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dfortrafalgar · 6 months

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I'm Losing You

Having a family isn't always as easy as fairy tales make it seem.

PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS AND DISCLAIMER ON CHAPTER 1 BEFORE PROCEEDING!!!!!!

Chapter 2

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Law knew his eye bags were heavier than they usually were, so it came as absolutely no surprise when one of his nurses expressed deep concern for his unusually tired appearance. And that was saying a lot.

“Room 305 is doing well on aspirin, their blood pressure has improved dramatically since yesterday morning– Dr. Trafalgar, do you need another coffee? You look like you’re about to fall asleep,” she expressed, her eyes heavy with worry.

“I’m alright, Rebecca, but thank you,” he responded without a single fluctuation of his tone. Though, he was definitely a tad embarrassed that his lack of sleep from the night prior was that evident.

His pink-haired coworker continued walking alongside him, flipping through her charts from her latest rounds in the cardiac care unit. Not wanting to press further and risk upsetting him, she simply continued catching her supervisor up to speed with the patients in his ward. “Room 306 has been slightly unstable since his triple bypass surgery, so he was on extra monitoring overnight but hasn’t shown any significant signs of distress. Room 307 however is still intubated, with arrhythmia that comes and goes at random. He has both you and Dr. Tony overseeing his care today.”

Law nodded along with Rebecca’s words, and he truly was trying to absorb them as best he could, but he couldn’t get his mind off of you at home. He knew Shachi and Penguin would be good company, but he truthfully wanted nothing more than to be home with you at every waking moment, making sure you were okay. The constant thoughts of you from the night previous made his entire chest ache, the sounds of your distraught sobs echoing in his brain constantly.

“Dr. Trafalgar?” Rebecca once again questioned. She had stopped walking and Law hadn’t even noticed. He turned around, startled at his lack of awareness, and turned to face her. This time, her brown eyes were profoundly concerned. “If something is seriously wrong–”

“I’m fine, I swear,” he urged, briskly cutting off her statement. “Thank you for your concern, but I’m fine. I apologize for my lack of attention, please continue with your notes.”

After a few brief moments, Rebecca sighed through her nose and flipped to the next page on her clipboard, continuing her briefing.

In a way, he was partially thankful for an unassuming round. He really needed to clear his head in time for his next surgery in an hour. This wasn’t like him.

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It was around 9:00 PM when the front door to your apartment opened and closed softly. You were on the couch with Bepo, barely keeping your eyes open at the mindless television program in front of you when your husband walked through the door and hung his jacket on the coat rack, kicking his shoes off of his feet. Bepo seemed to know the drill, quickly hopping off of the couch and trying to make it seem like he hadn’t been lying there for an hour. You watched with a faint smile as Law exhaustedly trudged over to where you sat, flopping down next to you and resting his head in your lap. His nose was nestled into the plush of your belly, making you suppress a giggle at the ticklish feeling. Your hand immediately gravitated to his mop of thick, black hair.

“Busy day?” you asked, already knowing the answer.

Law groaned. “It wouldn’t have been so bad if I wasn’t thinking about you all day.”

You frowned. “I know… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, I just can’t help but be nervous for you. It’s not your fault.” Law’s hand trailed to your hip, rubbing lazy circles into the skin below your pajama shorts.

“If it helps ease your worries, Shachi and Penguin took a huge load off today, they spent the entire day with Bepo. They even did your laundry, if you could believe it,” you stated with a dry chuckle, thinking back to a few hours prior when Shachi was boldly making fun of the gaudy pattern on a pair of Law’s boxers.

“That instills some confidence,” he joked back at you.

Your fingers continued to comb through his hair, making his eyes close with the content feeling. “Any interesting cases today?” you asked, desperate for a way to distract him from what was on his mind. Frankly, you needed the distraction too.

Law hummed, thinking back to the morning. “When I arrived this morning I had a patient in the OR for Carotid Artery Disease, so we did a carotid endarterectomy to help him with that. Very pleasant man, I spoke to his family during my final round when he was moved to recovery. He had suffered a very minor stroke a few years prior, so hopefully this surgery greatly reduces his risk for another.”

You nodded along with Law’s words. You were always allured at the way he could talk about his work for hours if you let him, and with the weight hanging over both of you, you desperately wanted him to. You could listen to him talk about cardiovascular diseases for the rest of your life if it meant not having to deal with the reality of your situation.

“What’s Carotid Artery Disease?” you asked, hoping he couldn’t catch on to the way you silently begged him to keep talking to distract your fuzzy mind.

“It’s a condition where a plaque builds up in the carotid arteries in your neck,” he explained, picking up his hand and trailing his tattooed fingers along the side of your neck, demonstrating where the vessel was. “It’s sort of similar to the way certain blockages can cause heart attacks, but because the plaque builds up in your neck, it could cause strokes.”

You continued nodding. “That’s interesting… any other surgeries today?”

Unbeknownst to you, Law was most definitely catching on to the way you urged him to continue speaking, using his voice to block out the anxious radio static in your head. He slowly sat up, leaving your lap feeling cold and vacant before pulling you into his chest. Bepo came to sit at the base of the couch, resting his fluffy head on Law’s thigh.

“I know you don’t want to talk about it right now…” Law began.

You closed your eyes and sharply inhaled through your nose.

“But I did call a urologist today to set me up with a brief fertility examination,” he continued.

You were scared to look up at him. “What will they do?”

Law idly trailed his fingers up and down your sides. “Most likely a semen analysis, blood test to detect hormone levels, or an ultrasound,” he explained. He paused, anticipating your reaction, but got none. With a sigh, he placed a hand on the back of your head, holding you close. “I know it’s really hard to talk about it, but I want to rule out every possibility. You don’t have to call so quickly, but I think it would be good to get in contact with your gynecologist again.”

You feebly nodded into his shoulder, your forehead resting where you now knew his carotid artery lay. “I know… I will. I promise I will.”

Law encouraged you to pick your head up to look at him. “You know I’m not the best with words,” he blankly stated, bringing a very small smile to your lips as you nodded. His calloused hand caressed the skin of your cheek. “But I’m going to be with you through this entire journey, no matter how long it takes. I’m your husband, I’m not going to leave you over something so…” he trailed off, looking for the appropriate word.

“Pointless?” you offered.

He quickly shook his head. “No, not pointless. Far from that. Maybe ‘idle’ is a decent word. An idle issue. An idle issue that will resolve with time.”

“Might resolve,” you countered.

“No. Will resolve.” Law was steadfast in correcting you. You could tell it was taking an incredible amount of energy for him to keep a positive head. As much as the entire fertility situation greatly upset you, you found a spark of hope and joy in the way Law was, surprisingly, keeping optimism. It wasn’t near enough for both of you, but it was better than nothing.

“I’ll call my OB-GYN tomorrow morning when her office opens…” you muttered, dropping your head back down. Law hummed in response, now taking the time to pet your hair with his fingers.

The room fell into moderate silence before Bepo huffed, demanding to go outside. You snorted at the sound, picking your head up and looking at your husband. “I’ll take Bepo to pee, there’s leftover lasagna in the fridge if you’re hungry.”

Law lifted an eyebrow. “Lasagna?”

You finally stood, stretching and popping your back. Bepo excitedly ran toward the door, eagerly bouncing on his paws for you to hurry up and follow him. “Penguin was cooking all day today.”

Law grinned. “Nice, I’ll make myself a plate.”

He watched as you slipped on a light jacket and pulled Bepo’s harness over his body, looping his leash and exiting the apartment. With a groan, Law stood up and meandered to the kitchen towards the refrigerator.

You didn’t have many decorations or magnets, a few small sticky note reminders here and there, but a gift-shop magnet from a trip you took while still dating was stuck to the metal, holding up a candid picture of you and Law on your wedding night. Law still had no idea who took the image, but every time he looked at it sent butterflies through his stomach. You were both in the middle of dancing to an energetic song, you happily clinging to his arms with the brightest smile on your face. Your eyes were creased with unparalleled glee as you stared up at Law, who was looking back down at you with his own cheerful grin. The lights had blurred around you with the motion of whoever took the photo, but it made an ethereal golden glow surround your dancing figures. Your wedding night, albeit cliche, was the happiest night of Law’s life.

His stomach grumbled, interrupting his thoughts. He mindlessly reached for the leftovers in the fridge.

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levisonlylover · 2 months

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The Aftermath of a tragic mission.

Comforting Levi after he loses his soldiers tragically.

“It’s not your fault.” You say as you finally spoke up after 5 minutes of silence. Despite losing a lot of soldiers and comrades during these expeditions and missions, he still could not take the image off his head. How his comrades died a tragic death. It was the day they tried to capture the Female titan; everything was going according to plan till it attacked his squad. He saw how gruesome and bloody it ended. The blood of his comrades painted the bark and grass red. He tried to take his mind off from it, till he spoke up. “Did I jeopardize my comrade’s safety and life...?” His voice was quiet, almost confused to why he even asked it. You replied, being careful with your tone “No, it was just unfortunate timing, Levi.” Levi was still quiet, it’s nothing new for the other soldiers that feared him, but you knew that Levi can’t handle this the way he usually does. His squad cared for him like family, after losing Isabel and Furlan. ‘History repeated itself once again.’ He thought. You made him his favorite tea, it’s one way to comfort him as you know tea calms him down during these types of moments. You spoke up once again “Levi, you did not do anything wrong.” You rubbed his back in a comforting way, trying to ease up his stress. Levi would trust your word, but somehow this time he couldn’t. “How is this not my fault? Those soldiers were under my command.” He said, his voice shaking at the end. His eyes were focusing on his teacup; he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed exhaustedly. “I led them to their deaths Y/N” He added, you try to convince him that he was not the reason by saying this; “We never knew that she would attack like that, it was unpredictable.” But of course, Levi refused to believe that. He kept his thoughts to himself, wondering how he could’ve avoided it. As a few days pass, he starts to move on slowly. Your presence helps him, but the guilt and images of his fallen soldiers were still haunting him. One night he took a short nap, it was late at night, and he was off duty. He had this dream; his fallen comrades were still there. But the only words that came out was “Why did you abandoned us?” The female titan appeared behind his dead comrades and tragically pull their limbs and break their bones apart. Levi woke up, breathing unevenly and his body trembling. He swore under his breath and went to the mess hall kitchen to prepare himself some tea. You on the other hand was there already. “Had a rough night?” you asked him as he prepares his tea. “A damn nightmare is what happened, Y/N” He retorted back, his hands still trembling. You try to comfort him in anyway possible; “Levi, I told you, it was not your fault, we could not predict the female titans’ moves. You know that very well.” Eventually Levi gave into your comfort. But he still couldn’t let that image of his fallen soldiers go. Months have passed since the incident. Your solace and presence kept him sane after every expedition. He knew his line of work is unpredictable, and you both could die at any moment in battle. He kept in his mind that not everything is in his control, he realized that thanks to you. You changed his perspective whenever he loses the soldiers under his command. And even though he cannot change or control anything around his surroundings like death, he at least wants to change it somehow to not lose you too.

Idea goes to: @onloginavely-blog 🫶

A/N: THIS TOOK ME WAY TOO MUCH BRAINPOWER, PLEASE DONT LET IT FLOP!

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vaporwavebeach-writes · 11 months

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Kinktober Day 13 (Heartbeat)

Victor Zsasz x Reader

(695 Words)

Summary: after some rough fucking, you listen to Victor’s heart

Warnings/Tags: 18+, gender neutral reader, some real rough sex in the beginning, scratches, bite marks, aftercare, cuddling, heartbeats (duh), fluff (finally!!!)

Notes: man, I love him SO MUCH I didn’t really know how to fit in the prompt for this one, but I think I may have pulled it off, enjoy the fic!!!!

You feel your arms starting to give out, flopping onto the bed exhaustedly. Your knees dig into the mattress, back arched as Victor pounds into you ferociously. You let out an impassioned whine, feeling his cock hit what felt like the deepest parts of you.

“Oh god,” you gasp, “Victor, I-I think I’m, fuck, I’m so fucking close.”

Continuing to thrust into you roughly, Victor’s eyes study your back. It was completely red. Scratch marks, raking up and down. Glancing up to your shoulders and the nape of your neck, he spies the several bite marks that were left in his wake- some already starting to bruise. He groans carnally, satisfied of leaving his mark on you.

“Fucking do it, babe,” he grunts, gripping at your hips, continuing to piston himself within you. “You’ve earned it, plus, I’m close too.”

You grip at the sheets, feeling yourself become practically spineless as you come violently, sobbing out in pleasure through your orgasm.

Victor isn’t much farther behind you. As he pulls out of you, You hear a guttural groan erupt from his throat. You shudder, feeling his cum shoot onto your lower back in thick ropes as he finishes himself off.

You lay on your arms, exhausted, fucked out, and sated, heart racing. You feel a warm, dampened towel over the spot where Victor spilled himself all over you, cleaning you up.

“Thank you,” you sigh out, blissfully.

“Don’t mention it, sweetheart.” He replies, his hand gently ruffling your hair. You feel his hands move between your torso as he gathers you to his chest. Victor presses a soft kiss to your jaw, moving down to your neck to kiss over the fresh bruises. He moves back up, giving you several small pecks on the lips. “How ya feeling?”

“Great,” you answer back, giddiness fluttering within your stomach. Your legs begin to shake from holding yourself up. “Just a little exhausted though, you did just fuck the ever-loving shit out of me you know,” you giggle.

Victor lets out a low, playful chuckle as his hands smooth down your arms. “We can lay down here for a little bit if you want to.”

You turn to him, his deep brown eyes gazing into yours, tenderly. “You know what? I think I’d like that.”

With a gentle pull, you found yourself laying on top of Victor. He wraps his arms around you in a firm embrace, keeping you flush against him. Your head lays on his tally-mark scarred chest, feeling it rise and fall with every breath he took. Despite the fact that Victor Zsasz has the reputation of being one of the most skilled hitmen in Gotham- someone who could easily take a life at a moment’s notice, this was a comfortable position to be in. You feel safe with him.

Cuddling yourself into him more, you can hear his heartbeat through his chest. After a while, you feel your breathing patterns start to match with his. You could’ve sworn at some point you heard his heart skip a beat.

“Your heart is beating so fast,” you note, grinning softly.

“Yeah,” he sighs, looking down at you on his chest. He runs a hand, smoothing down your back, making you melt into him. “It tends to do that when you’re with the people you care about.”

You feel a blush spread rapidly across your cheeks. It’s almost like you can feel your heart start to beat quicker, as you feel the ever growing warmth that starts to flourish in between the both of you. For him to say that in such a casual manner was enough to make your heart flutter.

“Keep talking like that, and I don’t think I’m ever gonna want to get up from this spot with you,” you chuckle.

Victor gazes at you with his signature grin. A grin that signaled mischief. His eyes though, were different. They didn’t hold the rascality as his grin, but rather, something softer. As he pulls the covers over the both of you, the warm feeling envelops you in a wave of euphoria. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I can live with that.”

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lighterfluid1 · 1 year

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Drunk fuck with Bakugo ( 18+ )

☆ PRO!HERO TOP!BAKUGO X GN/MALE!READER (fem ver here) ☆

☆ !! WARNINGS ; !!

ー Mentions of alcohol, male genitals, they/them pronouns, drunk sex, lots of degration, aggressive sex, anal, overstimulation, some dirty talk, edging, bottom & top receiving, half clothed sex, etc.

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As the weather warmed up and the grass grew greener, you could tell spring was on it's way. But not only spring. A friend of yoursーKatsuki Bakugo, celebrated his birthday in the upcoming month of April. You obviously weren't the only one to realize since the moment March became April...Mina had already began planning a surprise party for Bakugo. Her, Kirishima, and the others had chosen to throw the party at the nearby club. You must admit, it would be fun to meet up and have some drinks. So therefore you agreed to show up.

You met Katsuki long before he became one of the top 10 pro hero's. Infactーyou met him back in your UA days. You and your friends from class 1-A we're now deep into the hero business, meaning you lost touch with many of them, but not Katsuki. You realized long ago just how you felt about him, and turned out obvious how much you crushed on the boy. That much hasn't changedーinfact it's the reason you hesitated on coming to his surprise party. Even just being in his aroma made you nervous and flushed. Everything about him turned you into a hopeless mess. Mina being your go-to for these things had told you to hang out with him more and try to get comfortable with him. She made it seem much easier then it really was. If being around him with your friends there was hard, then you can imagine how embarrassing it was to be one-on-one with him. But at least the two of you talk online...it was honestly the only thing keeping your friendship alive.

Getting back home from your hero work you stripped off your costume exhaustedly, flopping down on your sofa to check your phone. You we're surprised to see so many notificationsーbut when you checked them you nearly jumped out of your skin. The party...is today?! You thought to yourself. Mina had messaged you nearly a thousand times reminding you about it. Quickly you bolted off the couch and into your washroom. You had to shower, get ready, and leave as quick as you could. You barely had any time even now since your hero work takes up a big chunk of your day. After hoping out of the shower and drying your hair you had to pick an appropriate outfit. You didn't want to wear anything too formal but at the same time you didn't want anything too lazy...Who the fuck cares. Grabbing the most decent clothes you could find, you rushed out the door letting Mina know you we're on your way. Checking the time you let out a sigh of relief. You had just enough time to drive over.

The sun had already set by the time you arrived making the club radiate with lights from the outside. You usually didn't feel this nervous attending a party with your friendsーbut the butterflies in your stomach we're unbearable. Nevertheless, you we're here to have fun and that's all that really mattered.

"Ohーthere they are! Hey!" Mina called, waving to you as you walked over to the bar counter.

"What took you so long?!" Denki asked over the blaring music. You weren't surprised he was willing to come.

"Hey. Jus' got back from hero work n' had my phone off. Kinda forgot about the party, sorry," you reply with a nervous yet friendly smile. You usually remember important events like this, but your mind must'a gotten ahead of itself.

"No big deal! Bakugo hasn't even gotten here yet," Kirishima says. It had been a while since you'd seen him with his hair down.

"Really? That's a shocker..."

"Yeahーit is! Where is that blonde jerk?!" Mina shouts, scrolling through her phone franticly. You weren't the only one being spam called I guess. But just as Mina said thatーa voice called angrily from behind you.

"What'd you call me, bug eyes?!" Katsuki shouted. You and the rest of your friends jerked around at the sound of his voice, faces lighting up with excitement.

"Heyyy! There'y is!" Kirishima roared, raising a hand. Looking up at him from your seat, you studied his outfit in awe. He wore a tight white dress shirtーslightly undone at the top and rolled at the sleeves, black dress pants, and normal white runners. You could feel your face heating up as you looked him up and down. As he sat down, Denki slammed a cupcake down on the table as you all shouted happy birthday. It took him a moment to process this wasn't just a meet upーbut a surprise birthday celebration. Or that's what you thought he was processing.

"Huh?"

"Surprise!!! Are you surprised?!" Mina shouted excitedly leaning over the table. "We decided it would be fun to celebrate your birthday with a few drinks! What'dya think?!"

"I think you're fucking stupid." Mina stopped for a momentーshocked to hear his response. "It was pretty obvious this had something to do with my birthday. Why the hell else would you have dragged me out here?!"

"Ugh...why do you have to be so not stupid?!" Denki whined, flopping his arms over the table with a sigh.

"SHUT UP MORON!"

"Wellーat least you showed up!" Kirishima added positively. At this point you we're just waiting for someone to order the drinks.

"Is someone gonna order the drinks or what..." you huffed.

"IS THAT THE ONLY REASON YOU CAME?!" Mina yelled in shock.

"Of course not!" You bit back.

"I'll get em'!" Denki insisted, rushing over to the bar. You could feel Katsuki's eyes on you from across the table...it was making you that much more nervous. When you looked up he turned away increasing the suspense. You're hoping that once you have a few shots you'll loosen up.

Once Denki returned with a bottle of champagne, vodka, and other expensive liquors that's when the real party began. You even received a free bottle of tequila after Denki stood and flirted with the bartender. Out of all your friends, you were the one drinking the mostーespecially right off the bat. The moment they were placed in front of you, you had already poured yourself a glass. By the time the others started feeling tipsy, you were already drunk. Laughs were shared across the table until your attention began to shift back to Katsuki. As your head perked up, he too shifted his head in your direction. Looking him directly in the eyes you gestured a small smileーyour worries completely leaving your body.

"What're you lookin' at," he spatーtrying to ignore his flushed face.

"You, Katuski." Your face said everything he needed to know as the pink tone on his cheeks quickly darkened and spread across his face. He liked the way his name rolled off your tongue when you were wasted like this. His face grew with amusement as he smirked...catching onto you. You had always wondered what it would be like to sleep with himーbut you were unable to get ahead of yourself right now. Once the bottles were left empty and everyone's drinks were finished, some of your friends began to leave. The party ended faster then you thought, but time flies when your shit wasted I guess. But in the end it was just you and Katsuki at the table. "Didn't know you were sucha drinker," you slurred. Katsuki chuckled.

"Says you." As you and Katsuki also began to leave, that's when you finally made a move. As you watched him turn around the corner to check something your heart began to race as you reached out for him. Maybe it was because you we're drunkーbut the heat deep in your body was killing you. Quickly you pulled Katsuki's shirt making his face fall to your level, as you linked your lips with his. He was shocked at first, hesitating as you held him there but quicklyーhe melted into your kiss. The cold air of the night blew through you both making the moment that much more pleasurable...yet the hot feeling in your stomach never went away. The small yet sensual kiss you left on his lips soon turned into a heated make-out as the Blondie took control. He grabbed your jaw lifting your head as he pushed you against the concrete exterior of the club. Small uncontrolable grunts and breaths left your mouth as the two of you made out, vibrating down his throat. His hands slowly made their way to your waist and under your shirt as his leg shifted perfectly in between your legs. Your body flinched with suprise as a wave of pleasure spread throughout youーmaking your face turn a deep pink shade. That's when you realized the bulge in your pants rubbing on his thigh, but you weren't the only one. Katsuki's tight pants made his boner impossible to miss. Suddenly a warm sensation made it's way to your chest snapping you out of your drunken state. His hands caressed your nipplesーpinching and pulling as he kissed and bit your neck. You moaned and groaned in response to the mixed sensations, making the bulge in your pants twitch. This was very unlike him.

"Noーnot here..." you whispered. The both of you were perched up against the left wall of the club yet people still passed. His desperate grip on your body never loosened though, as if he was holding onto you fearing he'd be left alone. His breathing was heavy in your ear once he finally did let go, sending shivers down your spine.

"I'll call a cab t'drive us," he replied, pulling out his phone. You jolted in response to his wordsーthe alcohol in your system making it that much harder to process. You we're going to his house...? Your fantasies were slowly becoming reality as he hung up the phone grabbing your wrist and pulling you along into the viechle making sure you didn't trip or fall. Besides, out of the two of you he was the most with it.

Once you both arrived he practically dragged you inside. Katsuki had always been richーbut him being one of the top ten pro hero'sーmade him even richer. He practically owned a literal mansion. When you entered the sound of jackets hitting the ground radiated throughout his home mixed with hitched breathing. As he pinned you againt the door kissing and biting at your soft skin, you slowly unbuttoned his white dress shirt. Before long he had you hanging onto his shoulder as he lead you to his bedroom. Everything was pristine and clean, the sheets of his bed feeling like pure silk as he threw you down. Ripping off your pants and your boxers he lifted your legs placing them on his shoulders as he salivated your hole. Your legs shook and trembled under his tongue wanting to escape although the world spun around you as you laid arching your back from the pleasure.

"NghーKatsukiー!" You moaned, covering your flushed face with your shirt. Out of nowhere you felt two fingers enter you, causing you to gasp and flinch.

"Relax, slut. You got yourself into this mess," he spat. His words just turned you on that much more, your cock aching with need. You just wanted him inside of you.

"Just...put it in..." you replied, voice trembling out of embarrassment. You spread your legs for him still covering your face shyly shocking him. You we're so needy yet so hesitant.

"Impatient are we? Just makes me wanna tease you more, fuckin' whore," he chuckled. He threw his undone dress shirt to the floor as he unzipped his pants, rubbing his dick along your leaking hole. "What's the magic word, huh?" Licking your thigh, he makes direct eye contact with you startling you with a small bite. Your body shivered as you watched him tease youーhesitating and stuttering on your words.

"Pleーplease...?"

"Good slut," he bit, smirking cunningly. Finally he lined himself up and shoved his cock all the way inside of youーalmost immediately hitting all of your good spots. You cried out with pleasure as he began to thrust into you, pulling one of your legs above his head as the other laid on the bed. With each thrust you felt your ears ring...your climax already approaching. You couldn't even believe this was happeningーyou were fucking your best friend. He quickly sped up after realizing how your insides pulsed and twitched for him. Then, you moaned and gasped for air as you came all over your stomach. Noticing you finished already, he let out a small snicker throwing you over onto your stomach grabbing and spreading your ass.

"Wait I just finishedー!" You cried as he put himself back inside of you. Before you could finish, you practically melted on his cockーeyes shooting back into your head.

"We ain't fuckin' done here. You want me to stop then start beggin'." Every time you though he couldn't go faster, he did. His thrusts were hard, completely raddling your brain as he grabbed your wrists holding them behind your back. "Ass up," he ordered. You could barely hear him over your moans and gasps yet you still did what you were told.

"Nghー! StopーI'm gunnー!" Suddenly, you felt Katsuki put his thumb over your tip stopping you from your climax.

"What, y'like it that much that you cum twice in a row? I don't fuckin' think so," Katsuki snickers, edging you painfully.

"Noーmmphh! Please!" As you begged and begged him to let go, his thrusts slowed, releasing his hot seed deep inside of you as you came onto the sheets. Not wanting to stop, he kept thrusting making your legs tremble and collapse below you as you dick twitched from the overstimulation. When he was finally finishedーhe pulled your body up twisting and pulling your pebbled nipples as he bit down into the crevice of your neck. You winced in pain and pleasure as he threw you down onto your back kissing your chest moving further and further down. Once he reached your still twitching dick, he licked and sucked until you were screaming for him. "Katsuki!ーngh...please...I can'tー!" But it just turned him on more. As you gripped and tugged his hair you came down his throat the both of you making eye contact. He smirked, purposely swallowing every last drop as your face burned a dark pink. Before you could respond he shifted to the end of the bed spreading his legs.

"Your turn~," he teased, snapping and pointing at his boner. You blushed just at the thought of you giving him headーbut it was fair...Holding your shirt tightly you crawled over to him and off the bed crouching down onto your knees. Holding your mouth open, he explored the inside with his thumb before leading your lips to his pink tipーthe precum leaking onto your mouth. You held the base nervously but instead of being gentle he grabbed at your hair forcing your head down, gagging you. As you choked and drooled he thrusted his dick up and down your throat, breathing hitching. "Fuck..." The sound of him moaning quietly, grunting under his breath as he thrusted into your mouth turned you on to the point it was unbearable. You quietly jerked off as you sucked him messily, swirling your tounge around his tip as pleasurably as possible. Small moans escaped you as you stroked yourselfーcausing his dick to somehow expand inside your mouth. The vibrations made his climax come that much faster as he finally released into your mouth. You coughed and choked as you swallowed it down, it practically dripping from your mouth. What a pretty sight it was for Katsuki as he lifted you onto his lap, helping you finish yourself off.

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Once you both finally finished, you laid exhausted beside Katsuki holding onto his heated body. As your vision faded as the alcohol took over your system, you passing out in his arms. Your body was covered in bruises, hickies, and bites yet somehow it made you look that much hotter. He too fell asleep beside you shortly afterーstroking your ruffled hair. The sound of quiet breathing took over the aroma of his bedroom as you two slept peacefully together, tucked under his sheets. You wished you could have just told him how much you loved him in that moment you shared.

!! All characters are over 18 !!

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Ronance/Platonic Stobin drabble that may become a story if I have the motivation for it (and if enough people that like it and actually want more) 😅

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Robin huffed exhaustedly as she flopped onto Nancy's bed, ignoring the other woman's huff of annoyance as the sudden movement jostled the papers that had been spread out on the cover.

"Rough day?" Nancy asked, gathering the papers she had been using to study for her upcoming calculus test in her arms and setting them on the nightstand. She then shifted her gaze to Robin, who had flung an arm across her face while Nancy adjusted herself so she was lying on her back, turning her head to stare at Robin.

"The roughest," Robin agreed.

"Want to talk about it?" Nancy offered.

Robin merely shook her head, removing her arm so she could meet Nancy's gaze.

Nancy's entire demeanor softened when she noticed the red-rimmed and teary eyes. "Come here," she murmured, holding her arms out as an invitation.

Robin accepted the invitation, diving into Nancy's arms just as a fresh round of sobs escaped her. Her entire chest was heaving as tears streamed down her face, creating a wet spot on one of Nancy's favorite shirts.

The journalist would worry about that later. For now, her sole focus was on her beautiful yet devastated girlfriend who was an inconsolable mess in her arms.

"It's ok Robs, I'm here," Nancy whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of Robin's head as her arms tightened around the younger woman. "I'm here, I've got you."

Robin let out a choked whimper, nails digging into Nancy's arms. She wanted to tell Nancy, she did, but she couldn't get the words out. The memory had been replaying in her mind on a loop since she had left Family Video in a rush.

~~~

Robin arched an eyebrow as Steve sighed in boredom for what had to be the millionth time since their shift started less than an hour ago. "Knock it off, dingus," she said.

"But Robbie, I'm sooooo bored," he said, looking at her with sad puppy dog eyes.

She merely rolled her eyes at the childish man. "Really? I couldn't tell."

"You're so mean," Steve said, sticking his tongue out as Robin flicked him off.

"But you love me anyways," Robin said through a grin, ignoring the flicker of guilt that passed through her at the fact that Steve still didn't know that she and Nancy had become a thing.

After everything that happened at Starcourt, Steve had been the one to drive Robin to the Byers home, where everything about the Upside Down had been explained to her, starting from Will's disappearance all the way up to what she had just witnessed at the mall.

Of course, it wasn't an easy explanation to get through as everyone wanted to contribute and pitch in their own versions of what they had experienced, but they managed to get through it with a question here and there from Robin.

Much to everyone's surprise, she had taken everything in stride. Though they supposed it was much easier to take in after you had witnessed the Mind Flayer and been drugged and tortured by evil Russians.

Everyone spent that night at the Byers, dispersed throughout the living room. The older teens took the couches while the younger ones piled onto the floor in a mountain of blankets and pillows and intertwined limbs.

Steve and Robin fell asleep a few inches apart on the couch, but when they woke up, Steve's arm was around Robin's waist and his head was resting on her shoulder, puffs of breath hitting the freckled woman's neck. They sprang apart rather quickly, but after a few nights, it became their thing.

And a few days after that, Robin unofficially moved with Steve. With both of their parents never home, she was practically at his house every day. She got her own bedroom, but one of them always ended up in the other's bed. Steve started driving her to and from work, even on nights they weren't scheduled together (which was a rare occasion).

A few weeks later, Nancy had called out of the blue to check up on Robin and see how she was handling everything. The younger woman confessed that she was still having nightmares and sought out Nancy's advice on how to make them disappear. Nancy offered to come pick her up and take them somewhere to go eat, and Robin readily agreed.

Their friendship was tentative, but after everything that had happened with Vecna/Henry/One, it blossomed. Nancy had never met anyone like Robin, who so easily went along with her ideas, never doubting her for even a second. Someone who was sarcastic and intelligent and quite the rambler. She had also never met a woman as beautiful as Robin, and it made her question everything she thought she knew about herself, especially when Robin finally worked up the courage to tell her that she was into girls.

After Robin's nervous confession, it was like everything clicked into place for Nancy. Without hesitation, she cupped Robin's cheeks in her hands and leaned in, pressing her lips against Robin's as she had been dreaming about for days. She had thought she had made a horrible mistake and was on the verge of pulling away when Robin finally reciprocated the kiss. Electricity crackled between them, running through their veins and leaving them absolutely breathless and dazed when they finally pulled apart.

Shortly after, the two began dating, though not without a thorough conversation about everything that had happened between Nancy and Steve. Nancy confessed that yes, she had hurt Steve, but he had also hurt her by trying to pretend as though nothing ever happened, as if her best friend in the entire world, Barb, hadn't been murdered by some vicious creature in a haunted world that mirrored their town.

Robin told Nancy that Steve was her best friend, her platonic partner, and that yes, she really, really liked Nancy and absolutely wanted to date her and be her girlfriend, but she didn't want to do anything that would hurt him or make him feel as though Robin had betrayed him.

Nancy reassured Robin that Steve wanted nothing more than for the both of them to be happy, and that he wouldn't have a problem with the two of them being together. She understood that if Robin really believed they shouldn't be together because of him, she would step away from the younger woman, as heartbreaking as it would be to do so.

Robin was certain she fell even harder for Nancy in that moment, and pressed a firm, loving kiss to the journalist's lips. "Wish me luck," she said.

"Good luck," Nancy said, chastely kissing Robin before she escorted her downstairs and to the front door, where Steve was waiting to pick her up so they could head to work together.

That had been earlier in the day, and now, Robin's heart was beating ferociously in her chest. Her hands felt sweaty, her eyes were zeroing in on everything except for Steve, and her mouth felt extremely dry. She couldn't help but to fiddle with her rings, inhaling and exhaling deeply to try and calm her nerves.

Of course with Steve being an expert on everything Robin, he instantly sensed the shift in the air, a concerned frown adorning his face when he noticed Robin was playing with her rings. She only did that when she was extremely bored or when she was utterly nervous about something. "You alright Robbie?" he asked, brow pinching in concern as she looked at him with wide, frightened eyes.

"Y-yeah, yeah, of course. Everything is completely and totally fine. Why wouldn't it be? I'm working with my absolute best friend in the entire world who happens to be none other than Steve "the Hair" Harrington. Hey, don't you think it's funny that your nickname also matches your last name? Because I do. I think it's absolutely hilarious, actually. Even though it's not spelled the same as the type of hair that's on your head, it still makes for a really funny thing. God, it's really hot in here. It's making my head spin. Is your head spinning, Stevie? Because mine is."

"Robin," Steve interrupted, placing his hands on his friend's shoulders. "Breathe with me. In, and out. In, and out," he instructed, exaggerating his own breathing until Robin's breaths were slowing down and matching his. "There ya go. Nice and easy."

"Thanks," she whispered, pressing her forehead against his shoulder, wrapping her arms around him tight.

"You're welcome," he replied, hugging her just as tight. "Want to tell me what that was all about?" Steve questioned as they pulled apart, looking at her expectantly.

"Not particularly, no," she said, slender fingers instantly going to twist her rings around and around and around.

"You know you can tell me anything," Steve insisted, staring directly into Robin's eyes to prove he was serious, his frown returning when Robin tore her eyes away from his own.

"Promise you won't get mad? That you'll let me explain?" she asked, and Steve absolutely hated how her voice trembled.

"I promise Robbie, I swear it."

Robin inhaled sharply, steeling herself before meeting his concerned gaze. "I'm dating Nancy."

She flinched away from Steve as though she was expecting him to hit her. What she didn't expect was for Steve to brace himself on the counter, in absolute tears due to how hard he was laughing.

"You! A-and Nancy!" he spluttered, gasping for air as he continued to chuckle. "That's a good one. Really, that was fantastic. Oh, you just made my day."

Robin scowled, hands on her hips as she sent a death glare his way. "I'm being serious, you asshole."

Steve looked up at Robin, his amusement fading into confusion. "You're serious?"

"Yes, dingus. I'm serious. Nancy and I have been together for a few weeks now. I've been dying to tell you but I didn't know how to. I know you guys hurt one another and you're slowly becoming friends again and I didn't want to do anything to jeopardize that but God, Steve, Nancy is absolutely amazing. She's passionate and brilliant and kind and a badass and cares so deeply even though she's been so badly hurt in the past and she doesn't even—"

"You and Nancy?!" Steve exclaimed, his voice rising in pitch. "You and Nancy Wheeler?! The very same Nancy Wheeler you declared was a priss in the bathroom at Starcourt?! The Nancy Wheeler you know tore my heart up before stomping on it?! Nancy Wheeler, Mike's older sister Nancy Wheeler?!"

"Yes Steve, that Nancy Wheeler!" Robin shouted back in exasperation. "Do you know another badass woman named Nancy Wheeler?!"

Steve's mouth flailed open and shut as he tried to come up with a response.

Robin softened as she took notice of how confused and hurt Steve was. "I never meant to hurt you, Stevie. That's why I'm telling you. I'm just a girl whose in love with another girl who happens to be your ex. That's all."

"That's all?" Steve repeated sarcastically, venom dripping off every word. "Robin, you know what she did to me. You know how much she hurt me and how devastated I was. Hell, you were the one to comfort me when I would get down on myself about our relationship and talked me out of calling her like the drunken idiot we both know I can be! Was that all just some ploy to keep me from her so you could have her all to yourself?!"

Robin narrowed her eyes at her friend, ignoring the tears that were beginning to gather due to Steve's accusation. "No, Steve, it's nothing like that. I fell for Nancy because of who she is, not because it would hurt you. That's the whole reason I wanted to talk to you. I didn't want to keep this from you any longer because I knew you would react like this!"

"Like what?!"

"Like this! Accusing me of shit you know I would never do! You're my best friend, Steve James Harrington, and I would never do anything that would jeopardize our friendship!"

"Well you did, Robin! Out of all the girls in Hawkins to date, you chose Nancy!"

"You know that I have to be careful and that I actually don't have many options in this small, homophobic, bumfuck of a town," Robin growled, practically nose to nose with Steve.

"Well it's not my fault that it's unnatural, now is it?"

Both of them froze in place as soon as the question dropped from his lips, Robin heartbroken and in disbelief while Steve was horrified and shocked.

"Rob, I—"

"Fuck you, Steve," she spat, ripping her Family Video vest off her person and slamming it onto the counter, enjoying how it made Steve flinch.

Steve faltered as he reached out for Robin, the devastation and resignation in her eyes breaking his heart more than Nancy ever did.

"You are the one person I trusted," Robin said, swallowing past the lump in her throat. "I never thought in a million years that you of all people would be the one I trusted with that part of myself, because you were an absolute douchebag in high school. But you managed to get me to open up to you and despite all of my instincts telling me not to, I did. I trusted you because you weren't King Steve anymore, but clearly I was wrong. You haven't changed, and you never will."

With that, Robin rushed past Steve and out the door. She ran straight to Steve's car, grabbed her bike out of the trunk, and pedaled as hard and as fast as she could, ignoring Steve's desperate calls for her to come back. She paid no attention to the tears streaming down her face. There was only one thing on her mind.

She needed to get to Nancy.

~~~

Nancy wasn't sure how much time had passed since Robin had broken down in her arms. All she knew was that something had to have gone terribly wrong between Robin and Steve for her girlfriend to be so inconsolable and so obviously crushed.

"I've got you Robin, I promise. I'm here for you, whatever you need," Nancy vowed quietly so as not to further overwhelm her girlfriend.

"Thank you," Robin replied, her voice even raspier than normal.

"There's no need to thank me," the journalist said, smiling down at the the younger teen.

"I got snot all over your favorite shirt," Robin mumbled, a small grin appearing as Nancy chuckled.

"You're more important than a shirt, Robin."

"Mmhmm," she agreed through a yawn, snuggling closer to Nancy.

Nancy simply held her girlfriend tighter, running a hand through Robin's hair to help soothe her to sleep. "I love you, Robin."

"Love you too, Nance," she said, looking at the curly-haired brunette with half-lidded eyes.

"I'll be here when you wake," Nancy assured her, absolutely melting when Robin promptly closed her eyes and dozed off within minutes.

While she wasn't sure about the specifics of what went down between the two friends, she was sure about one thing.

Steve Harrington was a dead man.

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The shock of the run-in with Lachlan runs out by the time the three of you get home, the sun already beginning to set. Not even five minutes through the door, your brain is already churning with ideas, ways to fight back, ways to save Tabaeus. As you kick off your shoes and stride further into the living room, turning on lights, you turn to your two companions, “Alright, he gave us a day. We should plan what to do.”

“What do you mean?” Ewan shoots you a curious look as he flops down on the couch. There’s something wilted about his posture, as if he was a dog exhaustedly returning home after being dumped elsewhere.

Eager to get planning, your feet propel you into a back and forth pace as your hands gesticulate. “We could booby trap the house. If it’s all anti-vampire stuff, Tabaeus would need to stay somewhere safe, but-”

“No. There’s no way to defeat Lachlan.” Tabaeus suddenly steps between you and Ewan, casting a desperate expression between the two of you. Their movement has halted your pacing.

Your eyebrows furrow, confusion dampening your verve as your hands fall to yoru sides. “But-”

“There is no way,” Tabaeus hisses, that desperation in their eyes tinged with miserable fear. Their pointed ears droop a little as they step away, turning their back on you and Ewan. Removing his hat and setting it on a nearby hat rack, Tabaeus’s voice softens and cracks, “He always finds me, always drags me back.”

Ewan sits a little straighter, his concern piquing. You and the werewolf share a worried look, but say nothing. With the appearance of Lachlan, you’re not surprised that memories have finally triggered in Tabaeus.

Lachlan had been… a lot to take in. Intimidating and powerful, affecting a whole library with some sort of enthrallment. An icy sort of vileness in his movements and words. The promise of danger.

But you and Ewan don’t have the experience, the traumatic memories, that Tabaeus undoubtedly holds in reference to the other vampire. It’s a bit disheartening that, after so long trying to figure out Tabaeus’s amnesia, Lachlan is there to sully the recollections.

“What did he mean by punishments?” The words come out of you before you can consider them. Tabaeus’s back stiffens at the question, but they remain turned away. Licking your lips, you take a step forward and softly push, “Tabaeus?”

At the creak of the floorboard beneath your foot, the vampire half-turns to you. They don’t look at you and you get the feeling they can’t bring their gaze to you. Too ashamed or miserable to catch your eye.

After a long moment, Tabaeus sighs and turns around fully. “He killed Kieran and… others. The ones I sheltered with in all of my escape attempts.”

Conflict scrunches Tabaeus’s features further as their hand presses to their own chest. “If the people I am with have other ideas that could be construed as a punishment, Lachlan sits back and observes.”

Your lips thin, eyes narrow as you remember the autopsy scars marring Tabaeus’s torso. You don’t want to imagine what other torture Lachlan sat back and watched. It’s hard not to let your brain feed you awful scenarios.

“There has to be some way,” you say with soft earnestness as you touch Tabaeus’s arm. Their attention flicks to you, quick as a flinch, and your eyes flick over their face, tallying all the anguish crimping their features.

“No, nothing.” Shaking their head, Tabaeus dislodges your touch gently. They swallow heavily again, fighting down discomfort to continue speaking, “I suspect Lachlan can track me, hear me. Peek into where I am at. If not him, then others perhaps.”

Ewan has pushed himself off the couch by now and stands behind you, dallying at the edges of whatever is happening between you and Tabaeus. But at Tabaeus’s words, he presses, “Others?”

“Anyone who has used my… services.” The words sound bitter on Tabaeus’s lips, mixed with shame and frustration.

“For memories?” You’re still not entirely sure what that meant. The worrier in you thinks it’s something sexual or perhaps meant for a litany of experiences. Like a sex worker that will allow anything to happen to them, despite how they feel about it and despite little compensation. But you don’t think that’s all there is to it, even if a lot of vampire media loves the thought of bloodsucking debauchery and parties.

“Yes,” Tabaeus hisses, their lips puckering and eyes narrowing. “For memories.”

Lachlan had said something about making the memory of himself fresh in Tabaeus’s head, before they did a forced feeding. Something clanks in your thoughts, trying to piece together the meaning. Whenever Tabaeus fed on you, you saw things, hadn’t you? And there were moments where Tabaeus didn’t seem like themselves.

Did Lachlan mean that Tabaeus was used for memories in a more literal way?

“What does that mean exactly?” Ewan voices the question your brain suddenly churns over. He’s hovering behind your shoulder, his body heat warm. There’s a tingle along your back, as if you can feel the werewolf’s own anxiety.

“I am a vampire created to store the memories of other vampires.” Even as they answer, Tabaeus doesn’t bring their red eyes to your face or toward Ewan. They speak slowly, picking their words carefully as they explain something that, hours earlier, even they knew nothing about. “A receptacle for others to deposit or withdraw memories as they wish. As such, I am not supposed to make memories of my own, so they may utilize me to the fullest potential.”

Their explanation dips further into bitterness and frustration the longer they speak. Grim lines crease the corner of Tabaeus’s mouth.

“Why would they need that?” Ewan presses, eyebrows furrowed with confusion.

“Our brains are not meant to store centuries or millennia of memories," they explain, pressing fingers to their temple. As if the explanation causes some deep-seeded pain. “Remembrances deteriorate over time. Well, unless a coven has a Memory Keeper.”

Ewan voices the outrage that you feel, “Then let them make another Memory Keeper!”

“According to Lachlan’s memories, I am one of the last. He was not even my original owner,” they say, disgust radiating over the last word. “Ironic, the skills and ritual meant to create one of my own has faded from recollection.”

Driven by the unfairness of it all, you take a step closer and reach out to the vampire. “But we still have to try and stop-”

Before you can touch Tabaeus, they grab your hand in both of theirs. They clasp it tightly, the cool of their palms an unwanted balm against the heat of your adrenaline and determination. The fact Tabaeus is finally looking at you is a small consolation.

“Amata, I care for you. I love you. I do not want to risk you suffering Lachlan’s wrath.” The words come out rushed and watery as they give your hand a squeeze. Your heart stutters at their declaration, your mouth opening to say something but no words come. Their red eyes flicker to Ewan, continuing the earnest and pained timbre as they add, “Nor do I want that to happen to you. A werewolf would be tortured far worse than a human.”

A glance at Ewan tells you he agrees with Tabaeus’s words, his shoulders slumped and a discontented frown on their lips. From the way he holds himself, you can almost imagine wolfish ears drooping down and a sad sagging tail. Despite all this, Ewan quietly asks, “Then what do we do?”

“I will get my things in order and comply with Lachlan. It is the only way I can be sure neither of you are harmed.”

You can see where Tabaeus thinks the situation is unwinnable. A vile master of sorts that may be able to track or see through Tabaeus’s own eyes. If not Lachlan, perhaps others. Which made the situation worse, since even if they dispatched one enemy, more may come in their place. That wasn’t even considering the actual experience Tabaeus has.

However, you can’t help but want to fight. Rolling over and just letting Lachlan take Tabaeus sours your stomach. “But-”

“Please, this is hard enough as it is.” “Do not fight me on this. I do not wish to enthrall you and wipe your mind of me, but I will if I must.”

“Tabae-” They swoop forward, not letting you finish your plaintive dissent. Their desperate lips catch yours, their palms cradling the sides of your face. The force of the gesture makes you stumble backward into Ewan, whose warm hands catch you by the hips.

Uncertainty pulses from the werewolf, his fingers curling into you. “Tabaeus, I don’t think-”

Ewan’s disgruntled words cut off as the vampire breaks from you and lunges for him. The werewolf yelps as Tabaeus grabs him by the hair, dragging him into a kiss of their own. It has the same level of desperation as the kiss they bestowed on you.

When Tabaeus next pulls back, they hold you and Ewan closer, lowering their head between the two of you. Pained and miserable, Tabaeus sighs, “Please, allow me to have one more night, one more good memory, before it ends.”

Tension echoes along your body and you can feel similar uncertainty radiate from Ewan. Both of you are stiff, even as your arm reaches around Tabaeus and your hand brushes down their back. An ache throbs through your chest. You’d like nothing more than to comfort the vampire, give them another good night, but your heart won’t comply. “Ewan?”

“Yeah?” The werewolf’s reply nearly comes out as a whisper.

Hesitance causes you to pause for a beat, mentally struggling with your next words. Finally, you dismally ask, “How can we stop Tabaeus?”

The vampire tenses against you, an almost imperceptible whine keening from their throat. “Do not, amata.”

After his own beat of reluctance, Ewan finally answers you in a soft, sober tone, “I can go full wolf and wrestle him down into… whatever he sleeps in. Wrap it in chains, put it behind anti-vampire protections so Lachlan can’t get to them but they won’t be able to get out.”

Even as Ewan talks about the options, he doesn’t sound convinced. If you were truthful, you doubt either of you want to go that route. It was one thing to have Tabaeus’s cooperation, and another thing entirely to lock them down against their will.

“Enough!” The snarl lights fast from Tabaeus’s lips as they forcefully push you and Ewan away. The power of the shove sends you flying into the far wall, air knocked from your lungs. Across the room, you hear Ewan land against one of the end tables with a grunt of pain as wood splinters beneath him.

Sparing a short glance at Ewan, you can tell the werewolf is okay. Perhaps a little sore and shamed but overall alright. Your attention jumps back to Tabaeus, your eyes widening as you take in the vampire’s state.

They have ripped most of their outfit off, red tears streaming down their cheeks. Whatever fabric still clings to their body has darkened, moldered as if it has been in the ground for ages. Lights flicker around them as their hair plasters to them, becoming a layer of short fur that creeps over their body. Their pointed ears have grown large, wide, bat-like.

To your left, you hear the telltale cracks and snarls of Ewan shifting. You don’t even need to glance over to know he’s gone full lycan, a heady canine scent tinging the air.

“I have made my decision,” Tabaeus growls, their red eyes glowing behind the still intact sunglasses. Their eyes flicker from you to Ewan, their words taking a rougher edge, “Do not try me, either of you.”

Even with their shoulders hunched, it feels like they tower over you. Innate power crackles through the air, heavy and dark.

Recollections of your first night meeting Tabaeus careen through your head. This was what they looked like, except with different disintegrating clothing. Inhumanly tall and lanky, claws bursting from their fingertips, eyes glowing in a dark-purple complexion and dark fur.

The sight makes residual fear stumble through your thoughts, but care and concern for Tabaeus refuses to let you back down. “I’m not going to just let you walk back into Lachlan’s control!”

“It is not your decision,” they snarl, their claws flexing with agitation.

A sense of hopelessness descends through your thoughts as you blink back tears. Faintly, you wonder if Tabaeus is projecting or if it’s your own dreadful feelings. “Just because you don’t think you can fight him-”

“I said enough!” Tabaeus slices their hand through the air, the action silencing you as they take a step forward. Before you can line up an argument, a brown furry figure tackles the vampire with a growl of their own. All you can do is stare as a fully shifted Ewan grapples with the transformed Tabaeus, fur and obscenities and growls flying.

It takes you a few breaths before your brain kicks you into gear. Attempting to separate the two would only get yourself hurt. Instead, a thought blooms in your head: The vampire hunter box. Was there anything in there that would incapacitate Tabaeus without killing them? You can’t remember, can’t recall.

Where did you even put the blasted thing?

Your feet are moving before you even think, making a beeline for the stairs and up to your bedroom. That’s right. You left it on your dresser, before heading to the library.

As you clamber upstairs, you hear a gnarl of rage behind you. That had to be Tabaeus, realizing your destination in your noisy ascent. Which meant the following growl was Ewan, returning the vampire’s attention to him.

The sounds below become fiercer, with wood splintering and glass breaking. Shoving the worry aside, you focus on getting to your bedroom, getting to the box.

Your lungs ache as you get to the landing, bruises from Tabaeus’s earlier toss throbbing along your back. On auto-pilot, you fly to your room and slam open the door, scrambling wildly to your dresser.

The box sits there, innocent and ignorant to the chaos below. Grabbing it, you throw the lid open and riffle through the contents. It’s not until you hear a loud crash downstairs, followed by a whimper, that your fingers start trembling.

“Amata.” Tabaeus’s voice echoes up from the stairs, just before you hear the creak of the wood underfoot.

Each resounding footstep breaks your concentration further as you try to make sense of the items in the box. Glass vials of water, presumably of the holy variety. The stairs creaked. Silver trinkets. The footfalls got to the landing. A crucifix. Wooden stakes. Closer, the footfalls echoed along the hall. A jar of beans. Outside the door, the steps paused. A hand mirror. A shadow filled the doorway, bringing with it a sense of deeper darkness.

Wildly you look up, blinking back tears.

The clothes on Tabaeus’s form hung like rags now, but it didn’t matter much. Fur coated the rest of their body, their face morphed into something somewhere between a bat and a human. In the scuffle with Ewan, they have lost their sunglasses, leaving you staring into familiarly terrifying glowing red eyes. They took a step forward, into your room. Inky darkness trailed at their back, like they brought the night with them.

Without much thought, you grab the jar of beans and fling it at Tabaeus. You’re not even sure if the jar hits them when it explodes in a cloud glittering shrapnel, little dry beans scattering. As the beans clatter on the floor, Tabaeus takes another step in, ignoring the mess.

Vampires do not obsessively count beans. One bit of lore determined useless.

Grabbing the box, you stumble backward, trying to gain distance between you and Tabaeus. Your hand rummages around in the box, until you feel the silver crucifix. With a shaking hand, you bring it up, holding it in front of you. “What did you do to Ewan?”

“He will be fine,” Tabaeus simply states, cocking their head to the side. Their glowing red eyes narrow on the religious symbol and you briefly hope it’s working. They dash your momentary reprieve by stepping forward once. Twice. Undeterred by the cross.

“Tabaeus, please. Let us help,” you plead, your shaking hand abandoning the cross to the floor.

“No!” The vampire’s word shakes the window panes in your room and sends dust floating down from your ceiling fan. They close the distance on you, eyes burning with frustration and pain. Their eyes rimmed red with bloody tears. “You read what happened to Kieran.”

As you continue to back away and grapple for something of use in the box, your fingertips graze the wood of a stake. Your stomach lurches at the very thought. If the other bits of lore failed, however, maybe a wooden stake wouldn’t kill Tabaeus. Maybe it would simply incapacitate them until you could figure something out.

Clinging to that hope, you try to buy a little more time. “But we can-”

You don’t get a chance to finish your plea as Tabaeus, a dark smear in the air, suddenly pins you to the bed. The wooden stake in your hand falls to the bed, bounces, and clatters to the floor. A shriek rends from you as your arms and legs lash out.

“Please, let us help!” Hot tears stream from your eyes as you struggle against the vampire, but it’s no use. They’re too strong. Their clawed fingers wrap tight to your wrists as they peer down at you. The expression they give you makes that pain in your chest ripple again and the tears come harder.

“My apologies, amata,” Tabaeus quietly says as they move your wrists to one palm and lean close to your neck.

Your struggles increase in desperation as you arch and dip your back, writhe under their hold, trying to shake off the vampire. “No!”

The singular word is all you can shriek as you feel the prick of Tabaeus’s fangs sink into your throat. A fuzzy feeling swallows your thoughts quickly as that strange suckling latches to your neck, but you still feel the tears stream down your cheeks. Sensations fill your head, your chest. Confusion and delight and fondness and happiness. Brief snatches of your time together saturate your conscious thoughts, bringing more of your own tears to your eyes.

Nothing lasts forever. Good things always end. The foreign words echo in your head. Not yours, not Tabaeus’s. Perhaps something they were told long ago, something that resonates in this very moment.

Further heat trails down your neck, but you know the tears aren’t your own. They are Tabaeus’s tears, staining your throat with further red streaks. Through the haze, a harder sob bubbles up from your chest. But your struggles have lessened, fallen slack. The world, your thoughts, your senses are dimming, turning dark.

In your quickly fading consciousness, you realize Tabaeus has let go of your hands. Their own grip at your shoulders, long spindly fingers trembling. Turning your face toward the hand on your right, away from Tabaeus’s feasting mouth, you find your sight blurring.

Before unconsciousness claims you, you press a gentle kiss to the back of their palm. Driven to somehow comfort the vampire, even at such a discordant juncture. Their fingers flex, claws digging into your skin as something akin to another sob bubbles up from their mouth.

That’s the last thing you hear as darkness pulls you under.

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Heartsteel Headcanons: (Long) Road Trip Edition!

[The band goes on a 9 hour long roadtrip! Where are they going? No idea.]

Kayn: He had wanted to be one of the people driving, but no one in the band would ever trust him driving after the Ice Cream truck in the music video scenario (The end of the video was out of convenience). He sits in the middle row of the van, bored and whiny. He plays on his phone and tries his best to ignore Rhaast and his wild suggestions. Throughout the first three hours of the ride, he is ignoring Ezreal and his annoying pranks. And then the next three hours include Kayn annoying Ezreal back, stealing his snacks, kicking him in his seat, stealing his blanket, and playing his music a little too loud in his headphones just enough for Ezreal to hear. He passes out in the backseat in the last three hours and is rudely woken up by Yone, being the last one to leave the vehicle and enter the hotel. Kayn is thankful for Sett and K'Sante carrying everyone's luggage up to his room and he flops onto the bed, instantly falling asleep.

K'Sante: He is taking turns with Sett and Yone. He drives for the last three hours and gets the quietest part of the ride. Everyone else is asleep except for Phel, and he has him as at the front passenger seat. Since everyone was asleep by dinner time, he pulled up to a restaurant and ordered take out, knowing everyone's favorite food already. K'Sante offers to carry everyone's stuff inside the hotel, to their individual rooms, and he does that with the help of Sett. The gym bros just love lugging around lots of heavy things, so it was no problem for them. Once he's done, he eats his dinner (he reheats it in the microwave in the hotel room) and then makes sure Kayn is tucked in (they share a room) before he goes to his own bed and falls asleep.

Sett: He is taking turns with Yone and K'Sante. He drives for the second three hours and he gets the most entertaining part of the car ride. He plays everyone's favorite songs, he at least gets Ezreal to sing with him and make Phel smile just a little. When he gets to sit in the back row with Phel, he tries cuddling against him but Phel preferred to be left alone, which Sett respects. He watched videos of influencers doing their workouts or watched sewing tutorials for cute hats on his phone. Sett isn't a car napper, so he stays awake until they arrive at the hotel. He offers to carry everyone's luggage along with K'Sante and then he falls asleep as soon as he gets to his shared hotel room with Phel.

Ezreal: He tries messing with Kayn to be annoying in the first few hours of the ride. He then regrets his decision when Kayn is deciding to be annoying in return. After Kayn starts falling asleep, Ez falls asleep as well until K'Sante gets them all dinner. He eats and then falls asleep again, only to wake up when they arrive at the hotel. He instantly goes up to his room and takes a shower before Yone could, because he knows he is the type to take long and annoying showers. Afterwards, he curls up into his bed and falls asleep.

Yone: He is taking turns driving with K'Sante and Sett. He drives for the first three hours and gets the liveliest part of the car ride. He had to keep yelling to the back of the mini-van to get Kayn and Ezreal to keep quiet or to get Phel to turn down his music. The next 6 hours are of him sleeping in the middle row of the van with a black blanket and a fox themed sleep mask. Once they get to the hotel, he immediately goes up to his shared room with Ezreal only to find Ez already in the shower (they wanted to keep Kayn and Ez seperate as to not wreak havoc). He decides to wait until the morning to shower and exhaustedly falls asleep in his bed. [Extra: he's the reason why the trip is 9 hours, it was originally supposed to be only 7. Yone may have read some of the directions wrong...]

Aphelios: He minds his own business the entire ride, refusing to take a nap because he knows if he falls asleep, Sett would draw on his face (to be fair, it'd be revenge from the music video bloopers). So he stayed awake the whole time, and was busy watching videos, making music on an app, or streaming music. The whole ride he looks only at his phone or out the window, admiring the view of towns passing by. When he gets to the hotel, he waits for Sett to come to their room. As Phel waits, he sets up his plushies that he brought with him so he could feel warm, safe, and comfortable. He falls asleep only after Sett returns to the room and falls asleep before him.

Alune: She's driving separately and probably far ahead of everyone else. She only makes 3 stops and gets to the hotel so much earlier than the boys that she has the time to use the indoor pool, gym, and shower before the boys arrived at the hotel.

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Blood Money: A Black Butler FanFic by Lolita-bat

Anime » Kuroshitsuji Rated: T, English, Adventure & Mystery, Sebastian M., Words: 9k+, Favs: 72, Follows: 70, Published: Feb 11, 2011 Updated: Aug 26, 2012

62Chapter 1

Hey everyone! This is my first fanfic, so I hope it's ok. It does have some russian words in it so try not to be too confused... ^^" There's a translation at the bottom of the chapter that you can look at for translations if you need it! ^^

Thanks for reading!

BlackButler: FanFic

CH 1

Once upon a time in a soon-to-be communist regime far far away there existed a little frosty castle in a little frosty place, in a little frosty town, in a rather large frosty country. In this castle lived a beautiful little girl, and she had everything a young countess could want. Her wardrobe was stunning, her servants attentive, her meals decadent, and her doting father loved her dearly. Yes, Serafima Alkaev lived a blessed life, that is, until one late winter night a week before her fourteenth birthday...

The reflection of a roaring fire flickered across the window pane in the library, the outline of a wintery world outside barely visible through the foggy glass. Serafima sipped her imported english tea and balanced a book on her knees. She had dismissed her servants hours ago and had the room to herself, the resulting silence was penetrated only by the crackling of the fire and the rustle of turning pages. A candle flickered on a wall sconce, illuminating the hand painted wallpaper.

In europe, this room wouldn't be strange at all, but in Russia it certainly was. From the plush carpet to the leather arm chair the little girl was curled in, everything in the room was reminiscent of an English parlor. This european intrusion on a traditional Russian palace was of course the work of Serafima, who got whatever she wished with a single pleading blink of her amber eyes. She had been in love with England ever since her first trip there when she was nine years old, and the evidence of her fancy was scattered about the palace in the form of fine wall paper, beautiful teapots, and soft carpets. The library was her crown jewel, a perfect English study.

A knock on the door pulled Serafima out of her book, and she looked up, calling softly out.

"Come in."

The door creaked open and Serafima's father trumped into the study, flopping exhaustedly into the armchair opposite of his daughter.

"Dobriy vecher." Serafima greeted, smiling sweetly at the worn out looking man.

"Hello milaya moya." He responded with a tired smile.

Serafima lifted her eyes from the book to look at her father, he seemed unsettled. He had bags under his eyes, and his dark hair, usually neatly combed, was in disarray. In addition to this he hadn't removed his long fir coat, although it was very warm next to the fire, and he was holding his left arm as if it was hurt.

"Nána, is something wrong?" She asked, standing up and placing her book on the coffee table before crawling into the other chair next to her father.

Serafima's father looked down at her, his face thrown in shadow as it turned away from the fire. It was hard to tell, but Sera thought she saw sorrow in his amber eyes.

"Nothing is wrong ." He soothed, stroking her amazing long, wavy hair, "It's just that business was... erm... difficult... today." He let out a sigh and wrapped an arm around the little girl.

Sera hugged her father back, feeling safe in his strong arms.

"Sera," He said softly, still stroking her hair, "I was thinking you should go to England again..."

Sera looked up at him in confusion, " Nána, It's the middle of winter... shouldn't I wait for warm weather to travel?"

"You don't want to go?" he asked, seeming almost as if he was pushing his suggestion on her.

"No... I just thought it was strange." she said, looking down and twirling a strand of hair around her finger.

"Good, so you'll go?" There was the tiniest hint of desperation under the calm surface of his voice.

"Uh... of course, Nána." Sera replied hesitantly, resting her head against her father's broad chest.

Her father leaned down and kissed her forehead, "Consider it an early birthday present. Now off to bed, you're leaving tomorrow, so you'll need a good night's sleep. priyatnyh snov." With this he wrapped his right arm around Sera's waist and stood up, lifting her with him and setting her gently on her bare feet.

"Priyatnyh snov, Nána." She said with a yawn.

He smiled at her, half of his face illuminated by the fire, the dim orange light matched the sadness on his face as he watched his daughter plod out of the room. As soon as the girl was gone Mr. Alkaev collapsed into a chair, clutching his arm to his chest. His heavy fur coat glistened in the dim light as it dropped with a soft thump onto the floor, revealing just how 'difficult' business that day had really been.

Hey there! If anyone's reading this *hopes fervently someone is* then yay! I finally got another chapter up! Woo! This wasn't a particularly fun chapter but it sure is intense! Hope you like it! Reviews are appreciated and readers are loved! ^^

CH 2

As you may have guessed, Serafima's father wasn't telling her the whole story. Alexei Alkaev cared deeply for his daughter, that much was true, but he had a terrible secret, and the consequences of his actions were catching up to him...

With a thump the heavy coat landed on the carpet, and Serafima's father winced, holding his arm close to his chest. He guessed it was broken, but there wasn't any way to tell for sure right now. The man sighed, leaning back in the chair and closing his tired eyes. His white shirt was stained red with his own blood, and was ripped in places. Alexei dropped his head into one hand, rubbing his disheveled hair. What was he going to do? If he was alone he could have handled something like this, but with Serafima involved... He choked back a sob at the thought, moving his hand over his mouth.

Another tear rolled down his cheek, and he wiped a hand down his face with a deep breath. He thought back to this afternoon in the city, when he'd been jumped by three men looking for money he didn't have...

Thud! A fist smashed into Alexei Alkaev's stomach, and he fell to his knees, coughing violently. Two big russians twisted Alexei's arms behind his back as another planted several heavy punches into his stomach. The man delivering the punches stopped for a moment and knelt down to look Serafima's father in the eyes.

"You've failed too many times to pay us, Alexei." The large man cracked his knuckles, looking away from the limp figure he had been bludgeoning moments ago. "No more chances, it's time for us to collect... This time the hard way."

Alexei raised his head, a trickle of blood running from the corner of his mouth as he panted out a response. "Take whatever you want. My estate, the horses, everything."

The big man stood up, pacing back and forth in front of Alexei. "Oh no, my friend. That won't be enough to save you." He stooped down and grabbed Alexei by the hair, pulling his head up so he could see his face. "There is no doubt we will be taking your estate, but in order to walk away with your life we will need one more thing."

"Anything... anything you want." Alexei wheezed through uneven breaths.

"Your beautiful daughter." The man said with a grin, letting go of the other man's hair and crossing his arms. "She would fetch a good price, enough to clear you... a pretty thing like her wouldn't even need to be sold in pieces. A smart man would sell her whole... and alive."

These words seemed to revive the beaten man. He lunged forward, struggling against his captors viciously. He managed to knock one in the face with an elbow, freeing his arm, then with his newly freed fist landed a punch to the other's nose. However, his victory was short-lived, and he was soon face down in the snow, his arm twisted behind his back. The man whose nose Alexei had broken held him down with a knee planted on his back, and with one hand secured Alexei's arm, the other hand was busy plugging up his own heavily bleeding nose. Alexei panted into the snow, tasting blood in his mouth from where his lip had split against the hard cobble stone.

"Ah, such a pity. The man loves his daughter." Alexei barely heard the cynical voice over the pounding in his ears. He felt the man holding him down twist his arm painfully, and he gritted his teeth to hold back an agonized cry. "Maybe we should give him a taste of what he's in for if he doesn't give up his lovely angel."

His arm was released from its hold and laid flat on the ground. The next thing Alexei was aware of was an agonizing pain shooting up the length of his arm and a loud snap that echoed in his pounding ears. He howled in pain and writhed against the hands holding him, scraping his stomach against the rocks and ice beneath him.

"Consider this a warning." Said the leader of the group, and Alexei felt the hands restraining him let go, "If we don't get what we want, next time will be worse."

The crunch of boots over snow grew fainter and fainter as the men walked away, leaving Alexei huddled and bleeding on the ground.

Serafima's father lay still, gathering up his energy, then finally got to his feet. He flinched slightly as he stood, groaning at the pain in his arm. One step at a time he walked out of the alleyway, and stepped into a carriage waiting for him by the curb. He ignored the shocked look of his driver, merely ordering him to take them home. As the carriage clattered towards the distant estate, Alexei closed his eyes and hoped he could find some way to save his daughter.

FIN

Thanks for reading! Hopefully I'll have more up soon, next chapter will be from Serafima's POV and hopefully (if I don't change my mind) Sebastian and the others will finally show up! ^^

Teeheehee! I changed my mind! ^ ^ So instead of Serfima this chapter, it will be *drumroll* Sebastian at Phantomhive! ^ ^

You're thrilled right? I certainly hope so! Anyway here it is. ^ ^

As always, early morning at Phantomhive Manor bustles with activity. The devoted Butler pulls on his uniform, the maid tentatively dusts a windowsill, the cook prepares breakfast, and the gardener enthusiastically trims dead leaves off the bare winter hedges. After all, the estate must be kept in top form for the Young Master. It is a day just like any other day…

Sebastian wheeled the breakfast cart into the Young Master's room, the delicate china tinkling on its tray. He pulled open the heavy curtains so shafts of sunlight filled the room. Dust motes hang in the air, probably loosened from the curtains. Sebastian would discuss this later with Mey-rin.

"Good morning Master Ciel." Sebastian greeted, securing the curtains back so they wouldn't fall back over the large windows. His sensible shoes tapped against the hardwood floor as he walked around to fasten the curtains on the other side of the windows.

"This morning's tea is Earl Gray, made with bergamot imported from China and flavored additionally with lemon and Seville orange." He explained as he walked briskly to Ciel's side, pouring the tea in one fluid motion and handing the cup and saucer to the Young Master. The delicate scent of the tea drifted through the air, leaving the room smelling faintly of citrus.

Ciel deftly took the tea and sipped it as Sebastian began helping him into his day-clothes. The butler efficiently changed the Young Master's attire as he continued to explain the breakfast he had prepared.

"The pastry is made with fresh strawberries as well as strawberry preserve and is topped with blanched almonds and confectioners sugar. Your china is from France and was made in 1730. It is painted in the rococo style with light-hearted pastel colors."

As Sebastian finished his explanation he tied the final bow on Ciel's shirt, and stepped back with a bow. His face was set into his pleased-to-serve grin, and it wouldn't change easily.

"What is on the schedule today?" Ciel asked in a level, almost bored, voice as he stood up and faced the windows.

"There are no meetings arranged for today Young Master."

"Very well, I'll be in my study." Ciel said, walking towards the door and pulling back his loose, ruffled sleeve in order to grab the silver doorknob. "Make me something sweet."

Sebastian bowed as the Young Master left the room. "As you wish."

'What a spoiled brat.' He thought to himself, striding gracefully out of the room behind Ciel. The obedient grin was still set perfectly on his face.

'~~~

It was later in the day now, and Phantomhive was still bustling. The day had started off seemingly warm, but the weather had quickly worsened, turning into what was now a full-blown blizzard. Fierce wind whistles against the glass windows, and snow lies a foot deep across the gardens and even the roads, as there is no one to clear them out in the country. Outside in the frigid air, Baldo, the cook, is busy chopping firewood, as no one else would volunteer for the harrowing job…

Swish, thunk! The hatchet whistled through the air and landed on the log, cleaving it easily in two. Baldo withdrew the hatchet and raised it for another swing. He shivered violently as a blast of snow assaulted him, and grumbled angrily to himself as he brought the hatchet down again.

"I'm not even allowed to blow up the stupid things." He complained through chattering teeth as he split another log down the middle. "That would have been much easier… but no… Sebastian says hatchets work better!" Again, he swung the diminutive axe and cleaved another log in two. Then for a moment he stopped, wiping his sweaty brow under the thick hat he was wearing. How could he be so hot and cold at the same time? It was ridiculous!

"He-help!"

Baldo stopped and listened, had that been the wind? Or was someone calling for help?

"Please! S-someone!"

Baldo squinted through the raging storm, and called out. "Is someone there?" There was no response from the mysterious voice, but close by he thought he heard something fall heavily in the snow.

The cook fought his way through the storm, snow and wind stinging his face like freezing bullets. He squinted through the thick barrier of white swirling all around him, but couldn't see his own feet, let alone a distressed person collapsed in the snow.

All at once, Baldo's foot caught on something soft, and he toppled over it into the snow. He wiped his running nose and streaming eyes, then turned around to find that he had tripped over the person calling for help… or he thought this was the same person…

She was tiny, and wrapped in fur from head to toe, her midnight black hair spilled from the fur hat covering her head. Her eyes were closed, her breathing shallow. Baldo got up to his knees and eased his hands under the little girl, lifting her out of the snow. He took a moment to wipe the hair out of her face to reveal red cheeks and nose, and blue lips. He tapped her little face gently.

"Erm… Lady? Are you awake? Can you hear me?" He asked, ignoring the freezing air stinging the inside of his nose as he breathed.

There was no change in the girl's face, not even a twitch. Baldo cursed under his breath, and clutched the girl to his chest as he stomped back through the blizzard towards the manor on numb toes.

The cook hammered desperately on the huge double doors that marked the front entrance of Phantomhive. The main entrance was a lot closer than the servant's door, so he'd had no choice but to go there, although Sebastian would probably rip his head off for it.

Indeed when the doors swung open, they revealed a livid butler, looking down his long nose at the cook.

"That is not firewood." Sebastian stated, crossing his arms, his expression mildly perturbed. He seemed unbothered by the snow and wind blowing his long bangs into disarray, and in fact didn't look at all cold.

"Get out of my way, can't you see she's hurt?" Baldo sputtered through his clenched teeth, stumbling into the entrance hall with his little bundle.

Sebastian sighed heavily as he easily swung the heavy doors closed against the wailing storm. "All I asked is for you to chop firewood, and you bring me a new guest instead."

Baldo ignored the butler's sardonic quip and lay the girl down on the marble floor, inspecting her. She must have been out in the storm a very long time, for the heavy fur coat she wore had been soaked through and was now frozen, in fact, it looked like all her clothes were stuck to her skin by ice.

"What did the girl do, jump in a pond?" Sebastian asked, scooping her up into his arms without a glance at Baldo. "Baldo, get Mey-rin to run a hot bath and prepare the young lady a bed and sleeping clothes, I have to cut these frozen rags off of her."

'As if I could trust anyone else around here to so much as hold a pair of scissors around a living person.'

Baldo nodded and ran towards the servant's quarters, leaving puddles of melted snow behind him. Sebastian sighed, knowing he was the one who mop the marble clean tonight. He then carried the girl to a bathroom, where Mey-rin would hopefully, but not likely, show up soon to give the girl a bath if she regained consciousness.

It was going to be a long night…

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~Lolita

Ch. 4

The next morning at Phantomhive Manor was filled with tension. Who was this girl? Where was she from? Would she EVER wake up? These were the burning questions filling the minds of the manor's residents, and they were shortly to be answered…

Serafima's eyes fluttered open to a blinding world of white. Was she dead? It was so warm and comfortable here, and everything a pearly white. She decided she must be dead and in heaven.

"Oh look! She's awake! She's awake!" a voice cried out. Serafima frowned as she heard muffled footsteps heading away from her. Angels didn't run… She opened her eyes further, glancing around her. When her eyes finally adjusted to the light, she saw that it wasn't clouds surrounding her, but a stunningly white downy comforter and heaps and heaps of equally snowy pillows.

Serafima tried to sit up, and managed to prop herself up on her elbows. She looked around the empty room, breathing in the smell of charcoal and linen. The walls were a dusty parchment yellow with a pattern of tiny fleur d' lis, and the furniture was among the most beautiful she had ever seen. A large fire roared opposite her huge four-poster bed, and a huge pair of windows adorned the wall on the left side of the bed. Through the frosted windows, between the heavy purple curtains, Serafima could glimpse the outside world. Everything there as well was blanketed in white.

"Good morning miss." Serafima jumped and turned to look at the speaker, clutching her sheets to her chest. Before her stood a butler, his black hair combed neatly, his smile serviceable, and his posture impeccable. He held a silver tea tray that clattered ever so slightly as he carried it to her bedside. He placed it neatly on the side of the bed, talking to her as he did so.

"You gave us quite a shock last night miss," The butler said with a jaunty grin that made Serafima want to smile back. "It's not every day you find little girls out in the snow. If you don't mind, may I ask your name?"

"Serafima Alkeav, sir. I-I'm from… urm… Poland?" This of course was a lie, and a bad one at that. Serafima simply couldn't tell the truth, her father had for some reason warned her to not tell anyone she was from Russia, 'No matter what!' He had said. Then he had kissed her forehead, helped her into the carriage, and waved to her until she could no longer see him standing by the gates of the estate.

"Oh really?" Said the butler, drawing Serafima out of her memory. "That's an odd name for a Polish girl." He eyed her suspiciously, but didn't question her further. Serafima let out her breath when the butler turned away, pouring her a cup of tea, and handing it graciously to her.

She took her tea and sipped it, crinkling her nose. Oh… Earl Gray, she absolutely could not stand Bergamot. She politely set the cup down and folded her hands in her lap, sitting up straight as she had been taught. A movement at the door caught her attention, and she caught a glimpse of two servants before they withdrew their heads abashedly. She arched her neck to see further around the frame, but to no avail, the servants had obviously fled.

"Excuse me madam, but I think you should lay back down. Even just a cat nap would do your health—"

Serafima gasped at the word 'cat', sitting bolt upright. "Oh goodness!" She exclaimed in her nearly perfect, though heavily accented, English, "Mushka! I've left my Mushka!"

"Your mouse?" The butler asked in confusion, narrowing his eyes.

"No, my cat!" Mushka wasn't the Russian word for mouse, exactly, but more of… an endearment. The real word was moosh (ooc: well it sounds like that anyway).

"You named your cat, mouse?" The butler asked, raising an eyebrow.

Serafima ignored his remark, and tried to climb out of the huge bed, being just careful enough as to not knock over the tea tray. "I have to go get her! She'll freeze to death! She'll—"

Serafima was out of the bed, and looking around for snow boots, or slippers, or anything really. The butler tutted in disapproval and picked the up small girl, lifting her with ease back into the bed.

"No, no young mistress, I can't allow that. But tell me, which direction did you come from?" His eyes gleamed with a sort of determination. "I will save your cat."

Sera blinked her large eyes. "Oh, well then. My carriage was attacked on the road parallel to this manor, a few miles away I think. It should still be there."

"Attacked, you say…" The butler stated, casting his eyes down in thought. Sera gulped, had she said too much?

A loud clatter interrupted them, and Serafima looked up to see a tall, scruffy-looking man with blonde hair enter the room. He had rolled in a breakfast cart, which was filled with… was it charcoal for the fire? He glared at the butler.

" Sebastian! I told you I would handle her breakfast!" The man yelled, gesturing to the cart.

Serafima looked at the butler, so his name was Sebastian… "Sorry, Bard…" Sebastian responded with a false smile "I felt she would want real food after her rough night."

Bard fumed, glaring angrily at Sebastian. The butler brushed off Bard's irritation, standing up and saying. "The young lady has left her cat, I am off now to rescue the creature."

Serafima looked up at him. "Please Mister Sebastian, please go now, she must be nearly frozen to death." Her huge amber eyes welled up. "Please, please save her."

Sebastian bowed, "I will do everything in my power, madam." Then he dashed from the room, Bard yelled at him to wait and ran after the butler. After the two were gone a couple of heads peeked around the door into the room.

"Oh, she's lovely, she is!" Came an excited voice from the other side of the door after the two heads had disappeared.

"I told you she was, didn't I Mey-rin?"

"Ooh yes, but it's so much more convincing in person!"

Sera sat up in her bed, wiping her eyes with the long sleeve of her white night gown. "Um, excuse me." She said in a very small voice, blushing faintly at addressing the two strangers.

There were sounds of a minor panic outside the door before two servants entered Sera's room, looking a bit ashamed.

"Sorry to listen in on you madam," The maid said, bowing deeply. The boy with her met Sera's eyes for a moment then looked down, blushing fiercely.

"No, i-it is fine." Sera said, looking down, "I just wondered… where am I?"

Sebastian ran easily through the snow, hardly sinking through the surface. Bard, on the other hand, struggled through the knee-deep drifts. Sebastian looked back, and said.

"Bard, go back, or stay right here. This will go faster if you just let me handle it."

Bard stopped, putting his hands on his knees. "Alright Sebastian… Just hurry will ya?"

Sebastian smiled devilishly and answered. "Of course."

In a flash the butler was on the edge of the trees. He jumped from branch to branch, disrupting snow that had gathered on the bare limbs. Consequently, the sound of snow crashing to the ground followed his dash through the forest. At last the road came into view through the leaves, and Sebastian landed lightly next to it, walking closer in order to see the wreckage of the carriage more clearly. The whole thing was tipped over, the wheels crushed by some terrible force. The wreck was covered in snow, except parts of it which looked like they had been burnt. The carriage door hung open, barely hanging on its hinges, and all the glass windows were broken. The shafts that held the horses were broken, the creatures had probably fled long ago. Sebastian could see no sign of a coachman.

Sebastian walked up to the door, and looked through. The inside of the compartment was ravaged, as if someone had torn through it looking for something. The butler made a mental note of this, and then crawled into the ruined space.

"Nyan, nyan, nyan…"

Tiny meows came from under the seat, and Sebastian looked under, certain this was where he would find the creature.

"Nyan, nyaaaaan."

Sure enough, under the seat lay a small basket. Sebastian ignored the moan of the broken carriage, he would get out of it in due time. He lifted the top of the basket, revealing a nest of blankets and little pillows. Nestled among the blankets was a tiny kitten, white and fluffy as the snow that lay a foot deep outside, around it's neck a pink ribbon was tied in a bow.

"Worry not, my lady in white." Sebastian reassured, stroking the little cat. "I'm here to save you."

Like it? I do ^^ But of course I do… haha! ; D Well, thanks as always for reading.

Mushka is by the way pronounced Moosh-kah not Mush-kah. Just so you know ^^

Love you all,

~Lolita

Ch. 5

Serafima sat in her bed, looking expectantly at the two servants across from her. They were both looking at each other, one attempting to speak just as the other began to do the same, and subsequently interrupting each other.

"oh… well—"

"you see—"

"Oh no, you go first MeyRin."

"I'm sorry Finny, I didn't mean—"

The sharp tap tap tapping of heeled boots sounded lightly from behind the door, and Sera looked around the stammering servants just in time to see the door open.

A young boy swept into the room. His hair was nearly black, but bordering more on blue or gray. His skin was pale as an egg shell, and a large bright blue eye stared attentively at her from a beautiful, round face. The boy's other eye was hidden by an eye patch.

'Just like a pirate.' Sera mused, falling into fantasies of dashing vagabonds scouring the seas for treasure. She'd never met a pirate before. She stared straight back at the boy unabashedly. He really was a beautiful child, just the smallest bit shorter than she was, but besides the eye patch, she decided he really looked nothing like a pirate. Maybe he was the Earl's son? He really did seem quite young, and was thin and small for his age, though not so much as to be called frail, for there was a lovely glint in his eye that spoke of unfathomable determination.

A hard thunk woke Sera from her meandering thoughts, and she blinked. The boy had come forward again, his cane rapping against the wooden floor. She gasped suddenly, only then remembering her manners. What would her educate tutor think of her? Then again she had never been too attentive during those lessons, she much preferred science courses to social niceties. She sat up straight in bed and bowed slightly.

"Ex-excuse me," She apologized, her dark tresses falling in front of her blushing face as she lowered her head. "I forgot myself, I am Serafima Alkeav. You must live here, are you by chance the son of the Master? I apologize for intruding upon your hospitality in such a manner. If there is any way in which I can repay you…?"

The boy's face did not change as she spoke, nor did his gaze falter. His face was a mask of apathy, his eye only betraying a hint of curiosity as he continued to scrutinize her. As she finished her introductions, he bowed slightly, taking her little hand in his own.

"Greetings Miss Alkeav, I am the Earl, Ciel Phantomhive, the head of this estate." He swept back his blue tail coat with a flourish and lightly kissed her hand. Sera blinked in bewilderment, this boy was the Earl? But no, it was not right to call him a child. The boy exuded confidence and maturity, he had obviously gone through many a hardship in his short life. She didn't dare consider him anything less than a mature member of society. But what a strange circumstance! This young earl fascinated her greatly, and she longed to ask him why he was the head of the household. But Serafima knew better than to ask something so personal, it was more than likely a sad tale, seeing as his father couldn't be present if he was the Earl.

"It is an honor to meet you Earl Phantomhive. Thank you for saving me from the storm, I am certain I would have died otherwise." She lowered her eyes to the white blankets. She was not ready to speak about the events that had occurred last night, and hoped the Earl would not ask about it. When she had collapsed in front of the huge house, she had been certain she would die. It had been a surprise for her to wake up this morning, safe and warm. She was truly indebted to this boy.

"You will have to thank Bardroy—our cook—for your rescue last night, miss Serafima." The boy said, his whole stature maintaining that aloof air, but his eyes telling of some kindness behind the formality. "He was the one who carried you out of the gale." He paused, releasing Sera's hand and looking over his shoulder at the two servants lingering quietly in the corner. "I shouldn't keep you any longer, I have business to attend to and you need to rest and recover your strength. If you need anything at all, ask MeyRin or Sebastian to attend to you."

Serafima sat up straight again, "Well, I seem to be in fine health, really I don't see a need to intrude upon you any longer than necessary. If I could only pay you for being so helpful." She reached down, patting the covers to see if her coin purse was hanging at its customary place at her hip. She blinked, she couldn't feel the purse… in fact she couldn't feel any of her normal clothing. She frowned, looking down and pressing her finger tips against her collarbone. The fabric there was not the thick fur and wool that she had been wearing last night, but a sumptuous velvet nightgown in a light seashell pink. She ran her fingers over the soft fabric, reminded of a stuffed rabbit she had carried with her as a child. Suddenly the reality of the situation hit her and a blush warmed her cheeks. Who had changed her clothing? She hastily dropped her hands back into her lap, her gaze held fast on the blankets, all thoughts about money banished.

"Don't worry about repaying me Miss Alkeav. It is not necessary." Sera looked up at the boy as he spoke, his chin was held high and his gaze was lowered upon her as if she was a child. She wasn't sure what to think of him, but she didn't like the idea of not repaying him somehow. She decided to drop the subject for now, she would repay him, even if he was not aware of it. Besides, the butler, Sebastian, had been gone for some time now… was her little Mushka safe?

"T-thank you Earl Phantomhive… I won't keep you any longer." Sera stuttered, coming to her senses once more. She lowered her head, unable to express her gratitude enough.

"Aah… Young Master, I see you have met our unexpected guest." A smooth voice came from the doorway, and Sera's head jerked upwards, her eyes widening. She recognized that voice, it was the butler. She scrutinized the lithe form from head to toe, looking for a blanket or a basket, or perhaps a little wriggling bump under the immaculate uniform. However, she saw no signs of her cat.

"Yes Sebastian, we've been talking together." Ciel drawled, gliding regally away from her bedside and towards the door. "I am going to deal with some business. You will help Miss Alkeav with anything she needs, then you will join me in my study." The boy looked back at the servant, his blue eye communicating something deeper than his words.

"Yes Master." Sebastian responded, placing a hand over his chest and dipping his head low enough that wispy strands of his crow feather hair fell over his pale face.

"Farewell, Miss Alkeav." Ciel said, stopping in the doorway to glance back at her. "I trust you will be joining me for dinner tonight?"

Sera lowered her head respectfully. "Only if you wish me to be there, Earl."

The shadow of a smile ghosted over the Earl's lips, then he turned and swept out of the room without another word.

As Ciel left, Sera fidgeted with her sheets, twisting and untwisting them in her little fists. Formalities taken care of, she could now focus on what was really worrying her. Her amber eyes carefully examined Sebastian, dissecting every detail. She saw a pin on his lapel distinguishing him as the head servant, a spot of snow on his left shoulder, which was slowly beginning to melt, and the smallest dusting of ash on the tip of his pointer finger. So he really had gone to investigate the wreckage from last night. She frowned slightly as she continued to scrutinize him. The hems of his trousers were dry, though the snow outside must have laid a foot deep, and his pale face was not flushed, though it was some distance to the wreck from what she remembered, and to return so quickly must have required a fast pace. Also, his uniform was spotless, with the acceptance of the tiny flaws she had noted earlier. Too perfect… Suddenly Sera's eyes stopped, and focused on the servant's sleeve; a single white hair stood out against the black fabric.

Sebastian had been talking to the other servants as Sera had inspected him, but now he turned to her, looking as if he knew what she was thinking. He bowed slightly, his hand over his heart.

"Miss Serafima…" He started, his eyes lowered and his expression pleasant.

"You've found her…" Sera said, beating the servant to the fact. She sat up in the bed, and swung her legs over the edge. She ignored the mildly surprised butler and the aghast servants as her feet touched the floor. Her legs wobbled, and her face flushed, the world spinning slightly. Sera blinked away the fatigue and dizziness impatiently, and stepped over to Sebastian, holding a hand to her forehead as if to remedy her weakness.

"I don't know… have I?" Sebastian replied, a smirk playing across his lips. Sera smiled back, delighted to find someone to 'play' with her.

"Yes, you have…" She affirmed, her amber eyes meeting his mahogany ones. "There is ash on your glove, snow on you shoulder, and a single white hair on your sleeve. You've certainly found her." Sera's smile faded, and she looked away from his dark eyes. Her penetrating gaze scoured the room, searching for more evidence.

"But where have you put her?" She asked, her tone becoming worried. "I don't see her… did you leave her somewhere?"

"Your powers of perception are admirable, young lady." Sebastian replied, his eyes holding a certain respect that hadn't been present before. He straightened to his full height, clasping his hands behind his back. "But are you sure I do not have her? Surely you didn't think I would abandon your lovely pet."

Again, he was testing her, it reminded her of a game she and her father would play. Some tasks were simple, like finding messages hidden in her favorite books using some of the codes he had taught her. Other times the games were harder, requiring her to use every bit of her mind. During these games her father sometimes didn't even tell her what she was looking for, but merely tapped a pen near a line of the book he was reading, or casually pointed out a sign while they were out shopping in the city. Sera loved this sort of mystery, and was thrilled that Sebastian was 'playing' with her.

"No, no, I don't think that at all. You wouldn't leave her, I think you like cats." Sera said with a frown, as she stepped gingerly around Sebastian, looking behind his back. The obvious answer was he had given Mushka to Bardroy, the cook. He had run after the butler and offered to help after all, but it seemed much too obvious.

Sebastian remained unmoving, watching Sera out of the corner of his eye. His smirk widened. "It has nothing to do with liking or disliking anything, Lady. It is my duty as a butler to fulfill the desires of our guests. What kind of butler would I be if I could not complete this simple task?"

Sera quieted, not knowing what to say to his statement. A dull throbbing distracted her thoughts, and she rubbed at her nose thoughtfully, as if the simple motion would banish the headache. She pushed the steady ache to the back of her mind, and asked, "Are you hiding her with the cook?"

"Going for the obvious answer are you?" Sebastian asked, turning to her and grinning.

"Sometimes the answer is right before your eyes." Sera retorted, meeting the butler's gaze steadily.

"You are right, young mistress, sometimes you need only look straight in front of you." The butler smirked in a way that irritated Sera, as if she was no more than a toy at his feet. She frowned at him in annoyance, setting her little hands on her hips. He wasn't playing the game properly… then again…

Sera's eyes widened, and she looked down abruptly towards the butler's arms. Sure enough, there was her cat, her white fur looking even brighter against the black waistcoat. She was curled up, sleeping, but as Sera stepped forward, her blue eyes opened, blinking slowly.

"Mushka!" She exclaimed, taking the kitten as Sebastian offered it to her. "I'm so glad you're safe." Mushka's sides rumbled with a purr as Serafima held the kitten to her cheek, enjoying the warm brush of fur against her skin. Mushka let out a contorted meow as she purred, and placed a soft, pink paw on Sera's nose.

"How, did you…?"

"Don't worry over such trivial things, young lady." Sebastian interrupted, bowing low, his face coming down to her level as he did so. "You really are in need of rest and recuperation." His eyes flicked upward to meet Sera's as he spoke, shocking her with their intensity, as if his statement was an order.

Sera blinked several times, and took a step away from the butler. "I don't want to rest." She muttered, and who was he to boss her around? She was obedient to only one person in the world, and that was her father. Not even her tutors could put a leash on her. Her quick mind and curiosity led her to wriggle out of the hum drum of lessons and outside to study the local flora and fauna, which had always fascinated her deeply. She had never failed to trick even the brightest of her governesses in order to do as she wished. Oh poor, dear Mrs. Harrington, the English governess never could keep track of her, Sera almost felt sorry for the way she'd treated the really very kind woman.

But that was obsolete now. All she could think was that she really didn't want to take orders from this Sebastian fellow. She held his gaze steadily as he spoke.

"Resting is important." He insisted, raising an eyebrow at her.

"But it's boring, I don't want to do it." Sera retaliated, her frown deepening.

"I understand, but that fact is irrelevant in these circumstances." Sebastian said, his eyes now narrowing. Sera could tell she was wearing his patience thin.

Mushka began to purr in Sera's arms, and she nuzzled her little white head under Sera's hand. She stared at the ball of fluff for a moment, letting her stubbornness drain away.

Her body really did feel weak… how bothersome. It seemed she actually would need to stay in bed, and she did suppose she felt just a little bit sick. Her system must have succumbed to influenza while weakened by the frigid air. She put a hand to her forehead… but it felt normal to her. Well, that was odd, she'd thought she had a fever.

"Miss Alkeav, I recommend you stay in bed, this is integral to your…" The butler started talking, but Sera ignored him, walking to the other side of the room. As she brushed past him he halted mid-sentence, watching her curiously.

There was a small vanity in the corner with a large round mirror placed on its surface. Sera stood before it, examining her face. Her dark curls were disheveled, and her face was very pale, save for her cheeks which were flaring a bright red. Dark circles hemmed her eyes, and her normally doll-like face was gaunt and tired looking. She again placed a hand on her forehead, still cradling her sleeping kitten in the crook of her other arm. She watched as her reflection copied her, and frowned again in confusion. Her forehead still felt normal. But maybe that was because her hand was also hot? She frowned further, watching the little line between her eyebrows deepen along with her frustration. Her father had always taken care of her when she was sick like this, and ignored her questions, telling her to hush and focus on recovering. It was the only time he would ever refuse to answer her. He had never once taught her how to tell when she herself was sick. Oh, this day was only getting more and more troublesome. She supposed she had no other choice than to ask Sebastian.

"Do I have a fever?" She asked, still frowning at herself in the mirror.

Sera watched Sebastian's reflection as he walked up behind her, "I believe you do have a fever, Miss Alkeav." He motioned to the maid, MeyRin, who scurried forward and produced one of the new oral thermometers which took temperatures by being stuck into the patient's mouth. Sera opened her mouth slightly and grimaced as the cold glass touched her tongue before she closed her lips around it. MeyRin put a hand on Sera's forehead.

"Oh, you're sick. You are, you are." MeyRin said, nodding solemnly as she pulled the thermometer from sera's mouth. "A fever of 37 degrees Celsius." ((which is 99 degrees Fahrenheit))

Sera turned around, deciding that the most logical thing to do really was to sleep, she felt rather horrid to be quite frank. The motion of turning made her head spin, and she stumbled to the side. She threw a hand out to steady herself, and knocked something off of the ornate desk next to her, sending it tinkling to the floor. Mushka also fell from her arms as she tottered, and landed with a soft thump on all four paws, letting out a concerned meow. With a shaking hand placed over her face, Sera squeezed her eyes shut, hoping to regain her composure.

"Are you alright miss?" asked a worried voice, and Sera felt her weak legs relieved of the weight of her body as she was gently lifted. Was it the butler… or the cook…? She forced her eyes open slightly, and saw a white cotton shirt. So it was the third servant… Finny, wasn't it? Her head throbbed again, and she shut her eyes again.

Sera was laid gently onto the downy blankets, and she curled onto her side, letting the warmth envelope her. A high meow came from below, and she heard a rustle as Mushka jumped up onto the bed, and felt little paws walking over her shoulders to curl up in the mess of hair splayed across her pillow. Mushka's warm breath tickled Sera's cheek as the kitten purred.

Sera closed her eyes, pretending, or perhaps hoping, to sleep.

"Is she a noble Mr. Sebastian?"

"I can't tell, but she's certainly not Dutch. She's hiding something."

"Why would she do that?"

Sera was drifting in and out, sleep threatening to engulf her.

"… Think that…"

"…perhaps only…"

"Could be an accident…"

The heat of the fever was overcoming her, her hearing becoming muddled.

"…have to wait…"

"…inconsequential..."

Sera could barely hear what they were saying, let alone understand what it meant.

"… talk to the young master…"

…Silence…

#black butler fanfiction

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why-this-kolaveri-machi · 5 years

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Fic: Come As You Are (1/11)

THIS IS FINALLY HERE OH MY GOD.

Summary: A series of codas/tags/missing scenes to every episode of the first season of TItans. In the first episode, our protagonists are moving towards each other, but first, they each navigate the existential nightmare that is their own mind.

Warnings: SPOILERS for the whole series, some swearing, lot of dense parenthetical nonsense and fancy formatting. Dick and Rachel marinate in their own anxiety. I’ve also taken the liberty to fill in some gaps that were left by canon.

this is meant to be a companion series to my episode recap series. i’m in the midst of my worst writer’s block ever--it took two whole months just to write this chapter; i’m still far from happy with it, but if i looked at it anymore i was going to scream--but i hope to finish both the recap series and this fic series before s2 airs this fall.

(s/o to @cautiousamber whose continued love for the show and for what it's doing delights me always)

Come As You Are

1.01

Strange things live inside Rachel’s head.

When she was little, people around her would come to her in her dreams in coloured silhouettes, glowing and wailing, ripped into pieces by monsters that lurked in the shadowy corners of her mind. As she grew, the figures grew more refined, more recognisable, but they never stopped screaming; when she heard words, it was only the monster that spoke.

I WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU, RACHEL

The years passed, and the dreams started to leak into the real world: she would see strange, fresh scars on Melissa’s arms while trembling in her arms after another DREAM; hazy, coloured halos followed people she knew and horrible things happened to people she hated; the monster would stare back at her in the mirror now, eyes inky black, leaking venom into her veins. TRUST ME, the monster would say, calm while everybody else screamed, and Rachel, well. After a point, she forgot to scream, too.

Then one night, she dreams of a little boy on the trapeze who watches his parents fall to their deaths, and the monster does something it has never done before: it laughs.

“Master Dick, I trust you received the package I sent you last week?”

Dick idly doodles a large ‘R’ on his notepad while wedging his phone between his shoulder and his ear. “I did, Alfred, it came in just this morning. Thanks. I, uh,” he makes the edges sharper, the ends like knife blades, “I should’ve called to let you know earlier.”

“Yes,” Alfred says crisply, “You should have.”

He twists the pad until it looks like the R is in motion, bounding across the page. Two tables over, Detective Oyode flings a casefile onto his desk in disgust. Across the room, Johnson is eyeing Dick with suspicious disdain. The air is heavy with the smell of stale coffee; there’s a lingering whiff of cigarette smoke from the balcony where Carter, Takashi and Mulligan take smoke breaks twice every hour, on the dot. The floor buzzes with steady chatter, the clicking of computer keys and ringing phones. Dick’s active cases tray is screamingly empty.

“I’ve been busy,” he says. “Settling in, and all that.”

“I see.” A pregnant pause. “And I suppose your new responsibilities as a police detective is the only reason you requested that I send over your modified batarangs?”

“Birdarangs,” Dick says, without thinking.

“Ah. Yes.” Alfred’s voice turns fond. “It’s been well over a decade since you came up with that convention, Master Dick; I must confess that it is good to hear it again. More than anything… it is reassuring to see that you haven’t decided to retire Robin altogether.”

A knot of anxiety tightens somewhere behind Dick’s sternum. This is about as secure a line as he can get without actually using the comms in his Robin suit, but it’s still jarring to hear someone just—just say it aloud like that. Especially after—

Dick’s grip on his pen tightens and he scores across the ‘R’ with such ferocity that the nib tears through the paper. Johnson’s put his coffee mug aside and is starting to walk in his direction and if Dick tenses any more he’s sure he’s going to do something he’ll regret. “Sorry, Alfred,” he says. “Something’s come up; I gotta go.”

“Very well, Master Dick. I hope that you will continue to keep in touch.”

“Bye.” He slips the phone in his pocket, gets up, and tosses his ruined pad in the wastebin. He neatly sidesteps Johnson, swipes the abandoned casefile from Oyode’s desk, and hurries out of the precinct.

(it’s all right. you’re beautiful.)

Now that (she’s) put some distance between (her) and (her) attackers (hot metal projectiles where there should be nothing but fire, but she can’t—she can’t—), the molten panic that’s been fuelling (her) escape abates, just a little. (She) slows to a walk, pulling (her) coat close.

(it’s cold, but she’s known colder.)

The further (she) walks from the woods, the less desolate it is. There are more buildings here and more people, turning to look at (her) as (she) walks by them. Almost on instinct, (she) turns into a gas station and makes (her) way into the bathroom, coming to a stop in front of a grimy mirror. (She) is all edge and glorious skin, shining and sharp.

(beautiful. you will know it. and more importantly, they will too.)

(She) empties her purse to find documents and keys and a dozen little opaque clues as to (her) identity. (She) is Kory Anders, and the name is both everything and nothing at all. It is everything because it fits, slots into place effortlessly in her mind like she’s known it all along, but doesn’t trigger a cascade of memories, or anything other than flashes of light and bone-deep cold (and unimaginable pain).

No matter. She is Kory Anders, and this is as good a starting point as any. Besides, she is sure that the real her has a taste for adventure.

When the fight’s over, Dick changes into regular clothes a couple of dead-end alleyways over and limps back to his car, trying very hard not to think about Batmobiles, or Batcaves, or anything bat-related whatsoever. His shoulders ache with tension and his knuckles feel pulverised—he isn’t quite used to being the ones delivering all the punches yet. There’s blood and glass in his hair and the acrid stench of used smoke pellets lingers around him like a miasma; he’s stuffed his costume and weapons back in the case, but there are still red smears around the lock and—

—he’s not even entirely sure he’s managed to leave the site of the fight clean; or if he’s gotten all the security cams in the alley; it’s been so long since he’s done this and even longer since he’s done it alone—

(All right. Deep breath. Deep breath. Another one. And another one.)

Everything feels even more absurd when, later in the night, he’s stuck in downtown traffic, trying to breathe past bruised ribs and the bite of glass shards in his fingers. It wasn’t supposed to be like this; moving this far from Gotham was supposed to be the start of a clean break. He’d been slowly working up to visiting Wayne Manor one more time (one last time, but he can’t—he can’t bring himself to—) to return the Robin costume, trying to reconcile the memories of safety and comfort he had under Bruce and Alfred’s care with yawning isolation of that gigantic mansion, the stomach-dropping terror that he would be abandoned (again) if he failed (again), and the anger that never seemed to stop simmering regardless of how much he punched, how much he cried, how much he laughed.

Being Robin without Batman feels like something vital’s been cut out of him, but just being Dick Grayson isn’t enough for all the evil in the world.

Dick stumbles into his apartment building, trying very hard not to make carrying a giant silver briefcase in the dark seem suspicious. He enters his apartment—dangerously open to the world but devoid of shadows—and lets himself slump onto the sofa. He’s going to (clean his costume and equipment, scrub the security cam feeds, clean the car of bloodstains and evidence, destroy the copy of Oyode’s file that he’d made, type up a report for his personal log) but for now he closes his eyes and—breathes.

Just—

Just for a minute.

The city is drab and cold in ways Rachel is entirely unused to; for some reason, she thinks of old white bedsheets turned grey from use and wear and repeated washing over years and years. Melissa ripped one of them into rags the last time Rachel DID SOMETHING STUPID, knocked over a vase, cut her hand on the shattered pieces, and dripped blood all over the kitchen floor. Melissa’d spent an entire afternoon scrubbing at bloodstains, refusing to answer to Rachel’s tearful apologies. (The voice told her to break the next vase over Melissa’s head, which made Rachel want to vomit.)

Melissa had washed the blood out of those rags as thoroughly as she could, leaving them even more dirty-grey than they were. That’s what the city looks like: wrung of colour, washed and washed again into grey submission—

“We’re here,” the officer in the front seat of the car says, dropping Rachel abruptly out of her thoughts. She’s taken into the precinct and asked to sit inside a windowless room; it isn’t until the officer that’s trying to get her attention touches her shoulder and she flinches, light and sound and terror rushing in, that the numbness abates and the voice snarls KILL HIM!

can’twon’tdon’t—

The officer looks shocked for a moment before his expression softens and he backs away. “Somebody will come talk to you now, okay?” he says, and leaves. Rachel waits and picks at the fraying edges of her sleeves, wishing—not for the first time—that she’d brought her phone along. It’s not like she has anybody to call, really; she just wants something to do that’s not staring at the walls (of an interrogation room, this is an interrogation room) and trying not to think about how desperately alone she is right now.

A few minutes later, Detective Dick Grayson walks in and introduces himself. Rachel jolts at the sight of him; she can hardly hear what he’s saying over the chorus of holy shit! holy shit! that’s taken over her mind, because holy shit—this is the little boy on the trapeze. He glows blood-red, and every movement of his leaves behind smudges of light and colour and life in this otherwise cement-grey room.

She holds his hands, tells him, you’re the boy from the circus; he frowns, but doesn’t tell her she’s crazy, or stupid, or BADWRONGEVIL. Dick Grayson promises to help her, and for the first time since watching her mother fall to the floor with a bullet hole through her head, Rachel feels hope.

Kory Anders is on a plane to the United States.

Twelve hours ago, she didn’t know her name; now she not only has an identity, but a destination, a purpose (a mission). Everything from swiping cards to speaking a dozen different tongues to summoning fire to her fingertips to the clean, beautiful effortlessness of throwing an asshole across a hotel room has been… intuitive; she thinks as she does, moves as she feels, learns as she touches. She doesn’t know what she will find when she lands (knows without really knowing that where she is going is both impossibly vast and comically small) but she’s going to start with looking for the girl in the photo and see where that leads her.

(--to a bubble suspended in infinite nothingness, shackles around her wrists and feet—)

And if that means burning up a few more entitled assholes along the way, so be it.

#titans #my fic #dick grayson #rachel roth #koriand'r #alfred pennyworth #*flops around exhaustedly*

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mazuwii · 3 years

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Playfighting with their S/O

I re-wrote this because the last playfight chapter was shit.

And I'm busy wondering whether I should write a Levi fanfic, a dilf Jean fanfic or a knight Erwin fic... and lowkey I feel like I should quit my Reiner fic

Thank you for the support even though I don't write often! I do write oneshots so if you want a scenario with a character just comment it here- or anywhere lol

Warning! Sexually suggestive

Levi:

-finds it annoying at first, trying to fight back the urge to pounce on you and giggle with you like a shy school boy. After you resort to tickling his sides he gives up and spins around to grab your hands, tumbling on the bed and wrestling with you. He doesn't need any strength to keep you down, you're too busy laughing under him

While wrestling with you made him feel 20 years younger, he had work to complete, so with you held down, he leans down to peck your forehead and leave back to his desk.

Eren:

-Challenging him to a fight isn't the smartest idea, rather than a joke, he saw it as a challenge. Since Eren doesn't see you as a girlfriend/wife he sees you more as... an equal so he is never gentle with you under the assumption you are just as strong as he is.

Immediatily when you initiate the fight, he knocks into you and strangles you weakly but you manage to spring up and roll him onto his back, struggling to lock his palms over his head.

Somehow this excites him so much that he used all his strength. Now you're under him with teary eyes and a twisted arm.

"Holy fuck, I-I'm sorry! Are you okay?! Here let me help you lie down!"

Eren made it up to you by being your slave for the rest of the day, wincing anytime he heard you moan about the pain.

Bertholdt:

Bertholdt has the type of laugh that makes you so happy to hear, like it's not loud but it's hearty and you can tell he's having fun and that's exactly how he laughs when you wrestle him.

Being as tall as he is, he went easy on you, allowing himself to tumble around with you like two cubs until suddenly you pin him down, smirking above him.

He's probably turned on☠ submissive boi- AND HE DOESN'T EVEN TRY FIGHTING, HE ENCOURAGES IT BY SECRETLY USING HIS OWN STRENGTH TO THROW HIMSELF AROUND (to make you think you're stronger than him)

From that angle he's getting butterflies, if men had coochies, his would have a pulse anytime you did that😭😭

Reiner:

King of manhandling your S/O, it's so funny, he loves showing his strength off but he keeps having intrusive thoughts like 'holy fuck I could kill her right now if I go too hard.'

Here he is, hovering over you with one palm pinning both of yours above your head. (Size kink triggered?) Again, he's enjoying it, watching you wriggle and struggle to break free from him

While I did say he manhandles you, I forgot to mention he does it on a soft surface so that you don't get hurt. He's trying very hard to be gentle.

Scooping you up without warning and then effortlessly chucking you on the bed, throwing you into different positions everytime you break free, honestly he's just so fucking suggestive☠

-the only thing that hurts after a playfight with him is your ego.

Jean:

-Isn't bothered at times but when he's in the mood he can have a lot of fun play fighting with you. Like the amount of times you've both fallen in weird and absurd positions makes him laugh so hard, he even takes photos sometimes.

"I won't let you win." He says as your close to grabbing his shoulders and pushing him down. In the end, it'll either end in a tie or him exhaustedly flopping back on top of you with a tummy-aching giggle.

Armin:

He doesn't playfight, he just tackles you and tickles you when you say something to make him flustered

Erwin:

-He reminds me of an affectionate cat. It's amazing at how gentle he is even when he's trying to wrestle you, you can break free anytime but you can't? Does it make sense

With the soft way he's clasping onto your wrist, you'd think you can eadily yank it away but you can't, it's super confusing and makes you panic because now he's tickling you just so that you weaken completely.

Playfights with him never end up with a winner or loser, it ends up with you both kithing 😙😙😙

Zeke:

He seemed a bit down, just reading a book with his glasses hanging lowly on his nose. You pouted at both the lack of attention and how bored he seemed by the book. But then again, Zeke wasn't very expressive.

You gently drummed at his juicy thigh, waiting for a reaction but he only eyed you for a few seconds, as if warning you to stop. Despite his seriousness, you were taking it as a hint to continue, springing up to your knees and lowering his book and replacing it with your cute face.

"Oh no, the monster has lost entertainment, now she has come to me." He jokingly faked a scared expression, "Away, you freak." His finger pressed against your nose, pushing your face away.

"Zeke!" You whined, grabbing his book and chucking it on the floor. He looked at the book and back at you in astonishment, mouth gaping as if he couldn't believe you commited such an act. You had totally offended him.

"You're lucky I know what page I was on, you brat!" He tackled you on your back, "I do nothing but spoil you and this is how you repay me? Hm?"

However you could not respond, how could you when his fingers wriggled into your flesh, forcing a victorious giggle booming from your throat, hands fumbling to catch his own.

"Stop!" You said in between frantic breaths.

"Will you promise to behave yourself?"

"...no."

"THEN SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES!"

"AHHHHHH!"

It's always more playful than it is hurtful, as stupid as Zeke is, he has never hurt you during a play/fight.

Porco:

Man he's just trying to solve a math theory that his friends challenged him and Reiner to do and he does not- WILL NOT allow Reiner to get it before him. Infact, he went home straight after they gave him the theory, determined to beat the blonde man that -unbeknownst to him- did not care or even try.

Yet two hours into it, he still could not understand. When you walked in on him, his hair was disheveled, falling to his brows. He fisted a handful of his hair, too frustrated to notice you walk in the room.

"Pock?" You called. But he couldn't hear you, not through the stress. Having the thought of Reiner solving this before him messed with the wires in his brain. What's worse is that Reiner could figure this out any second he wanted to and Porco was nowhere near close!

Before his mind could feed more into his paranoia, he felt a pair of legs at each of his side. His gaze snapped up to meet yours, finding you straddling his lap. "You look like you got into a cat fight."

Your teasing did not help, the only useful thing it did is slightly distract him. "Not now squeak, I have a whole math equation to fucking solve." He huffed, voice so husky he sounded like a villain plotting another evil plan.

"Oh come on! This isn't about the competition between you and Reiner is it?"

His olive green eyes burnt into yours, silently admitting that it indeed was about that issue, without words.

You rolled your eyes. "Really? Reiner thought it was a fricking joke, he's all the way in the arcade with Gabi and her friends. Not studying like he's some sort of evil proffessor."

"You're patronising me babe. Quit it."

"I'm not. But I'm bored and hungry so can we go eat something?"

"You can eat without me"-

"No! Now get up!" He exhaled in frustration all over again as your climbed off his lap and pulled his collar, causing him to stumble after you into the kitchen.

"Stop." He grumbled, but it only encouraged you to turn around and snatch his collar with both palms. "Or what?"

"I swear you make me mad just for your entertainment." He looked down at you, failing to intimidate him due to the little smile lighting up your eyes. "Come on, what will you do if I don't stop? Hm?"

"You know what?" He said, making you excited. "I won't do anything because I know you're getting off from this." He walked past you and grabbed an apple, leaving you dumbfounded.

He decided to fuck the math equation and sit at the couch, not bothering to change the channels. You had left it on a penguin documentary and it was stuck in the explanation of how they mate, constant videos of them dogging each other.

Porco crinkled his nose in disgust and set the apple away, not having an apetite anymore.

"What's this?" By the time he turned to face you it was too late as you crawled on top of him. "Penguin porn? I didn't know you were that weird Pock."

With him leaning back underneath you he raised a brow. "I feel like you're horny."

"Whaaat? Me? That's crazy, nah I just want you to pay more attention to me instead of a penguin dogging a sledge of ice."

"I swear you're so annoying."

"But you love it. Besides, I hate seeing you frustrated all the time, can't you let loose once in a while?" You complained, sitting on his thighs and sighing, "I bet you think about Reiner more than you think of me."

He sprung up, frowning. "Of course not!"

"Show me then, you're always making that stupid 'thinking-of-reiner face where you look like you need to badly take a dump."

Hange:

-She bites.

-Not just your neck, she bites your shoulder, your arm.

you assume she's going insane since she has you pinned against the bed and whispering about how she'd never hurt you

-ಠ_ಠ

Pieck:

When the TV show ended, you stretched, your muscles aching after cuddling Pieck for an hour and a half. "Y/n?" She looked heartbroken that you'd let go of her. Her head was resting on your chest but now it had fallen on your lap.

"Aren't you tired of laying down Piecky? Come on lets do something active before we sleep."

Now she was offended. Something active? She'd much rather have a nap after staring at the bright TV screen for an entire hour. "Nooo." She held onto your arm before you could get up.

"Not this again, Pieck, I swear sometimes I think you're secretly a panda."

"I don't wanna get up- hey! Stay!" She forced you down, the blankie slipping off of her as she pinned you down. "Stop." You laughed at her, "I know what you're going to do, that won't work."

"That's what you always say~ but you never fight back on purpose."

"Okay... maybe I like it... but that doesn't mean I'll nap with you!"

"Mm." She leaned down to kiss your neck, feeling you twitch under her hold only encouraged her to suck. "Pieck." You barely supressed any noises, holding back the urge to tangle your fingers in her hair. She kissed the spot and grinned up at you playfully, "Look at you getting all shy for something so small, do I make you flustered?"

"I... quit teasing me."

"It won't be plain teasing if you stay." She chirped, somehow it made you agree to stay put, letting her go down on you.

Mikasa

-she doesn't have an interest in playfighting you unless it's gentle playful pushing.

-like she puts you into a loving choke hold and leaves kisses all over your face

-doesn't let go unless you kiss her back

Mike:

-Please he's having so much fun, you can hear him laughing from under you as you try twisting his arm behind his back and before you know it your legs are hanging off the wall and he's grinning at you

-Please he doesn't even try to scare you he just leans in to rub his nose against yours

Sasha:

-she's winning no matter the situation, she throws herself on you and you're both tumbling around in your room like two lion cubs

, Sasha plays dirty, she grabs at your pants and pinches your love handles, even bites just to make sure she's winning.

After you seperate your bodies from each other she gives your ass cheek a hard slap.

Annie:

-she doesn't play fight because there's a huge chance she may hurt you

-instead she watches as you try to take her down with a restrained grin, she eventually purses her lips and bursts out laughing at your dumb attempts

Kenny:

-He knows when enough is enough but you sure don't💀

-You're jumping on his back trying to headlock him but his neck won't budge and he's like "Hey kid stop with the crap before I show you a real fight." But in a playful tone.

-Because you're brave, you don't stop and it ends up with him flipping you over his back and almost against the floor, you

launched into his arms and his arms are squeezing your waist so that you're right against him and he whispers in your ear. "What did I tell ya?"

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