#It's strange the kind of acceptance you have over events like this I knew I could do nothing about the situation except shut up

[they-call-me-hippie]

Guess who almost died in a car crash

[cxlamarisalxmi]

Being a variant and being on Miles’ side [GN]

[Platonic Headcanons]

c/w: major spoilers, gender neutral terms and pronouns (they/them), no gendered terms used to describe reader, canon inaccuracies? I’m not really sure I’d just gone off what I had perceived from the movie

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• Miguel and Jessica had been keeping a keen eye on the teenager spider variant (you) from Earth-2315126 since you’d been bitten at five years old

• Strange thing was your father; Peter Parker was also bit, which meant your dimension had two spider variants as opposed to one— not unheard of but not common either

• It was fortunate for you however because you had someone to teach you, show you the ropes, the fact that it was your father who had become your mentor was only the icing on the cake

• And you were brought up into a spectacular spider variant in his care; strong, compassionate, kind

• Though despite having a father the pair kept a watchful eye on you regardless, seeing promise in your future and believing in your potential

• When you were fourteen your father was killed by Lizard, and for an entire year following you gave up on your heroic persona— hanging up your suit in the wake of your father’s death that rocked your entire world

• Being Spider-Man/Woman is about sacrifice, your father taught that to you when you began and you should’ve expected that you could not have it all

• A loving and doting father and the most badass secondary identity ever, it was always bound to happen and you should’ve prepared yourself for it

• But nobody could prepare themself for the loss of a loved one, and the ache in your chest and the burn in your stomach was something you’d never felt before— nor do you ever wish to feel it again

• So you gave up on the suit and you gave up on being the hero, eventually your Aunt May had stepped in and she scolded you pretty heavily about your state

• You didn’t think she had room to talk and she laid into you pretty hard for that comment because she most certainly did, Peter was her brother after all

• After you got it pretty good you decided that she was right, sulking about and ruining yourself wouldn’t change a damn thing, not only that but you knew your father would hate to see you like that

• You knew he wouldn’t ever force the suit upon you and you accepted that you had the choice to avoid dawning it ever again, but you also knew what he would do in your position

• He would bear the responsibility of his beloved city no matter the circumstances and no matter the heartache, because Spider-Man always gets back up

• So you stood firm upon all the valiant determination you could muster and picked your life back up again

• You got better emotionally and grew stable once more, and in the acceptance of your father’s death you had grown stronger, confident, courageous

• With you back on the streets of NYC the people of Brooklyn often voiced just how much they had missed and needed you

• And you didn’t plan on letting them down again, so despite the lack of a piece of your heart you always showed up when people needed you and you’ve not yet let them down

• Now, back to Jess and Miguel— they had known Peter would die and they had known they could not interfere as this was your canon event, the moment that would make or break you.. turns out it did both

• And they watched as you suffered through the loss, gave up on everything and everyone (including yourself) for a little over a year, worked through your pain and powered forward to overcome your grief, then became one of the strongest variants they had ever seen just before your seventeenth birthday

• Yes, they’ve been watching you for twelve years and yes, you have no idea

• It was on your seventeenth birthday that you had encountered Lizard once again, and this time he had taken enhancement drugs to increase his growth rate to tremendously rapid levels

• To say you were a bit stunned to see Lizard the size of a fucking dinosaur would be the understatement of the entire damn year

• Now, you held malicious and vengeful feelings towards Lizard for a long time in the wake of your father’s murder but it was feelings you had never ever acted upon, not even after you decided to pick up the suit once more

• As mentioned before you knew very well that the angry and hateful feeling brewing inside you at the expense of Lizard killing him could ruin you if you let it

• And that’s not where your morals lie, your beliefs and virtues are straight from those of your fathers— to be strong and courageous, righteous and pure for being Spider-Man/Woman is about hope

• So you did intend to take him down but you’d never do it with sinister intent or threatening tactics— just bring him down is all you wanted to do

• And if you were to speak honestly, it wasn’t as hard as you thought it was gonna be, obviously it was still pretty tough because hello? He’s the size of a fucking house, might as well be fighting a damn dragon

• It was easier because you’d felt at peace with yourself, and when at peace with yourself you worked harder and cleaner, jobs and protecting the city was just.. easier

• The fact the fight was easier than you expected could’ve also been because of your bite, the abilities you had gotten from it were a bit different than your father’s

• See, you’d been bit by a radioactive spider yes but it was a specific species and in accordance with that species you’d gained significantly different skills and traits

• The spider that had bit you was a Northern Wolf Spider, the arachnid gaining that name from it’s behavior of chasing, hunting and stalking prey, and in an odd turn of events you’d gained qualities that were more akin to that of a North American Timber Wolf

• Heightened senses came with the bite for every variant, and your specific qualities included; advanced stamina and strength, increased sense of sight, tremendously keen sense of smell and auditory processing, you had thick and durable fangs meant for tearing and searing

• You also bulked up a whole more more since your father passed, and in gaining more weight in pure muscle you’ve had to make your webs more durable, which helped out a lot with your fight against Lizard

• Speaking of—

“They’ve probably got it handled Miguel, is there any reason to actually go to their dimension?”

“I protect the multiverse which makes anomalies my responsibility, regardless of if that variant can handle them or not. And I’m going to have them join us.”

Jessica didn’t say much after, and she followed Miguel dutifully as he walked into the glowing orange portal. The pair flew through the multiverse for all of two seconds before a portal opened ahead of them and they were dropped onto a roof in your dimension.

“Went a bit too heavy on the ‘roids didn’t ya Doc?” The voice of a young teenager caught their ears. Just off to the side and a couple blocks away. Now facing that way they could see the large head of Lizard standing tall over the lip of the building on the distance.

“Is.. is that?—”

“Dr. Curt Connors.”

You leapt off the metal grail of the fire escape just as Lizard destroyed it with a whip of his massive tail. Using the momentum from your jump you swung a reverse axe kick to Lizard’s chin— putting enough force into it to throw his head back as you flip-jumped from him and landed on the road down below.

“I’m going to rip you apart and feast on your innards!” Lizard snarled as he recovered and glowered down at you with a sinister bear of his teeth.

“Season them well first at least, I’d suggest a nice barbecue rub!” You responded before shooting a web to the corner of the building on your left and swinging yourself into the air. Lizard roared angrily before lunging forward and attempting to catch you between his teeth. They snapped close with a chilling clamp and throaty growl from the beast.

Reaching the corner of the building you had shot your web at you leapt up and backwards flying over Lizard’s head and connecting a web to the side of his muzzle.

“Almost got me there!” You yelled as you swung around and around Lizard’s large scaled snout. “Don’t you know that animals that bite are often fitted with muzzles!” You quipped, enunciating the last word with a firm tug thus tightening the webs you’d been wrapping around his jaws and effectively sealing his mouth shut.

You kept the momentum and attached another web to the end of the one you’d been swinging around his muzzle. Then, you angled your hip to swing towards Lizard’s legs and using the same tactic looped around them several times before you were doing the same thing for his arms. When you deemed him wrapped up enough you landed behind him then tugged hard on the web end in your hand and forced Lizard to the ground by pulling his feet out from underneath him.

Once you were sure he was on the asphalt you were swift to web him up tightly and bind him to the ground. Hopefully, Captain Stacey got your message about the antidote and would arrive soon with it.

Meanwhile, as you waited you playfully walked along the edge of the building. The lip acting as your balance beam as you walked on your toes along it, doing a flip every so often just cause. You’d long since forgone your mask in favor of eating the sandwich gifted to you by the bodega owner on the corner.

Your spider senses tingled before—

“That was pretty impressive.”

You only flinched slightly at the abrupt interruption of your own little world, and turned to see two people. One, a very tall and broad man with wide shoulders and a muscular physique. The other, a woman with dark skin and a styled afro.. and she was pregnant.

“Uhm… thanks?”

“Was that a question?”

“Sorry it’s just—” you shook your head before jumping down and only now standing on the same level as him did you realize how tall the man actually was. “Who exactly are you two?”

“I’d think the suits gave you plenty context.” The woman replied, a smirk tugging up one end of her lips.

“Okay.. and why are you here?” You answered, still on edge about the two variants standing in front of you.

“My name is Miguel O’hara, and I lead an elite strike force dedicated to helping maintain the multiverse.” The man responded and you quirked an eyebrow at him.

“That still doesn’t explain why you’re here?”

“There was an anomaly reading in your dimension and we’re here to retrieve whatever villain has jumped into your universe.” The woman explained, jumping in to answer before Miguel could.

“You mean Kingpin?” You replied pointing to the billboard behind them and they both spun around to find the suit wearing antagonist webbed to it. Thick, white webs covering his entire body save for his neck and head, finally a web over his mouth. And they all watched as he glitched and morphed in colorful and mixed patterns, the board he was attached to glitching out too before changing entirely.

“How did you?—”

“My AP Physics teacher won’t shut up about the multiverse and also he doesn’t look my Kingpin at all so.. I mean you know,” they shrugged.

Miguel turned his head slightly to look at the woman beside him before he jerked his head minutely then he was facing the teenager in front of him once more. You met his masked stare head on (something he was impressed by, not many people can meet his intimidating glare straight on) as the woman walked away from you two before slinging a web up to the billboard and pulling herself up to it.

“You know the whole sinister and dark ‘nobody touch me I’m emo’ vibe you got going on isn’t very heroic.”

Miguel didn’t say anything, didn’t move an inch as he just stared at you. “See that right there isn’t becoming of someone who’s supposed to make people feel safe.”

“I protect the multiverse.”

“Right. But there are ordinary people in the multiverse, in every dimension you’ll find people.”

“The multiverse is my priority.”

“Yikes, saying things like that are not very becoming of a Spider-Man either.”

Miguel turned his observant stare cold as he chose to glare at you instead for the disrespectful responses and jokes. And he figured you must’ve felt he’d changed to glaring heatedly because you awkwardly looked away with a hand rubbing the back of your neck.

Finally, the woman returned with the Kingpin variant at her feet. This one significantly smaller than yours and lankier too, he must rely heavily on his Tombstone and Prowler. You’d rather have this Kingpin as opposed to your Kingpin— who for some reason is built like a fucking overgrown Silverback Gorilla.

She fiddled with the watch on her wrist before a golden portal erupted into life beside her, and you watched as she threw the Kingpin variant in before stepping in herself. But not before saluting you a goodbye with a playful glint in her eye and cheeky smirk on her face.

The portal closed and then your attention was back on Miguel, and your spider senses tingling brought a hand up to catch the watch he threw at you.

“Join us?”

You looked from him to the device in your hand, then you looked behind you at the Lizard on the ground down below. Captain Stacey at his neck and injecting him with a vial of clear liquid. You turned back to Miguel with a smirk and eager look as you slid the watch onto your wrist. “Sounds like a damn good time.”

• You didn’t know if you actually wanted to be there at Miguel’s Spider Society or whatever he’s calling it but you were also a bit intrigued by it

• So you followed them when he offered you that watch, and you grinned as he gave walked you around the building, giving you a small tour of his headquarters

• When you met Peter B. Parker you had an emotional breakdown and refused to return to the society for days following your first interaction with the man

• When you finally went back he was concerned that he’d done something wrong to garner such a reaction but you were quick to jump in and let him know it was in no way his fault before you explained why you had reacted as you did

• He was more than understanding, offering to keep his distance if that was what you wanted and whilst you appreciated the gesture you told him you would be fine

• And spending time in his company had begun to fill that gaping hole in your heart, obviously he’d never replace your father and you didn’t expect that of him either but his fatherly presence made you feel better than you had in years since your father’s passing

• Mayday was just an added bonus to his presence

• Time passed and you were there for a couple months before you met Gwen Stacey, and the two of you clicked almost instantly, it was a bit odd for you since the Gwen from your universe was about three years old and hadn’t been bitten but you got used to it

• And in that time you’d also learned the pregnant woman’s name was Jessica and that she was Miguel’s right hand in his society that he created

• You’d also met Hobie Brown and Pavitr Prabhakar whom you’d come to adore more than you’d ever outwardly admit lest you wish to give them egos the size of fucking Mars (but those two alongside Gwen were definitely your favorites) (behind Miguel ofc)

• Speaking of, you’d also grown quite close to Miguel in your time as part of his society of spider people, which was a huge surprise to yourself, him, Jessica and pretty much everyone involved

• He couldn’t really explain what it was, just something about your energy and the way you carried yourself that had him intrigued and impressed

• Your attitude that alluded to you never giving up was something he admired about you too, and it was those qualities that drew him in, made him want to protect you

• The bonding with you was something he didn’t expect to happen but was shocked when he wasn’t against it, and he ignored the initial reluctance and fear that he felt when you two began to get closer and closer

• Maybe it was the little things, the way you’d check up on him after a particularly harrowing or difficult mission, or the way you’d do anything to see if you could get him to crack a smile, there was something about your mere presence too, something warm and comforting

• Something he hadn’t felt since his young daughter was still a part of his life, and he was afraid of the consequences that would follow if he ever got close to you and lost you

• The same heartache he felt for his daughter would return, and it was pain that he didn’t want to feel ever again, that’s why he kept himself so guarded, those broken and vulnerable pieces protected behind vaulted steel doors

• But you had somehow managed to slip through his barbed defenses and made yourself right at home in his heart, and again he was initially afraid of the possibility that he’d lose you too and he’d face that pain all over again

• He doesn’t remember when or how he got over it, but he does remember the feeling that washed over him when he finally accepted your friendship

• It felt akin to a bucket of cold water being dumped over that fiery and searing ache in his chest, relief and comfort that he felt weigh so heavily on his chest he almost cried

• After that your guys’ relationship developed to much deepen levels, and he’d never admit to your face but you had quickly become his favorite and he would do anything to protect you, protect your bond like his life depended on it

• And just like Peter, his mere presence seemed to make you finally feel whole again… complete

• And as time continued to pass you’d only grow closer with the two men, finding safety and comfort in their arms, safety and comfort you’d been craving since you were fourteen years old

• Then, Miles Morales came along and everything went to shit

• Despite being on his team for months Miguel failed to mention that there was a spider variant that was an anomaly

• And in failing to mention that you had to figure it out on your own when Miles’ scent hit your nose and he smelled drastically different from the other spider people

• He smelt odd, unnatural and unusual… strange

• It didn’t take you long to figure out that he was an anomaly but you still figured it out by the way his scent, and you thanked the stars for that particular gift you got from the species of spider that had bitten you

• After Miles, Hobie and Gwen returned from the rescue they accomplished in Pavitr’s dimension at the expense of Spot is when things went from bad to ultimately worse

• Miguel had hoped somewhere small in his chest that you would side with him but he knew in a significantly larger part of him that your morals would not allow you to stand for him preventing Miles from saving his father

• Miguel knew that if you had known your father would’ve been killed that horrible night those years ago that you would’ve interfered without hesitation

• So he was not confident that you’d agree with him and well over half of the rest of the spider variants that this is something that must occur

• And he feared the confrontation with you, he feared the hate he’d no doubt see in your eyes when you find out this is where he stood on his opinion about the situation

• He wasn’t wrong either, because when Miles had returned and they all had cornered him after Miles discovered that Spot would be the cause, you didn’t take it all that well—

You were conflicted, you cared about Miguel but you’re morals and beliefs were very important to you— defined who you were. They were instilled into you by your father and you truly believed that by following through with them to the end you were keeping his legacy alive.

And they were loud in your ears right now, deafening in their prominent voice as you watched Miles get more and more tightly wound.

The thing was.. you agreed with him. And your father would’ve agreed with him too. There is no way Miguel knows for absolute certainty that Miles’ universe would collapse if he saved his father. And there’s no way any of the other spider variants could possibly know either.

There were facts and evidence on Miguel’s side but again— your values were speaking much louder than him. Because your father would’ve been disgusted by the behavior these spider variants were displaying, and he would’ve straight up hated Miguel. That you were absolutely sure of.

“This is wrong Miguel,” you spoke up and the spider variant you were speaking of turned to look at you. “You’re just going to let someone die when you know you could change the outcome? How could you possibly think that’s okay?”

“[Y/Name]—”

“Spider-Man isn’t about the acceptance of loss and grief yet to come, Spider-Man is about hope, hope and promise of a greater tomorrow. Hope that there will always be someone there to help… someone there to protect those who can’t do so themselves.”

“The security of the multiverse is important!” Miguel argued, his tone aggressive and his expression frustrated as he ignored the ache on his chest. The ache that had erupted into existence at the expense of his theory proving correct— you would be against him.

“No! What’s important is not standing by and allowing someone to suffer or die! If that’s truly what you believe, then you don’t know the first damn thing about being Spider-Man!”

“[Y/Name]…” Peter B. trailed as he got your attention, walking closer to you and putting a gentle hand on your shoulder. “We cannot interfere.”

You smacked his hand off your shoulder and stepped back and away from him several times to be standing beside Miles instead. “You too? Peter this is wrong, so unbelievably fucking wrong!”

“[Y/Name], I can’t let you get in the way. I’m sorry.” Miguel apologized before he was throwing something at yours and Miles’ feet. The device activated and put up a scarlet force field, Miles panicked and beat against the walls. As the variants outside the force field argued you looked to Miguel and Miguel only. And he looked right back. You just stared at him, eyes hard and brows taut and pulled together as he stared right back.

You ignored Miles as he continued to search for a way out, Miguel finally pulled his eyes off yours as Peter B. advanced on him. “Miguel! This is taking it too far!”

“He’ll only do more damage, we all know that!”

As they continued to argue outside the shield you turned your back on Miguel and flexing your fingers extended your thick and powerful claws. You could tear this force field apart if you truly tried, that’s what you were going to do. But before you could even put your hands up your senses tingled and you instinctively put your arms around your head to protect yourself as the shield was destroyed by a powerful electrical surge.

When Miles destroyed the force field he hesitated for but a single moment before he turned, grabbed your wrist and took off.

“[Y/NAME]!”

You distantly heard behind you before you were freeing yourself from Miles to run beside him instead, and you two sprinted through Miguel’s headquarters with you leading him seeing as you’ve already been there for close to a little more than six months.

Getting out wasn’t hard, at least not for you. The variants certainly tried but they weren’t any match for you. A well seasoned and thoroughly trained hero with twelve years of polishing your expertise and craft to a fine point.

Miles had a little trouble keeping up but you didn’t get too far ahead of him in which he couldn’t follow, you two only got separated once. And whilst you weren’t entirely sure where he’d gone off to, you had the absolute pleasure of facing off against Miguel (note the sarcasm).

Your senses tingled as you discreetly swung through the underbelly of Miguel’s HQ, and you pulled yourself up just in time to avoid Miguel’s web. And the two of you fought and danced around each other throughout headquarters. Miguel trying to capture you and yourself avoiding that outcome at all costs by expertly evading him. When you had finally reached outside you met up again with Miles on the train overhead cover that was speeding upon a vertical track at astronomical velocity.

It was hard to hang on, even more so with Miguel on your ass but you made due. Better you than Miles and you’d gladly fend off Miguel for him if it meant he could find his way home to save his dad in time. Maybe it was a selfish part of you that wished something for him that you wanted to have, or maybe you truly just wished only the best for the younger variant.

Either way, Miguel was kicking your ass instead of his and you could live with that.

The 2099 Spider-Man choke slammed you onto the cold, hard metal of the futuristic locomotive and pinned you there by a hand around your neck.

“Can’t you see?! He’s the original anomaly! He’s not meant to be here! He is not Spider-Man!” The man snarled in your face. The anger he was feeling making his fangs appear and he sneered down at you, bearing them ferociously.

“He’s more Spider-Man than you’ll ever be!” You retaliated, attempting any sharp words pointed enough to cut him deep and painful. And you watched as his face turned and grew solemn for only one second before he was darkening his expression and snarling at you again.

“I hate to do this to you, but I can’t lose you over this!” He yelled over the roaring grind of the moving train. And your heart fell to your toes when he beared his fangs again— this time with a wide open mouth. A second later he was lunging forward intent to inject your body with venom.

You thanked whatever god above was listening for your much quicker reflexes as you caught him by the lower jaw and redirected his lunge to the air beside you instead.

Then you were bringing your legs up and forcing him away from you, not wasting a second you shot a web to the top car of the locomotive. You pulled yourself all the way up to where Miles had perched himself, and just before you could get a word out Miguel erupted out of nowhere and tackled Miles down.

You moved to help but got a web wrapped around your wrist instead, whoever shot it pulled you off your feet and then you found yourself under Peter B. Parker and Mayday instead.

“[Y/Name], enough!”

“No!”

“You can’t change destiny!” He argued, just as Miguel had done before, pinning you to the ground— though Peter’s was less of an attempt to capture you and just in a way to get you to listen to him.

“We control our own destiny Peter.”

“This’ll put the multiverse in danger! If you’d known your father would’ve been killed that night would you have saved him even if it meant there was an off-chance of your dimension being destroyed?!” Peter was just trying to reason with you now, and you stared directly into his warm brown eyes as you answered him.

“Without question.”

Peter drew back a bit at your response, then you watched behind him as Miguel flew overhead. That was your cue, so you grabbed Peter’s shoulders and utilized the enhanced strength of your specialty skills to push him off you.

Not enough to hurt him or Mayday but enough to give you space to escape, which you did. Once given enough breathing room to leap you leapt, jumping from the locomotive to fly through the air instead. Miles followed you, and Miguel was right behind.

You didn’t get much of that end of the chase, swinging directly to the headquarters and sneaking in past Kess and standing on the platform the machine usually used to send variants back to their proper dimensions.

It was minutes later when the machine suddenly came to life and you watched as the numerous screens turned on, looking a little closer you saw that it was Miles and that he was using his invisibility power to get the machine up and going.

Seconds later you felt his presence land beside you, and as the mechanical spider above lowered down and began creating the web to send Miles home and consequently you to his universe— Miguel erupted through the glass doors like a bat out of Hell.

And you stood back and watched as he sprinted to the platform’s edge, leapt over the gap and began furiously clawing at the web’s exterior.

Just as he was pulling it apart, the sequence completed and you and Miles were lifted into the air as the portal was created before the machine was throwing the two of you through the multiverse and into Miles’ universe.

• After the exhausting and frustrating chase, and even more annoying escape you and Miles had made.. you decided to follow him to his dimension, if only just to see that he’d be okay

• But he took off the second he was back in his own universe (or so you thought) and you were quick to follow, calling out his name in an attempt to get him to slow down but he did not listen

• So you just followed as he swiftly made his way to his apartment, only upon arrival you decided it might be best if you stayed outside which is exactly what you did, and you listened as he told his mom the truth and she responded with a question of her own not knowing who he was referring to

• When your spider senses started tingling uncontrollably is when you though something might be wrong so you webbed yourself to the roof of the building directly across Miles’ apartment and just observed from there

• As you watched him interact with a man that you assumed was his uncle your senses tingled again only it was too late to react when a muscled arm wrapped around your waist and a gloved hand covered your mouth, and then you were pulled backwards and through the portal into another dimension

• Upon arrival at the new universe you were pinned to the ground on your stomach by a heavy weight much larger and much stronger atop you, holding your arms in the small of your back and forcing you tighter against the ground

• You knew it was Miguel and you knew that unlike back at headquarters this pinch would be tighter to get yourself out of— so you didn’t intend to fight against him, you’d already done more than enough for Miles and on the off chance he still needed you then and only then would you fight for him again

• Until then, you’d accepted the fact you’d been captured, so you slumped to the rain soaked concrete of the building’s roof, and as you lay there you could only hope Miles had reached his father on time

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a/n: Feel like it got kinda lame at the end but I hope you enjoyed the first post of the blog regardless! I’m super excited to get this blog started! Spiderverse is my hyper-fixation right now so that’s what I’ll be focusing on for a moment! Again, hope you enjoyed! Ciao!

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Well, i was thinking about Lizzie and Yn are together and they went to an event.

Normally, Yn is a bit scared about it, her ex girlfriend wasn't the best person to be around in those situations, she wouldn't let her talk, always wanted her near her and with her mouth closed. Never being proud of her, what she was working or like introduce her to other people.

So It was the first event of Yn and Lizzie together, and even if Lizzie never was like that, she had that fear, and where Lizzie was talking with another person while yn went to have a drink for her too, when she went to Lizzie's side, Lizzie instantly introduce yn and told that she is her girlfriend, every time she met someone or even if they were a coworker, she introduced yn and was so proud of telling everyone that yn was her girlfriend.

Even if she knew before, yn was 100% sure that Lizzie was the love of her life and a gift for every she went through

The love of her life

NO ONE'S POV Y/N takes a deep breath, looking out of the window at all the people with cameras, her girlfriend looks beautiful as ever sitting next to her, holding Y/N's hand and rubbing her thumb over Y/N's knuckles.

The pair only just arrived to the Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness premier. It's their first event they've come as a pair ever. Lizzie couldn't be happier to finally have Y/N by her side when they finally went public with their relationship.

Y/N, on the other hand, has been feeling super anxious. It's just that Y/N's ex-girlfriend was also an actress and whenever Y/N went with her to any kind of event, she just felt horrible.

Y/N was not allowed to speak, not allowed to go anywhere without her ex-girlfriend. She felt like she was being showed like a stupid throphy. 'Just stand still and look pretty' Is what her ex-girlfriend always said.

"Are you okay, baby?" Lizzie asks softly, noticing her girlfriend looks a bit off.

"What? Yeah, all good" Y/N fakes a smile and Lizzie immediately knows her girlfriend's lying. But before she can say anything, Y/N speaks again. "Oh, we're here" She informs, getting out of the car and holding her hand out for Lizzie who accepts it with a sigh.

Of course first comes taking photos and Lizzie practically drags her girlfriend there. Y/N wasn't sure if she should be there as her ex-girlfriend always used to tell her to wait on the side. But Lizzie's just completely different and is proud that Y/N is her girlfriend.

Even in the interviews that come next Lizzie always includes her girlfriend somehow, asking about her opinion or mentioning her whenever she has a chance.

Y/N left for some drinks now though while Lizzie got into talking with Benedict. Handing Lizzie a drink she brought for her, Y/N's met with a huge smile on her girlfriend's face.

"There you are. Benedict, this is my girlfriend Y/N. Y/N/N, this is Benedict" Lizzie says with a huge smile playing on her lips, interlocking her fingers with Y/N's.

"I see. Nice to meet you, Y/N" Benedict smiles. "Lizzie has told me a lot about you"

"S-she did?" Y/N questions surprised on which Lizzie gives her hand a little squeeze.

"Well, of course I did. I want everyone to know I have such an amazing girlfriend" Lizzie smiles, rubbing her thumb over her girlfriend's knuckles, making Y/N blush.

The conversation goes on and Y/N has to admit she's actually having a great time. It's a nice change to be included in the conversation and not receiving death glares for telling something.

Of course Benedict isn't the only one Lizzie wants to introduce her girlfriend to. Lizzie leads her girlfriend to her other friends and co-workers, one by one, introducing Y/N to everyone and having a quick conversation with them.

The time flies fast though and both girls get tired, so when Lizzie suggests to go home, Y/N can't say no and happily agrees.

"Did you have a good time today?" Lizzie asks softly, rubbing Y/N's knuckles with her thumbs.

"Yeah. I really enjoyed the time I could spend with you. Thank you, Lizzie" Y/N smiles warmly.

"You don't have to thank me for anything, baby. I'm glad you were there with me" Lizzie smiles back, leaning in to peck her girlfriend's lips with a kiss.

When the pair is finally back home, the first thing both girls do is taking a hot shower. And after putting on the comfiest clothes they could find, they just snuggle up together in their bed, deciding to watch a movie.

Y/N's head is comfortably resting on Lizzie's chest while Lizzie's hand is rubbing circles on Y/N's back. Every now and then Lizzie places a kiss to her girlfriend's head which never fails and makes Y/N smile widely.

"You can close your eyes, baby. I know how tired you are" Lizzie tells her girlfriend softly, noticing Y/N is struggling to keep her eyes opened to watch the movie.

"I love you so much, Lizzie" Y/N mumbles out, allowing herself to close her eyes and wonder what did she do to deserve such an amazing girlfriend.

"I love you more, Y/N/N" Lizzie says quietly, a smile playing on her lips as she keeps rubbing Y/N's back in circles.

Lizzie surely must be a gift for everything Y/N's been through. She's finally happy and it's all thanks to Lizzie.

And after this day Y/N's completely sure that Lizzie is the love of her life and that there is no one in the whole world she would rather spend the rest of her life with, even though they're dating only for a few months.

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[gojot-t]

Heloooo!

Can i have a 1 second chance romance with topping “I can’t imagine going back to a life without you.” “Then stay.” ?

Name is Sae Itoshi ❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️

from the valentine's day event! ⊹ ࣪ ˖

itoshi sae + second chance romance +"I can't imagine going back to a life without you." "Then stay." ˎˊ˗

tags :: probably ooc sae :(, gn!reader, this doesn't exactly follow the manga, a little angst but overall fluffy yayy, also probably grammar mistakes..

a/n:: anon im so so so sorry for the delay</3 i really hope you will like it nonetheless. on the other hand, this is almost 2k words :o

You remember the first time Sae asked you out.

You both were still children at the time, but in front of the ocean waves and ice cream dripping on the sand, no one had ever made you feel the way he did, so complete and loved.

That day, with the orange of the sunset illuminating his face, you almost thought he was an angel. When he looked at you so intensely and wrapped his hands around yours and whispered those words, like a precious secret between just the two of you, you already knew that he was the one for you.

"When I'm around you, I feel these strange things," he paused as if searching for the right words, "After a while I finally figured out what it was. I like you, I really like you, so... We should just date."

There were no fancy roses or chocolates, just an awkward confession of his way and the childish desire to always be there for each other.

"Dating? Like what adults do?"

"Yeah, like cuddles and stuff..." He looked away embarrassed as he spoke. It was rare to see Sae blush and the sight brought you more joy than you could explain.

"But we're not adults! And we already hug all the time..."

"Whatever, just accept it."

Sae's hands weren't much bigger against yours, but at that moment he felt as if he could hold the world in them.

After that, even though things had changed a bit, it felt natural, a good change. He had treated you well all along, but now he had turned into a complete gentleman. He would insist that you go to all his games to be his "lucky charm" even though he had always said that he didn't need anything but himself to win. "If I see you cheering for me, I'll definitely score another goal."

He would wait for you after school to go for ice cream together, walking hand in hand.

Once you insisted that you play ball together. Despite knowing nothing about the sport, you still wanted to share and support Sae's passion for it, but you just shamefully tripped over the ball and fell flat on your face in front of him, instead of laughing or mocking you, he knelt down beside you so worried that you were surprised. "Are you alright?? Does it hurt?! Do you want me to carry you??"

"I'm fine..."

"Good, don't scare me like that." He had given your knee a little kiss to "heal" and helped you up.

You wish you could cherish moments like that forever and everything was like a beautiful fairytale until Sae was offered professional training in Spain.

He had always loved soccer and that was no secret to anyone, so when the news arrived everyone hugged him and congratulated him. You couldn't have been happier for him and jumping for joy alongside him, despite his usual stoic façade, you knew that he too could barely contain his excitement.

There was just one small problem that you didn't have the courage to point out and apparently, Sae too.

When the day of his departure arrived, your heart was heavy with mixed feelings that you desperately tried not to let show. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Sae, and despite feeling so, so happy for him, when his flight was announced, the curtain of tears in your eyes finally came down.

You expected to meet his angry gaze, for being so selfish and crying at such an important moment for him, but instead you saw kind eyes and a sad smile.

"Don't cry, you look ugly like that."

The tears just fell harder. The hand that had been patting your head moved to your shoulder and pulled you against him.

The sight of you crying for him - because of him - brought an uncomfortable feeling to the pit of his stomach that he couldn't describe, but knew he didn't like. He had no experience in comforting anyone other than Rin, and you weren't Rin, but for your sake he was willing to learn anything.

"You won't forget me, will you?" Your hands grabbed at any piece of him they could reach.

You knew that Sae's family was probably watching the whole interaction, yet at that moment it felt like there were only the two of you in the world.

Sae seemed even sadder. "I should be the one asking this, you know. Don't think you'll be able to get rid of me that easily, I'll still call you every day. There are the holidays too, I'm going to visit at Christmas. Nothing between us is going to change."

You desperately wished it were true, but it never was. Sae didn't come back for Christmas.

The daily calls he'd promised became weekly, stopping only once in a while until you were the only one calling and being answered by the operator's monotone, robotic voice - this number is unavailable. Try again later.

You were worried, then angry with him and then at yourself. You didn't know what had caused the sudden change, so you blamed yourself. No matter how much you wanted to, you had to come to terms with the fact that you'd probably never know if things really could have been different.

Like putting a bandaid on a deep wound, that scar would always be open in you. Sometimes the slightest gust of wind was enough to make it bleed, like passing the ice cream parlor on the corner where you made so many fond memories with him, or Mrs. Sae who still greeted you on the street.

The truth was that the more you tried to forget the boy you handed your heart to on a platter, the more attached you felt to him.

That's why when you saw him standing in front of your door after four long years, you almost thought you were crazy.

With your emotions betraying your reason, you found yourself in front of the ocean waves with Sae again. Your mind has imagined this situation many times and each time you would shout at him, beat your fists against his chest, answer him with the same coldness that he dismissed you from his life, but a simple "Can we talk?" was enough for your determination crumble.

With your arms over your chest – your only armor against the memories that came at you like an avalanche – the dichotomy between the boy with the gentle hands and soft eyes you knew and the man in front of you is so much that it seems to destabilize you.

With his hands in his pockets, Sae almost looks a bit embarrassed. The deja vu of the situation doesn't go unnoticed and you decide to be a little petty and remain silent.

"... Coach said recently that there was still something holding me back in Japan."

"..."

He scratches the back of his neck slightly. "You probably hate me, right? I don't blame you for that... But in the last almost five years there hasn't been a day that I haven't thought about you."

Hate him? You don't think you've ever hated Sae. Sure, there have been times when you've been angry with him, but hating him... You don't think you're capable of it and the thought haunts you. You'd like to hate him.

"..."

He sighs as if he's tired. "This is where it all started, remember?"

"...Just what am I to you, Sae?" You thought your voice would come out as loud as a scream, but only it shakes with anger. "You... You make me think that you're the only one for me and then you leave just like that! Now you come back out of nowhere, what do you think I'm going to do? Crawl at your feet and say I missed you?! Just what I am to you?"

He doesn't seem surprised and this increases your anger even more. There's just one second where only the waves of the sea can be heard.

"There was this one time in elementary school when the teacher asked us what we wanted for the future. You said you didn't know, but as long as you could see me play you'd be satisfied... That's when I realized I was madly in love with you."

His answer catches you off guard, this happened right at the beginning of his and Sae's friendship.

"I'd never had those kinds of thoughts before. Futebol is an individual sport for me, so I thought my life would be like that too. I'd never imagined someone always by my side before, but then you'd give me that stupid smile with that cute little window of yours and suddenly all I cared about was having you with me."

"S-Sae..."

"When I got the offer to train abroad, I wanted to take you with me, but I couldn't... Some things happened there, and I was no longer the same boy you last saw. I didn't want to disappoint you and I didn't have the courage to look at you again, so... I thought it would be better if you just hated me. I was a coward."

He interlaces your fingers against his.

"Despite everything, all this time that has passed and trying to convince myself that things would be better this way... I can't imagine going back to a life without you."

Sobs clog up the words in your throat and even when you try to reply, all that comes out are cries. with your face stained with tears, you're sure that if it weren't for Sae's arms holding you, your knees would have lost their strength a long time ago.

"Sae, Y-You idiot,” you whisper against his chest, voice heavy with the pain of finally knowing the truth. “Coward.."

He hugs you and caresses your head, his touch has never felt so right on your skin - like the missing piece of a puzzle finally falling into place. So many years ago you were the same size as him, but now his shape completely engulfs yours.

"I know, I'm sorry."

"Then stay." He opens his mouth but you stop him, you already know what he's going to say. "It doesn't have to be in Japan... Just with me, just be here, with me."

He rests his forehead against yours and hugs you harder. With a kiss salty with tears, he doesn't need words to seal this promise against your lips. Sae doesn't intend to make the same mistake twice.

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Ellis Twilight — I Want to Know Every Inch of You Collection Event

Seperate Bodies 🔞 tw: suggestive, NSFW

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Victor asked me to take the Crown's physical measurements for the purpose of health management and research—

I visited Ellis, who was easy to ask first, and it turned out to be the right decision.

Thanks to his great cooperation, the measurements proceeded very quickly.

Kate: “Thank you for your cooperation, Ellis. This concludes the measurement of your upper body."

Ellis: "That's good. By the way, Miss Kate, there's something I was curious about......"

Ellis: "Can you lend me a hand?"

Kate: "......? Yes, sure."

I held out my hand, wondering what he was going to do, and Ellis's hand came to rest on mine—

My hand was guided and touched his chest, which was bare…..for measurement.

I feel his moist skin all over my palm.

Ellis: ".….If you're interested in my body, you can touch it."

Kate: "Eh!? Uh, how.….”

Ellis: “Because I felt like I could feel your eyes piercing through me while you were measuring for my chest. ……Was it my misunderstanding?"

Kate: "You misunderstood..., there was nothing.”

Ellis looks slender when he's dressed, but when he takes his clothes off, he has an unexpectedly masculine body.

Although the measurements are taken seriously, I couldn't help but admire his thick chest and his well-defined abdominal muscles.

(I thought I was keeping a level head, but he knew.... How embarrassing……)

Ellis: “As much as you like, Miss Kate, go ahead.”

Kate: "E-Even if you ask me to go ahead….."

Even if I'm interested in touching another person's body, especially a man's body, my reservation and embarrassment will prevail.

(I know you're saying this for me, Ellis, but....I'll say no.)

I tried to take his hand away, saying It was fine if I didn’t touch him.

However, Ellis is holding my hand tighter than I imagined, and I can't get away from him even a little.

Ellis: "You don't have to hold back on me, so feel free to check with your hands."

You noticed I tried to take my hand away, your hands are literally so strong.

(If you've told me this much, it's not right to say no.….isn't it?)

(If I reject him excessively, then it seems like I'm being weirdly conscious of Ellis.....)

Deciding to accept the kindness, I slid my hand over his skin.

Kate: "....Muscles are softer than I thought. I thought it was harder."

Ellis: “When you're relaxed, yes. When you're exerting yourself, though, it gets harder......"

Kate: "Wow, that's amazing...!”

(Still, I think people are reluctant to have their skin touched...)

(Is Ellis used to being touched by other people…..?)

Even though the fun seems to rise, my heart is in turmoil at the defencelessness of Ellis, who let me touch him without any odd hesitation.

Ellis: "What's wrong?"

Kate: “Well......I was wondering if you do this to anyone who asks you to.”

Regret comes immediately after speaking out.

I knew Ellis was kind to everyone, but I speak as if I’m blaming him.

Ellis: “…..Don't worry, I didn't do anything that you would be worried about.”

The reply was ambiguous, as if it were an answer, but it wasn't.

I also notice a strange pause before the reply.

(What are the things that worry me? Have you ever let some else touches you, if only a little?…..)

Ellis's trivial words and actions have stuck with me, and I don't feel refreshed, as if a lees has settled in my mind.

(There's no reason to feel like this, but why am I.….)

Ellis: “If it still bothers you... Do you want to try touching somewhere else?”

Ellis: "....I really haven't shown this place to anyone, I haven't let anyone touch it."

Ellis: "Only for Miss Kate, special"

Kate: “Eh….”

Ellis pulled my hand again.

The hand that was touching his chest went down through his stomach.....and stop at his waist.

Kate: “….Ellis?”

Ellis: “No one touches it from here down, so go ahead.”

What Ellis is showing is below the bottoms... his lower body.

Kate: "Ah, uh..... This is not usually a place to let people touch, is it?"

Ellis: “What would you like to do, Miss Kate?”

Ellis: "Rather than normal or common sense, I want to do what you want to do."

Ellis: "I've been thinking about how to make you happy."

Even if that feeling of Ellis is one that is poured out without division to all.

I was the only one in his eyes right now.

Kate: "I, am......"

(......If there is a place on Ellis's body where only I am allowed, I want to touch it.)

The sweet sound of "special" made me forget to reply and my throat started to throb.

Ellis: ".....You can do whatever you want."

I finally gave a small nod as my gentle forgiveness.

Ellis: “Shall we proceed slowly? Let's start with........to the first joint of your finger."

Is Ellis pulling my hand, or am I proceeding with my own will? I don't know anymore.

My fingertips slip under his bottoms without any sense of reality, as if I were in a dream.

Ellis: "Second joint........”

Kate: “Ah.”

My advanced fingertips feel the rough texture of the skin. It's hot and humid inside.

Ellis: “Hmm. …..fufu, I’ve gone all the way in to the base of your fingers, haven't I?"

Ellis smiled like a child whose prank had succeeded.

Contrary to that innocence, I felt like I was doing something I shouldn’t...., I was scared.

Kate: "Uh, I guess..."

I came to my senses and pulled out my fingertips, grazing the deep part of him.

Ellis: “Nn…gh”

(……!)

Ellis: “Sorry..... I was so ticklish, I made a weird noise."

Kate: “N-no, it’s not….”

Ellis's sweet voice, which leaked a little, remains in my ears.

(The fact that I'm the only one who can touch Ellis here...)

(And that lovely voice I just heard, is that just for me?)

The thought of it is irresistibly lovely and makes me want to touch and listen to it again.

(But, as expected, no more...)

Ellis: "....More touches if you like, Miss Kate."

Taking my hesitant hand again, Ellis let me touch it through the bottoms.

Kate: “……Uh”

I gasped as I felt something passionately insisting on the area I touched.

Ellis: "This is what happened, so...I would like you to lend me a hand."

Kate: "B-but...I already had taken your body measurements.….”

I finally remember my job and give my opinion with a voice that seems to disappear.

Ellis: "Well then..... Do you want to check here with your hands? If it's a measurement, then there's no problem."

Kate: "...............I got it."

(It's just an extra of his body measurements, just to make sure......)

Like a butterfly lured by sweet nectar, I slipped my hand there again.

Ellis: “Ah... Haa….."

As I stroke him slowly while watching him, Ellis lets out a hot exhale of aggravation.

Ellis: “Miss, Kate…..”

(.....I'm weird. I can't take my eyes off him.)

He is so lovely, so cute, so disturbed by my hand that I want to see more of him.

Driven by the impulse, I moved my fingers with a strong and weak pressure so that Ellis could feel good.

Ellis: “……Nngh”

Kate: “Here…..is it?”

Ellis: "Nnm..... There, it feels good...."

His hips swayed loosely as he rubbed against my hand.

I was happy to know that I wasn't the only one who wanted to be touched.

(.....I want you to feel even better with my hand.)

At first, it was only my fingertips, but gradually I used the whole palm of my hand to wrap it up and continued to stimulate it.

Ellis: “……Nngh!”

Kate: "I-I'm sorry. Did I push too hard...?"

Ellis: “No... I'm fine. I just felt so good I was about to lose it."

Ellis: “You can touch me however you like. ....I'll make my place exclusive to you, Miss Kate."

(I, exclusive….)

The haze in my mind that I felt when I thought Ellis might have let someone else touched him cleared up.

(I see….. I wanted to monopolise you.)

(I didn't want anyone else to touch or see Ellis...that's what I thought)

If you know your feelings, there is only one thing to do.

As time permits, I continued to touch where only I was allowed and stare at Ellis, who exhaled shallowly.

Fin.

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『 Dark If 』 Story Event: Chapter 2

Jude Jazza

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I immediately started doing my research on curses and magic in the library.

Due to my sheltered upbringing at the castle, every piece of knowledge I gained from the books was new to me.

Kate: “Time is not irreversible, and space is not unchangeable”.

Kate: “Like a complicated intertwining of threads, the past and the future, as well as different worlds can be connected”.

Kate: … This might be why I have memories of living in both England and this fairytale world…

They once existed separately, but they were now connected into one.

Just like two pieces of thread being intertwined.

The pages of the book rustled as I flipped to the page with information on fairies.

Fairies possess extraordinary powers and are rare in number. They often cause disputes between countries.

It is not an uncommon occurrence for them to be targets of assassination by other countries, as killing a fairy would give them an advantage in terms of war strategy.

(Fairy can easily plan the overthrow of an entire country, and so everyone who refuses to join the military is often imprisoned or executed—)

Kate: … So that’s how it is…

(The overprotective King and the country’s military meekly accepted my situation, just because he’s a fairy…)

I felt furious and ashamed at my lack of knowledge on what was happening around me.

Jude: What have you been doing here every single night?

Kate: Jude…

The moment I saw him, I instantly regretted the things I said to him a few days ago.

Kate: … I’m sorry for saying that you're being targeted because of your bad personality.

Jude: Huh? I don't get what you're talking about.

Kate: Like you said, I’m too ignorant about many things. I realise that now.

Kate: So, for you to listen to what I want… I’ll try to discuss them with you on equal terms.

Jude: … Hah.

Jude scoffed and hooked a fingertip under my collar, pulling my face closer.

Jude: I assumed that you’d be an overly pampered and spoiled brat because of the sheltered upbringing you received for many years.

Jude: What nice eyes you have. Makes me want to make you cry.

Kate: … W-What?

He looked down at me with his usual sadistic expression. And yet, for some strange reason, I felt rather uplifted this time.

(Not that I’m happy I got some form of validation from him or anything… I think.)

Jude: Hm, hope you try as hard as you can.

Jude let go of my collar and left the library.

(— Now that I think of it, he calls me a servant and makes me wear a collar.)

However, apart from leaving the castle, there was nothing else I wasn't allowed to do.

“I’m safe here, so please don't send any soldiers over. That will only result in unnecessary deaths”.

Ellis delivered my letter to the palace, he had been kind enough to help me communicate with them and assure them of my safety.

(If this curse is because of a grudge he has against me— I might have done something wrong to him in the past.)

(But why do I have no recollection of it…?)

To vent my frustration, I completely drowned myself in researching curses and magic.

…

Before I knew it, days went by—

Kate: Oh, good morning, Jude.

Jude: … Are you doing that on purpose?

Kate: … What do you mean?

Jude: Bed hair.

I hurriedly apologised and roughly combed my hair with my fingers.

I lowered my face to hide that my heart fluttered.

Jude: Pfft, you turned red over something like this. You’re so childish.

Rather than being used to his sadistic attitude, I found myself beginning to be slightly attracted to him.

(Um… this must be one of those tropes in fiction where the victim falls for the kidnapper, something like that.)

(This isn’t love… yup.)

Kate: You spent the whole night in your study last night, right? Have you been sleeping well?

Jude: Hah, what’s this? Is the little one worried about me?

Jude: Worry about me after you know how to fix your bed hair and greet me properly in the morning, Princess.

Kate: Ouch…

My forehead stung when he flicked me with his finger.

Jude: You like the pain, huh.

I averted my gaze, avoiding his mocking yet attractive smile.

Kate: I don’t. … Please lift the curse today.

Jude: Ah, ah, you're getting snappy. Looks like I won’t lift the curse today too.

Jude laughed at my request and left for work as usual.

…

Time passed by without mercy, my search for the missing piece in this world and my pleas for my curse to be lifted both remained fruitless—

(Jude…?)

There was one day where Jude was out of the castle for an usually long time and only returned at midnight. I happened to see him when I was peeking out of the library.

Right when his back disappeared into his study.

I noticed something on the carpet—

(Is that… blood?)

A shiver ran down my spine, and I immediately rushed to the study.

…

The study was filled with mountains of books — there Jude was, slouched in a chair at the center of the room, looking pale.

Kate: Jude… are you hurt…?

Jude: … Did I not say that no one is allowed in this room without my permission?

Jude: It’s just a scratch. Hurry up and get out.

Kate: Even if it’s only a small matter, I can’t leave an injured person alone. Let me help you treat your wound.

I approached Jude against his will and saw the piles of papers and documents on his desk.

Kate: … You shut yourself in your study every night. Just what exactly are you researching?

Kate: Is it also the reason why you were out late today…?

Jude: … So what if it is?

Kate: You’ll damage your health if you keep this up.

Kate: Putting your life at risk because of a promise… it's as though you’re the one who’s in danger, Jude.

Jude: … What?

Kate: — It’s like a curse.

Jude: Hah… you actually said it.

Without delay, a hand wrapped around my neck like a snake.

It was as if he wanted to remind me that he was the one who cursed me, and that my life was in his hands.

Kate: … ggh…

My collar was tightened, making me struggle to breathe.

Jude: Being cursed to death for the entirety of your long life over some stupid promise is a pretty big deal.

Jude: You’re worrying about me — and yet, you’ll still fall into a deep slumber tomorrow because of your curse. Have you forgotten all about that?

Jude: Go back to your room right now if you don’t want your head blown off, Princess.

He then slammed the door loudly in my face.

That’s right, before I knew it, my birthday was — tomorrow.

…

(At this rate, I’ll really fall into a deep sleep for 100 years, just like I’m cursed to.)

(Not knowing why Jude cursed me, what’s the missing piece in this world, nothing at all…)

While I was feeling restless and having difficulty sleeping, I suddenly heard the ear-piercing sound of glass shattering.

(Is someone attacking the castle again…?)

I should've been used to the noise by now, and yet… it felt especially unsettling this time.

(There are more voices and footsteps than usual today.)

(Ellis is staying overnight in a town at the foot of the mountain tonight to purchase some items, and Jude is injured.)

Kate: … [worried]

I quickly flew out of bed and ran into the hallway.

…

Jude: Tch… why did you come out here for? Go back to sleep.

Kate: Please don’t say such absurd things in the midst of this ruckus…

Soldier: Princess Kate!

(— Soldiers?!)

Kate: Why are you… I’ve already informed my father than I’m safe…!

Soldier: Your Highness, tomorrow is your last day as per your curse.

Soldier: His Majesty ordered us to take you back to the palace at once, as he wants to see your face for the last time!

(Father…)

Jude: — Unfortunately, the Princess won’t be going home with you.

As if hiding me from the soldiers downstairs, Jude pushed me down with one hand.

Kate: Jude? You’ll be treated as a traitor if you do this, and be an even greater target…

Jude: Hah, you’re worrying over nothing. Besides, you’ll die if you return to the palace now.

Kate: What…?

(What do you mean by that…? My curse is to fall into a deep sleep for 100 years when I prick myself on the spindle of a spinning wheel.)

But, just now, Jude clearly said that I would “die”.

Kate: Are you saying that there’s something else that could kill me, apart from my curse?

Jude: … The incompetency of the doctors at the palace.

Just then, I saw a blazing arrow flying towards Jude—

Kate: … Watch out…!

Jude: !?

In an attempt to shield him from it, I lost my balance—

Jude: … Kate!

— I fell headlong into the atrium, and into the arms of a soldier sent by my father.

Soldier: Princess Kate! Are you hurt!?

Kate: Is Jude…!?

I looked up at the mezzanine — Jude seemingly got distracted by my fall and was subdued by the soldiers.

Jude: Damn it… why did you fall, you idiot?!

Kate: … P-Please, he’s injured… please don’t be rough with him!

Soldier: We will be detaining him for the abduction and confinement of the Princess.

Kate: P-Please wait… listen to me—!

...

No one heard my cries… and we were brought to the palace in separate carriages.

(What should I do… Jude was captured because of me.)

Based on what I’ve read in books about how fairies are treated, I had a rough idea of Jude’s fate.

In place of overlooking his crimes, Jude would be forced to protect our country by attacking enemy countries.

(Jude still has a promise to fulfill…)

— “I won’t ever break this promise, even in death.”

Kate: …?

I thought I heard someone’s voice.

Immediately, the scenery before me distorted and I felt myself being pulled by some unknown force.

(W-Wha…? Did I hit my head—)

…

I shut my eyes tightly due to the dizziness, and when I opened them—

I found myself in an unfamiliar back alley.

(... Where is this place…?)

I saw that my reflection in a building’s windowpane appeared childlike, approximately 10 years old.

(Is this… me as a child?)

Judging from my dainty and expensive-looking dress, it was unlikely that this was the “me” who lived in England.

Right at that moment— the angry voices of a few grown-ups could be heard from outside the alley.

Man’s Voice: Get him! We want him alive!

Man’s Voice: You little pest… making things difficult for me—!

I peeked out of the alley and saw a little boy around my age being chased by a group of grown-ups.

He was covered in wounds; and his eyes looked like they had a roaring fire burning inside them, as if he bore a grudge against the entire world.

The boy was about to pass by the alley, when—

Kate: … Hide—!

Boy: Huh!?

I pulled him into the alley and heaved a sigh of relief as we hid behind a stack of wooden crates, listening to the footsteps of the grown-ups fade away into the distance.

Kate: … Looks like they’re gone now. Why were they after you? Are you hurt—?

Boy: … You don’t know me. I’m a wanted person throughout the country.

Kate: You are? But, why would they be after such a young child…

Boy: A young child? Aren’t you about the same age as me?

(Ah… could it be—)

Kate: Are you able to use magic?

Boy: — So what if I am?

The boy very clearly became increasingly wary of me.

I recalled the heartless words “children of fairies are often wanted as a valuable asset, thus they may be hunted down”.

Kate: Don’t worry, I won’t capture you.

Jude (The Little Boy): … Who knows if you’re telling the truth. Looking at your clothes, you probably a noble’s daughter or royalty. People with money and power are untrustworthy scums.

Kate: I’m telling you the truth! … I think that it’s wrong for someone to be wanted, targeted, and stripped of their freedom when they haven't committed a crime…!

I remembered Jude being attacked at his castle in the mountains nearly every day.

My words involuntarily came out of my mouth, expressing all the pent up frustration I had from my days spent at that castle.

Kate: Ah… sorry for raising my voice.

Boy: … Pfft, why apologise? It’s fine. I agree with you.

Boy: … And your face doesn't look like you’re capable of lying.

Boy: You don’t seem intelligent enough to fool someone for your personal gain— huh?

Boy: Oi, show me your face.

Kate: Huh? Wha—

He brought my face closer and examined it closely, seemingly trying to see something.

(His eyes… they look cold, yet so beautiful.)

Boy: Tch… you look like you have some kind of disease.

Kate: A disease…?

Boy: You have about 10 years left to live.

Kate: W-What…!? Are you saying that I’ll die in 10 years time…!?

Boy: I owe you for saving my life, I’m not going to let you die.

Boy: 10 years later when you’re about to die, I’ll make time stop.

Boy: I don't know how many years will it take to find a cure for your disease… 100 years should suffice.

Kate: H-Hold on… what do you mean by that?

Boy: You slow princess. I’m saying that I’ll save you. Go on and cry tears of gratitude for me.

Boy: I won’t ever break this promise, even in death.

The boy poked my forehead with a finger.

Boy: 10 years from now, you will prick your finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and fall into a deep sleep for 100 years.

Kate: W-Why do I have to prick my finger on a spindle…?

Boy: Maybe it’s just the way you look, who knows. Besides — you seem to enjoy pain.

His thin lips curled into a mocking smile.

Kate: — Have we ever met somewhere before…?

…

— I found myself back in the carriage I was forced into.

(That dream… it felt oddly real.)

I could still feel the sensation of a finger touching my forehead.

“Time is not irreversible, and space is not unchangeable. Like a complicated intertwining of threads, the past and the future, as well as different worlds can be connected.”

(The past and the present… connected…?)

I came to this world from England — and now, I have a promise with Jude from the past.

That idea should've been ridiculous, and yet the dots connected perfectly and formed a truth.

Kate: So, the present day Jude is currently imprisoned — and then there's the curse.

Kate: What about the promise we made just now…?

– Flashback Start –

King: … That night, you had a quarrel with me and ran away from the palace. You then lost your consciousness and collapsed in an alley.

– Flashback End –

Thinking about it made me finally understand why I had no memories of back then.

It was because the “me” who met the young Jude in the back alley, was “me” from the present day.

I came into this fairytale world, and made a promise with Jude from the past.

That’s why, before I met Jude from the past, I didn't have any memories of making that promise.

(But, still… I’m certain that I wasn't scared of the curse.)

(Because Jude didn't curse me out of spite.)

(He cursed me to buy time, so that a cure for my disease could be found.)

That means, according to the curse, I need to be pricked by a spindle.

It was the only way to fulfil our promise, which was for me to fall asleep and stop death from reaching me.

Kate: A spindle…

Kate: I have to look for a spindle—

[aemondsbeloved]

Helloooo, may I request headcanons about which words or actions that would make Aemond’s heart skip a beat? 💕

Like The Fairytales

summary: Aemond has a distaste for the romance in the fairytales the ladies of the court read, knowing someone’s heart could never skip a beat. At least he thinks it is impossible, until he meets you.

notes: this might be the fluffiest thing I've ever written. enjoy!

The very first time Aemond had met you was when your family had arrived in the Red Keep for a feast the King was hosting celebrating his elder brother’s name day celebration. Then you were just a lady from some house that Viserys was obliged to invite and he had not seen you until you were at the feast that eve.

When sitting at the high table he had done his best to ignore something Aegon was saying but in one of the tables far away he had notice a shimmer in the candlelight and the movement of hair as you had sat besides your family. Aemond was usually subtle, a master in observing without needing to be observed in return, so he had no fear as he looked at you for a moment. You were talking animately and your smile was a large grin as you turned to the young boy next to you and said something to him with what seemed to be a laugh.

Then you turned your head to slightly but it still led you to looking at him and Aemond stiffed, though he knew you could not tell from the distance. You did something he found strange, you smiled at him. It was no grin but a soft, kind smile that almost seemed... gentle to Aemond, as strange as that was. The ladies in the court looked away from him or only pretended to pay attention to him because he was a prince, both of which was something he found distasteful.

You did not strike him as the latter and you surely were not the former as you had not only looked right at him but smiled. It was very strange indeed, especially when the young boy you had been talking to before had nudged you with his elbow and said something that was a jape by the looks of it. It was only then that your eyes widened and you glanced on the young boy, and Aemond thought you almost looked flustered.

He ignored the feeling your stare and smile had incited and pretended that the light feeling in his heart usually so heavy was nonexistent.

Events like feasts such as these were not something that Aemond hated in itself but more so what came with it, dancing. He was a fine dance, proficient as he was in everything else he studied but he never did dance. Over the years he had rather begun to detest dancing at feasts. As usual at these celebrations he would do what duty begged him to and nothing more — he would dance with his mother and sister, one time each, then he would retreat back to the side of the hall until it was acceptable to leave.

He never had the urge to dance with a lady not when they were never interested. His elder brother danced plenty and the ladies of the court would flock to him even if they knew his reputation to be true. A drunken craven prince was more suitable than Aemond merely because of his scar and lack of two eyes. The bitterness this knowledge had grown in him was something he found comfort in. He did not need to be the prince whose hand every lord wanted for his daughter.

And yet, this eve he had wanted to dance with you and he might have enjoyed it if his mother had told him tomorrow how your father had asked Viserys to betroth you to him.

But when people had begun to move to the space in the middle of the hall to dance as music had started, Aemond had frowned and looked down at his plate still full. He had no intention of eating. Now, he felt the fool. He did not know your name and since when did he care for ladies of the court.

Helaena had insisted Aemond dance with her and he could not deny her but as soon as she switched to another dance partner he had turned from the crowd, intent on standing on the outskirts.

“You do not dance, my prince?” a voice so sweet had asked him and he moved to face you, the very person who would not leave his mind since he saw you his evening. again, he had ignored the way you made his heart nearly flutter like one of the characters in those idiotic romantic fairytales.

If you noticed his stiffness and lack of approachability, you did not make it known, merely tilting your head in the side, your hands clasped in front of your stomach as you wore that gentle smile.

“Only on occasion,” he replied and noticed how you did not seem fearful in his company. “Most ladies prefer my brother’s company.”

“They must have spent time with a different Prince Aegon than I then,” you smiled and he thought maybe you enjoyed the surprise on his face as you grinned. “Or perhaps they are all overly fond of wine. Either way, not to my taste and a drunkard makes for a poor dance partner.”

He should have reprimanded you for your words but instead he huffed a laugh. When you looked something close to flustered at his amusement with something near fondness in your eyes, he felt lighter and though he knew it to be impossible, he could have sworn his heart skipped a beat.

Aemond thought himself brave but when he knew your family would be leaving he did not say goodbye. It would be foolish, would it not? At least this is what Aemond told himself. Later in the afternoon he had promised to have supper with his mother and Alicent had given him a letter. “Lady Y/N had her handmaiden give this to Talia who gave it to me. It seems she wished for you to write her.”

“Who?” Aemond asked before he had the sense not to. When his mother smiled softly he realize this lady was the one he had talked to yesterday eve.

“The one you talked to at the feast,” she told him what he recalled now with happiness. “You forgot her name?”

“I did not ask for it,” he replied and felt foolish. This was not the order of things. The prince was supposed to ask for the lady’s name and he was supposed to ask her to dance. He was meant to ask to write her, not the other way around. He could get nothing right it seemed.

And yet the prospect of her wanting to write him set his heart fluttering no matter how much he pushed the feeling down. His mother surely saw the smile on his lips but did not say anything more.

The first letters sent were stiffly written on Aemond’s part but you always had much to say. Despite the one conversation you had he had learned all about you in — your interests, your homeland, your favorite colors, all of it. In turn, he had told you on his. How he enjoyed spending time with his sister, his favorite things to do were riding Vhagar and finding a new history his uncle Ormund would bring from the Citadel.

It was many moons before you arrived in the Red Keep again but this time Aemond had been there to greet your family. Again, your smile had seemed to captivate him and he had barely hidden his own joy upon seeing you. Later when you had taken his arm and walked with him through the castle, all the while animatedly talking to him about everything, he had realized this was the first time he had held you near. As slight and minimal as the touch was he nearly felt lightheaded and his chest felt tight in way almost pleasant if it weren’t for the lack of control.

That night when he laid on his bed he wondered if this was love was, being weak and embracing it. Was it surrendering your heart to someone even if they would step on it? Even when he woke the next morning Aemond realized that what love was when all he could think about was seeing you.

He would ask you to stroll the gardens today, he decided. He would ask if you had affections for him and if you would agree if he asked his father to betroth you two. Aemond had not felt sure of much in his life so far, not like he was sure you would agree to this.

When he posed the question later by the rose bush you had commented you adored in one letter, you looked much like you did the first time he saw you in the hall, eyes widened and looking flustered. Only now you have an air of happiness around you as you smiled sweetly at him and told him that was all you wanted, to be his.

Perhaps it was possible for his heart to skip a beat, Aemond decided. He forgot propriety as he wrapped his arms around your waist and brought you close, kissing you on the lips with what he tried to convey as love. When you kissed him back, placing a hand on his chest and the other on his shoulder Aemond was sure you loved him too, now more than ever.

For the first time Aemond was looking forward to the feast this eve. He even wanted to go dancing.

reblogs and comments are always appreciated!! <3

[milknhonies]

Spirit of Christmas Past

Masterlist || Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3

Chapter Summary: You are greeted by the Spirit of Christmas and he decides to confront your past and punish your stubborn behaviour.

Pairing: Chris Evans x f!reader

Chapter Warnings: 18+ Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Dubious Consent, Manipulation, Dead Parents Description, Verbal Abuse, P in V sex, Rough Sex, Choking, Fingering, Humiliation, Heart Break, Ghosts, Swearing, Alcoholic Use, Classism.

Word Count: 9k

A/N: Please to all readers, understand I don't have a beta editor and I can miss some mistakes because most my typing is on the bus to work when I get the time to write. ALSO this is my attempt at the naughty or nice challenge using: 18. “If you didn’t want this, you’d behave.” @the-slumberparty an event challenge created by @navybrat817 & @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

12:59am 25th December 2023, New York City.

Among the nothingness of sleep, you could hear in the distance the sound of little bells jingling. You groaned, cracking your eyes open slowly. The sound was becoming more persistent and volumed.

It was freezing! The management still hadn’t fixed the heating system. You shivered and dug deeper into the duvet layers of your bed. You reached for your phone to check the time.

“Merry fucking Christmas,” you grumbled before rolling over onto your back. All memory of Marlene’s visit had disappeared from your mind.

You stared up at the plain ceiling. Your eyes grew hazy while your mind dissociated into thought. A single tear rolled from your eye.

God, you hated Christmas so much. You tried ignoring all the years. You tried pushing back the pain. You tried thinking about your jobs and tasks still incomplete. You tried not to think about how lonely you were, how unfulfilled you felt deep down. A mean tug at your chest made you hiss.

The ceilings image morphed into spots and shapes of different kinds...and when you chose to focus your eyes you could see the flecks of shadow clashing with light, wrapping and drawing out the shape of a person walking towards you.

You leant back and felt the mattress still under you. What you were seeing had to be part of some strange dream. You concluded you’d fallen back to sleep.

Gravity didn’t apply in this scenery.

The ceiling opened up, glowing in a soft calming light. The figure kept walking it’s way towards you. The closer he got the more you could acknowledge his face and good looks. He was lean and clean shaven, a depiction of youth. His hair was the colour of dark roasted chestnuts. He wore a white sweater.

‘Woah, what a weird dream...but look at how handsome he is.’

As if he heard your thoughts loud and clear he smiled with sparkling white teeth. Still unsure of reality, you lifted your hand up high to the ceiling. He did the same. He reached out with his palm out.

Your finger tips touched and you gasped at how warm and inviting he felt. Your mind ran filthy. You bit your bottom lip before lurching off the bed to the ceilings opening window into the handsome man’s arms. You swore you knew him. Something about that smile. You couldn’t place it though. Butterflies filled your insides.

His eyes were a blue that matched mountains. His cheeks sharp and strong but that smile was ageless.

You shyly bit the tip of your finger and giggled, “Kiss me.”

He cupped your face and accepted your advance without hesitation. His lips leant forward and met your starved mouth.

He was slow, sweet like vanilla. He pulled away and nibbled at your lips, sucking and licking with you. He was perfect. You were the first to pull away, panting and mewling. Your body rubbed up against his again. One of his arms cupped your back while his other hand cupped your cheek and ran his thumb over your bottom lip.

You felt his muscles, his hot body. His arms tightly held you, protecting you from the world and claiming you as his.

In your head this all made sense. Deep down you had met before, but where...God where had you met him? It ached not knowing fully.

Pulling away you moaned, “Fuck me. Please.”

You took his ginormous hands and pressed them against your breasts. Only a thin piece of satin separated your skin to his skin. You knew he’d be able to feel your nipples pebbling under his palms.

You kissed and nibbled along his jaw, panting, “I’m not wearing anything underneath.” And that was true. You underwear had gone missing after you had played with your toy while imagining a rape play scene. You looked up at him with doe eyes fluttering. Your fingers pinched the hem of your night gown. He smirked, his fingers danced up your thighs, and by your surprise....he forced your hem down.

His eyes burned bright blue, almost glowing as the world around you both faded black. His head shook lightly at you, his wet lips parted, and he whispered into the open air, “Be not afraid Y/N as I shine the light on your past.”

Your head jerked back, your eyes squinted, ‘What the fuck?’

The question filled your mind and escaped through your lips, “Who are you?”

The handsome stranger rubbed his thumbs into your palms and said with heralding tones, “I am he who sees past, present and future tidings upon the grandeur of Christmas day. I am The Spirit of Christmas. But you…may call me Chris.”

“Chris?” You blinked and rebuffed in an fit of laughter. You shook your head, disbelieving and feeling that heat of anger rise.

“The Spirit of Christmas,” you cackled, “I really did have too much to drink to be having weird dreams like this. You kiss me and tell me that you’re some mystic being?”

His lips flicked up, bemused, “You asked for that kiss, I merely obliged such a sweet request.”

Humiliation bloomed in the pit of your belly. You felt hot in the face and grit your teeth.

His thumbs ran over the pulse of your wrists, his eyes were crowned in a false innocence.

Your eyes glowered in seconds, “Go fuck yourself, Chris,” you fumed.

You shoved his hands away and turned around trying to imagine something else, hoping the dream would change or you would wake up. You stumped short and jumped back as your path was blocked by a horrific sight. A naked woman in the darkness, chained and kneeling at your feet. Marlene.

The memories flood back into your mind. Her ethereal form floating your bed with her frozen heart and warning words. Except she was no ghost in this form. She was hauntingly thin like a skeleton, the loos skin of her belly and breasts hung down, her skin was discoloured and sickly, her cheeks hallowed and her hair thin, balding. Her teeth were black, gums rotten, her chest made this awful whistling noise as she struggled to breath. Her finger nails were red and cracked. She was chained to the floor. She looked up at you with sad bloodshot eyes, shaking her head at you.

“Go with him Y/N, he is your last chance…” she shivered as if a cold wind had prickled her flesh. Her head hung low.

His heavy hand laid down bearing weight onto your shoulder. You gasped and looked back at him with fear. His face appeared mournful as he acknowledged Marlenes decrypted state. Those blue eyes you were enchanted by moments ago sent an icy chill down your spine as his attention turned to you.

“Come,” he softly beckoned, “Let this soul pay it’s penance…”

You licked your dry lips and tried to keep your cool without revealing your fear. You nodded, not chancing your voice breaking in an exchange. His palm held back out to you. You glared at him. With defeat and the tiniest tremble in your fingers, you finally tucked your hand into his, feeling his warm fingers wrap around you, you had to admit, it felt nice. He squeezed it softly and walked, guiding you away from the living corpse of Marlene’s soul.

After some time of walking away until Marlenes image disappeared.

The shadows felt literally heavy, weigh you down in what felt like a fight against gravity. You recalled a time you trudged through the snow up to your waist. It felt like this, yet there was only silence.

His hand was still wrapped around yours, tugging you forward mercilessly.

You felt like you could have tripped in the black abyss.

“Sp-spirit?” you finally dared to ask, “Spirit…where are you taking me?”

And then he stopped. You could hear his sigh and felt the air around you grow colder. This sexy dream had quickly turned into a foreboding nightmare. A flame of light flickered in the palm of his other hand, it was like supernatural magic.

He pulled you in closer and his other hand came around and slapped your backside.

You shrieked and tried shoving him back, “Ow! What the hell! That hurt!”

He chortled, “Yes, the past can hurt, especially yours,” his finger scratched under your chin, “But it can also heal if you learn from it.”

The floor beneath your feet disappeared and you both plummeted into the darkness again. You screamed as your belly lifted up into your chest. You squeezed your eyes shut and felt the spirit hug you tighter, your fingers desperately squeezed the wool of his sweater.

And then the falling stopped, and your screaming died down into violent pants. He still held you and then placed you softly down onto the ground below your feet.

His smile was gentle, “Here we are.”

05:00pm Christmas Eve, 1999, Texas, Austin.

Finally, you dared to open your eyes. Your hands were still clawed into his thick sweater when you looked around at your surroundings. It was a living room inside a trailer home. Red tinsel had been taped to walls. A small Christmas tree stood in the corner between the space of a couch and a basinet. Poorly drawn pictures of baubles, stars, Santa and elves had been scattered over the floor.

‘Ugh.’ Christmas decorations…but no, hold on…you knew this place.

And a soft hum of Jingle Bells filled your ears. You gasped. You knew who it belonged to in an instant. You let go of the Spirit and looked behind you.

A woman in the kitchen was opening a packet of biscuits, placing each one on a plastic plate. She was younger than you while sharing a likeness in appearance. The home smelt like gingerbread while she began to pour a cup of milk. She placed the cup on the small coffee table, sighing as she ran her palm over the swell of her protruding belly under her dress.

“M-mom?” you said shakily, “Mom is that…oh god mom! I missed you so much.”

You raced forward with your arms spread wide, seeking to hug her. As you closed your arms around her, you stumbled and fell hard to the floor onto your knees.

“Fuck!” you hissed and heard the mocking snicker come from the Spirit.

You twisted your body and sat back on your hands. You looked up and back at your mother, confused and dazed. Her feet were not on top of you, standing on you, but rather, she was standing inside and walking through you. You jumped in fright and crawled backwards, watching how she walked through you transparently.

“M-mom?” you whimpered, scared and confused. When she didn’t answer your voice filled with panic, “Mom!”

The Spirit, holding his hands behind his back chuckled, looking between you both.

You shouted, “What the hell is wrong with her!?”

His laughter pulled back and he hummed with a smile, “There’s nothing wrong, she can’t see you or hear you. These are but shadows of things that have been. They have no consciousness of us.”

She totally ignored you as she lowered herself onto the couch.

The Spirit held his hand out to you to help you up from the floor. You slapped it away and used the wall for stability. He didn’t appear offended or surprised by your viperous habits. You shoved past him and fell to your knees in front of her.

“Mom?” you said a little more gently.

You reached out to touch her shoulder. Your fingers went straight through her. Your eyes watered. She looked up from her belly and her lips spread into her perfect smile. Her eyes glittered, “Honey, can you please grab the cookies for Santa?”

Your face lit up and you nodded desperately, scooting back off your knees to fetch the cookies from the small kitchenette, but before you could step forward, you heard the tiny squeak of a child, “Okay, mommy!”

And from the corner of your eye you saw her... next to the tree was a little girl in a plaid dress and pig tails with plaid scrunchies, laying on her belly, kicking her feet back in forth with a crayon in her little chubby hand scribbling a poor drawing of a reindeer. It looked more like a cow with antlers.

“Is that…”

The little girl crawled to her feet and skipped to the kitchen, she looked so small compared to the plate she carried back to the living room and placed it onto the coffee table proudly put the beside the milk.

You stood up and took a small step back. You bumped into the Spirits chest, “Is that me?”

He laid his hand on your lower back. He watched you watching your much younger self.

He hummed, “Yes, you were seven years old here I believe.”

‘Yes, just before Caroline was born.”

Your mom leant forward and grabbed the little girl by the waist, tugging her back and peppered kisses all over her small giggling face while her fingers tickled her sides until she begged her to stop.

“Love you my little troublemaker,” she whispered against the tiny cheek.

“I love you too mommy,” you and your younger self said in sync. This, the Spirit noted with a calm expression. He walked around the room. The smaller girl version of yourself ran through him as he perched himself on the arm of couch and cocked his head at the drawings scattered along the floor.

“You had talent, you know?” he mused.

A slam of the front door made you jump. Your father with a big welcoming grin came home shortly after. The little girl cheered excitedly, running off to show him the drawing she drew for him. He picked her up and threw her in the air before catching her again despite the disapproving look your mother gave him.

“Daddy! Daddy! Look!” the little girl said giving him the picture, “Merry Christmas!”

He laughed with pure mirth and delight, his eyes squinted at the image, and he nodded.

You smirked; he had no fucking clue what the kid version of you had drawn.

“It’s beautiful babygirl, it’s ah…ah…”

He glanced over at your mother who mouthed the word back, “Reindeer.”

His eyes widened and his voice lilted, “A reindeer! Just for me!? Thankyou sweetheart,” he kissed her cheek, “I can’t wait to show all my friends this at work.”

He placed her safely down on the floor and walked over to your mother before sitting on the couch beside her. He put the picture on the coffee table and leant in to kiss his wife. Child you turned away and stuck out her tongue, in total disgust because ‘boys kissing girls was gross!’

“And how’s mommy been?” your father purred, laying a hand on her belly, his thumb lazily rubbed back and forth.

“Tired,” she groaned, “Little peanut is coming any day now. I can feel her kicking my rib cage, I think she’s planning her escape and wants to rocket out,” she breathed hard, her hand softly laced into her, holding it over the spot where your baby sister was kicking her feet.

You chewed your bottom lip and glanced at the Christmas Spirit who was grinning at the little girl in her pig tails and plaid.

You felt strange. And the strangeness was uncomfortable. Nausea filled your tummy.

“If this is a memory of just the past, “ you started wobbly, “Does that mean...everything is the same as it once was?”

“Yes, that’s right,” acknowledged the Spirit.

You smirked, “Good.” You twisted around on your heel and marched down the hallway that connected to your tiny bedroom.

A small surprised noise escaped you at seeing how pink and purple everything was coloured. On the walls was a my little pony poster. On your floral bed covers was your favourite Bratz doll. You sat down on the tiny bed and sighed before burying your face into your hands.

You tried sneezing. You tried slapping your face. You even got up and started doing jumping jacks. You would do anything to try and wake yourself up! A tiny knock broke your concentration, and you gasped coming face to face with the Spirit of Christmas. He was leaning against the doorway, holding back his laughter.

You sneered at him and sat back on the bed, panting softly. You tried remembering his name; calling him Spirit felt tedious.

“Chris was it?” you spat mockingly, “Is that because your name's Christmas?”

He dug his hands into his pockets, his smile unfaltered, “Nah, I just liked the name, it fits. My real name you wouldn’t be able to say because it hasn’t been said by the tongue of man.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Yea okay whatever,” you dismissed sourly, “So, what the fuck is this? Huh? Is this some kind of sick game, are you trying to hurt me?”

Your throat grew tight. You couldn’t believe what was happening and why of all people this was happening to you. What did he even want? Was this just some insane plot to blackmail you?

“Well, guess what,” your chin jerked out at him, “I’m not scared, I’m not hurt. In fact I’m thrilled!” you showed off your laughter, forced from your lungs.

His smile softened, “Ah, but why is your lips trembling? And...what’s that I see?”

He took a large step forward and stood above you. You laid back, flinching at his hand reaching down to you face. Your heart thudded loudly.

His finger was hot on your cheek, it rolled up and brushed your skin. He pulled back the finger, rolling it into his knuckle and moved it between your eyes to show you something

On his finger was a drop of moisture.

“A tear?” he whispered, “What ever for?”

Your face felt hot and you blinked away the others that escaped your lashes, you sucked in a deep breath and rubbed your nose.

You let out a fake nervous laugh, “Please, you think I’m crying? Have you not seen how dusty this house his? I’m just having allergies.”

Little did you know, the Spirit could see beyond your lies.

He sat down beside you on your bed and placed his large hand on your knees.

You felt vulnerable. You didn’t want him here, you didn’t want to be here. And what was worse was his silence. He did not speak for a long while. The only noises were the sounds of the little girl and her parents in the living room.

You sighed and looked at the floor. You missed this point in your life. Things were simpler. You were so oblivious to the world and it’s harms.

“Your father sounds incredibly proud,” The Spirit said, his thumb ran over your skin.

Your eyes fluttered and you nodded.

“Did you know he told you the truth? About your picture?”

You eyed him cautiously.

He snapped his fingers and your bedroom faded into an office space. You were sitting on a dark oak desk. Seeing the boxy computer with twistable speakers struck you with nostalgia.

11:00am 26th December, 1999, Texas, Austin.

Your dad came through the office door, holding a piece of paper. Your picture.

He pinned it to a cork board and one of his colleagues that followed him in jokingly asked, “What’s with the Picasso cow?”

Your dad huffed back, “Hey man, it’s a reindeer and for your information, my daughter made it for me. And I’m lucky to have it. What did your kids get you?”

The coworker snorted and muttered under his breath, “A phone call asking about Child support, always check if the condom is ripped my friend.”

The two men left, bantering between each other.

You looked at the photo of your dad, your mom, seven year old you and a baby Caroline. It was a Polaroid taken in the hospital. Your mom had little Caroline just before the new year. You all looked so happy. You loved being a big sister, you couldn’t stop leaving baby Caroline alone, eager for her to grow up and become your best friend. Were there times she annoyed you? Yes, she was your sister after all. But Caroline had a heart of gold.

The Spirit touched the photo and asked with mirth, “Such a beautiful family...whatever happened?”

You didn’t answer. You slid off the desk and marched out of the office door only to somehow walk right back inside...you gasped and turned back around but when you opened the door to leave it was like staring into a mirroring space.

You poked your head out of the office only for it to be poking back inside through the same door.

It was the strangest paradox that you had come to find.

The Spirit sucked his teeth and shook his head, “Yea, funny that...so here’s the deal...you are going to follow my rules.”

‘Asshole doesn’t know what a deal is.’

He stood away from the cork board and sat down in your father’s rolling desk chair, stacking his feet up onto the wood loudly.

Your hands protectively wrapped around yourself. His pupils seemed to expand and shrink quickly like a cat. Your skin crawled.

“What rules?” You scoffed, “Are these a part of your test?”

He nodded once, “Yes. See for this whole thing to work, you have to comply and participate...meaning,” he shoved away from the desk and launched from the chair to walk fast towards you, causing you to walk backwards and hit the wall behind you, his hand grabbed and squeezed your jaw, from his teeth he seethed, “When I ask a question.. you answer it. Or I could just leave you here...forever.”

Your eyes watered, your chest heaved sporadically, “L-leave me here?”

His eyes fluttered, “Oh I’m sorry, you didn’t think this would have consequences?” His nose pressed to yours as he remarked, “Your little friend Marlene is stuck haunting your apartment for that reason. She’s stuck in a loop in which she can never escape. She gets to watch you everyday moving into her apartment and moving all her possessions around. I could leave you here and do the same. I could let you re-watch your father hang up your picture for eternity.”

His bright blue eyes darkened almost totally black. At that point you couldn’t tell if he was a good spirit or an unholy one.

You swallowed hard with a whimper and squeezed shut your eyes. His hot breath tickled your ear.

“I can be merciful...so...” his thumb rubbed over your bottom lip, peeking out from your eyes you thought he might kiss you, “Let’s try again...”

When he released you and turned back to the cork board he clicked his fingers. You collapsed from the wall to your knees, too weak and shaky to hold you up after his dominant spell. Piles of work paper flew around the room, around his head, his eyes raced over the pages, the words turned glowing gold as he read over them with his supernatural powers.

“Your family looked stable enough for their poor income. You lived a decent childhood...” He looked over his shoulder, his eyes hard and demanding, “What happened that changed it all?”

You bowed your head cowering as you whispered, “You already know.”

The papers that swirled in a storm around him floated softly down to the floor in front of you. The ink of the printed words began morphing into swirling shapes and colours.

The Spirit said, “I’d like it if you told me. That’s how this works. We analyse what really happened compared to what you think happened.”

Your eyes stared at the colours in the ink rise, painting the image of a snow covered alley way from nightmares years ago. You gasped. Your mother, you and your sister were all walking down from the entrance. You clenched the front of your nightgown and desperately blabbered into begging. Tears ran down your face. It didn’t take much effort knowing what was to come.

“Please don’t make me watch it.”

You tried to move the papers away but the pages fought back in nasty stinging paper cuts.

Your covered your face and eyes before hearing the mystic being bellow, “Put your hands down!”

Half screaming you sobbed, “No, please! I can’t do it! Please!”

You stood up on your feet and threw yourself into him. He did not hold you and let you fall at his feet. He did crouch down and rub both his thumbs over your snot covered lip.

“Please,” you choked, his finger pressed to you mouth. He shook his head and softly hushed you. He cupped the back of your neck and moved his mouth to ghost along your lips.

You hiccuped and opened your mouth, waiting for him to just conquer a kiss. He almost did with how his tongue tickled your lips and teeth when he icily repeated, “Dont forget I can leave your here. And you can watch it over and over and over. Be a good girl. Tell me what happened.”

He sat on the floor and tugged you into his arms and lap. You buried your face into his neck and hiccupped again.

“C-caroline was nine and I was sev-seventeen...Mom took us Christmas shopping. We were gonna buy something for Dad. A watch. A really fucking nice watch because dad had a big promotion in New York coming up...on our way back home, a drunken asshole with a broken bottle threatened to kill us if we didn’t give him our bags. We complied and mom made sure to step in front of us. He got angry because it wasn’t a Rolex...he then...”

You broke down again and clenched Chris’ white sweater tightly. His fingers raced up and down your spine slowly and tempered, hushing you until you managed to start talking again.

“What did this man do?”

The pages turned dark burgundy red.

Your but your bottom lip and sniffled, “He punched the broken bottle into Moms’ belly. It was so sharp it cut through her jacket, her skin and fat all the way into her liver. There was nothing Caroline and I could do. We tried to stop the bleeding with our coats. But When paramedics arrived ....she had bled to death. I watched her choke on it.”

You wiped your tears and snot across his shoulder, the soft wool soaked it up. His strong hands pulled you closer into him. You straddled his hips, curling your legs around his back. Your night gown hem rose up around your nude hips. His body was so warm. He was like a blanket around you.

“She died, protecting us,” you gulped, “She died over a fucking watch because some greedy homeless drunk wanted money for some booze.”

The Spirit clucked his tongue, “Your mother passed and your father?”

Your tears had calmed down significantly, you covered yourself to sit on his thigh instead of balancing on just his lap. You twisted your body and stared at the moving pictures on the papers.

Your dad came to image. The black beneath his eyes and the sunken cheeks were not the man you wished to remember. He lit a cigarette and pressed a bottle to his lips.

“Dad got his promotion and we moved to Manhattan but...Mom’s death really took a toll on him.”

You were making paper angels on the floor with your sister. You hung them up together in her room. There was no Christmas tree. It was the Christmas after your mom’s death and before you left for college. It was the last Christmas you shared with Caroline.

The sweet ten year old was wise and emotionally matured than others her age. It was how she processed your moms death. Caroline at only ten was able to keep you and your father from experiencing more heart ache and grief.

You watched the two girls climbed under a blanket and play with a flashlight. You pushed over her wrist a rubber band loomed bracelet with her favourite colours. She gave you three fruity scented rubbers and a pencil she had been rewarded by her teacher at school.

“I used that pencil until the tip was impossible to hold,” you whispered and felt Chris’ warm wet lips press against your temple, he rocked you like you were the most fragile thing in the room. Maybe you were.

“She still keeps your rubber band bracelet in her bedside table...she wore it to the birth of your nephew,” The spirit stated.

You choked and cupped your hand over your mouth. You hadn’t cried so hard and so much in years not since-

“And then you left for College.”

You sucked in a deep and painful breath. You nodded and clenched your hand into a fist.

“College wasn’t so bad. I had my fun like everyone else,” you lied.

“Did you?” Chris smirked, “Let’s have a look at that then? Shall we?”

8:00pm 23rd December, 2012, New York University.

Your father’s desk morphed into a pool table.

It was the party of the season. Sororities and fraternities came together. You weren’t a member of a sorority. You chose to believe stand offishly that sororities were of a hive cult mind. It wasn’t worth networking in such a unnecessary club and housing.

You didn’t have friends in college either. You didn’t make yourself approachable. Always sitting at the front of the class room and never smiling. You were the dedicated pupil and that made you into the coldest fish of the school.

Your professors approval and marks is all you cared about. The more successful, the more opportunities and the more chances of gaining success enough to maybe look after your little sister. That originally was the goal.

You watched with Chris as a gaggle of Kappa delta girls giggled passed by a young girl no older than nineteen holding a red cup close to her chest. She looked disdainful and tired. She was wearing a basic white thankyou with a cotton scarf and jeggings. Thick black glasses at on the edge of your nose. You laughed awkwardly looking at the past youth. Your recalled your hipster phase in college but didn’t remember you looking this horrendous and mismatched. Your hair...you shuddered. You never did that style again.

“Fun party!” Chris called over your shoulder. He wore a red Christmas hat and in the crook of his lip was a party blower. The lights and music were obnoxiously jolly and hip hop rap remixes found on YouTube. You know YouTube? When it’s common the iPhone one was still a little television and not the red play button we know today. So many people were growing nuts over these two Neanderthals on a channel called “Smosh” at the time, maybe they were trying to mimic that movie of dipshits called Jack Ass.

Yes...party...you had been invited and you almost said no...but your mother’s death anniversary was coming up and you felt it appropriate to seek the comfort of other people and illicit items to take the pain away for a night. The young woman continued to help herself to the eggnog, standing right beside the table, spooning the goop into her red cup

You tried forgetting about the drunk monster that stabbed your mother all those years ago.

“A naughty freshman?” Chris chuckled, breaking you away from your thoughts.

He floated to the eggnog bowl and grinned,.“Barely a woman and breaking the rules, I wouldn’t have pegged you as a rebel.”

You rolled your eyes, “Hardly,” before walking over to sit on the edge of the pool table. Some guys were playing with their cues and balls. They walked through you as they passed by. One of them you remembered very well and tried your best to not acknowledge.

“It’s how you met him though...isn’t it?” said Chris, looking between the young woman and a young man playing at the table.

The man was handsome. Tall and dark. His eyes a burnt burgundy that sent the younger you thrills down your spine.

The young woman leaning in her corner and sipping her sorrows away was eyeing the game keenly. It looked...fun.

The very ass she looked upon was found and shaped with strong thighs and calf’s under those denim jeans. The ass belonged to a man. And that man turned around once he caught her staring in the corner of his eye.

He smirked and finished the game before swaggering over your way. Even now you still admired how good looking he was.

Chris was looking him up and down, smiling and cockily mimicking the walk but this time back to you so you could both watch the events of your forlorn past.

“Hey, aren’t you in my maths class?” The man asked leaning over her with just his right arm.

She ignored him initially, shrugging as a reply.

He chuckled, “You’re that weird chick that sits at the front right?”

Her eyes flickered back and her lip curdled, “And you’re that obtuse moron that doesn’t know the difference between algebra and calculus equations?”

Chris chuckled, “There you are. I was wondering when you’d come out to play.”

You felt a twinge ashamed. Is that how others saw you all the time? An uptight, haughty bitch? You remained quiet.

“Well...I find I act my dumbest when I’m around beautiful ladies,” said the confident man, “I get all nervous and stuff.”

“Nervous and stuff?” She repeated slowly, flicking her tongue deliberately against her teeth to sound out each precious syllable.

God, it made you cringe to watch yourself.

He leant in closer and pressed his nose to hers, his eyes glanced up and he said heatedly, “You’re standing beneath a mistletoe.”

Before he could officially kiss her, Chris clapped his hands and world the room around. He grabbed your wrist and made sure to stand you on his shoes as the people and party disappeared into books on shelves.

4:00pm 23rd December, 2013, New York University.

The pool table melted down into the shape of a smaller desk and chair. That same girl was sitting at it with her head in a book and her pen against the page. The sky outside was dark. It was snowing lightly beyond the windows.

That man from the party now wore a dark blue jumper and sweatpants, he wandered up beside her, sipping a starbucks milkshake.

She moved the thick black rim glasses from her face. Her fingertips rubbed circles into her eyes before returning back to the important reading material. Dark shadows bagged beneath her eyes.

“You were a dedicated student,” said Chris, his hands lingered up your spine and wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You nodded. You were.

The loud sucking of the man’s Starbucks cup made her slap the book close.

With her tight voice she snootily scolded him, “You know you’re not allowed food and drink in the library.”

He smirked, “Whatcha gonna do miss goodie goodie? Gonna tell on me? Gonna take my drink away?” he shook it, the ice cubes rattled I side.

He chuckled and chewed the straw. His eyes glanced at you up and down.

“Youre kinda hot...in a weird nerdy way you know?” he chuckled.

Both younger you and the you if now rolled your eyes and scoffed. But you knew the younger version was naive and how so many of those one liner comments got you into the most destructive relationship of your life.

The young man stole her book from the desk and ran off with it. Her shriek became laughter as she quickly collected her bag and pencils to chase after him.

The Spirit held you when he stood behind you His hands cradled your arms and hip, rocking you slowly, side to side. He watched the interaction of two young people deep into their puppy love with a great fascination over his face.

“Who was the handsome beau?”

“Anthony Mackie...the schools best hockey player and class clown idiot,” you muttered.

Chris hummed with pleased curiosity, “Is that all?”

You grabbed at his wrists and squeezed them tightly. You pressed your head back into his chest and sighed.

“He was my boyfriend,” you said quietly to Chris.

The library seemed to fast forward. Outside the seasons changed from winter, spring, summer fall and back to winter again. She was sitting back in the same desk again. Her eyes were still tired and now she wore a little more makeup to conceal it. Her eyes were glued to the pages, racing to read and write notes. Her ipod shuffle earphones were half broken, crackling each time unless you held the cord in a specific way.

And a soft humming slipped from her lips, totally immersed in her study.

“Oh, oh, where do we begin? The rubble or our sins?”

Chris side glanced you and you side glanced him. Without the music, her crackly voice just sounded like a dying bird.

“And the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love. Grey clouds roll over the hills bringing darkness from above.”

“An awful drawer and a terrible deaf tone singer,” he laughed, “I didn’t think I would learn so much about the things you’re bad at.”

You had to admit, he was right. You stomped hard onto his foot. His lips puckered and his eyes squeezed in his silent pain.

“Oops,” you feigned ignorance, “Guess I’m bad at watching my step too.”

“But if you close your eyes,” she sang a little louder and you felt that second hand humiliation wave through you hard, “Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all? And if you close your eyes..Does it almost feel like you’ve been here befor-”

Behind her, Anthony came whistling around a corner and stuck his head into the study nook, stealing her head phone from her ear and kissed her cheek hard.

She smiled and just as quickly frowned.

“C’mon babe,” said Anthony, “Sebastian’s throwing a killer basement bash for the holidays. Let’s go to the party.”

The college girl laughed mockingly at her boyfriend, “I’m sorry, did you forget that we have a test tomorrow? I don’t have time to go out wasting it away with your degenerate friends.”

Chris hands sneakily ran down over your thighs and slipped beneath the night gown to cup your belly. Your breath hitched. You couldn’t tell if you were aroused or disgusted anymore. Why of all times and places was he groping you now?!

“Baby,” the hockey player sighed, “You’re the smartest chick I know. I’m sure you’ll pass tomorrow. A little bit of dancing and drinking won’t change that.”

“No,” she firmly hissed and turned her head back to your book. Anthony’s chest deflated.

“Anthony just wanted to party all the time,” you scoffed to Chris, “He was so horny and stupid I can’t believe I actually dated him.”

He gave you a side ways glance, his thumb rubbed tiny circles into your skin.

“So you dumped him?” he asked looking between you and your younger studying self.

Sheepishly you looked away and shrugged, “...not exactly...it’s complicated.”

“Enlighten me,” he whispered into your ear, kissing your cheek after.

Your body grew warmer by the second especially in places you wouldn’t have guessed. Your insides felt alive and buzzing. It was so wrong.

“...I...” Anthony paused and took a few moments to break out his voice, “I can see your studies are more important than me, huh? We haven’t hung out in ages and...you’re never taking a break from study to enjoy life with me... Is this really more important? I mean, c’mon...” his eyes softened, “It’s almost Christmas break.”

And it was violent. You jumped watching her turn and announce cold cuttingly, “As a matter of fact, this is. I don’t have time to waste on dumb doornail guys when I need to succeed. I guess I can’t expect a hopeless hockey player to understand. Go skate on some ice and hit a put, it’s not like you’ll be able to feed your future family.”

His eyes widened.

Your eyes widened.

Her eyes darkened with scornful hate.

He kissed her head and shook his head, he whispered, “Merry Christmas Y/N. I wish you nothing but the world in your palm, I just won’t be in it.” He stood away shakily. Tears were pearled in his eyes as he walked away leaving her to her own devices. She grunted and went back to her studies... The next morning you had earned the top score of the class.

You knew the break up was quick, you didn’t remember saying such a mean thing to the guy you had fallen mad head over hill in love with.

You couldn’t believe you had been so cruel.

But you had. And there was nothing you could do to take it back. It happened. It was done. Finished.

And Anthony did nothing wrong except invite you to a party, a party you never went to, a party where he met his future wife.

“Spirit remove me from this place,” you choked as your chest began trembling.

Chris hushed you and kissed the side of your head, “It’s alright, I told you before, these are merely shadows of the past, things that have been.”

He wiped the unwilling tears coursing down your cheek.

You shook your head and wailed, “I don’t fucking care! Remove me! Take me somewhere else!”

A vile sobbing wail screamed from your lips. You didn’t know where it had come from. Your knees gave way and you fell, Chris’ arm caught your waist in time and laid you down across the carpet.

The vision of time phased away to the darkness. You felt your heart get louder, fearing the unknown pitch black. His hot hand cupped your cheek and you found yourself cowering into his chest.

1:40am 25th December, 2023, New York City.

There was a faint light in the area around you. Dim and blue. Your eyes struggled to open...you lifted your head from what you originally believed was Chris’ chest. Yet it revealed to you quickly that the warmth was only your soft pillows. You were back in your own bedroom again. The sheets has been wrapped around your waist and legs.

You didn’t know how to feel. You just cried. You buried your head and sobbed. You missed your mother and the father you once had. You missed Anthony and regretted how much you might’ve hurt him. And you missed being touched...you missed Chris’ warm hands holding you and the foolish grin he wore. You barely knew up but you mourned his existence that might’ve not been real at all.

Sitting up sniffling and sighing hard, you got out of your bed and walked to your kitchen. You reached for your coffee machine and paused. No, you need something stronger. You went to the fridge and grabbed the bottle of wine from earlier. You intended to finish the damn thing and forget everything for a while.

Turn back around you returned to your room to lay back in your three thousand dollars bedsheets...

Except you didn’t recall buying him too.

Chris, still here. Now laying across your very luxuriously soft duvet. He made it dramatically obvious, running his cheek into your pillow smelling the essence of your tears.

Your spine shot up and down hot. You tried not to smile. You were pleased he was here. You didn’t know where he came from or where he was hiding before but seeing him again welcomed something into your cold heart.

His eyebrows wiggled, “Oh, Merlot? For me? You shouldn’t have.”

You hummed feigning your displeasure, “Its Pinot Noir... I didn’t think you’d be so uncultured.”

He chuckled, looking down at the soft fabrics he was pinching, “Yea, well I’m probably more knowledgeable on hot chocolate and eggnog more than anything.”

He pat the spot beside him, inviting you to sit on your own bed. You felt it was ironic and ludicrous.

“Maybe...anyway...don’t you have somewhere else to be? Someone else to bother?” You snipped and cocked your hip.

“As a matter of fact...” he rolled onto his back and placed his hands behind his head, “I don’t, so be a good snowflake and join me, the covers are incredible!”

You snorted softly rolling your eyes, “I know,” you sat on the bed and unscrewed the bottle, you took a deep sip and cringed a croak, “I bought them.”

He took the bottle from his hands, not asking if he could. But really what was the point in fighting him. He stole your wine and took his own sip. You couldn’t help stare at his bobbing Adams apple.

He passed the bottle back. You were going to take another drink before Chris said, “It all makes sense now.”

You eyes him putting the bottle down....he was daring you to ask it, you knew it...and you complied.

“What?”

You crawled onto your knees on the mattress and waited with your curious eyes. The wine warmed your belly. You tossed your head to one side, staring up and down the Spirit. He had such an appealing form for something so inhuman and supposedly holy.

He smiled.

“What!?” you repeated needfully.

He sighed, “This,” he waved his hand towards you.

“You just gestured to all of me.”

“Exactly.”

Your eyes narrowed and a bold bolt drove through you, the twinge of annoyance mixed with frustrated anger, “If you’re going to talk in riddles, you can get the fuck off my bed and get the fuck out of my apartment. Merry fucking Christmas.”

His smile remained but his eyes sparkled with mischief. He lifted his chin.

“How you became a holiday hating, grievously malicious, uptight little cunt.”

Your eyes could have popped out from your head, “Excuse me?!” You gagged on nothingness. Your fists curled...‘What happens to people who punched Spirits in the nose?’

He shrugged and sighed, “You wanted to know. Don’t blame me for telling you the truth. I don’t do white lies, that’s not in my books.”

You grabbed the wine again and took a mean big gulp, glaring at him from the corner of your eye, “If that was the case,” your voice said with barbs, “Children wouldn’t believe in Santa and the north pole and his company of elves.”

He pursed his lips and nodded before he snatched the bottle from your hand and vanished it from existence.

“Hey!” you snapped, “I wasn’t finished with that! It cost me-”

“Nothing,” he interrupted and tapped his fingers on his chest, “It didn’t cost you a penny because you got a refund when you lied to the winery that it’s wax seal was broken upon delivery when it very well wasn’t...but upon tasting it you felt it wasn’t worth the price you paid therefore it shouldn’t cost you a dime...it didn’t cost you a damn thing.”

You sat back and gulped, ‘How the fuck-‘

“Christmas past remember? I see all...so don’t bother trying to convince me that you needed to finish that meaningless sip,” he curtly said, “You need to focus on bettering your mindset and yourself. It’s important.”

You crossed your arms over your chest and pouted down at the floor. You wanted to cry and scream with embarrassment, you wanted to kick or break something.

He smirked and picked up your chin with a long finger. You sniffled and jerked your head away. You crawled down to the very end of your bed. You pulled the covers back and kicked the sheets before sliding your feet under them and pulling them up to your chin.

You huffed softly, feeling the prickling heat of tears behind your eyes, why did he have to shame you so easily, “Or what, you gonna chain me up like Marlene? Go on then, call me a cunt again. Put me on your big ol’ scary naughty list.”

You shook your head and rolled your entire body away from him. A tear rolled from your eye and soaked down into your pillow, meeting the rest of its previous brethren tears.

Chris gazed down at you with sad hope. He really did want you to pass the test. He knew you had the potential, but did you have the drive? Maybe you just needed the push...

You were lonely in life more than ever before. You were miserable despite convincing yourself you were incredibly successful in all parts of life.

His arm circled forward and bodly rubbed down your middle and curled around your waist. You sniffled again, ignoring his touch all together.

He laid his cheek ontop of yours and whispered, “Do you want to know what happens to naughty girls like you? You want to really know what they get?”

You shut your eyes, you didn’t want to look at him. You were upset and too ashamed. You didn’t want to be teased again.

You mumbled grumpily, “Coal up their ass?”

“Oh it’s not coal that goes up there,” he hummed deeply

Your eyes fluttered awake.

His hand reached under the duvet and touched your bare thigh...his finger tips wriggled in between your thighs and attacked your clit...your breath hitched.

“I gather you need motivation if you are to improve your outlook on life,” he breathed huskily into your ear.

Your lips parted, your eyes squeezed tight. A gurgling moan crawled from your throat. You rocked your hips into his hand and savoured his controlling hand.

Tiny pants left your lips as he pushed two fingers inside of your salivating pussy. He twitched them back and forth at an average steady pace.

His hot wet tongue licked from your shoulder up to your ear. His loud sucking on your skin cause a small keen shudder to glide down your spine. He kissed your neck and sighed into your skin.

His knee curled up and pressed between your thighs, he fully intended to keep your entire pussy open and available to his instrumental fingers.

“Look at you,” he muttered, “So compliant when I have my fingers up this stubborn cunt. Are you going to promise you’ll behave and obey me from now on? Cease you insistent fight?”

“Pl-please Chris,” you gasped,

He smirked against you skin, “Please what?” he purred

“F-fuck!” you whined and pressed your ass back against him, trying to rub against his hidden cock.

He slapped your backside once making you jump. He chuckled wickedly, “I will if you promise to obey and listen.”

You panted and groaned, “Make- make me!” you wouldn’t submit so easily....not even for unworldly dick.

His noise was feral, rising from the back of his throat like a growl. He pressed his mouth to yours. You whined, his tongue choked you and pressed your tongue down, dominating you even in kiss.

He gasped pulling back, “Very well you stubborn slut.”

He snapped his fingers and poof- the blankets, your night gown and surprisingly all his clothing vanished from the bed all together.

You gasped at the feeling of his hot skin pressing up your back. Your hands clawed the pillows as he thrust his fingers fast and hard. Your eyes started to roll until the sensation was totally lost. He selfishly took his hand back, moments before you hit the high. You whimpered and trembled. You couldn’t breathed you were a mixture of frustration, anger and needy obsession. You would have done anything for him to finish.

He sat up and rolled you until your belly was laid over his legs. His cock you could not see but feel touching you made you excited and eager to know how it would feel to fuck you. His hands roughly kneaded your thighs and bottom.

‘No...he wouldn’t...’

His hand came flying down cracking across the skin of your ass. You squealed and felt your hips launch up in the air. The sting was like a cutting burn that lasted for around thirty seconds. He did it again and again. His flat palm struck you and would the pain absorb before rubbing the flesh. You didn’t fight him and that did not surprise him.

Your hips wriggled and twisted. His hand was harsh and fiery. You groaned and savoured it. And when it felt almost too much and you tried to wiggle free. He pinned you down hard by your neck and shoulders.

You bit your lips and cried, really cried. You grit your teeth and sobbed through each striking spank on your naked ass. Your hands clawed the bed and the skin of his thighs. He hailed into you harder. You screamed and choked on your sobs. It wasn’t fun anymore. It hurt and he wasn’t stopping even when you began squealing and kicking your legs on the bed trying to twist your hips away.

“Stop! Stop please! Please! It hurts! No more, no more.”

“If you didn’t want this, you’d behave.”

You swore he had to have been flaying your skin by his hand until you reached back and cupped or own hot cheeks, protecting yourself from his whiping palm.

You sobbed and trembled. You flinched and whimpered with shining tears when a surprisingly soft knuckle brushed your cheek and his husky voice hushed you softly.

He slowly turned you over off his lap and dragged you close to his chest.

He shoved his thumb into your mouth. You didn’t fight or pull back. You sucked on this digit, wrapping your lips around it. You felt his arm wrap around you and pull you closer. Your breasts pressed to his chest, he was warm

And his thumb gave you something to focus on instead of your burn sore bottom. You whined and laid your head back on the pillows. You rubbed to cheek on the warm skin of his shoulder while he soothed you from your tears using his soft cooing and thumb you greedily kept in your mouth. You moaned and mewled over it, licking the pad and scratching your tongue along his nail.

His fingers ran up and down your back. He pulled his thumb from your mouth with a gentle pop.

“Look at you,” he whispered, “Greedy, spoilt, but once you’re faced with real consequences you come to heel...”

You tried shaking your head, denying it. No. You were an independent woman with control.

A false mocking awe came from him as he said, “Oh yes, yes that’s exactly what you are. But you’re going to promise to be a good girl from now on or else you’ll never cum again.”

You were speechless...you wanted to be fresh with him and state that you still owned a vibrator...but what if he took it away like your wine.

He spread your thighs, he tugged your knees over his hip and rubbed your clit with his fingers until you were wet enough to his liking. He kissed you again, laughing as you pressed yourself up into him, stealing any physical touch you could possibly gain. He ran a soft hand across your cheek, tender and loving. His lips suckled their way down to your chest. Those red cherry lips plucked at your nipples and soft breasts.

Finally the tip of his pink cock touched your pussy. It was firm and from what you could see in the faint dark, it was lengthy. Your arms reached up and held onto his shoulders, you dug your nails sharply into his shoulders as he entered.

He grunted and sighed, struggling to stuff himself in and would pause when your noises were whines of pain. He made sure to avoid any tearing.

And when he managed to press himself taut into you, his balls touching your ass and thigh, you felt like you had been through a workout.

The walls of your cunt were filled to every crevice of his fat cock. You moaned when he moved tiny thrusts into you instead of brutally slamming.

You pressed your mouth to him again, his eyes looking back at you with adoration. He jerked his hips back a little meaner watching you gasp. He mocked your gasp before kissing your nose and then your mouth. He did it again to taste and feel your gasp.

He moved you back, dislodging quickly so that he could climb over you and enter swiftly inside. He picked your legs up with the backs of your knees and anchored himself down, harder and faster picking up the speed.

“You hear that?” he asked and moved himself in smaller jerks, “Dirty little slut, you’re drooling syrup all over my pole.”

And if you weren’t so close to cumming you would’ve laughed. His hand pressed down on your throat. He barrelled into you and slapped a breast.

The sensations of being prevented to breathe as straight and the slap intensifies all your senses. You groaned and choked.

He hissed, bending down to press his nose into yours.

Your legs wrapped tight around his waist trying to lift your hips up to meet him.

“You want to cum?” he snarled? You nodded trying to not cry again. God you needed it.

“Pl-pl-please,” you gasped through the violent thrusts.

He licked your cheek and growled, “You promise to be on your best behaviour from now on?”

You whimpered and nodded.

His thumb attacked your clit as he fucked you.

“Cum,” he whispered, “Cum for me on my cock little slut.”

Your body contorted, muscles strained as you released a soundless scream. You threw your head back let you body be consumed by the orgasm you let tear through your entire body. Your bones and chest rattled. When air finally came to your lungs you let out a powerful sob. But Chris gazing down at you bore joyful vision at your smile as you cried.

You felt incredible, hit by a bus made of all things delightful.

His cock was still inside you. You didn’t take a moment to think about him or whether he cummed. You selfishly enjoyed the gift he gave you and forgot about the promise you had vowed.

He pulled away slowly. You hissed at the departure. So sensitive.

You curled lazily up into a ball and fluttered your eyes shut.

You only recalled feeling his hot lips against your ear, “I will return to you when the bell chimes once more...” his pecked your cheek and left you to lay in your mess, exhausted and falling into your own sleep again.

[xiaoaetherposts]

All Lantern Rite event, but it's XiaoTher

Summary of Xiao x Aether content in every Lantern Rite event so far.

Lantern Rite 1.3 event (2021):

☆ Aether helped Xiao perform various tasks.

☆ Aether visited Xiao in Wangshu Inn.

Aether: "You wouldn't go to the festival, so we brought the festival to you."

Xiao: "Does is serve any grander purpose?"

Aether: "This way you can take part in Lantern Rite."

☆ Aether prepared a dinner for Xiao and helped organize a small Lantern Rite celebration at Wangshu Inn.

☆ Xiao accompanied Aether to Liyue Harbor.

Aether: "O Vigilant Yaksha, please escort us safely to the city."

Xiao: "So be it. I shall accept your proposal."

Xiao: (...) Speak my name. Anywhere. Anytime."

☆ Xiao watched the lanterns and smiled.

I know, it sounds like two characters dating. It was like that. Sometimes even I'm surprised how canonically the Xiao x Traveler ship is treated by HoYo.

Lantern Rite 2.4 event (2022):

☆ Xiao invited Aether to Wangshu Inn.

Xiao: "When this matter is resolved, come to Wangshu Inn. In previous years, the Mingxiao Lantern has been visible even from there."

☆ Aether visited Xiao and bring him food and other presents.

☆ Xiao said Aether that:

Xiao: "If anyone wishes to see me, I know they'll come and find me"

implying that he would like Aether to do this.

☆ Xiao watched the lanterns smiling again.

What was especially cute was that when Aether arrived at Wangshu Inn, Xiao right away went up to him without Aether's calling and asked if he could help.

This happened at the first meeting and even during the Waterborne Poetry event, but it's rare when Xiao takes the initiative.

Lantern Rite 3.4 event (2023):

☆ Xiao saved Aether from the water and was very worried about him.🥹

*Someone carries you ashore, so quickly that you don't catch who it is...*

Xiao: "Glad you're okay."

Xiao: "...Your actions here caused caused others a great deal of worry. Do not repeat them again in the future."

☆ Xiao finally went to the Lantern Rite festival in Liyue Harbor because of Aether.

Xiao: "She told me that all the guests today would be "acquainted with elemental power." and I knew that you would be here."

☆ Xiao sat down next to Aether at the dinner table and then escorted him out.

Aether: "I ate too much. Could you come take a walk with me?"

Xiao: "Sure."

☆ Xiao and Aether talked lovingly in private:

Xiao: "Whenever I think of the ordinary conversations I've had with you, it feels... strangely novel."

Aether: "Strange in a good way?"

Xiao: "Yes." *little smile*

☆ Xiao chose Aether to be "the most distinguished guest." (so that even Zhongli was there, whom he deeply respects)

Everyone: "Who is the most distinguished guest here?"

Xiao: "One person here is well-acquainted with everyone else."

Aether: "(...Hm?)"

☆ Zhongli approved Xiao and Aether's relationship and gave advice to Xiao.

Zhongli: "Just as Xiao may seem unapproachable to most, but Aether has proved otherwise."

Xiao: "Rex La- I mean, Zhongli, what you're saying is..."

Zhongli: "Haha I meant what I said."

Xiao: "General Kapasis always said that we should live in the present and enjoy every little pleasant surprise. Perhaps that's what I should do with what I'm feeling now."

Zhongli: "It looks like you understood what I meant."

Xiao to Aether: "I appreciate your kindness. See you next time, then."⬇️

☆ Xiao and Aether finally watched the lanterns together.😍

Lantern Rite 4.4 event:

☆ Zhongli took Aether on purpose to the place where he knew Xiao was and wanted them stay together alone and fly a kite together.🪁

"Uh, why did you have us walk all this way?"

Zhongli: "I'll leave these two kites with you. Perhaps you can find a few friends with which you partake in the activity. You might find it to be enjoyable use of your time."

Flustered Xiao: "Oh, uh... Wait, who enjoy kite-flying?"

Zhongli: "Well, I would imagine some of your talent and wisdom is more the capable of finding out."

Xiao: Aether, when the Lantern Rite is over, come find me near Pervases' temple if you have the time.

Aether: "Absolutely."

Xiao: "Mmm." 😊

Zhongli: *plan succeed*

☆ Xiao invited Aether to visit him at the usual place and they released together the lantern that Xiao made.

Xiao: "Aether."

Aether: "It's just as I thought... You stopped short of stepping into the city again."

Xiao: "Being in the city isn't the only way for me to appreciate the lights and beauty of Lantern Rite. Look... Liyue Harbor lies just beyond this mountain."

Xiao: "As long as I stand at this vantage point, I may freely behold the sight of all the kites slowly ascending into the sky. ...For me, that is enough."

Aether: "Alright."

Xiao: "I invited you here because there is something I would like to do. I want to release a Xiao Lantern, and... I'd like you to be there for it."

Aether: "Did you make it yourself?"

Xiao: "Yes. I apologize for its crude appearance... I have little skill in that regard."

Aether: "No, no! It's amazing!"

Xiao: "...You're very kind, as usual."

Xiao: "Alright, it's time."

*they release the lantern together*

☆ With a nice metaphorical expression that Xiao said, it was hinted that Aether is the one who brings peace to Xiao.

Xiao symbolizes the lantern itself (to which the name Xiao Lantern refers), and Aether is the sky (his name means this in all languages).

Xiao: "Although, watching a kite gradually ascend into the sky does bring me a certain peace of mind. ...Perhaps they are a bit like Xiao Lanterns in that way."

This expresses Xiao's longing for Aether, which is also indicated by his idle animation (when he tries to reach the little light that goes towards the sky with his hand).

When he asks Aether to release the lantern into the sky together to bring the two things closer together symbolizes this beautifully.

Aether: "As the Xiao Lantern slowly disappears into the tranquil night sky, Xiao's expression softens."

Xiao: "... Aether. ... Thank you."

So as the Xiao lantern approaches the sky in a symbolic sense, as Xiao approaches Aether (which is referred to by the meaning of their names), as they have become closer and closer to each other over the years, and this has brought him calm and peace.

Twitter(X): @xiaoaetherposts

[kittyofalltrades]

The Moon and The Sorcerer

Steven finally gets the courage to ask you out, in a rather unconventional way.

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader, Eventual Marc Spector x Reader, Jake Lockly x Reader

Word: 7219

Rating: Explicit MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ ONLY

Beta: @welcometostayingawake (ILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Warnings: Show canon DID, PinV, Unprotected sex, Oral (M and F rec), Steven says a dirty word, caught looking at the booty

“I have DID,” Steven blurted out to you. 

You turned to look at him fully after the sudden confession, a confession that you had never expected out of him, at least not right now. Raising your eyebrow at him, he felt compelled to repeat himself. 

“I’m sorry, but I kind of already knew. I can see your souls,” you admit with a sheepish smile. 

You hadn’t meant to peek into his personal life but his hand shake had left you feeling a slight sense of deja vu. That’s when you’d peered at him and found the shadow of three souls lurking. You hadn’t remarked on it, because it wasn’t your place to, so you never mentioned it again. There’s also the possibility that he wasn’t even aware about the extra souls he carried. 

“Souls? More than one?” Steven asked in confusion. Wasn’t he just a splinter off of Marc? Why should he have his own soul?

“Three, to be exact,” you explained. “Did you not know?”

“Even though I- we have DID, I was still expecting only one soul,” Steven explained. He shouldn’t have been surprised after the events of the Duat, when Tawaret had to weigh both his and Marc’s hearts. 

Steven, I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t do your best impression of Gus, Marc chided him. He could understand and accept the shock of finding out they had multiple souls but if he was going to ask this girl out, flapping his jaw wasn’t gonna work. 

Steven closed his mouth with a click and watched you shelve several more plushies before he tried again. 

“I like you. I have ever since I came back only to find out Donna had given you my job,” He started again. “You’re always so kind to me and never treat me differently, despite the rumors that Donna and JB spread. And! And you don’t think I’m strange when I ramble on about different topics and I like that about you. I’d like to take you on a date? Only if you want.”

You nodded at the mention of rumors, you’d heard about the destruction of the toilets and when you went to investigate, you discovered exactly what happened. But he didn’t seem dangerous, even after you played the echo of the attack over and over. At first he seemed scared, until he steeled himself to defend himself. Well, the second man had defended them. The glowing white eyes in the suit had shown that he was not ordinary, just like you, and you didn’t mind that at all. 

Shut up and give her a chance to answer, Marc groaned. At the rate Steven was going he was likely to talk over her answer. And Marc wasn’t sure he could fix this particular rejection if she said no.

Steven snapped his mouth shut and waited for an answer, anything. Just words instead of her nodding serenely at him. When a few more seconds passed Steven realised with a heavy heart that she was just being nice to him and was going to say no. 

“I’m sorry for bothering you,” he told her softly. “Just forget I asked.”

“What? No. I was going to say yes,” you tell him in surprise after the withdrawal of the offer. “I was just thinking about the other things you mentioned.”

“No, it's okay, really, you don’t have to be nice about it.”

“No! Steven, I really want to go out with you.”

You watched as Steven’s face blossomed into a bright happy smile in an instant. The smile lit up his features and made him look almost angelic, in direct contrast to the look of sadness he’d had just a moment ago.

“You sure? Tomorrow night, yeah? That way we can spend the day after together?” Steven suggested. 

You gave Steven a bright smile. “Sounds great!”

You studied the text exchange between you and Steven with a small frown. Since finding out you were a vegetarian, he’d wanted to go somewhere you liked, despite the possibility of not having many options for himself. You wanted to go to a place he liked so that he wouldn’t have to fuss with the menu. That led to a minor argument. He wanted to make things easier on you and you wanted to do the same. Neither of you wanted to give an inch until finally a text had come in saying that a vegan restaurant was perfect and sending you the address.

Steven glared at his phone looking at the text Marc had sent. He was trying to be a gentleman about the whole food thing, trying to take her to her favorite place but it just evolved into a small argument. A small argument that Marc had squashed by sending the address of a neutral restaurant with vegan and vegetarian options. He wasn’t mad about the back and forth, rather he was more upset that Marc had stepped in and interfered. But it needed to be done. 

When you arrived at the restaurant, you smoothed down your purple sundress, hoping it would keep you cool during this unseasonably warm night. Part of you also hoped that Steven would like it. You wanted to say you didn’t dress with him in mind but that felt too close to a lie for you. 

“Wow, you look beautiful, love,” Steven’s voice said, pulling you out of your thoughts about whether or not he’d like the dress. The admiration in his voice assured you that he did and it made your stomach flutter.

Steven was dressed nicer than you’d ever seen him, wearing a dark long sleeve dress shirt and a white tie, done in an Eldridge knot, notoriously hard but still beautiful. As he led you into the restaurant, you risked a glance down at his ass, noticing he kept his too-tight pants on. When you finally dragged your eyes away from his backside, you could have sworn his reflection smirked at you for a second, which was impossible since Steven was talking to the hostess. 

You glanced at his reflection one more time before turning your full attention back to the hostess and Steven. The hostess seemed charmed by Steven and vaguely amused by your presence with him, but she grabbed two of the menus and led you to a cozy candle lit table near the back of the restaurant. She gave Steven another small smile before sliding the menus onto the table and leaving.

You sat in the chair furthest away from the walkway and gave Steven a small smile. 

“I’m sorry about earlier, I just wanted to make sure you didn’t have to pick at the menu,” you told him in apology.

“It’s alright, love. I might have been a little stubborn,” Steven stated softly. “I just wanted to make sure our date was a good one, so you’d want to go out again.”

“Well that was a rubbish start,” you laughed. “But I think things can always go up from there.”

At the word rubbish, Steven sagged in his chair a little, but when you laughed he straightened up again. His sweet smile was quickly back in place and the little tension that hovered between the two of you disappeared. He was worried that he’d ruined things before they even got started. Maybe Marc’s intervention was just what was needed.

After placing your orders, you launched into discussion with Steven about Greek versus Egyptian Gods.

“Artemis was much kinder than what I’ve heard of Khonshu,” you told Steven with a smile.

“Khonshu does have a history of doing some very unsavory things,” Steven agreed. “But kind is subjective when it comes to the gods.”

You laughed at the discussion, you never expected the man that worked in the gift shop to sound so much like a tour guide.

“You sound like you know some good Khonshu stories,” you said with a smile on your face. 

Steven took that as permission to start telling all the myths of Khonshu, carefully leaving out the god’s recent exploits with Ammit. He did include the tale of the affair between Hathor and Khonshu, making you laugh. 

“Khonshu doesn’t seem like the type for love,” you pointed out between giggles.

“No, he doesn’t, eh? But when you are a god, you have to do something with your free time, and apparently messing with mortals only occupies so much time,” Steven answered with a grin. 

Steven you can't talk about mythology all night. It’s gonna get boring, Marc chided Steven. Besides, you don’t want to accidentally summon him here on your date. I don’t think ‘sorry Khonshu, I was telling this cute girl about your personal life’ is going to go well.

Marc’s words made Steven close his mouth with a click. He wasn’t surprised that Marc would think mythology was boring, but he’d expected you to stop him if he was carrying on too much. He dropped his eyes feeling a pang of hurt at the idea that you’d just let him carry on embarrassing himself. 

“What happened? You were just getting to the best part, you were just about to explain why Khonshu was eating the hearts,” you told him wondering what was going on in his head between one breath and the next.

“I– um he was eating them to gain the strengths of the owners,” Steven said softly. “I’m sorry, Marc told me I was being boring.”

“Marc?”

“He’s the host, he said I was boring you with the stories,” Steven said softly.

“I was enjoying the stories, I’ve never heard these before. Greek mythology is more my speed.”

You reached across the table and grasped his hand giving it a reassuring squeeze. When his face brightened again you knew all would be well. You just hadn’t expected this Marc person to be whispering in his ear during your date, it was strange to you but not for him, apparently. You hoped Marc might keep his own counsel about what was boring after being assured that you had enjoyed the animated stories Steven had been telling you.

When the two steaming dishes of food arrived, you found yourselves tucking in with matching hums of delight at the taste. You hadn’t expected a restaurant that served both vegan and vegetarian food to be this delicious. You were pleasantly surprised and so was Steven. You worked through half your food, even trying each other’s plates, before Steven started talking again.

“So… you said you saw our souls? How? That's not really a normal thing to be able to do,” Steven wondered out loud. “Not that I’m saying you’re not normal!”

“I’m a sorcerer, just not an active one you could say. I stopped my study of magic for now,” you explained to him. “I used to train with some of the best but after the last Sorcerer Supreme died, I sort of quit.”

“Wow, that’s brilliant,” Steven gushed excitedly. “Can you give a demonstration? I mean you don’t have to, but I’d love it if you did.”

You reached for the bright purple napkin on the empty table next to you and gave it a quick shake. When you did it turned into a pure white moonflower. Once the small bloom sat in your hand you passed it to Steven.

“A moonflower for the gentlemen,” you told him with a smile. He took the bloom tentatively from your fingers, surprised to find that it was a real fragrant flower he held between his fingers. He looked at you in awe.

“Why this flower?”

“It’s the only night blooming one I could think of that most people might not have seen,” you replied happy with his reaction. “The last time I did that I got called a charlatan. But how could I have done that if I was?”

“I don’t know? That seems like a hard thing to fake,” Steven said while he fingered the petals. “Can you do it again without the napkin?”

With a flick of your wrist and a soft smile you summoned a pink Camellia blossom. He probably didn’t know the meaning behind the blossom that you passed him but he still accepted it with a happy smile. 

Steven, why did she give you a moon flower? I know not everything moon related has to do with Khonshu but really, a moon flower? Does she know we are Avatars or was the flower just a fluke? Marc demanded, this date was leaving him with questions he didn’t know and he needed answers. 

Steven tried to listen to the story that you were telling about the time your teacher forced your astral form out of your physical form but Marc was distracting him. It was hard to listen to both and he was afraid he was going to ruin the evening by being inattentive. Thankfully, the waitress came over with complimentary ice cream.

“Vanilla almond milk ice cream for the small magic show,” she’d said with a smile at you.

“Oh thank you,” you said with a laugh as your cheeks heated. You had thought your small show of power might have gone unnoticed, but it hadn’t and Steven was beaming at you proudly as he dug into the frozen treat. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so flashy.”

“It’s bloody brilliant is what it was,” Steven told you brightly. “I’ve never seen magic like this before.”

We are literally the avatars of a god.

“Thanks,” you busied yourself in your ice cream not talking again until the bill was paid and Steven was pulling you out of the building. 

“Tonight out with you was amazing, I’d like to do it again sometime,” Steven told you while he gave your hand a gentle squeeze. The squeeze sent butterflies through you at how easily he touched you.

“I don’t want tonight to end,” you confessed softly. 

Steven glanced around the street trying to regain his bearings. They weren’t that far from his flat, maybe she could spend a few more hours with him. “We could keep the night going. My flat isn’t too far from here, maybe come for a coffee, yeah?”

You’ve basically invited her back to the apartment for sex, Marc pointed out snidely. 

Your cheeks flamed at the offer. The invitation was delivered innocently enough but you weren’t completely sure. Before you could ask, his cheeks glowed red as well and he started to stammer. What you could make out of his hasty words was a mixture of apology and misunderstanding.

Steven hadn’t been trying to imply he wanted to get you home for sex. The thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. Well sex crossed his mind, quite frequently sometimes, but not this time. This time, he really just wanted to spend time with you. And what was he going to do? He was a virgin, the only person he’d ever made cum was himself, with the help of porn, his imagination or his hand. He couldn’t just bring a woman home and then disappoint her so badly that she never spoke to him again.

STEVEN! Shut up and calm down! She didn’t shut you down immediately, you still have a shot. Just don’t blow it by making it seem like you don’t want her to come over by babbling. Now kiss her, that’ll tell you where you’re at, Marc coached from the restaurant window reflection. 

Steven stopped his stammered apology and took a deep breath. He reached out and angled your face upward to his, your eyes widened slightly at his actions but he pushed through the nervousness. “Can I kiss you?” he asked in a husky whisper.

Your tongue darted out to moisten your lips before you answer his inquiry. “Yes please,” you answered just as softly.

The first kiss was a gentle brush of lips, what you’d expect from Steven. But it didn’t last, as a moment later he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you flush with his body working his tongue into your mouth. He kissed you like he was desperate for oxygen and you were the source. He licked into your mouth tasting the remains of the ice cream and it made him desperate for more. You pulled away from him for air and he gave a small whine as chased your lips with his.

“Your flat Steven, how far?” you asked, desperate to have his hands and lips on you again.

Steven released you and took your hand, gently leading you on the five minute walk back to his flat. The walk was short but by the time he buzzed the two of you into his building, he was breathing heavily. He pulled you in the lift, standing near him, while he was tapping his foot, impatient for the slow moving compartment. You squeezed his hand reassuringly again and he gave you a small smile.

Once the lift arrived, he aggressively jabbed the button for his floor and turned to you. Once the doors shut, he was on you again, all lips and hands. The slow moving lift gave him time to knead your breasts eagerly with his hands and to tweak your hardened nipples through the thin fabric. You fisted your hands in his curls, causing him to moan harshly and thrust his hips against yours. You marveled at the size of his cock and he thrust against you again.

Steven get out of the elevator, you can’t fuck your girl here.

Steven pulls you out of the lift with his lips still firmly attached to yours. He found his door with his lips never leaving yours, drawing fevered moans as his hands wavered between your ass and your tits. Each tweak of your nipples set you on fire while you stood pressed between him and his door, feeling the cool metal of the number digging into your back. 

Steven you need to get her inside you can’t fuck her against the door either, Marc told Steven who was lost in the kisses and the woman in front of him. After another minute, Marc snatched control to at least get them inside.

The desperate kisses paused while Marc worked his keys out of his pocket and into the door spilling you into the flat. Letting Steven front again, his lips lingered on yours for a few soft kisses before he pulled away fully with shame covering his features.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” you asked Steven with concern. He was perfectly fine just a minute ago. “We can stop if you want to. Just watch a movie or actually have that coffee.”

“No! I don’t want to stop,” Steven practically shouted. “It’s just–it’s embarrassing.”

“You can tell me, I promise I won’t judge.”

“I’m a virgin,” Steven mumbled to his shoes.

Steven looked down ashamed for the first time that he was a virgin. Usually, it didn’t bother him but now that he had a beautiful woman that wanted him and had expectations of him, he wasn’t sure he could meet them.

“Everybody has a first time. If you want, we can stop here." You didn't want to press him to do anything he didn't want to do but you couldn't deny that you were extremely aroused.

"No, no. I want to. Please, love," he pleaded with you, his cheeks heated and tears pricked at his eyes at the idea of her saying no. 

Steven’s blood had completely drained from his brain and was pooling in his throbbing cock while you pushed him onto the sofa and straddled him. He didn't know where to put his hands for fear of doing something wrong. 

You made quick work of undoing his pants and freeing his cock from its cloth prison. You marveled at just how large his cock was, wondering if you’d even be able to take all of him, climbing off his lap and kneeling between his legs. 

“This is gonna be fun,” you assured him, licking from the base of his cock to the tip.

Steven’s brain flat lined as you licked up his cock. He gripped the sofa arm to steady himself while gasping at the pleasurable sensation as his body let out a small shudder. He tried to count to ten to reign himself in while you ran your tongue over his cock and around the tip. He was worried that he was going to cum too quickly and disappoint you. You placed a quick kiss on the head of his cock before working it into your mouth. Once his cock hit the back of your throat, you pulled off slowly and leaned back. You laughed when you saw Steven gripping the sofa arm with white knuckles.

“Relax, you're in good hands." you kissed the head of his cock, hoping for him to relax a little before you took him back in your mouth. 

The wet cavern of your mouth felt incredible and Steven's grip only tightened.

“Fuckin' hell," he groaned. 

He couldn't stop the small bucking of his hips as you took him deeper into your mouth, and he felt bad when you gagged around him, though his cock twitched at the sound. 

You pulled his cock from your mouth with a small pop. “Relax, darling.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t want it to be over too quickly,” he told you, loosening his grip on the sofa arm slightly.

"I don't expect you to keep it together," she told him while she slowly stroked him. He sounded  beautiful and completely wrecked, whimpering and moaning under your skilled touch.

Even your hand felt incredible, just any contact in general was perfect to him.  You licked the pre-cum from his tip and took him back into your mouth. You bobbed up and down, hollowing your cheeks as you worked. Steven’s occasional hip thrust that made you gag left you smiling around his cock, some spit dribbling out around your curved lips. You were surprised that he'd held out from cumming this long when you'd pulled out every trick to push him over the edge. You bobbed your head on his cock faster trying to make him cum.

"Cum for me, show me how good I make you feel," you ordered between licks.

He'd barely been holding on but finally with your permission, he let go, cumming in your mouth with a loud cry. This was so much better than when he touched himself. Steven was shaking a little as you worked him to overstimulation, still sucking him to make sure you didn’t miss a drop. Tears prickled his eyes while you sucked the soul out of him. 

“Well, how was that for your first blow job?” you asked Steven with a dazzling smile. You didn’t need an answer; you could see the answer written all over his face with the slightly dazed look he gave you. 

Steven leaned back on the sofa, breathing heavily as he came down from his high. His deflated cock sat between you two until he tucked himself back in. After his breathing returned to normal, he turned his attention to you, still kneeling between his legs, rubbing his thighs soothingly. 

“I want to make you feel good like you made me feel,” He told you, sounding close to tears at the idea of not pleasing you. 

“I can teach you or you can learn yourself,” you offered with a smile.

“I-I think I’d like to try, love. Only proper way to learn, yeah?” he said, offering you a smile.

Steven pulled you to your feet and toward his bed, not sure where to start until you gave him the whispered command. 

“Undress me.”

Steven swallowed thickly and turned you around by your shoulders, fumbling with the zipper of your dress, pushing the material to the floor. He pinched the clasp of your bra between two fingers and pushed it off your shoulders, as well. Steven’s hands ghosted over the bare skin of your back for a minute while he marveled at the softness of your skin. 

“Panties, too,” you told him.

“Uh–right, sorry love,” he stammered, embarrassed. He hooked his fingers in the lacy material and pushed them down going to his knees as he went. 

You kicked off your shoes and turned to face him. You looked down at him, his features contorted with need and desire, and smiled. You stepped backward, sitting yourself on the edge of his bed, spreading your legs for him. Steven inched forward on his knees closing the distance between you two.

“Touch me,” you pleaded with him.

“I–um I’m not sure how,” Steven said softly casting his eyes downward.

“You said you wanted to learn. It’s time to learn,” you told him softly.

Steven nodded and took a deep breath to steady himself. He started with running his hands up your calves and thighs noticing the way you shivered under his touch. Since you didn’t stop him he figured it was okay. And Marc was oddly quiet offering him no advice. He took a deep breath and pushed his hands forward, finally meeting at the junction between your legs. He looked up at your face for any indication of what he should do, finally dragging his fingers over your pussy.

The awkwardness of the motion dragged you out of the bliss that his touch on your thighs had brought and you looked at him in confusion. He repeated the motion dragging his fingers over your pussy almost like he was petting a cat. After the third awkward stroke, he finally looked up at you helplessly.

“This isn’t quite right, is it?” He asked softly while heat rose to his cheeks.

“Try again, baby, just two fingers this time?”

Steven nodded quickly and dragged two fingers over your pussy. He brushed his fingers over your clit drawing a pleased sigh from you, making him do it again, this time with a smirk on lips. He ran his fingers from your clit downward across your wet folds. He was surprised at your slick coating his fingers and pulled his hand away holding them up to the light to examine them.

“You’re so wet… that’s good, yeah?” He questioned. He pressed his fingers together then apart, smiling at the string of arousal that connected them. 

“Very good,” You told him while you watched him. When he guided his fingers to his mouth you almost moaned out loud, he looked so innocent and so sexy sucking your juices off his fingers. It was hard for you to be patient when he went and did that.

The taste of you exploded in his mouth and distracted Steven for a few moments until your whine of his name caught his attention. The look of desperation on your face had his hand between your legs again in an instant. He dragged his fingers through your folds again, this time searching for your entrance and pushing one finger in and working it slowly in and out of your wet heat. 

“More, please,” you whine at him. You angled your hips toward him in invitation and to get more of his touch where you needed it the most. His touch wove a trail of blistering heat though you and you were going to embrace every second of it while you could.

“You need my fingers in your pretty little cunt?” He asked softly.

You whipped your head down to look at him, shocked at the filthy word he’d just uttered. “You wanna run that by me again?”

Steven gave you a wide grin then. “I said ‘do you need my fingers in your pretty little cunt?’.”

Steven slipped a second finger into you then and punctuated each word with a thrust of his fingers. The sounds that dragged from your throat had his cock twitching against the pants he still wore. He wasn’t sure where the confidence in his words came from but your frantic nodding spurred him on. He kept working his fingers into you until your hand dropped between your legs circling your sensitive clit. He watched for a minute before pushing your hand away, making you whimper softly. Steven focused his attention on your clit, licking and sucking on the small bundle of nerves while you moaned and trembled against him.

When Steven curled his fingers into you, the gooey spot at your core, you came with a loud moan and closed your legs around his head keeping him in place. He didn’t seem to mind as he kept sucking your clit through every wave of your orgasm and didn’t stop. He worked you to a second orgasm with ease before he finally stopped, letting you slump backward against his bed. 

“Fucking fuck,” you whimpered completely out of breath.

“So I take it I did alright, love?” He asked, suddenly shy.

You took his face in your hands and dragged him up your body to kiss him. You hummed against his mouth at the taste of yourself. You’d never been eaten out that thoroughly before let alone by somebody claiming to be a virgin. You wondered briefly for a second if he’d be able to continue after his blow job, but his cock pressing between your legs told you otherwise.

“Steven, I want you to fuck me,” you told him, point blank, when you pulled away from his lips.

“Are you sure, love? I— I don’t want to disappoint you by uh –you know,” he told you, visibly shrinking into himself. 

“Cumming too soon? You didn’t when I gave you the blowjob,” you pointed out softly. “And even if you do, you can find other ways to make me finish. I’m not expecting a marathon for your first time.”

Steven nodded his agreement with the terms but made no move to climb off you to undress. You smoothed your hands through his mess curls and over his back before grabbing his ass. You gave a firm squeeze and moaned when his hips arched forward pressing his cock into you.

“You’re wearing too much,” you told him softly. “I wanna see you.”

Your words spurred Steven into motion, undressing quickly. You pulled your lip between your teeth as every inch of golden skin was revealed to your eyes. You let your eyes linger on the sight of his cock hanging hard and heavy between his legs. When Steven started to squirm under your lust filled gaze, you scooted backwards on the bed and spread your legs wider.

“Come fuck me, Steven.”

He must have died and gone to heaven. Steven let out a tortured sound at your words, but climbed up the bed anyway, lining up with your entrance. He paused to look at you before slowly pushing inside. He was a whimpering mess just at the feeling of your pussy walls hugging his cock perfectly. You watched Steven’s face as he worked his cock into you slowly,  moaning as you felt him go deeper.

“You feel good inside me,” you told him gently. “Faster, please.”

Steven grunted in compliance, he had reached a point where he was certain he wouldn’t cum too early. He started a faster pace, gripping your hips hard. He was desperate for praise, to hear how good of a job he was doing. You lifted your hips to meet Steven’s harsh strokes. You could feel your orgasm building quickly again, like a tightly coiled spring ready to snap. You pulled his face down to you kissing him hard.

“So good for me, Steven, good boy,” you murmured against his lips. “Gonna cum.”

Steven had been teetering on the edge of his second orgasm but didn’t  want to have to slow down and ruin yours or not make you cum again. Although the praise did almost make him cum again, Steven reached between your bodies and rubbed your clit to help get you off quicker, as he wasn’t sure he could hold his orgasm back much longer.

You arched into his touch, every profanity you knew mixed with Steven’s name fell from your lips as you were pushed over the edge again. You dimly realised he was probably close, too, and pulled his face down crushing your lips against his in a desperate kiss. When he felt you clench around him, Steven couldn't hold back anymore and was cumming with you and all he could do was moan into your lips as he filled you with ropes of hot cum. The orgasm was powerful enough to take his breath away and once both of you were spent, he collapsed beside you, trying to get his breath back. A huge grin spread across his face, knowing his first time had gone incredibly well and with someone so caring.

You rolled into Steven throwing your arm and a leg over him. “That was incredible. Are you sure that was your first time?” 

“Pretty sure. I’m glad I didn’t disappoint you,” Steven whispered, dropping a kiss on your forehead as he laid a hand on your waist. 

“Baby, if that’s how you fuck during your first time and things only get better from here, I don’t think you’ll ever disappoint me,” you told him with a laugh.

Steven thought about it for a few seconds and agreed. There was only going up from here, he couldn’t wait to get a chance to explore your body more thoroughly. His cock twitched weakly at the idea, making you lift your head to look at him. 

“No fucking way you’re almost ready to go again,” you said in disbelief. The fact that he’d been able to go after the blow job surprised you, but the fact that he had a semi under your leg made your jaw drop.

“I’d apologise but I don’t think I’m in charge of little Steven,” he laughed, giving you another kiss. 

You laughed again and pulled yourself tight to him holding him close. You’d been imagining this moment for months, the beautiful, shy gift shop assistant. It had taken you weeks to convince Donna to put you on shift with him permanently. 

“Why’d you wanna be around Stevie he’s not right in the head. Wrecked the toilets and still ends up with his job back,” Donna had sneered. “Fine, since nobody else wants the bloody shift, but don’t come crying to me when he goes all weird on you.”

That very next day you’d started shifts with Steven. Since then, you’d been waiting for him to ask you out. You’d brought him his favorite vegan snacks, even surprising him with a pack of oreos that he didn’t know were vegan. 

“You look like you’re thinking hard, love, what’s wrong?” Steven asked softly.

“Just thinking about the day I brought you oreos.”

“You know I’d been having a rubbish day before that, and you presented me with the package telling me they were vegan,” He sighed happily. “I thought my heart was going to explode out of my chest.”

You smiled sweetly at his memory. “I remembered you mentioned missing them.”

“You know Marc teased me for days.”

“He didn’t,” You said aghast. 

“He bloody did. Said that if you kept being sweet and I didn’t make a move he’d ask you out himself and then you could be his sweet girlfriend.”

You laughed again, curiously thinking about what you would have done if Marc had been the one to ask you out. Probably wondered where Steven got the confidence. You lay in bed cuddling him until your stomach growled loudly, alerting you that dinner had been ages ago and you’d just worked off all those calories.

“Shower and snacks?” Steven offered sweetly. He didn’t want to let you go but he knew you would probably feel uncomfortable, with both your spend leaking out of you. 

“Probably for the best.”

Steven untangled his limbs from yours and helped you off the bed. He led you to his small bathroom and heated the water for you. “As much as I’d like to join you, I don't think we’d both fit.”

Steven left you to shower and started gathering snacks, set up a movie, deciding on The Mummy because it was one of his favorites. Once everything was ready, he grabbed a towel and your clothes to return to the bathroom.

Give her your shirt. She’d appreciate that more than her clothes, Marc offered helpfully. 

“And where the bloody hell have you been?” Steven hissed softly. 

I was out. Did you really want me intruding on you having sex for the first time?

“No, but I could have used some help at one point,” Steven confessed, while he turned the shirt he’d been wearing right-side out.

You did well. I'm proud of you. I never doubted you for a second, Marc said happily. And you couldn’t have lost your virginity to a prettier girl.

Steven rolled his eyes and returned to the bathroom with the towel and his shirt. When you pulled the shower curtain back, his words died in his throat as he watched the water droplets slide down your body, following a path he’d very much like to take with his tongue. 

“Steven?” you asked, pulling his attention up to your face.

“Sorry, love, got distracted.”

“I can tell,” You said with a smug laugh. You pulled the towel out of his hand and wrapped it around you. You dragged your eyes over his still naked body leisurely before meeting his eyes again. “I completely understand.”

Steven had the grace to blush before he stepped around you into the shower. After you pulled on his shirt you spotted the movie playing and the snacks laid out on the coffee table, including a pack of oreos, and it made your heart warm. Since things had gone so well, oreos might just be your thing now. You settled in and restarted the movie when you heard the water turn off. Steven left the bathroom with his curls in damp disarray and wearing a pair of loose pajama pants.

“You didn’t have to start it over, I’ve seen this film more times than I can count,” he told you with a goofy expression. “I can recite the whole movie, word for word. It irritates Marc.”

You shrugged and patted the seat next to you. When he sat next to you, you settled against him with a happy sigh. True to his word, he recited all of Rick’s parts in your ear. You had to admit Rick O’Connell was sexy, but when Steven said all the heroic lines it made you melt into a puddle. When Rick and Evie kissed, he tipped your face up to his own, kissing you thoroughly. The kiss sent a flutter to your heart and made you realise that you liked this man a lot more than you’d originally thought. Before you knew it the movie was over, and Steven was pulling away from your lips to yawn into his palm. 

“Bed?” He asked around his hand. 

“Bed.” You agreed. 

What you hadn’t expected when he stood up was for him to hoist you up in his arms and carry you to his bed in the single sexiest move you’d ever seen. You knew he was strong, with the way he manhandled pallets during inventory, but feeling the strength in his arms as he carried you was something else entirely. 

Once you were settled in, Steven climbed in after you with a soft smile. He pressed a kiss to your lips and pulled you to his body holding you tight. Within minutes, you were both asleep. So deeply asleep that you missed the moonbeam spread over you both like it was watching. 

You woke to the bright sun shining into Steven’s window. You patted the bed, surprised to find the space next to you empty, but Steven couldn’t have ditched you right? This was his flat. You padded back to the living room, still dressed in his dress shirt from last night and found him in the kitchen. He was dressed unlike you’d seen him before, dishing out breakfast onto plates. He turned to you with a wide smile and you immediately could tell that the aura around him was completely different than the one Steven had.

“Sorry, I know you meant to spend the day with Steven but I figured we should talk,” the American accent made you stop on your way over to the plates.

“Marc?” You asked, tentatively.

“Marc Spector, at your service,” he said before gesturing at the plated food. “I got you breakfast, vegetarian means no meat, right?”

You sat at the table and looked at the spread. Fruit, a scone, and clotted cream graced your plate, while his held turkey bacon, eggs and pancakes. The different food confirmed that this was not your Steven, but you were willing to hear out the man that sat before you. 

“What did you want to talk about?” You asked while you smeared cream on your scone.

“You, Steven and myself. I know things went well last night. I’d rather not be dragged around like a voyeur watching from the outside while you and Steven get close, so I figured maybe we can feel out our compatibility as well?” Marc finished on a high note, posing it as a question without beating around the bush.

Marc wasn’t usually this open with people but with Steven’s encouragement, he wanted to make this work. It sucked, especially since she was looking at him like he’d grown a second head.

“You want to woo me as well? Is that what I’m hearing? What does Steven think?” you asked before setting down your scone.

Tell her I think the idea isn’t without merit, that way you aren’t alone and she doesn’t have to worry about the shared body ‘cheating’ on her, Steven explained.

“Steven has a lot of thoughts but he doesn’t think it’s a bad idea, if you’re willing,” he offered. 

You thought about it for a minute while Marc ate his breakfast. What was the worst that could happen? Famous last words, you thought to yourself. 

 

“Okay, but you have to genuinely try with me, you can’t just act like you already have me just because Steven might,” You told him firmly. “You have to actually ask questions and get to know me.”

Marc smiled at you widely; he was glad you agreed to this, strange as it was. He was going to do his damnedest to win you over and keep you for himself and Steven. They’d been alone long enough. 

Once you finished your breakfast, you grabbed your clothes and pulled your sling ring out of your pocket. Feeling equipped, you summoned a portal into your living room. The ring of gold sparks seemed like a bad idea with all of Steven’s books but if any ended up damaged you could repair them. You stepped through and gestured for Marc to follow with a smile.

“Can you wait here for a bit while I change?” you asked the speechless man. You knew the portal was the ultimate display of your power, further proving you weren’t a charlatan. 

Marc dropped onto the sofa while you flounced away to change somewhat shocked. He’d still believed the magic was sleight of hand, but this was undoubtedly not that. “You couldn’t have fallen for a nice normal girl, Steven? You had to pick the one with powers?”

I regret nothing, Steven countered.

Part 2

[blueberrypancakesworld]

hey hey :) saw that ur requests are open again and i want to ask u if u could write for dead or faust from LOC with a male or trans male reader.if u comfortable with it even smut?the rest is up to u:) if u dont write for them at the moment feel free to ignore my ask.have a nice day <3

-wolf Anon🐺

Dead - A boyfriend like Satan

warning : fluff, hurt/comfort, tiny make out session, use of Y/n , m reader

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Info : Thanks for the request anon and I hope you have fun reading. I also have already done a littel thing for a male reader with Dead THIS maybe you wanna take a look.

Disclaimer : I don't want to glorify anything, it's about the actors who play a role, not the real events.

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°Two artists, worshippers of evil and friends of blood and death had met at one of the band's many parties. While Dead was about to get a beer, he saw the unknown man sneaking through the kitchen. At first he thought it was another drunk or on drugs. But no, when he stood in the doorway and saw the unknown man scurrying through the kitchen with a fly swatter.

°Watching him a little he saw that the unknown had a small vial with him and apparently filled it with the dead insects from the house. ,,What are you doing?" the blond asked and smirked as the person he was talking to seemed not to have even heard him before turning to him and showing him the jar with the dead insects.

°Y/n thought he was going to give him the same grief as everyone else and walk away, but the blond didn't, instead he grinned and looked at the different animals carefully. ,,Nice collection" Daed said and couldn't help but feel the need to show him his own collection. He saw that the other had a proud look in his eyes before Dead grabbed two beers and was able to be social for the first time.

°As he handed him the beer and made a move to follow him. ,,You know, I have a similar collection, but with slightly larger animals," he said as they walked up the stairs and into the room. Dead saw the other's eyes widen slightly, but not in shock or fear. It seemed to be the perception of an artist. Something that made the blond strangely happy and satisfied.

°Y/n walked through the room running over the various larger dead animals feeling the fur underneath and the cold. It was kind of pretty in its own way and white. Its insects could only be touched carefully but Deads. It was pleasant. ,,They are really pretty" he said and Dead lowered his gaze, not wanting the unknown to see his touched smile.

But what they didn't know was that this was only the beginning of their relationship.

°Since they met at the party and in their madness they stayed together in art, they also started to dance with each other. Much to the laughter of the others who thought it was a joke. But the two of them seemed to feel that their dead hearts were beating for each other. Since the party they met more and more often whenever they had time.

°Initially with a pretext but at some point it was more and more out of love. Neither of them spoke of it, but at the latest when Y/n found his heart collapsed and covered in blood in the bathroom and held him in his arms, stroked his back and held him close to him as his lips gently kissed Dead's head. Then they both knew that it was more than friendship between them.

°The kiss had brought them both back to life and Y/n helped Dead up again and again. The blonde in return gave his faithful friend pictures and animals, it was his way of expressing thanks and love. No matter what the others said initially still made fun. But after Dead threatened to leave the band, they stopped accepting Y/n gradually and he got an honorary place as a stage designer where he could also use his Dead insects and Dead's animals.

°The looks and comments stopped when Euronymus and Hellhammer came into the living room of the den and found the two boys in a make out session. The blonde had bent over his friend and slowly started kissing his naked torso while leaving small cuts on the skin with his knife, which seemed to turn them on even more.

°,,All right...let's go again" the black-haired man had mumbled as the two of them had pulled backwards with a confused, shocked look and closed the door. Which caused the two lovers to laugh before Y/n pulled the blonde back into a kiss. The sex between them was not missed.

°It was a couple straight from hell.

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@icarus-star , @raewritesfiction , @kiwiiicandiii

[markliving]

Be the poet and i will be your soldier

pairing: quackity x f!reader (lawyer!quackity x lawyer!reader)

warnings: lawyers!au, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, mentions of quackity real name, this history don't pass in our reality, english is not my firts language.

synopse: you thought you hated Alex. And Alex thought he hated you. What none of you knew was that a particularly difficult case, and some unexpected events during the case, would leave you both living under the same roof and with some unknown feelings being revealed.

word count: 970

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1. a chilling start

You looked intently at the white roof from the guest room in Alexis' house. The ticking of the clock was the only sound that could divert your mind from the latest events in your life, which, at first, were going from bad to worse.

You couldn't tell your family and friends anything outside of work. You thought they would worry more than they should, but most of the time they were right, and in your opinion, it wasn't necessary because it was close to being over.

Not only that, but you needed to close your eyes and sleep urgently, after all, tomorrow was the last day of your stay at Alex's house, and also the last trial of the case. Yet, why did your heart seem to break every time you thought about leaving him? It scared you to think that you would never again be able to look into his eyes and see that they didn't reflect hate, but rather adoration. He was your biggest enemy, so why these strange feelings?

You could hear him mumbling around the apartment, probably trying to find the case papers he left scattered around the house last night while you guys talked about them. And now that your brain was alerted by the noises outside the room, you wanted more and more to disappear from the universe, not exist and let everything disappear. How would you face him the next morning without feeling embarrassed and saying that you remembered the revealing conversation you two had while you were drunk, and that, in fact, it was actually all a farce?

And then you remembered that it was all the fault of Chris, your boss, and, also, future cupid.

All this whole problem starts when Chris puts you and Alex on the same case, even knowing that you don't like each other and having heard that you two have had problems since the beginning of college. His wife, who had already seen some of the disagreements between the two of you, said it was just a misunderstanding of feelings that neither of you could bear and even proposed that he do something to help other people in the office have some kind of peace. So, when he received the papers from the Miller brothers, he knew this was the perfect time to bring the two of you together and maybe get the two of you to come to a peace agreement.

"Sir, with all respect, but what kind of joke is that?", you asked Chris as soon as you heard him say about the case that you two would have to work together, anxiously pressing your nails into your palm, leaving a few marks.

“You heard right, miss. I believe that the two of you can do a good defense job together, so the two of you will work together”, he responded, while pushing a blue folder, which contained the various papers with information about the case, on the table further ahead.

Alex looked at you, analyzing your face, trying to find some trace of something that wasn't anger or something like that, but he was caught by your gaze, making him look away and look forward again with a bit of shame. So he took the blue folder, pressed it firmly, and spoke.

“Sir, I think just one of us can do this job alone, after all, you said that in the beginning…”, Alex made a pause before starting speaking again. “But, even though I'm against this idea, I accept working with her in this case”. 

You laughed sarcastically at his words. You thought it was funny how he sounded when he said it, and you even considered saying it back, but Chris was starting to get impatient, and you chose to accept that idea, leaving the room shortly after with strong steps.

“Please try not to kill each other”, the boss asked Alex, who was still in the room, and received a nod of confirmation from him, who also immediately left the room.

After that day, the two of you began studying the case in silence during office hours. Your coworkers were afraid that at any moment the two time bombs, Alex and you, could go off and cause a huge mess during the time you spent together. And finally, on a busy day for both of you, before a meeting with the client in the case, John Miller, whom you were both defending, the confusion that was feared at the time began.

And of course, the two of you would have different ideas, everyone expected that, but you both had strong geniuses, and anything different was a reason for discussion. A few minutes before starting the meeting, it seemed that Hurricane Katrina had passed and Chris had to intervene, giving the two of you a huge scolding for your childishness and informality, and you both still seemed to have fire in your eyes even after all the confusion.

As soon as John Miller entered the room, the two of you returned to focus on the case and began the meeting with the client. What you didn't expect was that this was the beginning of a bigger nightmare, and that the little fight between you wasn't the biggest one of all.

After the first trial, which, to be honest, didn't result in any progress in the story, the brothers didn't want to collaborate. The witnesses questioned did not say anything that you had not been informed about, which caused a huge headache when it came to studying other means that could be used in the defense. However, a few days later, something that alarmed everyone involved, not only in the case, but also the other lawyers in the office, located in the place where you lived, warned them that everything was more dangerous than they imagined.

a/n: hello hello! I hope you enjoyed this first chapter, I promise to update this week with another chapter and another, probably, with gojo.

[little-diable]

Tangled Faith - Tommy Shelby 3/4

Thank you for the love on the first part of this, I can't wait to hear what y'all think about this chapter. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader, a female pastor, takes over the Catholic Church in Tommy's part of the city, so, it doesn't take long for her and Tommy to cross paths. Even though she tries to stay out of his business, Tommy can't help but notice that something seems off about the woman.

Warnings: 18+, lots of tension and finally some smut, mentions weapons, blood, arson, threats, religious connotations

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x female pastor reader

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Part One Part Two Part Four

Silence. A brooding silence. A silence so loud (y/n)’s ears rang as if a shot had been fired right next to her. Warm water engulfed her now clean body, hands no longer carbon black. Her thoughts were racing, eyes unable to flutter close due to the memories she was tormented by, reminding her of the high flames that danced as if Lucifer himself had been the arsonist setting her holy halls on fire. 

“Here, this should fit you.” His voice was calm, body carried closer with cautious steps. Their eyes didn’t break contact, not as he sat down on the edge of his tub, not as he reached for a washcloth, dipping it into the warm water to clean her face. Their moment had something awfully familiar and intimate to it, making her feel protected, cared for even, sensations she no longer was used to experiencing. 

“I’m sorry.” The words rolled off her tongue, gaze fluttering down to her hands, moving her fingers through the water as she stumbled over her words. “I was angry, and scared. Deep down I knew it wasn’t you.”

“‘S alright, I’m glad you didn’t get hurt.” Tommy’s eyes flickered down to her lips, just for a short moment, using her distraction to his advantage. An unfamiliar kind of anger had filled Tommy as he had laid his eyes upon her distressed features, eyes wide and hair tangled. He had instantly known that it had been the Italians, knew their exact reason for doing it, but he wasn’t ready to share it with her yet, wasn’t ready to let her in on why he was the reason for this unfortunate event after all. “I’ll wait for you in my office.” 

Tommy left the bathroom without looking back once, pondering over his thoughts as (y/n) rose from the water, wrapping the soft towel around her naked frame. She didn’t dare study her frame, drying herself with quick movements, pulling the shirt of his over her head that covered her upper body and most parts of her thighs. Slowly she left the bathroom behind, finding her way to his study, taking the glass filled with liquor from his hands. 

“I will take care of Changretta, but for the time being, you’ll stay here, can’t risk getting hurt again.” He alighted his cigarette, leaning against his desk as his eyes studied her clean features, making her appear younger than all these hours ago, no longer plagued by her anger and fright, unsure about the next moves she should follow. (Y/n) took a sip of her drink, buying herself some more time before she slowly nodded her head with a defeated sigh spilling from her lips. 

“I have to return to the church tomorrow to look after the nuns. I will stay here, but I won’t hide.” It took Tommy a moment to reply, slowly accepting that he couldn’t guide the woman, too strong-headed, just like he was. 

For the first time since they’ve crossed paths, both were engulfed by a comforting silence, no longer forcing them to speak up, to share threats and deals, but a silence that allowed them to relish in one another’s company. There was a strange tension between them, binding the two together as if they’ve been at their back and forth for weeks, not just mere days. As he finished smoking his cigarette, Tommy found himself moving closer towards the female pastor, hand darting out to cup her cheek, just like he had done the night before. There was something awfully familiar to (y/n), something he couldn’t put his finger on, and yet Tommy couldn’t help but chase her closeness, lips ghosting over hers. 

He gave her a chance to move away, and yet the woman didn’t dare move, glass placed down to be able to wrap her arms around his neck. The kiss managed to give their emotions enough room to flush through their veins, silently communicated between them  as Tommy’s tongue ran along her lower lip, deepening the kiss. She was guided towards the comfortable armchair, pulled into his lap without breaking the kiss once. 

(Y/n)’s core was pressed against his crotch, feeling his hardening cock pressing against her, desperate to be touched. Her fingers moved quickly, undoing his trousers to free his cock, silently praising the Lord that Tommy wasn’t stopping her, allowing (y/n) to touch him. She pushed him away from her swollen lips, spitting into her palm before she started to pump his cock. Tommy’s groans reverberated through his office, echoing off his walls like a cry of help, though he didn’t want to be rescued, gladly giving into the pull. 

“Fuck, stop.” Her hands stopped moving, dilated pupils finding his lust blown ones, but (y/n) didn’t get any time to ask why he had forced her away from him, eyes fluttering close as his hand cupped her bare cunt, fingers collecting drops of her arousal. Her body was craving his touch, and had been starving for months on end, just as desperate as Tommy felt. (Y/n)’s head rolled back, eyes squeezed shut to give the moan roaring through her enough room, followed by a string of curses leaving her, needing to adjust to the two fingers he had pushed into her. 

Tommy fucked her with his fingers for a few moments, preparing her for his aching cock, marvelling at her moaning frame. His body was filled with heat, a heat biting like the fire that had burned her church, a fire that had ripped her nuns away from the holy halls, a fire that now also burned inside her system. A grin tugged on Tommy’s lips as he pulled his hands from her core, coaxing a whine out of (y/n), sounds that were stuck in her throat as he pushed his fingers into her mouth. 

Her taste lingered on her tongue as his hands found her waist, helping her position herself before she sank down on his cock. The both of them moaned in unison, clinging to one another for a few seconds before (y/n) started moving, fucking herself with his cock disappearing deep inside of her. Their bodies searched one another, needing to  feel the rising highs this very interaction promised them.

“I, fuck,” (y/n) choked on the words rolling off her tongue, eyes searching his, getting lost in the blue colour that reminded her of summer evenings and winter nights, a combination so wrong, it made perfect sense to her. Her body was covered in goosebumps, hardening nipples pressed against the fabric of her shirt, aching to be touched. One of his hands left her thighs, disappearing beneath the shirt to find her right breast, thumb flickering her nipple. (Y/n)’s moans kept on guiding him, forcing his hips to jerk, meeting her movements. 

Only as Tommy felt her pace growing uneven did he take over, fucking into her with his fingers leaving marks on her skin. Both were close to the edge, bodies trembling, thighs shaking, and hearts roaring. She was pulled in for another kiss before they came in unison, movements forced to halt as the intense sensation flushed through them. 

(Y/n) nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, deeply exhaling as she felt his cum dripping out of her, making a mess on the chair, a mess Tommy was about to wipe away with his handkerchief. For a few moments they relished in their silence, clinging to one another, a silence that was interrupted by the sound of somebody impatient knocking on Tommy’s door. Gently he pushed her off him, tugging his cock back into his trousers before he left his office. (Y/n) gave it a few moments before she followed him, eyes focused on the door Tommy ripped open, exposing the all too familiar features of a person she had tried to run from. 

“Well, would you look at that? Once I heard that Tommy Shelby told the Italians the church is now owned by him, I had to follow the call. I should have guessed that I’d find you here, (y/n).” Alfie Solomon’s voice echoed through the house, forcing (y/n)’s eyes to momentarily flutter close. 

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Ghostly Happenings - Silver (Part 3)

Author Notes: Only one more section to go after this one! Anyhow, this is the third section of my Halloween/October twst fic series. Much of what I said about the first and second parts of this fic holds true for this one. The entire series is post Diasomnia overblot, hopefully non canon-compliant, and was greatly inspired by the 1947 movie "The Ghost and Mrs. Muir." I also listened to "Freaking Me Out" by Ava Max while writing this fic series. As per usual, reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ Ghost AU/ noncanon compliant/ Post Diasomnia overblot/ tad bit of angst with comfort/ fluff/ romance implied/ pining

Word Count: 1105

{Part 1}, {Part 2}, {Part 3: You're Here!}, {Part 4}

Also available on AO3 (link deleted due to glitches)

Predictably, I didn’t get much sleep that night, and I was still exhausted even as I trudged into the bathroom to scrub the floors.

I hadn’t said anything to Grim about the identity of our new ghostly companion, and I hadn’t seen Silver since he’d disappeared last night.

To be honest, a part of me doubted that I’d ever even seen him and hadn’t just dreamed him up in one of those brief snatches of rest I had gotten.

After all, I had been reminiscing about my school days, and the memory of Silver was an indelible one. 

His death was something I would never forget. How could I, when it had happened the way it did after I’d just become close to him?

In addition to that, Silver always had looked like someone a person could only dream up. Being that attractive ought to be impossible. Though, to be fair, a lot of my classmates had been and remained unrealistically attractive. 

I’d always just assumed it was something about the water in this world.

I scrubbed at one particularly stained tile with a frown as I continued to muse to myself about the events of last night.

 It really did make more sense for me to have dreamed up Silver being the new ghost at Ramshackle. His being here didn’t make any sense. 

While it was true he probably was unhappy with the fact his life had been cut short, I couldn’t see Silver being someone to keep clinging to life. He’d always been so accepting of everything that came his way.

Not to say that he hadn’t been a fighter, but… He hadn’t struck me as someone who kept clinging to something after it was already over. He was graceful that way. It was something I’d always admired.

And then there was the matter of Lilia, Sebek, and Malleus. Silver would stay near them if he’d become a ghost. They were the people he’d been closest to. His family. He wouldn’t come and live at Ramshackle dorm, even if that was where a lot of ghosts liked to come.

I’d probably just dreamed up the events of last night due to missing him, regretting things that had happened, and having let myself wallow in nostalgia for a brief bit. 

I’d always had weird dreams since coming to Twisted Wonderland anyway. Plus, it wasn’t like I hadn’t ever dreamed of Silver before… It was just that they weren’t usually quite so realistic and usually left me waking up with a frown. Wishing I could just go back to sleep and re-enter my pleasant dreams rather than having to get up.

The worst part about my dream about ghostly Silver was that I couldn’t talk about it with anyone. They’d only worry about how I was living alone with just Grim and some ghosts.

Pretty much all of my friends would invite me to come live with them just for fear that the solitude was getting to me. And it would be kind of them to do so even after I’d already told them no several times.

Malleus, in particular, wouldn’t let the matter go. I knew perfectly well that he blamed himself for Silver’s death and had always regretted everything about his overblot including, my involvement in it, since, up until then, I had been his means of escape from the chains his own life held.

Bringing up a strange dream about Silver haunting me at Ramshackle would only serve to drag up those nasty old memories.

So I knew, for a fact, that Malleus would insist that I come and live at his palace in the Valley of Thorns so that I would no longer be alone. Because he knew and understood loneliness to a special degree that many didn’t.

I sighed to myself as I pondered the fae who remained a close friend of mine even after everything that had happened. He was one of the ones who always expressed so much concern as to how I was coping with continuing to live at Ramshackle dorm.

I had no doubts that he was, to a degree, projecting his past loneliness and sorrow onto me. Because that’s just the way Malleus was.

There was no way I could ever broach the subject of a ghostly Silver to him or any of my other friends from the Valley of Thorns. After all, Lilia had blamed himself much like Malleus did, and so did Sebek.

All of them persisted in blaming themselves even though, in reality, there was one person who bore far more blame when it came to Silver’s death….

I shook my head, annoyed with myself for even starting to go through that same dusty old thought process as I willed myself to stop thinking about the dream that continued to haunt me, much like how its contents would have been if it had been reality. And perhaps I wished it were reality.

But going down that line of thought was never a good idea and was precisely the reason I avoided thinking about Malleus’s overblot in particular. Nothing good ever came of it since it always brought silly little what-ifs to mind that could never come true.

Guilt-tripping myself wouldn’t fix anything. It wouldn’t bring Silver back, and it wouldn’t change anything at all. 

My fingers curled around the wet cloth in my hand as I focused hard on the floor. Swallowing thickly as I repeated that same harsh truth to myself as a way to ground myself from my own depressing thoughts.

Silver hadn’t come back just to haunt my home and spend time with me. And I couldn’t decide if that was a truth that relieved me or broke my heart.

I dropped the now-filthy rag back into my bucket of now-dirty water as the bell tolled that classes were about to start. I was right on time with finishing my cleaning as usual.

The bathroom was clean for the upcoming horde of students who may or may not maintain a reasonably clean state. But I wasn’t actually bitter about it. 

After all, I’d been far harder on this school than any of them had managed thus far, and I honestly prayed it stayed that way. I didn’t know if the teachers could handle that level of drama again.

Now all that was left to my day was a bit of mopping and cleaning up any accidents that occurred in alchemy or potionology. Both were, without a doubt, the messiest classes outside of P.E. And the lawn wasn’t part of my job, so P.E. was of no concern to me.

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hi love! could you maybe do this one “I need to tell you something...” with dads!wolfstar or just dad!remus (and yes bisexual!reader!)? <3 thank you if you do and I understand if not <33

It’s okay to like both

dads! wolfstar x daughter! reader 

Summary: Remus and Sirius’ daughter is having a hard time figuring out her feelings, after getting overwhelmed at a family event, she finally tells them she’s bi

Warnings: comfort fluff, Sirius and Remus being the greatest dads, mentions of food and drinking, Dorca being a fab aunt

A/n: 1.8k words, hi cutie! yeah of course, I actually almost did the original as wolfstar but i wasn't sure if thats what the requester wanted, see the solo Sirius one here, again i hope i did a good job with this, enjoy 💛

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You were sat on a bit of wall listening to your godbrother gush over how pretty Ginny looked “You probably don’t get it but she’s just…” he sighs looking over at her “I just want to hold her hand and brush her hair…merlin I must sound so pathetic” he whines head falling into his hands

Looking over at the girl you see her giggling and smiling with Hermione, Harry was right she did look stunning, more so than usual but there was an ache in your chest that he didn’t think you would understand the attraction

“You aren’t pathetic it’s sweet” you assure him, hand on his shoulder as he leaned on the wall beside you

Harry places his hand on top of yours “Speaking of Weasleys?” he points to Fred and George arriving

You chuckle nervously, watching as Fred and Ginny hugged before engaging in conversation, the two of them your definition of bi panic. You had gotten over your crush on Ginny some time ago, she was better suited for Harry…or Luna if she was into women, while your crush on Fred was still debatable, it didn’t help everyone saying you were perfect for each other

Even if that fact was true you couldn’t help but feel like they were putting you in a box, a box that stopped you from pursuing any kind of relationship. You would think having gay dads you wouldn’t feel so nervous, hell you could even see your aunties Marlene and Dorcas dancing together with their toddler at that very moment, you were surrounded by openly out people yet you were utterly terrified

You knew your friends would accept you, but understanding you was a different story. You knew your dad, Sirius, had dated women in that past but the way he talked about it made it sound like he was in denial. Your other dad, Remus, had dated a boy called Grant before finally getting with Sirius for good, and your aunties had only ever been with each other.

You felt like the way you were was…wrong but that wasn’t the quite the right word, more strange. Because you liked both, you had tried to stick one way or the other, force yourself into the straight or gay box but every time some cute girl or guy would come along and your little heart would flutter like crazy

“Earth to y/n” Harry waves his hand in front of your face, snapping you out of your thoughts and making you look around to see Ginny, Fred and your godbrother all looking at you somewhere between amused and concerned

“Alright love?” Fred asks with a smile you could just melt in to

You nod “Yeah just spaced” you tilt your head side to side

You felt Ginny’s hand move to your forehead “You sure?” she asks and you feel your face heat “Maybe it’s the sun”

“I’m fine really” you try to assure them

You felt more than a little panicked with the attention especially as you couldn’t tell them the real reason

They didn't look convinced “I can get you a drink lo…” Fred motions to the table but you cut him off abruptly

You jump down from the wall “No I’m fine” you say ruder than you meant, instantly feeling bad “I’m fine, I'm normal, I'm fine” you repeat making your way back into the house, feeling embarrassed and confused

They all watched you leave looking deflated, Fred worse than the others

“You want me to go after her?” Ginny asks Harry

He shakes his head “She’s been acting weird for a while, I think I’ll go get Sirius and Remus” he says giving the two a small smile

Harry makes his way over to Sirius and Remus who were dancing, although it was more Sirius dancing around Remus 

“Uncle Sirius, Remus” he gains their attention

Sirius’ face lights up “Alright Harry” he moves to wrap his arm around the boy’s shoulder “Up to mischief I hope” he smirks

Harry turns to Remus “He’s had a mimosa”

“Or two” Sirius confesses with a chuckle before looking around “Thought you were our pup? She better not be off with Weasley I haven’t had the chance to put the living fear of Salazar in him yet” 

Remus chuckles at his husband “I think virgin mimosas from now on”

Sirius scoffs “I am no vir…” he sees Harrys look of disgust “…forgot you were there” he cringes messing up the boys hair endearingly “Where is our pup?” he asks a little more serious as his eyes scan the crowd and can't see you

“She got a little upset and went inside, I think somethings going on with her, she’s been a little off recently” Harry explains, the men’s faces instantly concerned 

Sirius was about to march in but Remus stopped him “Tell us what happened first so we know the context”

While Harry explains your abnormal behaviour and the events which just transpired, you were crying on the one of the couches inside, sniffing so much you didn’t see your aunt Dorca approaching until you felt the dip in the couch next to you

“Honey you alright?” she asks with the softest voice

You shake your head unable to form any words

She reaches out to take your hand while the other rubs circles in your lower back “Do you want to talk about it?”

You shake your head once again

“Hug?” she offers

You nod this time, falling into her as she shuffles closer to you, wrapping her arms around you in a bubble of support. That was one thing you loved about Dorca, she never needed context, she didn't even need to hear a word and she somehow made everything feel like it was going to be okay

“Don’t worry about getting anything on my dress, my little ones already puked on it” she says making you let out a small giggle even more so as she adds “twice”

She held you for a good few minutes before you pulled back, trying to wipe your nose with your hand but she pulls out a handkerchief and wipes it for you

“Blow” you do as she says “Good girl” she smiles warmly, folding the snotty fabric and putting in her baby bag

“Thank you” you say, voice raspy from the crying

She squeezes your hand “What are aunties for” she winks at you before both of you turn to see your fathers entering the room “I’ll leave you to the experts” she kisses your cheek and stands up

Walking out she gives Sirius’ the mens shoulders a small pat

Remus makes his way over to sit beside you while Sirius crouches down in front, Remus’ hand moving to pick away the pieces of hair which had stuck to your face while Sirius just gives you an assuring smile

“Hi” you greet them in the tiniest voice

Sirius takes your hand in his “What’s wrong pup?” he asks, he looks sad with a hint of worry sprinkled over it

You look between your fathers, chewing on your bottom lip as you try to figure out how to tell them...if you should tell them

“You don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to” Remus reassures you

You sniff again going to wipe your nose when Remus pinches at the end of his jumper and wipes it for you “Thanks dad” you give him a thankful smile

He smiles back. You then turn to your other dad to see him giving you a similar look, his soft grey eyes looking up at you with such love and reassurance, you decide it was time

“I…” you look between them a few times before just blurting it out “I like girls and boys...like, like like both, like fancy them” you say it quickly before closing your eyes tightly like you had just released a bomb, cringing that you said 'like' way too many times

You don’t hear anything for a few seconds so you open one of your eyes peeking out to see Sirius looking a little amused by your actions

“Aww pup come here” he hithers, moving onto his knees and shuffling back

You half fall off the couch and into your dads’ arms, your other father moving down as well and rubbing your back, giving Sirius a kiss to the cheek

“Is that why you were so upset?” Remus asks as you pull away

You nod “I was scared, I didn’t know if it was okay to like both” you confess

Their heart ache, they never wanted you to feel the way they did about their own sexualities, they had tried so hard to just let you do your own thing and come to them with it that they never realised it had only made you more confused

Remus places his hand on your shoulder, then moves it up to graze his thumb over you cheek “It’s okay to be scared, I was too” 

“And it is okay to like both, more than okay pup” Sirius adds

Remus pulls you into a tight hug “I’m so sorry if we made you feel like you couldn’t tell us” he kisses the side of your hair

“It's okay Dad...but I can’t breathe” you say a little strained

“Oh” Remus pulls back with a small chuckle “Sorry pup” he cups your cheek before pressing a kiss to your temple

“Do you want to talk about it?” Sirius asks in a way you know it’s okay to say no to

After taking a second to think, you begin to explain how you were feeling. How you first started to realise you liked girls then grew confused when you started feeling the same way about boys, your crushes on certain Weasleys, and why you felt so confused.

They just listened to you at first, allowing you to let all of the emotional baggage that had been weighing you down for so long out. Watching as you became more confident the longer the conversation went on, ‘I thinks’ shifting to ‘I knows’ but there was just one thing you needed to ask, one thing that you needed to know

“If I ended up with a boy…” you start but trail off 

Sirius knows where you’re going with it though and he places his hands on your shoulders “That doesn’t make you any less bisexual pup, likewise if you date a girl, and if anyone says anything, you have two dads, two aunties who happen to have a child that looks like a future ass kicker if Marls' raising her…” you giggle “…not to mention godparents and so many friends that will kick their arse for it”

“You think my friends will be okay with it?” you ask them hopefully

They nod “You’re still you pup, they love you and they will even more when you’re ready to be your full self” Sirius says firmly, making sure you know how loved you are

“And to be clear you don’t have to tell anyone else until you’re ready” Remus assures

You give them a big smile nodding, feeling lighter

As you were about to stand up you hear footsteps followed by Fred coming into the room 

He stops awkwardly “I was sent in for skewers, we’re gonna roast marshmallows” his eyes going to you as he explains, a hit of sadness in them at the tear stains but it washes away as you smile

“You want to join them?” Remus asks

You nod “I can show you where they are” you stand leading him into the dining room “This way Freddie” you gesture for him to come

The boy smiles as he follows you but it turns to a mild fear as Sirius points two fingers to his eyes and then back to him basically saying ‘I’m watching you’ before Remus nudges him playfully yet also gives him a quick look to say ‘he’s right though we will kill you if you hurt her’

Thank you for reading, feel free to comment and let me know what you think 💛

[futureplayboibunnie]

‘Jealousy’

Dr Strange x fem! reader!

I LOVE THIS ONE but its super long <3

SMUT 18+

‘’Where the fuck is it?’’ You groaned into the air surrounding your room, the reality of your diary going missing hitting you like a speeding truck at a red light. You weren't even out of your dress yet.

Your mind was running rampant with the sly idea of someone in the Compound taking it and scanning over your inner most thoughts dwelling in the deep dark lagoonless cave of your mind. You left it at the Compound a few weeks ago but you specifically remembered bringing it home to your apartment. But there was no sign of it anywhere. As you toppled over your cabinets and drawers, you attempted to soothe your nerves with the idea that you had just misplaced it somewhere around here and it made you look at the clock. It was 1:43 am. You had been rummaging around for two hours. Life was starting to blur into something pointless. You accepted your fate with a sigh, the fact that you couldn't journal tonight made you uneasy. You just had so much to say, tonight was so... eventful.

—

Believe it or not, you were actually excited for this night. Stark always threw the most extravagant of parties and now you were regretting it all. Shame and embarrassment was brewing on your face, the red flushing against your cheeks illiciting a cold sweat appear upon your brow.

Everyone was gathering and conversing aand it only added to your nerves. Stephen Strange had absolutely nothing to do with it. At all. Your toes curled into your heels as you glanced at Stephen, it was impossible not to rip your eyes away from him as he was literally standing across from you. He was intensely handsome and was oozing with sex appeal.

However, you couldn't really look at him the same as you accidentally overheard something that you shouldn't have. It was Stephen on the phone- on the phone with a woman. He had scurried away from the party as if no one would ever notice if he was gone- you always noticed.

‘’I just want to see you right now, but I can't. I'm stuck at am Stark party.’’ He huffed against his phone. You raised an inquisitive eyebrow at his disheartening response. Stephen wanted to leave? Leave you? You heard the woman giggle across the line and it made a certain sort of jealousy bubble inside of your gut. You couldn't hear what she said in response though.

‘’You gonna fuck yourself and pretend it's me?’’ Stephen rasped huskily against the phone and it made you scramble to stop listening and go back downstairs. You were blushing like a flustered idiot; you hated admitting that you were jealous of whatever young, bouncy, brainless woman he was fucking next- you were everything that they didn't have.

As you made your way down the hall, carrying your blush with you, your body was met with Sam's broad torso and your nerves were anything but pacified- this was it, you were caught in the act.

‘’Y/N? What are you doing up here?’’ Sam questioned.

‘’Oh, nothing...Just went to the bathroom.’’ You gave him a sweet, awkward smile hoping he wouldn't interrogate you and would let you off the hook instead.

‘’Oh, so you weren't chasing Strange down?’’ It was obvious he saw right through you and your instant psyche mechanism was to be defensive.

‘’What? Hell no. I just needed a piss Sam. Are you seriously questioning my piss right now?’’ You laughed condescendingly.

‘’No I'm questioning how much 'you want Stephen to defile you' but I don't know I think I might just be pulling that out of my ass.’’ Sam chuckled at you knowingly as he took his laugh with him as he walkedaway from you. What the fuck? He knew your secret. Fuck this.

‘’What?’’

‘’I'm actually kind of jealous of him, the guy gets so much pussy. I wonder how he does it.’’ His voice trailed off as he finally left your view.

He just had to rub salt into the wound

What made you worry was you remember writing something extremely similar in your diary about Stephen defiling you. Wait. Has Sam read your diary?

No. Impossible. No one has seen your diary, no one has read your dirty and dark desires which mostly included Stephen. You were just reading into things and being paranoid.

No one knows anything. Everything is fine.

—

Your paranoia was poisoning you. You couldn't find it anywhere and now all your thoughts were on Stephen. Just him and your impossible jealousy for the women that have had the luxury of being bedded by him. You still haven't made it out of your dress and it was making you increasingly uncomfortable.

You grovelled to your bathroom to get ready for bed and put this ugly night behind you. You winced at the sight of yourself in the mirror. You thought your mind was playing a sick trick on you when you felt a shadow to the right of you, you glanced up again into the reflection and jumped when you saw Stephen behind you; stood with a crooked smile on his face. You jumped and gasped as you registered the fact that he was here.

He was right here. In your house. In your fucking bathroom. You whipped yourself around to fully face him, you regained your usual cynical defensive composure.

‘’You're so...jumpy.’’He remarked and it made you all the more self conscious. He was still in his tux.

‘’What's your issue? What are you doing here?’’ You responded, too tired by your jealousy.

‘’What, so I can't see you?’’

‘’I just don't appreciate you portalling into my shitter.’’ You smiled sarcastically. ‘’And besides, don't you have another bimbo you need to fuck?’’ You walked out of the bathroom and Stephen couldn't help but follow you like a lost puppy.

‘’No I've actually spent most of my nights reading this.’’ You turned around and you observed that he was holding up your fucking diary.

Your whole world was tipping on its side.

‘’Sam stole it for me. He was also on the phone with me tonight as one of my said ‘bimbos.’’’ He explained with a stupid cocky smirk on his face. It was a fucking ploy?

‘’What are you guys, 12!? Give it back now!’’ You tumbled your way to him and tried prying it from his skilled marred hands, but he was edging it away from you as a means of torturing you. As if you needed any more of that. Stephen thought you were adorable.

‘’Relax, you're fine.’’ He said way too casually as if he hasn't read your innermost thoughts.

‘’You know what, I give up. Fuck it and fuck you.’’ You raised your hands up as a means of surrender, your seething tongue piercing through the shame and embarrassment. You sat yourself at the edge of your bed and crossed your arms and legs in a huff, your whole body was tense.

‘’I want Stephen to fuck and ruin me into a different dimension, I don't like wanting someone this bad but he just makes me lose my mind. I hate him though, hate the way all he notices are one trick fucks. I think that's my favourite.’’ He bit his lip and stared right at you reading it and you have never felt so seen, his gaze darked with every utterance.

Stephen had been obsessing over you for a while now, it didn't take him long to understand how jealous you get. Quite frankly it was all thanks to Sam doing the morally devious thing of stealing your diary. But Stephen couldn't help himself, he wanted you to make the first move so that he knew fully that you wanted him back. Stephen was rarely ever nervous when it came to women but you. God, you were his dream. All those other women were to fill the void of you, he pretended that it was you he was fucking but it was all just in his head. He saw you through all of them. You were becoming difficult to supress and extremely hard to read, he just had to make sure is all.

‘’You don't own the name Stephen. Maybe I was talking about another Stephen. Preferably a Stephen who doesn't fuck half the women he sees.’’ Your smile was venomous, you rolled your eyes at him as he made his way over to you.

‘’You are really specific in what you want, aren't you?’ He stared down at you and you felt very challenged under his gaze. You were entirely pissed off. His ego was soaring.

'’And I think you're compensating for something.'’ Your eyes darted to his dick and that made his face harden.

‘’Why is it always you that has to be in denial?’’ It wasn't really a question or a statement and it made confusion plague your features.

Stephen leaned down and pressed his lips to yours as he softly cradled your chin. The action made you shake at the sheer reality of it all, as he pulled himself away to make sure all of this was okay, he gazed into your stunning eyes and found that they were wild and brazen, and also quite surprised. He didn't understand why, he thought he made it excessively clear. The only way to tease it out of you was to make you jealous.

‘’Do it again.’’ You breathed against his lips sensually and he did exactly what you said. Stephen kissed you again, but you were against his lips harder. Opening your mouth to allow his tongue to taste at you, Stephen thought you were immensely sweet. You pulled him in by his tie to get his body heat closer to yours.

You yanked him as you layed down on the bed so he could position himself ontop of you. He shook his blazer off as your hands tugged at his hair. Beautiful bastard. Your mouths were glued together, the scratch of his beard only added to the sensation. You moaned as your tongues intertwined and were perpetually locked in an endless battle.

‘’May I?’’ He asked after ripping his lips away from yours, his fingers toyed with the straps of your dress. Stephen's politeness was another form of torture for you: you just wanted him to destroy you.

‘’Get me naked Stephen. Please.’’ You whispered against his lips and he had never heard anything as erotic as that. His lips tugged into a seductive smile.

He peeled it off you instantly, skin bare and soft and eyes impossibly wide in anticipation. Your tits were drawing his attention first, he paused before he could sink his teeth into them.

Stephen just gawked at you, dumbfouded by the reality of how someone could be that effortlessly beautiful, smart and funny. It was driving him mad.

‘’What?’’ You giggled bashfully as you began undoing his buttons on his dress shirt before ultimately discarding of it on your bedroom floor.

‘’I know you want me to fuck and ruin you into another dimension but...’’ Stephen cut himself off as you began suckling and biting at his neck and ruffling his hair with your hands.

'I want to savour every bit of you, I don't care how long it takes.' Stephen confessed breathlessly and it made you halt in your tracks and blink up at him in his lust clouded eyes.

You guided his hands to toy with the thin string of your underwear and it made Stephen's eyes widen.

‘’Feel how much I want you, feel how wet I am for you. Take whatever you want from me, stretch it out for me. Please.’’ Your kiss was intoxicating and as honeyed as your voice. His fingers ripped away at your panties before he shimmied them down your legs and kicked his pants off.

‘’You're such a good girl. My good girl.’’ Stephen pushed his hard aching cock into you at such an impossible depth. You were so tight it was like you were vacuum sealed to his dick. The use of the pet name made you screw your eyes shut in pure pleasure.

As he began setting a slow yet deep rhythm, his fingers were playing with your already swollen clit. It was all so stimulating- his hands and teeth were taking turns on your tits and it made you throw your head back in pleasure. Your body melted into his perfectly as your back arched off the bed and into him.

‘’Mine. You're mine. Understand?’’ Stephen growled, his eyes locked onto yours as he was making such slow, deep and intimate love to you. Sex has never felt this personal and hot before and it was all his fault and doing.

"Yours.’’ You sighed as he kissed at your neck tenderly. He kept repeating his ministrations were becoming impossible to bear. You felt like you were about to explode.

You found your undoing at that. Being his? Fucking hell. You came hard onto him as his fingers intertwined with your and he held them firmly. Eyes gazing desperately into eyes, he let himself lose it at how you bore your entire soul through them.

That silence when he was just holding you was his favourite part. Stephen finally felt the warmth of you in his arms, tracing little shapes on the soft suppleness of your skin.

Everything just felt so personal tonight, you let him in and he wanted to stay there until he had nothing left to lose but you.

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wait now that i’m re-reading its hella short fml