#“Xander for once in your life will you just shut up”

[only-one-brain-cell]

Xander has done some incredibly stupid things but before it’s never been drive around a guy who resurrected 3 of his buddy’s from the grave stupid.

[unwilling-souls-if]

how would the ros react to finding an artist mcs sketchbook and seeing drawings of them in it? uwu

Crushing stage pining? Crushing stage pining <3

Xander slams the sketchbook shut when he sees the first drawing of him. He tries to convince himself it doesn't mean anything. After all, MC must draw a bit of everything, right? And they see each other a lot. Makes perfect sense. Totally.

Charlotte blushes furiously and tries to resist the temptation to look further. But it tugs at her brain for days after. She keeps thinking about each details of the drawing, and wonders if that's how MC see them. She can't look them in the eye for a little while— or she gets too flustered.

Dione hesitates for once. She really wants to look through the pages and find more drawings of her. At the same time, it feels a bit privacy-breaking. Such a conflict. She huffs with annoyance. Pesky morals. Ultimately, she puts back the sketchbook where she found it, but she makes sly, subtle comments about MC needing a muse for the following weeks. She wants to see if MC is gonna fess up.

Perceval can't help but smile so hard his face hurts. He loves art, but his own skills suck, so he's really admirative. And really, really flustered as well. He has been a muse to some people during his long life, but it never made him feel like MC does. He'd be more conscious of his appearance, worrying about whether or not MC will find it beautiful enough to draw.

Crescent just found either something to subtly tease MC and they're a menace. They'll never straight up admit they've seen it, and if somehow they do, you'll never know how much they've seen (the answer is all of it). Crescent is enamored by it though, despite the probing and teasing. It's all just a way to deflect and not linger on the butterflies and feelings swirling in their stomach. Just their regular facade.

Thank you for your ask 🩷

[pangtasias-atelier]

heyyy could you write a keaton x xander fic where xander has been fattening keaton up and keaton is in massive denial about his weight until he's immobile and forced to realize?

I kinda forgot how much y'all love fates cause like outside of this community so many bitches rag on it. But I'm right here with y'all on seeing the men get fat as fuck abjsnasn

I hope you enjoy this cause I feel like I'm bad with Xander since I don't like him much but did have fun going back and seeing some his supports to like try and do him some justice

Warning: This is a fetish story!

"Looord Xanderrr," Peri skipping down the hallway, her hair as bright as her current attitude, bounces along with her movement. She hums to herself with both her eyes closed after having announced herself. 

Her fellow coworker walks behind her. Walking normally unlike Peri, Laslow's steady pace has him keeping up with her. For once, he keeps a rather serious demeanor to him with no maidens around for him to hit on. Though he does look forward to heading off into town after his last report for the day. Standing in front of the door to Xander's study, he only knocks once before the door opens. "Your majesty, your-"

"Stuff it, Laslow. He told me," Peri smiles to herself, the lethal knight radiating nothing but positivity. "Your pet asked me to come get you. Said that he's absolutely starving,"

"Keaton is my husband, Peri. Not a pet," He walks out of his study with a frown marring his pristine, chiseled face. 

"Aww, but you sure do stuff him like one though,"

Laslow's eyes widen from Peri's blunt words, even the swordsman unable to bring himself past simple jokes or teasing. "I'll make sure to speak with her over-" Laslow holds back a grumble as he gets interrupted again. 

"No need. I must admit, Keaton has been eating quite a lot. Though I am to blame for indulging my husband," Xander smiles to himself. He adjusts his clothes before going to see his lovely husband.

"Well, as long as he's happy I guess," Laslow stands back, ready to be dismissed at any moment.

Peri seems to have no tact whatsoever unlike her coworker. "He's also pretty fat too,"

Laslow shuts his eyes, ready for a lecture.

"Indeed. It suits him well, doesn't it?" Xander mentally gushes over his husband, envisioning the wolfskin's pudgy little love handles that puff out from his too tight vest and his soft, squishy thighs that stretch his pants.

"Of course! Of course, your majesty," Laslow blurts out. Eyeing Peri, he hopes she'll get his hint.

She doesn't. "Yep. He looks so soft and squishy now! You've done a number on his waist," 

"Yes, he is very soft," Xander catches his own thoughts and coughs into his fist. "But regardless, you two are dismissed for the day,"

Laslow already drags Peri away by her hand. "Thank you, your majesty! Take care,"

Xander heads back to his husband from now being left alone. His study is rather close to the two's shared room, so it only takes him a few moments to reach his husband. His entire face turns a soft shade of red upon the sight of Keaton, the same lovely shade that resembles Keaton’s gut when stuffed with an extra serving of food past his usual intake. 

Keaton currently lays down on the expansive couch, all plump three hundred pounds of him Resting on his back, his overly stuffed belly juts out above him. Keaton’s vest is completely useless now from his extra weight. All of the buttons on the black vest are gone, every single last one popped several meals. His button up fares better. Only marginally so, the buttons able to at least hold on for dear life as the fabric tries its hardest to wrap around the extra adipose. The white fabric is bunched up around his soft bundles of flab that make up his rolls. The fabric shows off more than just his chest now. Bits of Keaton’s flabby gut poke out in between the holes where his buttons barely manage to stay together. And the underside of his gut is completely exposed; neither his shirt nor his vest manage to cover up Keaton in all his entirety with so much extra width to cover. Keaton’s chest presses against the soft fabric of his shirt and vest. Two soft well cared for breasts adorn his plush body, the two breasts a large departure from Keaton’s once defined pecs. The inner bits of adipose from his chest are still exposed with the upper buttons left completely undone. The back and sides of Keaton’s clothes also struggle to withhold all his flab. The materials billow out from his soft, squishy love handles and the side of his chest. With more to cover now from the extra weight, Keaton’s widened back that’s adorned with small overlapping bits of pudge help stretch the clothes to their limit even further. 

Keaton’s pants are unbuttoned, the far too tight pants undone midway through his gorging. His thighs show off the fine craftsmanship behind the pants. Zero holes or tears throughout the entire fabric, the slightly stretchable material hugs his thick frame like a second skin. Keaton’s large thighs have some room between them with how he spreads his legs on the couch. With keaton’s position, his doughy fat pad presses against the taut pants. The two perky, smackable cheeks making up his ass similarly stretches his clothes.All of the belts and straps that used to wrap around his thighs are gone now with Xander having them removed some time ago after Keaton’s numerous complaints about the items magically shrinking rather than any other much more likely reason for the tight fit, like his extra weight.

Despite being the very reason for his extra weight—along with some extra help from Xander—Keaton finds every fault or excuse for his increasing issues from his weight besides himself or his husband. A miscast spell, a poorly washed outfit that shrunk, Nohrian furniture not as big or sturdy compared to his village, or even a hex casted on him—the latter thought coming to Keaton during his most lucid moments of only being a smidge off the actual reason—are all far more convincing and compelling reasons to explain his issues than any actual overindulgence on his part. 

And Xander finds the blissful ignorance far too adorable. Almost as loving and charming as his husband’s bloated, flabby body. “You called for me, love?” Xander kneels down on the floor. In the comfort and sanctity of their own room, he presses his face into Keaton’s gut; the warm belly audibly churns and rumbles as it digests the feast he just ate. 

“I’m hungry,,,” Keaton whines like nothing could matter more than satiating his own seemingly insatiable hunger. His eyes are closed, both of them shut tight in something reminiscent of pain as Xander applies only the slightest bit of pressure. 

“It pleases me to see how much you adore the cuisine here. Allow me to hand you the rest of your meal,” Removing himself from Keaton’s bloated gut, Xander reaches for the last plate of food. A small bowl of alfredo, the carb laden dish already has Keaton’s gut gurgling as if in a vain hope to deter its owner from eating more. But Xander stops the nearly improbable chance from happening anyways by feeding the already stuffed Keaton. 

And Keaton dutifully eats. He doesn’t bother to hide his own satisfaction as Xander feeds him another forkful and then another. His tail even attempts to wag despite being pinned under his own weight. “So good,” Keaton wheezes out as Xander finally feeds him the last remaining forkful. Every single meal so tantalizingly delicious, he couldn’t help himself but crave more of it, even with an already stuffed gut.

“I’ll let the chefs know how much you enjoyed the meal,” Xander plants a kiss on Keaton’s exposed gut, the lowest button gone halfway through the pasta. “And I’ll have them make more so it’s ready after your nap,”

“Yeah, lots of it too,” Keaton lets out a yawn that wracks his entire body with fatigue. “Love you,” He allows his body to take the desperate post binge nap it needs, Keaton snoring away not even minutes afterwards.

Xander delivers on his promise and Keaton’s request. More than enough food to go around, Keaton certainly never has to worry about ever going hungry with his husband to take care of him. And regardless of how much Keaton needs to eat just to reach base level satisfaction or how his upsized clothes rip and tear or the way furniture begins to shake and creak the fatter he gets or how out of breath he gets from the simplest of movements, Keaton never even thinks to blame his own gluttonous, hedonistic self or the loving albeit selfish desires of his husband who all too easily fattens him up. Instead, he simply allows himself to glut out to his and Xander’s heart’s content.

“Only a few more steps,” One overladen arm over his shoulder, Xander is completely calm as he helps his husband walk. 

The complete opposite of Xander, Keaton is a tired, wheezing mess that only manages to walk around with the aid of his adoring husband who secretly, only to Keaton, fattens him up. “The servants must've *groan* moved everything further,” His face drenched in sweat just from getting out of bed and waddling to the couch, Keaton would wipe off the buckets of water pouring down his face if not for the difficulty that comes from lifting up an arm that is larger than his head now. “And you’re dieting. You’re so small,” Keaton mutters right as Xander helps him get to the couch. Which he allows himself to completely fall on top of this time, his knees swaddled in copious amounts of flab wishing nothing more than to give out and rest.

And the couch gives out from underneath him, already cracked and straining legs completely broken in half from the pile of lard for a wolfskin that sits atop it.

“And the furniture is weak ughhh,” Keaton has his porcine head tilted back. His eyes shut, he slowly attempts to catch his breath. His jowls jiggle as he puffs his cheeks out with each deep breath he takes. Even Keaton’s multiple chins wobble from his heavy breathing, the sounds comparable to someone running a marathon.

Xander dabs Keaton’s ponderous figure with a towel in the meanwhile. Careful not to put too much pressure on his husband, Xander adores the sight of his titanic love. 

Most of the couch taken up by Keaton, his lard overflows the broken furniture. His ample gut that juts out in front of him sags off the cushions. Enough to drape down and slightly press and rest against the plush carpet. Keaton’s enormous gut comes close to rivaling his transformed state; the large mass of fat big enough to look even too much in his beast form. His gut currently gurgles for more food despite already having his breakfasts followed by breakfast desserts in bed. Keaton’s gut is the largest part of him, the always stuffed and crammed belly growing fatter by the day. His chest also a large recipient, the two meaty, pendulous breasts that always sway and slosh against the rest of his lard now comfortably drape down his blubbery pile of fat for a body. Keaton’s large moobs press against his jutting love handles along with his arms as well. His thighs so ponderously wide, the two pillars for legs are practically stuck together; the only thing that breaks up the glued together large thighs is Keaton’s cascading waterfall of a gut that needs as much space as it can get. Which it does. Keaton’s thighs are spread as far apart as they can, the two large, overstuffed limbs splayed out on the couch and looking even larger from pressing down on the furniture. His swollen calves and ankles look much smaller compared to the rest of his enormity. His hands are the same; the two bloated mitts for hands are slightly sunken from the tire of fat that rolls onto them from his wrists. Keaton’s large ass presses against the backrest. The two large chair crushing ass cheeks even practically envelop his poor stubby little tail, the additional limb marking him as a wolfskin completely irrelevant when compared to the rest of his enormous size.

With so much fat stacked onto his body that the wolfskin is soon starting to lose much shape along with his mobility. Something that Keaon only retains a passing resemblance of from Xander’s assistance, his loving encouraging husband always by his side to help him before he could even ask for it.

“Are you comfortable now?” Xander asks as he pulls away the towel from his now dry husband and pinches his porcine cheeks. 

Keaton responds with only a wheeze. Attempting to move on his own, his arms are strained as he struggles to do the bare minimum of adjusting his spot with his massive gut and thighs squishing his fupa. But Keaton is unable to muster up the strength and energy to do something as simple as that. The obese wolfskin quickly gives up, a jumble of groans and wheezes coming out of his mouth.

“You’ve truly gotten so fat, dear,” Xander leans into Keaton. Pressing his face to him, he kisses him. “You’ve positively let yourself go,”

Keaton whimpers under Xander’s gaze. His tail that somehow manages to wag despite being buried under his own lard tells another story. “N-no I haven’t. It’s just… There’s-”

“There’s what, Keaton? You’ve only been able to move this past week because I helped you. Surely you can recognize that. Though with how wilfully ignorant you’ve been,,,” Xander trails off pressing a finger against Keaton’s enormous breast and sinks into it.

“Well, you’ve just been fattening me up! I-I didn’t want to say no to you,” Keaton looks away. His face is completely red, a pout accompanying his blush. Finally forced to come to terms with his size, he still does his best to blame it on anything besides himself.

“Then I’ll stop feeding you so much,”

Keaton, wide eyed, turns his head, face jiggling. 

“If you don’t like eating so much. And being so massive,” Xander reaches to both sides of Keaton. He lifts up both of his arms, the two enormous barrels for biceps squishing his face with each arm larger than his head from all the fat caked onto him. “Then I’ll help you lose weight. Unless you enjoy being so nice and fat and want to get even bigger, Keaton,”

Hearing his name called brings the wolfskin back to reality. As if able to finally correlate his name with his immobile size, he takes a glance down at his body. Nothing but lard takes up his vision, the two enormous tits that are his chest the first thing he sees followed by his ponderous gut taking up most of the rest of his vision alongside some of his massive thighs that aren’t covered by his gut. “Feed me,” Grinning to himself, Keaton takes pleasure at the sight. No more mental barrier into coming to terms with his size, the wolfskin craves nothing more than glutting out and growing fatter after already having worked so hard for it and denying it.

Xander returns the smile. He kisses his husband, one hand buried underneath Keaton’s multiple chins as he caresses him. “Gladly. I’ll make sure you never go full,”

And Xander does exactly as he promises. He feeds the obese Keaton with all the prepared food and then some, hoping to truly see him immobile and unable to move with his help by the end of the day and then even more the next, the two men content.

[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

Could I possibly request a bit of angst like maybe Teruko, Xander, Whit, and one other drdt character that I can’t think of (all of them separate of course) finding their s/o injured and bleeding out from an ambush and how they couldn’t tell who did it from how fast it happened while they’re being patched up ? Hopefully this is cool with you :)

Don’t worry, I’m cool with this! I wrote this so the ambush takes place during the killing game, I hope that’s ok! Also I have no idea which other character you were referring to so I added Veronika because I thought it would be fun to add her! Hope you enjoy!

Teruko, Xander, and Whit with an S/O who was injured in an ambush

Gn! Reader

Warnings: blood, injury, mentions of death but no actual death occurs, mentions of torture in Veronica’s part, mentions of drugging, mentions of the movie Hostel in Veronika’s part (it’s horror movie about torture so I figured it deserved a warning)

-Knowing her luck, she was most likely the one to find you, and surprisingly, she’s not as hysterical as you might think she would be. I mean, she’s still pretty freaked out, but she knows that right now her main priority is getting you medical attention, and focusing on her emotions might get in the way of helping you

-Her first step is to get you to the infirmary before you bleed out, she’s surprisingly strong so she can carry you there just fine. On her way she questions you on who attacked you and if you were hurt anywhere she couldn’t see, once she gets an answer to those questions her main priority becomes keeping you awake

-It wouldn’t be until you fully lost consciousness that she begins to freak out, she was distracting herself by distracting you, but now that you’re out she has no way to keep herself from acknowledging how dire the situation is

-She doesn’t trust herself enough to try to heal you on her own (bad luck and all that), so she either forces Arturo to do it or she forces Monotv to do it, although since you don’t know who attacked you, he’s reluctant to let a potential murder go to waste. Considering how badly you were injured, it takes awhile to heal you, and nobody’s sure if you’ll even make it.

-Through it all, Teruko seems to have completely shut down her emotions. She refuses to cry or show fear in front of the others, not now, not after how they’ve treated her. She won’t show weakness, especially since the person who tried to kill you is still alive and free.

-Inside however, she’s a wreck. She’s lost the few people she allowed herself to get close to in the past, if she loses you she doesn’t know what she’ll do. Probably kill whoever killed you before Monotv can get his paws on them, it’s not like she was ever going to escape this place anyway.

-She doesn’t leave the infirmary area until she here’s news about your condition, good or bad. If you’re gonna go, she’s going to be there with you, she won’t let you die alone.

-Once she gets the news that you’ll live, she breathes the biggest sigh of relief anyone could possibly imagine. She stays by your side until you wake up, but when you do she has no idea what to say. I mean, what are you supposed to say to someone who’s had a near death experience? So she opts to stay silent, instead hugging you carefully until you say something

-Once she’s sure you’ll be alright, she makes it her life’s mission to find out who hurt you. She’s not above getting aggressive with the others if they refuse to cooperate with her search, especially since it comes down to your safety. She most likely won’t pick a physical fight with whoever did it if she find out, but she will make sure they can’t come within 30 yards of you ever again, and she makes sure everybody else knows what they’ve done too.

-There’s no way in hell Teruko is gonna let you out of her sight for the rest of the game, even with those who she knows didn’t attack you. She was already pretty protective of you given the circumstances, but your near death experience has increased her protectiveness ten-fold. Nobody except her is allowed near you anymore, no matter how much you protest. Call her overprotective all you like, but she’s not playing when it comes to your safety.

-She won’t tell you how scared she is of you dying or getting attacked again, not unless she’s on the verge of sleep when you ask her about it. But it’s easy to tell how scared she is from the way she grips you in her sleep, or how she pulls you closer whenever anyone passes you two by

-Just…stay alive for her, ok? She can’t afford to lose another person she loves, not like this.

-Veronika could tell something was wrong long before she found you, call it a sixth sense or something. She’s very perceptive so I think she could guess that someone was going to try to kill, she just didn’t realize you’d be the victim

-When she does find you, she is scarily calm. Like, there is not a single ounce of emotion showing on her face. You couldn’t begin to guess what she’s thinking right now.

-Without hesitation, she picks you up and books it for the infirmary a lot faster than you would imagine someone carrying a limp body would be able to run. Veronika knows better than anyone how quickly a person can bleed out, so all she’s focusing on is keeping you conscious until she can get you medical help. She doesn’t bother asking you who did it, she doesn’t want to upset you any further and besides, she could figure it out on her own later. Instead, she tries to engage in some regular conversation to help try keeping you calm but awake.

-You best believe Monotv is fixing you up, Veronika has no way of confirming Arturo’s innocence in this moment so she won’t allow him near you, and she’s scary enough that even Monotv can’t deny her request.

-Now that you’re unconscious, she knows that she won’t be of any help to you. So while Monotv is trying to save you, she goes on a witch hunt for your assailant.

-Nobody, and I mean nobody, is safe from her wrath. She’s gone back to acting like her regular, bubbly (disturbing) self, but anyone within a ten mile radius of her can feel the stone cold rage that’s radiating off of her. Nobody bothers lying to her when she questions them, they know she would know if they lied, and they aren’t stupid enough to risk feeling her wrath over a silly lie, even if they’re innocent. Of course, the person responsible lies right to her face, but she knows. And she’ll be damned if they get away with it

-Veronika doesn’t wait to hear if you’ll live before enacting her vengeance on whoever attacked you, if she waited and you did die then she won’t have time to mess with the killer before the trial begins.

-It’s not hard for her to get her hands on the would-be-killer, all she had to do is drug the water they’re drinking without them noticing (Monotv was more than happy to supply her with the pills) , and drag them back to her room. And oh boy, does she go to town on them.

-You ever seen hostel? Yeah it’s kinda like that except she keeps the attacker alive. She will not hold back, she will go as far as she can without outright killing the perpetrator

-She might let them go after their “punishment” is over, or she might keep them tied up in her room somewhere, who knows! It all depends on if she feels bothered enough to feed and water them

-She’ll then check up on you, hoping that you’re still alive. Fear and concern begin to eat her alive now that she got all the murderous rage out of her system. She’ll stay with your unconscious body as long as she can, only leaving to grab food or use the bathroom.

-When you finally wake up, she’s ecstatic! She’ll hug you and kiss you and wait on your every request. She basically treats you like royalty

-She won’t tell you about how she handled your attacker, she doesn’t need you worrying about her safety or thinking about that gruesome scene

-She doesn’t worry about it happening again since she took care of your assailant , but obviously you might, so she’ll do her best to reassure you. Anything that’ll make you feel safer, she’ll do. She comes with you everywhere if you’d like (it gives her a little piece of mind too), and she does her best to distract you by any means necessary to keep you from spiraling into terror

-Eventually your fears will dissipate, nothing bad has happened to you when Veronika’s by your side, so there’s nothing to fear anymore. She makes sure of it.

-Afraid, very afraid

-He wasn’t the one to find you, Teruko was. He found out after a very concerned David saw her carry your limp and bloody body to the infirmary

-He immediately rushes to the infirmary, terrified that you might be dead. He’s relieved to see you still alive, but also extremely worried when he sees the extent of your injuries. With no way of knowing if you’ll pull through, he stays by your side, constantly watching to make sure you’re still breathing

-He blames himself for your attack. If he had been there with you, if he hadn’t left you alone, then maybe he could have stopped your assailant from nearly killing you. At the very least he could have been there to defend you, most of Xanders classmates wouldn’t anywhere near strong enough to face him.

-Teruko informs him that before you passed out, you told her that the attack was too quick for you to identify the assailant. He thinks briefly of trying to find out who did it, but he won’t leave you in the condition you’re in by yourself, no way.

-He keeps an eye on whoever’s healing you, even if it’s just MonoTv. He’s not risking your safety, especially after he failed to keep you out of harms way the first time.

-Once you regain consciousness, he’ll be all over you. No one in the school can rip you from his arms, he refuses to let you go (unless he’s hurting you, in which case he’ll refrain from intense physical contact.) He asks you a ton of questions, mostly along the lines of “are you in any pain? or “can I get you anything?” Anything you want, he’ll get. He’s at your beck and call

-He refuses to leave you by yourself after that. The only other person he feels he can trust around you is Teruko, anyone else can only interact with you when he’s in the room. He hates being overbearing, but the fear that you’ll get attacked again is far greater than his dislike of hovering.

-If he gets any indication of who the attacker was, he is on them so quickly it’s not even funny. He doesn’t care who’s around to see it (except you) or what the consequences will be for him, he’s pounding their face in. He won’t stop until his victim is either unconscious or on the verge of dying, as much as he wants them dead he doesn’t want to get executed. He also makes sure everyone else is aware of what they’ve done so nobody else falls victim to that person

-He’s also not leaving you alone ever again (unless Teruko’s with you). As the game progresses his trust in the rest of the group goes down astronomically, he can’t afford to risk leaving you with everyone when anybody could kill next.

-Still, it eases your worry to have him around. He’s the strongest out of everybody there so as long as you stick with him, you know you’ll be fine

-Oh he’s an absolute w r e c k

-He’s likely to find you first as well, he’s extremely clingy and was probably looking for you when he found your unconscious body.

-He’s terrified, he has no idea if you’re even still alive or not, he’s just trying to get you to help as soon as possible. He screams for help until someone shows up, helping him carry you to the infirmary while he sobs

-He’s not leaving your side, he refuses to. Even when Monotv is patching you up, even the smell and sight of blood become too much to bear for him, he’s still there, watching your every move (or lack thereof). He stays at your side all night, sleeping next to your unconscious body

-Whit has no idea what to do. He doesn’t know who did this, he doesn’t know how to help you, he doesn’t even know how to help himself. He can’t dark humor his way out of this one, not while you’re actively hurting. He knows he can’t really do anything to find the perpetrator, so at your side he remains, waiting for you to wake up

-Once you do, he’s immediately peppering your face with kisses, beyond relieved that you finally woke up. He was afraid you would fall into a coma and never come back to him, but you’re here now, alive and conscious.

-Anything you need, he'll get. He waits on you hand and foot, anything to make your recovery easier. He doesn't want to overwhelm you, but he will ask if you remember who attacked you. While he's disappointed that you didn't get to see them, he won't push it any further. He's just glad you're safe.

-He doesn't stop you from seeing the others once you've recovered enough, but he will be watching over you like a HAWK whenever you're with anyone else. The only person he even remotely trusts around you is Charles, solely because he knows Charles couldn't hurt you without passing out.

-If he gets any indication of who did it he will make their life a living hell. He won't hurt them physically, but he will make sure they're ostracised from the group. He'll also bully them horrendously, making it his mission in life to annoy the attacker any chance he gets.

-He won't tell you worried he is, and it may be hard to tell, but don't be fooled. He's so scared you'll get hurt again. He tries to hide his feelings from you, but you can hear him crying himself to sleep sometimes when it all gets to be too much. He feels like it's his fault, like he didn't do enough to protect you.

-Please comfort him, he needs a reminder that it's not his fault and that you're still here, safe with him.

I hope you enjoyed!

[drdtnsfw]

Who moves around the most during sex. Wiggling, shuffling around, and trembling, sometimes nearly shoving their dom, Sometimes trying to get away from feeling so much sensations.. Discuss

I roll up my sleeves;

Teruko: She's not used to positive stimulation so I could see her flinching or writhing a lot. She'd need to trust you before you take her to bed in the first place. She may be a switch but prefers to lead even if she isn't sure what she's doing.

Xander: Usually tops so he's too focused on pleasuring his partner. If his partner is a tease though then his movements get sloppy and more desperate. I see him as a sub top or a service top depending on who he's with.

David: I go back and forth about David frequently about if he'd have experience or if he'd have none. Here's what stays consistent though in my thoughts regarding him. He's a brat in the bedroom if he bottoms, he still doesn't like to relinquish control of the situation when bottoming. Gentle somewhat bores him so you need to be rougher. Leave some marks and make it worth his time. He does try to default to praise first to muffle his moans but if you're rough enough then he won't be doing that for long. He doesn't want to walk tomorrow after this so get to work.

Charles: Not used to touch but especially not intimate stimuli so I see him being loud but also trying not to squirm because god forbid his partner teases him about this later; he would not be able to endure that.

Whit: Definitely a switch that usually ends up topping either because his partners are inexperienced or they cannot handle his teasing. Actually wont moan that much unless he's trying to tease you; any auralist kink havers out here? That's for you. He's more focused on making you a mess.

Eden: She doesn't top often unless her partner hasn't had this sort of sex before. She likes being a pillow princess otherwise since intimacy makes her easily embarrassed at first so she'll just freeze up. It gets too steamy so she has to take her glasses off and then she's basically blind as a bat. Which is fine since she should only be focused on you anyway. The added blindness makes everything feel more incredible.

Levi: Doesn't squirm too much but he'll grip sheets, counter tops and other surfaces nearby when he's on the receiving end.

Veronika: Not used to intimacy and finds all of it fascinating but silly. She's seen scenes in R rated films and also in anatomy books but actually putting it to practice is a different story. She's very clingy.

Nico: You want them? In bed with you? Seriously? You feel this strongly towards them that you'd want to go to bed with them? They'd be awestruck at first and the lack of experience shows with how much they shiver and squirm from all you're doing to them.

Min: She's only ever focused on studying. She understands how it all works but outside of books she's clueless. She'd be a mess; that in itself is an understatement.

Arturo: If you so much as manage to get him interested enough to go to bed with you then he'd play off being bored first until you flip him on his back and rip the snarky comments right out of his throat. Your whole goal would be to shut him up.

J: She can't stay still to save her life, we know this. She covers up so much because she's so sensitive. To go to bed with her, well; I hope you're a brat tamer.

Arei: If you hit certain spots then she's putty in your hands but you have to tame the brat out of her first.

Ace: Man's is so small that you'll hit several stimuli points at once and pretty easily. He's loud and falls apart quickly.

Rose: She's usually the one topping but her nipples are sensitive.

Hu: She's not loud, her moans are more like breathless sighs but she tends to top anyway since she's more focused on taking care of her partner than her own pleasure.

[wikiangela]

I always thought Xander confrontation with Anya was about him acting as Buffy’s heart:

Both of them feel betrayed by Spike/Anya and Buffy has expressed how conflicted she feels about sleeping with Spike.

So I saw Xander angry reaction of anger, betrayal and disgust of the situation as something Buffy has been thinking forever and being expressed through Xander because Xander is metaphorically Buffy’s heart.

I’m not even trying to sound like a Xander defender that’s honestly how I interpreted the scene when I first watched it

I mean, it's a valid take, and while I absolutely understand why they reacted that way, and it was valid - Buffy had all the right to feel betrayed and hurt, and Xander's anger at his ex sleeping with someone he hates more than anything was kinda warranted - I think my dislike for Xander has been building up for so long I just can't help but feel annoyed 😂

first of all, I'm still so pissed at how he handled the wedding too - how he left Anya there all alone to deal with all the guests and everything - like, if you came back to tell her it's not happening, why not tell everyone?? why leave her to do it?? - and he has the audacity to make a scene when she sleeps with someone else - I understand being angry and hurt, obviously, but it was just infuriating

not to mention how Xander was convinced Anya did it on purpose to hurt him when she had no idea that she was being recorded 🤦🏻‍♀️😂 - I get emotions taking charge and all but like, lmao it was lowkey hilarious 😂

as for Xander and Buffy, Xander has been inserting himself into Buffy's relationships since the beginning, and I can't be the only one who sees that he's still lowkey obsessed with her 😂 I firmly believe that if Buffy was willing to fuck him, he'd jump on the occasion immediately 😂 (maybe I'm wrong, but like, he's been jealous of her boyfriends since day 1, and that never changed, and you can't tell me he's just concerned)

even if they intended for him to act as Buffy's heart, I just can't help but be fucking annoyed with him

I already hated when he defended Riley (which is a whole other thing I'm not even gonna start on bc I'm still too angry) and here he was again jumping into Buffy's love life like he has any business doing so - even if his reaction is what Buffy was thinking... why do that? we already knew what Buffy was thinking and feeling, Sarah Michelle Gellar is such an amazing actress she showed all that in Buffy's face constantly, I didn't need another scene making me like Xander less 😂

Buffy even told him later it wasn't his business who she sleeps with - and it isn't - even if she's making a huge mistake, it's her mistake and he already expressed his disapproval once, he can shut up now

I think my problem with his reaction was mainly about how fucking entitled he feels to Buffy and to always have a say in her romantic relationships, in whatever relationship she's in - I get that they're friends, but honestly, why are they 😂 if my friend was constantly criticizing my relationships, especially when I wouldn't want any advice or anything from them, I'd honestly stop hanging out with them 😂 (unless it was like a very bad situation and they'd have reasons to be worried, but like, Xander knows Buffy can handle herself against Spike and nothing she does is against her will so 💁🏻‍♀️)

besides, just his entire attitude towards Buffy and women in general kinda takes me out of the show and makes me remember that: oh right, this is a 90s show 😂 (like, okay, there's more characters sometimes making comments that make me think that, but lately it's been mostly Xander)

your take about Xander being Buffy's heart makes a lot of sense and maybe if they didn't make me dislike Xander as much until that point, I'd think that too, but alas, I'm just annoyed with most of the things he does 😂 and, like I mentioned, to me it came off more as another example of him feeling entitled to Buffy 💁🏻‍♀️😂 but like with art, with media also there can be as many interpretations as there are people, and that's what's great about it haha

thanks for the ask though! 😘 (and sorry I went on a rant and it got long lmao)

[sleepinggrigori]

daisy :   did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ?   what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?  

edelweiss :   what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ?  are they known to be courageous from then on ?   FOR ALL if you want! otherwise just the kids you're most feeling <3

DAISY:

Jeremy was the one who found his mom after she passed. She was everything to him: she was a strong father, and then when they left the army and she transitioned, she tried SO hard to be the best mother. She was his rock, the one always cheering in his corner, his biggest supporter. He could talk to her about everything. On top of that, she was the only family he had; the disgrace of leaving and the transition had cut off all ties they had to the rest of the family. Family is so important to Jeremy, and not having that--even though he’s found people like family--has made him feel completely adrift in the world in a way he’s never truly healed from, even though years have passed.

For Annalise, similarly, it was the loss of her grandmother. Annalise was raised by a single father who’s a long-distance trucker, so while he was away on jobs, she stayed with her grandma so she could attend school. Her abuela’s loss was much less of a shock than Jeremy’s mom, but what really drove it home was how her uncle manipulated the death affairs to steal the abuela’s home right out from under Annalise’s feet and cut her and her father out of all inheritance. It really laid bare for her the extent of human cruelty, adding poison to the deep well of grief. After that, she had to finish out her schooling in an empty apartment she cared for all alone--barring her dad’s brief visits home. That was when she truly began to shut herself off from the human world.

Xander’s isn’t quite as heavy as the other two’s, but for him, no less devastating: when he first got into music, his parents were supportive. It was a good, creative outlet, and they paid for his lessons. His dad even took a few lessons with him. But when he started to take it seriously? When he started showing signs of being serious about music? They shut him down. They cut off his lessons. They started demeaning his hobby, trying to push him towards more lucrative/respectable pursuits. It was such a 180 in their attitude, it came as such a shock to him, and he felt like his eyes were really opened to their “true“ nature. It ended up being a lethal blow to their relationship.

EDELWEISS:

For Xander, it connects to the one just mentioned! He ended up cutting off his parents entirely over their lack of support. He swore that the next time they heard from him, it would be when he was a star. It’s now been over a decade since that day, and in spite of his brother’s pleading, Xander’s kept to his word. Xander still considers himself very brave. It’s 50/50 on if other people think him courageous or just reckless.

Keeping it strictly to this-human-life for Annalise, she once accidentally got left behind at a rest stop. Which doesn’t sound too scary, but when you’re a 12 year old girl in the middle of nowhere mostly surrounded by middle-aged men, it takes on a slightly different tone. She had to ask someone to call her dad to get her. Nothing happened, and in fact she ended up the de-facto daughter of the guy for the half hour it took her real dad to show up, but still. I don’t think she knows if she’s courageous. She’s not easily frightened to begin with.

For Jeremy, it’s probably the first few times he had to bodily get between Xander and someone he was fighting with. They had a period where they had drifted apart, so when they reconnected, there was a lot of uncertainty for Jeremy how much Xander could be trusted, especially when he was that worked up, nevermind the other guy. And it HAS gone badly for him on a couple of occasions, where the other guy hit Jeremy and it enraged Xander further, or he stepped in in time to catch a blow. He dabbled in martial arts a little in college, but he’s not an especially skilled fighter himself. He just knows a few tricks to try to end things. He’s pretty easily scared, but remains courageous so long as things aren’t desperately dire.

[world-of-fire-and-flight]

Find the Word Tag

Thanks for the tag, @verkja! I'm so sorry it took me so long to fill this😅 My words were Paper, Hide, Glare, and Open and I chose to use Fire & Flight to fill these, which was a lot of fun because these words brought me to scenes I otherwise overlook when I think about it😜

I'm going to leave an open tag for this with the words: Thing, Cut, Close, and Sunlight. Have fun!

Paper

The road to Fortune Falls was a tricky one. For all anybody knew, it was different and changed each time someone traveled there. With so much she didn’t know and couldn’t be certain of, Nyla grasped at what remained of her fragile faith. This was the first and only indication Xander had ever given her that he wasn’t certain. They were both fools for believing in a piece of paper or, in her case especially, for believing in their instincts to guide them to such a mythical place. Her eyes studied the sapphire-slowly-shifting-to-indigo foliage around them, so different from the forest they’d just trekked through. The leaves above their heads rustled in the gentle breeze. When her eyes fell back to the grass below, a trail of gray smoke caught her eye on the opposite side of the glade.

Hide

With a wide-eyed glance over her shoulder, Nyla’s lips quivered at how wild the plant life was. Their leaves danced and wobbled, as if the plants themselves could tremble in fear. And who knew? Maybe they could. After all, the Shadow Forest was alive in more ways than one, a fact that sometimes haunted Nyla’s nightmares. The shadows provided a place for her to hide but also for other things, dangerous things, to lurk. And as if to show how meek and powerless she was, her own legs trembled, from fear, from desperation, from the tremors that rumbled over the earth and toyed with her balance.

Glare

Behind him, Dia squawked, evidently woken up by the paper slapping shut. Cedric turned simmering eyes on the bird, who ruffled his feathers and returned a well-matched glare of disapproval.

“I envy you,” Cedric said quietly. The gleam in Dia’s eyes softened, becoming curious. “You could fly away, never to be bothered by manifestations of your own guilt or nightmares or years of—of doing nothing.”

Open

And now, when that final burst of scarlet and lilac magic collided with a thunderous rumble and that terrified shriek pierced the air, Xander fell to his knees. Every ounce of willpower was aimed at waking up, at fighting the nightmare’s hold on him. He didn’t want to know. He couldn’t bear to know what happened next. Xander had never gotten to the end of the dream, and tonight was no exception as his eyes popped open at once. A cold sweat dotted his forehead.

[me-myself-and-my-fos]

Have some *chefs kiss* angsty ship lore

Confession time

So because I’m a werewolf, I’d be keeping it a secret and trying not to get close so I don’t hurt him. But Buffy, Willow, and Xander absolutely try to get us to ask each other out, but we both resist. And THEN cause it’s Sunnydale and there’s no normal days, I think a handful of like Sirens would show up to lure various people to the sea to eat them. But they’d be disguised as new students, and one is supposed to be a new history teacher. And the Sirens take the form of what you find most attractive, so he ends up looking very similar to Giles. And I immediately fall for him.

I think it would be a few days of like Willow and Buffy talking about the handsome new history teacher and maybe me mentioning him as well before Giles is kind of like “somethings off.” ESPECIALLY once the history teacher starts showing interest in me and asks me on a date. And Giles at some point tries to convince me not to go but I’m like “I’m a big girl. I can handle myself.”

Eventually Buffy and the others figure out all the students going missing are cause of Sirens and kill them. BUT then they realize the last one is the history teacher and I just went on a date with him so they’re like “We gotta save Ms Blake!!”

Meanwhile the Siren lures me to the ocean, and he convinces me to get in a little but I only go up to my shins. That doesn’t matter though cause he and a few others pull me under and try to eat me. I fight them off for a bit because werewolf strength. But luckily Buffy and the others show up in time to save me. The sirens are dead and I’m okay.

We sort of loiter on the beach for a bit, and Giles asks if I’m okay. And I say I am but I feel really stupid and “of course the only man interested in me is a siren trying to eat me. I should’ve known the moment he showed any interest towards me. That’s the only reason anyone would.”

But he ends up interrupting me and just sort of “Ms Blake, please shut up” and kisses me which catches me WAY off guard. And Buffy tells her friends “let’s give them some privacy” and leaves for us to talk. That’s when we sort of start a relationship which is sweet and good

The real angst

But then things get kind of angsty cause we start seeing each other, then the first full moon happens and I’m still hiding I’m a werewolf. So I keep trying to make excuses about why we can’t have dinner. Once the full moon is over I’d realize I can’t have a normal life or relationships and I sort of just,,,, break up with him

Then I leave Sunnydale for six months so I think maybe sometime in season 2 something happens with my family/pack and I have to go home. So I take a temporary leave of absence from work and Giles hears about it from one of the kids.

And the day I’m leaving, finishing packing up my classroom, he comes in to talk. Before I leave, I like the idea he says something to me like “I hope you know, I think I’m in love with you.” And I tell him “I am too” and kiss him briefly before saying goodbye and leaving

AND THEN I come back six months later and Willow or Buffy tells him cause they see me back in my classroom. And it would be a soft reunion and I totally think the first thing he’d say is “you cut your hair”

I like the idea that he asks me to dinner and we meet at my place. And we catch up on what happened this past year and just talk. At some point when we’re talking, I kind of end up rambling, and he’s trying to bring up the conversation we had before I left. But I can’t stop rambling, and he finally just kisses me and says “has anyone told you that you ramble when you’re nervous?”

I’d get really shy and hide my face and mumble “I’ve been told once or twice…”

BUT we’d have a really sweet conversation and he’d manage to convince me to let myself be happy and have a relationship

[echothelover]

Im thinking about Maya Fey but, like, the sadder Maya Fey that lives in my head

She's so bright and bubbly and I mourn for a happier life for her

[weelittleweasley]

growing pains (d.m.)

prompt as requested by anon: after the war and settling down with draco, the time comes for your children to attend hogwarts.

pairing: draco malfoy x fem! reader

warnings: recollection of pregnancy, recollection of the war, crying, lots of cute fluff though :)

word count: 3.6k

a/n: i cried writing this. have fun.

Never did you think that you would have a normal life with Draco after everything that happened. The war took so much life away from you both; it showed you how truly ugly and vile the world could be. Especially Draco.

After the war, Draco refused to allow himself and his future family live in a world that was so cruel and unforgiving. Draco wanted to undo all of the wrongdoings he had done and work harder for a better future for himself, for you, and your family; it’s what you deserved, he told you. Draco wanted to give you the world and he would rest at nothing to do so.

Draco left his past behind him and moved from Malfoy Manor to settle somewhere new. A new start, a new life. You two were married immediately after the dust had settled from the war. The ceremony was very private just the two of you, professing your undying love for each other, Draco promising profusely that he would do anything and everything to keep you happy.

Life, for the first time, felt ordinary. And you thanked Godric for that. The two of you worked your jobs, supported yourselves, and were happy. And that’s all you could really ask for. You had everything you needed, a job, a roof over your head, and Draco by your side.

Although life was ordinary for the first time in years, Draco would do special things for you here and there to show you just how much he loved you and adore having you as his wife. During work, he’d send you three dozen roses to your desk, earning you strange glances as you just sat there, smiling like a school girl. Or when he knew you had an awfully long day, he’d draw you a bath and pour you a glass of wine and let you be for a few hours, letting you decompress. Or it could be something as simple as leaving you a love note on your pillow when he woke up before you. Draco was so thoughtful when it came to taking the time to appreciate all that he had. He had taken it for granted so many times in the past and with the war, it was all threatened. Draco learned quickly that he needed to recognize his blessings and take a moment each day to really show you how much he cared.

This was more than enough for you, just you and Draco living your lives together, relishing in this new life you created together. 

But soon enough, Draco started casually tossing around the idea of having children. You had been married for a year when it he started toying with the idea of having your own kids. You were in the kitchen, cleaning the dishes from that night’s dinner, Draco wiping down the table.

“(Y/N)?” he spoke from the dining room.

“Yes, my love?” you called back.

Draco walked into the kitchen, leaning on the door frame his arms folded across his chest. “Do you think we should move?” he asked, searching your face for a reaction.

Your eyes furrowed. You had been living in this house for a little over a year and you loved it. It was a symbol of your freedom away from the mess of your pasts and your renewed love and dedication to each other. Why would Draco want to leave this place you so fondly called home? You spoke your thoughts that swirled around your head, “Move? Why would we move?”

He peeled himself off the door frame and took a few steps towards you as you shut off the water and turned towards him to give him your full attention. “I think we’ve out grown this home,” he speaks. “Think about it. With my new business starting and with your promotions at work, we’ll both need a home our own offices. Not to mention, we’ll need a nursery soon and that means we’d have to covert the guest room into one, but where would your parents stay when they visit us. Besides, I want to move somewhere were my commute is shorter to work,” Draco shurgs, dancing around the fact that he just mentioned having a nursery in your home.

You stop him in his tracks, “Hold on there, lover boy,” you tease him with the nickname you’d given him back in your sixth year at Hogwarts. He smiles at the name, lightly laughing. “A nursery? Why would we need one of those?”

Draco inhales a deep breath and takes a step closer to you, placing a hand on your hip, pulling you close to him. “I love you, (Y/N). I always have. You are and will always be the most important thing to me,” he tells you as you smile, him kissing the tip of your nose. “I want to start a family together. We have more than enough money to move into a bigger house,” he refers to his hearty inheritance along with the money he’s made from his booming company, “we are both mature and ready, and don’t try to tell me you wouldn’t want a little Malfoy running around,” he teases.

You hated to admit when Draco was right. He saw the way you watched children play in the park around the corner from your home. How children giggled and played, their small feet running around, tiny voices speaking childish phrases, getting excited over new discoveries. Having a child with Draco would be a blessing. But you didn’t know if you were ready to be a mother yet. It was a large step, and one you wanted to take, it was just a matter of if you were ready for it.

Sighing, you brush your fingers through Draco’s blonde hair, a familiar feeling to the both of you. Draco lets his eyes flutter closed as he hums as you do so. “You’re right, Dray,” you admit as he smiles widely. A child. For the both of you. “But,” you interrupt, “I don’t know if I’m ready to be a mother just yet. I’m doing so well in my job and I love working. I’m not ready to give it up. This is only the beginning for me. And it’s not fair to ask you to leave your job to raise a child.”

Draco lets out a breathy laugh as he cups your cheek, rubbing it gently with his thumb as you lean into his touch. “I’m not asking you to drop everything for our child, sunshine,” he tells you. “Besides, we can always take leave from our jobs temporarily on maternity and paternity leave. When you’re ready, you go back. I run my own company, darling. My own. I call the shots. If I need to work from home to raise the child we created, so be it. I’ll enjoy every moment.”

Your heart flutters as Draco speaks. He really was perfect.

And in nine months time, you had created the most perfect thing you could have ever imagined. Celeste Frances Malfoy. Celeste...your star. A gift from the heavens. Your family was as complete as the sky; Draco, the moon, you, the sun, Celeste, your star.

Watching Celeste grow up was like watching a movie unfold before your eyes. Your beautiful baby girl held the universe in her eyes. And boy, oh boy, was she her father’s child. Identical grey eyes and silver hair, but she had your smile and laugh that made Draco’s heart swell with so much love. She had Draco’s love of mischief and often found herself in sticky situations.

Once you had found Celeste sitting quite literally in the toilet, red lipstick from your make up bag smeared across her face and chest, along with the toilet brush. You gasped as you found her and stared in shock. “Cel, what did you do?” you laughed.

She simply smiled, that mischievous smile at the age of two, and spoke, “It’s my wand! Just like mummy and daddy!” She waved the toilet brush around, making small mouth sounds that replicated those of magic and your wand. 

You laughed at the antics of your toddler. Instead of getting her out of the toilet bowl, you called out for your husband and called that he get the camera. This would be a memory you would love to keep. 

Draco ran in and saw his baby girl in this predicament and burst out laughing. “What mess did you get into, my star!” he laughed as Celeste giggled along with him. “Merlin, I need to tell your Uncle Blaise about this!” he wiped his eyes from laugher. 

The years past and Celeste grew and grew before your eyes. The more she grew up, the more she grew into her features. Her long blonde hair grew out and her eyes only grew to look more like Draco’s. But it became evident that your daughter possessed the same ruthless nature as you did. Celeste was bold and clever and wise beyond her years. She really was a perfect blend of you and Draco. 

Knowing that you could make such perfect children, that only encouraged Draco and you to have more children. Draco insisted that he wanted five children, but you stared at him with wide eyes. “Do I look like Molly Weasley?” you laughed as he chuckled to himself. “How about three?” you suggested as Draco rolled his eyes.

“I don’t like odd numbers. What if two are very close and the third one feels left out. I can’t do that to our children,” Draco pleaded as you groaned. “Four? Four and I’ll never ask for anything else!” he begs as you roll your eyes, knowing damn well that him not asking for anything else was the biggest lie. “Okay, maybe not that, but four! Four is a great number!”

And in typical Draco fashion, he got what he wanted. Four children. Celeste, your oldest, your leader, your star. Xander, your second, the jokester, the pot-stirrer, but also the empath of the family. Sage, your third, the free spirit, the humble one, Miss Independent. And last, Nicolas, your last, the baby, the soft-spoken one, but incredibly defensive of your family and its honor. Your perfect family. 

Each of your children all bore that same striking Malfoy hair, warning children to know who they were messing with. The girls looked much like their father, same hair and eyes, making your heart swell as you looked into their eyes. The boy, on the other hand, had Draco’s platinum hair, but your eyes and smile. The perfect combination.

Having such a large family meant chaos in the house. Celeste would often squeal about how Xander was bothering her while Xander tried to blame Nicolas for his pranks. Sage would quietly sit and observe before telling you the truth about what happened before going back to coloring. You laughed as Xander yelled at Sage for throwing him under the bus, but she just shrugged. The house never being silent always brought you a comfort that you never thought imaginable. The blabbering mouths of your children, the laughter, the fatherly voice of Draco booming over it all, catching your children’s attention. 

Draco was a phenomenal father. You didn’t think he could love anything as much as he loved you, but you stood corrected. Draco loved you fiercely, but Draco poured his heart and soul into the needs of his children. Each child had a different relationship with Draco but each so beautiful and lovely. Celeste, being the oldest, idolized her father and how he treated you with such love and compassion. Xander insisted he wanted to be just like his father, smart, funny, and successful. “What more do you need?” Xander would shrug as you laughed. Sage loved Draco something wild, she would draw him little pictures that he’d tape to the walls of his office, she slept with his old quidditch jumper as if it were a blanket. The sight was heart warming. And Nicolas was the baby, Draco’s baby. Nicolas was Draco’s shadow, following him room through room, staring up at him with wide eyes. Your children loved each other and that was all thanks to how you raised them.

From a young age, you told your children that family was everything. You needed to protect and love each other because if you didn’t, who else would. From then on, your children were fiercely close and loyal to each other. You remember clear as day when Xander got into a fight on the playground and word got to Celeste. Celeste then gathered the other siblings and walked up to the child and scared the living shit out of the poor kid who thought to lay a finger on Xander Malfoy.

As your children grew up, you and Draco knew very well that a Hogwarts letter would arrive in the mail soon for Celeste as she approached her eleventh birthday. Your children knew of magic and magical abilities; you wanted them to know the powers that they would posses rather than shield them so they grew to fear it. Each child had a different reaction when they found out about magic, but all fears dissipated when you showed them each your wands and old robes. (Of course, Draco revering his time as a quidditch team member, Xander immediately yelling that he would also be a Seeker like his father.)

Soon enough, the eve of Celeste’s eleventh birthday rolled around and like you expected a letter dashed through the front mailbox and landed perfectly on the breakfast table as you sat down to drink your morning coffee. The pale beige envelope was addressed to Miss Celeste Frances Malfoy. A small smile grew on  your lips as you sighed and looked towards your husband. Draco’s eyes laced together in confusion, but soon recognized the slip of paper you had in your hands. The two of you smiled at each other before Draco called out, “Cel! You have an early birthday present!”

Almost immediately footsteps sounded down the staircase before Celeste arrived in the kitchen. “What is it?” the almost eleven year old asked excitedly. You handed her the envelope with a beaming smile as she looked at you quizzically. She tore into the envelope and unfolded it to read the words scribbled onto the parchment. Soon, joy and excitement filled her eyes as she squealed out in excitement. “I’m going to Hogwarts?!” she yelled as you and Draco laughed. 

You engulfed your eldest child in a tight hug as happy tears flooded your vision. She was growing up far too fast for your liking.

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The start of school eventually rolled around the corner as Celeste happily pushed all of her luggage through the train stations, veering around different platforms. Draco carried Nicolas in his arms as you held Sage’s hand in yours as Celeste walked ahead with Xander, blabbing about Hogwarts, smiles on both you and Draco’s faces.

Your eldest child was about to embark on the greatest journey of her young adult life and you couldn’t be more excited for her. You had no doubt that Celeste would excel at Hogwarts, taking after both you and Draco. 

“Mum,” Celeste calls from ahead, “What house do you reckon I’ll be sorted into?” she asks.

You smile and look at your husband speaks before you, “I have my guesses, but I don’t want to influence you in any way, my star.”

Cel groans and speaks, “Come on! You reckon I’ll be a Slytherin like you?”

Draco laughs and tells his oldest child, “It doesn’t matter to me or your mother what house you’ll be sorted into. We know whatever house you are in, you’ll make us proud.”

Celeste smiles wide before looking at her surroundings realizing its come to the part she’s heard so much about. You look to Draco who nods as you sigh. Walking to Celeste, you place your hands on her shoulders. “You ready, star shine?” you ask, giving her shoulders a squeeze. Celeste gulps and looks at you, excitement and fear laced in her eyes. “We’re gonna run through together,” you aim the luggage cart at that all too familiar wall. “On the count of three,” you tell her.

Your daughter takes a deep breath in and huffs, “On three.”

“1, 2, 3,” the two of you speak before running directly at the wall, passing through with ease as another world appears before your eyes.

Multiple wizard families bustle through Platform 9 3/4, mothers calling to their children as fathers carry bags here and there. A smile forms on your face as Draco slides his hand in yours. “Looks familiar, doesn’t it?” he laughs as you roll your eyes teasingly.

You grab Celeste’s hand, “Come on, darling. Xander, push the cart for your sister. Sage, hold Daddy’s hand. She’s got a train to catch!” 

Your family starts walking to the platform where the train awaited the loading of multiple new and returning students. Draco loads Celeste’s luggage onto the train with the help of Xander as Nicolas holds onto your leg and sucks on his thumb in wonder at the scene before him.

Turning to Celeste, you see watch her anxiously bite on her lower lip as you did when you were nervous. You place a hand on your daughter’s shoulder. “Cel,” you speak as she turns towards you. “This is going to be the greatest journey ever. Enjoy every minute of it because it goes by in the blink of an eye,” you comfort her as you see tears well up in her eyes. “Oh, sweetheart,” you pull her into a hug, tears forming in your eyes. You hold onto your eldest daughter, pressing kisses onto the top of her head. “I’m so proud of you, star shine. You are going to be incredible. I have no doubt about that.”

Draco places a hand on Celeste’s back and rubs gently. “Your mother is right. When is she ever wrong?” he teases as Cel laughs and hugs Draco’s torso tight. “My star...” he gets choked up before breathing in. He squats to her level and speaks, “Have fun. Make friends. And don’t forget to write us.” Cel giggles as Draco smiles widely at his daughter. “My first born...go kick some ass.”

Cel laughs and hugs you and Draco tightly. You wished you could stay in this moment forever. It was so bittersweet. Watching your baby grow up before your own eyes, but doing everything you’ve ever wanted for her. “Okay, my star,” you pull away, letting her know it was time. “Kids, give Cel a hug goodbye.”

You smile, wiping your tears away as Draco wraps an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. Your kids embrace in a tight group hug, telling each other how much they will love and miss Celeste. “I’ll be home for Christmas! I love you guys and I’ll see you soon!” Celeste waves as she climbs onto the train. 

“Come on, Cel!” a voice calls out that you recognize as Tanner, Pansy Parkinson’s eldest daughter.

She’ll be just fine. 

Celeste looks at you and Draco as you both send her a wink, letting her know she’ll be just fine. And there she goes, disappearing into the train car.

Slowly, you watch the train pull away from the station, waving at it, watching Celeste embark on the journey of her life. You turn to Draco, watching him gently wipe away the tears that escape his eyes. “Where did time go?” you whisper to him. “I remember being on that train.”

Draco smiles and looks at you, “I remember flirting with you on that train. And then you stomped on my foot and told me to piss off. Didn’t expect to be by my side years later with four children, did you?”

You roll your eyes, “You really know how to ruin a moment, don’t you, Malfoy?” you laugh. “Alright, my lovelies,” you call to your children. “Reckon we should get some ice cream to celebrate, shouldn’t we?”

Your children all cheer at the prospect of a treat as you scoop Nicolas into your arms, kissing his plump cheeks as he giggles. Sage jumps into Draco’s arms and Xander leads the way out.

With one final look back, you sigh out. This wouldn’t be the last time you did that. You still had three more children. But part of you wished it wouldn’t come as quickly as that just did. “One down, three to go, eh?” you tease Draco who laughs.

“Yeah! I’m next! One more year!” Xander exclaims as Draco tickles his sides.

“Yeah, a whole year! Don’t try and leave us too quickly,” Draco laughs as you join in. 

It was almost surreal. The life you and Draco had built with each other. A life of love and beauty; beautiful and healthy children, successful jobs, a beautiful home to call your own, and all your loved ones safe and sound. You thanked your lucky stars that you had this life and that Draco was so adamant on giving it to you.

Draco looked back at you and noticed how deep in thought you were. As you walked through the train station, Draco took one of your hands in his. “I wouldn’t want to go through any of this with anyone else. I love you,” Draco squeezes your hand.

You smile fondly at your husband, brushing his cheek with your thumb. “I love you. Forever and always, my dear,” you whisper before giving him a sweet kiss in the middle of Platform 9 3/4 just like you had done so many times before.

Times flies when you’re having fun.

[runwithwolvcs]

You Know I'm No Good - t w o

Temptation vs Freedom

Warnings (future chapters): Drugs/Alcohol, Sexual Content, Sexual Tension, Jealousy, Mental Health, (Mentions of SA, but no details)

I don't like memories because the tears come easily, and once again I break my promise to myself for this day. Its a constant battle . A war between remembering and forgetting.

Back in her darkened bedroom, Tallulah still couldn't wrap her head around her current situation. The rest of the night consisted of her being introduced to people who seemed to know more about her then she had wanted, clearly word spreads fast around La Push. Josie had introduced her to some of her friends that had arrived later, after the tribal stories. Clearly only there for the party. They seemed nice, but they were definitely not the type of people she would choose to be friends with herself.

Lenna had made herself scarce throughout the entire, to which her twin stated was typical behaviour. But Tallulah figured it had more to do with her presence than anything else. Tally couldn't help but look for the tan boy she had locked eyes with, something about him was so alluring. It was almost frustrating, Tallulah Forester doesn't get captivated by anyone, not ever. She was the captivating one, at least that's what Xander had always said. “You're like a tornado, with pretty eyes and a heartbeat. Luring in bystanders until you’ve ruined their lives..That's what I enjoy so much about you”, that was the last thing he had said to her before she had left his house party the night she had been caught. Their relationship was a mess, both of them struggling for control, even if it meant hurting each other in the process. It was a rollercoaster of emotions, but it was all she ever had. She craved it in an almost masochist way.

Tallulah's phone had been off all night, not in the mood to deal with the onslaught of messages she was sure to get, now that she had a moment to breath by herself she figured she may as well read them, 1 5 messages from Lina and 3 missed calls, her best friend, was more than likely freaking out, consumed by guilt over the fact that their lies to their parents had been crossed. 7 messages from Kit, who she figured was already trying to plan how to spin this to make herself the victim, as Kit does, and 1 lone message from Xander, the only one she read before she shut off her phone to go to sleep.

That sucks :(

Was all that it said.

-

After a lot of tossing and turning in the bed that was almost too soft, mixed with the pillows that weren’t soft enough, Tallulah drifted off to sleep. She dreamed of the boy who had taken her by storm, his smile seemed brighter than the sun and the way he laughed was like music to her ears. They were on a cliff overlooking the ocean, she could see that he was talking, but couldn't hear what he was saying, she watched as he stood up and walked towards the edge of the cliff, looking as though he was about to jump, she stood up in a panic--

Tallulah startled awake to Kira shaking her shoulder gently, a soft smile graced her face. It was raining, but Tallulah could tell it was early morning.

“Tally, sweetie, you’re dad and I would like to speak with you before he goes to a meeting” she said quietly, “Get dressed and meet us downstairs in ten minutes,” she spoke, the smile never leaving her lips. Tallulah groaned, not one to be a morning person in the slightest, she swung her legs out of bed, toes touching the cool hardwood floors. She could hear low murmurs outside her door as she heaved herself out of bed, still not used to her surroundings she walked to her two duffle bags and sifted through the clothes before settling on an oversized, green long sleeve to cover the stick and poke tattoos that littered her arms, with ripped, loose, blue jeans. One disappointment at a time, she thought to herself as she got dressed. She grabbed her hairbrush from her bag and ran it through her hair, leaving it to lay in its natural waves down her back before quietly heading downstairs to whatever talk she was awaiting.

She was met with Kira and her father sitting at the kitchen table next to each other, and as they beckoned her over to sit, she noticed the thin, blue rectangle laying in the middle of the table. The same blue rectangle she had so carefully hid in her room back in Seattle, or so she thought. She could feel anger begin to bubble in her belly as realization dawned on her, her mother had been through her room.

She sat expectantly, waiting for her dad to chastise her for using drugs, or even alcohol, as a minor and how that could affect her future, but he looked to Kira to begin. The gentle smile that was near permanent on her stepmom was almost comforting in the moment, almost. “Tally”, She starts, “We are aware of your.. pastimes, in Seattle, however, we will not be encouraging that same behaviour here.” she sounds like a damn counselor, Tallulah thought to herself. She’d honestly prefer being yelled at. “We have a few ground rules that we expect you to follow, as we do Lenna and Josette.” Kira continued, “Under no circumstances, will we allow drugs under our roof, including nicotine,” she says referring to the vape sitting in between them, “Or alcohol that does not belong to your father and I. If you are to partake in these activities and are caught you will have consequences.” She looks at Joseph, as if they had rehearsed their own parts, looking towards her dad expectantly, “Secondly,” He speaks up, “As we expect with the twins, any boy, or girl, that you are,, having relations with, we expect to meet, no sneaking them through bedroom windows.” Tallulah cringes internally, it was one time, she wanted to yell. “Curfew will be 11:00 pm on school nights and midnight on Fridays and Saturdays, no exceptions.. Understood?” he asked, looking at his eldest daughter. She wants to argue with them, tell them that policing her life won’t make her change, not the way that they wanted her to at least. That was something her mother learned the hard way. She had taken the door off her bedroom when she had found out she was sneaking out in the night, which only caused Tallulah to start sneaking out the front door instead, right in front of her.

“You done?” she asks, yawning, this wasn’t new to her at all, and she really didn’t care to be frank. The two adults look at each other, Kira nodding her head in Tallulah's direction, Joseph sighed before tossing a key chain on the table next to her vape. A small house key was connected to what looked like a car key. “Choose one.”

Temptation or Freedom?

Tallulah spent the rest of the day running errands with Josie, who had offered to show her around the reservation. They had stopped at Monets, the local cafe, run by the Littleseas, its the go to hangout spot, according to Josie. Who happens to be friends with Colin Littlesea, the eldest son of the owners.

Tallulah picked at the half eaten muffin sitting in front of her as she waited for Josie to return with a refill of both of their coffees. They were so different from each other, Tallulah drinking hers black, while Josies consisted of mainly cream and sugar, just like their personalities, but for some odd reason they clicked.

The car her father and Kira gave her was originally supposed to go to Josie, so that the twins no longer would have to share their current one. Finding out that alone made her reconsider her choice, at least a nicotine addiction only really affected her, but with a lot of reassurance from Josie, and the simple ask that Tallulah help run her errands eased her guilt. She didn't want to upend the twins' life, it wasn’t their fault her parents decided to force her to move to La Push. While Josie seemed to enjoy her presence, Lenna did not, and it's clear now she was avoiding her.

Tallulah gazed around the quaint yet homey cafe, its hand painted walls consisted of the same trees that surrounded the reservation, it was peaceful. She looked towards the door as it chimed, alerting the staff of new customers entering, a group of extremely tall, good looking men walked through the door, causing the calm energy to shift with their booming laughs, everyone seemed to be used to this behaviour, considering she was the only one to look in their direction.

Her eyes followed the group of boys, taking each one in, by the time she reached the last, he was already looking at her. Paul Lahote. The largest of them all, in height and muscle, she thought to herself as her eyes raked his body.

Josie setting her coffee down in front of her broke her concentration on the boy, her attention fully shifted to her half-sister. “What do they feed the men here? They are all so tall” Tallulah asked jokingly, to which Josie laughed, shaking her head. “Not all of them. Just the ones who hang around Sam Uley. Some people say he's giving them steroids but dad swears against it. So does mom.” She watched Josie grimace, and cut her off before she could correct herself, “--I’ve seen boys roided, they look nothing like them.” she spoke before taking a sip of her coffee. Josie nodded, an almost fascinated look on her young face, “So it's true then..” At this, Tallulah raises her eyebrows, “ what's true?”

“Your mom sent you here because you got mixed up with some guys who did drugs or whatever. At least that's what Lenna said she heard dad say”

Of course she did, so much for a fresh start, she thought.

Tallulah rolled her eyes, “Sort of, I guess --”

Now she was being interrupted, a large looming figure was now standing at the edge of their table, greeting Josie, she watched as the younger girl blushed in response, before saying “Hey, Ethan. Uh, this is my older sister, Tally or um, Tallulah,” Josie fumbled over her words as she introduced her. Tallulah looked up at the towering boy with a half smile, nodding her head as a way to say ‘hey’ , Ethan nodded back before asking, “I didn’t realize you guys were sisters. Do you go to school off the rez?”

Tallulah shook her head, “I did but I just moved here from Seattle. I start at the rez school tomorrow.”

He nods before engaging with Josie in conversation about some project they were working on and she can’t help but look over at the boisterous table in the far corner, she can see Paul and another boy glance at her as they talk, she excuses herself from Josie and Ethan, the coffee in her mug no longer appetizing and itching for her little blue rectangle in that moment.

Tallulah makes her way up to the bar-like counter, the waitress coming to take her order almost immediately. She orders a sweet tea, hoping to wash some of the lingering bitterness from her mouth, hoping it would help curve her cravings. She can feel someone come up next to her but doesn't bother to look who it is as she fiddles with a napkin, the waitress comes to take their order and their voice sounds like velvet in her ears despite the hint of gruffness to it.

“You're Joseph Forester's daughter, right?” She hears him ask, she looks in his direction to see he's already looking at her, a small cocky, smirk toying on his lips. He already knows the answer clearly. She wants to roll her eyes and tell him to fuck off, but she can’t bring herself to do so. So, she nods and softly says, “Yeah, Tallulah.” This causes him to actually smile, like he's thankful she didn’t just blow him off. That hot, cocky persona is nearly untraceable now,

“I’m Paul Lahote.”

[unwilling-souls-if]

cupping your face in their hands and them telling you, “you. you are the one i love.”

For the ROs? 🙏🥺 or just Xander

Hi! :)

(I for some reason wrote it as the MC saying this to the ROs instead of the opposite? don’t ask me why, I apparently can’t read 🤡)

So it's "ROs reaction to MC cupping their face in their hands and telling the ROs they love them", sorry </3

Xander:

His hands cover yours shakily. He opens his mouth, then shuts it, words choking in his throat. His Adam apple bobs as he swallows.

“Why?” he whispers hoarsely.

His face crumples once the question is out and a tear rolls down his face, to his parted lips. His glossy eyes search yours for an answer, and only finds the love in them. A muffled sob tears itself out of him and his hands fall to your sides. Xander hides his red face in the crook of your neck as his embrace tightens.

“I love you so much it hurts,” he whispers.

~~

Charlotte:

They bite their lip to stop the giggle from bubbling up. Their eyes are almost closed from how wide they smile, sparkling in the dim light. Charlotte trails a finger down your face, from the arch of your brow to your cheek and your lips. 

The smile that dances on their lips is more playful than usual, as if your words chased their usual shyness for a moment.

“You’re the one for me, MC. The one I love, that I want to spend my life with.”

~~

Dione:

She freezes long enough to make you want to pull away. But when you try to, her wings make you stumble back towards her. She grabs your hands to lace her fingers with yours and kisses your knuckles.

“Do you mind repeating that, my dove? I don’t think I can get tired of it!”

To prove her words further, she chuckles airily and leaves a blazing trail of kisses along your arm, until she’s face to face with you. Her nose brushes against yours.

“I’ll say it too, if you want. Or I could show you.”

~~

Perceval:

They engulf you in a warm embrace, pressing a single kiss on your temple.

“You’re the love of my life, MC.”

Their wings wrap around you to press you against their chest as much as it is physically possible. A comfortable silence takes over as they rub circles on your skin. Sometimes, Perceval breaks it by whispering sweet words of praise and affirmation in your ear.

Every fiber of his being is gentle, he stares at you like you are the most magnificent piece of art he’s ever seen. Maybe you are.

~~

Crescent:

It’s like all their sharp edges soften with your touch. They lick their lips to hide the smirk forming at your words, the only “I love you” they ever felt happy to hear. Crescent slowly take your hands off their face, without dropping them.

They bend down with a hand behind their back, the other gripping yours in front of their face. They tilt their head playfully.

“Amantes sunt amentes, darling,” they smile.

“‘Lovers are crazy’,” you repeat. They smile grows wider and they press a long kiss to your hand.

“Don’t worry. I’ll gladly go into madness with you.”

[prose-for-hire]

C-C-Cold Hearted

Pairing: Spike x reader [platonic]

Request: So glad your requests are open again!!! I have an idea for a platonic spike x reader, where reader's kind of a goody-two shoes with the Scoobies, but is actually punk in her personal life? I imagine Spike finding out after she drives everyone off home after a long fight and she swaps the music, forgetting Spike's still in the back (because he actually shut up for once, lol) but do it however the inspiration takes you. Thanks kindly! (Also no pressure if you don't wanna do it, it was just an idea I thought you'd be really good at.)Spik

Requested by: @cameo-greaves​

A/N: I haven’t written a platonic Spike fic in a long time !! He’s protective like a big brother kind of relationship with the reader. So this was nice (I hope this was okay love) 💖💖

You and your friends had all been driving around looking for a demon. You had decided since Sunnydale had decided to completely freeze over it was better to take the car. You were driving Buffy, Willow, Xander and Spike around. Spike had insisted he came and Buffy eventually gave in. This demon was supposed to be hard to defeat. 

Willow had cast a spell on your car so you wouldn’t slide around on the roads and you were all wearing coats in the car because no matter how much you tried you couldn’t warm up. The cold got everywhere.

The demon was named Jacque. He was large and ogre-like. With power that nobody knew the full extent of. He was somewhat of a myth, even according to Giles’ books. He had stretched light blue skin and he thrived in this weather.  He was ice cold, his heart was literally a block of ice, one that never thawed. He had an icicle constantly hanging from his nose.

He had appeared one summers evening, turning the entirety of Sunnydale into Lapland. Nobody had seen this much snow before and it was only continuing through the weeks. Buffy and the rest of your friend group had been stuck in researching rather than having snowball fights like you all wanted.

There was a demon freezing people to death and you needed to figure out what you were looking for and quickly. Which is what you had been doing this evening. But you had been driving everyone around for hours now and there had been no sightings.

The radio was on, some tinny song you didn’t recognise. You didn’t get to hear much of it anyway as everyone was talking and laughing around you. You grinned as Xander cracked another joke with Spike just rolling his eyes and slouching in his seat.

Spike had shut up while the others in your car had gotten louder. He was just staring out of the window, he had offered to drive but you and your friends had said no. He took a lot of risks and in the snow the Scoobies could all see him managing to wipe the entire group out and managing to walk away unscathed. He had wanted to make sure you were back home before he got in. You had forgotten that he was still in the back of the car with everyone else chatting.

He kind of positioned himself in his own head as your big brother. He was weirdly protective of you but he didn’t let it show very often. You were too kind, a total goody-two shoes. Everyone thought so anyway. He was convinced that you wouldn’t last a second if you were left on your own.

You dropped each off one by one. It took a while people walking to their houses, scared of sliding around. You paused, making sure everyone got to their doors safely – not that you would have been particularly much help if anyone had been attacked by a demon waiting in the snowy shadows.

When you thought your car was empty, you exhaled slightly and turned to root through the glovebox for your music. You didn’t realise that there was a vampire still slouched on your backseat. You leaned in putting a cassette tape in and playing the first track. The music started, pounding through the speakers. You couldn’t help a smile spreading on your face.

You slammed the steering wheel in time, ready to launch into song alongside your favourite punk song. You hit the first note before you were interrupted suddenly.

An arm reached from the backseat to turn the dial up. He happened to like this song too. You screamed (and not in time with the tune) near drowning out the music that was playing. You had forgotten he was there and almost skidded into a snow drift on the side of the road.

You slammed on the brake and turned back to look at him, horrified to see Spike still there. You had been caught out. You weren’t too embarrassed or anything, you were just shocked he was there. He had actually managed to stay quiet for once.

You kept this part of your life away from the others. Especially Spike, you didn’t want him to look at you and think you were a poser. On the weekends you would often frequent local punk venues, soaking up the music and meeting people with a shared interest. You even dressed slightly differently (your look was a lot more toned down usually).

You needed a hobby that you could separate from the reality you lived in. You and your friends saving the world all the time, it was kind of heavy. You needed this escape. And what better than the embracing arms of the punk genre?

The lyricality of it you felt within. The heavy music and the powerful voices just spoke to you. In a way that nothing else had.

It made you feel alive. It woke you up from the dreary hopelessness that could consume you in Sunnydale. You could just get lost, it lifted the spirits when you were just shouting along to the words.

You and Spike didn’t speak much, other than squabbling over petty stuff. He just sort of turned up when you ended up stumbling into trouble the way you usually would. He often grumbled at you that you would happily plant your neck into a vampire’s jaw given half the chance.

You knew he looked out for you but you didn’t realise why. You were the same age as the others but he had a soft spot for you. You reminded him of his sibling. From when he was human. Now he realised you were slightly more similar to him than he thought in music taste at least. You were still as sweet and unassuming as you always appeared to be despite this revelation.

“Spike!? I could have crashed!”

“Didn’t though, did you?” he maintained, “Since when did you get any taste anyway?”

“I have always been cool, thanks very much” You insisted, turning your nose up at him and he scoffed.

“Wouldn’t say so, platelet. Unless you mean ‘cause of the weather that is” He teased which made you roll your eyes at him. Though you ended up smiling at him, you couldn’t help it.

He was always good natured with you. Made sure you felt safe around him despite him always insisting he was oh so evil. The others would tease him for it. They had thought he had fallen for you at first but he had made it clear he felt a duty of care to you. Couldn’t explain it, decided he didn’t owe it to them anyway.

“Well, now you know I guess… don’t tell the others?” You asked and he nodded. You appeared relieved. He wouldn’t want the others discouraging your interest. Your hobbies. He knew how that could be.

“You go to any shows?” He asked after a moment of silence, looking outside as he asked. The snow had began to slowly fall again. It was unending at the moment. Bleak.

But he’d rather look outside than watch you pull faces at his interest in your life. You would pretend you found it lame. He cared and you made it difficult sometimes despite it being in your nature to be kind.

“I go to the Fishtank sometimes to see the local bands play” You answered matter-of-factly. This was another reason you didn’t tell the others – they’d try to make you stop going. That place had a bad reputation.

He thought on this for a moment and then looked at you in the reflection of the rearview mirror as you anticipated his reply being one of disdain for the bar. Even he only risked that place if he was desperate.

“Well, if you ever need someone to take you there and back…” he offered, his brow furrowed at the idea of you out on your own in the middle of the night on that side of town.

“You want to be my chaperone? That’s so punk, thanks Spike” Your reply dripping with sarcasm.

“Offer’s there” he shrugged. You were about to open your mouth, maybe thank him or something. He really didn’t have to offer and it was him appearing to be genuinely kind without ulterior motive which was wholly unlike spike. But you chose to see the good in him. You were one of the only ones that did.

Just as you were about to speak there was a massive thud on the roof of your car. The roof dipped in slightly under the weight of whatever had jumped on there. You shouted in surprise as the demon jumped onto the bonnet before turning and landing on the ground and turning to face you, squinting into your car.

It was Jacque. The frost demon. You had finally located him. Complete with the sharp icicle on the end of his nose. But now you had found him, were completely slayerless.

Your brain caught up with you and you rushed into action. You reversed the car, manoeuvring the best you could to turn around while the demon set its sights on you.

“Bloody step on it!” He shouted, slamming his hands on the headrest of the drivers side as if it would make you drive faster. You would have said something snide about backseat driving but you were too panicked.

As you started to drive at a much faster pace, Spike threw himself into the front passenger seat with some struggle. His goal, not only to help you, but to turn the music right up. You were blasting the punk song for all of Sunnydale to hear as you drove recklessly through the streets and away from the demon blasting shards of ice at your poor car.

You took your eye off the road for a split second and really did drive into a snow drift this time. You couldn’t get the car started again. You would have to try and run. In what felt like six feet of snow.

The demon was more than double Spike’s height. Still, he ran at it with full force. Landing offensive blows where he could. The large demon swiped at Spike and sent him flying into your car leaving another large dent in the side.

While Spike was recovering, you tried to step up but you knew straight away it was going to be no use. He stared at you hard, using your body heat against you. Turning your body entirely cold. Frozen solid. Blue ice began to slowly create a layer on the outside of your skin.

“You c-c-cold hearted son of a-” Your teeth chattered as you tried to finish your sentence, but it was too hard to speak. You were so cold. You were becoming a statue. An ice sculpture. It was slowly creeping up your neck onto your face.

“Bitch!” Spike finished for you, spinning into a kick that knocked the demon backwards from where he was walking towards you.

“You do not have a heart either, friend… let me take this one” He gestured at you as you shivered in the icy prison you were encapsulated in.

“Not on your life”

“Okay” He shrugged, running at Spike again. They fought hard against each other, but Spike managed to gain the upper hand.

You began to thaw now his attention wasn’t on you although you were still very cold. Shivering violently. You could only watch as you started to be able to feel your fingers again although they felt as if they were cramped up. They were still numb.

Spike landed several successive blows, blocking the shards of ice that the demon threw his way. His ice powers wouldn’t work on a vampire. Spike knocked his feet from under him and

He took out his stake, piercing the large demon’s heart and shattering the shard of ice where his heart lay. The demon just lay there before eventually turning to snow like its surroundings.

He nodded once, looking at where the demon had once lay. Before turning back to you and gesturing with his head for you to walk back with him.

Spike took you home, teasing you lightly as you walked about how punk you looked when you were stood like a cold fool while he was fighting the bad guy. You shoved him and he rolled his eyes having to catch you as you overbalanced on the ice. He should have let you fall and taught you a lesson but it was instinct.

Hopefully now the demon was taken care of, all of the ice and snow would thaw sooner than later.

[sonnetthebard]

can you do a oneshot with peip spy paul and secret ccrp boss melissa? (yeah this is cause of the stuff sent to hatchetfieldtheories so what lmfao)

Um hell yeah I will! I have read the original theory, but you're also going to get my take on it because I got ideas just by reading the prompt lol. Apparently @hatchetfieldtheories and I are now getting lumped together and I am perfectly okay with that.

Genre: Action/ Thriller kinda?

Words: 2727 (once again... perfect)

TL;DR: Paul's cover as a PEIP agent is blown, and he finally gets to meet exactly who he's fighting against.

TW: Swearing, Guns, Violence, Murder, Blood.

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Paul sighed, reading over his report before he sent it in. Was the report work related? No. Well... yes and no. Not for his job at CCRP technical. But as an agent of PEIP? It held information that could be absolutely crucial to the work they were doing. So it kind of had to be perfect. One mistype, a spelling mistake, could change the entire context of how it was read and how his superiors reacted. Perfection was key. Especially with what he had found. God, had he found out a lot.

Paul hadn't originally worked for PEIP. No. No, it was a bit of a long story. But... to sum it up, Paul had been caught dead in the centre of a world-ending event. An attack from what had looked like aliens at first but was actually an entity named Pokotho- or Pokey. Paul had very nearly died. He'd almost caused the end of the world. He had almost thrown a grenade dead into the centre of the meteor that was playing host to Pokey and his hivemind formula- which would have simply spread the spores. Luckily, one PEIP field agent- a Xander Lee- had managed to keep himself safe while his unit was infected, and he was able to stop Paul before he made a world-ending mistake.

Xander, through a lot of science Paul did *not* understand, was able to send Pokey back into his own dimension. The world was saved. It still kind of felt like a sci-fi fever dream. Most days, it still didn't feel real. The Hive had healed those it had destroyed, so... most people came back. Not Charlotte or Sam, because they weren't technically killed by the Hive. But Ted, Bill, Alice, Deb, Emma, and even Hidgens were back completely unscathed. Paul and Emma had actually gotten a chance to go to that movie. They were dating now. For three months, to the day. Paul had a bouquet of roses ready to surprise her with after work. He knew she wasn't usually big on the sappy romance stuff, but... he kinda was.

It was about a week after what was now widely known as the 'apotheosis' had passed when Paul got an email from Xander asking a favour. A very classified favour. Since Paul knew about PEIP and what it stood for. Apparently, they'd been picking up suspicious activity from CCRP for months, and they'd been trying to figure out which of their agents to send undercover. But every alias they'd made up had been rejected for an interview. So Xander got the idea that since Paul worked there, maybe he could keep an eye out for them. And as dangerous as it seemed... Paul said yes. The work PEIP did was too important to risk delaying. He was briefed through text, and he learned his job online in a matter of days. Ever since, he had been PEIP's agent in CCRP. And PEIP was more than right to be concerned.

Paul hummed, satisfied with his report. It was concise, precise, and detailed everything he'd seen. Which was a lot. This week... this week, he'd finally made his breakthrough. He was able to sneak to a higher level. Sylvia's level. She was talking on the phone about temporal breaches, trans-dimensional fluctuations, and lots of other jargon he didn't even come close to understanding. He'd bugged her office with a microphone PEIP had sent him so that they would understand more clearly. And when he'd snuck to the lower level, he was finally able to get past that second level of security. And what he'd found there was... eerie. He hadn't gone in. He just looked through the window. But it appeared there were hundreds, if not thousands, of... himself. Just standing there. He'd left a camera. Needless to say the report was more than full of information.

Paul heard the click of heels behind him and he quickly pressed send, closing the tab. He faked looking through his analytics before the clicking stopped. Paul could practically feel the presence looming behind him. At first, he just kept working as if he didn't notice. But... then it started to bug him. Because whoever the heeled coworker was who had stopped behind him was, they hadn't moved yet. He slowly turned, trying not to show any nerves. But he was a terrible liar, so he had a feeling that wasn't working. In front of him stood... oh good, Melissa. He sighed in relief.

"Hey Melissa. How's it going?" Paul asked.

"I need to see you for a moment... in Mr. Davidson's office." Melissa told him shyly.

"You need to see me?" Paul asked, still getting up nonetheless. This was Melissa. She was a sweetheart. She probably had a computer problem.

"Yeah... don't worry, it won't take of your much time." Melissa bit her lip, walking away. Paul followed.

"Did Davidson's computer crash because of that solitaire again?" Paul guessed.

"Um... no. No, this isn't about Mr. Davidson's computer." Melissa chuckled nervously.

"Uh oh... Paul's getting called to the principal's office!" Ted taunted teasingly.

"Shut up, Ted!" Bill groaned. "I'm trying to finish my report! Can I not have peace for five minutes?"

"You can... if you move to another department." Ted smirked. Paul only knew he was smirking because Ted had popped his head over the cubicle to watch him go by.

"I'm not in any trouble." Paul rolled his eyes. "Go back to what you were doing."

"Alright, alright!" Ted snickered, raising his hands defensively and lowering back into the cubicle.

"Sorry about him." Paul sighed, seeing the way Melissa blushed. "I swear he's not as much of an asshole as he seems most of the time."

"Oh, it's fine." Melissa shrugged. She walked into Davidson's office. Suddenly, her demeanor completely switched. "Ken, I'm going to need this office for a minute."

"What?" Paul blinked, his heart immediately sinking to his stomach. There was a pit in his stomach, and it was growing by the minute.

"Sure thing, Mel." Mr. Davidson nodded, getting up and walking out of the office.

"What's going on?" Paul asked, though there was no one specifically he was speaking to. He was just very confused.

"Why don't we sit?" Melissa offered, confidence oozing off of her as she took Davidson's seat behind the desk.

"Um... okay." Paul nodded warily, taking a seat. "Melissa..."

"Let me do the talking for now, Paul." Melissa sighed, leaning forward on the desk.

"Alright." Paul blushed, already intimidated. Yeah, he was totally agent material.

"You probably think you've been pretty slick, don't you?" Melissa chuckled lowly, looking at the cowering bundle of nerves before her. "Slipping bugs all over the facilities, sending your little reports while you're supposed to be writing reports for us... quite the secret agent, aren't you?"

"I... don't know what you're talking about." Paul lied.

"Paul, you're not that bright." Melissa scoffed. "In all your stealth and espionage, you seem to have forgotten that we have security cameras."

"On those floors?" Paul blinked. "I... didn't see any feed from them when I checked."

"Well we're not going to stream it to where anyone can see it!" Melissa rolled her eyes. "And you know exactly why."

"Yeah... yeah, I probably shouldn't have just assumed..." Paul sighed.

"So you admit it then? You're a spy?" Melissa checked.

"Well... yeah. Yeah I am." Paul sighed.

"For PEIP?" Melissa clarified.

"Who?" Paul tried to lie again.

"Paul, you used our network to send your files." Melissa rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, but I followed their..." Paul muttered.

"Which we're well aware of here, and well aware of how to overrule." Melissa sighed. "Really, Paul... you're sloppy."

"I'm not trained." Paul blushed.

"I figured as much." Melissa scoffed. "So they pulled you over to the dark side?"

"They saved my life during the apotheosis..." Paul shrugged. "When they told me something might be up here, I knew I had to help. And they were right, Melissa. Stuff is going on here."

"I know." Melissa smirked. "I oversee it all."

"You?" Paul raised his brows, a bit taken aback.

"Me." Melissa smirked. "You're probably thinking it's a bit weird... me, being in charge, choosing to take on the role of a secretary."

"I'm honestly just trying to wrap my head around you being in charge in general." Paul muttered.

"You want to know why?" Melissa asked. It was, of course, rhetorical. "It's actually pretty simple. The CCRP Technical department had some good cloning candidates. I wanted to be close to the action. Hand-pick who we used. And who would ever suspect anything of the shy, sweet secretary? You certainly didn't."

"So you hand-picked me?" Paul blinked in shock. He was doing a lot of that.

"You're a good size, amiable personality... smart enough, though evidently no genius." Melissa reasoned. "You, in mass, would make a great crew of workers for the Moon Project."

"Moon Project?" Paul asked.

"Oh, you've barely scratched the surface on what we're doing here, Paul." Melissa chuckled darkly. "But you won't be getting any further."

"What are you going to do to me?" Paul shrugged, a faux confidence in his tone. "There are people out there who know me. If I just go missing, they're going to get suspicious."

"Oh... Paul, you think I would tell you?" Melissa started to laugh. "You're so sweet! No. No, we won't be doing anything to you right now. But... let's just say PEIP won't be getting any reports from you in the near future."

"You brought me here just to tell me that?" Paul asked apprehensively. "To gloat?"

"Just to let you know that we knew, yes." Melissa sighed, she pulled out a cellphone, diverting most of her attention to it. "I like to deal with things myself. Handle things face-to-face."

"What are you doing?" Paul asked, a pit growing in his stomach as he watched the way she tapped at the screen.

"Wouldn't you like to know..." Melissa mumbled. "Go home, Paul. Take the rest of the night off. Go to your girlfriend's coffee shop. Bring her the flowers. Happy three months, by the way."

"I want to know what you're doing." Paul stated firmly. Melissa looked up at him before starting to laugh.

"Well isn't that just too fucking bad!" Melissa snickered. "Go. Before I call Ken back in and make you go."

"Okay..." Paul relented, getting up. He looked her dead in the eyes. "If PEIP is concerned about the work here, so am I. This isn't over."

"Yes it is, Paul." Melissa sighed. "Have a nice life."

"Life?" Paul blinked, freezing in the doorway.

"Sorry, did I say life?" Melissa chuckled. "I meant night."

"Right..." Paul bit his lip, admittedly uneasy. He tried to walk silently back to his cubicle... but with Ted Spankoffski around, there was no way he was getting out of this unscathed.

"So, did you get fired?" Ted popped up.

"Nope. Everything is fine. Davidson just needed a bit of help with his computer." Paul lied.

"Shit, he told me I'd be able to fix it next time!" Ted grumbled. "Is he giving you a bonus for it?"

"Nope. It was just a favour." Paul sighed.

"Damn... you fucking pushover." Ted snickered.

"Yeah, I get it, I let people walk all over me." Paul rolled his eyes. He picked up the bouquet of flowers from his cubicle, continuing to walk for the door.

"Hey, where are you going?" Ted furrowed his brows.

"As a thank you, he's letting me off early. So I can surprise Emma." Paul smirked. "We've been dating for three months to the day."

"Yeah you have... give her butt an extra squeeze for me, horndog." Ted teased. Paul blushed.

"Fuck you!" He called back, making his way out the door.

Paul felt something off the minute he stepped outside the CCRP building. Something deep in his bones. He physically shuddered under the weight of it, but... what could he do but keep walking. Yeah... yeah, it was probably just him feeling uneasy after the conversation he'd just had, right? Right... he was okay. Everything was okay. They were probably just gonna put a block on his communications with PEIP. No biggie. He'd survive it. He'd figure out another way to spy, and to get his findings to Xander. Everything was going to be just fine. He was going to be just fine.

He rounded a corner, walking across the street to Beanies. Just as he was about to reach for the door handle he felt a hand cover his mouth and another wrap around his waist, pulling him back. He tried shouting and screaming, but it was muffled. He resisted as much as he possibly could, but this person was stronger than him. Finally, they stopped in an alley, and the hand was removed from his mouth. Paul took a few deep breaths, setting the flowers down and raising his hands in surrender. At about the same time, he felt cool metal pressed to his temple. What a time to be mugged.

"I don't have anything on me to give to you. I used all my cash at lunch. All that's in my wallet is my driver's license." Paul stated levelly. "Believe me. You've got the wrong guy."

"No, Paul... I haven't." An almost identical voice sighed behind him. Paul blinked in confusion. He made a very, very stupid move and turned in the man's arms while his grip was a bit looser. He found himself staring dead in the eyes at... himself. His eyes widened. "You have everything I've ever wanted."

"You..." Paul breathed, before becoming suddenly very aware of the metal on his head. He took a sideways glance, seeing that it was a gun. He had thought it was, just... best to be sure. "Please. Please, you don't have to do this."

"Yes I do. It's either this or the moon, and... I don't want to go to the moon." The other Paul told him, voice shaky. He moved his finger to the trigger, hesitating. "Thank you. For the memories. For giving me the life I'm about to live."

Bang! There was smoke, and then a thud. Paul- the original one- fell to the ground, limp and lifeless. The death was almost instant, just as Paul 23 had predicted that it would be. He'd let go at the right time... and he hadn't gotten any blood on himself. It really had been his day! His cell malfunctioned and opened for him. Then he found the gun just... hanging there on the rack. He was free and armed, and ready to carry out everything he had fantasized about since he was made! It was like the stars had aligned for him! And as a cherry on top... Paul had even brought flowers. If the memories planted in his head were any indication, it was his and Emma's three-month-iversary. These would be absolutely perfect!

He stepped over his lifeless counterpart, rushing to get to the flowers before the puddle of blood forming by Paul's head got to them. he picked up the flowers tenderly, grinning. He took a look one final time at the original Paul, the the flowers. He set the flowers down, picking up Paul and propping him on a dumpster. He pulled out a small chip, slipping it in the appropriate place under his tongue. The finishing touch to his plan. Now... they would think this Paul was him. That he'd managed to erase his tattoo. He tossed the Paul in a CCRP marked dumpster, sighing.

He picked the flowers back up, walking out of the alley. God, this was great! He was about to finally step into the life that was rightly his. His brothers, the other clones, would kill to be him. But of course he wasn't actually going to let them kill him. No, unlike the real Paul, he knew to always be on the lookout. He knew he would never be safe. But for now... was it ever going to be worth it. He walked up to the door at Beanies, walking in. He saw Emma at the counter, and... he couldn't hide his excitement. He beamed, grinning widely. Like a small child. He walked up to her, holding the flowers out for the love of his life.

"Hey, Emma... Happy Three Months!"

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173 - “A Haze”

Beginning / Previously / Next

Glossary: GDI

For easier reading, please see transcript below:

W: I assume you have a theory? Given that I already explained my reasons for stopping, and you clearly don’t believe me—

O: *rushed whisper* I don’t give a damn about capoeira. *Walker flinches in surprise; guiltily, Obie calms himself with a deep breath* That’s not what I meant. *sigh* What bothers me isn’t that these things are part of your life, but that it feels like you’re intentionally hiding them from—

D: Obadiah! Care to try your hand?

O: *clears throat before giving an apprehensive chuckle* I think this may be a little beyond my skill set sir!

D: *chuckles* Nonsense! We all have to start somewhere. Come, we’ll show you the basics.

X: *softly* You ok?

W: *swallows lump in throat* Yeah, I’m fine. It’s fine.

X: *nods, silence* Listen, about the other day—

W: Xan—

X: I just wanted to say, I’m sorry. I know we didn’t get to talk as promised, but I wasn’t in the mood for your pity. I—

W: I don’t pity—

J: *laughing hysterically* Wally, why you do your man like this? You shoulda at least shown him the basics!

W: *rolls eyes* Shut up Jules.

X: *chuckles* A turn with uncle Dane is a rite of passage.

W: I wasn’t expecting daddy to haze him.

J: That’s right! He’s a GDI isn’t he? *Walker sighs* Oh he’s gonna love tonight’s poker game then.

W: So help me, Julian!

J: Relax, it’ll be fine. We’ll go easy on him. Right Xan? *winks*

W: I swear to the Watcher! I’m not playing!

Daddy and uncle Chi showed Obie the ropes for another twenty minutes or so, before getting cleaned up for lunch. I was pulled away beforehand by Uchechi to help oversee the baby Pears’ clean up and table setting escapades.

A storm was brewing; I could feel it. What I didn’t know, however, was how bad it was going to be. In a house full of eleven sims and a dog, there was a constant stream of activity and Obie and I didn’t have a moment alone for the rest of the day.

He wasn’t wrong for being upset; my obfuscations looked bad. I knew this. What I didn’t know was how to explain… anything. Not without breaking down. I feared, once the cat was out of the bag, he’d never look at me or Xander the same way. I was scared of what my face would betray. I knew that he’d want assurances that my feelings for Xander were in the past; that all had been cleaned up and he was just seeing the sticky residue of our past. I would want to be able to give him that, with the utmost sincerity. The thing is, I knew that it wouldn’t be completely true…