine art,” you shoot back.

“There are far finer things in this palace,” he murmurs, stepping forward until you’ve been backed up against the wall.

It’s becoming more and more apparent to you that the Emperor must be suffering some sort of illness to the mind. You struggle to come up with a reason as to why his arm curls around your waist, whilst he presses himself closer. 

You try and push at his firm chest, but he doesn’t budge.

“People will see,” you whisper heatedly, eyes darting to the sides despite Zayne being so close that you can hardly see anything but him.

“So let them.”

Zayne reaches out, his hand cupping your cheek. You stiffen under the sudden touch, eyes widening when his thumb brushes over your skin.

“Why are you doing this?” you whisper, frowning.

“Is my mind not allowed to change?” he asks in return, head lowering until his forehead is pressed against yours.

“I am far more concerned that you have lost your mind.”

The Emperor lets out a deep chuckle and you think the air around you both has somehow grown thicker with how lightheaded you’re feeling.

“I assure you, I am still of sound mind.”

His nose brushes against yours, and you rise to meet the challenge, nose nudging against his gently. The heat of his body is intoxicating, his arm tightening around your waist as he exhales. Your eyes flutter shut, anticipating the feeling of his lips against yours.

It’s not to be, not when an Imperial guard insists on interrupting your moment with the Emperor.

“Is this woman bothering you?” the guard asks, his gaze dragging over you with obvious disregard. 

The utter nerve. Eye twitching, you ready yourself to snap back but Zayne’s squeeze to your waist has you staying silent.

“She was feeling ill,” Zayne lies steadily. 

The Emperor’s mask of cool indifference slips over him easily, his lips pulled thin as he speaks to the guard. 

“I shall escort her to the physician,” the guard offers, his hand reaching for you.

Zayne pulls you out of reach before the guard can touch you, tucking you against his side.

“No need,” Zayne says, “I shall take her myself.”

You can almost hear the nervous gulp that the guard takes, his face paling at the Emperor’s stony disposition. Unfortunately, you don’t get long to revel in the satisfaction that spreads through your body when Zayne reprimands the guard. Zayne tugs you along, his hand wrapped around your wrist. It appears the Emperor knows of the passages as well, and a few twists and turns later you find yourself back in the Emperor’s quarters, having bypassed the Imperial guards.

“Did you see his face?” you snicker, looking over at Zayne.

Your smile fades when he doesn’t reply, the grip on your wrist almost painful without how firmly his hand is still holding onto you.

“Zayne? Are you-”

You nearly trip over your own feet when he suddenly pulls you closer. Zayne’s lips are slotting over yours, his large hands cupping your cheeks as he kisses you. There’s a small noise of surprise coming from you, eyes widening before they flutter shut, your body lulled into submission with the feverish kisses Zayne gives you.

He groans into your mouth and you cling to his robes, rising up on the tips of your toes to meet his kisses better. The Emperor might’ve been starved with the way he’s kissing you, his lips firm and insistent against yours whilst he holds you in place. 

Zayne pulls away after a while, and you’re completely and utterly dazed, chest heaving as soft pants fill the space between you both.

“Will you have me?” he whispers, his fingers tracing the curve of your cheek.

No man has ever spoken such words to you. Your breath catches in your throat, heart clenching uncomfortably in your chest. As the Emperor, he shouldn’t say such a thing. 

“It is beneath you to ask,” you murmur, averting your gaze.

“And yet, I am asking,” Zayne replies, his hands maneuvering your head until you have no choice but to look into his eyes.

Letting out an irritated huff, as though he had somehow inconvenienced you, you lean forward and press a chaste kiss against his lips. You can’t bring yourself to say the words out loud, feeling uncharacteristically shy as you shift on the spot.

“I see.”

Zayne’s surging towards you again, lips crashing onto yours. You whimper, hands scrabbling at his shoulders as you press yourself closer. His arms are wrapping around your waist, keeping you flush against him as he ravages your mouth. His tongue is teasing your lower lip, coaxing it open. You have no choice but to obey, letting out a muffled moan when his tongue slides deeper into your mouth, his hand pulling at the pin holding your hair together. 

You squeak when he picks you up, his lips trailing burning kisses down your neck as he nudges the partition blocking his way to his bed. Zayne undoes the knot holding your robes together before long, your thighs straddling his hips as you sit perched on his lap once he sits down on his bed.

“Have you really never given yourself to anyone?” Zayne asks quietly, his fingers tracing across the soft skin of your shoulders.

You nod, body leaning forward to chase after his touch as his fingers find their way back down to your nipples, rolling the pebbled buds between the pads of his fingers.

“H- have you?” you ask, biting your lip as he presses heated kisses against your collarbone.

He shakes his head, lips drifting lower and lower, until your body twitches as his lips enclose around your nipple. A whimper leaves you, and Zayne grows bolder with his movements, sucking harshly as his tongue swirls around your nipple, flicking the little bud in his mouth.

Your hands have drifted into his hair, pulling free the band that holds his long locks together. His dark hair runs past his shoulders, the strands soft under your touch as you pull at his hair, moaning as he continues his exploration across your chest.

Zayne looks up at you with half-lidded eyes, spit-slick lips dragging across your chest to pepper kisses against your other breast, his mouth enveloping your nipple yet again. He lets out a low groan and you whine, pulling at his robes desperately to pull them off.

“Oh,” you breathe out when he lets you, biting your lip at the sight of his bare chest and abdomen. Your fingers spread across his chest eagerly, mapping out the expanse of his skin. There’s a sly smile spreading across your face when you see his cheeks flush pink as your fingers drag lower, past his navel.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asks hoarsely, his head tipping back.

“Should I not?” you whisper, fingers delving lower until you can feel his hardness through his robes.

You rub your hand against the bulge experimentally, eyes lighting up when he lets out a grunt. Face tucking into the crook of his neck, your breasts squished against his chest, you place hungry kisses against his neck, palming at his bulge.

The Emperor tugs at your hair, pulling your head back. You stare up at him, meeting him in the middle when he leans forward, sharing a sloppy kiss. His hands squeeze at your waist and you shift in his lap, letting him undress you completely.

Nervousness flits across your face as he stares at your bare body, hands leaving him to cover yourself up. He grabs your hands before you can, placing a soft kiss to your jaw.

“You are beautiful,” he whispers, lips drifting to kiss the shell of your ear.

A shy smile pulls at your lips and he squeezes your waist again. Your brows furrow when he jostles you, making you straddle his thigh instead.

“I want to watch,” Zayne says, his fingers dimpling into the fat of your thighs.

“Watch?” you echo, head tilting in question.

“I want to watch you come undone,” he clarifies, gripping your hips as he guides you into grinding against his thigh.

A strangled noise leaves you and he pats your hip, satisfied. You’re so aroused that your slick has begun to wet his silken robes, the fabric darkening as you roll your hips, dragging your pussy against his thigh.

“I- I want to watch you too,” you gasp out.

Zayne obliges and you watch as he pulls his cock free. The sight is almost enough to have you coming on his covered thigh. His fingers wrap around his cock and you whine, hips rolling faster. “Is it to your satisfaction?” he murmurs.

You nod rapidly. It is. You’ve never seen one before, but you just know Zayne’s is pretty compared to the others. His cock is thick, flushed prettily at the tip to match the blush on his cheeks and you lick your lips, wondering what it might feel like in your mouth. 

“Another time,” Zayne says, smiling when he sees the expression on your face.

It’s entrancing to watch the way his hand drags up and down his cock, his long fingers wrapped around himself. Globs of pre-cum bead at the tip, wetting his hands and his cock, creating a sinful sound. Unable to help yourself, you tilt your head, tongue lolling out as you let your own spit drip down onto his cock. You hum in delight when his thighs twitch, your eyes peering into his as you drag your cunt against his thigh, clit catching on the fabric of his robes just right. 

“I did not know my concubine was so depraved,” he murmurs, his hand kneading the flesh at your hip roughly.

You give him a dopey smile, eyes slipping back down to watch his hand move around his cock whilst you rock your hips. Head falling against his shoulder, your lips drag across his chest, landing soft kisses against his skin before nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, nipping his skin lightly.

Airy sounds fill the air, his quiet moans and your soft whimpers emanating in his quarters. 

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you press yourself closer, guiding his head into another kiss. It’s messy, his tongue licking into your mouth with no hesitation. Zayne’s pulling apart suddenly, his previous desire of watching you come undone on your thigh forgotten as he manhandles your body, making you lay down against his bed.

The Emperor kisses you over and over, and your head is swirling, trying to keep up whilst his fingers have found their way down to your pussy, rubbing your wetness across the sensitive flesh before he finds your clit. All it takes is one firm press of his thumb, your thighs twitching violently as you grasp at the sheets, moaning loudly as you come. He smiles against your lips, granting you one last kiss before he directs his attention elsewhere, his face disappearing between your thighs.

“Z-Zayne!” you squeal, pushing at his head, trying to get him to stop as the overstimulation becomes too much.

The Emperor ignores you in favor of thumbing apart your folds, his eyes trained on your clit.

“Pretty” he whispers, the pads of his fingers stroking over your clit gently, “and so, so swollen.”

It has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, and he kisses the inside of your thighs, edging closer to your pussy, letting out a low breath, the air hitting your exposed pussy.

He groans when you tug at his hair, and you writhe, trying to somehow free yourself from the onslaught of his tongue as he laves over your pussy, pressing sloppy kisses against your skin, his lips latching onto your swollen clit. Zayne’s tongue flicks against the sensitive bud, teasing you.

Something between a moan and a scream climbs its way out your throat, the sound ringing in through his chambers as you come again, thighs firmly squeezing his head. Your eyes widen when you realize the guards are still outside the doors, panic flaring through your body as you scramble to sit up.

Zayne’s hand slides over your mouth before you can get anything out, the stern look in his eyes making you go still. The rapping of the guard’s knuckles against the door has you rigid, eyes widening in alarm as he begins to move his tongue yet again. 

You glare at Zayne, tugging at his hair roughly to make it hurt as you attempt to get his mouth off of you. Zayne only gives you a hazy look, looking utterly gone as he presses his face deeper into your cunt. It’s a struggle to keep the noises in, your body shaking as his nose rubs into your clit and his tongue fucks in and out of your aching hole. 

“Your majesty?” An urgent voice calls out from behind the door, and you can hear the faint scuffling noises of the guards’ boots. 

“Someone get this door open!” another voice hisses, the sliding doors rattling soon after.

The Emperor grunts into your cunt, raising up finally. The sight of him is nearly enough to make you come for a third time. Zayne is utterly disheveled, his cheeks pink and the lower half of his face glistening with your slick. 

You watch as he runs his hand through his hair, biting your lip as you let your gaze wander, catching on his cock once again. He looks painfully hard, cum smeared across his skin and drool is pooling in your mouth. Getting onto your knees, you crawl forward eager to envelop it in your mouth.

The tip makes its way into your mouth for a brief moment and you can barely suck when Zayne is yanking you off of his cock, his hand curled into your hair. 

“Everything is fine,” the Emperor snaps, narrowing his eyes when you pout.

“We heard-”

“I said,” Zayne’s voice grows louder, “everything is fine.”

You think he might take out his wrath on you with the way he grips your cheeks roughly, planting another kiss to your lips. He’s manhandling you yet again, pushing at your shoulders to make you lie down as he settles his hips between your thighs.

Zayne’s cum smears against your skin and you whimper when the fat tip of his cock nudges against your clit. He lands a gentler kiss to your cheek, his hand cupping your cheek as you squirm under him, whimpering as he grinds his cock against your cunt.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his face pressing into the crook of your neck as he lets his cock slide up and down against your folds, “my good girl.”

“Yours,” you agree, cheek squishing against the pillow, “all yours.”

“I want to see you like this all the time,” Zayne confesses, his hand grasping his cock to press it firmly against your cunt, coating it with your arousal, “all flustered and needy… perhaps I am losing my sanity.”

You need him inside of you. The emptiness in your pussy has made you all too aware, hips bucking with every drag of his heavy cock.

“More,” you whisper, voice slurring, “Zayne, I want more.”

Zayne draws back slightly and you watch as he squeezes his cock, pre-cum dripping steadily onto your thigh. He reaches for your hand, fingers lacing with yours.

“Ready?” he murmurs.

You nod, swallowing down your nervousness. He presses his cock into your hole and the stretch is uncomfortable, a pained whimper leaving you as Zayne guides his cock into you. 

“A little more,” he coaxes, kissing your forehead to try and distract you from the initial stretch.

He finally pushes his entire cock in, and you feel as though the air has been punched out of your lungs. Zayne fills you up so perfectly, his cock snug inside your cunt, the emptiness from earlier disappearing almost immediately.

It appears you have affected him just as much, his eyes squeezed shut as he pants into the crook of your neck, trying to get used to the wet heat of your cunt. 

“Perfect,” he mutters mindlessly, and you can feel the twitch of his cock from inside of you, “so- so perfect and warm and tight.”

A hazy smile drifts across your face, legs locking tighter around his hips as your pussy clenches around him.

Zayne lets out a ragged gasp, and you know he can feel it. His eyes bore into yours, brows pulled together in annoyance at your little tease.

“Little minx,” he hisses.

It’s you that gasping this time when he draws his hips back, nails clawing at his back as he thrusts into you. His cock is stretching you out, over and over, as he tries to press it in deeper, trying to carve a path from your pussy to your heart.

“Too- too much!” you wail, arms wrapping around his neck to cling onto him.

“Do you want the guards to hear?” Zayne murmurs against your ear, his hips slowing slightly.

Through the haze of it all, your head turns, eyes finding his. The truth is, you wouldn’t exactly be opposed to the idea. Zayne can see the flash of interest in your eyes and he lets out a hoarse laugh, shaking his head.

“I should have taken you sooner,” he mutters, his fingers squeezing at your hips, “kept you close to me from the beginning.”

You preen at the thought, pressing sloppy kisses against his jaw, feeling his cock drag in and out of you.

“Next time, I shall take you on my throne.”

Your movements pause, eyes widening as he whispers those words, his lips brushing across yours.

“Not like that-” you begin to say, cheeks flushing deeper as you imagine him taking you on his throne, his hips rutting into yours like they were now.

“Why not?” he asks, “Shall I command it? Have-” Zayne lets out a shuddering breath “have my entire court watch as my pretty, little concubine loses her mind, drunk on my cock as I claim her atop my throne?”

You moan unabashedly, cunt clenching around him tightly. Zayne grunts, his hips stuttering when at the feeling of your walls tightening before he’s gripping your thigh, his chest flush against yours as he picks up the pace. It’s no secret that the guards must have heard what was happening inside, your loud moans most likely drifting through the wood of the doors. Both you and the Emperor don’t seem to care, lost in the blur of lust that swirls between you both.

“Deeper,” you mumble, pouting up at him, “need- need you closer, Zayne.”

“You are going to be the death of me,” Zayne mutters, dropping his weight on top of you.

You mewl in delight, the feeling of his body against yours deliciously warm. He hikes your thighs up a little higher, hips pressing deeper until you gasp. You can feel his balls pressed snugly against your ass, his cock as deep inside of you as it could go.

“Take it,” he whispers, his hand beginning to stroke your hair as he moves his hips. Short, sharp thrusts that serve to bury his cock into your cunt the way you want, “take it, my love.”

My love. Skin against skin. His hand stroking your hair gently. Girthy cock filling you up perfectly.

The sensations mixed with his affection are too much, pulling at your heart uncomfortably until you let out a sniffle, staring up at him with glassy eyes.

Concern passes through his eyes when he hears you sniffle, his hand cupping your cheek as his thumb swipes away a stray tear that beads at the corner of your eye.

“Am I hurting you?” Zayne asks softly.

You shake your head, lips trembling even more at his display of concern. 

“I just like you a lot is all,” you whisper, sniffling quietly.

“I like you too,” Zayne replies in kind, his lips pressing soft kisses against your cheek, “and I take care of what’s mine.”

He leans down, lips pressing against yours in a tender kiss. Your tears wet his cheeks as he keeps you there, kissing you gently whilst his hips roll into you.

“Let go for me, my love” he murmurs, and you’re clenching around him again, feeling his hand sneak its way between your bodies as his thumb rubs against your clit.

You whimper, head pressing back as you arch your back, the sensation of his cock and his fingers driving you further and further to the edge until he latches his mouth onto your breast, catching your nipple between his teeth. He bites down and a broken moan fills the air, body shuddering as you come on his cock.

“Oh fuck,” Zayne grits out when he feels the harsh clench of your cunt around his cock.

You can feel him bury his face into your chest and you reach up weakly, running your fingers through his hair. It’s enough to have him letting out a guttural noise against your chest, his fat cock twitching as his thick cum floods your pussy.

The Emperor lays on top of you, both of your bodies loosened completely. You whimper when he pulls out of you, his cum beginning to leak out from your cunt. Zayne stares at the sight for a moment, entranced, before pulling you closer, letting you press your face into his chest as he kisses your forehead. 

“Everyone will know by now,” you whisper.

“They will,” he agrees, his fingers prying your face away from where it hides.

Zayne peers down into your eyes, a faint smile playing across his lips as he swipes his thumbs against your skin.

“Stay here with me,” he says quietly, “by my side.”

You laugh softly at his proposition.

“I am your concubine,” you murmur, reaching up to curl your hand around his wrist, “nothing more.”

“You will be more,” Zayne insists, his voice hardening,  “I will have you.”

“Your advisors would not allow it!” you protest, eyes turning glassy again.

“Desperation will make them vulnerable to acceptance,” he retorts, his body pressing closer as though to keep you tethered to him, hands tightening around your cheeks.

“I am the Emperor,” he continues, forehead pressing against yours as his eyes bore into yours, “you said it yourself. I may do as I wish, and what I wish for is for you to be by my side.”

You swallow harshly, blinking up at him when you hear the sternness of his voice. He doesn’t give you a chance to reply, kissing you desperately.

“Stay with me, my love” he whispers again, stealing kiss after kiss from you.

“Okay,” you relent, sinking into his embrace and returning his kisses just as desperately, “okay.”

The Emperor holds you close to his chest, his arms wrapped around you tightly. The heat of his body has your eyes drooping shut, his lips brushing over your forehead as he whispers sweet promises of his love.

Outside, far away from the warmth of love’s embrace, the first fall of snow has begun to drift from the sky.