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lanalace · 4 months ago

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Gifts Given [Yandere Merman x Fem Reader]

Warning‼️: Dub con, NSFW, Attempted murder

Chapter - 3 {Final chapter}

Chapter-1 Chapter-2

Word count: 11k+

Chapter 3 - Fate Sealed

Sleep came quickly, pulling you into a dream about the events of earlier that day. You had been eagerly preparing for your big trip with Axel, your brother, your idol. You still remembered the way he'd defended you from bullies in middle school, his quick wit and confidence always getting them to back down. This was the first time the two of you would spend time alone since he took over the family business, a sprawling network of hospitals founded by your grandfather. In two months, you would have turned 21 and inherit your 30% stake, and finally, finally, you'd be his equal in more than just blood. With Axel’s 50% stake, you two would be an untouchable duo, a force to be reckoned with. You couldn’t wait to finally work alongside him, to learn from him, to make him proud.

You spent hours picking out the perfect outfits, laying them across your bed and imagining all the adventures you’d have together. Axel had always been busy since taking over the company, and you were lucky to get a timely text message from him these days. But this trip felt like a turning point. Soon, you’d be a board member, and you’d see him all the time. You weren’t as well-educated as Axel—he had two master’s degrees and a doctorate in business administration—but you were determined to prove yourself. You’d even started looking into graduate programs, hoping to impress him.

When Axel arrived at your private residence, you practically leapt into his arms. “Brother!” you exclaimed, the silk of your blouse rustling as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He caught you with a chuckle, his hands steadying your waist. “Woah there, pixie. You’re forgetting I’m an old man.”

“Thirty-six is not old!” you protested, rolling your eyes.

“Tell that to my sixty-year-old back,” he joked, hunching over dramatically.

You laughed, but something about his smile felt off—just for a moment. It didn’t reach his eyes the way it used to, and a tiny, unwelcome thought flickered in your mind. You brushed it aside, almost forcefully. Don't be ridiculous. This is Axel. After all, this was Axel. Your brother. Your hero. You wouldn't let a silly feeling ruin this.

“So, where are we going?” you asked, bouncing on your toes, the hem of your long, flowing skirt swaying. “I’m so excited that I might have overpacked a bit.” You gestured to the six suitcases lined up behind you.

Axel raised an eyebrow, glancing at the mountain of luggage. “You think you packed enough, sis?”

You blushed, scratching your cheek. “Um… maybe?”

He shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips. “You’ll only need one. Let’s go, Pixie.” He grabbed the smallest suitcase and hoisted it over his shoulder, heading for the door. You smiled to yourself at the nickname. He always called you that since you were shorter than him.

“Wait! Axel!” you called after him, pouting. “At least take the bigger one!”

He didn’t stop, leaving you to lock up the house. You hurried after him, your long skirt and cardigan blowing in the wind. This was going to be the best trip ever.

The drive took nearly two hours, and the conversation flowed easily. Axel told you about the company’s latest projects, and you hung on every word, eager to learn everything you could. But as the scenery grew more secluded, a faint unease settled in your chest. You pushed it aside, chalking it up to excitement, but the feeling lingered, a tiny knot of worry you couldn't quite shake.

When you finally arrived at the destination, you stepped out of the car and leaned against the rear, a sudden chill prickling your skin despite your cardigan. The open sea stretched before you, vast and empty, its waves churning angrily under a heavy, bruised-looking sky. There wasn't another soul in sight, just the endless expanse of water and the biting wind that whipped your long skirt around your legs. The air smelled strongly of salt and impending rain, and a knot of unease tightened in your chest. "Brother," you began, trying to keep the uncertainty out of your voice, "not to be annoying, but…"

“You mean something you are on a daily basis?” he interrupted, smirking, but there was a sharpness to his tone that hadn't been there before.

You pouted, sticking your tongue out at him. “Whatever. As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted—what exactly are we doing here?”

Axel turned to you, his expression unreadable for a moment before he booped your nose with his finger. “We, my dear sister, are here waiting for our ride.”

Your nose wrinkled at the assault, and you were about to retaliate when the sound of rotating blades cut through the air. Your face lit up as a helicopter came into view, its shadowy silhouette growing larger against the gray sky.

“A helicopter?!” you squealed, jumping up and down. “Axel, you remembered!”

He chuckled, ruffling your hair. “Of course I did. You wouldn’t shut up about it when we were kids. Figured I’d make this trip unforgettable.”

You threw your arms around him, squeezing tightly. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

He patted your back, his grip lingering for a moment longer than usual. “Don’t mention it, Pix.”

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The helicopter ride started off exhilarating. You chattered like an excited tourist, pointing out every little thing—the schools of fish below, the occasional dolphin breaching the surface, the way the sunlight broke through the clouds in fleeting bursts. Axel listened with a smile, chiming in with a dry remark every now and then that made you laugh.

But as the weather worsened, so did your mood. Something felt off. The rain lashed against the windows, blurring the already gray landscape below. Axel had offered you a glass of wine shortly after takeoff, a celebratory gesture, he'd said. You'd accepted, though you rarely drank much. Now, he poured you another, insisting you relax and enjoy the view, even as it became increasingly obscured by the downpour. The wine tasted slightly bitter, a note you hadn't noticed with the first glass, but you chalked it up to the altitude. It was making you feel strangely heavy, almost numb, and the drowsiness was creeping in faster than you'd expect from just a couple of glasses. He was quieter now, his earlier enthusiasm replaced by a focused intensity that made you uneasy. "Y/n, I didn't know you were such a lightweight," he said, his tone teasing, but his eyes, when you managed to focus on them, were sharp, assessing, as if he was gauging the wine's effect.

“I’m fine,” you mumbled, blinking slowly, the words feeling thick on your tongue. “I think all the excitement got the best of me.”

But you weren’t fine. Your limbs felt heavy, your thoughts sluggish, like wading through mud. You tried to focus on Axel’s face, but it blurred at the edges, and a strange buzzing filled your ears. “Axel…?” you whispered, your voice trembling.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he stood, his movements deliberate, almost clinical, as he pulled you to your feet. Your legs wobbled, and you leaned heavily on him, his grip surprisingly strong as he guided you, too disoriented to resist. The next thing you knew, you were at the helicopter door, the cold wind biting at your skin.

“Axel?” you tried again, your voice barely audible over the roar of the rotors. “What’s happening?”

His lips moved, but the words were lost in the noise. Then, with a single, brutal motion, he shoved you into the icy void below. The last thing you saw was his devious smile, etched into your memory like a brand.

And then, nothing.

>Dream ends<

“Brother!” You woke up screaming, hands outstretched as if to grab onto the illusion of your brother. Your heart pounded so hard it drowned out all other sound, and you gasped for air, your chest heaving as though you’d been running for miles. The nightmare clung to you like a second skin, its vivid images—Axel’s devious smile, the icy void below, the crushing weight of betrayal—refusing to fade. It took several long moments for your sleep-ridden mind to separate the past from the present, and when it did, you were left sitting in the dim, eerie glow of the cave, breathing in the heavy, salt-laden air.

You sat there for what felt like an eternity, your body trembling as you tried to steady your breathing. The cave was silent except for the faint drip of water echoing somewhere in the distance, a sound that only amplified your isolation. Slowly, your surroundings came into focus: the jagged walls of the cave, the faint bioluminescent glow of algae clinging to the rocks, and the pitch-black pool of water that seemed to stretch endlessly into the darkness. For a moment, your brain refused to process where you were or how you’d gotten here. It was as if your mind was protecting you from the full weight of reality.

When you finally mustered the strength to move, you regretted it instantly. A sharp, searing pain shot through your lower abdomen and you doubled over, clutching your stomach with a strangled cry. “Ow… mother fucker!” you hissed through gritted teeth, your voice echoing off the cave walls. The pain was unlike anything you’d ever felt—deep, raw, and unrelenting. You bit your lip hard, trying to stifle the scream building in your throat, and rocked back and forth in a futile attempt to ease the agony.

It took every ounce of willpower to keep from breaking down completely. You counted the seconds, each one stretching into an eternity, until the pain began to subside. When it finally dulled to a manageable ache, you cautiously tried to move again, this time with excruciating slowness. You slid one knee up, using your hands to steady yourself, and attempted to rise into a lunge position. But halfway up, you froze, your body going rigid as a new sensation registered; the warm, sticky fluid trickling down your thighs. Looking down, just past your still intact cardigan, you saw the white liquid dripping onto the ground beside your foot.

Your breath hitched, and a cold shiver ran down your spine as the memories came flooding back. The merman’s cold, unyielding grip. His hauntingly beautiful face twisted in pleasure as he ignored your pleas for mercy. The way his scales had scraped against your skin, leaving faint marks that still burned. You remembered every detail, every moment of violation, and it was too much. Your legs gave out, and you collapsed back onto the cold, hard ground, your body trembling uncontrollably.

Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision as the vivid scenes replayed in your mind. You clenched your eyes shut, trying to block them out, but it was no use. The images were seared into your memory, and no amount of shaking your head or pressing your palms against your eyes could erase them. “Don’t cry,” you whispered to yourself, your voice trembling. “If I start crying now, I won’t be able to stop. I can’t fall apart. Not here. Not now.”

You took a deep, shaky breath and forced yourself to focus on your surroundings. The cave was eerily quiet, the only sound the faint drip of water and the occasional ripple from the pool. Just beyond the pool was a curtain of some sort but you didn’t pay much attention to it since you would not be able to get to the other side without swimming across. Thankfully, the merman was nowhere in sight, and for that, you were grateful. But the relief was short-lived. You had no idea where you were or how to escape, and the thought of being trapped here, vulnerable and alone was almost too much to bear.

“First things first,” You muttered, your voice barely above a whisper. “I need to clean myself up. I can’t… I can’t stand this.”

With great effort, you pushed yourself to your feet, wincing at the sharp, burning sensation between your legs. Every step was agony, and you couldn’t suppress the whimper that escaped your lips as you shuffled toward the pool of water. The black surface was unnerving, its depths impossible to gauge, and you hesitated at the edge, your toes hovering just above the surface.

“It’s just water…” you told yourself, though the words did little to calm your nerves. You dipped your toes in, surprised by how warm it was. The sensation was almost comforting, but you weren’t ready to fully submerge yourself. Instead, you crouched down, cupping the water in your hands and splashing it onto your legs, trying to wash away the sticky residue left behind by the merman.

The salt water stung at first, and you hissed through your teeth, but the pain quickly gave way to a soothing coolness. The water seemed to have a strange, almost magical effect on your skin, easing the soreness and dulling the ache in your muscles. You couldn’t help but marvel at how quickly your body responded, the tension melting away with each handful of water.

For a moment, you were tempted to step into the pool, to let the warm water envelop you and wash away the last traces of what had happened. But the thought of what might be lurking beneath the surface stopped you cold. The merman was bad enough—what if there were worse things in the depths?

You shook your head, pushing the thought aside, and focused on finishing what you’d started. When you were finally clean, you stood up slowly, bracing yourself for the pain that had plagued you earlier. But to your surprise, it was almost entirely gone. You were still tender, yes, but the sharp, burning agony had faded, leaving behind only a dull ache.

“What the hell?” you murmured, glancing down at the water. “Did… did that just heal me?”

The thought was both comforting and unsettling. You didn’t have time to dwell on it, though. You needed to find your clothes, figure out where you were, and—most importantly—find a way out of this nightmare. But as you took your first step toward the cave’s entrance, a faint ripple in the water caught your attention. You froze, your heart pounding as you stared at the pool, waiting for something—anything—to emerge.

Nothing did. But the sense of unease lingered, a constant reminder that you weren’t alone in this place. Your face twisted in confusion as you stared at the water. 'How the hell…’ You were unable to finish that train of thought because you caught a glimpse of what looked like a pair of silverish eyes almost glowing in the depths of the pool. They were unmistakable-Nero's eyes. Your heart leapt into your throat, and you scrambled backward, your bare feet slipping on the damp cave floor.

You jumped back from the water immediately and sprinted behind the largest rock you could see, crouching down in the direction of the water so that you could be ready to move if he got too close. As you did, you heard the splashing from the pool, and you held your breath, hoping against hope that he wouldn't notice you.

“Mate! I didn’t mean to scare you. Please, come out.” You heard the gentle voice of your abuser.

You didn’t move. You didn’t even want to move. You thought it was a different kind of intruder and that made you panic but hearing that it was that fish guy, quelled your initial fear of the unknown but now you were stuck with the known demon.

“Please go away!” You shout back in a hurried voice. You weren’t ready to see him. ‘Shit. I’m scared. Why did he come back so soon? I’m not ready for this. I woke up and I haven’t even gotten to search the cave or make a plan. I can’t… I don’t want to see him. Just please go away.’

Nero Sol Nifan brows furrowed and he tilted his head to the side. He ran through the short list of reasons a female could be mad at a mate and came to a conclusion. ‘My mate must be angry that I left while she was sleeping. So needy, this delicate little creature is. I will be extra affectionate to today.’ he thought with a smile. Pulling himself up and out of the water, he bent into a sitting position at the edge of the pool, keeping the majority of his tail underwater.

“Mate, I apologize for leaving before you woke. You must have been distressed. Know that I have not abandoned you. I will make amends, come.” He said in a gentle voice.

You narrowed your eyes, pissed at his demands. ‘He thinks that I’m over here because I’m throwing a tantrum because he left? I guess raping me must be a happy event then?’ You scoffed, holding in your anger at his audacity. ‘It’s not like I can do anything anyways. He easily dwarfs me in every aspect. Even if I could fight… I wouldn’t win...’ Sighing to yourself, understanding your place in this situation.

“I-I don’t care about that. Just go away please. Don’t come anywhere near me. ” You yelled back, peeking out slightly to make sure he didn't come any closer.

The merman’s heart stopped for a moment, shock and confusion took over his features. “You don’t want to see me? Are you upset with me for being too rough, then? I apologize. It was my first time so I could not hold back very well. I will do better next time. I would never intentionally cause you harm, my mate.” He looked down, fingers curling into fist at his sides, ashamed that his lack of control has caused his mate to be so upset with him.

“Shut up! Just shut up! There is no next time! You did cause me harm! Years of therapy worth of harm! And stop calling me your mate! I am not your friend nor will I ever be.” You seethed. ‘I will never befriend that scaly freak. Fish people really just fuck thier friends? He probably sleeps with male friends too… I could see it. He is entirely too pretty.’ You roll your eyes and shake your head free from the explicit images in your head.

“We are not friends. We are mates. I am yours and you are mine. We belong to each other. The goddess has willed it so.” He said proudly as large tail smacked the surface of the water. He wanted to apologize for your pain again but decided against it, he could see that you were too upset to accept it at the moment.

Your face grew pale at his words and you realized that you misunderstood him this entire time. ‘Mates? As in married? Like fucking hell I am.’ You stood straight up and glared at him. “I am not your mate. You forced me to–to… why would I want to be your mate? We aren’t even the same species. I would never want to be your anything! I just want to go back home!” You screamed at him, tears pricking at your eyes.

“You don’t want me..?” His voice was woeful. “But you are already bonded to me. You accepted my gift and consummated the union. We fulfilled everything that was necessary to become mates. Why are you suddenly rejecting me?” Nero Sol Nifan looks like he’d break at any second. Your every word had chip away at the euphoria he had been riding since he had found you. He had never been rejected before and never has he seen or heard of a mate rejecting their partner right after becoming one. This baffled him but he tried to understand what he could have done to warrant this response from you.

‘Maybe this is typical behavior for humans. Does she not understand that what we’ve done is permanent? …Of course, she doesn’t.’ Realization of his mistake dawning on him. ‘How could a human understand the mating ritual of my people? I should have explained everything to her before offering her the option to become mates.’ Nero sighed, finally making sense of the situation. ‘I have wronged her greatly but we are already bonded so all I can do is help her move past this.’ He felt guilty for inadvertently sealing your fate.

“Tell me how to keep you happy. Tell me how to please you so that you will feel better. I will do anything you wish as long as you do not reject me.” He pleaded with you. The way his voice broke almost inspired pity in you. But you were still far too offended to care. Still, you wouldn’t miss an opportunity to get somewhere safe.

“Take me home.” You gasped out so quickly. “If you take me back to my home, I will forgive you. I’ll be happy again.” You took your chance, seeing how desperate he was at this moment. All you could do was ask and try to convince him if he denied you.

“This is your home, mate. This is our home.” He stated as if it were the absolute truth. You faltered, not even realizing you had been holding your breath until he knocked the wind out of you with his words. Taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you dropped unceremoniously beside the large rock that was once your hiding place and sat down. You sighed before running your hand through your slightly damp hair then looked at the massive fishman who clearly didn’t understand what you meant.

“This is not my home. I am human. I belong with other humans and you—” You began calmly but he interjected.

“You belong with me!” He slammed his palm down into the sand and his powerful tail slapped the water in the pool so hard that water droplets even reached you despite how you were away from him. You jumped, the raw fury in his voice shaking you. His beautiful pale face was flushed, his eyes blazing. Staring at him with terrified focus and watching his every move, too scared to take your eyes of him. He looked almost murderous as he continued. His beautiful pale face was flushed red with the anger he was feeling.

“Here. This is our home.” He gestured, the anger still vibrating in the air around him. “YOU are my mate. Human or not, you belong with me. You are mine and I will never allow you to leave me!” You deflated visibly, your face and shoulders dropping at his words. Lips trembling and eyes blurring from the tears that you were struggling to hold back all this time.

Unfortunetly, you would never know the pure torture it was as he waited for you all these years, how completely elated he was to find you, to embrace your body for the first time and wake up with you in his arms, finally knowing peace. He instantly loved you so deeply that he would die for you without hesitation. This was the way of his people. You could not even begin fathom the pure anguish he feels at this moment when you, his fated one, has thoroughly denied him completely. You didn’t feel the cushing pain in his heart.

As quickly as it ignited, the fury seemed to extinguish, replaced by a flicker of something else – fear? Desperation? His shoulders slumped slightly, and his voice softened, though the underlying intensity remained. "Come to me now." It wasn't a command this time, but a plea, laced with a vulnerability that was almost as unsettling as his anger. "It's clear that you are lacking in knowledge." He held out his hand, his gaze fixed on you, a desperate hope in his eyes.

Your mind reeled. One moment he was a monster, the next… something else. You hesitated, the image of his anger still fresh in your mind. But beneath it, you sensed a fragile desperation, a need that was twisted but undeniably present. With a heavy sigh, you took a hesitant step forward. You didn’t want to obey but what were your options? Could you risk his wrath? ‘No.’ You decided. Stomping down the ever present fear, not wanting to touch the hand of the man that violated you just hours ago, you lifted your gaze to look at him. He looked desperate and sad. Anxiously, you eyed those webbed fingers that were directed towards you for a moment as you mustered up the courage to move. You didn’t want to touch him, you really didn’t. With clear hesitation, you resign to your fate and rise before proceeding forward with shaken steps.

Nero Son Nifan almost sighs in relief but smiles at you as if he didn’t just show that manic display a few seconds ago. ‘He is so quick to anger. Or maybe it's just that he switches between all emotions as quickly as a mental patient?’ You noted as you closed the distance much quicker than you expected but didn’t dwell too long on that thought since you were now within reach of the monster. You stopped beside the hand that he held out for you, neither grasping it nor acknowledging it in favor of looking down at your feet. That didn’t seem to bother him much since the smile didn’t so much as falter.

He gently slid his palm along your side, caressing the curve of your waist before pulling you into him. You gasped and stumbled but his strong arm steadied you before hoisting you up as if you weighed nothing at all, turning and placing you on what you considered is the equivalent of his lap. The silver haired creature turned you to straddle him and though you tensed in his hold, you did not protest. Instinctively, you grasped the ends of your sweater and pulled it down to conceal your most intimate place from him. He didn’t mind, he wrapped one arm around your waist and used his other hand to hook under your chin to direct your head towards him. Peering deep into your e/c eyes, searching for something. You averted your eyes away from him, looking to a random corner of the cave.

“Mate.” He called and you snapped your eyes back, meeting his brilliant orbs.

“You should never hide from me. I do not want you to fear me or to be unhappy with me.” He said, lifting your chin to direct your gaze to him, meeting his brilliant orbs.

“You must have many questions. I will answer anything so ask first.” However, you stayed silent.

A frown tugged at his lips and his eyes wavered with unspoken sadness. He didn’t like this. ‘You were so passionate and needy for me even when we coupled. Should I stimulate her desire for me again? I just want my sweet mate back.’ He lamented.

‘This is my chance. Maybe I can manipulate him into at least getting me out of this place.’ You bite your lip and decide to put your plan into action. “Can you tell me where we are?” You saw his brows furrowed in confusion so you elaborate.

“Our home. Where is it located?” You said while trying to hide the annoyance in your tone.

He thought for a moment before answering. “Our home is underwater.”

You wanted to facepalm and internally, you did. Despite the underlying fear you felt, you were extremely annoyed. You were never known to be a person of patience, in fact, you were quite the opposite. You got everything you ever wanted with little to no wait or pushback. Growing up rich definitely had its drawbacks when it came to your personality. ‘What the hell was I even expecting?’ You closed your eyes and took a deep breath to calm yourself before speaking again.

“No, I meant- Hold on a sec. We are underwater? What do you mean we are underwater?! That doesn’t make any sense.” You were freaking out a bit. ‘How was this even possible? I may not be a genius but even I know that I need air to breathe. Considering where I fell from, does it even make sense that a place like this exists? Plus, this thing… he needs air to breathe to, right? Either way, it doesn’t explain how we are breathing right now. He must be lying to me. I need more answers.’ You frowned.

“I don’t understand.”

“Mate. I will give you my knowledge but I will ask one thing of you first.”

You gave him a confused look and tilted your head to the side slightly. The creature watched you with an amused expression for a moment before speaking again.

“I want you to call me by name or by title.” He said firmly. You narrowed your eyes and furrowed your eyebrows at him. You had not even remembered his name, only that it was long and you had no idea what title he meant. ‘Asshole? Rapist? Demonic fish mutant? Those are all titles that suit this thing.’ You thought to yourself.

“Nero Sol Nifan.” He said it slowly, emphasizing every syllable as if you were some child who didn’t know how to properly speak.

“Nero Sol Nifan or Mate” He repeated. “My name or my title.”

Name or husband. Those were the only options. As much as you want to be argumentative, you remind yourself that not only is this creature massive and way stronger than you, he also gave you enough of a reason to fear him despite the lack of pain you previously felt between your thighs. This was by far the easiest thing he has required you to do and it seemed like a small payment for the information you could potentially gain. You sighed and resigned yourself to his will, looking off to a random corner of the cave and did as you are told.

"Nero…" you whispered, the name felt like a lead weight on your tongue. You kept your gaze fixed on the ground beside him, afraid to meet his eyes. Just say it. Get it over with. Your hands were clenched in your lap, knuckles white. “Nero Sol Nifan.” You say a bit louder. If you had the courage to look at the merman you were perched on, you would have been blessed with one of the most hypnotically beautiful sights you have ever seen.

His milky lavender eyes sparkled like the most dazzling cyclamen opals. Those orbs shoned with the utmost adoration, devotion and pure love for you in that moment. Not that it was something you would have wanted to witness either way. You bit your lip as the silence dragged on, you could feel his eyes on you and it made you uncomfortable but you didn’t know how to break the silence and you still weren’t ready to look at him.

“Good mate. Always use my name.” He brought his webbed hand to your cheek and turned your face to look at him, clawed thumb stroking your cheek lovingly as he praised you. This gesture really solidified the feeling of being treated like a toddler. You had to fight the urge to turn away but you just decided to stay still since you needed answers.

"How far underwater are we… Nero Sol Nifan?" You repeated, your voice laced with a careful mix of curiosity and apprehension.

Nero's gaze softened, a hint of pride flickering in his lavender eyes. "We are deep, mate. Far deeper than any human could ever venture. This cave is a sanctuary, a place where we are safe from the surface world and its… distractions."

"Distractions?" You echoed, her mind racing. "What kind of distractions?"

"The noise, the chaos, the… fleeting nature of your kind," Nero replied, his voice laced with a subtle disdain. "Humans are so easily swayed, so easily lost. Here, in the depths, we have permanence. We have… us."

“Oh…” Though his words were concerning, you ignored it.

"But… How are we breathing?" Y/n asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't understand."

"The cave provides." Nero said, gesturing around them. "It is a living entity, a part of the ocean itself. It filters the water, replenishes the air. It provides for us."

"So, this cave... it breathes?" Your brows furrowed as you tried to grasp the concept. Nero nodded, his expression casual, as if discussing the weather. You swallowed, a knot tightening in your throat. ‘And I'm trapped inside it.’ You wanted to scream, to demand clarification, but the words died in your throat. You nodded slowly, feigning understanding.

“In a way, yes.” He said so casually.

"And… your people?" You asked, carefully choosing her words. "Where are they? Do they live in caves like this? Do they… take mates"

Nero's expression darkened slightly. He didn’t like that you were thinking of others in his presence. "My people… they are scattered. They live in the deeper trenches, in the hidden currents, some even in settlements. They are not like us, mate. They cannot obtain a true bond."

"A true bond?" You repeated, her heart sinking. You didn’t like the way that sounded coming from his lips.

"The bond between mated pairs," Nero explained, his voice low and possessive. "It is the strongest connection in the world. It is a sacred union, ordained by the goddess herself. While my people have mating bonds, it pales in comparison to what we share. Our bond is… eternal." He smiled softly at the knowledge.

"Eternal?" Your voice cracked, the word echoing in the cavernous space. Eternal? Trapped with him forever? You wanted to protest, to reject the very idea, but your gaze met his, and the intensity in his eyes silenced you. You forced a shallow breath, trying to calm the rising panic. ‘Just breathe. Just play along.’

"Yes," Nero said, his eyes locking with yours. "Our bond is rare. Rarely does the goddess bless a union but when she does, the pair's lifespan increases tenfold. Do you see? We are special, mate. You are my other half, the missing piece of my soul. Just as I am to you. Our bond is unbreakable. There is no escape from this, no return." The finality in his voice was like a physical blow, stealing your breath.

‘Even if that is true, I'll find a way. Leaving should be enough to escape from this.’

"But… I didn't choose this," You whispered, tears threatening to spill. "I don't want this. Nero, I didn’t get to choose." You were starting to feel the panic rise.

Nero's expression softened and he sighed. "You were chosen, mate. You were chosen by the goddess, and you were chosen by me.”

“I was also chosen by the goddess for you. Truthfully, I never expected my mate to be human either.” He admitted to you. “But, I am far from disappointed in you. You are so lovely and elicit my desire unlike anything I could have imagined. You may not have consciously chosen me, but your soul did. As did mine. You say you did not choose but you accepted my gift, and you accepted my touch. That was your choice."

"Your gift… that thing?" Looking at the bracelet that dangled there from your arm, gesturing to it.

"It is a symbol, a promise," Nero said, nodding. "It is a declaration of my intent. And you accepted it. Now, you are my mate just as I am yours. You will learn to accept it in time."

"Learn to accept this?" Your voice cracked.

"Yes." Nero said, his voice firm. "You will learn your place, mate. You will learn to love me, to cherish me, to understand the depth of our bond. You will learn that this cave, this ocean, this life… it is all yours now. You will learn to rely on me, understand that I love you more than life itself. You will want for nothing, you will lack nothing. I will provide for you, protect you, treasure you. You are my queen."

"Queen?" You repeated the word with a bitter taste in your mouth. Nausea coiled in your stomach, but you forced it down. ‘Where did that even come from?’ You wanted to laugh, to cry, but the image of his angry face flashed in your mind, and your voice came out a trembling whisper. "You… you think I'd be your queen?"

"Yes. My queen. You are the queen of my heart, the queen of my domain. I am the strongest of my kind. Naturally, that would make your existence just as significant. You are the most precious thing in my world." Nero’s hand tightened around her waist. “You will bear my children, and we will rule over this corner of the ocean together with you as my queen.”

"Children? You want children… from me?" Your voice was a thin, fragile thread. Your body went rigid, every muscle tensed. ‘His children?’ The image of a half-human, half-merman child flashed in your mind, and a wave of revulsion washed over you. You clenched your fists, nails digging into your palms. ‘Never. I'd rather die.’ A flicker of defiance sparked in your eyes, but it was quickly extinguished by the cold reality of your situation. You lowered your gaze, the fight draining away.

Nero smiled, a predatory gleam in his eyes. His eyes roamed over your beautiful figure, his hand that was previously on your waist slid up the expanse of your clothed ribcage, under the sweater, stopping just under your breast before moving back down and repeating the action. You shivered from his touch and clenched your into fist. He felt the way you shook above him, not too far from his slit and it heated his blood.

He mistook your quaking as a positive response to his touch again. Nero Sol Nifan bit his lip to stifle the groan so that he can make his declaration to you. "Yes, mate. Any mated pair aims for reproduction. Our children will be exceptionally strong, beautiful. They will be the heirs to the kingdom we forge, the rulers of the depths. They will be a testament to our love."

The merman used the pads of his thumbs to stroke your sensitive nipples as he spoke those words to you. A small involuntary moan escaped your lips and you arched your back ever so slightly into his hand. Immediately, you covered your mouth with both of your hands from shame. You had not been prepared to receive his touch so you couldn’t stifle the sound you made as a result. Nero blushed at the melodious sound and smiled softly, pride filling him as he watched your body come to life under his light touch.

It lit a fire in him. He had expected to mate with you again when he got back. He wanted to be inside your welcoming, tight body again. Feel your walls encase him and milk him like it did a few mere hours ago. He only left because he was afraid he couldn’t hold himself back from taking you again if he stayed. A fragile thing like you could not withstand the full onslaught of his desire, not without much practice. ‘Though, she did such an amazing job taking me into her body for our first time. I want to join with her again. I want to feel my little mate’s body sing for me–’

That’s when it suddenly dawned on him, he could get that from you. He could do that and it would be so very easy. He was a merman. He could just sing to you. There were different songs and pitches for different outcomes. He could easily put you in a trance so that your body would not feel the pain of his intrusion, only the intense pleasure he could offer you.

“Ah, the Euphoria song.” Nero Sol Nifan excitedly sat up and pulled his mate flushed against his chest.

"Nero," you whispered, your voice trembling, a mix of dread and a desperate attempt to understand. "What are you... what are you going to do?"

His eyes, usually a soft lavender, now held a cold, predatory gleam. "I'm going to show you, my mate," he murmured, his voice a low, hypnotic caress. "I'm going to show you the true power of our bond."

‘What— something feels wrong…’

He shifted, his body radiating an almost palpable energy. "We mermen," he began, his voice taking on a strange, melodic quality, "We have the gift of song that runs through our blood, through the very essence of the ocean itself."

"Song?" You echoed, a flicker of fear tightening your throat.

"Yes," he said, his smile widening, a chillingly beautiful expression. "A song that can make you feel only what I desire you to feel. A song that can make you forget everything but me." He paused, his gaze locking with yours, his eyes shimmering with an otherworldly light. “I am going to show you.”

A low, resonant hum began to emanate from him, a sound that seemed to vibrate through the very walls of the cave, through your very soul. The air shimmered, the water in the pool rippled, and a strange, almost intoxicating warmth spread through your body.

"No," you whispered, your voice barely audible, your mind reeling. "Please stop!"

"It's too late, my little mate" he murmured, his voice now a haunting melody, a siren's call in the depths of the ocean. "The song has already begun."

‘I don’t like this. Everything feels so fuzzy.’

The hum grew louder, weaving its way into your mind, a hypnotic rhythm that dulled your senses and clouded your thoughts. You felt a strange, irresistible pull, a surrender to the song, a blurring of the lines between resistance and a terrifying, unwelcome acceptance.

Nero's voice, now a melodic chant, filled the cave, echoing off the shimmering walls. It was a song of power, of possession, of a bond that could not be denied. And you, trapped in its seductive embrace, felt your will weaken, your fear for the creature before you morphing into a strange, unsettling anticipation. Your body swayed slightly from side to side as you tried to fight to regain control of yourself. But you were failing miserably. You knew that and worst of all, so did he.

His eyes, glowing with an almost supernatural intensity, held yours captive. "You are mine," he sang, his voice a hypnotic caress, a promise and a threat intertwined. "Mine to command, mine to cherish, mine to pleasure."

You fell forward onto the merman’s chest, your body no longer obeying your conscious commands. It responded only to the song, a primal awakening that defied your every instinct. You felt a heat rising within you, a desperate yearning that both terrified and thrilled you.

‘My head hurts. Everything hurts but everything feels so weird.’

Nero caught you effortlessly, one arm at your back and the other at her waist, pressing you to him, basking in your warmth. His nose caught your sweet scent again. More potent than the last time he took you, it sent a thrill down his spine. He continued to sing for you as his hand at your waist slid down the curve of your ass, gently squeezing it and earning himself a moan from his woman. Feeling emboldened by your sweet sounds, he ventured lower, hand traveling down to your most treasure place. And to his surprise, you were completely soaked. He held his hand up, admiring the clear fluid coating his fingers.

‘I had no idea that this song would be so… effective.’ Truly, he was in awe at the potency of the little spell he cast on you.

His touch, once a source of your fear and revulsion, now ignited a fire within you, a desperate hunger that consumed your senses. You moaned from the unwelcoming desire, as his fingers dipped back into your leaking honey pot, stroking the flame of your desire.

He lowered his head, his lips finding yours, capturing them in a kiss that was both possessive and intoxicating. You could taste the salt of the sea on his tongue as it delved into your mouth. You couldn’t help but return the kiss, finally surrendering to the song that bound you to him, a captive queen in a kingdom of lust and desire.

With a low groan, Nero lifted you, carrying you across the secluded pool to a place hidden behind a curtain of shimmering seaweed. The water, warm and inviting, enveloped you, soothing your aching body and further blurring the lines between reality and the dreamlike state the song had induced.

He laid you gently on a bed of soft moss, his eyes burning with hunger. Quicker than you registered, he pulled the sweater and shirt over your head, finally seeing your body its entirety. "You are so beautiful." he murmured, his voice rough with desire, a declaration and a command. "So perfectly mine.”

His hands found their way to your body again. Hard yet gentle fingers grazing over your pebbled nipple while his mouth attached to the other. You arched beneath his touch, a moan escaping your lips, a sound of pleasure and a terrifying surrender. Your hands gripped his long white tresses, keeping him there. He nipped at your skin, careful of his sharp teeth, wrapping his long tongue around it, alternating between sucking and flicking it. You loved it. Love how good he made you feel. Loved the way heat pooled in the pit of your stomach with every flick of his tongue. You were going to cum. You felt it. Never had you been so sensitive that just toying with your breasts would cause you to orgasm, yet, here you were.

Here you were with your breathtakingly gorgeous mate laying between your legs and suckling you while you rocked your hips against his waist, desperate for some friction. ‘I can’t stop moaning. It feels so good. My mate feels so good!’ And with that last thought, you came. Your empty hole clamping around nothing as the pleasure took you to a new high as your essence drenched his stomach.

Nero Sol Nifan pulled back to admire you. Your eyes were unfocused and glossy and your cheeks tinted with red as you pant like an animal, chest rising and falling with every breath. Your entire body carried a slight pink flush from the way he touched you. You looked so wanton, seductive to the point that he didn’t want to wait any longer to be inside of you.

“Mate, I am going to take you again. Do you hear me?”

You couldn’t respond, still panting heavily, instead you reached up to touch him and whined like a child when he was outside of your grasp. He got the hint and lowered his face close to yours with a small chuckle at how cute he thought you were in this moment. Once he was close enough, you circled your arms around his neck and pulled him into a hungry kiss. Your tongue invaded his mouth first, your teeth pulling at his lower lip. This was your answer.

Nero’s heart skipped a beat and he almost gasped from shock at your actions. Immediately, he kissed you back, putting his hand on the back of your neck and deepening the kiss as much as he rocked his scaled body against yours. You mewled, lifting your hips to meet his. He let you lead this kiss, let you take whatever you needed from him.

“Do you want me, little one? Do you want your mate to please you again? To fill you up as I did earlier?” He said in between kisses. You only moaned in response and he frowned before pulling away from you. You pouted and whined, reaching back out for him but he wasn’t having it. He gathered your wrists and pinned them to the sides of your head before continuing.

“Answer me, little one. I need to hear this. I need to know what you want.” His voice was hard when he said this. ‘I need to hear that you want me.’ He needed validation.

“I’m sorry! Don’t be mad at me. I’m sorry. I want you, I want my mate. So please just touch me more.” You looked as if you’d cried at the slightest sign of his rejection. He wasn’t touching you and he seemed so upset. You squirmed beneath him, trying to rock your hips against it, feeling the beginning of his cock escaping from his slit, rubbing your slick all over it. You were sorry for making him mad, you just wanted him to touch you again. Nero shuddered and groaned, bucking his hips, the tip of his cock catching at your entrance. He could die from how much he craved to fill you this moment.

“Such a desperate, needy little creature you are. Ah~ I’ll give you what you want. Tell me again. Say the words and you’ll have it.” His voice was strained.

“I want you! Please! I want you inside of me! I want my mate to fill me up.”

He entered you slowly, mindful of how crushingly tight your little cunt is. You cried out, a mixture of pain and pleasure as he stretched you.

“Still so tight…” he groaned out, hips retreating only to fill you again. You took him easier this time. The song had prepared your cunt so well that you had enough slick to properly accommodate his size. Though, the stretch you felt was still difficult to adjust to. Even with a lust hazed mind, you felt the burn of him splitting you open once again. He was giving you what you wanted so you could endure for him.

Thankfully you didn’t have to wait too long as the pain was quickly consumed by a wave of euphoria, a storm of sensation that washed over you, carrying you to new found desire. The effects of his song hijacking your mind, amplifying the pleasure and dulling the pain. You clung to him, your nails digging into his back, as he moved within you, his rhythm echoing the song that still pulsed through your veins, a haunting melody of obsession.

“Nero, Nero, Nero.” You same his name between moans and whimpers. You felt so full, so good but it wasn’t enough. His pace was too slow and you wanted more. You moved your hips out of sync with him, trying your best to make your need known.

“Nero… more.”

“Behave yourself, mate.” He grunted, taking hold of your hips and stilling you as he continued his slow pace. He would not allow you to injure yourself. He was already far too big for your tiny frame so despite your willingness, he will deny you until he deemed your cunt adjusted enough for him to move faster.

You pouted, looking up to your mate with pleading eyes. “Please mate.” You whined. “Don’t you want to go faster? You can. I can take it.” Nero couldn’t hold back the chuckle that escaped his lips. It filled him with a sense of satisfaction. He could feel the way you struggled to take him even through your begging.

“So pretty, little mate. It’s hard to deny you.”

“Then don’t.”

“Your body cannot handle that yet. Patience, I will give you what you want soon enough.” He brushed a strand of hair behind your ears and placed a kiss on your forehead. He mentally noted that the song was even more effective than he could have ever imagined. ‘Despite her body’s obvious discomfort, she is still begging. Still feeling so much pleasure that it's overriding her sense of survival. I’ll have to be the voice of reason during times like this.’

You slid your hands around his neck and pulled him to meet your lips, locking him a passionate kiss. “I can take you. I’ve taken you already, haven’t I? Would the goddess give me to you if I couldn’t?”

He smirked at your logic. It was sound but he would not give in to you. Not yet. “Sly little vixen. Be good and accept what I give you.” You pouted but it only a second before moaning as your mate rutted into you. It was slow but it felt incredible, even the pain felt wonderful. Every single cell in your body felt alive— felt euphoric. Even your finger buzzed with pleasure as you ran the tips of them over the broad back of the male above you. You gave a high pitched whine at particularly angled thrust and Nero paused his movement for a moment and took note. He hadn’t heard you make that sound before.

“This is the spot you like most?” He asked, not waiting for an answer as he drove back into you again, aiming for that soft spongy part inside of you. You arched up into him, crying out in pleasure and your nails digging into his neck as he steadily fucked you g-spot. Your body couldn’t even form words, no, all you could do was hold onto him and take everything.

Nero Sol Nifan smirked, feeling smug. His ego soaring at the sight of you bliss stricken beneath him. You had gotten impossibly wetter, slick overflowing, allowing him to thrust easier as he cock glided in and out of you smoothly.

“That's good. Very good little mate~” He groaned out, loving the way your walls trembled around him. ‘She’s getting close. Ugh, I will not last much longer.’ He knew it, he could feel himself starting to fade into his own haze of lust. He was losing himself.

“I’ll give you what you want now.”

As soon as these words were spoken, he slammed into you and you damn near screamed from the initial impact. It knocked the wind from you, not expecting the sudden pain as you clenched around him hard. His hips stuttered, mouth falling open and his eyes rolling back as he whimpered in pure ecstasy. You bit your lip at that sound, a thrill ran down your spine and straight to your core. It was so raw, so needy, so desperate. You wanted to hear it again, you needed to hear that sound again.

“Again. Nero Sol Nifan, again, please.”

He regained his composure quickly, he was going to give you exactly what you asked for, just like he promised. His large hands gripped your hips hard enough to leave marks as he set a bruising pace. It was brutal and almost abusive the way his length bullied your cervix but you adjusted quickly under the influence of his powerful song.

With each thrust, you felt the bond between you deepen, a connection that transcended species, a union that was both terrifying and a strange, unwelcome exhilaration. You were his, and he was yours, bound together in a dance of domination and a disturbing, unwilling surrender.

He whined and moaned as he pounded into your swollen little cunt. His creamy lavender eyes that were trained on your beautiful face were glossed over. His shimmering wet hair plastered to back and cheek with a prominent blush staining his face. He looked positively erotic, it was bewitching. It made you want to cum on the spot. Gods, you were extremely close. But from how sloppy his thrusts were becoming, how deep and full you felt him, how loud and broken his whines are, he was not too far away either.

“I’m going to breed you, mate.” His beautiful voice filtered through your mind. All you could do was moan and hold on to him as he spared you on his cock.

Your orgasm washed over you suddenly but eclipsing like a tidal wave. Overwhelming your senses to the point that all you could see was blinding white. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream, you arched up into his chest and you clamped down around him, quaking.

Nero released your waist, One arm encircling your back, pressing you against his. His other arm gripped the back of your neck, pulling you to him as he pressed his lips to yours in a hungry kiss. His tongue tangled with yours, easily dominating you and stealing your breath away. He groaned, pistoning his cock inside of you, using your body like a fleshlight and fucking you through your orgasm.

He pulled back from the kiss, allowing you to catch your breath as you came down from your high, going limp in his arms from exhaustion. You almost feel yourself blacking out, darkness creeping into your vision. Nero nips your lip hard, drawing blood. He wanted you to be alert and responsive. You wince, clinging to consciousness.

“Be a good mate and receive my brood well.” He gasped out between moans. Those were his last words before he slammed into your cervix one last time, spilling his load and filling you up with hot ropes of semen. A low, guttural groan escaped his lips, and you felt a surge of raw, primal energy that coursed through your body, leaving you trembling and weak, a captive in his embrace.

You felt something different, something more. This time there was something else, something pushing against the opening of your uterus. You start to squirm in his grasp and begin pushing against his chest. He barely noticed your struggle, too caught up with riding out his orgasm and trying to implanting you with his eggs.

‘She’s awakening from the song. No matter, it's already too late.’

“Relax and open up for me.” He commanded.

“What are you doing? That hurts, you dick! Stop pushing so deep!” You fussed. You pounded his chest, flailed your legs and yelled at him to stop but he didn’t listen. He instead tightened his grip on you, holding you tight and he pushed harder against your womb until he finally forced an egg through. He pumped his length into you, injecting egg after egg past the resistant opening of your womb. ‘Is he trying to push his dick into my damn uterus?! God, that hurts!’ You bit your lip and seeth from the pain of the intrusion. Nero on the other hand sighed in relief after emptying the last of his offspring into you before withdrawing his flaccid member from your core.

He collapsed beside you, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "It is complete." he whispered, his lips finding yours in a possessive kiss, a final declaration. You let him, the effects of everything finally taking hold.

"You are mine, forever."

You lay in his arms, your body still thrumming with the aftershocks of pleasure, your mind a haze of confusion and a chilling, unwanted surrender. You were simply too worn out to fight this losing battle any further. The echoes of the "Euphoria song" still vibrated beneath your skin, just barely, though you regained most of your autonomy, the fuzzy feeling was a sickening reminder of your violation.

As the artificial haze receded, a chilling feeling of dread crashed down onto you. Your body ached, throbbing as you replayed the events of the last hour.

Nero watched you, his expression a disturbing mix of triumph and tenderness that made you want to vomit. ‘He dared to look so… so damn happy after all he’s taken from me?’ He reached out, his webbed fingers brushing against your arm as you both lay, facing each other, sending shivers of revulsion through you.

"You carry my seed now, mate." he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction, a low rumble that resonated through the cave. "Our bond has grown even stronger now."

Y/n flinched violently, recoiling from his touch as if burned. ‘What..?’ You curled into herself on the damp moss bed, your arms wrapped tightly around your abdomen, a futile attempt to shield yourself from the growing horror that threatened to take over. ‘That’s what that new pain was? He was putting something inside of me..?’ Realization came down on you like a ton of bricks.

"No," she whispered, the word barely audible, a broken plea against an impossible reality. "No, this can't be happening."

Nero's brow furrowed, a flicker of confusion and annoyance crossing his features. "But it is. It is the natural consequence of our union. Do not fear, any children from our union will be powerful. They will be revered Just as I am."

“I don’t want your child!” You screamed.

‘Children.’ he thought, a flicker of cruel anticipation in his chest. ‘Not child. Children. She doesn't know. Not yet. She is too distressed to realize. My kind lay many eggs and I am the strongest. I have ensured a plentiful harvest.’

Y/n's voice rose, cracking with fury and a desperate, raw pain that clawed at her throat. Tears streamed down her face, hot and unwelcome. "You did this to me," she said, her body shaking with sobs. "You took away so much, and now… now I'm carrying your… your parasite." The word felt ugly and true.

Nero's eyes hardened, any semblance of tenderness vanishing. "Our offspring are not parasites. They are our children. They are a part of you, whether you want to acknowledge it or not. You will cherish them, mate. You will love them as I love you." His voice brooked no argument. You never even caught on to his use of they or them, far too distracted by the current situation.

‘She will be happy, eventually. She will see. A large family… it will bind her to me forever. She will have no time to think of escape, no room in her heart for that dead world.’

“Love?” Y/n spat the word, your body convulsing with sobs. You pushed yourself up, legs trembling, and stumbled towards the edge of the water pitifully. The vast, dark expanse seemed less terrifying than the life growing within your body. You meant it when you said that you’d rather die than have this creature’s child.

"Let me go. Please, take me back home." Tears flowed freely from your eyes, but you pleaded with him one last time even though you knew his answer.

Nero moved with swift, predatory grace, like a servant, dragging himself between you and the water, blocking your path. His hand clamped around your arm, his strength a brutal reminder of your captivity. He understood your pathetic implication and made sure you could not follow through.

"You will not harm our offspring, mate. And you will not harm yourself." His voice was low, a dangerous growl that echoed the possessiveness in his eyes.

‘I will not let her harm them. They are our precious children and they will keep her here with me forever.’

"I can't do this," Y/n choked out, struggling weakly against his hold. "I can't carry your child. It's a… a constant reminder…" The words failed her, choked by a fresh wave of despair.

Nero's grip tightened, his jaw clenching. He pulled her back towards the moss bed, his touch firm, leaving no room for protest. "You will. You are strong, mate. You will carry them, and you will bear them." The possessive emphasis on the last word was chilling.

‘She will see. She will love them. She will love me. And when she holds them in her arms… when she sees their faces… she will forget about that surface world. She will forget everything but us.’

You crumbled onto the moss, your body wracked with sobs that seemed to tear at your very soul. The realization of your pregnancy was a new, horrifying level of entrapment, binding you to Nero Sol Nifan with invisible chains forging an unwanted future. The fragile hope you had clung to, the faint possibility of escape, seemed to flicker and die, extinguished by the weight of her unwanted burden.

Nero watched you, his expression unreadable, a disturbing mix of satisfaction and cold determination. He might have registered your distress, but his obsession overshadowed any flicker of empathy. He saw only the continuation of his lineage, the cementing of their bond, oblivious to the profound and irreversible damage he had inflicted. You lying curled up in despair, the unwanted seed taking root within. Nero standing guard near you, a possessive sentinel over his captive and the future he had forced upon you.

You stayed in the fetal position, the weight of everything that has transpired feeling like a physical manifestation of her captivity. Every offense— another lock placed on your cage. When you finally manage to calm yourself and speak again, you voice hollow as you fix your gaze on the cave wall.

"Why me?"

Nero's gaze is intense, bordering on frantic. He could hear the change in your voice and it set him on edge. He moves closer, his movements less fluid now, more urgent. He stops a short distance away, his eyes scanning your small face, as if ensuring You are still there. He wanted to comfort you but hesitated.

"Why did you choose me?" Y/n repeats, her voice barely a whisper.

"Because," He says, his voice strained, raw with an emotion that borders on panic, "I suffered for many decades, a living hell of unending noise without you. But more than that… I knew you were mine the moment I touched you. My soul recognized you in an instant. Merfolk— we are not like your kind. We are given one mate. One soul split in half, shared with our destined partner. One heart to beat in rhythm with our own."

He moved to lay in front of your curled up frame, his eyes pleading, desperate, though you didn’t look at him. "I loved you before I met you. I love you even more now. When I touched you, the silence… it overcame me. It was the first time I knew peace— the first time I knew sanity since I gained this power. It was the first breath I truly took in all these years. You are my peace, yes. But you are also… everything. My heart. My sanity. My reason for living."

His gaze drops to your abdomen, a satisfied smile gracing his face. "And now… you carry my offspring. My only child. The continuation of my very being. You are inextricably linked to my existence, little mate, to my survival."

"Without you… without you, the noise will return. I know it will. But it will be worse because I’ve experienced immense happiness now. And with that noise… the rage. The madness.” He gritted his teeth not wanting to think of the possibility of what it would truly be like to lose you. “I will tear this world apart, if you are taken from me. I will become a force of destruction the world has yet to see, and then when every creature has felt my suffering, I will come for you. Even if death is the only way to reunite with you. We are bound. Your life is tied to mine in ways you cannot comprehend. Nothing will stop me from finding you." A shiver runs down your spine at his declaration.

His hand reaches out, cupping her face, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the desperate intensity in his eyes. "You are my everything, little mate. My beginning and my end. I will keep you safe— I must keep you safe with me. Because without you… there is only oblivion."

The End~

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ᡣ Unexpected Encounter, But Fated To Meet 𐭩

Summary: realizing that your parents were struggling with financials, you decided to help them by taking up on a part-time job in a small Cafe in order to support them, including yourself. At first, it went surprisingly well—with you heading to the Cafe after school on a specific day, start working until the sun sets, and when your shift ends, you clock out. But one day, someone you knew from school had accidentally found you working, making you anxious at first. This became the worst moment in your life—! ...Or did it?

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As the clock continued to tick with each passing moments, serving as a reminder that school was about to end soon for today, students were busy preparing to get home by tidying up their personal belongings and putting them into their bags. This way, they would only need to wait for the school bell to ring, and then go home right away.

Some were already planning to get home right away, choosing to spend the rest of the day by lounging in the house—while others preferred to hang out with their friends first, spending time together in a destinated location or working on group projects, so that they would have loads of free times on the weekends, etc.

But you, you already had a place to go to—from the moment junior year had started for you, you already had a scheduled plan in mind on where to go on this specific day.

You were going to work; as a part-time barista.

"(Name), let's hang out!" One of your friends called for you from a distance, standing next to the others who were still busy putting in their belongings as the rest of the students started scrambling out of the door, the school bell already ringing to give them the final cue that they needed to hear.

Checking your bag one more time to ensure that you wouldn't leave something behind in the class, your head turned to look over at the mention of your name, seeing your friends looking at you with smiles plastered on their faces, expecting for you to agree to their plan.

As much as you wanted to agree and spend time with your close friends after school, you didn't let the idea of hanging out to deter you from the original plan that you had already set up on what you're about to do after school.

With a guilty smile, you zipped your bag before slinging it over your shoulders, turning to move and approach your friends. "Sorry guys, I can't. I already have a plan that I'm about to do today after school." You explained, hoping that they would understand, considering that you would often excused yourself from doing any activities after school on this specific day.

Your friends gave eachother momentary glances, before their attentions diverted back to you. "Aww, you're busy again?" One of them decided to say, the same girl that had asked you to hangout with them. You could sense the disappointment from her tone, as well as the others' faces upon hearing the same excuse that you would always say almost everytime.

With a breathy chuckle, you apologized again for the inconvenience. "Sorry..." You mumbled, before most of them let out a sigh, feeling disappointed that you weren't going to be there for their hangout again. Nonetheless, they nodded. "It's fine. You're always busy on this day anyway, so it's not a surprise." Your friend reassured, before smiling.

"But don't forget to leave some free times for us in your schedule aside from today!" She told you, to which you nodded. "Don't worry, I will." You assured, confident that you would get to spend time with them aside from today.

Adjusting the straps of your bag, you looked at your friends with another smile, before walking passed by them, not forgetting to give them a proper farewell. "Well then, I'll be going now!" You announced, waving them a goodbye.

They reciprocated your action with their owns, waving you a goodbye and wishing that you would be safe along the road. "Okay, stay safe, (Name)!" One of them exclaimed, before seeing your figure walked out of the door, leaving them to their own accords in the empty classroom.

"...Do you think that (Name) secretly has a boyfriend?" One of them decided to bring up the topic out of nowhere, whispering to the others before all of them started to indulge themselves by figuring out the truth behind your tight schedule. "Or a girlfriend, maybe?"

"What? No way! Maybe— but why bring that up?"

"I won't be surprised if they do. They're always busy on this day everytime."

"Who knows? maybe they are secretly going on dates with their lover behind our backs. That's why they always say no whenever we ask them to spend time with us after school."

"Woah, wait— but that would be cruel though! If that's true, why would they choose to hide it from us and secretly go on dates with their lover without our knowledge?!"

"Everyone has personal stuff that they would much prefer be hidden away from others to avoid unnecessary conflicts—including them. Who are we to judge?"

"Haha, she's right!" One of them who had been quiet decided to acknowledge, agreeing with the friend who gave words of wisdom.

"Although, now I'm itching to follow them—to see if you're right."

"No. Well, yes— I do too, but let's just wait and see if we're actually right or not in the end to confirm our theory, okay?"

"Finee..." Most of them proceeded to say at the same time, before they changed the topic to the plan they were about to do after this, acting as if they didn't just create a wild assumption about you.

Despite the misunderstanding that your friends had assumed about you, thinking that you actually had a lover without their knowledge—you continued to walk by the roadside with a firm but casual manner, unaware of what was going on at school between your friends.

One thing's for certain though; you were about to head to work, to your part-time job.

Opening the door to the Cafe, the little bell above it chimed soundly, signalling to everyone in the room that someone had just came in; you.

The employees who noticed you decided to greet you with smiles plastered on their faces—feeling pleased that you had arrived. Most of them being older than you, but you didn't mind, since you're only here to work on a specific time due to your role as a highschool student.

Reciprocating their kind actions, you waved a hand to them with a smile, feeling more upbeat than ever to start working after they greeted you with opened arms. You had always viewed them as parental figures, due to their ages being far bigger than you. To be honest, it felt nice working with them, since they're more experienced when it comes to working in a Cafe—that way, you can always rely on them if you ever need any help, regarding your duty as a young worker here.

Entering a room specifically for employees, you changed your school uniform to the uniform that you had to wear in order to blend in with the others. After you're done, you walked out of the room to help the others by cleaning the place and preparing stocks in order to not be out of products, before you walked behind the counter; expecting for your first customer to enter the room.

"...(Name)? How rare! I didn't expect to see you here." Someone exclaimed from across the counter, their voice being far too familiar for you to assume that it was just some regular customer. You were busy checking the money in the cash register to notice who it was at first—but at the mention of your name, your head instinctively looked up, wondering who the person was.

Which left you baffled.

Standing across from you, there was a white-haired boy, appearing to be in the same age as you, his aquamarine eyes being one of the visible characteristics that would always leave people to be mesmerized when they got the chance to look into them from a close distance. His broad shoulders in tact, as well as his height being taller than an average man, making his presence to be known when he entered the room.

But most importantly; his smile. The same smile that would make people be relaxed everytime they got the chance to see it, letting their guard down in the bask of his positive nature.

The smile that you're all too familiar with.

Phainon.

Your eyes widened when you noticed who the person was, feeling a rush of panic tumbling down on you, in fear of someone you know finding out that you're working behind school's gates—not that it actually mattered.

"...Phainon?! What— what are you doing here...?" Your words came out in an abrupt tone, due to the sheer shock after realizing that one of your classmates from school had now seen you in your working garments, acting as a barista.

Your question caught Phainon off guard, not expecting for you to ask something like that, making him to raise an eyebrow at you. "What am I doing here? What are you doing here?" He chuckled, tilting his head. "I didn't expect for someone like you to be working here, (Name)." He commented, crossing his arms with amusement, deciding to indulge himself by teasing you once in a while.

However, when he noticed the anxious look coming from the way your expression fidgeted, he chuckled again, deciding to drop the idea, for now. "Don't worry, I come in peace. I just wasn't expecting to see you of all people to be here, (Name)." He continued, looking at you with his usual signature smile, albeit wider. "Do your parents own this place? Or are you actually working here?" He decided to inquire, not being able to hide his questions to himself, since this moment was too good of a coincidence to let it slip by from his grasp.

After you managed to calm yourself, you shook your head, which made Phainon intrigued. "No, I'm... Yes, I'm actually working here." You admitted, couldn't help but tap your foot behind the counter to express your nervous system. "My parents are low on money, so I wanted to take up on a part-time job in order to support them, including myself, since I want to go to college." You explained in a low tone, hands behind your back, gaze focused toward anything else beside the boy in front of you.

Phainon noticed the way you expressed your nervousness, but he decided to not divulge the matter, choosing to respect your boundary. Nodding, he brought his arms down. "I see. College, huh? Well, with those reasons, it's no wonder why you decided to take up on a part-time job." He acknowledged, nodding again with his eyes closed. "Though, out of every jobs I could think of—I didn't expect for you to be working as a cashier here." He commented, wanting to talk with you more.

Hearing his comment, your gaze shifted back to him, mouth hung open at the assumption before you shook your head again. "Ah, no... I'm actually a barista, but I sometimes help my senior colleagues whenever they're busy with something, by helping them clean the Cafe or being a cashier." You corrected him, one of your hands moving as you explained.

Your correction toward his comment made Phainon more intrigued, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Barista, huh? Interesting." He murmured, before glancing at somewhere else, noticing that you were the only one standing behind the counter. "Then, could I trouble you to take up my order? Since you're the only one here right now." He asked, taking this opportunity to have his order be made by you.

Not seeing through his underlying intention, you nodded, smiling genuinely now. You were pretending to be a cashier right now, after all, but also a barista at the same time. "Of course! What would you like to order?" You exclaimed, one of your hands reaching out to take one small note and a pen in order to take his order.

Fingers under his chin, Phainon decided to order what he wanted. "I'll have a..." You kept your eyes peeled to the note in your hand, as you scribbled the words that he said, unaware of the other's gaze as he observed you being so focused in your job. Cute.

After you're done, you tore your gaze away from it to look up. "Alright, your order will be ready in about a few minutes. Please sit anywhere you'd like while I make them." You confirmed his order, continuing to smile at him.

He reciprocated your smile with his own, nodding his head. "Appreciate it." He replied, turning around to find a seat that would be comfortable for himself. But, just as he started walking, he looked over his shoulder to steal a glance at you—who was busy preparing his order, too focused to notice his sneaky look, but he smiled, nonetheless.

Maybe, he should come back to this Cafe again from time to time—just so he could watch you work and strike up a conversation with you in order for both of you to get closer with eachother.

Cleaning the tables, you were preparing to head back home after your shift ended, making sure to not make it late at night since you weren't allowed by the manager to work until that period of time, due to your role as a student.

Unbeknownst to you, someone had been watching you from his seat, not moving an inch—but you were still too dedicated in your job to notice that his presence was still lingering in the Cafe. Just as you finished sweeping the floor, you turned around to change uniform; preparing to head home.

Phainon, who had been watching you from afar from the start, took the last sip from his drink before smiling, deciding to get up from his seat when he noticed that you were about to clock out from your shift.

This was his chance.

"Are you finished?" He questioned, appearing out of nowhere in front of you, which ended up making you startled, not expecting for him to still be in the Cafe. You were already changed into your school uniform, matching with his own set of ones. It would be an understatement if Phainon's sudden presence didn't make your heart almost leaped out of your body.

"P-phainon!" You blurted out, one of your hands clutching your chest at his sudden presence, catching you by surprise. "Why are you— you were here all this time...?" You murmured, not expecting for him to surprise you for the second time today. Phainon, who noticed you getting startled due to his presence, chuckled in a guilty manner.

"Ah, sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." He apologized, hands in his pockets, before diverting his attention back to your question. "Why, yes. I was wondering when are you going to clock out from your shift." He mentioned, looking down to take in your school uniform. "Are you heading home now?" He asked, before his voice took a softer turn. "...Want to go home together? I can accompany you there, to your house—if you'd like." He offered, hoping that you would accept.

Was he being obvious regarding his intentions? Yes. Would he prefer to let this chance slip by in order to maintain his dignity? Of course not.

"Huh? Oh— no, it's fine. You don't have to." You declined, waving your hand. "I don't want to end up burdening you. Besides, my house is a bit far from our school." You added, knowing that you would have to pass by your school again if you want to get home, so you didn't want to end up dragging Phainon along—who lives in god knows where. You expected that he would understand and go home now, but you ended up underestimating the guy's effort.

"Nonsense! I insist." He exclaimed, closing his eyes with a huge smile. "I don't know if you knew this, but my house is actually close to yours." He suddenly mentioned, opening his eyes again. "I've always seen you walking home whenever I'm hanging out with my friends in our neighborhood, so I ended up assuming that your house is probably closer to mine than I expected." He explained, tilting his head before continuing.

"Which also means that we can walk home together! So? You up for it?" He asked again, feeling his smile becoming wider when he realized that there was no way you were about to decline his offer again, leaning a bit closer to you in order to showcase how eager he was to walk home with you, giving you a look that would make you hesitate to decline.

He looked like a puppy, you thought to yourself.

Shaking your head at the subconscious thought, you felt your cheeks heat up a little at how close his face was, but not close enough to make you uncomfortable. He must be so eager to walk home with you, judging by how he didn't back down when you declined his offer at first. Keeping your composure maintained, you gave up on trying to decline.

Nodding your head, you agreed to his offer, making him very pleased. "Great! I knew you'd come around." He claimed, before backing up to give you some space. "Well then... let's go." He said, keeping his hands in his pockets in order to hide how they kept fidgeting due to the rush of excitement building up.

In the end, you and Phainon decided to converse with eachother on the way home, walking passed by your school in order to get to your houses. The more you two talked to pass the time, the more you felt that your bond with him had become closer than it used to. Phainon must've felt this too—which is why he kept smiling as he matched your pace, enjoying both of your conversation.

What was once normal classmates who barely talked—turned into something more. You felt your lips curved up, feeling a new friendship had been formed with the white-haired boy.

Unbeknownst to you, it was something far more than just friendship. But you don't need to know that now, do you?

#phainon x reader #phainon x you #hsr phainon #phainon honkai star rail #phainon #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #honkai x reader #honkai x you #hsr #honkai star rail #honkai sr #fluff #honkai star rail x gender neutral reader

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mind-intheclouds342 · 9 months ago

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A new ladder - Reader x Curly

Previous - Part 5 - Next

"This looks like a funeral home!"

You said, clapping, alarming Curly who had barely woken up about ten minutes ago.

You started to open the curtains to let some light in and turned on the television, looking for a channel that plays music instead of news.

You smiled when you found one with music you like and were ready to go prepare breakfast, but you almost fell from the shock when you saw Curly.

"Hey-!... You got up on your own..." you mentioned, holding your chest.

Curly: "Ah... Yes, I made coffee but... I couldn't serve it, it's still in the coffee maker... Do you do that every day?"

"...You have a very, very deep sleep, in case you didn't know..."

You kept staring at him, not taking your eyes off him as you slowly walked to grab the coffee pot to pour the coffee into two cups.

Curly: "What do you want to do today?"

You raised an eyebrow as you thought of a response.

"There's an amusement park in the city, how does that sound?"

Curly: "Sounds good" he nodded.

You gave him a smile and pushed him a little, making him lose his balance and have to hold onto the table to avoid falling.

"Impossible, you're going to fall apart if we go there. We need to practice your walking and how to use your new limbs."

Curly: "What do you recommend then?" he asked, finally standing up with some difficulty.

"Let's go for a jog!" She patted his back, ready to prepare something to add to breakfast.

After eating, they both changed into clothes, some for training.

Curly noticed how loose his clothes had become due to the loss of muscle.

"Later I can adjust it if you like, is it very uncomfortable for you?"

You approached him to check it.

Curly: "I'm worried that my pants will fall down."

"Look how easy that is to fix"

You went to get thread and a needle to make a hem on the waistband of the pants and you put a few stitches in the hem to make it snug.

"Done, I'll adjust it properly another day, now let's go, let's go"

First, you took a drive to a less busy area; you didn't want him to feel uncomfortable with the attention of people passing by on the road.

"It's great that you can stand up and walk, do you think it's okay to try climbing up to that sign?"

Curly: "Or course. I can do it"

"Oh, someone is enthusiastic?"

You laughed and got ready next to him to start jogging, he lagged behind for a few seconds but then took a few steps.

You quickly returned when you heard he had fallen to help him get back on his feet.

You repeated that action several times, but you got worried when he fell and his face hit the ground directly.

"Hey, maybe jogging was too ambitious, we can walk through the forest here."

He stood up with your help, head down, annoyed for not being able to do something he used to do every day a while ago.

"You didn't hurt yourself, did you? "Let me see"

You slowly removed the mask he was wearing to check it, and they were startled by the scream of a child, just as a mother with her child was passing by.

Curly immediately turned to the other side so the child wouldn't have to see it while the woman gestured apologetically, carrying her son and quickly leaving the place.

"They're gone now" you said, patting his shoulder.

Curly: "I know... That i must look really bad... "

"Hey, don't think too much about it, come on, let's take a walk to clear your mind, okay?"

You took the sleeve of his jacket to pull him with you, delving into the forest and walking along the already marked path.

He stood there watching as you held onto his clothes, and saw the prosthesis, how crude it was in shape, being made only to be functional and not aesthetic.

I would like to hold her hand...

He thought while still focused on your hand, and you turned to look at him when his prosthetic touched your forearm, strangely it felt like a caress.

When he realized what he had done, he got nervous.

Curly: "I'm sorry—I didn't mean to scare you."

"No, no, no problem, I should have let you go. You must have felt really bad being pulled."

You said, smiling as you let go of his clothes, but that made him even more depressed.

You continued walking until you felt a tug on your jacket, looking at the man in confusion.

Curly: "...I have better balance if I hold onto you"

"Mm? Do you think you can keep up with me?"

You smiled with a hint of mischief as you walked slowly at first, and with each step, you increased your speed, making Curly follow you at the same pace, without letting go of your jacket.

And within a few minutes, both were jogging in sync, your legs even moving in perfect harmony.

You ran the entire forest trail until you returned to the starting point, both laughing, very excited about Curly's rapid progress.

They took a break to drink some water and rest a bit, sitting on the hood of the car.

Curly: "I missed this..."

"Did you use to exercise a lot?"

Curly: "Yes, it was one of my hobbies, exercising, lifting weights, jogging, I had my own routine, it was nice."

"You were athletic too, mm, you sounded like the perfect man," you stretched before getting up.

He remained thinking about your words, sighing as he remembered that he would never be that man again.

Curly: "Yeah... someone cool, right?"

"Not for me. Routines aren't bad, but ugh they make me sick, perfect people, they seem like robots programmed to do the same thing until they die. Everything they do seems so good, they eat healthy, exercise, work, study, but it just ends up being a cycle because... they don't aspire to anything else, you know?"

You shrugged as you opened the door of your car.

"Because... what's the point of reaching the top if you're not going to keep climbing something higher?"

He felt that for a moment, his entire world had stopped; he could only hear the beating of his heart, and everything else was just silence.

He opened his mouth to say something, but only a sigh escaped, lost in your silhouette before him, who only hoped you would get in the car so you could go home together.

When you honked the horn, you brought him out of his trance.

"Are you going to get in or are you going to run to home?" you asked, smiling.

I knew well that you were capable of leaving it there, so he quickly climbed up next to your seat.

#mouthwash #mouthwashing #mouthwashing game #mouthwashing x reader #curly mouthwashing #captain curly #captain curly x reader #mouthwashing curly #curly x reader

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mysteryshoptls · 7 months ago

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SSR Jade Leech - Room Relaxation Vignette

"Happy Birthday"

[Mostro Lounge]

Jade: …I see. I've grasped the information you've just brought me. I shall inform Azul about it immediately.

Jamil: Seriously. Why'd I have to be the one stuck coming all the way to the Mostro Lounge to deliver the Headmage's message?

Jade: Heh, my sincerest apologies. I'm afraid our esteemed manager likes to scold us if we are on our phones during work.

Jamil: And what's that manager of yours doing, anyway? If I could've just been able to get in contact with him, I wouldn't have had to come all the way here.

Jade: He is conducting business in the VIP Room. I'm sure he's turned off his phone so as to not be rude to his guest.

Jade: Although, I suppose it's a shame. I rather would have had you come tomorrow instead of today, Jamil-san.

Jamil: Tomorrow? Is there something going on tomorrow? …No, nevermind. Forget I asked.

Jade: ACTUALLY, YOU SEE! It is our birthday tomorrow.

Jamil: Whew. I was a little worried as to what it could've been… But yeah, I guess it is your guys' birthday tomorrow.

Jamil: Good thing I came today, then.

Jamil: Who knows what'd you two'd be bugging me about if I actually came on the day of.

Jade: I would never bug you… I would have been content with a simple birthday greeting.

Jamil: Yeah, sure. Though I'm pretty sure your brother wouldn't let me slide with just a few words.

Jamil: Maybe I should prepare something ahead of time before things get dicey… Alright then, I'll be heading back now.

Jamil: Thanks for passing on the message to Azul. And… Have a good birthday.

Jade: Of course, thank you very much.

Jade: We look forward to serving you again. Please return home safely.

Jade: Phew, it seems all the customers have finally left. Today was yet another successfully busy day.

Jade: Now then, everyone, I leave cleaning of the lounge to you all. I'll go take stock of inventory…

[Octavinelle Student A appears]

Jade: Oh? I'm pretty sure your duty station was in the kitchen was it not? You should be starting to close everything down, why are you here in the lounge?

Jade: Floyd should be in the kitchen today, as well. Don't come to me if you've made him ang... [Octavinelle Student A speaks] Eh? Floyd got bored and left?

Jade: Well then, I suppose I'll head towards the kitchen. I'll leave it to all of you to finish cleaning the lounge.

[Octavinelle Dorm – Jade's Room]

[Floyd speaks]

Jade: Ah, Floyd. Because you left as you did, the kitchen was in such disarray.

[Floyd speaks]

Jade: …Oh my, you saw through me immediately.

Jade: Everyone finished their tasks quite efficiently after I kindly spoke with them.

[Floyd speaks]

Jade: Heh, it seems I'll be able to take my time to enjoy my little hobbies today. I'll have to be quick with my shower.

Jade: Now…

Jade: What should I start with tonight?

[Octavinelle Dorm – Jade's Room]

Jade: First, I'll check up on my terrariums… Ah no, the moss is starting to dry out.

Jade: I should water it well. I'll pour some water into the spray bottle, and…

[spray, spray]

Jade: …This looks fine enough. The moss is looking good and moist.

Jade: It looks almost completely different from when it was dried up… Fufu, I don't think I could ever get tired of observing moss like this.

Jade: …......

Jade: …AH, WH-WHAT'S THIS!?

Jade: The rock that I had been carefully observing for so long… It's covered in some green substance that I'm sure wasn't there this morning!

Jade: This color, this shape…!! It looks very similar to what I saw on page 487 of my Moss Encyclopedia.

[slams book open]

Jade: "When dry, the fronds become as spindly as thread; when moist, they take on a unique appearance."

Jade: "This moss is exceedingly rare, and as such the exact location and environment most suitable for growth is not well known."

Jade: Aah… As I expected…! It was absolutely worth observing this flora, without knowing if it was even a type of moss or not.

Jade: Look here, Floyd! I've obtained a rare species of moss!

[Floyd flips a page in his book]

Jade: He's… Reading, I see. It is a shame that I cannot share this exciting occasion with him, but I suppose I shouldn't press it today.

Jade: It would truly be regrettable if I brought about his ire and he damaged this rare specimen in the process.

Jade: Oh yes, I cannot just leave it like this. I should take a picture and jot down its information in my notebook!

Jade: Ah, right, I suppose I should fill this out while I am at my desk, as well.

「Survey on Quality of Life Improvements for the Student Body」

Jade: Quality of life improvements, hm… I think I would wish for a more suitable environment to raise my terrariums.

Jade: Just because a place is suitable for humans to live in, that does not mean that plants or moss will thrive in the same way.

Jade: I've had plants wither away in the shade without knowing that they require a location bathed in sunlight…

Jade: I've even had mushrooms grow from the moss simply because the temperature and humidity were too high…

Jade: That incident was the absolute worst.

Jade: When I returned to my room, the mushroom spores had spread so fervently that the terrarium was completely unsalvageable…

Jade: The cause of that disaster was painfully apparent. It was all due to the fact that I could not control the temperature, humidity, nor the necessary daylight in my room.

Jade: In order to resolve such issues, it would be best to ensure everyone has their own room, regardless of year…

Jade: Or, at the very least, I'd like it if we could partition the rooms completely.

Jade: If only because there was one time that I had purchased a large humidifier, but Floyd broke it, saying he hated how muggy it made the room.

Jade: If we were able to have our individual spaces, then I could install a humidifier, a heater, or even add more windows to regulate natural light… AH!

Jade: Right, Octavinelle is located underwater, so we would also have to take into account levels of salt in the air.

Jade: I'll put "The buildings should be reinforced to be resistant to salt pollution." …Or perhaps I should just request that the whole dormitory be protected by a stronger layer of magic…

Jade: …Hm, there isn't much space to write my response on this survey. I even had to fully utilize the reverse side of the paper.

Jade: If I were able to provide a better environment for the moss to thrive in, then we should be able to increase their number and spread them even further. Heh, and thus my dreams are spread further.

[Octavinelle Dorm – Jade's Room]

Jade: …..

[Jade's eyes snap open]

Jade: It seems I've awoken before my alarm today, as well.

Jade: I'm sure Floyd won't wake for some time, so I should go and freshen up while I can.

[Octavinelle Dorm – Washroom]

Jade: It stays unruly even if I wet it… Haah, it seems my bedhead today is a stubborn foe.

Jade: I'll leave fixing my hair until the end, so for now, I should focus on my makeup routine.

Jade: The most important thing to take into account is protecting my skin from the sun. Sunscreen is to be applied evenly everywhere… Ah, yes, and I cannot forget my ears, either.

Jade: After that, I'll do my eye makeup, and apply a lip balm with further sunscreen protection…

Jade: Now, we get down to this unruly hair… I'll turn on the hair iron…

Jade: I'll grab the end of the length by my ear and move the flat iron down towards my fingertips while trying to give it a light curl.

Jade: …

Jade: …It came out too straight.

Jade: I thought I had twisted the end properly… I suppose I did not curl it enough. I'll try again…

Jade: …This time the strands are too springy, I must have added too much of a curl.

Jade: It seems my opponent is a fierce one this morning… How fascinating. I shall meet them head on.

Jade: After all, making a proper "J" is a difficult task… One that I find extremely worthwhile!

[Octavinelle Dorm – Jade's Room]

Jade: After fixing my hair, next is my usual… Wonderful, everything has come out perfectly.

Jade: Not a single wrinkle to be found. Ahh… I do love to see freshly ironed shirts in the morning.

Jade: I can feel my own mood slowly get better with each wrinkle smoothed out of my clothes.

Jade: Now, I just need to iron my handkerchief.

Jade: A black handkerchief, without any embroideries. A gentleman's elegance.

Jade: Now then, it is still rather early… I should head towards the dormitory lounge and enjoy a cup of tea by myself.

Jade: It might be nice to try some of the tea leaves that I've received recently today. After all, it is my birthday.

[Main Street]

Jade: Good morning, Jamil-san. What a coincidence, running into you in a place like this.

Jamil: How is it a coincidence? We're sophomores on our way to class, so it wouldn't be strange to meet up like this.

Jade: …

Jamil: What's with that look?

Jamil: Yeah, I know. Happy Birthday. …You just wanted to hear me say that, right?

Jade: Heheh, thank you. Just from hearing your well wishes, I think today will end up being a wonderful day.

Requested by @thelonepearl and @sakurakudo.

#twisted wonderland #twst #jade leech #jamil viper #floyd leech #twst jade #twst jamil #twst floyd #twst translation #twst birthday #mention: azul #mention: crowley

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pressureplus · 1 year ago

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Hihii! Hope your all doing well

Could you please do human Sebastian Headcannons where it’s his or our birthday and writhed we get him something or we get him something?? My birthday was yesterday n I think this’ll be cute <3

Remember to take breaks <3

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Hi! We're doing good, thank you for asking ❤️ (We get our breaks by taking turns making stuff, so don't worry too much about that)

It's a day late, but happy birthday, Anon! I hope it was a good one!

Birthday Wishes

Pairings: Sebastian Solace x GN!Reader

Au: Classic

Warnings: N/A

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Everything has to be perfect. As perfect as it can possibly be from a place like this.

He's made sure to send Y/N out on a supply run he's hoping is going to take quite a while, needing some extra time to prepare for something he's making out to be a big event.

As much as he hates sending his dumb little diver anywhere without either going with them or watching them, he's taken a great deal of caution in getting them supplied and assuring the halls were not active today... Sebastian has well enough ferryman tokens in stock to bribe and barter with should anything happen, worse case scenario.

Shaking his head, he attempts to get rid of those paranoid tendencies so he can finish hanging up the streamers. The bastard fish had been awfully mean to Y/N this morning trying to throw them off so they wouldn't catch any hints for the surprises he's planned. The experiment still is not the best with putting that guard down that's been built up so he can live down here, but he's been trying. Y/N has made him really want to try.

Part of him is still nervous about this, scared that once they get this gift and use it that they'll figure out that they don't want him. He's scared that they'll settle on the thought that they only wanted his company out of desperation, lingering on the idea a bit too long and decide to go find someone else. The anxiety has left his hands shaking a good portion of the morning.

But he has to trust them. They've earned that a few hundred times over for being patient with him for so long.

Sebastian has been preparing for this day for years, and in truth this was for himself at first. This was supposed to be for him. He worked for it, scavenged for it, fought, killed, and lived for it. He's been running this shop for so long it's all he knows anymore and it was always for this.

It wasn't until Y/N came along it stopped being for him and started being for the both of them.

There's even a cake, and though he's still a bit concerned they're not going to like his less than stellar icing designs, he knows it's your favorite flavor so he's sure you won't hate it.

When he decides he's made it up nice enough and that he's brave enough to greet you, he makes his way back to his shop and sits waiting, trying not to mull over his choices, hoping that it will go well.

It doesn't take long, maybe another half hour at most, for his favorite person to stroll back in.

"Sebby! I'm home!" Y/N greets him first, going to set the small crate of goods down near the doorway.

"Took you long enough. Hard run?" He teases, reaching one of those big clawed hands down to ruffle their hair. Smile a little wider and eyes a little brighter, he can't deny he's excited.

"No! It was actually super easy! I didn't find even an ounce of data, though..." Seeming disappointed, they almost go to sulk before he catches them.

"No, no, I have made well enough for the week." He reaches under the desk and pulls out a messily wrapped box.

"Plus, it's your birthday, isn't it?" Sebastian grins.

It takes Y/N a long beat of silence to perk up, eyes sparkling under the outdated LEDs.

"It is! You remembered my birthday?" They snatch the present up and instinctually shake it.

"Ah, don't get too happy about it, I saw it on the calendar." The fishy man tries to play it off for longer, really dragging it out.

"I'd say happy birthday, but could it really be happy in the Blacksite?" He pokes, the snide jab not seeming to bring Y/N down at all.

"It is with you!" They give him a beaming grin and start to open their box.

Nearly choking, Sebastian feels his face heat up a bit and his heart stops in his chest. How is he not supposed to treasure his Y/N? How could anyone think they were anything less than amazing?

"Well, it is a special day nonetheless. You only get this old once." He adjusts his comment to match their mood, still reminding himself to soften up for them.

He's decorated it in their favorite colors, colorful streamers matching all the little things that's going to make it feel like a home.

"You got me a plushy?! Where'd you find one!?" Y/N tugs the stuffed toy out of the box and squeezes it, very clearly resembling their favorite mythical creature.

"Would you believe it was luck?" He chuckles, lying to them point blank. He'd made it by hand, but doesn't want the tears or teasing from you that would come with admitting that.

"Thank you so much, Sebastian! You're the best!" Y/N only continues to shine in the dimly lit shop.

"I've got something else for you. It's in the back." He places a hand on their waist to usher the former prisoner along towards the grand finale.

"Is it really gonna beat the plushie?" They joke and he snickers.

"I'd certainly hope so, it's your party." He uses another of his massive hands to cover your eyes and lead you out past the room, guiding your step up on a completely unfamiliar stair.

"Woah, is this a new room?" Y/N looks confused.

"Yep. It's your room now. We're still going to be sharing, but it's brand new." He hesitates for another few seconds.

Closing his own eyes, he tries to stay calm. Ripping that metaphorical bandaid off, his hands come away from them to let Y/N look around.

And Y/N finds themself in a submarine.

"You... Your deal went through. . ." They look around at the painstaking way he's furnished and decorated it.

"Yep. I got us a way out." He closes the door behind him and Y/N whips around to look at him.

"We're leaving!? WE'RE LEAVING TODAY?!" They look shaken, but more excited than he thinks he's ever seen before in his life.

The fear melts away watching the way they go and cheer, tossing their new plush onto the bed at the back of the vessel and laughing, already chattering about showing him the places they wanna go. If nothing he does ever goes right again his whole life, he's done good doing this.

Sebastian pulls another mischievous look and holds out the keys, barely catching their severely divided attention with the shiny new keyring.

"Happy Birthday, Y/N."

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FORGIVELESS - VI - I'M TOO PROFOUND TO GO BACK AND FORTH, WITH NO AVERAGE DORK 📱

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VI - I'M TOO PROFOUND TO GO BACK AND FORTH WITH NO AVERAGE DORK 📱

Pairing: Rio (Good Girls) X Reader

Word Count: ~2.2K

Warning: NSFW and steamy🌶️ elements 😉 .

Summary: This chapter explores Rio's POV. You and Rio grow closer in spite of your distance. You both explore your new feelings and ultimately prepare for the trip to Mexico.

Standing at the register Rio avoids the flirtatious looks from the cashier at the luxury retailer. She was pretty but he’d put his rakish ways on pause potentially indefinitely with what he had going on now. His housekeeper began packing his bags and there was no question that you needed a luggage set to match his. Usually he didn't care. You aren’t the first plus one he’s brought around the family but for the first time he feels differently about the situation. About you.

“Can I get you anything else?” the sales associate asks.

“Nah, that's all” he replies, giving the woman a look of impatience. His nerves were worn thin again. He hadn't been around you in two days and he hadn’t yet made James pay for getting physical with you. If he didnt care what you thought about him, James would already be missing. Only that would make things harder for the both of you. It would be a dumb fucking move on Rio’s part. A jealous lover was almost always the culprit. It’s why he’d been looking into Japan. It was her real name, funny enough. Party girl social climber into the pay for play lifestyle. Unfortunately, as far as Rio could tell there was no one else aside from James involved with her. She was really into him for whatever reason.

Rio would keep his hands clean for now using his network to kill any fun the pieces of shit we're having at your expense. The only thing they would be allowed to eat in the city would be at mass chain restaurants and in their homes. No dine in options would be made available to them. Rio had already made the calls and circulated photos of the two traitors. He didn't want you to have to stomach that. He takes the receipt and his bags out of the mall as he heads to his car putting the items in the trunk. He hoped the gifts wouldn't be seen as too much. Getting in his car he sighs deeply wishing he was heading inside of you to take the edge off. The thought of you in a predicament without him was wearing on him. How strong you were being about everything bothered him even more. He’d been betrayed by family too, and no matter how much he played it cool it always hurt. He never wants you to pretend not for him or anyone else. He doesn't want you to give consideration for a man that disregards you. James needed to be apologetic, screaming, in pain and wishing he never crossed you. Then, he needed to hold the regret forever.

Rio needed there to be blood. To cheat was one thing, to lie about it another, to move your wife away from your family scummy, to get rough with your wife after she finds out. James was in a rush to be acquainted with his casket. Rio wanted to see how the tough guy with muscles would react to being confronted by a real man. His thoughts go to you, he wanted Mexico to be a clean slate, a fresh start, a chance for you to be happy and not worry. Why should you have to keep secrets anyhow? It was a dangerous thing for him to have his nose wide open like it was. He’d learned that long ago. Women didn’t acclimate well to his lifestyle, the late nights, early mornings, temptation and sometimes lack of communication. It usually left them with a few screws loose. That's why he kept his boundaries clear, mostly for the benefit of the women he dealt with. Then where was the reality of Nick, his cousin and polar opposite. He loved the daylight, people, talking, colour and taking what isn't his. If it was clear there was something Rio wanted or enjoyed more than usual Nick would swoop in to steal it away. But this was the perfect opportunity, as the groom Nick wouldn't have any time to intervene with the demands of the wedding..

Sighing Rio shakes the thoughts of self sabotage from his head settling into the driver's seat and starting his truck. Putting the car into gear he pulls out the lot cutting on the radio to drown out his thoughts. Right now, business was the simplest part of his life. Looking at his phone he sees no new messages from you and opts to call you instead.

“Rio?” you pick up on the second ring.

“Mama” he responds, smiling at the vision of you smiling on the phone in his head.

“I was just about to call you, I’m shopping for a dress. You didn't tell me the wedding party colours and I don't want to make you look bad. What's the vibe and dress code” you ask and it's his turn to smile.

“Let me see what you have so far,” Rio asks, requesting a video call.

“Rio, I’m in the fitting room and my moms outside the door” you whisper as your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

“So mama doesn't know you're a freak?” he teases, making you laugh. The sound settles him as he focuses on the road. Accepting the video call you put on headphones and step back from the phone now suctioned to the wall via a grippy phone case. Rio watches you materialise in a classic dress with a finger to your lips. You spin giving him a 360° view.

“You’re too sexy to be hiding it all the time” Rio comments and you try to swallow the smile and blush he gives you again. Rio chuckles proud of his effect on you.

“How's it going sweetie?” your mom calls from the waiting area.

“This one was a no, I'll show you the others if I like them more.”

“Ok, love” your mom responds and you hear her footsteps go back to the sitting area.

“Sexy at someone else's wedding, Rio?” you whisper again.

“It’s for me and I’ll handle anyone who looks too long,” he shrugs, making you shake your head. He has no idea the wonders he’s done for your confidence after the blow that is being cheated on. You move away from the safe option and pick up a bright coloured dress that compliments your skin tone and that’s backless. You shimmy out of the first dress giving Rio a show and he watches like a starving predator. You feel your body heat when you realise you’d previously removed your bra. Instinct has you cover yourself. But, the fact that it’s Rio watching strikes out your inhibition. He watches without protest of you covering yourself. He watches as you cast a look back at him over your shoulder, removing your arms from your chest and giving him a full view from the mirror in front of you. All the blood rushes straight between his legs as he takes in a deep breath of air happy he’s nearly home.

“You’re beautiful baby girl” he mutters in his usual sexy tone.

“The way you look at me I believe it” you smile putting on the dress. You zip it at the hip and fix the neckline. Looking yourself over in the mirror you check your angles before deciding you need to keep your hair up and off your neck for this style.

“You’d better fucking believe it mama” Rio mutters adjusting himself in his pants. Smiling, you go closer to the camera to kiss at him.

“I miss you Christopher” you confess and Rio’s eyes light in excitement at the use of his given name.

“Call your mom before we get started, I think that's the one” Rio says not wanting the call to descend into full phone sex.

“Yes daddy.” You wink feeling both playful and powerful at the same time.

“Keep playing with me,” Rio warns with a promising smile.

“Ma, I think this is the one” you call opening the door.

Grabbing her purse your mom walks over and from the look in her eyes you know Rio’s right. It’s the perfect dress. “Baby, this is it. It’s gorgeous” she smiles, spinning you around.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, baby, it's all on me. Colour looks great on your skin. I’m glad you're finally showing off those curves instead of hiding them for the sake of professionalism” she says with an eye roll. Rio hears the contempt in her voice and smiles to himself.

“Thanks Momma” you smile heading back in.

“I'll be at the register” Mom declares as you head back into the fitting room.

“Can’t wait to take it off you, if you see something else you like, get it for the reception. I got it. I gotta go but you call me if you need anything ya hear?”

“Ok” you nod, unzipping the hip zipper.

“What happened to yes daddy?” He jokes and you laugh a little.

“Yes daddy” you concede.

“Good, take care Mama” he says, ending the call with a deep sigh as he looks at the tent in his jeans. Shaking his head he parks in his condo’s lot and has to use the shopping bags to cover his predicament before he can use the fresh material of you getting dressed for his consideration to take care of himself.

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You’ve never been on a vacation with a man other than James. Your first had been your honeymoon, everything since had been less climactic. Standing in the middle of the mall now you feel a familiar flutter in your heart. Rio’s appreciation put him in a league of his own. He was far more present than James who always seemed to be far away with his five to ten year plans. Always looking ahead and not at what was right in front of him, never settling into comfort or appreciation. You hadn't realised how exhausting changing yourself to fit into his standards had been. You’d turned into an accessory somewhere along the way, it's how you added value. Your commitment to his goals, willingness to partner with him and create comfort alongside him. It killed the spark, annihilated the spontaneity and extinguished desire. Yet, he couldn't even honour your commitment or how much sacrifice you’d made to keep him comfortable. You reach for a bright coloured bikini. You explore a few varieties and cuts in the change room before settling on one that accentuates your best features. You have a few that are a little risque and others that are more family friendly.

Your phone rings in your earpods for the fifth time this shopping trip and you sigh knowing its James and answering the blocked number.

“Hello?”

“Where are you? You haven't been home in two nights.” he probes.

“I don't have to answer you anymore.” You respond, bored already.

He exhales. “We’re still married Y/N.”

“Not for long” you tell him, holding your new items and looking around for where to head next.

“Don’t threaten me with a divorce, you don’t work. You can’t afford to be single and you love me just like I love you. What you saw isn't what you think it was” he says doubling down on his newest lie. You smile to yourself happy for the clarity.

“I don't love you anymore” you tell him honestly. “Keep screwing the bitch, I don't care what you do. I just know it won't be me” your words surprise even you. There’s no need to spare him anymore.

“Y/N you’d better stop threatening me before I do what you're asking. It’ll kill you to see me with someone else. I know how much you love me” he says again.

“You knew it’d kill me and you still did it. I know your dick James and I recognized it on your explicit messages you sent her. You’re still lying, James. I’ll have someone come by and move my things out next week.”

“No, come home! We need to talk” he shouts

“Why? So you can put your hands on me again?” you ask.

“I didn't hit you” he specifies.

“You’re never gonna get the chance” you clarify.

“Baby, it's me we're talking about. I would never hit you. I just didn't want you to leave and for you to get all these crazy ideas about leaving when you're with me, where you belong.” he says.

“Don’t call me baby, I’m not yours. I’ve wasted too much time with your lying, cheating ass already. I won’t for a minute more. Stop calling me” you snap before hanging up completely done with the phone call.

Reorienting yourself in the mall you look up to see a lingerie store. It’s time for a fresh start. You have a ball thinking of yourself and your tastes before considering Rio. You pick up a few things to spice up the trip. After checking out you find your mom and tell her about your conversation with James over a meal at the food court. She’s had it with James and encourages you to get a new number for peace of mind. You do as you're told before leaving the mall knowing it's only a matter of time before James employs more flying monkeys in his bid to get you back.

The list of people you message is short, your mother, Rio and a few of the girls at your yoga studio. You save Rio’s message until you get home. After a day of vacation prep you feel like a new woman and send him a spicy picture to notify him of your new number along with a message about your excitement for the upcoming trip. You know you should keep things cool but you can't wait to smell his cologne, be in his arms and loved on by him again.

Authour's note: Thanks for letting me take some time away. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and Rio being boyfriend material without the title. Let me know what your favourite part was. Also any suspicions 👀 . As always, like, comment and vote for more.

Next stop ✈️ MEXICO

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lyinginmeadow · 3 months ago

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Imprimere sole I Chapter 3

<- Chapter 3 - In between pine trees ->

After the argument, Paul's phone rang. He seemed aggravated, pacing around the living room before hastily leaving, huffing. He didn't say anything, only looking in my direction as if he didn't want to leave. Looking away, I kept stirring the pot on the stove, ignoring his heated gaze.

My appetite diminished, so I just put it away to cool before placing it into a box and leaving it in the fridge for Dad. I made much more than just the two of us could eat because even if I didn't enjoy Paul hovering, I wouldn't let him starve. When I decided to be at least civil, he just had to ruin it.

I picked up my phone and dialed Bella. She picked up after a few rings, "Finally found time to call your sister?" She said, a smile evident in her tone.

"Hi, Bells." I smiled even when she couldn't see it. Hearing her voice was a nice change of pace. Given her introverted nature, it wasn't uncomfortable to maintain our sisterly relationship, mostly over the phone. We talked all the time, always telling each other all of our secrets. That changed when I decided against sharing how my friends and my boyfriend ditched me. I didn't want her to worry, she had to deal with our mother. The least I could do was not to worry her over something she couldn't fix.

"So you're positive you can't make it to Phoenix?"

I shook my head as if she could see me, "I love you, but that heat would absolutely kill me."

"Right, I figured." She answered, which made me laugh. "But I wanted to share something with you."

"Hmm, want me to guess or?"

She chuckled, "No, you wouldn't guess it anyway."

"Rude, I'm an excellent guesser."

"Right, keep telling yourself that." She laughed, and I shook my head, sighing. Before I could think of a comeback, she continued, "I might be moving to Forks."

Silence stretched between the lines for a second as I processed the new information. Confusion melted into joy. I would have my sister back, not for mere weeks during summer, but all year round. "What? When? How? What about Re-mom?" I couldn't understand it, I hoped she meant only her alone would be moving. It was ridiculous to be afraid of the possibility of Renée coming back. She practically flew out of here the moment she got the chance.

"It's not set in stone so stop freaking out. Phil and Mom are getting married in September." She waited for the information to settle in. My eyebrows pinched. Dad's going to be devastated once he hears. And I would probably be the one to tell him, to soften the blow. They hadn't been together for years, but Dad never seemed to get over Renée. I tried my best to be there for him, setting him up on a few dates, but it never panned out.

"So what, now they don't want you there?"

"It's not like that. He is always traveling. And mom...She gets lonely." Her voice was now stern. She, like me, was always worrying about about parents. Renée had always been a free spirit, usually thinking about herself above anyone else. But thanks to that and my relentless crying as a child, I got to spend my childhood in Forks, so I shouldn't be complaining too much.

I shook my head in disbelief, "You're not responsible for her feelings. It's the other way around, Bella."

"You take care of Charlie all the time!" Her voice was now angry.

I didn't want to argue with her, it never led to anything. We were both headstrong, taking after our mother, and when fights broke out, we needed a few minutes to cool down before speaking to one another. "Fine, point taken."

She sighed, "I'm sorry...It was my idea- that she would travel with him. She wanted me to go with them, but I just really don't like to travel." I could almost imagine her face as she chuckled, scrunching her mouth.

"So when can I expect a roomie?"

She took a deep breath, preparing me for another wave of bad news. It felt like I had become a magnet for those in the last weeks. "Her only condition was to wait until after Christmas."

I whined, my good mood suddenly gone, "But that's so far away."

"Tell me about it. And it's not set in stone yet. So don't tell Charlie just yet."

My smile turned into a thin line. "You've got it, dude." She laughed, and I could almost imagine the way her face cringed. "Stop with references."

We talked for at least another hour. Our favorite band released a new album, and I finally got the chance to get my hands on their CD to listen to it, so it obviously called for a discussion. She kept trying to ask me about why I ended up in the woods all alone. I tried to dodge her questions, telling her that Paul was out on a part-time job and I forgot to tell my friends I was out there. And I had fallen asleep without taking my phone with me, which wasn't a lie. She was grateful Paul found me, but still grumbled about how he should have gotten there sooner. Had she known we broke up, she would have known that the fact he got there before I got hypothermia was a miracle.

It was still relatively nice out, much better than it usually was in Forks. Sighing, I stood up, staring at my crutches. Shaking my head, I tried to stand on my leg. When I decided it didn't hurt, I slowly made my way toward the back door. There were still solid 4 hours till dad came back home, and since there was no one to hold me captive in my own home, I could finally leave as I pleased. Well, sort of, since going anywhere with the cast in this city wasn't ideal. Not to mention that small towns were harbours for gossip, and Dad would learn about my departure before I even set foot on the concrete in the driveway.

I took off in the direction of the woods in the backyard. It was my favorite place growing up, I would lose myself in it whenever I could. It always felt peaceful, calling me to revel in its quiet solace. Clouds parted for a minute, letting the sunlight dance in between the branches, lighting the leaves in different shades of green.

Walking along the path, I marveled at how it didn't change one bit. Even now, after I almost got myself killed in the woods, it didn't change my view on it. If anything, I could finally take a deep breath. The path started to curve, a hint that I'm almost where I want to be. I turned left, shuffling the ferns out of the way. The cast was making it really difficult to move in the moss covering the ground. It started to turn green, and I knew that when dad noticed, I would have to lie and say it's just from the grass in the backyard.

Finally, the greenery revealed sunken ground with a fallen tree across it, making a perfect hideout for little kids. It was nothing special, nestled between trees and easy to miss. I smiled, once the memories of me and Leah came rushing in. We found this place by accident, but in our minds, the tree trunk created the perfect roof, making a little cave for us to hide in and play. One of the surrounding trees still had doors painted on it, with little windows carved into its bark.

I carefully stepped on the fallen tree before sitting down. Closing my eyes, I focused on the rustling of the wind, calming me down. My fingers mindlessly played with the moss covering the bark, legs hanging over the opening to our little hideout. Clouds part again, letting the sun tickle my cheek. I missed Leah, who would slap some sense into me. Tell me to forget about stupid guys and focus on anything else. I missed dancing, the one thing that could make me forget worries floating around my mind.

Rustling of nearby branches pulled me out of those thoughts. My gaze snapped toward the noise, eyes widening in shock. Near me, a wolf the size of a horse stepped onto the clearing. Biology might not be my favorite subject, but the size of that thing was definitely not normal. I kept looking at it, its green eyes capturing my attention, the familiarity of them. I knew those eyes, but I couldn't place them. It cocked its head sideways, eyes narrowing. Survivor instinct finally kicked in, and I wanted to kick myself for not having any self-preservation.

My gaze shifted away from its eyes, looking toward the ground just before its gigantic paws. It whined, slowly lowering itself down, head leaning on its paws. My eyes found his once more. It seemed so aware, almost human-like, it freaked me out further. I inched away when it whined again. "You know, one might think you're looking for a company and not a prey." I chuckled. I was officially going insane and embracing it. It huffed in response, which I took as a yes.

"Well, don't let me stop you." I smiled and took my eyes off it. If it wanted to kill me, it probably already would have done so. Closing my eyes, I reveled in the uncharacteristic sunshine. I heard cautious steps before the wolf nestled near me. It was not fully going on the tree, which I was thankful for, since it probably wouldn't hold under both of our weights. His snout nuzzled my arm, the same way a dog would if it were asking for attention. I smiled, slowly lifting my hand. Taking a deep breath, I mentally prepared to lose it as I stroked the coarse fur on its head. It huffed in contentment, closing its eyes, making my smile wider.

"You're pretty cute for an oversized puppy," I mumbled, softly laughing, not to startle it. It huffed again, now the sound reminded me of a chuckle. I didn't think that my friends' leaving would mean I would start befriending animals like a Disney princess. Well, one animal, but it was the size of a horse, so it counted for at least three.

We sat in silence for a couple of minutes before I looked at it again. I kept running my finger through its thick fur, and it seemed to like it. The silvery wolf kept his eyes closed, dozing off. "I missed a proper company," I whisper. It seemed to like my company, too, since it was contentedly huffing. It inched close, putting its head in my lap. "Want scratches behind your ears, too, you big pup?" I waited for it to settle before slowly, softly scratching its head and behind its ear.

It seemed as if the hours flew by, and the wind picked up. If it wasn't for the wind, I wouldn't have noticed the change in the weather signaling the approach of evening. The heat radiating from the wolf kept me warm. Its head suddenly lifted from my lap, its ears flattening. It looked at the sky before shifting its gaze toward the path. It was getting late. It stood up, cocking its head waiting for me to move. "It's late, huh? Time's been slipping away from me these days." I said, my voice hoarse from not speaking for a while. I moved my legs around, they felt numb from not changing my position. I winced once my ankle woke up. The wolf whined in response. "Next time, I'm sleeping on you," I replied, waiting for the tingling sensation to pass.

Putting my legs up on the trunk of the tree, I carefully stood up. The wolf was still watching me, looking at my injured leg. "You should find your pack, and I should go home. My dad will probably kill me if he finds out I'm in the woods by myself. Again. With a giant animal. Which is a first." I took careful steps before I finally stood on solid ground. The wolf stood next to me, lowering its head so its snout could nudge my side. Now that I was standing next to it, the size of it was terrifying. It practically towered over me. I took another deep breath as I took one step, my cast hitting the ground with a soft thud.

The animal didn't leave my side, helping me when I lost my footing, trying not to break my cast. Just when we neared the clearing, it stopped. Its head snapped to look behind us, ear flattening. It barred its teeth, without making a sound. Time to leave. When I was a couple of steps away, I dared to sneak one last look. It was gone as if it had never been there in the first place.

I hoped that was not the case, because I didn't feel like going insane at the ripe age of 16. By the speed everything seemed to be falling apart, I would be lucky to turn 17 in September. I went inside, plopping myself on the couch, when my phone buzzed. I furrowed my brows, looking at the message.

I'm sorry. Text me when we can talk.

#meadowwrites #paul lahote #imprimeresole #twilight #twilight wolfpack #imprint #paul lahote x oc #paul lahote x reader

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idleoblivion · 1 year ago

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"I Must Make You the Perfect Morning" Jade Leech x GN Reader

Synopsis: Jade executes his morning routine with only one thing on his mind: You.

Word Count: ~1.3k

A/N: I promise I'm going too write non-yandere stuff again soon I just had two yandere ideas at once, this one is def creepier than my other fic just a heads up

Warnings: Yandere Jade, creepy/stalker behavior that escalates throughout

You’re the first thing on his mind when he opens his eyes. The thought of you immediately wipes all traces of sleep from his brain, and he’s already awake and alert. He sits up in his bed and finds the sun hasn’t even risen. Before, he might’ve taken a moment to enjoy the peace and quiet to himself. These days, he simply doesn’t have time. His day starts hours before anyone else’s, and all for one specific purpose.

He must make you the perfect morning.

In his room, he begins by preparing himself for the daunting task. He keeps a detailed itinerary of his plans and route that he quickly glosses over for the umpteenth time. He dresses very casually, with a dark hoodie and pants. His school clothes are folded and placed in a bag with care, so as not to wrinkle them. He takes said bag and slings it over his shoulder before quietly stepping out.

The next stop is the lounge kitchen.

With access to all the ingredients the lounge uses, he’s always able to cook up something you like. Your favorite flavors, every like and dislike he’s managed to coax out of you, they’re all memorized. He knows them like the back of his hand. As are those of your closest friends. If he could curse the food without hurting you, he would, since he knew if they asked you'd be too kind not to share. So instead he intentionally chooses something they wouldn’t like, but you would. Not that they even hung around you much anymore, he had made sure of that. So with your preferences in mind, he prepares a lunch for you. Only you.

The next stop is your dorm.

It was while Azul had kicked you out of Ramshackle that he had found his entrance in. A broken window in the back that he and Floyd hadn’t gotten around to repairing while they were there. He silently slips into your dorm, and begins the most crucial part of his routine.

He starts by cleaning. He knows the closet where you keep your cleaning products, and is familiar with the areas of your dorm that accumulate dirt the fastest. With all the old decor and furniture, dust is inevitable. So he does it for you. He’s diligent in his task, also tossing out any trash he notices and washing any dishes left in your sink. If he finds anything belonging to another student that had visited, it's discarded immediately. He sweeps, he mops, he does it all. Anything he can imagine being a nuisance for you is handled with care. All while he’s being mindful not to make any noise and interrupt your hard-earned slumber.

The next stop is your room.

He stares at you from your doorway. He takes a few steps towards you, and continues to just stare. He loves how you look when you’re sleeping. Rarely does he get to see you looking so peaceful and relaxed. The way your hair is already kind of sticking out funny makes him smile, you were always so endearing. Feeling brave, he holds a piece of it in his hand tenderly. He stands there for another moment, just feeling the texture of your hair in his palm. The sensation combined with the proximity to you has his heart racing so fast he’s almost worried you’ll hear it. He gently lets go and steps away, waiting until he’s finally had his fill of looking at you to move on.

He doesn't go overboard when tidying your room, he has to make sure he's incredibly quiet and wouldn't want to accidentally get rid of something important to you. He mostly just picks up laundry of yours and organizes anything that he thinks needs it. He's careful when he takes clothes of yours, knowing that you'll notice if things you wear frequently go missing. Today, he takes a hoodie he finds lying on the floor by your dresser that he hasn't seen you wear much, but still smells like you when he lifts it to his face.

The next stop is your bathroom. He'll admit, this one is more for him than you.

He’s not proud of how much time he spends there, but he can’t help it. It makes him feel connected to you, to get ready in the same place you do. It’s here he changes into his school clothes and discards his other outfit into his bag with the hoodie he's taken. It’s here he washes his face with your products, washes his hands with your soap, dries them on your towels. It's like he can feel you through every item he touches.

It’s here he brushes his hair with your brush. The bristles running across his scalp send shivers down his spine when he imagines you using it yourself. He does clean it after, though only so he can see strands of your hair mixed with his when he does. It’s here he’s thought about using your toothbrush too, countless times. The temptation fills his head again the longer he looks at it, but he knows he can't. His serrated teeth would certainly tear the flimsy thing to shreds, so he settles for just holding it in his hand and imagining it.

It’s only when the sunrise finally starts streaming through your bathroom window that he puts it back. He leaves, closing the bathroom door gingerly and stalking back through the dorm. He exits the same way he arrived, and hurries away just as he hears your alarm sound off from inside.

The final stop is just outside the hall of mirrors.

He stands there with eyes trained on the entryway, eagerly awaiting your appearance. You eventually arrive and greet him politely. He presents you with the lunch he made, only grinning courteously when you took it but internally feeling incredibly giddy. You’d been caught off guard the first few times he brought you lunch like this, wary of being tricked into owing him something. But he was insistent, he worked so hard to make it after all. Now, you simply accepted it without question and thanked him.

You used to walk with your friends to class, but they’ve been avoiding you more and more lately. You’re not sure why, and when you asked Jade he said he hadn’t heard anything from them. He did however offer to walk you there himself. This had recently become your new normal, making pleasant conversation with Jade as you made your way to class.

You mention that you swear your dorm was cleaner than when you had fallen asleep again.

“It’s just so weird. I swear I left dishes in the sink, but they were all put away. I’m pretty sure the whole place got dusted too.”

“I see. Does it make you happy? Waking up to find your problems have been taken care of?” “I guess? I mean, it’s confusing but it’s less for me to do.”

Had you seen the glint in his eye when he asked you, you might have been more careful about agreeing. Not that it mattered now, he heard what he needed to.

He smiled, content with how his actions had all played out again. He was satisfied that he had met his goal again, just like he had yesterday. And the day before. And the day before that.

He had made you the perfect morning.

You had certainly made his morning perfect as well, but you didn’t need to know that.

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rekino2114 · 7 months ago

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For a Christmas themed request, could you please do Male Reader, Makima and Nayuta preparing for Christmas as a family (decorating the house, making gingerbread cookies, leaving out milk and cookies etc.) and/or Nayuta waking up her parents on Christmas day to unwrap her presents?

Love your work, keep it up!

Celebrating Christmas with makima and nayuta

Holiday post #10

Pairing:makima x male reader

A/n:I actually already had this idea even before this request but thanks for requesting this and happy Christmas eve. (Almost Christmas)

"Are you sure you can reach yuty?"

"Yeah, don't worry, Daddy,"

Your daughter manages to place the star on top of the tree while you hold her. When she puts it there, you move her down and take off her Santa hat before ruffling her hair and putting it back on

"Great job sweetheart"

"Thanks!"

Her enthusiastic smile melts your heart, so you hug her as she giggles

"Did you finish setting up the tree?"

"Yeah, yuta was a great help"

You see makima come from the kitchen and place a tray of cookies on the table, when nayuta sees this she runs towards them and start eating one

"Come on, nayuta, you have to ask for permission before taking things"

The half devil looks down in embarrassment and finishes eating the cookie

"Sorry mommy"

"It's fine, just don't do it again, you need to be a good girl or Santa won't bring you any gifts ok?"

"No I've been a good girl!"

"Well I guess we'll see tomorrow"

"What did you ask for Christmas anyway?"

"I'm not telling you! If I tell you then Santa won't bring them to me!"

Makima giggled and pet her daughter's hair while reassuring her

"OK, I won't ask anymore, so you can have all the gifts you want tomorrow"

"Thanks,.......c-can I have a cookie now?"

"Of course, sweetie."

She immediately took another cookie from the table as makima sat on the couch and grabbed a remote. You sat next to her and grabbed nayuta, placing her between your laps

"I have a list of Christmas movies we can watch tonight, what do you wanna start with?"

"That one"

She pointed at a movie and makima put it on, nayuta snuggled closer to you two and you started petting her hair

[Timeskip]

After the second film finished, you looked back at nayuta and saw that she had fallen asleep. You looked at makima and gently grabbed your daughter

"Is she asleep?"

"Yeah, I'll go put her to bed"

"Alright, I'll wash myself,change, and then I'll go to bed reach me when you're ready"

"Sure"

You kissed softly, and you went to nayuta's bedroom, putting her to bed and pulling the covers on her

"D-daddy no, I don't wanna sleep"

"Oh, why yuta?"

"C.....cause then I won't see santa"

You giggled and started playing with her hair

"But if you see him, then he won't bring the presents to you"

"R-really?"

"Yeah"

"O......ok"

You stayed with her until she closed her eyes again, and when you saw that she did, you went away and closed the door, making your way to your and makima's room, where you saw your wife in lingerie laying on the bed. When she saw you enter, she smiled and lifted the covers, inviting you in

"Did you put nayuta to sleep?"

"Yes, even if it took a while"

You finish preparing yourself for bed and lay on the bed, making pulls the cover over the both of you and hugs you

"Did you already put the presents?"

"No I'm gonna do it later"

"OK, do you want me to help you?"

"No it's alright, I'll do it"

You nod and close your eyes, makima kisses you softly on the lips

"Good night, darling."

"Good night to you too"

You get woken up by someone shaking you. The first thing you see are two yellow eyes staring directly into your soul

"Wake up daddy!"

"......yuty-"

"Wake up! Wake up! We need to see if Santa brought the presents!"

You yawned and rubbed your eyes, turning to your left to see that makima was doing the same

"Let us get ready-"

"No! No! I want presents now!"

"A good girl wouldn't be waking up her parents like this"

Nayuta gasped and blushed her gaze fixed to the ground

"S-sorry"

"It's alright, just go back to your room while we get ready"

She nodded and went outside as you stretched and looked at makima

"Is everything in its place?"

The control devil nodded with a smile as she started putting on a shirt, you smiled back and went to the bathroom starting to get ready.

When you and your wife finished your morning routines, you went to nayuta's room and found her running around unable to contain her excitement

"Alright yuty, we can go now"

She smiled as her eyes sparkled and she immediately started running outside the room, you followed her to make sure she wouldn't hurt herself in the stairs and reached her when she went to the living room

"Mommy! Daddy! Look!"

She pointed at the giant pile of presents lined up under the tree, she smiled so bright and went to open one so fast you could barely see her

"Do you like it?"

"Yes! It's exactly what I asked, thank you Santa!"

She smiled and hugged her present to her chest, before going to open another one, in the meantime makima put her head on your shoulder while holding your hand

"She's adorable like this"

"Isn't she always?"

"Hehe, true, merry Christmas love"

"Merry Christmas to you too"

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archangeldyke-all · 5 months ago

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Hi angel! Could you do another club mom reader and sevika during their actual wedding. They got married but I don’t think we ever saw the wedding!

It’s lowkey disgustingly cute. The girls help them both get ready. I imagine the girls convincing club mom reader to let them do that thing where they take sexy polaroids of reader, and hand them to sevika throughout the night

- 🐥

CUTEEEE i'm so glad u guys like stories about marrying sevika as much as i do sometimes i worry i write about it too much hahha

men and minors dni

"mom, you look incredible!" frosty gasps. you snort.

when you showed your girls the outfit you picked out for the ceremony they nodded and hummed happily. and now that you're showing them the lingerie you plant to wear underneath your wedding outfit, they're all tearing up and squealing.

"you might end up killing her in that one, mom." trinity giggles.

"your ass looks amazing!" cherry gasps.

you can't stop laughing. you hadn't even planned on wearing any special underwear under your wedding outfit, but upon hearing this news, buttercup smacked you and demanded she take you shopping.

now, a week later, you're finally showing all your girls what you've settled on; only because they've all piled into the little 'getting ready' room you're preparing for your wedding in.

fuck, you can't believe the big day is here.

you and sevika wanted something small and simple. your girls had other plans. now, you're in a rented out ball room, getting ready to profess your love to sevika in front of almost every relative, customer, and friend you know. half of zaun is here.

a camera flashes and you cringe. "fuck are you doing?" you ask, turning to glare at cherry. she giggles.

"somethin' special for your bride." she says with a shrug. you huff.

"leave her alone, i'm sure she's shitting herself wherever she is." you whine.

crystal giggles and passes you a little polaroid photo. you giggle looking down at the picture of your wife, grumpily glaring at herself in a mirror while she tries to tie a tie around her neck.

"please tell me you helped her." you laugh. crystal snorts.

"only after she broke the mirror in frustration."

you gasp, and your girls burst into laughter. "is she okay?" you squeak, pushing through the gaggle of girls gathered to watch you dress. "is she bleeding?" you ask as you try to get to your lover.

trinity grabs you by the elbow, tugging you back in the room. "she's fine mom, relax. plus, you're half naked."

"sevika wouldn't mind that." you pout.

your girls cackle.

the ceremony is a disaster.

buttercup gets too close to a candle, and all the hairspray she'd put in her hair ignites into an explosion of flames.

cherry trips and falls as she walks you down the aisle, twisting her ankle so bad that a few people have to haul her back to her feet and drag her the rest of the way down.

your officiant, some lawyer who's always visiting your club, shows up blackout drunk. he's barely able to read the lines off his cards.

but... you don't care. because the moment sevika sees you, a grin brighter than the fire in buttercups' hair breaks across her face.

"this is a disaster." she whispers to you as your officiant stumbles through his words. you snort.

"of course it is. it's us." you giggle.

sevika leans forward to kiss you, and the crowd erupts into applause. the officiant huffs.

"you're supposed to wait 'til the end." he grumbles.

at your reception, you sit in sevika's lap, cackling at the various speeches your girls give you-- all in various states of inebriation. they're sweet and sappy and a little scandalous, but nobody expects anything different from a group of strippers.

at one point, sevika leans over to whisper in your ear. "y'know... the girls have been passing me polaroids of you in that lacy shit you're wearing under this all night." she mumbles. you laugh.

"i think they were trying to do the same for me, but you intimidated them out of more than one once you smashed a mirror."

sevika cackles and leans in to kiss you. the crowd surrounding you bursts into cheers. she chuckles against your lips. "wanna get outta here?" she asks.

"our own wedding!?" you cackle.

she shrugs. "you look fuckin' delicious in those pictures, and tonight's been a mess anyways."

you laugh. "well, when you put it that way..."

sevika doesn't let you finish your sentence before she's scooping you over her shoulder and hauling ass out of the ballroom.

you cackle. your guests hoot and wolf-whistle as you wave them all goodbye.

kofi

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lazycats-stuff · 2 years ago

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could you do konner and clark kent x kid reader like just fluff and angst. like lex tried to make another clone but he’s still super young abd confused

Alright. Some more Superman content, yay. And I will go to the grave saying that Henry Cavill is drop dead gorgeous and a great Superman.

Summary: Lex made another clone. Superman and Superboy are going to kill him.

Warnings:

When the Justice League heard about the rumors of Lex creating more clones, they were concerned. Superman especially. He had experience with Conner and that was going to be a plus going into this mission, if they do find some clones.

Clark could only hope that they didn't find any. He only hoped that they wouldn't find anyone in there. Especially the clones. He only wished to destroy the facility and gather evidence against Lex Luther.

That's the only thing he wanted. Evidence and a destroyed facility. The only thing that he wanted was that. Conner agreed with Clark, his father figure. Their relationship was almost father son and he had a brotherly connection with Jon.

As they were flying to the facility, he thought about what they could find in the facility. Would they really find more clones? Or would they find the failure clones?

He closed his eyes for a moment. He would rather find live clones than the failures. Whose DNA were even going to use? His own? What if Lex had some of his DNA in storage? Superman sighed quietly, shaking his head.

He could only hope that Lex didn't have anymore of his DNA. He didn't need another Conner on his hands. He didn't need anymore shocks like Conner put him through when he first saw him.

He would remember all of it for as long as he lived.

He took a quiet deep breath as the airplane stopped and landed down on the ground. All of them stood up and walked to the facility. It was supposed to be abandoned so that made things a little bit easier.

Hopefully. Superman wasn't really interested in a fight today. He really wasn't. It was devoid of the normal human noises like heartbeats, breathing and talking.

Only the steady beeping of the machines. Conner is listening for anything out of the ordinary, walking next to Batman. Superman would glance at Conner ever so often to make sure he is okay. This facility was the same were Conner was... Created.

He was worried about him. What if he got some sort of flashback? Superman knew he couldn't know with 100% certainty, but if something is to happen, they would get him. Batman suggested to bring some Kryptonite in case of a flashback.

And he had some in his belt. Just in case he needed to be knocked out. But only as the last resort. Only then.

Superman and Batman glanced at one another, clearly thinking about the same thing. Just what if?

" Wait, I hear something. " Conner and Clark said at the same time. Batman tensed up as Superboy and Superman led the way into the facility. There was one pod that was working and there was a... Child.

A child.

Batman and Superman saw red. Lex is going to be taken down. One way or another. By any means necessary.

" That is just a kid. " Conner said quietly, sad look in his eyes. Also, Batman could see some similarity with Superman. Lex does have some more of Superman's DNA. Not good.

" We have to get the kid out. " Superman said, watching as Batman went to look at the computer in the room. He started typing, trying to get more intel and trying to get the poor kid out of the pod. It was wiped from any intel, but there were commands in regards to the pods.

" Get ready. " Batman warned Superman who waited with his arms prepared to get the kid out. Bruce opened the pod and Superman took the kid out, Superboy helping him out. Superman picked the child up, making sure that he leaned against his chest.

Even Batman seemed disturbed by this scene. A kid.

Lex has officially crossed a line.

" Lets take him back to the HQ. " Batman said, interrupting the heavy silence that has fallen in the room.

Superman agreed and started walking back to the plane. The sound of their footsteps was the only sound and the echo made it worse. (Y/N) was sleeping on Superman's chest, clearly unaware of what was going on. Not even conscious.

Poor thing.

Superman waited outside the room with Conner. They waited for the doctor to check out (Y/N), to check if he was healthy. Superman prepared to be told that the boy had only a few days to live, but he knew that something that extreme was unlikely.

The doctor stepped out quietly, walking up to the two heroes.

" Well, the young one is okay. We tested his blood for drugs and a lot of other things. Thankfully he is negative for all of it. He is still sleeping so that is a good thing. He should wake up soon, can't say when though. But overall, he is healthy. " The doctor concluded, smiling at the two heroes.

The two heroes nodded, at ease now. That was important.

" When can we see him? " Conner asked.

" You can go in right now if you want. Just don't overwhelm him. " Doctor warned, looking down at the tablet. They both entered the room, watching the child as he slept.

It was an odd sight to see. The kid finally looked like a kid. Superman also looked like he is a little to small, but the doctors would make sure that he got the necessary nutrition.

" He looks small. " Conner said quietly, afraid that he is going to wake the small child up.

" I know. He looked bigger in the pod. " Clark said, just as quietly. Conner nodded in agreement. They stopped talking as the child started stirring, slowly opening his eyes.

" Who are you? " The child asked, rubbing his eyes.

" I'm Superman and this is Superboy. " Clark introduced them both to the child, who looked at them with outmost confusion. He looked down at the blanket covering him.

" What is all of this? " The little one asked, eyebrows scrunched together as his eyes roamed the room.

That one single question broke their hearts. Superboy was reminded a lot of his earliest days out of the pod.

" You are in the hospital. This is a place where people make sure you are 100 percent healthy. " Superboy explained, sitting down at the foot of the bed.

The child nodded, eyebrows still scrunched up.

" What's your name? " Superman asked, making the little one give him a blank look.

" A name? "

" Yes. My name is Clark and his is Conner. " Superman said, trying not to get emotional right now. This poor little one.

" I don't think I have one. " (Y/N) said and something glazed over his eyes. Superman moved closer, sitting on the opposite side of Conner at the foot of the bed.

" How about you chose a name for yourself? How about (Y/N)? " Conner suggested, making the little on scrunch his eyebrows one more.

" I like it. " (Y/N) declared.

" It's settled then. (Y/N) is the name. " Superman said, smiling at now (Y/N).

Conner smiled too. He knew that (Y/N) would be coming with them both. There was no doubt about it.

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lazygirldoesfics · 1 year ago

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drunk confession [1/7]

how i imagine each of the bistro huddy guys would drunkenly confess their feelings for you

starting with nico !!

Nicole plops into the passenger seat of your old sedan, heaving a sigh. "Thanks for picking me up last minute."

"No worries, you're on my way anyway. What happened to Bridgette?"

"She fucking bailed." You watch as Nicole studies herself in the visor mirror. She picks at her mascara, eyes sparking with outrage as she continues, "Her bum ass boyfriend told her she 'couldn't come', that it's not 'his scene' so it'd be 'disrespectful' if she goes to another guy's birthday party without him. Like fucking grow up."

"Unbelievable," you groan, commiserating.

"I don't know why she stays with him," Nicole says smacking the visor back into place before she turns to you. Her lips curl upwards, deviously. "Which means we have to put in the work tonight to make sure she feels every bit of FOMO and gets pissed at that piece of shit so I'm not the only one seething about it." Nicole pulls out her phone, angling the camera to get both of you in the shot, and snaps a picture when you're wearing matching frowns. She texts it to Bridgette as you shift the car into gear and take off.

"Of course he picks a spot with absolutely no fucking parking," Nicole complains as you make your way to the club. The click clack of your heels echoes every inch of road you had to drive down until you finally found a place to park. Nicole keeps having to pull her dress down, grumbling each time she wrangles the hem back into it's place. You suppress a smile, amused by her grumpiness, knowing fully well that if she didn't want to be here she wouldn't have put in the effort to show up.

"It's gonna be fun," you cheer. "He's been talking up this spot all week."

Nicole stops dead, glancing down at you with eyes bearing just a hint of judgement. "It's Nico. I don't exactly trust his idea of a great spot. I'm prepared for sexual harassment and well drinks that taste like diesel." You shove her playfully with your elbow and that at least rises a smile out of her. "All I'm saying is I better get extra fries all week for coming to this. Like they better be hot and waiting as soon as I clock in."

"Agreed," you laugh.

There's a line out the door that emits more cursing from Nicole, but you make the best of it by sending selfies to Bridgette while you wait. She responds to each one almost instantly, hearting the messages or sending crying emojis. You frown when Nicole suggests this means Bridgette's probably watching reruns of Real Housewives by herself, while her boyfriend ignores her.

When it's your turn to be inspected by the bouncer, you give him your best smile. He barely glances at you before waving you passed the threshold. Stepping beyond the entrance door, you become engulfed by the change in atmosphere. Sweat slick air clings to you, fog from the DJ booth hazes your vision and the thrum of the bass pulsates through to your core. An air of cloying desperation sinks into your skin while your heels stick to the grime covered floor.

Nicole coughs next to you, disdain barely concealed. Eagle-eyed, you spot a guy stumbling towards your direction, beer sloshing onto the floor in his wake. Gently, you steer Nicole to the left, just beyond the drunken splash zone, saving her from a drenching.

That man has no idea of the life debt he owes you.

Nicole clenches her eye shut, breathing deeply. "Okay. Okay! I'm aligning my energy. I am here." Her eyes snap open and she brushes her long blond tendril back. "Let's go kill this shit."

She uses her height to scan the crowd and you're happy to watch from your shorter vantage point. "I see them." Nicole strides through the crowd towards the left side of the dance floor and you follow the path she carves. Still, she checks behind her every so often to make sure she hasn't lost you.

At last you make it through the crowd, rewarded with the sight of familiar faces. Brad turns his attention from the bar to wave a greeting, then signals back to the bartender to add two more drinks to his order. Ruby toasts her beer to you with a barely perceptible nod. Joey, perched at the edge of a black plastic bar stool, rubs at his temples. "This music is fucking awful."

"Oh, don't be such a boomer, Joey," Nicole teases, happy to abandon her own irritability if it means she gets to rub Joey's face in his. He mouths for her to shut up and Nicole responds by turning around to snap a selfie. She winks at you after sending the photo off to Bridgette, a secret between the two of you that she actually agrees with Joey more than he'll ever know. You choke down a laugh as you sit next to Ruby, letting Nicole sidle up to Brad and grab the two drinks he ordered for you both.

"Where's the birthday boy?" you ask and Ruby nods towards the dance floor. It's easy to spot Nico with his signature red bandana, though you don't know the cute blond girl he's dancing with. The burn of a blush creeps up your neck as you linger on Nico's hand clutching at the girl's side, ashamed that you notice the way his eyes rake down her figure. Besides him is Pickles, bouncing around like a pinball and dancing, presumably, with himself. That, at least, makes you smile.

"Bottoms up!" Nicole announces, handing a shot off to you. Her and Ruby share a terse smile. You wish they'd get along better, they are so incredibly alike.

You down the shot, letting the warm burn fill you. "Next one's on me!" you say, putting the glass down on the table and standing. "Anyone gonna dance?"

Ruby stills and Nicole proclaims she's not ready, turning back towards the bar to get another drink. Brad scans the crowd, though his eyes seem to trail after Nicole as she flirts with the bartender.

"Joey?"

The chef shakes his head. "Sorry, sunshine, as soon as this beer's done I'm out of here." He shakes his half full bottle of Coors at you. You put your hands on your hips, feigning appall. "You're all boring." With that, you jump into the crowd next to Pickles and bump your hip into his in time with the music.

"Y/N!!!" Pickles beams, flinging his arms around you and squeezing. "I'm so happy you're here!"

You squeeze Pickles just as hard, then take his hand to let him twirl you around. As you spin your eyes lock with Nico's, unaware that he'd even noticed you were here. You smile at him over Pickles' shoulder, and his lips pull into that lazy half-grin he sometimes gives you from behind the line. The blond he is with is lightning fast though, putting her hands on either side of his face to pull his focus back to her.

Your chest tightens, but the music changes to a song with a fast bass that dissolves the knots forming. You grab onto Pickles' hands and you jump together while sing-screaming the lyrics at each other. This goes on for awhile, the songs bleeding into each other, each one hyping you and Pickles up more and more.

The latest song begins to fade and Pickles leans into you, panting. "I need water."

You nod in agreement, fanning yourself with the neck of your shirt. Hands entwined, Pickles pulls you off the dance floor. Ruby and Joey are exactly where you'd left them, a few more beer bottles discarded around the table and hands waving wildly as they argue about something. Nicole stands a few feet away, back leisurely pressed against the bar. She's making exaggerated expressions over her espresso martini glass. You follow her eye line as you press up to the bar next to her and realize she is silently judging Brad's dance partner. Brad's eyebrows react back to her, and though not a word passes either of their lips, they are having a full blown conversation. Gracefully, Brad untangles himself from the girl, walking back over to Nicole in defeat. "I didn't think she was that bad."

"I didn't say a word," Nicole responds, smugly.

Barely hiding a smirk as the bartender approaches, you ask for two waters, handing a cup over to Pickles when they're given to you. The song changes just as the water hits your lips. The familiar opening bars to a Queen song fills the club. You turn to Pickles, eyes meeting each other in pure delight and the water cups are immediately discarded. "Oh we're ALL dancing to this one!" You proclaim, latching onto Nicole and Brad's wrists. You pull them forward, pushing them to follow Pickles onto the floor before you turn on Ruby and Joey. "You guys too, let's go! C'mon Joseph!" Ruby gets up, feigning reluctance as she lets you prod her along while you pull Joey by the crook of his elbow onto the floor with you.

You meet the others just in time to hear the girl Nico had been dancing with pout over the song being lame. She leaves when she realizes Nico's attention is totally lost for the moment. The song may not be her thing, but it also probably didn't help the way Pickles was jumping on top of Nico with abandon, holding absolutely no regard for her attempt to continue grinding. You all surround Nico, singing at the top of your lungs and jostling him in the middle of your mini mosh pit. Even Joey belts out a few words and plays air drums along with Nico's air guitar. Nicole catches it all on video, instantly sending it to Bridgette.

"Alright, alright. I'm outta here," Joey says as the song ends, waving his hands in front of his chest when you groan in protest. He pulls Nico in for an overly aggressive hug and slap on the back. "And don't any of yous be late tomorrow. I'm not dealing with a Terry temper tantrum." A chorus of 'bye Joey' and eye rolls reply to him.

"I'm heading out too. Happy Birthday," Ruby adds, a near smile hinting at her lips before following her boss towards the exit.

"Need. Water." Pickles pants again and heads back to the bar, just as the blond girl re-enters and takes up Pickles' spot next to Nico. Nicole and Brad, who have somehow gotten into an argument about how to make a proper gin martini, are so lost in their own bickering that they haven't noticed the crowd jostling around them. You stand awkwardly next to them, not wanting to get involved but feeling like you can't exactly escape either. Holding your arms across your chest, you sway uncertainly.

A hand find yours, and you look over your shoulder to see Nico tugging you back towards him. "It's not too early to cash in on a birthday dance is it?" He smiles at you in that aloof way, his eyes focusing in on you. A question bubbles on your tongue, wanting to know where the blond went but you decide you'd rather not know. "No, not too early. Right on time, I think," you smile back, fitting your arms around his neck.

His left hand is soft against your lower back, fingers guiding you to sway back and forth in time with the music. You're moving slow, the beat lost as you can feel the inches between you and Nico closing. The club is nothing but Nico's dark eyes swallowing you, the weight of his arms pulling around you until you're poised to meld together. You can't take the heat of Nico's eyes on you anymore so you hide against his collarbone, eyes shutting and letting the smell of earth and smoke on his shirt collar encompass your whole world. You're not sure if the thrumming you feel is the bass or your own heart, if you're still dancing or just standing still wrapped up in Nico's arms.

Suddenly you're knocked backwards, stumbling over your own feet until you hit up against someone. "Hey!" a voice shouts, indignant and you mumble an apology as you try to find reality again. "What the fuck, man," Nico's saying, head turning to glare at the man who'd shoved him and caused you to nearly fall on your ass. The guy is standing over him, absolutely beaming. When Nico finally sees him, he starts laughing. "Oh! Yo, I almost fucked you up man!" The two start shoving each other, albeit playfully, as more guys surround Nico, shouldering anyone, including you, out of the way to land punches and smacks on Nico's shoulder and stomach.

You feel disoriented, discarded even, as you slowly find your way back to the edge of the dance floor. You find the others there, all looking towards the sea of newcomers that have swallowed Nico. "Who are those guys?" you ask, hating how defeated your voice sounds.

"I think they used to work with Nico at Waffle House, at least some of them did," Pickles informs you. You try not to watch him assess you, ignoring the slight frown he wears as he turns to the bar to order another water. You drink it slowly when he hands it to you, watching the amorphous blob of raucous men completely take over the dance floor.

"And that's my cue to leave," Nicole asserts. "Ready?" she looks at you expectantly.

You should leave. You know this in the way you feel cold and unsure and slightly humiliated but you can't ignore that something just opened up between you and Nico. You're not quite ready to leave whatever that is behind yet.

"I'll drive you home," Brad interjects, saving you from having to say anything at all. You're not sure if he could sense your hesitation or if he was just looking for an opening of his own, but you're grateful nonetheless. As long as Nicole agrees.

Her eyes flit to Brad, assessing him with the quickness of a hummingbird's wings. "Let's go then," she says as if it's a challenge, daring Brad to follow through on something unspoken. You watch them disappear, Brad's hand hovering at the small of Nicole's back as she leads them through the crowd.

Next to you, Pickles rifles through his front jean pocket. He pulls out a bag of Skittles, pours some into his hands and offers them to you. "You don't have to stay for me you know," he chirps, "I told Nico I'd drive him home so I'm here for the long run."

You shove the Skittles into your mouth, the candy sticking to your teeth. You look towards the dance floor, watching the group of men you don't know chatting up different girls and pointing them towards Nico. You fix a smile on your face for Pickles. "I'm having too much fun to leave."

Pickles nods, giving you a look that's somewhere between skepticism and pity. You sigh, letting your shoulders sag and the pit in your stomach swallow you down with its full weight before putting your hand back out for Pickles to fill with more candy. Instead you feel a warm weight in your hand. You look up to see Nico, hand wrapping around yours. "You're still here," he's beaming at you, though his eyes are so glassy you're not sure how he can even see you clearly.

"Yeah," you answer softly, wishing you could stop the smile that's spreading from cheek to cheek.

"I think you need water," Pickles says after assessing Nico's wobbly stance, excusing himself from the table. Nico's still standing over you, hand in yours. "Our dance got interrupted," he says, his signature lazy laugh chasing after his words. He starts to move to the music that's playing, eyes slowly shutting. A heavy arm slams into his shoulder, and in the startle Nico slips his hand away from yours.

"You gonna introduce me?" It's the same guy that shoved into Nico while you two were dancing. His eyes waggle towards you in a way that makes you recoil.

"Oh uh, Carmine this is--"

He interrupts before Nico can finish. "No, let me guess. Nicole, right? Or are you Amber?"

You frown. "Neither. Actually, you just missed Nicole."

"Damn!" Carmine snaps his finger. "I really wanted to see the hottie my boy won't shut up about it."

"Bro," Nico says, with what could be a glare if his eyes were alert at all.

"Nah, I mean, you're cute too, don't get me wrong. What's your name sweetheart?"

"I'm nobody," you answer, hastily. "And I'm leaving so…have a good night. It was nice to meet you." You stand, ignoring the hushed way Nico tries to stall you. You put a hand on his shoulder to stop his fretting. "Happy birthday, Nico." You lean in, landing a soft, barely there kiss to his cheek. Eyes glued to the exit sign, you walk as fast as you can towards it before you completely lose your composure. You even ignore Pickles when he calls your name, pretending not to hear the way he asks Nico what happened to make you run off.

You look back at the dance floor quickly, noticing Nico's red bandana bob and sway in the crowd. You leave before it gets too close. The cold air outside hits you in the face like a brick, clearing your senses and leaving you with a weird empty feeling. Like you had something in the palm of your hand but it's slipped through your fingers. You walk a few feet, until the music is no longer drumming in your ears, and lean against the wall of a closed Chinese takeout. Your hands brace against your knees and you let yourself breathe. You can feel tears start to prick at your eyes but you're too drained to fight them off. You can't help but wonder what the hell that was all about. Your feelings for Nico aren't entirely a secret to anyone, certainly not to yourself, though you hope you've always held your composure well enough. You're always hiding your blushing cheeks when he flirts and batting away Nicole and Amber's teasing when they catch you smiling to yourself after leaving the kitchen. But you always held it arm's length, knowing it was all just part of the fun with Nico. It can't ever be serious with him, it just can't be.

"Y/N."

His voice is like a rasps against the wind. You brush your eyes quickly, straightening up as Nico jogs haphazardly towards you.

"Why'd you leave so fast?" he says, breathing heavy as he catches up to you.

"Sorry, yeah, I um, I didn't realize how late it was," you lie.

"Are you mad or somethin'?"

You shake your head as he contemplates you. Eventually he leans against the wall next to you, pulling his vape out for a long pull, as if that's going to help him breathe any easier.

You shrug one shoulder up. "I didn't want to overstay my welcome, is all," you admit quietly, trying to escape the track of his eyes on you. His lids are heavy almost closing as he rests his head back against the wall, yet he won't take his eyes off you. "Not possible for you to do that."

"I have to go, Nico." You say gently.

"Don't." Nico says, hand finding yours again. Entwining your fingers together, Nico tugs you towards him and you oblige, leaning against your side so you're facing him. His head falls into the crook of your neck and you can feel him nuzzling against the sensitive skin there.

"Nico," you protest without any real harshness or edge to your tone. Just a sadness that you can't mask the way you normally would.

"Stay," he pleads, hand trailing down your back. "Everyone else can leave, if it means you'll stay." His words murmur against your skin. Lips press against the side of your neck so gentle you're not sure you really feel anything at all. You sigh as he moves further up, letting him land soft little kisses up your neck to the nape of your ear. He nips at your lobe and that's when you have to push him away.

"Nico," you say firmly, putting a hand against his chest to make distance. He smirks as his head lolls back against the brick wall.

"C'mon baby," his hand hooks around your wrist, thumb running gentle circles. "I know you want me."

Your heart drops, sinking into the deepest pit of your stomach. You wretch away from him. "Don't be an asshole."

Nico's bloodshot eyes widen and he shakes his head as he stumbles forward trying to cling onto you again. "No, no, no. I want it too. YOU, I mean, I want YOU too."

He's holding onto your wrists, knees slightly bent as he sways in the non-existent wind. You're afraid he's going to fall down and you won't have the strength to pick him up so you walk him back towards the wall so he can lean against it. You try to pull your hand from him but he just holds on even tighter. "It's your birthday, you're drunk and you're just trying to get laid. There's a million girls in that club that would be happy to go home with you. Please don't do this to me, Nico. It's not fair. "

"They're not you. I don't want them."

"You don't want me either!" you laugh, incredulously.

Nico's mouth drops open, eyebrows shooting straight up as if they're going to hide in his bandana. "You're all I want!" You don't know how to respond to that. You stare back towards the club hoping Pickles or Carmine or someone will appear and come take him away so you can just go home and forget this entire night happened.

"I like you SO much," Nico confesses, eyes still wide and words slurring together. "Like, I haven't even quit once since you started working. Every time I get to see you it makes all the like bullshit worth it. I know it's kinda crazy, you and me. You deserve a lot better."

All the wind knocks out of you. You try to process what Nico is saying, justify it against the way his eyes glaze over with alcohol and weed. "You're drunk," you say again, an explanation.

"Yeah," he smiles, lopsided. "No way I'd ever tell you this shit if I wasn't."

And though his eyes are barely open there's a sincerity to his words. "You know," he continues, "I've seen our future, if we like, try this. It's all good baby, just me and you forever. 'Till the four kids of course."

"Four?" you laugh,"That seems like a lot."

"Okay maybe two, and a cat named Lucy."

"I'd like a cat," you smile, leaning against him as Nico wraps his arms around your waist. You can feel the stretch of his smile against your cheek as he spreads kisses across your face. He moves closer to your mouth and you can feel his lips reach out for yours. You catch his head between your palms. "Not while you're drunk," you reprimand gently.

"That's fair. I can fuck with that," Nico smiles. "Tomorrow then. I'm taking out for breakfast before our shift and I'mma kiss the shit out of you."

"Sure," you smile back. "IF you remember any of this."

"Oh, baby, I'll never forget it."

Nico grabs you, picking you up off the ground as he twirls you just slightly. You're a little afraid you're both going to fall and tumble to the ground but he makes it around a little half circle before setting you back down. You throw your arms around his neck, holding him close as he nuzzles deep against your cheek.

Your phone pings, notifying you of a text. You pull it out from your purse, swiping it open while Nico continues to nestle into you. It's from Nicole, a picture of she took of you and Nico dancing. In it you're pressed against him, face hidden in his collar as he looks down on you with an expression of pure serenity. Looking at it you can't help the butterflies that swarm within you. You hold Nico even tighter, hiding your big, wide grin against his hair.

#bistro huddy #headcannons #nico x reader #god i hope there's somebody out there who wants this beside me hahahahhaa

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