#I thought I saw all the parts of this but surely I must've missed this if I haven't posed this clip before

[skruttet]

this is so fucking funny omg

[mimicmimikyuwrites]

Jealousy - Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) x Fem!Sinner!Reader SMUT

Summary: Lucifer's jealousy emerges when your Ex from when you were alive enters the hotel in search of you. Lucifer makes sure to claim you as his.

Contents/Possible Warnings: P in V sex, dom!Lucifer, cream pie, Lucifer being possessive, marking, unprotected sex, degradation (it happens like once), SMUT, MDNI

A typical day in Hell was far from calm, so whenever a peaceful moment occurred, even a small one, you made sure to savor it, appreciating it for what it was. For example, you intended to let the wonderful moment you were currently in last for as long as you possibly could. You had been watching a movie in your room in the hotel, but by now your attention had turned away from the movie in question and onto Lucifer. The king of Hell had snuggled up closer to you than he already had been, his head resting on your shoulder as he watched the show.

The simple gesture made you melt, and you couldn't resist gently turning his face to look at you. Lucifer looked at you curiously, waiting for your next move. You placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, enjoying the smile it brought to his face.

"Hmm, that was nice, but I think you missed, love." He leaned in, closing the gap between you two, kissing you lovingly. You moved to deepen the kiss and— a knock came at the door. You parted from the kiss and looked towards your room door as Lucifer let out a disappointed sigh. "I'll make sure to give you as many kisses as you want later, alright?" You whispered to him, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before standing up and answering the door.

"(Y/N)!" Charlie exclaimed in excitement. "The hotel has a new guest! They said that they know you. You two must've been friends before! Come on, let's go see them!" Without warning, Charlie eagerly grabbed you by the hand, pulling you through the hallways of the hotel and towards the main lobby.

In the lobby, you saw them. The fucker you had hoped would never die purely so you would never have to see them again. Yet, here they were in all of their trashy, shit glory. "Hi." You said with a fake smile, trying to remain civil and hold back the resentment that had since been dormant.

"(Y/N)! Baby!" Your ex grinned, approaching you with wide, open arms. "I'm so glad I found you after all these years. It took some asking around, but we're together again!" They wrapped their arms around you, squeezing you tight enough that it felt like you might suffocate.

"Woah, haha! Hands off, please!" Lucifer appeared next to you, poking at your ex with his cane, annoyance seeping into his forced, polite tone. They finally released you, glaring at Lucifer as he stepped between the two of you.

"And just who the hell are you?" Your ex questioned, watching as Lucifer wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close to his side. "I feel like I should be asking you that question." Your boyfriend replied snidely, any attempt to be polite despite the situation now far gone.

"Alrighty!" Charlie said with a nervous laugh, wishing that she had gathered more information about her hotel's newest guest and their relationship with you before allowing them to see you. "Let's all just relax, and maybe (Y/N) can introduce the two of you to eachother."

You let out a sigh. You loved how sweet Charlie was taking in any sinner, you really did, but sometimes it did more harm than good, usually to no fault of her own. You motioned to your ex, "Lucifer, this is my ex." Then you motioned to your boyfriend, "This is Lucifer. King of Hell...And my boyfriend." The last part felt almost weird to say, the surrealness of dating the Hell's king and the man sometimes known as the devil himself finally setting in.

Your ex only laughed in response, earning an angry, growling-like noise from Lucifer. You grabbed his hand, squeezing it in an attempt to calm him down which only partially worked.

"There's no way this little guy is Hell's king! He's so fucking short. I really thought you had better standards in who you date, babe."

"Fuck you." You hissed, anger bubbling up inside of you as you felt yourself slipping into your more demonic form. "He's certainly better than you ever were." By now the other inhabitants of the hotel had gathered around, some more entertained than anything, while others, particularly Vaggie, were preparing for the brawl that was surely about to happen.

"Woah! Look at the time." Charlie intervened. "It's getting pretty late, why don't we all start heading to bed?" You responded only by turning around and heading towards your room, in desperate need of calming yourself down. Lucifer followed behind you, the walk to your room quiet with no words spoken.

You opened your door, nearly throwing it open in your still-present anger, before flopping down onto the bed with a loud, frustrated groan. You looked to the side, taking notice of the way Lucifer refused to look at you, his arms crossed.

"Honey?" No answer. "Love?" No answer, yet again. "Luci?" That did the trick. He always melted whenever you called him that.

"Your ex is fucking annoying."

You let out a small chuckle at his bluntness, a smile making its way onto your face. "They are, Luci. That's why they're my ex." You sat up, pulling him down onto the bed with you, kissing him, causing both of you to relax, some built-up tension leaving.

"You're all mine, aren't you?" He questioned, already knowing your answer. "Mine to love. Mine to claim." His mouth moved to your neck, sharp teeth grazing the skin, and you let out a soft moan as he began to nibble and kiss at the skin, his teeth leaving a mark you were sure he'd take pride in.

Your head fell to the side, giving him more access to your neck as you took his hat off, throwing it to the side, your fingers running through his hair as he continued to mark you.

"I'm going to ruin you for anyone else. You'll only ever want me." He whispered, lips returning to yours in a fervent kiss. Your lips remained locked together, only occasionally parting for a few seconds so you could help rid each other of the clothes that separated you from what you both craved.

He moved between your legs, the tip of his hardened cock teasing at your wet entrance. Usually, you two would've done more before the main act, but you two were more than ready to indulge in the other right now.

"Don't be a tease, Lucifer." You purred, spreading your legs wider. "Can't you feel how wet I am? How ready I am for you to fuck me senseless?"

He smirked before finally slipping in, biting his lip to prevent an almost embarrassingly loud moan that threatened to surface at the way you felt wrapped around him. He has been in heaven before, and he could say with confidence that being deep inside of you felt better than anything his former home could've offered him.

He began to thrust, his pace starting slow, still teasing you. He wanted you to beg, and you already knew it.

"Faster, harder, please, Lucifer—" You pleaded, giving in to what he wanted from you. "I know you want to pound me into this bed, Lucifer—Ah! Fuck!—" His pace sped up, and the sound of hips meeting yours in rapid succession filled the room. "Fuckfuckfuck–yes!"

"You always feel so fucking good." He growled, wings slipping out as he lost himself in the ecstasy that was your pussy. You ran your fingers through the red and white feathers, and he let out a pleasured whine at the feeling. His wings had always been sensitive.

"Fuck me—Let them all know I'm yours!" You cried out, losing yourself in the feeling of his cock fucking you with quick, deep strokes. You gripped the sheets in your hands, back arching as he angled himself just right, hitting your sweet spot head on.

"Mine. Mine to ruin, mine to fuck, and mine to fill up. All mine." His hands found yours, pinning them down against the bed as he began to fuck you even harder, his climax nearing. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer.

"I'm gonna cum–You're going to make me cum so hard–"

"Then fucking do it." He demanded with a growl. "Cum around my cock like the little slut you are for me." You came around him, cunt spasming as your orgasm coursed through you. Lucifer's wings fluttered as he followed you soon after, filling you up with his hot cum.

You pulled him down into a sweet kiss once your climax subsided, cupping his face in your hands. God, you loved him more than anything. The kiss ended after a good moment, leaving you both to bask in your shared, post-coital bliss.

"You lost a few feathers," You observed with a giggle, holding one up. He chuckled warmly, lying beside you. You rested your head on his chest, enjoying the peacefulness of the moment. You'd have to deal with your ex in the morning, but for now, you were both satisfied with knowing that you were entirely Lucifer's, and that's how you'd always want it to be.

[tuxebo]

when water meets wine. | (pjackson)

the blessing of hera includes violet eyes and slightly elongated hair, which is easy to miss. also sensing emotions and using feathers as weapons aren't really useful to any capacity, neither is a blessing in marriage for a thirteen year old, the real blessing of hera comes in the goddess's intentions.

now, i'm not saying hera is a good person, far from it, but it's never bad to be a powerful person's favorite. from putting leo in a fire as a baby to tampering with percy and jason's memories and making them switch places, what if she did a little more.

being a child of one of hera's friends was the easy part, receiving the blessing was not. various challenges since the day you were born, think leo but worse. your father has found you rolled up in a hallowed out cabbage of lettuce in his green house, as if you grew from the seed; bundled in a blanket stuffed with atropa belladonna, the plant made you (an infant) fly for days much to your father's dismay. might i note, he couldn't take care of the sores you got because you were in the air.

none of this was normal. all of this only had one possible culprit, your mother. their poor relationship only grew more strained, her visits were nothing more than a screaming match. of course, there was another woman there to comfort you, someone you never told your dad about. you ran to her like a sheep to its shepherd, not realizing you were running to the very root of your problems. she was the dirty water to your seed, no good but water no less. her hands ran down your hair with a gentle smile, eyes boring into you with intentions you could never quite place.

when you got to camp, she disappeared. it was so strange, you began to believe it was all something you made up in your head to deal with the nightmares, until zeus pisses hera off yet agan.

before your mother even claimed you, you were invited to stay in hera's cabin — by the goddess of marriage herself. in hindsight, she probably might have killed you if you took up that offer. in other words, you denied it but did get punished for it once more. a child of demeter who killed everything they touched, how fitting.

furthermore, to be tasked as one of percy's peer mentors? a mockery.

blessed by hera and punished by her as well, you saw the world through violet eyes.

coincidently, the only thing percy jackson could remember were violet eyes. he thought those might've been his eyes, though his reflection told him that wasn't the case. no one had violet eyes but you, hera made sure of that. she knew the son of poseidon would stop at nothing to find that exact shade, even if he had no clue who you were (at least right now.) if there was someone, however, she paid off the mist to change the color when percy saw them.

when hera placed him in camp jupiter, everywhere he searched for those eyes. he became praetor, wanting to get an eagle's eye view to hopefully spot them. the closest he got to finding you was when he ran into aphrodite, the goddess with violet eyes. there was no way the only person he could think of, though, definitely not after talking to her.

when he was at camp, you taught him many things. even if he couldn't remember, plants came easy to him, which ones to steer clear of and which ones would give him exactly what he needed. you, daughter of a forester who was a former biochemist, taught him all this and it came to percy very naturally.

you were one of the demigods sent to retrieve percy, from camp jupiter. your (peer) metorship with percy earned you a spot on the argo ii, also hera but whatever.

once you were standing before the long line of curious roman demigods, and percy jackson, a gush of water pushes you forward and interrupts any thought you might have had. you were pushed into the son of poseidon's arms, much to everyone's (except hera's) confusion.

there must've been a dryer way he could've done that, at least.

[defectivehero]

The villain squints at the silhouette at the edge of the rooftop, before ascertaining that it's indeed the hero, their enemy. They take a step closer, wincing as the gravel beneath their feet makes a slight noise. With any luck, the hero didn't hear that. They take another step, only for the hero to laugh. It's a dry laugh—one devoid of any genuine humor.

"You caught me," the hero announces, placing their hands on the railing in front of them. Their back is turned, as if they're hiding their face. "I hoped no one would see me." Their enemy admits.

"What are you doing?" The villain feels the need to ask. Typically, they'd be fighting by now. But the hero doesn't seem to be in the fighting mood.

Their enemy takes a moment to respond. "Hanging up the cape, so to speak," they eventually answer. The villain's heart drops to their stomach.

"You're retiring?" They choke out. The hero doesn't utter a word of confirmation, but the villain is able to sense their resolve nonetheless. "Not of your own volition, surely," the villain remarks, squinting at their enemy's shadow. They must've been bribed, blackmailed-

But the hero is silent. There is an utter lack of objection, argument, anything to dissuade the villain from the grim reality staring them straight in the face. "Really?" They hear themself ask. "You're quitting? Just like that?"

"What, going to miss me?" The hero asks. "We could work something out-" The villain can envision the smile on the hero's face—playful but manufactured, amusement failing to reach their eyes.

"No, you're missing the point," the villain interjects. They can't seem to organize their thoughts. There's a terrible foreboding itching at their skin. "What happened to your mission?"

"My... mission," the hero echoes hollowly. They rub a hand over their face. Their enemy looks horribly mortal in that moment, their shoulders hunched and their posture crumpled.

"Don't tell me you can't remember," the villain says, resisting the urge to grab the hero's jaw and force them to turn to look at them. "Right the injustices of the world. Give people a better life than I had. Any of that ringing a bell?"

The hero's nose wrinkles. They're still staring out at the horizon, a distant gleam to their eyes. "My dreams were just that: dreams. Too lofty and optimistic to ever become reality."

Anger bubbles in the villain's chest, white-hot and fast as lightning. "How do you know?" They demand. "You didn't even try-"

"Didn't even try?" The hero snaps, finally turning around to look them in the eyes. The villain immediately regrets wishing to see the hero's expression, as they stare at the uncharacteristic rage and defeat written all over their enemy's face. "I can excuse everything else you've just said to me. But I tried. I fucking tried—more than you can possibly imagine."

The villain is struck silent. The hero takes a step closer, slowly breaking the distance between them. "Do you know how long I spent pushing myself to the brink of exhaustion and injury, just for the idealistic hope of change?" The hero continues, fury glittering in their eyes, "Do you have any idea how tiring it is to work every day of your fucking life for a system that doesn't give two shits about you?"

"I think we both know that I do," the villain finally chokes out, once their tongue no longer feels glued to the roof of their mouth. The hero's eyebrows furrow.

"No," they say with a shake of their head. Their enemy clenches their fists at their sides. The villain suddenly feels nervous, for reasons they can't quite explain. "You don't understand. You gave up." Dread prickles along the villain's skin as they comprehend what the hero just said. Perhaps the worst part of their accusation is that it's entirely true.

"Where you saw an insurmountable obstacle, I saw an opportunity," the hero continues, "I fucking tried. You didn't. You were content to drown in your hatred, to let your own selfishness override the fact that, out there, thousands of people are still experiencing exactly what we went through."

"So don't you ever say that to me," the hero hisses, pointing at the villain's chest. Their touch is light as a feather, yet the villain feels as if their enemy's finger is tearing through their flesh and bone. "Because I gave everything I had to this job. And the agency chewed me up and spit me right the fuck back out."

The hero's eyes are glassy, the villain realizes. Tears are falling down their enemy's face and they watch as the hero furiously wipes at their face with the back of their sleeve. They're beginning to realize why the hero hid their face at first—they were hiding the tear stains running down their cheeks.

The villain is at a loss for words. Truly, there is nothing they can say that will change the reality of the situation—nothing that will fix the horrible injustices and cruelties that lay the foundation for the very system the hero operated in for so long.

"So, yes, I'm quitting," the hero says, their voice raspy and cracked. A part of the villain's stone heart breaks at the devastated tone of their enemy's voice. "I'm done and, if I'm lucky, you will never see me again." Something akin to fear strikes at the villain's chest.

"I'll still find you," the villain maintains, their stomach turning as they try to imagine a world without the hero, a life without an enemy.

"And what will you do?" The hero hums. Their voice sounds empty; there is no sign of the unending determination that first drew the villain to them. "I won't fight you." They state.

"You don't need to," the villain tries.

But the hero simply shakes their head. "Goodbye," their enemy says instead, their visage fading as they disappear into the shadows. The villain stares at the space the hero had just occupied, wondering how it all could have fallen apart so quickly.

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[riizecore]

sungchan x fem! reader

friends to lovers au; fluff ♡

— you are about to have the best saturday ever. it was unexpected, and it was beautiful.

saturday afternoons are spent at a cafe nearby, so when you kissed your mom goodbye while she was busy tending to the flowers, she didn't have to ask where you're off to. "why is your boyfriend not picking you up today?" her words caused you to roll your eyes. "very funny, mom." she was referring to sungchan, your childhood friend. she knew you had a crush on him ever since the day she "accidentally" saw your diary open with doodled hearts decorating jung sungchan's name. you made her promise to stay quiet about it, but she's not doing a very good job at it.

"why? you haven't confessed to him yet? you guys are obviously pining for each other since everyone knows how long-" her teasing elicited a death glare from you. she put her hands in the air as if surrendering in response. "okay, promise, i won't talk about it." despite her words, you perfectly knew she would still tease you so you hummed the most sarcastic "uhuh." in return.

"gotta go, i'll be back in a few." you bid goodbye while closing the gate, giving a her a flying kiss despite all the teasing you just received. "you look breathtaking, dear. he'll make a fool of himself if he doesn't notice that." you smiled at your mom, thankful for her words of encouragement. you shrugged the silly thought that almost made you nervous as you made your way to the cafe. meeting sungchan has always been natural for you- but there's just something about today that you can't point out, and you're unsure of what it is. "maybe it was mom's teasing, idk." you thought. you examined yourself as you walk. "do i really look good today or is she only saying that because i'm her daughter?" you asked yourself, not ignoring the fact that you hoped the person you'll be meeting would think the same way.

a few minutes passed and you arrived at the cafe, you weren't suprised to see him sitting at your usual spot near the window. your usual strawberry latte and slice of cinnamon bun already sitting on top of the table across his iced americano and chocolate cake. your insides swelled with warmth at how much he knows about you- surely, it must've been because you have been friends for a long time, but you can't help but still be swayed with the thought and gesture. he's always been like this, so you can't help but wonder why does everything feel so new today. you held onto your bag tighter as you inched closer to sungchan- the girls are shamelessly staring at him and you wouldn't blame them, he looked absolutely handsome in his cream sweater, his brown hair parted evenly, and his lovely eyes are pinned on you- you'll never get tired of adoring his brown specs- you could get lost in them and you won't mind. "missed you all week. you were too busy to meet me." he says with a hint of accusation, cutting you off from your trance and you can't help but think how he looked cute when he pouts. "sorry. you know our debate competition is up so soon, but hey, i'm here now." you reassured him. "i'm busy with soccer practice but i still have time for you though?" he raised an eyebrow, earning a giggle a from you. "clingy." he narrows his eyes at you but doesn't deny your words.

an hour passed by and it's just you and sungchan talking about life. he doesn't let go of the topic that you two are on the same university, both with busy schedules and he reasons out that he pestered you to meet him because he doesn't want to eat lunch with anyone else on a particular wednesday when he almost failed his math test and how he detests that he didn't get to see you the entire week and you just laughed at him for missing you a little too much, in which he continuously tried to deny. "you should get yourself a girlfriend so you'll stop missing me too much." you said.

sungchan suddenly became silent, he averted your gaze. you noticed he looked hesitant and a hint of sadness colored his eyes and you swear, you never want to see him like that. you knew he had something on his mind. "why? what's wrong? sorry, did i say something wrong?" you can't help but feel nervous beacuse of his sudden silence, you gently laced his hands with yours to help ease him up.

while staring at him, you were trying your best not to look too in love or he would notice- it scares you to think that your feelings might show and sungchan only thought of you as a friend. the thought alone made you gloomy, but his next words are unexpected. "i saw you with a guy last wednesday" he started. "i want to approach you but you seem happy talking to him. you never told me about him." he continued, still looking away from you.

you let out a sigh of relief, almost happy that it wasn't about anything more concerning or gravely serious. you weren't sure what to think of, but you almost heard a bit of jealousy and worry with the way he spoke. your brows knotted in confusion, trying to think about who you were with "sunghoon? he's a classmate from history, we were waiting for our groupmates that time when you saw us." sungchan felt relieved, almost as if a huge weight on his chest has been lifted. he tried to summon his old self back like nothing happened. "i was just suprised to see you with an unknown guy! imagine if auntie saw you with him and asks me then i didn't know anything, right?" he convinced himself it was the perfect excuse. he can't believe how dumb it sounded but he also didn't know how to deal with his feelings when he, too, was afraid that you might notice his true feelings and you didn't feel the same. it would break him beyond repair.

"ah, that's it." you try to hide your sadness but the disappointment in your tone was obvious, your hands reached to finish the remaining pastry you had.

sungchan caught a glimpse of hurt in your eyes. he has always been a straightforward kind of guy- but when it comes to you, the words doesn't come out easily. he thought that maybe, you'd know how he felt, but seeing your reaction made him realize that he should've told you about his feelings sooner. since it's out in the open, it's now or never. sungchan gathered all the courage he could muster, determined to tell you that he isn't contented by being your bestfriend anymore, he wants more. he wants you to get the message.

"the truth is, i was jealous." you looked at him, not believing what you just heard. "i couldn't bear seeing another guy making you smile, i want to be the only one to make you smile like that." your heart is now pumping at an abnormal rate. "i want to see you and hear your voice everyday." you can't believe that this is happening right now. "i don't want to be just your friend, y/n." he continued. "i like you- no, i'm in love with you." he confessed. his words sending you to cloud nine, your fingers now laced tighter as he looks at you with gentleness and concern, waiting for your reply.

"i'm in love with you, y/n." he repeated so you would know that he's serious, after all, sungchan never toyed with anyone's emotions, he always makes sure that he expresses and says what he only means, especially when it comes to you. this was the push you've been asking the universe for and there's no turning back. why prolong the agony when you've accepted that sungchan is already the one for you ever since? you opened your lips to say the words he longed to hear. "i'm in love with you too, sungchan." you looked away, embarassed. he's watching you intently, pupils almost turning into a heart if that's even anatomically possible.

he stood up to grab your things and he doesn't let go of your intertwined hands. "let's go, we're telling our parents we're now dating."

as if the universe planned everything, sungchan's parents are at your home, helping your parents set the table for dinner. hand in hand with sungchan, you introduced him to your parents as not your best friend- but your boyfriend and he introduced you to his family as his girlfriend. both of your moms looked proud but sungchan's dad shot your dad a knowing look.

"i told you they'll start dating in college. just about the right time." mr. jung said and your dad groaned before handing him 50 bucks.

it was the best saturday ever.

note: hi, everyone! i'm still trying to explore the works here in tumblr and i hope you like my first work. i wrote sungchan's first bc he's my biaswrecker back when he was a neo (he almost stole me from mark lee istg). i'll be writing for riize and nct, (and svt, too!) my ults. expect more to come. wishing you an amazing day. :)

[romanoffsbish]

Love is a Learning Curve

Past! Kate Bishop x GN!R

Yelena Belova x GN!R

Love is a Dagger (P1)

The long awaited P2 I was never going to give, but people wanted closure to the angst I guess 😂 | WC: 3,638

Kate woke up with a start, her body flopped back into the mattress regretfully, her arm covered her eyes to lessen the throbbing ache in her head. The blinds being open the root of the issue as the sun permeated into her already sensitive eyes. Drinking the night away was once an easy feat for the archer, but the closer she gets to the middle of her twenties the more she'd noticed it's losing its flair for fun.

——

Stumbling ungraciously out of bed she made her way to the bathroom and made herself a bit more human by taking a shower and getting dressed for work. Then she made her way downstairs to find nothing to eat, it threw her off because normally you'd have filled her up a thermos, and made her something to go, but she only shrugs, and rushes out the door to make sure she now had time to stop for a bite.

It wasn't all that strange an occurrence, on the rare occasion you did miss the opportunity to prepare her for her day, so she thought nothing of it, you were likely running late, and she assumed that had something to do with her partying last night so she didn't mind at all.

Her day flew by without any messages from you either, but she never checked them much anyway so she didn't notice. It wasn't until her phone rang on her way out of the office that she knew something must've been up.

"Hello?" she answered with slight hesitation, unsure on as to why the blonde was exactly calling her. "Kate Bishop, it's Yelena."

"Hey, yeah what can I do for you Yelena?"

"Are you coming to pick up Lucky?"

Kate's brows furrowed, because yes, technically Friday was her day to collect the dog from Belova's Doggy Daycare, but usually you just willingly picked up her slack. "Where's Y/N?"

The question was more so a thought she was having that ended up directed at Yelena, who simply cleared her throat, a sure sign that she knew something was up, but didn't wish to say.

"Yelena..." she was more desperate this time, and the blonde sighed, "Told me they were not going to be able to pick him up today, but I saw some suitcases and boxes in their car Kate."

"Oh."

"Yeah, they said today was your day to get him, but I guess it must've just slipped your mind," Yelena said with a nervous chuckle to follow, it was clear as day to the blonde that you just left your mutual friend without so much as a word shared, and though a part of her is rooting for you for finally putting yourself first for once, the other feels bad for the raven haired girl who's likely biting back tears at the news.

"Here, how about I take him home with me tonight. It's been awhile since him and Fanny had a playdate anyways."

"Thanks Lena, I'll get him in the morning."

That night Kate ordered in, and nursed a bottle of red wine until the buzz lulled her to sleep. When she awoke the following morning to find you'd yet to return her rose colored glasses fell.

Her strained eyes began to study the living room, and as she took it in she found any piece of you she once had was gone. All that had remained was a cherished framed photo of you, her and Lucky at Fanny's first birthday party.

Kate was racking her brain for a reason, anything she could come up with besides the glaring truth that she just didn't want to face. For the last year she'd been taking your love for granted, and it's true what they say: you don't know what you have until it's gone, and now she's just meant to live on like you don't exist.

The note you hid in your dresser drawer said just that when she stumbled up to your room.

"Dear Kit-Kat,

I'm sorry I couldn't face you, but it's best for us that I left without a trace. There's nothing left for us, you don't love me anymore, and I have held on to delusion for as long as I am willing.

If I had approached you I know you'd have tried to tell me I was wrong, that you did still love me, because your heart is too soft, and I would've clung to that hope until it failed me.

Love is a perilous thing really; I don't regret our journey, but I do regret staying this long. It's about time I set off to find what's out there for a loner like me, and for that reason I have disconnected my phone and gone off the grid.

I'll love you forever Kit-Kat, and I hope you are able to find someone who makes you happy, and who'll share their last slice with Lucky."

Kate's tears soaked through the crumpled paper, messy lines of blue ink began to run, distorting the message of half truths. Reading it hurt her tremendously, seeing that she'd made you believe she'd been stringing you along out of obligation, and not out of love was hard to read. It wasn't true, right? She loved you with all of her heart, but yet she took your presence for granted, and now she's all alone.

You actually left her (Just like she'd left you).

—

The archer had been neglecting her work for months as she scoured all over the city for you. Nothing was available to help her. You were apparently an expert at disappearing, because there wasn't a single trace of you anywhere.

It was pathetic really, she ran the most well known security and surveillance company around and yet she couldn't track you down.

With time, Kate realized that you were right.

The love she had for you faded until it was nothing more than words you say to protect the others feelings, but it also hadn't completely died. Kate was desperate to find you, to atone for all that she'd done to you by using you as her personal assistant instead of her lover.

Even if she lost touch with you, she knew that what she did likely distorted your view on love. The girl couldn't live with herself if she just left you to think that love is only a hopeless cause.

When things were young, and fresh it was like magic, and she wanted you to remember that. To look passed her betrayal, and the feelings of inadequacy she left behind in the hollowed heart that hardly beat in your chest anymore.

She needed you to know that her love for you might’ve devolved into the platonic, as is the case when people grow, but it’s still there In enough of a capacity that she won’t give up.

Kate was a mess, and in a way you were too.

You thought that getting a cottage out in the beautiful countryside of Norway was the way to go. Far away from the life you once lived, and the perfect place to enjoy your solitude. Then the loneliness set in against your will, and so you'd set off to find a furry companion.

At the shelter you saw a young pup that'd taken a liking to the elderly cat. He'd yap in her ear, and she'd purr in response, it was clear her ears were not functioning well anymore. You decided two for the price of one was great.

Simon showered you with love and affection whenever you entered the home, even if you'd only stepped out to get the mail. Then Posey, when she felt like jumping, would meet you in bed to cuddle and purr against your chest.

It worked, but only as a mask for the problem at hand really. Your foolish heart longed for a love like you'd once known. One full of passion and joy over the loveless mess it had become.

Still, you persisted and lived as if nothing was wrong. That was until Yelena had found you, and damn near broke your door off it's hinges.

"Y/N Y/L/N!" She shouted loud enough that you'd left the security of your room, blanket around your shoulders as you'd just woken up at her unexpected, rather rude interruption.

"How did you find me?" You groaned, and she ignored your question, opting to scour through your cabinets until she found some glasses. “Better yet, how did you even get inside?”

Yelena barked a laugh, insinuating that your question was ridiculous. Then she briskly swung her arm around and handed you a glass that was far too full of booze for a morning sip.

"It's nice to see you too, now drink the vodka, we have lots to discuss my dear old friend."

Yelena told you all about Kate's demise, and it broke your heart into pieces thinking she was actually this torn up about your departure. Then you remembered she relied on you to change her clothes some nights and the ache from being used had returned even stronger.

"If that's all, I think you should be going."

“Y/N, she wants you to come home.”

“This is my home Yelena, the only one I’ve ever known. Feel free to tell her that when you go back and offer her my location. Now go.”

You were being harsh with her, you knew that and most of you regretted it, but you also felt like you were being backed into a corner. As if Kate’s problems were always going to be yours.

“I understand leaving her, you deserved better, we all told you that.” Yelena pondered aloud, her voice uncharacteristically small. “But leaving all together? That was hard to stomach, I lost both of my closest friends in the blink. You off grid, and Kate to her grief. When is it enough passed on pain for you to forgive her?”

You went to lash out, to try and get her to see it from your end, but then you saw her hand shake as she gulped down the rest of her bitter vice without ever looking up. Not that she needed to, you could hear the sniffle she failed to cover up with the scuffing of her boots.

“I didn’t think I would be missed,” you softly admitted, your ties to Yelena, and the rest were through the connection of Kate. Never a part, only ever an extension of the friend group.

Or at least that’s what you had always thought.

“I felt your absence immediately,” she voiced though her voice quivered. “Your visit at the kennel every day was what made me smile.”

“I-.”

“There was no more happiness with you gone.”

The way she spoke made your heart warm with an affection you felt was foreign for her. There had never been any indication that she wanted you, or that you meant that much to her before.

“Yelena, what are you doing?” You stumbled back into the wall when you saw her rise to her feet faster than necessary. Her body out of her control, and under the influence of alcohol led her to stumble until she caged your body in.

“I wanted you first.” You were shocked to see the honesty in her eyes, booze goggles or not she was being sincere and you felt an urge to kiss her lips as they pouted familiarly. It was a common expression of hers whenever you’d have to go, you always thought it was for Lucky since she loved the retriever so much, but a part of you always wondered if it meant more.

But you had Kate… Even now, you had her to consider. “Lena, w-we can’t,” you stuttered as her cold hand held your face. “I understand.”

Before she could pull away with her wrong assumptions you wrapped your arms around her waist and buried your face into the crook of her neck. Yelena would never deny you comfort, not even when you just shattered her heart, so she hugged you back rather tightly.

“You’re going to be okay Y/N,” she whispered in her thick Russian accent, and your hammering heart felt like it was about to burst at the offered tenderness. “I’m here for you.”

You pulled away and cupped her cheeks with a teary smile, eyes shining with appreciation. Your lips pressed to her cheeks, and she looked at you utterly confused when your eyes met.

“I was saying, we can’t do this… yet.” Yelena’s eyes went wide and you kept your smile. “I can’t let you kiss me when I’m still trying to forgive Kate, it wouldn’t be fair to any of us.” Yelena’s heart beamed, the notion that all you felt for Kate now was a tainted love in need of a life altering cleansing made her hopeful.

“So you’ll come home?” You shook your head and wore a broken smile, fear encasing your heart as you realized you couldn’t do that. “I’ve built a life here Lena, I have space for you, but I can’t return to the stagnation of the states.”

“No, I know that,” Yelena refuted. “I just mean to make the amends with Kate Bishop, and to collect my things and Fanny who’s at Kate’s.”

“Does she know you’re here?” She shook her head. “No, but I think she knows deep down.”

“What about the kennel?” Yelena shrugged, and smiled wide. “I’ve got nothing in the states worth living for if you’re not by my side.”

“Then I will agree to a half day in New York.”

Yelena squealed and you cupped your ears while glaring in her direction playfully.

“I’ll be back for you in the morning then Y/N! We have Tony’s private jet, and Happy’s at the hotel I’m going to be staying at tonight.”

“You’ll do no such thing, I have a guest room. I’ll just have to clean it of the cat hair since I don’t usually have other humans over.”

“You sound like you’re an alien,” she laughed, then began to head to the door to collect her bag, and that’s when it dawned on you. “How’d you find me?” Yelena stood in the doorway with a knowing smirk on her face, and tossed her thumb backwards to the people outside.

“I guess we’re sharing a bed then,” you mused while waving back to the grinning redheads. Of course, she involved the FBI’s hottest couple.

—

The following morning came with butterflies fluttering beneath the pads of fingertips that lightly pressed into the skin that your crumpled up night shirt had left exposed. Yelena’s body was pressed into yours so tight you were sure there’d be a layer of sweat amongst the fabric.

“Good morning pretty one,” Yelena rasped, her voice thick with sleep, and Russian inflections. The butterflies must’ve began a rave because you could hardly focus on anything but the way that her simple words made your stomach flip. “Goor morning darling, are you hungry?”

“I’ll make breakfast,” she announced, body scrambling for the door, but fortunately for the sake of your cottage Wanda was there with a teasing smile and greasy spatula. “No need Miss. burns houses down while making eggs.”

“It was one time!” Natasha snorted from a far away room, “Yeah, one time too many! Mama was so mad about it that she moved back to Russia the second you turned eighteen.”

Yelena turned back towards you and ran into your open arms. You could feel her pout against your skin, and for a second you were imagining her firmly kissing the skin instead.

“They are so mean. I am happy to leave.”

“We’ll visit them,” you answered the silent question, as sarcastic as she was, you knew that her sisterly love for Natasha was unbreakable. The same could be said in reverse, those two have been inseparable since you first met them.

“Okay, thank you.” You ran a hand up and down her back for a few seconds, then the sound of your rumbling tummy brought you both to the dining area where the food was still piping hot. “You two could move in as well.”

Natasha threw you a glance that said she’d do it in a heartbeat, but Wanda was less inclined seeing as their kids, and Pietro were in the city.

“We’ll visit, I promise,” was all she offered, then silence followed as you all got ready to go, and made your way to the airport. Once on the jet you chose to lean against the blonde, and take a nap to silence the screams of your mind.

At the airport you hugged the couple goodbye, and let Natasha threaten you as any good big sister would when you were taking her little sister across borders after one day of being sort of involved. The redhead knew that she could trust you, it’s not like you were strangers, but she was also the one who once held a crying Yelena when you fled the country, and once prior when Kate asked you to be hers first.

Once the lot of you parted ways Yelena drove you over to Kate’s. You told her to go get her stuff, and though she was hesitant she knew you had to do this part all on your own.

You knocked on the familiar door, it was a hair too light as your fist had stalled mid thrust. It still managed to gather the woman’s attention though because it swung open before you could even begin to knock again. Kate’s body crashed into yours, and you reflexively caught her and held her as she cried loudly into your chest.

Without a moment’s hesitation you brought your conjoined bodies back over her threshold and guided her onto her couch. Kate wanted to hold on, but you left no room for her to try. A moment of comfort was all you could spare, and she knew it was selfish to expect more.

It was silent, Kate stared at you as you sat in the recliner you’d had to swipe debris from.

“I’m sorry.” You pursed your lips, humming a low tune as you absorbed her empty words.

“For who?” Kate flinched at your response, it’d been ages since she last heard your voice, and the chill it carried now was heartbreaking.

“You,” her lower lip trembled, and your anger softened a smidge at her obvious remorse.

“If I’d realized what I was doing, I wouldn’t have ever let it get so far that you felt like you had to run away from your entire life.”

“I didn’t run away from my life, I happily left yours Kate. Nothing about tending to your every whim was a life I ever dreamed up. Did you ever consider that the only thing I was running away from was you? That life with you had become so difficult that I had no choice but to drop off the face of the Earth and retire?”

“You are making it seem like I ordered you around,” she bit back, a bit offended by the animosity you’re throwing. “You willing fell into a role that never should’ve been. You were my partner, I know what I did was fucked up, but I would never have hurt you on purpose. Let’s not forget that you never said anything. Just left me a note one day and vanished.”

Silence fell as you were faced with the other side of the truth. You stayed and lived with the hurt of being forgotten, but in another turn you never fought to be seen either. Literally, there was never even a discussion, you just handled business separately, and cared for her wholly.

A relationship without communication is nothing more than two bodies out of sync.

“You’re right,” your tense shoulders deflated, and tears that fell from your eyes were wiped away by a gruff tongue trying to comfort you. “Hey Lucky boy, how have you been?”

“He misses you.”

You pet him for a very long time, trying your best to calm your nerves before you were to face her again in the less tumultuous light.

“I still love you Y/N, no longer romantically, but there’s still so much of me that loves you.”

Her words of a love never lost were actually comforting, hitting a nerve that very well would’ve been catastrophic just a day prior.

“I’ll love you forever Kit,” you gazed into her eyes, and smiled warmly, “You taught me so much, and when it was good there was no questioning that love had a purpose in life. I hope you find someone worth remembering.”

With your peace found you stood up, and, and pulled her into a strong embrace. The two of you swayed for a few seconds, then you pulled away and headed for the door.

“I’ll never forget you Y/N, I’m sorry I ever did.”

Kate watched as you picked up a green leash, and her mind caught up fast. “I hope you two are happy together. Invite me to the wedding please, I wouldn’t want to miss such a joy.”

You smiled to yourself while hooking the leash to Fanny, and left the apartment with a final lighthearted comment. “I’ll try not to forget.”

Kate smiled too, and fell back onto her couch.

There’s no one right way to love someone else, but you both knew that near the end of things you only loved the other in shades of wrong. As you drove back to the airport, your hand in another’s you realized that giving up was never the answer, but at the time it was necessary.

Love is a twisted game, sometimes you lose, sometimes you win, but no matter what, either outcome came with a journey of life lessons.

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[thewriterghost]

Lovely!!!! Would you write something about Bucky x reader/ friend who moved to another state for work? They used to be really close and talk a lot but as things go with life and distance they drifted a part a bit? But maybe from time to time she’ll think she’ll see him from behind or a side profile walking home at night and think of him and send him a “thinking of you / we should catch up! text not realizing that from time to time that who she saw was Bucky. He will check in on her and see how she’s doing in her new life

Hello!! I'm so sorry, this is so late 😭 between school and internship I hardly got any time to write. In fact, I wrote this at work lol, hopefully you like it! Let me know what you think!

Summary: You moved away from the compound because of school. It's been a lonely few months now. That's definitely the reason you think you're seeing Bucky from the corner of your eye every time you look around, right?

An autumn breeze catches you off guard, right when you are leaving your school building for the day. It was warmer during the day, you think as you walk to your bus stop. It's a lonely time of day, an orange glow of sunlight illuminates the empty bus stop.

As you make it a point to crash every red or yellow leaf you see on your way without being too obvious, out of the corner of your eye you catch a glimpse of a familiar metallic glow. That same feeling you always get around him, the butterflies and the hippos come back to your stomach, making your heart beat a million times a moment. Your eyes snap towards it, but it disappears all too fast for you to spot, leaving you with disappointment and longing.

You miss him. You try not to, but it's not easy not talking to him everyday like you did before, not being able to hang out on 3 am when both of you are too stubborn to go to sleep, or not being able to just exist at the same place at the same time with various animals in your stomach (figuratively).

You grab your phone from your pocket and click on his name on your messaging app. You hand hovers over the text box for a while, until you decide to just write to him. It's not like you haven't been talking since you left, it's more like you didn't want to talk all too much because of how much you'd want to just drop everything and go to him. Still, you think, enough is enough.

"Hey, you busy?"

You wait for a moment, anxiously nibbling on your lower lip. It doesn't take him more than 60 seconds to write back.

"Nope. You?"

You write back, biting down a smile.

"Nope. Just got out of school, going home."

You can almost hear his grumble-ish answers through your phone. A message pops up.

"Isn't it late? I thought you got off at 4."

You must've told him your schedule, but your mind doesn't come up with a memory to support it. You shrug it off and type.

"Yeah, I had to make a presentation and I was the last one of the class so the professor just agreed to do it now rather than next week."

"Does that mean you're free next week?"

You can't help but smile brightly. Looks like you're not the only one missing the other.

"Does that mean you miss me?"

You can almost see his scoff. You giggle to yourself.

"Does that mean we can meet?" He answers. You jump at the opportunity almost too fast.

"Yeah, sure. When are you free?"

"Whenever you're free."

"You don't have a mission or anything?"

"I'll bail." His answer makes you laugh out loud, maybe the first sincere laugh since you've been here.

"If it's not going to be a trouble for you."

"It won't. When should I pick you up?"

You check your schedule on your mind. You would be free tomorrow afternoon.

"Tomorrow afternoon? 2-ish maybe?"

"Sounds good."

You contemplate on whether to write it or not, but then think why not and type.

"I missed you, you know." And you put the phone on your pocket, face starting to burn up.

Your phone buzz, and you get the phone out faster than light.

"I missed you too." Your eyes glance over the letters more than once, each time smiling even more, until you find yourself giggling to yourself at 6 pm on an empty bus stop.

"I'll see you tomorrow." Another text appears on your screen, leaving you happier that you've ever been since the last few months.

Next day goes too slow for your taste. You keep finding yourself shaking your knee up and down with anticipation.

You are out of the door when the clock hits 2 pm. As you arrive at the school gates you realize you haven't told him where to come. You pull out your phone to type, but stop at your tracks when you hear it.

"Hey."

Sitting on a black motorcycle, blue eyes and black jacket catches you off guard. A smile creeps on to your lips.

"Hey." You return the sentence as you find your feet and move towards him. He has a gentle smile as well, uncharacteristically for him as people would say, but not for you. You've seen him like this before. When you were up all night and baked not one, not two, but three batches of cookies together, you've seen that same smile everytime your eyes have met. Or that one time when it was raining too hard and you were too sick to go to mission, and he stayed to look after you, cuddling you since he can't get sick because of serum.

He takes your helmet from the back and after looking at you with that sweet smile of his for a moment, he puts it on for you, clipping it with delicate movements.

"Hop on." He instructs and you obey, hugging him from behind with a pair of red cheeks which thankfully can't be seen thanks to your helmet.

As he takes off, you don't bother to ask where to. After a brief 10-15 minutes, he stops in front of a small cafe near a park.

"Were you around here yesterday?" You ask, recalling the silver glimmer you saw yesterday evening.

"I was on a mission." He shrugs.

"Huh." You mumble. Seeing his puzzled look, you add. "I thought I saw you yesterday, after school. Right before I texted you, in fact."

"You must've missed me a lot." He smirks, opening the door to the cafe for you. Always a gentleman.

"Must've." You return the smile as you walk in.

As you both get your coffees and pastries, you decide to ignore the fact that he probably was here yesterday. In fact, he probably was around since you moved here. Watching out for you, worrying about you, missing you.

"What are you smiling about?" You come back to real life when he gently nudges your shoulder with his.

"Oh, nothing." You shake your head. "I was just thinking, we should meet more often. It's been too long."

"Yeah, agreed." He replies with a smile of his own. You don't realize the look in his eyes, confirming your theory.

[anuncalledbridge]

Leap of faith

Summary: you didn't expect you'd be pulled into a verse where there is no Avenger, no Peter, and no Ned.

Pairing: Miles Morales x (half filo) Stark!reader

Warning: knife, cursing, cursing in tagalog, violence, mention of death.

Previous part

It has been two days since you've been pulled by that strange portal. By some mysterious matter, Gwen and you somehow got into visions academy, an academy which you heard are only for the rich and intelligent kids. Vision Academy wasn't hard and it wasn't easy either but you could manage same goes for Gwen, she was rather exceptional herself.

When night falls you always find yourself feeling alone, sure Gwen was there but she is either sleeping or completely ignoring you. You miss home, you missed your dad, that's the only thing you and Gwen had in common, missing home.

You grabbed your suit deciding to sneak out, you looked at Gwen "wanna go for a swing?" You asked, she was burying her nose in a book "No, I feel tired" she lazily replied.

"Suit yourself, pinkie" You jump from your two-story building and shot a web on a building. You were too deep in your thoughts as you swing. Yesterday you went to visit Manhattan and found absolutely nothing. Manhattan looked so empty without the avenger tower.

There was a spider person like you in this verse but to your surprise, it was a guy, there was no explanation as to how any of this happened but since you got here you made it upon yourself to make some sort of device to get yourself home but it was quite complicated than you thought. The multiverse was somehow in shambles, you hoped that Dr. Strange finds a way to fix this while you were trying to go home.

You sat on a tower watching the city lights; you sat there for a while, thinking of something, anything other than this madness.

You got bored eventually and just decided to look around, your line of sight traveled to each civilian until it landed on a lady being mugged by someone.

"Okay! Need to get these pent-up feelings out!" You stretched your limp arms then you started to shoot your web to the next building.

"Woo! " You shouted, dodging a huge truck as you made your way to the crime "Help-- help me please!" The lady sounded so defeated her broken sobs were heard a mile away making you pick up your pace.

"Ain't it a bit rude, interrupting her well-deserved walk?" You spoke out of nowhere, making the culprit look up from his current position "Who are you!?" He shouted, quite terrified seeing a new sight other than their local hero.

"That's what they always say" You jump from a small building then you started to walk over to him "Never, 'oh! How are you amazing spider-woman?' you know what I mean? No?" You taunted.

"Stay where you are! Or else this bitch dies" he gruffly grabbed the woman's arm as he pointed the knife at her neck.

You gasp "Calling a woman 'bitch'? How would your mother feel if he saw you right now? Pushing you out of her vajayjay must've been a huge disappointment" You clicked your tongue in feigned disappointment.

"Oh well! There's nothing we could do about that" You shrugged. You swiftly shoot your web at the girl, successfully pulling her to you as she yelps at the process.

The culprit backed away dropping his knife and sprinting for his dear like "Hey! Where are your manners!" You shouted.

You were about to go after him but then a silhouette suddenly appeared in front of him catching him off guard, before he knew it he was already stuck on a wall, webs all over his body.

You saw Spiderman right there in front of you, he was talking to the culprit about something then his sight averted to you.

"Saw your little stunt, who are you?" He asked as he inch his way towards you "Ha? no no English." You tried to salvage this situation with your god-awful accent only to receive a laugh "No need to hide, heard you talking about pushing someone out of there-- you know how it goes" he winced.

The lady from earlier had already left after thanking you, so it was just the both of you plus the culprit who was on the wall "Who are you?" He asked again "tangina, papatayin ako ni Gwen nito" (fuck, Gwen is gonna kill me) you muttered. It didn't bother you much but Gwen, Oh dear.

Peter didn't understand a thing you just said, the only thing he caught was the name 'Gwen' "Whose Gwen?" He asked

"No one! It's nice doing business with you Mr. Daddy long legs!" Before you got time to swing your ass to Gwen he said something and you froze.

"I'm Peter, Peter Parker." The deafening silence made Peter uncomfortable a bit. In your verse Peter wasn't the Spiderman, instead, he had lived a pretty normal nerdy life and was your best friend who was obsessed with the star wars lore and Legos.

This Peter was much older than you, you can tell. Peter took off his mask and it completely left your mouth hanging open. Instead of luscious dark brown curly hair, he was blonde, and as you guess he was much much older than you.

"Is this what old age does to you!? Turn you blonde?!" You gestured your hands around him in exaggeration "Time has not been good to you, babes" Peter was offended for all he knows, he was perfect.

"She can talk.." he muttered. "No this isn't fair" he shook his head with a furrowed brow. "I don't know your name and your Identity" he sighs, looking at you expectedly "Oh! Right. Wait a minute, barbie"

"I'm pretty gorgeous so be warned" It feels like you were revealing yourself in a Roblox group chat with a bunch of kids that you and your Peter tried to prank. you pushed the nanotechnology spider logo on your suit and there reveals your face.

"Im--"

"Y/n!"

You didn't expect this...Peter, not your Peter, engulfed you in a tight hug, making you stumble back "O-okay.." you awkwardly said not knowing where to put your hands.

For what felt like minutes he started to sob "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" his breath was ragged if mistaken he'd have a panic attack "Dude, hey...what happened?" You finally asked.

Peter pulled away from you, as he wiped off his tears "I thought you...d-died" he had a hard time looking at you, guilt pooled in his eyes "whaaatt?" You dragged your word, still not processing his statement.

He chuckled softly but the pain is evidently still there "You're mistaken, Peter. I'm not from here, I just happen to stumble here"

"What?" He asked finally discarding his previous feeling "I was pulled by something close to a black hole, which terrified the hell out of me by the way" Peter paced around, still not meeting your gaze, afraid that if he did, he might cry again.

"Kingpin.." he muttered, he was thinking for a while then he finally looked up at you "Wait, how come you're here early? He didn't activate the machine yet" his voice was painted with confusion and a tinge bit of solemnity.

"Beats me, but that is a horrible name" You made a face of disgust while Peter smiled fondly, seemingly remembering something that includes you "You're still the same y/n, well except for the part where you spoke in a different language" that made you smile, although you have no idea what you're getting yourself into or who this exact copy of you is.

"Wanna grab a coffee or something?" You asked, as you ready yourself to swing "at this hour? Sure, why not" he put on his mask and with a last nod he took off swinging, you following behind him.

----

"You married Mj?!" You gaped at him, shaking his head as he took a bite of his burger "Yeah I did, she helped me a lot since... you know" he looked down at the city, he was trying to say something but he was having a hard getting it out; finally he let out a long sigh then he looked at you. "Y-you were too young when you died, Y/n. I couldn't forgive myself"

"Hey, it's not your fault. Even if it's not me I know she won't blame you either." You rub comfort on his back, you don't know a single thing about comforting.

Peter's usual demeanor came back after a few words of horrible comforting and encouragement, and you think he finally has the closure he deserves.

You told him everything about the verse you live in, from the Avengers to your Peter and your father.

"Wait, so this Captain America guy, is always on your 'ass' because you're being too unnecessarily loud?" He questioned "Yes! Good thing I can curse in my own language so he's got nothing on my ass... although he found out one day, didn't hear the end of it. My dad was a snitch" you muttered the last part.

Peter laughed "Your suit is awesome by the way," He asked "I made it!" You smugly said. Peter let out a huff in amusement. "You? You made it?" He said as if he didn't believe your statement but he knew full well that you were capable of making something like that.

You scoffed "Of course I did, I mean how couldn't I?" Peter rolled his eyes at you, he then averted his gaze back to the city. Hanging out with Peter made you miss your Peter more; Sure they were different in so many ways but they somehow share the same traits.

"I've got to go Peter" You sat up from your position, as Peter did the same following your action "See you around?" He asked, "Of course!" You outstretched your hand for a fistbump and he gladly reciprocated.

You both went your separate ways, as you continued to swing back to your dorm. The whole way there you were thinking about how you're gonna tell Gwen this but that didn't really register when you arrived back at your dorm.

Will you're not inside your dorm, more like outside banging the hell out of the window "Gwen! Open this window right now!" You shouted but not too loud, careful to not wake up your dorm neighbor "Hoy Gwen! Anak nang- open this right now Gwen!" (Hey Gwen! Son of a-- open this right now Gwen) You groaned.

Gwen wasn't asleep, you can clearly see the light from your shared bedroom. To no avail, you just decided to give up "tangina, mandaan moto Gwen!" (son of a bitch, mark this day Gwen!) You spoke lastly as you tried to find a window that can access the hall, you just hoped the security guard was asleep.

You found one "Take that Gwen!" You muttered. You already took off your mask and covered your suit with a jacket. You gently closed the window as carefully as you could to not cause some attention. You smiled to yourself "'Another night another slay and I served--" and you spoke too soon.

You felt someone crash into you but you didn't fall it just surprised you, but the person who bummed you did. Miles groaned as he tried to focus his vision, he swore a huge guy must've bummed into him but then he looked up.

"Oh"

"Are you okay, wait-- are you sneaking out?" You asked as you help him up "N-no" he stuttered. He regained his balance then he finally got a good look at you.

Your hair was disheveled and you got a bag forming under your eye but you still look good, at least that's what you think about yourself.

You hummed looking at him suspiciously "Right..." He looked anywhere, avoiding your observant eyes "I-- uh, I was trying to--" he rubbed his neck with his dominant hand while his other hand was gesturing around.

You laughed "Dude relax, I'm not gonna snitch on you-- unless you're trying to snitch on me" You feigned seriousness "No! I-I swear I will not!" He replied almost immediately.

"I'm just playing with you, but if you don't want to get caught, don't go this hall if you're trying to sneak out"

"Then why are you here?"

You pursed your lips and clicked your tongue "I- you-" Miles knitted his brow together, awaiting your reply. You let out a sigh.

"you know what? I think I'm gonna snitch on you" You narrowed your eyes at him. Miles laughed, his previous nervous demeanor decapitated and instead, he tried to cover it up with faux confidence.

"you can't do that now, can you? I'm Miles Morales." he smiled. He had that kind smile that can make you melt.

"You're new, right? I-- I'm actually new too" You noticed he was growing nervous. You nodded "I guess...I saw what your dad did earlier" you smirked, as he groaned in embarrassment.

"Please don't make me remember that," he said with an exaggerated sigh. The scene between Miles and his Dad brought a frown across your face, it awfully reminded you of your dad.

"Oh, I doubt that. That's gonna stick with you as long as I'm near" You started to walk as he followed after you.

"I never caught your name--"

"Probably because, I didn't throw it, Morales" you blatantly said. Miles rolled his eyes a growing smile made its way to his lips.

"I didn't mean it like that, and just call me by my first name, it's weird" You chuckled "Sure, Morales" Miles threw his head back laughing.

The pair of you blindly walked through the hall, forgetting about the curfew entirely "Aren't you going to sneak out?" You asked Miles.

Miles chuckled nervously "I was gonna, but I'm just too tired, you know?" Miles wanted to sneak out and talk to his uncle but he didn't want to miss this opportunity into making friends.

"Am I really that good to hang out with for you to miss your daily sneak-out sesh?" You smirked as you leaned in closer to him. Miles was tense he couldn't say a word, your breath was fanning onto him and he can basically smell your perfume.

Suddenly a whistle echoed at the end of the hall making both of you turn your head to the source "Isn't it a bit too early to shag your classmate!" The guard shouted. "you'll both face deep consequences about this!"

"Run." You whispered into his ears, and Miles swore he could feel goosebumps. Before he even got time to process his dilemma, you grabbed his arms without warning, and god you were strong.

"Isn't it a bit too early to listen to the exclusive spider man Christmas song?!" You shouted with a laugh. Miles who heard your statement snorted and let out a bark of laughter.

"I didn't know you had such great taste in music!" Miles counter back and laughed. He peeked from his shoulder to see the guard who was running after the both of you; the way the guard ran made Miles laugh even harder his stomach hurting.

You looked back seeing the same thing and just like Miles it had you crackling. To say the guard wasn't flustered was an understatement, that enough made him determined to catch you both. Both of your laughter was so loud some of the students came out of their dorms and that alone distracted the guard from chasing after the both of you.

It took you a while to find a safe place to finally get peace. Mile was out of breath, he was panting like a dog; with laughter mixed with a full lap run, who wouldn't?

"you look dehydrated," you said out of amusement.

"Really? I didn't think it was that obvious" he remarked between ragged breath.

You sat down, him sitting down next to you, he was still out of breath "Why are you so unaffected-- I mean like, you basically ran through the whole school" You side glance at him "Mama mo blue." (Your mom is blue) that was so out of pocket even for Miles. Honestly, you didn't feel like talking, you loved Mile's company but you were just too tired, everything was just so overwhelming.

"No she's not, bet yours is" That made you chuckle, Miles understanding parts of your Filipino jokes brought you smiling wider.

"My mom is dead." You laughed seeing Mile's color drained from his face "I'm so sorry--" he was genuinely trying to apologize but he burst out laughing making you laugh harder.

"I'm serious though-- I'm sorry" his laughter subsided, replacing it with a sympathetic look "No need, Miles. It was a long time ago" You smiled reassuringly at him.

Miles grinned, looking mischievously at you "What?" You asked "You called me by my first name" he wiggled his brows "Oh fuck off, dude" You punched his shoulder gently but he still made a sound.

You felt your phone buzz, averting your attention to your phone. Miles watched your smile turn into an annoyed frown as you saw the text on your phone.

"where are you?" you mocked in a high-toned voice. Miles let out a huff of amusement watching you "Now she's worried when she was the one who locked me out!" You complained.

"Roommate?" Miles asked feeling quite the same as you. You hummed.

"my roommate is always on his computer 24/7 sometimes I can hardly sleep at all," he said still looking your way. "Will, let's just say my roommate likes to play pranks with me" you muttered.

"Didn't it cross your mind that maybe she does that because...you always start it"

You scoffed "Strong accusation, but fair point-- and I need to go, she's spamming me" You stand up from your position as Miles frowned.

"You still didn't tell me your name," he said while standing up. You narrowed your eyes, surely you won't tell him your name but you thought of a cool nickname to piss Gwen off.

"Gwendolyn Garcia" you held back a laugh, pursing your lips to conceal it. "Will see you around, Gwendolyn" he enthusiastically said.

"Copy that" Hearing that made Miles groaned loudly and you throw your head back laughing. You both went your separate ways with the previous event still in mind. Miles for sure will cherish the night. You in the other hand still can't sleep.

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Tag list: @itstooearly-its3am

[houseforwhores]

indecision pt 3 | billy loomis x reader

a/n: yeah yeah it's been awhile life sucks not much to say about that, i'm trying here 🫡

wc:885

part 1 part 2

your p.o.v.

you were sitting in the edge of your bed, it was only four in the morning. you had another seven hours before you were supposed to go meet billy. your stomach was twisting in knots as you tried to calm your nerves. sleep has long evaded you. you weren't sure how all of this would work out. but it was too late for regrets now in your mind.

you heard your window being shimmied, you'd rushed over, your eyes nearly buldging out of your sockets as you saw who was in the other side of the glass. you unlocked your window and pushed it open wide so he could get in, he must've changed his clothes somewhere along the way. his new clothes free of corn-syrup and blood. you yanked him inside, he fell on top of you again, much like a few days ago, you cushioned his fall.

you rolled him off top of yourself, before you stuck your head out the window looking both ways before quickly shutting it and drawing the blinds together. you didn't see anyone watching but you were a bit paranoid at the feeling of someone seeing him here.

"billy." you'd said softly almost as if you didn't believe he was here.

"hey doll, god, i've missed you." billy's hand caressed the side of your face pulling you back down to him.

"billy. what are you doing here? what if they've seen you?" your mind losing its filter as your mouth began running like a waterfall every scenario you could think up leaving your tongue before billy pulled you into a kiss, his tongue gliding against your bottom lip asking for entrance which you granted him, his tongue whirled against yours as his hands embraced your waist making all your worries melt at the moment. billy pulled away softly before looking you in your eyes.

"something felt off, i couldn't wait that much longer to see you," billy said wiping the stray tear from beneath your eye, you didn't even know you'd shed.

"billy they wanted me to set you up, they think they're gonna apprehend you in the morning, behind the theater."

"that's where we were supposed to go for our first date," billy paused a small smile gracing his face. "then i decided to take you to that little italian restaurant."

"giovanni's." you confirmed "why'd you come here? what if they're watching me?"

"i hopped a few fences i didn't use the side walk, i think i'm good here." billy said he started to sit up, he looked to still be a little sore, you lifted up his shirt to get a glimpse of the injuries you didn't get to see when he'd initially came to get you. you'd seen some jagged stitches and some yellowing bruises, but it looked like he'd survive, just a few flesh wounds.

"im alright baby, i think we sh-" billy was cutoff by a knock on your door.

"hun? who ya talking too in there?" your dad started to fiddle with the handle

"not dressed!" you shouted before bolting to the door, almost planting face first into the wood as you used your whole body to close the door, while you locked it.

"oh , sorry honey! are you alright? i thought i heard you talking in there to someone?"

"it was just some lame movie dad, now can i have some privacy?" you said more confidently

"ohm, alright. i'm here if you need me honey, i know you don't exactly like me right now- but i- i'm still your father. i still love you." your dad said, he hadn't left the door you could still feel his presence and see the shadow of his feet at the bottom of the door, blocking the hallway light, he must've been waiting for a response.

"yeah, love you too, see you in the morning." you'd rushed out. you saw his feet walk away from the door, you waited a bit more before you decided to relax.

"i think we should go now." billy said and before you knew it you heard gravel crushing the rocks outside as a car pulled in front of your house.

"wait, billy, someone's here." you heard the knock on your door, you listened as your father walked to open the door. you heard the series of locks being taken off the door before your father opened it, your ear was pressed to the door. the words were muffled but you heard them clearly enough

"agent grant? what are you doing here?" you heard your father question. your mouth dropped open as your throat went dry.

"billy!" you whisper shouted as you dashed across your room to grab the bag you packed, you tossed it to him so you could began dressing yourself into something warmer.

"y/n what's going on?" billy asked in a whisper throwing the straps of the bag over his shoulders.

"no time to talk." you said as you began sliding your window open but before you could scatter out your window there was a knock on your door

"y/n" it was your dad again, he'd paused for a moment giving you time to respond, though you hadn't thought of a response. "agent grant is here, he'd like to talk to you."

[candywife333]

Light A Candle for Me (Part 2)

Second part of the Diwali special fic

(may have a smutty additional part, but I am not sure about that yet)

ugly duckling/late bloomer chubby reader x rich idol Jungkook

Triggers: non-con picture taking (Y/N is still clothed) , eventual smut (rough)

Disclaimer: The Jungkook written in this fic is not an accurate representation of the real life Jungkook's thoughts or actions. Keep in mind that this is fiction. has minimal to no proofreading.

I showed up at the party a little late. People flooded the premises. My mom came up to it, draped in a gorgeous orange sari shimmering with gold threads, popping a jalebi (syrupy orange sweet) into my mouth. I chewed on it lackadaisically, rather fatigued due to the busy day at work. Bang- PD had messed up his keyboard by eating and working on it at the same time and he would have to get it replaced unless I found a way to fix it. Thank god I could do that in time for the party.

I had gotten looks all day at HYBE from so many people, especially men that would have never looked my way otherwise. I was uncomfortable with all the attention, and frankly that was the exact reason that I did not dress up at work. On my off days I wore the most flamboyant vintage outfits with pearls and ornate jewelry. Yet, I just couldn't shake the anxiety with being noticed for looks in professional settings.

I had invited my co-workers--mainly people in my department and kind people I had met in other departments of HYBE-- to this Diwali party that my family was hosting. What I didn't expect was not only the people I invited, but gatecrashers that should not be here. Either I was hallucinating, or I could see Jungkook-ssi right in front of my glittering gold house gate entering the premises.

I frowned, why the hell was he here? When I didn't invite him? I barely spoke to the dude.

Jungkook POV

I entered the Bowser's house, due to a few of her co workers who I was close with, inviting me to tag along. They promised that she always had great food at her annual parties, and since they knew I wouldn't miss good food for anything, I showed up. As I entered, I noticed a glowing lady wrapped in fabric that showed of her curvaceous hips and bountiful behind. She was reaching over, back facing me, trying to string up a set of lights onto a miniature palm tree that was still taller than her.

Why was she so familiar? I walked over to her and saw the front of her outfit, realizing who she was. She was the girl from the picture in the morning. As I caught sight of her face, I froze in my tracks. It was Bowser, it was y/N. The sexy girl in the photo from the morning was Y/N and I didn't know how to feel.

That sari was doing things to me that I could not explain in polite company. I came here to eat, but now I had set my sights on devouring something entirely different. My eyes slid up her body wrapped in gold embroidered patterns. As I watched her in a daze, I noticed the ladder she was on slipping. I moved quickly, grabbing her by her waist. But, I didn't realize the propulsion of gravity and her body weight forced me onto the ground with her on top of me.

I could feel the lush softness of her lips massaging mine. We were kissing. And I didn't want to stop.

Her eyebrows furrowed, staring me down as she willed me remove my arms from around her waist, holding her to me. I didn't stop. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and she resisted, initially stiffening up. But something must've happened to change her mind, because she gave in and kissed me back, letting her tongue entangle mine. I could feel the rush. It was as though there were some type of magic in her. The sweet and tart taste of her mouth was addicting.

Just as quickly as she fell into the spell, she seemed to snap out of it as she struggled to get off of me. I reluctantly let her get up, off of me. I missed her body on top of mine already.

Y/N POV

I felt ashamed, letting him kiss me. A literal stranger. I knew his reputation and I was nowhere near him. A person like him did not belong with a person like me. I ran away upstairs, trying to catch my breath in my room. I would stay up here in the guise of working on the flower and candle arrangements.

Before I could shut my door behind me, a strong large hand blocked me from closing the door. I barked out seeing who it was, "Get the hell out of my room. Otherwise I am going to scream".

He smirked, his dark eyes flashing in the dim light only brightened by a few candles, "I will make you scream for a different reason sweetheart. Now why don't you tell me how you hid your beauty from me for so long?"

I scoffed, sitting away from him on my bed, "You never looked. People can't find things that they don't look for".

Before I could even notice, he was right next to me on the bed, warm large hand gripping mine, a slight smile on his face, eyes twinkling, "What if I'm looking now? I may be late to the party, but I can see you now. And you are driving me crazy. I can't stop thinking about you and your body".

I muttered back sharply, "I'm not interested in a casual relationship in a fling. You will have to find someone else for that". He squeezed my waist, making me startled, as he stared at my breasts, the shape of them apparent through the translucent fabric, "Who said it would be casual"?

"I am very serious about you", he jibed back, a disconcerting sparkle in his eyes as he stared at me. I laughed, "You may be serious, but no way will you be able to take this sari off of me to find out". His eyes glittered dangerously, as he drawled out in a gravelly tone, "Is that a bet darling"?

[fetusgooseandjuice]

Mission Gone Wrong (Pt. 2)

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: The team finally get in contact with you, but getting you home safe isn’t going to be as easy as they planned.

Word Count: 2,009

Natasha’s POV:

When someone goes missing, every second counts and we already spent almost five hours trying to find her. Whoever took her did not sound like they were being nice to her which is all I need to know to want to put bullets in the back of their-

"Hey Nat can you hand me that paper with the coordinates Y/N gave us?" Clint asked me, snapping me out of the thoughts.

"Oh, yeah sure." I said as I handed him the paper and he walked over to the front of the quinjet to type in the numbers and put the jet in autopilot.

We were all sat down now as Tony spoke up.

"So I managed to locate where she's at and I found a layout of the building." he said as he presented a picture of the layout on the tv hung on the wall.

"I think it would be best if we all split up to cover more ground, but keep our comms on at all times so we know if something's happening." he added.

We all just nodded our heads in understanding and agreement.

"When we get there, Sam and I will check around the building from above to make sure it's clear before you enter, while you're in there, and before you exit. When it's good to go we'll give you the okay. Steve and Bucky can cover the hallways in the western part of the building. Wanda and Clint can cover the eastern part while Yelena and Natasha check the northern and southern parts. Bruce, you stay here and take care of what you can when we bring Y/N in until we can get her to the medbay. Are we clear?" he said as he laid out the plan on the tv screen.

We all hummed or said yes.

"What do we do when we find her?" Bucky asked.

"If you find her before I do let me know and I'll be right there. But if she's really hurt then get her to the quinjet asap. Be gentle when you touch her, and I'll meet you there. Understand?" I butted in before Tony could respond and waited for an answer.

Everyone nodded their heads, but I wanted a verbal answer to make sure that they knew how to handle my girl.

"I said do you understand?" I said a little more sternly and everyone said yes.

The rest of the flight was silent as we were all stuck in our own thoughts about Y/N.

When we got there, Tony and Sam went out to check the perimeter while the rest of us waited for the signal which was given to us about five minutes later.

"Alright you're good to go." Sam said over comms.

"Stick to the plan, if you need backup ask for it." Tony added.

I was the first one off of the quinjet, and the first one in the building with Yelena close behind. Everyone went to their assigned spots and took out opposing agents as needed.

"Is everyone good so far?" Steve asked.

"We're okay over here, but no sign of Y/N yet." Wanda responded.

"Well keep looking." I told her.

About 10 minutes passed and no one had eyes on

Y/N.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw an agent trying to discreetly attack me from behind, but they didn't do a good job at it and I was faster.

We got into a fight and I had the upper hand until they pulled something out of their vest, through it onto the ground, and it rolled over to the other side of the room.

That was the moment when I got the chance to knock them out entirely with a single punch to their face while they were distracted.

When I regained my balance I heard the object beeping and turned around to look towards it. My eyes widened.

It was an explosive.

When I realized it, it was too late as exploded.

The force of the explosion flung me back straight into a wall. It must've damaged some parts of the main structure of the building as part of it came crashing down.

When it settled down I heard Sam speak over the comms.

"What happened? Are you guys okay?!"

"Everyone check in, now." Tony said.

"Cap and I are good." Bucky confirmed.

"Im good and Wanda's still with me. Looks like only the eastern and southern parts of the building came down." Clint responded.

"Yeah it was a grenade. Son of a bitch had no other ideas but to practically blow up the place." I grumbled while standing to my feet.

"I'm fine. Just a bit of dust and rubble here but I'm good." Yelena grunted.

"Hey guys..." Clint said with a hint of worry present in his voice.

"What's wrong? Did you find Y/N?! " I asked concerned.

"No...but I found the necklace she always wears.  It was caught in all the debris." he said.

At that, my whole world stopped.

I started running through rubble and up a flight of stairs that led to the eastern part of the building. Yelena eventually caught up to me.

When I got there, Clint and Wanda were already lifting up pieces of stone and rocks in search of Y/N.

"Y/N?!?"

"Y/N are you here?!!"

I joined in, frantically probing through the wreck.

"Detka can you hear us?! If you're here make a noise or move if you can?!" I desperately yelled.

At this point, Steve, Bucky, Sam, and Tony had joined in now that we knew Y/N had to be somewhere under this rubble.

"I've got her! Here!" Wanda alerted us.

I not so smoothly stumbled my way over the rubble and to Wanda who was trying to lift a large piece of stone. I saw part of Y/N's hand sticking out and I immediately started helping Wanda lift the rock to reveal Y/N's unconscious, bruised body.

Her clothes were dusty and ripped in places, her face had dirt on it and cuts that were bleeding.

I bent down to check her pulse and it was fairly strong.

I picked her up bridal style and we all started making our way over the debris, out of the building, and to the quinjet.

Bruce quickly opened the door for us and I made my way inside, laying the girl in my arms onto the stretcher that was set up.

He started hooking her up to a monitor and IV as I stood by her side holding her other hand that didn't have the IV, stroking her hair.

"You're okay now, detka. I'm here, I've got you." I whispered into her ear even though I knew she couldn't hear me as she was unconscious.

The team sat down to let Bruce have his space to work, and me have my time to take in the fact that after 7 hours, I finally have my girl back with me.

Bruce assessed her wounds and bruises. They were all pretty minor injuries except for the concussion she probably had which would be the reason she was unconscious when we found her.

When the quinjet landed, Bruce unhooked her from the machines because I insisted on carrying her to the medbay.

I made my way into the building and towards the medbay. Cho was already made aware of the situation and was ready when I walked into the room with Y/N in my arms.

I laid her on the bed and Cho hooked her up to a machine and another IV. There wasn't much more for her to do because Bruce took care of most of it. So she just double checked everything to make sure nothing was missed.

"Everything seems to be looking good. She should be waking up in the next few hours. Just make sure those cuts stay clean and change the bandages." Cho said as she washed her hands.

I gave her a small smile, "Thanks, I really appreciate it."

She just gave me a smile and nod before walking out.

I moved a chair next to Y/N's bed and sat down as I gently took her hand into mine and held it as I used my other hand to stroke her cheek.

I admired her facial features. Everything about her was perfect. From her eyebrows, to her eyelashes, to her nose, to her lips. She was beautiful even like this.

I was so starstruck about the girl in front of me that I failed to noticed the door opening and someone walking in until they spoke up.

"She okay?" Yelena asked.

I turned my head to look behind me so I could see who was talking to me.

"Yeah she's okay. Nothing major." I said as I turned to look back at Y/N.

"That's good." she responded.

A few seconds of silence passed before she spoke again.

"You really would go to hell and back for her, wouldn't you?" she asked me.

I slightly smiled before looking down.

"Yeah. Yeah I would."

Yelena walked to the other side of the bed to look at her best friend and started to stroke her hair.

"She's everything to me. I don't deserve someone like her." I said, finishing my thoughts.

"She probably thinks the same thing about you. That she doesn't deserve someone like you." she told me.

"I try to be the best person I can be for her. She's my muse." I responded back.

"And your muse would probably be getting on your ass now about how you haven't eaten anything for dinner yet." Yelena said as and made her way to the door, probably going to ask Wanda to cook something since she couldn't even boil water the correct way.

About and hour passed and I sat there by Y/N's side the whole time until she started to stir.

"Detka?" I said trying to see if my eyes were deceiving me, but I knew they weren't when her fingers moved in my hand.

"Come on sweet girl, open your eyes for me." I told her.

A few seconds later her beautiful (y/e/c) eyes slowly opened and blinked multiple time, trying to adjust to the light in the room.

"Hi, hi pretty girl." I said smiling at her.

"Nat?" she croaked out.

"Yes baby it's me."

Her eyebrows furrowed like she was thinking too hard about something.

"What? What's wrong? Are you okay?" I asked worriedly.

"How long have I been out for?" she looked at me.

"Well from the time we found you to now, a couple hours. We don't know what happened before that." I told her.

She nodded her head and looked down at our intertwined hands before speaking up again.

"I'm sorry Nat. I-" I interrupted her.

"Shh don't apologize babygirl it's okay. You're okay that's all I care about." I said moving my hand to stroke her hair instead.

"Can you cuddle me?" she so innocently asked.

I smiled at her, "Of course I can, angel."

I moved from my chair to lay down in the bed with her. She cuddled into my side and laid her head in the crook of my neck as she moved her hand to play with the necklace around my neck.

I move one of my hands to stroke her hair, and the other one to rub her back, trying to lull her into a relaxed state.

A few minutes later I looked down at her and she had heavy eyes.

I kissed her forehead, "Go to sleep detka, it's okay. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Natty." she quietly mumbled before she fell asleep and I smiled.

Grateful and happy to have my girl back in my arms safe and sound again.

[mxtantrights]

the interview

this is a snippet from the famous dc!au that started with The Greatest Hits [read here] you don’t have to read it but a lot of things would make sense if you do! hope you enjoy.

It was nice to have to wait on someone else to arrive for once. You haven’t gotten used to California traffic so you’ve been late to several events.

But the one time you arrive on time, your counter part for the day is late. You don’t mind really. It gives you more time to think about what you want to say.

Sitting down with Iris isn’t something you’re too nervous about. She sat down with you once for 60 seconds. This would be way calmer than that. This is an interview for her bi-national newspaper which reaches California and New York.

Iris is running late because one of the twins left something at home. You’ve met them once at a small gathering. Nora and Bart. They were equal parts her and Barry. Running at the speed of light and asking questions at the same time.

You pull out your phone as soon as the makeup artist backs away from you.

You: got a couple of minutes before the interview

Jason: wanna see your face

You: why????

You: what did you do????

Jason: answer my call hun

it takes a split second.

Suddenly your phone starts buzzing. Incoming FaceTime call from Jay in white letters scroll across your screen. The picture you have set is of him sleeping in his set chair, Jane Austen book in his lap.

The ringing coming from your phone is loud as you press the volume down button. You finger hits accept and the screen fades to black. Then the picture clears.

On your phone screen is Jason with a big grin on his face. You're not sure what he's been up to there's nothing in the background to tip you off.

"What did you do?" you ask again.

"I got you something you've been missing." he answers.

He props the phone up. You can see the familiar background now. He's in your house. You two had traded keys about a month ago and it's safe to say you've used his key more than your own key. And he yours.

Seeing him in your house isn't a surprise. What is a surprise is the coffee store sign that is leaning on your wall. The coffee sign to the shop you used to work at.

A few weeks ago you saw on social media it was closing down. It was bittersweet. You thought the place would be there forever. You thought you would work there forever. How things change!

The owner, George or "boomerang", had finally achieved his dream though. He told you it would be the only reason he closed the shop. Him and his family were moving back to Australia.

You brought it up to Jason once, exactly once, that you were sad about it. And now the sign is inside your home.

"No way!" you laugh.

"Yes way! I got there in time too, they were about to dump it." he explains.

The smile on your face reaches your eyes. You cover your mouth with your free hand. There was no way you could cry right now, not after getting finished with makeup for an interview that was about to start in a few minutes.

Jason see's how watery your eyes get. He didn't need to though. With how quickly you got silent and the way you keep looking up are all the things he needs to see to know you're getting emotional.

"Don't cry, baby." he says.

You shake your head, removing your hand from your mouth.

"Sorry, sorry. It's just really sweet. More than sweet, it's everything." you say.

"You deserve it. I can help you put it wherever you want it." he says.

In your peripheral vision you see something move. You look up. It's Iris. She must've walked in while you were on the call with Jason.

She's being touched up by the makeup artist but she's looking right at you. A smile on her face.

You nod your head, "Jay I really mean it. Thank you."

You notice the red flush across his cheek. He'd been blushing around you a lot. Ever since you two decided to finally stop beating around the bush with your feelings. He was easy to tease. All you had to do was touch him at this point and he'd go tomato red. The tips of his ears too. It's cute.

"You're buttering me up sweetheart. I'm gonna let you go though, you're gonna do great." he smiles.

"Thanks. See you later."

"Can't wait. Bye baby."

You hang up first. That was a bit common since before the two of you started this whole thing too. You would hang up first most times. And other times Jason would hang up first and still say goodbye via text.

"Hey, sorry I'm late." Iris says.

She's taking the seat in front of you now. Even though she's late she looks incredible. It's hard to believe that she just breezed in like this but it's also Iris so you wouldn't expect anything less.

"You're good. Everything went well?" you ask.

She snickers, "Yeah Nora left her favorite hair clip at home. Can't go without it."

"She's adorable I won't hold it against her." you joke.

"Thanks. Was that the co-star?" she asks.

"Technically while production is halted he's not my co-star anymore." you joke again.

Iris laughs at that. You do too. She fixes the mic on her shirt a bit.

"Right. So what do you refer to him as?"

Iris wasn't honestly expecting an answer. You were joking, the two of you had easy banter. It was refreshing. So she wasn't expecting you to say what you said. How could she? You were in the biggest will they won't they situation in Hollywood at the moment.

"Boyfriend."

She respects your privacy and keeps to the listed topics during the interview. You talk about your journey so far, your dream film projects, dream co-stars, etc.

When the interview is over Iris congratulates you and Jason on your blossoming relationship. You joke that she'll be the first to know when you two are ready to tie the knot. And she wants to desperately tell you that one of her friends, Cisco Ramon, has a prediction about you and Jason actually marrying a couple of years in the future. But she keeps that to her self.

She wouldn't tempt fate. And she liked the two of you together.

[guplia]

My sixth fic for @badthingshappenbingo!

Fandom: Ninjago

Trope: Sole Survivor

Also available on AO3!

Birthday Blast

“Morro, wake up.”

Morro opened his eyes to see his mother looking back with love evident on her face. Today was another day. And like most days for the child, it was going to be amazing.

When his dad got back from work the family would go for a walk around the park and play tag, or hide and seek, or whatever game Morro was up for that afternoon.

“You have to stay awake so you can wake up early for your birthday tomorrow!”

The next day would be Morro's sixth birthday. He'd been counting days backwards, waiting for this moment to come.

He'd get presents, and invite all his friends, and eat cake– he wasn't sure how he would sleep through all the excitement for the next day.

And the best part was that everyone– literally everyone was coming to his hometown today. He lived in a small village a few miles away from Ninjago City, where he would go every holiday. Sometimes he wished he lived there, but at the same time he was grateful for his loving friends and family.

Speaking of which…

“Where's the birthday boy?” Morro ran out of bed to see all his aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents had arrived.

“You guys came!”

He hugged each and every one of them, then played board games with his cousins for a while.

The game was going smoothly until Morro began arguing with one of his cousins over who won the game.

“It's me! I rightfully won the game!”

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“What's all the racket about?”

Morro's father had just come back from work.

“Morro's not admitting I won!” Lucy, Morro's cousin, complained.

“Because I won!” Morro slapped Lucy's face.

His father gasped.“Morro! What sort of behaviour is this? Apologise to Lucy at once!”

“No!”

“Then you're grounded!”

Morro started fuming. How dare his father say such a thing?

“I hate you!” He screamed, running to his room. He was certain the rest of his relatives heard him too, but he didn't care.

A couple of hours passed, and Morro's feelings towards his father hadn't changed. He absolutely hated how he chose Lucy over him.

He suddenly had an idea. He would run away from home and make the others worried. That's what they get for pissing him off. Well, it was technically only Lucy and his father who made him angry, but still.

He sneakily opened the window and stepped out of it. He lived in a bungalow so he had no problem with reaching the ground.

He decided to buy some snacks, eat them all, then go back home at night. He was never allowed to leave the house at night. That's the time when all the ‘dangerous people’ would come out to play. At least that's what his parents told him.

He spent all his savings at the candy stall and walked to the park where he went with his parents everyday. But he didn't miss them!

He licked his lollipop innocently, thinking about how he was going to spend his birthday the next day. He was definitely going to get presents now that he made his whole family feel guilty for driving him away. He was looking forward to it.

His thoughts were interrupted by a man shouting, “Serpentine attack! Run for your lives!”

Morro's heart skipped a beat.

His parents told him of the Serpentine, the huge snakes that attacked innocent people. He had never encountered a Serpentine attack before, but his parents said that they would've protected him from it in case of one. And that was the problem. He left his parents.

He froze in his place when he saw the snakes for the first time. They were huge, and green and nasty-looking.

The screams of the other villagers brought him out of his stupor and he ran as fast as he could. He needed to get home.

He ran through a dark alleyway and heard hissing noises, so he hid between two dumpsters.

“Keep moving!” He heard someone say. Must've been a general. He peeked from the corner of one of the dumpsters to see what seemed like hundreds of snakes slithering in rows, laughing.

He saw an old woman trying to run, but her age failed her for one last time.

A snake stabbed her back with his sword and she fell forward, dying instantly.

That might've been someone's grandma, someone's mother. Or maybe she was a single lady who lived alone. But she was murdered brutally, right in front of Morro's eyes, for no reason.

His family must be so worried. They didn't know where he was. What if they thought he was dead? He needed to go back home.

But the Serpentine wouldn't leave the village. One step out of that alley and he was dead.

He hid inside one of the dumpsters, and shielded his ears from the horrific screams of the other villagers. Young or old, they were shouting their last words, probably something like ‘I love you!’ or ‘I’ll avenge you’, only to get killed by a snake right after.

***

Morro woke up on a cushion. That was a horrible dream!

He sat up to hit his head on a piece of metal. He was still in the dumpster. And he was actually sitting on a bin bag. So it wasn't a dream.

It was quiet outside. The Serpentine must've left. He opened the lid to see the moon shining bright. Was it midnight yet?

He hesitantly got out of the dumpster, and walked home slowly, like he did with his parents every evening, one of them holding either of his hands, walking home from the park. But now he was alone.

On the way he realised that there was only rubble in the place of the houses and shops he passed by everyday. There were probably bomb explosions.

What horrified him was that his house was a rubble too.

Morro stopped dead in his tracks. “Mom? Dad?”

He ran closer, and saw a burnt body. He leaned forward and recognised it as one of his uncles.

Then he noticed the rest of his family members’ bodies scattered across the floor, all burnt, some missing limbs. The most horrifying part was when he stepped on something and looked below to see Lucy's head, torn away from the rest of her body.

But he hadn't seen his parents yet. There was still some hope.

“Mom? Dad?” he called again.

He searched the entire house, and he finally found them.

There were two corpses where his room used to be, burnt to the core, and seemingly hugging each other. They were looking for him.

He sat on the floor and began to cry.

***

“Morro! Wake up!”

Morro woke up to the same harsh tone that screamed at him every morning. It was Ms. Anderson, the orphanage manager.

“It's your turn to clean the floor!”

Before leaving the room, Morro had a glimpse of the calendar. Today was his eighth birthday.

He mopped on the floor in glum, remembering the last day he was with his parents. He longed to see them again.

He didn't really have any friends, besides two brothers who, like him, were wimps. They weren't really his friends though. They were just bullied together.

Today he had to clean up another child's vomit. The food was probably expired again. No surprise there.

But recently, he and the two brothers had made a plan, one that was going into action tonight. They were going to leave the orphanage and never come back.

That night, the three boys locked themselves in the bathroom, hoping none of the so-called ‘caretakers’ would notice them. Morro was not in the mood for a beating tonight.

When they were certain everyone else in the building had fallen asleep, Morro pulled out a sharp, heavy rock from under his shirt. He managed to successfully sneak it in while he was outside. His parents would have scolded him for doing something so dangerous.

It didn't take him many attempts to smash the window using it, and then one of the brothers grabbed the laundry line he had stolen earlier. It wasn't as strong as a rope, but it would have to do.

Unsurprisingly though, it didn't break when all three boys used it to descend from the third floor to the ground, given their light weights.

Then they ran, and didn't look back.

***

Morro forgot what it was like outside in Ninjago City.

The orphanage seldom took their children for class trips, and when they did it was just a small tour in an old rusting bus.

And he and the brothers had no money, and nowhere to go.

For the first few weeks, they found food in dumpsters, and slept there too, despite the way they reminded Morro of that fateful day two years before.

But still, in hindsight, Morro wouldn't have stayed at the orphanage.

One afternoon, the kids came to know of a monastery up in the mountains. They had tried their luck everywhere else, so maybe, just maybe there were some leftovers here and there around it.

There were far too many steps, but Morro kept persuading himself that it would be worth it, because there was no way the garbage man had the ability to come up all the way here.

And then they found it.

It was the only sign of life in the lonely mountains, and judging by its cleanliness someone still lived there, so they had to be extra careful.

The second they saw the trash cans, they dived into them like it was a buffet.

Morro was so invested in looking for leftovers that he didn't notice the monastery door opening, or the brothers running down the stairs, never to be seen again.

So Morro was mortified and horrified to come face to face with the man who lived there.

He looked young, and had light blond hair. He wore white robes, and stared right at the child in front of him.

Morro knew there was nothing he could do. But it wasn't like this was the worst thing that happened to him.

So he waited for his fate to come.

[moonlight-tmd]

do you have anymore ideas/aus for prowlbee?

Well let's see!

We got Cyberbeast AU, and Revival!ProwlBee AU... huh i thought there was more. Oh well.

So- besides AUs, there's normal timeline where everything went normally (except Bee and Prowl got together and Prowl did not die during the fight) and they're just living a fun life on Earth and i write whatever comes to mind that could have happened.

Speaking of the more angsty stuff, i recently had an idea about Bee having a bit of a fight with his team before leaving for patrol. He was so upset and didn't notice Starscream coming (yes, cuz he is a sadist in my eyes). And so they fought and Bee got knocked out, Star took him to the docks where a ship with trash loaded was about to leave and dropped him there. Long story short- Bee woke up in a seemingly endless trash yard. His team thought that he's just being stubborn and doen't come back because of the argument, but then it was 3 days since he was gone and they were concerned, he wasn't picking up any of their comms. Then they fought with Starscream who made a snarky comment related to Bee.

"Let's just say, he's not a problem anymore.~" Starscream said before having to retreat.. That was the moment they realized something bad happened to Bee. They spend days, weeks, months searching bit by bit of the country but nothing. Soon enough 3rd or 4th month of him missing rolled around and they had to spend Christmas without him. Prowl was the most worried of them all; sure he didn't show much emotion on the outside but on the inside he was panicking and grieving. The scout had a special place in his Spark, even if Bee didn't know it. He wished and prayed to the Allspark to give him some sort of guidance to find Bee, if he's still alive.... and he got it. One of the feats he got from the ninja training was the vision-dreams that somehow predicted the future and told him what to do. It was rare and he didn't always understand them but this one he got clear- he saw water and many ships- docks. And piles upon piles of trash on them. Upon going closer he saw a figure in amidst the pile, damaged and bit rusted- it was Bumblebee. Before the vision ended Bee's optics light up and with a broken vox he heard "help".

He knew what he had to do, he packed some things and fuel and snuck out the same night. He headed to the docks and sure enough there was a giant ship loaded with trash. he snuck on it and began his search, he didn't notice when the ship parted, he only knew when the sun started rising and all he saw around was water.

After supposedly few days maybe a week of sailing they arrived at some other dock, Prowl kept down and snuck onto one of the trucks transporting the trash to some other place. The ride was long, few hours at best but finally they stopped and the trucks unloaded. Once they left he had a clear way to search; it was like a whole another planet, so much trash everywhere you looked. He didn't like this.

He must've walked for a long while but he found a seemingly abandoned factory, it was literally crumbling. He made a mistake while climbing and fell down into the scrap crusher, some rabble activated it... He was sure he was gonna get crushed to death, some more scrap fell as he tried to get out and knocked him out. What he didn't know is the machine got stopped and backtracked just when it was about to flatten him.

The next thing he knew is he woke up in some camp, his dents were covered in makeshift metal patches to stop the bleeding. "Prowl?" He heard a familiar vox, static laced thru it but still recognizable. It didn't take long to find a rusted greyish frame with dents, missing parts and similar plasters all over looking at him; paint nearly all gone, one optic shattered, one horn missing... It was Bee.

Before they could say anything Prowl jumped up and ran to him and hugged him.

It took a bit but they finally got to talk, turns out Bee was stranded here all alone for nearly 5 months without anything and he couldn't get out. Prowl made the right choice to leave. They were so happy to see each other. Bee fixed up Prowl some more to the best of his capabilities, he was missing a wheel after all.

The next day Bee packed few of the things he had in the camp that could be useful and they started the journey towards where Prowl thought was the docks, his gps didn't really work cuz of the crusher.

They walked for a week and still nothing, Bee was slower and slower the more time passed. At one point he couldn't go on, he sat down in sorrow. His optimistic spirit long gone since he got here and now... now he was gonna die here. In the trash. Prowl didn't want him to die, he didn't come all the way here just to witness the one he cared about so much wither away. They had a small argument, Bee's doubts finally taking control of him and speaking the worst about himself. In a fit of desperation Prowl said it. He said he loved him. And that he couldn't stand the idea of Bee dying right here before him.

There was a silence, Bee's optics flickered for the longest time, Prowl was scared- "I need energon.." a quiet plea was heard. Energon! Of course! Cybertronians needed energon to survive. But where? There was nothing containing energon in this area, nothing except- a gruesome idea struck Prowl, but he didn't care to acknowledge this part. Anything to make sure Bee lives. He found a clean pot and cut the side of his palm and let his own energon flow down into it. The pot was full and he wrapped his servo in some foil to not bleed out. He took it and made Bee drink it.

It did the trick. Bee, at the brisk of death, slowly became more lively. They rested for a bit before going again. Few more hours of walking and there is was, they could see the end of the trashy land and the docks on the horison.

They arrived and nearly missed the container ship going back to their region. They hid in the loading cargo between the shipping containers and they were off for few days of journey.

There is some more angsty conversation planned in the meantime but i don't wanna make it too long. They arrived at the ending location, they were in Canada.

It took another week to slowly make their way home. This time tho Prowl could drive. Bee was far too damaged to be even able to transform painlessly, he didn't even have wheels anymore. Lucky Prowl found a trailer for Bee to sit on and for him to tow it.

The trailer broke down in some forest hill road and they had to stop. Bee fixed it up and Prowl decided to have a quick look-around, he climbed one of the trees- there is was. Detroit, in all its glory, only few miles ahead.

They arrived back at their home at afternoon, it was eerily empty, the others must have been on a mission. Prowl helped Bee to medbay and gave him more energon. He drank one cube himself and got to work, first he cleaned and patched up his slashed servos properly before going to carefully clean up Bee to treat his injuries before Ratchet got here.

He was wiping the grime of his helm, he paused- one servo holding Bee's helm while the other held the rag pressed on the other side of his helm. They stared into each other's optics and Prowl leaned in and pressed his forehead to Bee's. In the moment of comfort they failed to notice the sound of shutter opening, voices and pedesteps. Before they knew it Ratchet was standing in the doorway shocked. His sudded outbust of panic alarmed the others and they came running too. And they saw them.

6 months missing for Bee. 2 for Prowl. They were back home.

Ratchet took no time to start fixing Bee. It was a long road to get him back to previous state but it didn't bother Bee much. He was just so happy to see them again.

Aaaaand i think i'm gonna stop here cuz this is already hella long and i don't like making these posts fanfic-sized. I could make a fanfic out of it tho, it seems decent and i already have most of the stuff planned out in my head. Anyway thanks for the ask, that's all i got!

[cilil]

Day 1 Melkor ⋆⛧⋆ Mairon

Synopsis: A little flame catches Melkor's eye.

Warnings: /

Author's Note: My first ficlet for Angbang Week 2023. I'll be aiming for daily posts covering both prompts, one from Melkor's and one from Mairon's perspective. Links to the corresponding ficlet and my Angbang masterlist will be at the top and down below respectively. Hope you enjoy!♡

There were thousands more out there, spirits of all kinds whose voices echoed through the Timeless Halls like a distant, ever changing symphony, yet Melkor was alone. He sat at the very edge of their realm, staring into the Void and silently contemplating whether to venture out into the darkness again or continue to watch the other Ainur.

The greater and older spirits among them–those like his brother, though in his mind they still couldn't hope to compare to him–had begun to form pairs. He hadn't taken it seriously at first when Manwë began spending more and more time with Ulmo and Varda; in fact, Melkor had assumed his father's little favourite finally learned his lesson to leave him alone. But then he kept seeing him and Varda together even without Ulmo, saw Aulë with Yavanna, spotted several other pairs as well, and it occurred to him that they must've taken the One's words about love and companionship to heart. 

Melkor scoffed at the thought. Unlike them, he needed no one, he had all the power, knowledge and talent to realise his visions on his own–at least once he found the Flame Imperishable and used it to give life to his creations. 

Admittedly, he had contemplated what Eru had told them and taken a closer look at his peers. Out of the Great Spirits like him, only Varda seemed worthy of his consideration, brilliant and glowing with the Flame Imperishable's light as she was, just like him, but she had rejected his advances. Melkor had refused to be anywhere near her and Manwë since; there were strange feelings inside him, those he would later recognize as anger, shame and spite, and he couldn't comprehend why his brother had been chosen over him again, despite him being the greater of the two. 

And so he had been by himself for a while now, doing his best to ignore the other Ainur and telling himself he didn't need anyone by his side anyway in an attempt to soothe his wounded pride, until–  

A little flame caught his eye. 

It was quite literally what the spirit that Melkor saw was, small compared to him and of fiery nature, full of ideas, creativity and wit. There was something unique about him, something that drew him out of his sulky mood and piqued his interest. He wanted to have a closer look, yet to his dismay, he saw the little flame with Aulë soon after. And again he felt like he had been cheated, like another had taken something that should be his. 

Even so, Melkor kept watching the fire spirit and listened attentively whenever he sang to find out more about him. His songs were just as lovely as he had assumed they would be, he thought, pleased with his insight–but something was missing. It took him a while to figure out, yet in the end he was sure of it: There were more notes and melodies hidden within this Ainu's fëa that he didn't give voice to. 

Is this Aulë's doing? Melkor wondered, his spirit darkening in anger once more. Were his peers now begrudging others the full splendour of their song, simply because they wanted it to fit theirs? He couldn't allow this, especially not in regards to the Great Music his father had told him about. No, he certainly wasn't going to hold back, and neither should his fellow Ainur. 

And part of him was glad he now had an excuse to talk to the little flame. 

His little flame, if fate would be so kind. 

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Folktober2023 Prompt: "Vampire! Cardan" 🧛‍♂️🩸

An attempt by

Hosted by @jurdannet and @jurdannetrevels

📘 2 900+ words

😎 Characters: Jude, Cardan

✒️ Tags: comfort, child Cardan meeting child Jude, blooming friendship

📢 Summary: A young vampire-fae is abandoned by his family and thus, having nowhere to go, he spends his days lying down on some hay and talking to cats. That is until a mortal girl finds him, takes him to her home and feeds him.

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The boy was lying down on a bed of hay in an empty stable, it had been abandoned so the child was using it as a refuge. It wasn't so bad, the child thought, he had a roof over his head and the cats and kittens would come to visit him from time to time. He was trying to avoid the thought that they were probably pets who had a home to go back to while he didn't. Surely their masters would wait for them before the sleeping hours in order to close the doors.

Cardan swept the thought away everytime it popped in his head. Especially since his lack of a home with a loving family wasn't his biggest problem. His biggest problem was the unquenchable thirst he had. No matter how much he drank from dead animals it was useless, and the boy didn't have the heart to drink the blood of the cats, his only occasional visitors. So he was left there, sometimes biting down on his own arm to drink his own blood. Which was stupid. If any other vampire saw him doing that, they'd note how pathetic and unbecoming it was of him. "How can this child possibly be from the royal bloodline?!" They'd say.

Whatever. Cardan didn't care because no one looked his way. Not his Father, not his Mother, not his siblings and certainly not any of the folk who assumed he was some bastard child of low rank if they happened to run into him. His run down clothes, his unorderly hair. It all looked as unroyal as it could. Absolutely no one ever guessed his identity, unless it was one of his unfortunate siblings who were so embarrassed to stand next to him that they'd either pretend to not notice him or throw mocking comments at his sorry state.

Cardan's days were full of nothing. No friends, no games, no food, no education let alone books. The boy could read but that ability was useless to him without anything to read. Days, weeks and months were mingling together. What day is it today? Who cares. All upcoming days will be the same anyways.

"...Hey?"

A voice from outside, a young girl probably around the same age as him. What is she here for? If it's to mock him then he'd better ignore her. Cardan stayed still, his face turned towards the inside of the stable. He was pretending to sleep. It was a poor attempt.

"Are you okay there? There’s no need to pretend, I can tell you’re awake."

Having a short fuse, Cardan wondered why he had even bothered trying to ignore the girl in the first place. He shifted on the hay, turning his body to face her, whoever she was. And what a surprise it was. A human girl was standing over him, he had never seen one so close, let alone interacted with any. All he knew is that she smelled delicious and he was starved. That could be bad.

Cardan frowned at the girl and made a dismissive gesture with his hand.

"Leave, you dunce. Haven't you been taught not to approach the fae?"

The girl gave him a look. She was utterly unimpressed with his attempt at making her leave. Looking at it closer, despite being human, the girl was well clothed, her hair must've been brushed a few hours ago and they were made up into little horns, although by now it was obvious that she had moved around way too much for the strands to stay in their place. She had a sword at her side and… a missing finger? No, only a part of it. But just as he had guessed by her voice, she must be 11 or 12, around the age when the girls are slightly taller than the boys.

"Soon, some goblins will be coming to camp around here, I would advise you to leave." The girl announced then paused. "...Unless you have no place to go to?"

Her tone wasn't mocking, yet Cardan felt annoyed anyway. Who does she think she is? He'll stay wherever he wants. Even if it can't be in a house, as a prince, the land of his father is also his, thus he can choose to stay wherever. Or so he'd like to convince himself.

"I do. This is my place. Now scram."

Feeling overwhelmed by the delicious smell coming off the girl, he turned away again as he was initially lying down. Only this time, he put his arm over his nose, trying to block the scent in vain.

There was a slight silence again, then the sound of the girl's footsteps carried away into the distance. "Good." Cardan thought, as he could breathe freely again. However, his relief was short-lived as the girl's loud footsteps came back, and before he could yell at her to leave, he felt a light impact near his back. As if something was thrown on the hay he was lying on. Cardan turned over to look at the object he expected to be something to mock him. A brush used on horses maybe? But no, it was merely an apple.

"Have that, I'm not hungry." The girl said.

Cardan didn't know what to do. Hate and mockery were easier to deal with than whatever this was. So instinctively, he turned to anger by default despite there being nothing to be angry at. Only a kind gesture.

"You dare look down on me, human? Take your pity back!"

He threw the apple back at the girl, only for her to catch it skillfully and throw it right back at him again.

"Of course not, I wouldn't dare to look down on a prince. I only wanted to share my food, for I believe you'd enjoy it, and I'd like your highness to enjoy a delicious apple."

Confused, the words barely registering, Cardan blinked.

"So you're aware of who I am?" He asked.

"I didn't at first. But as I thought of you on my walk back, I realized that the youngest prince is rumored to have black hair and a tail. It was only a guess, but I'm glad I was right."

The boy looked down at the apple again. So there was still someone in this world who acknowledged him as a prince. Who didn't doubt his legitimacy. Somehow, that felt good. His anger was cut short and he cleared his throat, trying to sound more collected now that the girl was aware of his title. Despite the title in question not having resulted in anything pleasant for the short 11 years the boy had lived so far.

"Very well, mortal. I accept your present."

The boy bit into it, savoring the sweet and fresh juice. He tried to savor it as much as he could while eating, but his thirst was making him eager, making the intervals between each bite shorter until there was nothing left to bite into. Cardan looked down sadly at what was left of the apple: the middle portion that would make him look pathetic if he ate it as well.

"As I thought it wasn't enough to quench my thirst."

The girl had been closely looking at him all the while the young vampire was devouring the apple.

"Then what would be good? Water?"

The boy suggestively looked at the girl. You. He thought. You would be enough.

"I need some blood from time to time but I haven't been able to get any lately."

"Would some of mine do? My name is Jude by the way."

The boy was shocked at the offer. Is this human just senseless? Offering herself to him like that. And her name's Jude. Her name infuriates him for no tangible reason, even making him confused at his illogical feelings.

"Don't be stupid. I could suck all the blood out of you right here, right now. Be thankful for my benevolence and leave."

The girl made a face, thinking.

"Would you like to come for dinner at my house today?"

If this little girl keeps talking, Cardan feels like he'll go insane. She's not making any sense, yet… and yet… he knows. He has heard of her. Two human daughters adopted by general Madoc. Cardan might not be any better than a rat right now, but rats are great at gathering intel. Folks will just say anything in front of you if they believe you have no importance.

"... Very well." Cardan stood up. "Bring me to your household, human."

Jude furrowed her brows as she wanted to be called by her name now that the boy knew what it was. Not "mortal" or "human". Nonetheless she brushed it off and led the boy away from the stable towards a faerie not too far off from them. Probably a nanny. Cardan notes that the servant's name is Tatterfell.

And as they silently make their way to the girl's house, the man Cardan assumes is the general is sharpening a blade outside. He stays away as the girl explains to her adoptive father who he is and why she has brought him here. Which is apparently because "he's the youngest prince and he needs a place for today" since the goblins that are setting camp will be coming near the place he was staying at. She doesn't say that the place in question was an abandoned stable, but by the way he looks and how Madoc looks at him, Cardan supposes no more explanation is necessary to get the picture.

There would be no advantages in taking him, but as Cardan mentally prepares himself to act proud and leave, Madoc accepts. The next thing he knows, he's getting bathed, brushed and dressed in new clothes, albeit with difficulty considering it has been a while since someone took care of him and he's throwing his temper at every awkward feeling and movement he feels over his head and body.

At dinner the oldest daughter doesn't show her face, only the twins and recently married parents are here. Oh, and the baby is supposedly asleep and fed somewhere. How lucky that he was born wanted and loved. Cardan thinks but pushes down. He's not sure how to act, how to talk, or if he should even attempt anything at all. He knows that everything they're doing for him, he won't be able to pay it back. A fresh apple? It could more or less easily be taken care of. But all of this? Absolutely not.

Cardan has nothing aside from his official title and he knows it.

After dinner, Jude insists on bringing him to her room despite the fact that a different room has been prepared for him for today. He lets himself be led there, as he knows that indulging in her whims is the least he can do right now.

She shows him her plushies, her books and her practice swords as if it's supposed to be interesting in any way. Cardan is much more interested in the books to be honest, and the plushies just seem like a waste of space on the bed to him. Since he has never had any, or if he did, he doesn't remember.

At first Cardan attempts to act stoic, but as the girl keeps talking, Cardan realizes how fun it is to listen, then to answer and be heard in turn. To have someone eagerly waiting for your comments and insights. It feels good to be seen and heard.

He keeps looking at himself in the mirror of her room, saving the sight of his fancy clothes in his brain. Remember well, this is always how you were supposed to be dressed. This is how you would have looked if you were smarter, useful. If you had more value for Father, maybe.

And as the time to go to sleep approaches, Jude stops him from leaving.

"Will you drink my blood now? Even if you're not hungry, you must still feel a bit thirsty, right?"

Cardan blinks.

"Are you not worried I'll drink all of it?"

The girl smiled, a cheeky smile. As if she's about to reveal the smartest trick ever.

"Well, earlier I was. But now that I've done all of this for you, your pride wouldn't allow it."

Of course. Bargains are big in Faerie. A human who has spent more than a few years here would obviously know. Still, the boy is confused.

"I don't get why you're so hung up on that. You do realize that I'll never be able to pay all of this back, right?"

The girl sits on her bed, taking the plush snake into her lap and petting it as if it's a real animal.

"Well… When I saw you there, then realized who you were, I didn't like it. It was wrong. So I figured that maybe I could try to make it right if you allowed me to, I'm glad you did. Seeing you like this is a proper payback in its own way."

The girl's hairstyle was unique. It’s quite funny: two small horns sticking out, yet at that moment, to the boy she looked like an angel.

"... You’re weird. In fact you’re not making any sense but-" The boy fiddled with his tail, trying to speak up in vain as his throat was getting tight from the thirst and the tears forming in his eyes. "Still, I understand. Then give me some of your blood, I promise to not overdo it."

The girl smiled and put the plushie away, almost as if she was inviting the boy to sit on her lap then drink her blood. I’m not a little kid. Cardan thought, instead sitting next to her on the bed. The truth is, the young vampire was very nervous. He had only drunk blood from dead or almost dead animals. It didn’t taste good, honestly, but at least it filled his stomach and satiated his thirst for a while. This would be the first time he would get to taste human blood from a young girl like him, he just knew her blood would taste good. Not only because of the common sense of: young and well-fed human equals delicious blood. But also because she just smelled good.

And she was waiting for him, not at all scared at the idea of getting bitten in the neck by a blood-sucking creature. Ironically, Cardan was the anxious one in this scenario. Excited at the idea of drinking great quality blood but feeling shy at how he’s about to feed off of someone else. Awkwardly, he tilted his face over her neck, getting closer then unsure on how to bite, where exactly to bite or how to place himself.

"You can hold onto me." The girl pulled his hands towards her in a friendly manner. "And I’m not scared of pain either, feel free to start anytime."

Jude. What a peculiar human. Drowning his worries in her scent, the boy finally bit onto her and she didn’t even cry out. Only a little flinch which seems amazing for a first time, Cardan thinks, not like he has ever bitten anything other than a dying animal though, so he can’t even pretend to know. But what he does know is that his nose wasn’t lying, this blood tastes like the finest meal he could ask for. He doesn’t want to stop which is worrying, however he relaxes remembering that he gave her his word just before biting her. He won’t overdo it. He’ll only take a fair amount.

And that’s what he does. Although he’d like to keep going beyond what he needs, as soon as he feels his thirst settling down, he pulls away. Then, realizing that he had subconsciously held her in his arms, he pulls away further, getting up from the bed.

"I didn’t realize. I hope that didn’t inconvenience you." Well, more than I have already inconvenienced you today with my bothersome presence.

Jude laughs.

"No worries. I can let you borrow one of my plushies for the night if you want?"

Cardan blushes at the childish offer and turns her down, once again failing to realize that they are still children and that it is perfectly fine to seek comfort in an object. The girl rolls her eyes at how profusely he turned her down, as if it was shameful to even offer.

"Okay prince. Then would you like to sleep in my arms?"

"Stop talking crazy. Your father will be furious, and the servants have already prepared another room anyway."

"But my room is better! The guest rooms are cold and empty."

How insulting. The boy had been sleeping in stables for years, surely nothing could be more cold and empty than that. He kept those thoughts to himself though, complaining and talking back so much towards your host is not a good look to have. Cardan sighs in defeat.

"Will it make you happy? If I slept in… Well, if I slept next to you." Too embarrassed to utter "In your arms" the boy changed his terms.

"Very." Jude said, not looking all that happy. Not as happy as Cardan hoped she would. She’s probably only taking pity on him. But at this point, even if it was pity, being taken care of does feel good and the boy can’t bring himself to end the charade.

So jumping under the covers, Jude pulls Cardan close and holds him dearly. The young vampire lets himself relax and for the first time since forever, his sleep is so peaceful that he dreams a good dream. Maybe getting himself a plushie wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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Instead of going with a "hot vampire Cardan" entry, I went with something cute and comforting. Though if I had to continue the AU, I’d say that once they become adults, it would be revealed that all of this was just a ploy from the beginning and Madoc was actually using Jude to get Cardan in his house as "another spare" besides Oak. But hey, let’s uh, not ruin the moment with that and stick to their wholesome friendship, right? 💖

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