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luvsupa · 8 months ago

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I WANT TO HEAR YOU SCREAMMM!

summary: whatever you do, do not fuck mr.ghostface!

tags: ghostface!geto x fem!reader, naoya mention .., set in the 90s and inspired by fear street!!, smut, ōral sex (m and f receiving), knife play, slightly mask kink, humiliation kink, exhibitionism kinda, death, mentions of blood, etc, mdni

w.c: around 3.6k (sorry I got carried away …)

a/n: THANK U GUYS FOR 1.6K WAAAATTTT WE GOIN UPPPPP YEASSS

+ geto in tbis fic looks just like this fanart 🙂‍↕️

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you lean against the register, bored out of your mind as you scribble distorted faces on your company’s notepad. working a night shift sucks—especially a closing shift. you huff as the intercom blasts the latest rock song, a weak attempt to liven up the dead atmosphere. lately, the cd shop has been busy with customers buying vinyls, posters, and movies. ugh, it was so annoying having to scan the newest movie, scream. the line was always so long it nearly wrapped around the whole building!

you glance out the glass front doors, scanning the empty, dark streets, genuinely debating whether you should close two hours early since no one is coming. your attention shifts as you hear the bell ring, indicating a customer entering.

ugh.

your smile drops when you see naoya, your annoying coworker who flirts with you in the weirdest ways. he’s always condescending and putting you down until you found out from another coworker that he’s actually attracted to you. he walks toward you, standing in front of the register as if he were a customer. you honestly forgot he was still here after he said he would take a ‘five-minute’ break an hour ago.

“you don’t get paid to draw, now do you?” he says, leaning over to grab the notebook. you let him take it, but he rips the page clean, crumpling it in his fist. gosh, you hated when he acted like the manager. “anyways, I’m clocking out! must suck having to stay for another… two hours!” he laughs, glancing at the clock above. he giggles as he walks behind the counter into the bright red font ‘employees only’ room, leaving you scoffing in annoyance. you waste time fixing the decorations on the register as every minute drags by.

ring!

your heart stops when you hear the company phone ringing. who the hell calls at this hour? you pick up the corded telephone and force yourself into a professional tone.

“thank you for calling cursed tracks, how may I help you?” you say, lazily watching over the store. there’s a long pause, and your brows furrow. is this a prank call?

“hello—”

“what’s your favorite scary movie?”

you burst out laughing, doubling over at the blatant prank call. there’s no way. it’s beyond cringey that you would be a victim of ghostface’s evil scheme. tears roll down your cheeks as you hang up the phone, your laughter still ringing in your ears. but then, you stumble backward, colliding with something solid—no, someone. your laughter halts as you slowly turn your head, gulping hard as your eyes drop in horror. screaming in genuine fear, you see him: ghostface, knife in hand, just like in the movies.

you stumble back into the counter, panic rising as you cry out, cornered in the booth. he drops his hand and bursts into laughter, and your brows furrow in confusion. he lifts his hand to remove the haunting mask, and embarrassment floods over you.

seriously.

“naoya, that wasn’t funny,” you snap, shoving him away as he continues to laugh uncontrollably. “you— you should’ve seen your face! I wish I recorded this— we would’ve been stars!” he wheezes, still amused as you find none of this funny. he continues to mimic your reaction, and you bite your lip to keep from lunging at him.

“stop wearing display costumes, asshole! you’re gonna get us in trouble,” you scold, turning away as he playfully bonks your head with the fake plastic knife. irritation washes over you.

“jeez, naoya— just leave already, you’re ruining my alone time,” you say coldly, clearly annoyed by his antics. you hear his footsteps retreating to the employee room, allowing you to calm down from his stupid joke.

you lean against the counter once again, watching over the store in boredom, your eyes feeling heavy as each minute passes. maybe you should really quit- you’re not getting paid enough for this. you roll your eyes at the ruckus coming from the room behind you—nayoa’s making way too much noise.

bastard, you mentally insult him.

you close your eyes to rest them, feeling exhausted from the long shift when you suddenly sense someone standing behind you. your eyes shoot open, and your heart drops again as you turn around to see nayoa in that damn ghostface costume.

“very fuckin’ funny, naoya,” you scoff, trying to ignore him, but he doesn’t move. he’s breathing heavily under the mask, staying still as if waiting for your reaction. you turn to yell at him, but the words choke in your throat. your eyes drop to the knife he’s gripping in his hand, and it looks too real—dripping with what looks like blood. your breathing quickens as you glance at the fake plastic knife that naoya left on the counter, your eyes twitching in disbelief.

“o-okay, naoya, you’re scaring me.”

“darling, who’s naoya?” the male voice says, distorted through the mask’s speaker. tears rush to your eyes as you see blood seeping from under the employee room door.

you step back, your back hitting the counter, trapping you just like before when nayoa scared you. the male steps closer, tears spilling down your cheeks as fear overwhelms you; you can’t call out for naoya—he’s fucking dead!

without thinking, you attempt to jump over the counter, but before you can touch the ground, you feel yourself being yanked back by strong hands. you squeal at how fast he moves, pinning you against the wall with one hand holding you in place and the other gripping the sharp, bloody knife to your throat. your eyes widen, the blade too close to your artery. if you looked up at the popcorn ceiling. you’d see the end of it—your life flashing before your eyes.

“oh pretty, you were just acting like a big girl,” geto coos, his voice soft yet terrifying. the grip on the knife loosens slightly as he pulls back his head, and your eyes remain shut, fear washing over you.

“y’r sooo fuckin’ nasty, huh,” geto comments, and your brows furrow as you stare at the creepy face behind the mask. he chuckles, and you follow his gaze down—oh fuck. you wish your body wasn’t reacting on its own! you’re grinding your hips against his knee placed between your thighs, your rhythm so subtle you didn’t even realize.

“let’s test how nasty you really get.”

those were the last words that echoed in your head as he had you behind the counter, knees grinding against the freezing floor, your jaw aching from the relentless thrusts. his thick cock slammed into your mouth with brutal force—so deep that you swore you could feel him in your chest, the bulge in your throat visible as he used you mercilessly. both of his hands gripped your head with brutal force, his long fingers tangling in your curly locks as he fucked your face like a filthy fucktoy. his groans, muffled by the infamous ghostface mask, sent shivers down your spine, the hollow black eyes staring soullessly at you as he threw his head back in ecstasy. the obscene sounds of wet gags and sloppy suction filled the store, the mess overwhelming—drool and spit spilled uncontrollably from your mouth, coating his shaft and dripping down your chin, soaking into the front of your work shirt.

your nose repeatedly slammed against his crotch, the rough patch of his pubes tickling against your skin, making you tear up even more. the strain in your jaw was unbearable, his fat cock stretching you wide, each thrust so forceful you thought your jaw might snap. but you kept your grip on his jeans, fingers digging into the fabric as your throat was pounded raw. his heavy black boot was wedged between your legs, you couldn’t stop grinding on him. each roll of your hips against his boot sent delicious friction through your core, and you were drenched, your panties soaked through your pants, sticking to your swollen folds. the slick sounds of your cunt rubbing against his boot mixed with the wet slurps coming from your mouth, each grind making you moan pathetically around his cock.

geto’s head dropped down to watch, eyes behind the hollow mask taking in the sight of you—a filthy, drooling mess on your knees with his cock buried so deep down your throat that a bulge swelled in your neck. drool poured from your lips in thick strings, and your hips moved desperately against his foot, grinding on him like you couldn’t help yourself. but he didn’t let you keep going. his movements stopped abruptly, and with a harsh yank, he pulled your head back off his cock, making you gag and cough, gasping for air. the sound of your desperate choking echoed through the store as strings of spit connected your swollen lips to his twitching tip, your eyes wide with lust and tears. the sight of you, completely ruined in your leggings, face soaked and pussy grinding against his boot, only made him harder, his cock throbbing in front of your face.

“you jus’ can’t help it, can you?” geto growls, his voice thick with cruel amusement as he grinds his boot harder into your cunt, your soaked panties doing nothing to dull the friction. the pressure sends jolts of filthy pleasure up your spine, making you cry out pathetically, your body writhing against him. his grin stretches behind the ghostface mask, those empty black eyes staring down at you, drinking in your desperation.

in a single, brutal motion, he rips you off the ground and slams you onto the counter, CDs clattering to the floor around you. your legs fly up, bent and spread wide, exposing you to him completely. his eyes rake over your body like you’re nothing more than prey. with a harsh tug, he rips your pants off, tossing them carelessly behind him. the moment his gaze lands on the soaked crotch of your panties, your clit twitches in response, your cunt clenching involuntarily, knowing what’s about to come. the fabric is practically see through now, drenched in fear and filthy arousal, and it only makes his smirk widen behind the mask.

your eyes are glossy, chest heaving as your legs stay bent up, thighs trembling with anticipation. you should be terrified, and you are—but the heat pulsing through your core is undeniable. the sight of him towering over you with that eerie mask, black eyes hollow and unfeeling, does something sick to you.

without warning, geto pulls a another knife from behind him, the blade gleaming dangerously in the store light. you gulp hard, a whimper escaping your lips as he waves it inches from your face, the cold steel sending a wave of fear coursing through you, but it only makes your cunt throb harder.

“don’t move,” he whispers darkly, dragging the tip of the knife down your neck, making your skin break out in goosebumps. the blade hovers over your chest, your nipples hardening as he traces your curves. he presses just enough to remind you of its sharpness, enough to let you know he could cut deep at any second. the threat lingers in the air, the thrill of it making your thighs tremble.

he doesn’t hesitate when he reaches your shirt. with a quick flick of his wrist, you hear the rippppp of fabric as the blade slices your work button-up clean open, exposing your bare chest. the sharpness of the knife cutting through the material like paper sends a shiver of fear and arousal down your spine.

“cheap shit,” he sneers, but the way your nipples perk in the cool air has his cock straining even harder. his hand moves lower, the tip of the blade dragging dangerously over your trembling stomach, inching closer and closer to your cunt.

you gasp when he finally reaches your panties, the cold metal resting against the swollen lips of your pussy. “y’know. . .” he trails off, voice thick with lust as he presses the flat of the blade against your clothed clit, the cold, sharp edge making you jerk involuntarily. “never had someone so . . .desperate in their final moments.”

it’s humiliating how your clit twitches at the contact, how your cunt clenches around nothing, soaked and aching for him. he notices, of course, the way your hips twitch toward the blade, and the wetness that’s already beginning to drip down your thighs.

“fuckin’ embarrassing,” he mutters, but his voice is laced with something darker—he’s getting off on this, on how soaked you are for him. the knife slides lower, grazing your inner thigh, just shy of cutting you, the scrape of the blade against your skin sending shivers through your body. you can feel your pulse in your clit, each drag of the cold steel only making you wetter, more desperate.

“this turning you on, baby?” he asks, his voice low and mocking. you can’t even respond, too lost in the filthy heat coursing through you.

with a quick flick of his wrist, the knife slices through your panties, the sharp blade cold against your slick folds. you gasp, your pussy finally exposed, clit twitching as the cool air hits your drenched core. the knife grazes your swollen lips, barely a whisper of pressure, but it’s enough to make you moan, your cunt clenching desperately.

he hums in approval, staring down at your glistening pussy, the wetness dripping from your folds, thighs trembling as you lie there helplessly. geto’s exposed cock twitches painfully at the sight, his eyes narrowing behind the mask as he drinks in how ruined you already are.

“fuckkk,” he mumbles, voice thick with lust. he lets the knife trail up, dragging it over your clit just enough to make you gasp, the cold edge sending waves of agonizing pleasure through you.

you’re fighting the urge to touch yourself, legs trembling with need, but he’s dragging it out, watching you suffer, savoring every filthy, desperate moan that spills from your lips. your cunt clenches again, dripping, aching for more, but all he does is graze the blade over your sensitive skin, keeping you on the edge, waiting for him to finally take what’s his.

without a second thought, geto rips off the ghostface mask, revealing his face in all its sinful glory. his long black hair cascades down his back, a few loose strands framing his face just right, giving him that perfect, messy look. your heart nearly stops at the sight—those silver piercings in his lower lip glint under the lights of the CD store. fuck. your breath catches as you realize just how devastatingly hot he is, a man who could ruin you in every sense of the word.

“f-fuck, mr. ghostface. . .you’re so fucking hot,” you moan, your cunt clenching involuntarily at the sight of him. he smirks, catching your reaction instantly, bringing the blade right back to your dripping cunt, but now it’s different—now you can see every twitch of that gorgeous smirk, every glint in his wicked eyes. nothing is processing in your mind at this point. you’re too far gone, body shaking as he holds all the power over you. he could do anything right now, and you’d let him.

geto leans in, inhaling deeply, letting your scent drive him mad before diving headfirst between your thighs. his lips find your cunt with no warning, devouring you like a fucking beast. his tongue plunges into your soaked hole with reckless abandon, the wet, obscene sounds echoing through the empty store. your back arches violently against the counter, the cold glass windows around the store only barrier between you and the outside world. if anyone walked by and caught sight of this—fuck, you’d be fired in an instant. but the thrill of that thought only makes the heat in your core burn hotter.

your body reacts before your mind can catch up, hands flying to tangle in his thick, soft hair, yanking him closer. he groans deep, the sound vibrating through your clit as you pull his head in tighter. mr. ghostface loves his hair being pulled—check! you think, feeling the way his body reacts to your grip, only making him devour you more ruthlessly.

his nose nudges your clit, adding to the torment as his tongue relentlessly works your insides, the metal ball of his tongue piercing sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. it’s so nasty, so fucking loud as he slurps up your juices, the slick sound echoing around the store. you can’t believe your body is making this much of a mess, slick dripping down your thighs, pooling on the counter beneath you. you’re losing it, completely undone by how he’s devouring you.

geto’s tongue is merciless, and just when you think it can’t get any better, he brings two thick fingers to your entrance, thrusting them in deep. the stretch makes your head spin, his digits spreading you open wide as his tongue continues to work your cunt. he groans low in his throat, the vibrations sending another wave of ecstasy through your core. the sensation of his tongue, his piercing, and his fingers all working together has you seeing stars, your walls clenching around him uncontrollably.

“fuck, look at you,” he growls against your cunt, his voice muffled but still dripping with arrogance as his fingers curl inside you, finding your sweet spot instantly. your eyes roll back, legs shaking uncontrollably as the tension in your belly coils tighter. your grip on his head tightens, forcing him further into you, needing more, more of that perfect, filthy mouth. his lips close around your swollen clit, biting at it just enough to drive you insane, while his fingers pound into you relentlessly.

you catch a glimpse of his face between your thighs, his half-lidded eyes fluttering shut as a moan slips past his pierced lips, his tongue flicking out to lick your slick from the corner of his mouth like he can’t get enough. he’s completely lost in you, ruthlessly making out with your cunt, leaving you trembling and gasping for air. the sight alone nearly pushes you over the edge, your body trembling violently as you feel your orgasm building, heat burning in your stomach, your cunt clenching around his thick fingers.

“listen to how talkative she is,” geto sneers, a wicked smirk stretching across his face. without hesitation, his free hand grabs the store’s telephone, fingers working quickly to connect it to the intercom. before you can process what he’s doing, he presses the microphone right up against your drenched, sloppy cunt.

your eyes go wide in horror as the filthy, wet sloshing of your pussy echoes through the entire store. the slick, obscene sounds of your cunt squelching and dripping around his thick fingers fill the air, amplified by the speakers. every thrust makes it squirt, the embarrassing symphony of your slick coating his fingers making your stomach drop with humiliation. you’re completely exposed, the sound of your body’s desperate reactions bouncing off the store walls, reminding you just how nasty this is.

the wet slaps, the relentless gushing of your cunt, and the squelching noises leave you utterly mortified. It’s so loud, so filthy that if anyone were to walk by, they’d hear everything—and know exactly what a mess you’re making for him. every slick, nasty sound screams your shame, broadcasting to the entire store that you’re getting off to a literal serial killer!

“look at you,” geto chuckles darkly, his voice dripping with arrogance. “so fucking nasty for me. all this for a killer? huh? you like knowing what a filthy slut you are?”

geto throws the telephone, letting it dangle by the cord, before roughly flipping you onto your stomach. your feet barely touch the ground as your chest presses into the counter- bent over, giving you a full view of the empty store. his eyes darken as he takes in your position, biting his lip at the sight of your ass wiggling back, grinding against his hard cock. you can’t help but plead, your voice breathy and desperate.

“please, mr. ghostface, you’ve been sucha tease,” you whine, turning your head to watch him as he toys with his lip piercing, eyes fixed on you like he’s weighing his options. before you can beg again, he makes his choice—sliding his fat, mushroom tip past your dripping entrance. the stretch of his tip slightly burning but- oh it felt so good. your body jerks forward with the slow, agonizing thrust, his thick crownhead teasing innn and outttt of your needy, aching walls. you cry out, wanting—no, needing—more.

desperation overtakes you, and you try to fuck yourself back onto him, but his hand comes down hard, swatting your ass. the sharp sting only makes your pussy clench harder, and you hear him tut in disbelief at how filthy you’ve become for him. “unbelievable how you’re this horny,” he sneers, gripping your hips tighter as if to hold you still.

“if you’re a virgin, just say—ahh,” you taunt- gasping loudly when his fingers wrap around the back of your neck, his grip firm as he pulls you flush against his broad chest. his thick tip remains lodged inside your cunt, teasing you with how little he’s giving, yet how desperately you crave more.

he leans in close, his breath hot on your ear. “i’d love to stay and prove your point,” he purrs, eyes flicking to the front of the store, where the bright blue and red lights of approaching police cars flash in the distance. your mind is too foggy, too consumed with lust to understand what he’s hinting at. “but baby, your little coworker—the one you never bat your pretty lashes at,” he continues, his tone darkening as his grip tightens around your neck, turning your head toward the ‘employee’s only’ door.

that’s when you see it—the large, dark puddle of blood seeping from under the door, your coworker’s lifeless body hidden from view.

“i-i don’t care, i wan’ you,” you plead, tears stinging your eyes as your walls grip his girthy tip, trying to coax more from him. geto chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. he turns your head back toward the front of the store, where the police cars are getting closer. his hand slips away from your neck, leaving you trembling as he cruelly pulls his cock from your addicting cunt, leaving you empty and desperate as he swiftly tucked it back in his pants.

tears spill from your eyes as you feel him slipping away, denying you what you need. “he’s the one that ruined our fun,” geto says, his voice soft but menacing. “and sadly…” his words trail off, and you freeze as you feel the cold tip of a sharp blade pressing against your neck. you gulp hard, heart pounding as the reality of the situation sets in.

“’m really sorry, baby, but i can’t have you snitching to the police, can i?” he whispers, and with a swift motion, the blade slices cleanly across your throat. blood trickles down in a warm line, your breath catching in your chest as your body collapses to the floor. the cold tiles beneath you feel distant as your vision blurs, the last thing you see is geto standing above you, pouting as he watches the life drain from your body.

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mclqren · 1 year ago

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THE LECLERC CHRONICLES ★ F1 GRID

PAIRING ✦ charles leclerc x fem!younger sister!reader ; f1 grid x fem!leclerc!reader

SUMMARY ✦ you're the younger sister of charles leclerc, and your relationship with the rest of the f1 grid has the internet going crazy [ SMAU ]

WARNINGS ✦ cursing

REQUESTED ✦ here!

NOTES ✦ reader is 22 years old, and the youngest leclerc sibling. this one is a bit shorter than my other smaus, sorry for that! the fc i've used is lexi jayde, but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are open so feel free to leave a request :)

SERIES ✦ the leclerc chronicles masterlist ; next part

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landonorris y/n's signature pose: hands under the chin (she forced me to post this please come save me guys)

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yourusername i dropped my ice cream and my WONDERFUL brother decided to capture the moment instead of comforting me ☹️

charles_leclerc it was so funny you just had to be there

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yourusername FERRARI 1-2 I KNOW THAT'S RIGHTTT!! PROUD OF MY BROTHER(S) (and little lando norris congrats on 3rd 😘)

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user16 THE CAPTIONNN BROTHERS IM CRYING

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charles_leclerc rare post of you being proud of me?

yourusername it's mainly for carlos...but i'm proud of you too i guess!

charles_leclerc but i'm your brother??

yourusername idk ur both my brothers in my eyes 💗💗

carlossainz55 te amo y/n! ❤️

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yourusername unfortunately mr norris i have to be a supportive big sister on days like today, where my dear brother has done an exceptional job at racing. i hope you understand, and i offer you my deepest condolences ❤️

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fairy-writes · 5 months ago

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BY YOUR SIDE

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Moriarty the Patriot

Pairing(s): William James Moriarty x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Female!Reader, Holmes!Reader, Pregnant!Reader, Archaeologist!Reader, Potential OOC-ness for William

Notes: I KNOW I SAID I WOULDN'T DO A PART THREE, BUT I DO WHAT I WANT

PART ONE LINKED HERE

PART TWO LINKED HERE

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“Professor Moriarty?”

A student interrupted your conversation with William, effectively capturing your attention. You and your husband turn to face the student, a young boy you recognized from your most recent lecture at Durham University.

You had kept your promise to William about him stealing a lecture or two from you. And with your pregnancy advancing the way it was, you weren’t able to go on any long trips for excavations anyway.

“Yes?” You and William say in unison, and the boy stares for just a moment before giggling,

“Sorry, I meant Doctor Moriarty. I just had a question about the latest anthropology lecture?” He amended, and you looked back at your husband with a cheeky smile.

“I suppose I’m needed elsewhere.” You tease, and he nods, looking at you with what seems like fondness.

He had been doing that more and more often these days. It was doing things to your heart that you couldn't quite define.

“I’ll meet you in my office.” He said simply, and you nodded before following the student back into the classroom you had just come from.

“Does that make sense? I’m more of an archaeologist than a bioanthropologist. It’s been a while since I took or taught a class on it.” You trail off, the chalkboard full of supplemental notes, and the student’s eyes have glazed over. He snapped to attention and hurriedly scribbled down what he thought was important. While he did so, you placed a hand on your swollen belly, rubbing and soothing the baby inside. They were awfully wiggly today.

The student opened his mouth to ask presumably another question when you experienced something strange.

There was a “popping” sound and a gush of water between your legs. It soaked your dress and trickled down your legs onto the hardwood floor. You paused in rubbing your belly and looked down.

What…?

Then it hit you, along with a contraction.

“Oh dear…” You mumble.

Where were you?

You should’ve been here by now.

William sat in his office, grading a mathematics exam he had just administered to his students earlier that week. His lunch sat uneaten, as you typically ate with him during your lunch period, but seeing as you weren’t here yet, he hadn’t started eating.

But food was pushed to the back of his mind as someone frantically knocked on his office door and threw it open before he could even say anything.

“Professor Moriarty!” The student you had been talking to gasped, leaning his hands on his knees as he sucked in great lungfuls of air.

William was on his feet in a second, noticing immediately that you were nowhere to be found.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, though he already had an idea of what was happening.

“She’s… in… labor!” The student wheezed, and before William could even comprehend what he was doing, he grabbed the student’s arm and steered him around back into the hallway.

“Where is my wife?” He demanded, and the student pointed down the hall,

“In the nurse's office!”

William made it to the nurse’s office in record time. He was alone now, having sent the student to his dorm while he went to check on you.

However, he was stopped by the nurse’s assistant the second he tried to go through the door.

“My wife is in there.” He snapped, feeling strangely panicked, and the assistant nodded,

“Men aren’t allowed in the delivery room. The nurse is a former midwife, so she knows what she’s doing. You have to wait out here.” The assistant said, and William found himself gritting his teeth.

You were vulnerable and in pain. You needed him, and he couldn’t be there for you.

So he did the only thing he could and waited.

Hours pass.

He can hear your pained noises as you labor through bringing your child into the world. The door does nothing to hide the agonizing noises. He sat on the bench outside the nurse’s office, his knee bouncing and his hands clasped together.

“Liam!”

Who?

William looked up to see Sherlock running down the hallway. Worry was etched on his features. No one else followed. You still didn’t talk to the rest of your family, and John was at home caring for Mary, who was pregnant with their second child. You two were supposed to have your kids around the same time.

But you were a whole month before your due date!

He forgot that he had called 221B Baker Street to explain everything.

“How is she?” Sherlock takes a seat beside William, leaning back against the wall as he studies the door before him.

“I don’t know. They haven’t told me anything.” He said, and Sherlock huffed.

“‘Course they won’t. That would be too easy.” He jokes but William doesn’t even crack a smile.

It wasn’t long before Sherlock put a hand on his shoulder.

“It’ll be alright. My sister is a tough woman. She dealt with our parents for years. This’ll be nothing!” He tried, but William just hung his head.

“This is one of the first times I’ve been out of control of something. I can’t do anything to help.” He said, frustration clear in his voice. It was then that the door opened, and the nurse’s assistant came out.

“Professor Moriarty? You—”

A baby cried, and William felt his heart stop.

Were you okay?

What was happening?

Sherlock pulled William to his feet with a grin.

“Ready to meet your child?” He teased, and William nodded, feeling suddenly unsure. But he slipped past the nurse’s assistant into the office where your makeshift labor and delivery room was. He heard Sherlock talking to the nurse’s assistant behind him, but that didn’t matter as he spotted you.

Sweat was a sheen on your face, hair sticking to the nape of your neck, and you looked unbelievably tired.

But you held a little bundle in your arms, swaddled in a towel, and he saw a tuft of hair that matched his own.

He was frozen.

“Are you going to come and meet your son?” You whispered, exhausted, but positively glowing.

Son.

He took a step when Sherlock tumbled into the room and bumped into William. Your face morphed into one of surprise,

“Sherly?” You asked, and he grinned,

“Liam called me. I wanted to make sure you were alright.” He said, nudging William forward as he spoke.

William made it to your side and sat in the chair beside your bed. It was more of a cot, really, and you had a multitude of pillows propping you up.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, leaning down to kiss your sweaty hairline. You let out a relieved sigh and reach up to grip his hand.

“Better now that you’re here.” You murmur and adjust the baby in your arms to show him.

The baby boy is pale, like William, and has blond hair, like William. He’s the spitting image of his father, and when the baby opens his eyes, William sees that he has reddish eyes much like his own.

“He’s beautiful,” William says, and you grin,

“He got it from you.” You tease and beckon Sherlock over from where he was leaning against the door frame.

“Cute lil’ tyke, isn’t he?” He says, and you roll your eyes,

“Of course he is. Look at his father.” You tease, and William simply smiles.

#mtp x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #ynm x reader #william james moriarty x reader #moriarty x reader #fairy writes

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 7 months ago

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The Pain of Living 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, chronic pain, blood/violence, perversion, and other dark elements. Not all kinks or triggers are tagged. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Summary: You deal with pain every day, but a new source of pain lands on your front step.

Note: I know I shouldn't.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You can’t sleep. That’s nothing new. Your fatigue is more than just a symptom of your condition. It’s a purgatory. Much like the pain that often adds to your restlessness. Funny how you know moving hurts, yet you hate to be still.

You sit up and groan at the stiffness in your neck and shoulders. It isn’t just in the mornings. It follows you through the day. You fall asleep with the same tension wound into your muscles.

You stand, dragging your feet as you try to shake out the tingling in your arms. Your thumb twitches. You yawn, long and loud, and wade through the early dim. You made it almost to three in the morning. That shouldn’t be a great feat.

You grab a sweatshirt from your closet and leave the small bedroom. The place is tiny. One-floor; a kitchen, a bedroom, a front room, and bathroom. Detached and lonely but affordable. You don’t go out anyway, not where there are people. And you don’t have friends.

You slip into your shoes and open the front door. There’s a bench at the edge of the property. Ten steps. That’s it. Sometimes they’re easy to count. Other times, it feels like Everest. You get there and you’re out of breath and the way back feels tenfold.

You can’t stay inside. You feel claustrophobic in your own body, holing up in the house, only makes it worse. The air is cool and damp as dew settles on the grass. Your slips clap on the narrow pavement path.

...Two, three, four, five...

You slow and squint at the bench. There’s something on it. At first, you think someone left a bag of rubbish there again, but then you notice the way something dangles over the edge. It’s a man.

You stop and turn back, looking at the front door, but then you think better of it. He could be hurt. Likely, only drunk.

Six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

You stop beside the bench and look down at the figure. He’s breathing. You can hear each painful wheeze as he sucks it in. He’s face down, one arm and one leg hanging over the side. His head droops down as well, he’s too tall for the slats.

More startlingly, there’s a slick patch of red across his left shoulder. His shirt is torn around the gaping wound and blood smears across the fabric and his neck. There are even stains in his hair that seep past the buzzed strands into his scalp.

You’re weak at the sight of him. You reach to the back of the bench to keep from collapsing. He’s in rough shape. What do you do?

You stare at him then at the house. Ten steps. What do you? Do you go back and grab your phone, call for help? You try to get him up? Then what? You’re certainly in no state to help him.

You lean back on your heel. Something wraps around your ankle and you yelp. You look down as the man clings to you. You try to shake him off and he grumbles.

“Don’t leave,” he rasps, another breath rattling from his chest.

“I... sorry,” you try to twist your ankle free. “I can’t--”

“Dammit,” his breath whistles from him. “Don’t.”

He squeezes even tighter and you whine.

“Sir? I can call someone.”

“Fuck... no,” he sneers.

He releases your angle, raising his hand up your leg, dragging along the loose fabric of your pajamas. He reaches up, waggling his fingers. All three of them. You’re sickened at the sight of his bloodied and stubbed ring and pinkie fingers.

You take his wrist and latch on as firmly as you can. He grunts as he pulls himself up and angles to sit against the back of the bench. His feet hit the ground heavily and he puffs out a tortured huff.

“Fuckkkkkkk me,” he groans as he hugs his ribs. More blood across the front.

You stare, dumbfounded.

“I’ll get my phone.”

“Don’t you fucking list--” He coughs and bends forward, keeping his arm around his middle as he hacks. He spits a reddened wad onto the ground and growls. “No. No calls. Get me inside.”

“Inside?”

“You keep making me repeat myself and I’m going to drown in my own fucking blood,” he reaches for you again, “come on, honey bun, I just need a boost.”

You wave and once more peek at the house. He snarls and drops his arm. You glance back as he folds over again and reaches under his pant leg. He sits up with a pain roar and extends his arm in your direction. Your eyes nearly cross at the sight of the short barrel.

“Get me off this fucking bench before you’re in worse shape than me. Got it, tater tot?”

Your blood runs cold. You’ve never had a gun aimed at you. You’ve never even seen one up close. Only water pistols.

You don’t think of arguing. You don’t even try to explain that you’re not very strong and that you hurt all over and you really don’t think you can get him that far. You don’t because you don’t feel any of it. Adrenaline overflows and drowns out all your doubts.

You put your hands up and sway, “I’ll help. Please put it way.”

He sighs and drops his arm. He leans forward and raises his other, waving you closer as he dips his chin. You move in front of him and grab his elbow. He rocks slightly, “on three.” He pushes back and forward, “one, two, three.”

He uses his momentum to stand and whittles out a brittle breath as he hunches over. He stretches his arm over your shoulders and you fight not to wilt under his weight or the scent of blood radiating from him. You move cautiously, measuring each step as you work to keep from tipping over.

You turn him back down the path. Should you really bring in a man with a gun? You don’t have much of a choice. Even as your bones ache and your muscles burn.

He sounds awful. Like he’s dying. He could be. If he is, you’d hate to leave outside to do so but you’re not sure him doing so inside is much better.

“Fucking Christ, move a little slower,” he drones.

You don’t say anything. You can’t. You’re scared and in agony. You get him over the single step onto the porch and manage to push him through the door. The effort of your last surge has his arm sliding from your shoulders and he keels over onto the floor with a terrible thump and groan. You stand over him as he rolls onto his back.

“Balls,” he croaks as he sprawls on the rug. “For the love of my dick, get some fucking towels before I bleed out.”

You blink as you register his command. You don’t hesitate. You can’t. You hope he knows what to do because you sure don’t.

You turn and go as fast as you can to get the towels, too distracted by his blood to worry about him staining your them or the floor.

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #the gray man #the pain of living #drabble #series

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headcanonandburn · 3 months ago

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Headcanons Timelined

Before The Events Of Harry Potter Series

* Lily once asked Remus out in front of James, just to annoy him. Remus was so shocked, he stood there and didn’t say anything, eventually excusing himself to use the restroom.

* Lily once met Sirius in his Animagus form before she knew their secret. She let him lick her face and played with him for half an hour before an unusually angry James Potter dragged the dog away.

* Harry's first word was 'Pafoo' (Padfoot). He first said this when Sirius unexpectedly entered into the Potter's kitchen. James, Lily and especially Sirius were proud of the 11 month old baby.

* James was secretly one of McGonagall's favorite students. He excelled in Transfiguration, though he didn’t care to hand his homework essays in unless she threatened to take away Quidditch. He was clever and knew the right answers. She was proud of him when they won the Quidditch Cup and when he finally got Lily to say “I do.” She was half rooting for him the whole time.

During Harry Potter Series

* While dating Dean and Michael, Ginny was constantly comparing them to Harry.

* Mrs. Weasley didn't make Harry that first Weasley sweater because she was being nice -- she made it because she was so grateful that Ron, her youngest son who always felt second best to his older brothers, had a best friend all to himself. It wasn't pity or random kindness. She just wanted to find a way to thank the boy who made Ron's letters home such a joy to read.

* During the many dinners spent at Grimmauld Place, Sirius grew to become particularly fond of the Weasley twins. They exchanged countless stories about the pranks they pulled at school, and compared detention records.

* Upon walking down the great hall to be sorted, Neville Longbottom considered asking the Sorting Hat to place him in Gryffindor. He decided not to; and to his complete surprise, he became a lion anyway.

* On May 2nd, 1998 every witch and wizard held a moment of silence for the ones who died during the First and Second Wizarding War. When the respectful silence ended millions of different coloured sparks could be seen shooting up into the night sky.

* Severus Snape didn’t see himself and Lily happily married together in the mirror of Erised. He only saw Lily, happy and smiling, proving how strong and selfless his love for her really was.

* To conjure a Patronus, Luna thought of the D.A. meetings. They were her happiest memories, where she met her best friends.

* Severus Snape never liked having Ginny Weasley in class because when he saw her out of the corner of his eye, for a split second he always thought it was Lily.

* While working at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, the twins often wore name tags labelled "Gred" and "Forge”.

After Harry Potter Series Ended

* James got one more O.W.L. than his father: History of Magic. The exam was the easiest one, seeing as the majority of questions were about Harry.

* When Harry and Hermione came over to help Arthur Weasley set up the television he asked them hundreds of questions, most of them about how electricity worked. He had to be restrained from trying to electrocute himself because he wanted to see "Just exactly how it felt".

* One day Albus Severus was roaming the castle when he came across a portrait of a hook-nosed, greasy haired man who wore all black. “So you must be Potter's spawn, eh?” Snape sneered. Albus said “I’m sorry my brother James bothers you. I am Albus. Albus Severus.” Snape looked down into Albus’ eyes- the green eyes- Lily Potter once had. For the first time in a long time, Snape smiled. A true smile. “And I am Severus Snape.”

* Albus Severus Potter often visited the portrait of Severus Snape, and they would have long talks about Hogwarts and Potions in particular. Once when Albus was just about to get on the Hogwarts Express, he was talking to his father about Snape and how he thought he was a charming man. Harry asked him what Snape’s portrait was like, he told him that it was dark and bland, with potion vials scattered around and books in heaps on the floor. Harry wasn't surprised; he pictured the potions dungeons in his head from when he was at Hogwarts. However, when Albus proceeded to tell Harry that on the desk in Snape’s portrait stood a vase of lilies, which seemed to be the brightest and prettiest thing in the picture, Harry let out a little smile, hugged Albus and continued to help him get his trunk onto the carriage.

* Ron was helping Hugo with his spells one day, and Hugo mispronounced Wingardium Leviosa. Ron said, "It's Leviosa, not Leviosah." Hermione caught his eye, and they laughed for a good few minutes, much to Hugo's curiosity.

* Harry kept all of the sweaters Molly knitted for him over the years. When she saw them folded in his cupboard one day, she cried.

* George sent along with a box of Custard Creams with Roxanne as a gift to Neville on her first day of Hogwarts. She didn't speak to her father for a week when her Herbology professor turned into a canary in the middle of class.

* When a young Teddy Lupin was told his father was a werewolf, he thought he had the coolest dad ever.

* Lily, Rose and Roxanne's parents never bought them any pink cardigans.

* Neville Longbottom's son was sorted into Gryffindor before the Sorting Hat even touched his head.

* If Harry were to look in the mirror of Erised today, he wouldn't see anything different.

* James and Fred both broke their namesakes' detention records. George developed a device sold at the shop which detected any cheats or scams. It was called the Lying Ludo.

* Hagrid visited Norberta in Romania. She recognized her ‘Mummy.’

* Neville tried to return the sword of Gryffindor to Harry after the battle, but Harry didn’t accept – the one thing that the Ministry had gotten right was that the sword was never Dumbledore’s to give. It now rests in Professor Longbottom’s office, waiting to be called by another worthy Gryffindor.

* After the war, Neville went and visited his parents at St. Mungo’s to explain the end of Voldemort’s reign. He knew they wouldn’t understand, but they deserved to know – it was what they had been fighting for all along.

* There was always a vase of fresh lilies in the Potter home.

* Percy made a point to see his father at the ministry every day after they both returned to work.

* When Hermione told Ron she was pregnant, it was the single most terrifying moment of his life. It was also the happiest.

* Narcissa Malfoy never truly forgave Molly for killing her sister but understood why she did it.

* Hugo and Rose always run to their father for sweets – Hermione is still the daughter of two dentists.

* Rose once came across a selection of books penned by Gilderoy Lockhart in her mother’s library. Her father confiscated them and muttered something about “pompous prat.”

* In the Granger-Weasley household, it was always Hermione who stepped up to kill the spiders.

* Neville didn’t buy his son a pet toad.

* Draco’s nurturing upbringing of Scorpius was inspired by his own father: he did everything Lucius didn’t.

* Hermione and her parents spent hours attempting to explain to Arthur Weasley how airplanes stay up. He still didn’t quite understand the concept.

* James and Fred annoyed everyone by constantly Apparating from room to room, sometimes accidentally landing on top of people.

* Teddy Lupin was slightly distraught at not becoming a prefect, for he knew his father had been one. “I’m sure you just lack certain qualities,” Harry told him, “like the ability to behave yourself.” Teddy was puzzled until Harry explained those were the words of his mother.

* On those rare occasions that Harry would visit Dudley’s family, he still called him ‘Big D.’

* Ron’s kids found the infamous Yule Ball dress robes hanging in his cupboard once. The teasing lasted for weeks.

* Ginny was disappointed when her son James's first word was ‘buddy 'ell’ (bloody hell) after spending too much time with his Uncle Ron.

* When Ron suggested his children a homework planner, Hermione dropped the pot she was holding and beamed with happiness.

* After failing to secure her father’s attention during a particularly noisy family dinner at the burrow, Rose angrily screeched “Won-Won!” The entire room fell silent, and Ron’s face flushed a brilliant red until Hermione simply burst out laughing.

* Hugo never really understood why his father was so adamant about the fact that no good ever came from entering a girls’ bathroom.

* Neville Longbottom gives the best advice to his students and is viewed as a mentor. A frightened young first-year once approached him with concerns about a bully. Neville looked him in the eyes and told him that he was worth twelve of that coward.

* When Ron proposed to Hermione, he fumbled with the ring and almost dropped it down the sewer. When Hermione said yes, he was shocked and Hermione simply replied with ”Always the tone of surprise.”

* Fred had actually never heard Percy joke. At Fred's funeral, Percy promised him he'd lighten up. And since then, he had. Every year on the anniversary of his death, Percy visited Fred's grave in the dead of night. Instead of placing roses, he put a pile of dragon dung next to it. Every year, he whispered, "Yeah, I was the world's biggest prat." When George arrived later in the day, he always wondered who the prankster was.

* Scorpius doesn’t understand why his father always squirms at the mere mention of ferrets.

* George's proposal to Angelina wasn't planned. George and Angelina had been together for a while and had never discussed marriage. One night at a big Weasley family party, a conversation arose between George, Percy, and Ron. Percy and Audrey had recently gotten married and Ron and Hermione were engaged. Ron started joking with George about marrying Angelina when Percy asked if he had even thought about the idea.

Percy, who still didn't have the best sense of humor, continued, "George you're an adult and you should really start acting like it." "Fine," George replied, and taking inspiration from his twin brother he stood up and said:

"Oi! Angelina!" She looked up from her conversation with Ginny and Fleur. "Want to marry me?" asked George.

Though she was very surprised she smiled coyly and said, "All right, then" and continued on with her conversation. George sat back down and looked at his brother Percy who looked absolutely stunned. Remembering a very similar conversation in his fourth year of school Ron patted George on the back and said, "Piece of cake."

* When Fred and Roxanne were very young, Fred constantly played sneaky pranks on his little sister. One day, when Roxanne was reduced to tears after Fred stole her Pygmy puff, George introduced his daughter to the punching telescope. Angelina scolded her husband fiercely when Fred came downstairs one morning with a black eye.

* To tell Harry she was pregnant, Ginny took him to Godric's Hollow. She knew he wanted to name them after his parents, so what better place to tell him? It was time to make new, happier memories there anyway. Hermione broke the news to Ron that she was pregnant for the first time by using a Christmas gift. It was a Chudley Cannons baby outfit.

* When Ron and Hermione were deciding on what color to paint their room in, Ron had joked saying 'Lavender'. Hermione didn't speak to him for a week, and vowed to get revenge. When Hugo was born and they were deciding on baby names, Hermione said in all seriousness, that she was dying to name the baby Viktor II. Ron never used the name Lavender again.

* The members of the D.A. consider their charmed galleons as one of their most prized possessions. Luna Lovegood made a necklace out of hers.

* When asked about the significance of Chocolate Frog cards, Ron explained to his children that they were wizards of great significance in the Wizarding World. Rose replied by inquisitively asking him why he was on one.

* James, Rose, Albus, Hugo, and Lily all complained about never going camping. Their parents simply wouldn't budge on their firm 'NO.'

* Shortly after the war, Hermione gave Ron her book of Muggle fairy tales so that he could understand that no, Cinderella was not an illness.

* Harry Potter regrets the day he taught his sons "Levicorpus."

* None of the kids understood why there was an unidentifiable Weasley cousin called Barney in Fleur and Bill's wedding photos.

* Scorpius Malfoy excelled in Care of Magical Creatures, much to his father’s disbelief.

* James snuck his namesake’s motorbike out of the garage to take it for a spin quite often. One summer, he crashed it unknown to his parents. When they finally found out, he received a Howler at breakfast in the great hall one morning. It had been Ron’s idea.

*When Rose was a little girl, she used to wish she was a cat. Her mother would reply quite firmly that no, being a cat was not all that enjoyable.

* Seamus Finnigan didn’t allow his son to play with matches, for fear of his underage magical talent coming to fruition.

* Whilst playing for the Holyhead Harpies Ginny was hit on the back of the head by a Bludger, she fell off her broom and ended up unconscious for a few days. When she woke up the first thing she saw was Harry asleep in a chair next to her bed. This is when she decided to settle down, marry him, and have children. She was just waiting to make sure he wouldn’t leave again. The sight of him there reassured her he never would.

* Every Christmas since the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry tried to have something to represent every victim he had known on the Christmas tree. For Dobby, there was a pair of odd socks. For Mad-Eye, there were round chocolates covered with foil to look the eyeballs. For Fred, there was a little angel with a cheeky grin and a flame of ginger hair. For Colin, there was a tiny silver camera... For Tonks, there was a small star which changed colour. For Remus, there was a wolf which was near the star, watching over it. For Snape, there was a Lily that was entwined in the tree's pines. And for Hedwig, there was a toy owl on top of the tree.

* When they were at the end of their second year, Rose, Scorpius, and Al figured out a way to enchant their notebooks to work as a three-way note system. One person would write something and it would appear in the other two notebooks. The three friends used this method of communication all throughout their years at Hogwarts.

* When Hermione went back to Hogwarts, Ron gave her his favorite jumper to take with her. Hermione thought it might have been the most romantic thing he’d ever done. It was old and had a few holes in it and was much too big for her, but she rarely took it off.

* Harry was there for Umbridge's trial. She pleaded not guilty, that she was under the Imperius Curse the whole time. She kept on asking Harry to back her up. Esmerelda Marchbanks called upon Harry to confirm Umbridge’s story. "Potter, tell them the truth! Tell them I was under the Imperius Curse! I feel remorse! Please, tell them!" Harry simply looked at Dolores Jane Umbridge and said: "I’m sorry Professor, I must not tell lies

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pixiemage · 1 month ago

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My Fate Is In Your Hands - Entry 11

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(...) “Are you alright?” Jimmy asks, warm and concerned, and it’s so, so tempting to lean on his host for support like he’d already been doing this morning. It’s so, so tempting to let someone else help him shoulder the burden he suddenly woke up with less than an hour ago. But he doesn’t know them. Smoke whisps past his lips and he swallows past the lump in his throat. It’s too much, too fast, and he needs…he needs time. Jimmy steps around Shelby, standing between her and Tango, his wings spreading slightly to subtly block him from her view. It’s almost like he can tell Tango is getting a bit overwhelmed. He looks a bit uncertain, almost awkward, but he seems like he wants to help. “Tango…?”

➤ Ask to talk alone. Jimmy feels safe to talk to, but Shelby’s still a stranger.

Tango’s eyes dart toward where he knows Shelby is still sitting, out of sight behind Jimmy’s wings. He opens his mouth but he fumbles with his words, not sure how to respond. Then–

“Can she go?” Tango blurts it out weakly then immediately regrets it, blanching with wide eyes as he splutters around the smoke on his tongue. “S-Sorry! Sorry, I didn’t - gahk - that was rude, I didn’t mean–”

But Jimmy doesn’t look upset. He looks a bit startled, but he smiles anyway, and when he turns to talk to Shelby, she has a soft, worried look on her face. Jimmy is speaking, low words that Tango feels like he should be able to understand, but there’s blood pounding in his ears and he’s struggling to control his breathing and he can’t quite pay attention. He misses whatever is said, but he sees the result. Shelby’s already tripping over her own feet to stand and she vanishes her teacup with a glowing wave of her hand. Magic, he registers, but it doesn’t seem as important or impressive right now as it would if Tango wasn’t feeling so freaking claustrophobic.

His lungs are still too tight and the house feels slightly too small and nothing is familiar, nothing is grounding. He can hear his own rattling, smoking, wheezing breaths in his ears - and he closes his eyes.

The darkness helps.

He can feel the chair beneath him vibrating slightly from movement, from footsteps. Distantly he hears a door open and shut, and the light rhythmic jingle of something metal sounds muffled through the haze in his head.

His lungs are burning in more ways than one.

Somewhere, something creaks.

…there’s a tap on his knee. A lukewarm touch, light tapping, the slightest bit of pressure. Tango focusses on it like a guiding light, an anchor. Something to center on.

“…gotta breathe, mate. I don’t know what’ll happen if you have to respawn, an’ I don’t wanna risk it ‘til we know for sure. Alright? Tango? Tango, you with me?”

Tango sucks down an unsteady lungful of air and his breath hitches again, sulfur on his tongue. He doesn’t know when his blaze rods appeared but he can feel them spinning rapidly around his head, reacting to his heightened state alongside the flames dancing erratically through his hair.

“I, er…I can talk, if you want?” Jimmy says, uncertain and awkward, and Tango almost laughs. Almost. It comes out as a choked noise, and Jimmy must take that as an affirmation because he taps Tango’s knee again fidgetingly. “Er - right! Right. ‘Kay. Um - well, er…you’re in Tumble Town. Said that already. We’re not a big empire, but we get on well enough. Er…I’ve been here for as long as I can remember. ‘Course, I haven’t been the Sheriff for all that - there was another one ‘fore me, an’ he was around for ages. Dunno what happened to him, honestly. But, uh…I took over a long while back, built this place up from what it was before. Used to be tiny, this place. Pitiful really…but it was home, ya know? I couldn’t exactly abandon it, could I…?”

Something in Jimmy’s voice is soothing and comfortable despite the awkwardness, this light warmth that feels almost familiar to Tango, though he can’t imagine why. He doesn’t have the mental energy to think on it anyway. He clutches his own thighs, trying not to let his claws dig into the fabric of his jumpsuit, and he breathes.

It’s, miraculously, easier with the bubbling sound of Jimmy’s voice filtering through his ears, a centering beacon of sound through the static in his head.

His blaze rods slow their manic spiral, and though he can still taste sulfur on his tongue, his chest isn’t feeling as tight as it was before. Breathing is easier. His shoulders feel less tense.

Jimmy, in the meantime, has trailed off from whatever dialogue path he’d been wandering down.

“...you alright?” he asks, uncertain as ever, and Tango nods roughly.

“Better,” he rasps, much to Jimmy’s visible relief. He wheezes lightly, remnants of smoke still whisping past his teeth, but he can feel the fire in his lungs abating bit by bit.

Jimmy hesitates, taps his knee again, then stands slowly from the chair he must have pulled over when Tango wasn’t paying attention. The spurs on his boots jingle - ah, that metal sound Tango heard before - as he steps slowly away. Either he’s withdrawing from an uncomfortable situation, or he’s giving Tango space. Tango can’t fault him for either option.

“Should I ask what that was about?” Jimmy prods hesitantly, and Tango’s heart clenches for a moment. He swallows.

“...homesick,” he lands on after a moment, and Jimmy lets out what Tango hopes is a sympathetic breath. He doesn’t elaborate yet, his thoughts still swimming and his nerves on edge. He draws his uninjured leg up to his chest and hugs it, burying his face against his knee, and after a moment of quiet Jimmy retreats to the kitchen. Tango watches him through unfocussed eyes, hears the opening of chests and the movement of dishes and the light clang of a pan without really taking them in.

Right…breakfast. That’s why he’d come down here. He’d almost forgotten that was the point of his trip downstairs. That, and finding his ship.

“I wasn’t supposed to crash,” he says hoarsely, and there’s a slight shift in sound from the kitchen, the rustle of feathers and a low birdlike warble that Tango can’t remember the meaning of. He’s heard Grian and False make sounds like that, and Pearl, back on – but he can’t remember.

Anyway.

“...I had a mission,” he says, carrying on in the quiet. “There was a, uh…” Calamity, cataclysm, catastrophe– “...planetary disaster. Back on H-Hermitcraft.”

“Herrmitcraft?” Jimmy asks, soft and curious, and Tango nods against the fabric of his jumpsuit.

“Home,” he specifies. He clears his throat and props his chin on his knee instead, staring off into the middle distance and not seeing much in particular. “Moon crash. Headin’ straight for the planet. I, uh–” He wheezes weakly, his hair still dancing with flames - did they ever stop? - as he speaks. “–I tried to stop it. I was gonna blow it up, divert it, something. Built my ship and got explodification stuff and everything. My buddy Doc built another ship, a bigger one, so we could evacuate if the plan didn’t work. The Hermitheus.” A wry smile quirks at the corner of his mouth. Doc and Ren had bickered for days over that name.

(Across the room, Jimmy jolts, though Tango doesn’t notice. He mouths the word Hermitheus to himself as he flips the bacon.)

Tango’s smile fades as quickly as it had come, thoughts muddled with memories he’s been trying not to focus on all morning.

“Everything went wrong,” he says, whispers, his eyes tingling with tears and his fingers digging into his arms where he’s still half-hugging himself. “I lost contact, and I couldn’t stop the moon crash, and it–”

A shockwave collision, their home tearing itself apart, the crumbling of the server as Tango watched on from a faulty ship that he couldn’t even use to stop what he was watching happen right in front of him.

Then - spiraling, freefall, his ship out of control, alarms blaring, red lights flashing, smoke in the cockpit and Holsten in his ears–

“...Tango?”

Tango flinches, his eyes focussing on the Sheriff, who had turned away from the stove to watch him worriedly. His wings are ruffled against his back, and now that Tango can see the backs of them, his eyes widen ever so slightly. Jimmy’s right wing is burned, scorched, many of the feathers blackened and uneven at the edges. There are a few bare patches too, feathers notably missing and disrupting the even pattern of yellow-gold that’s meant to be there.

Jimmy blinks at him, glances toward his own back, and seems to realize what Tango’s staring at because he chuckles sheepishly and his wings shift against his back.

“Oh…right. That. ‘S all good, the crash site was just a bit hot. Fire an’ all that.”

Crash site.

Tango’s breath hitches.

“Well, I did drag you out of a rocketship” Jimmy had said, and oh, Tango is definitely picturing that a bit differently now than he had been this morning. Much more fire, much more explodification.

Hels.

Jimmy is setting a plate of food in front of him before he fully processes the fact that the Sheriff had probably risked his own life to save Tango’s, and he never really gets the chance to ask for more details about his rescue before Jimmy’s joining him at the table.

“So…you lost contact? With your server?” he asks, derailing multiple trains of thought Tango is trying to wrangle, and Tango stares across the table at the Sheriff blankly for a moment or two. Lost - right. Right.

The Hermits.

The Hermitheus.

Tango picks up the fork he’s been given on autopilot and pokes at the sunny-side-up eggs on his plate, popping one of them and watching the yolk run toward his bacon.

“...yeah,” he sighs hoarsely. “Before the moon even…yeah. I, uh…I never heard if they got off planet before–” Don’t think about it. He clears his throat. “...I have no idea where they are.” If they are. If they made it. Shut up.

Jimmy’s expression flits through a few emotions in quick succession, so open and obvious, no poker face at all. He lands on something that looks like concern and sympathy and the feathers around his ears flare.

“D’you want me to message our admin?” he asks, bacon hanging from his fork. He opens his mouth, closes it, and opens it again. “Fwhip’s…a good guy. He might be able to help you get in touch with them again. It’s worth a shot, right?”

Tango doesn’t know this Fwhip. He doesn’t know anything about this server beyond the few things Jimmy and Shelby have told him, honestly. But both of them have been kind enough, so surely Fwhip must be as well…?

Except, of course, Tango’s still itching to go back to his ship. He needs to know how much of his tech survived the crash - and subsequent fire - and if he can use the communications system to reconnect with his servermates. He’d had a direct line to the Hermitheus before this. If their ship is still out there, he should be able to repair his end to get in touch again. Right?

[A/N: We back baby!!! I've been bitten by the writing bug again! :3 Poor Tango's going through it, man...though considering he's under the impression his entire family might be gone, I think he has good reason to be having a bit of a breakdown ^^;; Jimmy's an awkward bean who doesn't really know if he's doing the right thing to help this random wayward astronaut, but he's trying. Big Man Jim coming in clutch!

And we WILL see what's happening on the other side of the rift again, I promise! We'll get there ;3 For now though...where do you think Tango should go? I know I have my preference here, as I always do...but what do you think?]

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worldstarz · 11 months ago

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saving kaeya after his fight with diluc

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pairing: kaeya alberich x fem!knight!reader

summary: after his fight with diluc, kaeya is thrown out of the manor to fend for himself. stumbling, bleeding, and on the verge of death, he finds you.

tags: hurt + comfort ; some angst ; mutual (?) feelings ; tbh could also be seen as platonic ; pre-storyline ; not proofread ; prolly ooc i’m so sorry

cw: blood ; injuries ; mentions of violence

notes: going through my notes app that is filled to the BRIM with oc x canon pairings. i haven’t played genshin in over a year (and this blurb was originally written like two years ago lmao) but i still love my flirty slutty cryo man! anyways i altered it so it’s reader x kaeya and removed some oc stuff, but idk how to fit in an explanation on why you’re in the forest… let your imagination run wild!!!

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kaeya stumbled out of the winery, hand trembling over his bleeding eye.

'it's fine... everything will be fine.' thoughts raced through his head. his whole entire body was throbbing in pain. it’s not like he could go back inside the winery to rest—not after a fight as nasty as that.

"diluc will be running over to some maid any second now. ha, lucky bastard," kaeya muttered.

diluc had a team of servants that he could go to. kaeya only had diluc, emphasis on had.

at the dead of night, there was no way he could get care at the cathedral. he couldn't hold in a chuckle, realizing the situation he was in. he had no one, huh? though popular, kaeya didn’t have any particularly close friends who he could spend the night with.

with that, he knew he had no choice but to pitifully limp to the favonius headquarters—a long, long walk away.

he barely made it into the forest before he fell to the ground, wheezing against a tree. his ears were ringing, but he could hear footsteps cautiously approaching him. he didn't even have the energy to lift his head.

"kaeya? what the hell are you doing out here this late?" whose voice was that...? was it an angel’s? oh, wait. angels wouldn’t swear. it was your voice.

in the state he was in, he could only muster a grunt in response. you kneeled down in front of him, and gasped at the sight of his collapsed body. "just what have you gotten yourself into this time?" you muttered. "can't stand up anymore, huh?"

you tilted his chin up, and both of you wince—him as a result of pain, you due to getting a clear view of his injuries. his blue hair, usually tied into a low ponytail, cascaded down his shoulders, caked in blood. his crimson-soaked chest rose and fell rapidly. "ooh, that is nasty. come on, lean on me. we're going to headquarters." you kneeled down to wrap your arm around his torso, gingerly lifting him up.

"well, would you look at that. that’s exactly where i was heading,” he chuckled, leaning against your body. typically, he would never accept support from another. but, with this arguably being the lowest point of his life, his pride was the least of his concerns. plus, you were just so undeniably warm. if he’s on the verge of death, then maybe being by your side wouldn’t be so bad for a final memory.

you don’t respond, your pace slower from his weight and for his comfort. silence follows. you obviously had a million questions for him—what the hell happened? did he get in a fight with an abyss mage? why was he out so late?—but you could tell he was beyond exhausted, and from the sight of his gushing wounds, getting answers was far from a priority.

the two of you arrived in the city, streets barren in the pitch black of night. the tavern was closed, so, thankfully, no drunkards were hanging about near the path.

the inside of the headquarters was equally empty. the soft glow of lanterns lit the way up the stairs to the barracks. "kaeya, where is your room?" you asked, your voiced barely above a whisper as to not wake the other knights.

"all the way at the end of the hall. but... i forgot my keys," he whispered. you could tell he was smirking.

"how sly of you. if i didn't know any better, i would've thought this was another trick of yours to be close to a lady," you responded, though there wasn’t a hint of accusation in your voice.

"ha, you know me so well."

"to my room we go." you walked further up the steps.

after a moment of silence, you mumbled, "i know you're not the type of person to sneak into a lady's room."

"i'm grateful you understand me so well."

"zip it. i don't even know your favorite color."

unlocking your door, you gently set kaeya down on your bed. you immediately get to work, removing his coat and shoes. usually, his slick tongue would say something suggestive, but tonight, he had no choice but to refrain.

even with your limited knowledge of first aid, you knew just a damp rag would do nothing to help. "i have no tools with me," you say, beginning to walk away. "i'll go grab so-"

kaeya suddenly grabbed your arm, effectively stopping both you and your sentence. he looked so... pained. "please don't go,” he whispered. you never could have expected this level of venerability from him.

"...kaeya?" you whispered, turning to face him. "i have to find a way to tend to your injuries. you're in pain, aren't you?"

his hand slacked.

after coming back with medical supplies, the two of you were silent as you tended to his wounds. he gazed at the ceiling, the silence occasionally broken by you asking for permission for actions such as unbuttoning his shirt. you don’t comment on the new cryo vision in his pocket.

deep gashes littered his body, most notably a diagonal one across his chest. as you applied pressure against the gaping wound in an effort to stanch the bleeding, kaeya couldn’t help but hiss in pain. “sorry, sorry, i’m trying to be gentle,” you whispered hurried apologies, using one hand to continue applying pressure and the other to hold his hand.

his grip tightened, and the poor boy whispered, “i know, i trust you. or, well, i’m trying to.”

all you could do regarding his eye was wrap it in bandages to get it checked out in the morning. the basic first aid lessons you were required to take to become a knight did not cover an injury like that.

once you finished, you sat on the floor, leaning against the bed frame. he was still holding onto your hand.

"what happened?" you asked softly.

"..."

"was it an ambush?"

"..."

"i'll report it in the mor-"

"don't. please, don't," he whispered. “i swear i’ll explain everything to you one day.”

you grimaced. "fine. just... promise not to do anything stupid like that again, alright? i was worried."

kaeya didn't respond, going over your words in his head. you were worried? you didn't seem worried. but... you were worried. why would you so willingly take care of him like this? how would you react if you knew who he really was? would you still be worried?

he couldn't hold back his tears and restrained sobs. you lifted your head in surprise, leaning in closer to scan his expression.

"...kaeya?"

"my apologies," he tried to smile, covering his face with his free arm in embarrassment. no one has seen him like this before, and it was far too foreign for him. "especially when you let me use your room."

in response, you squeezed his hand, whispering, “it’s fine. i don’t think of you any differently.”

how do you always know exactly what to say? to grant him at least a little bit of privacy, you turn away as he quietly sobbed into his forearm.

after a while, he sniffles, saying, “i apologize. i don’t know what came over me.” trying to get some humor out of the situation, he adds, “well, i guess we are bonded for eternity now, aren’t we?”

you turned your head to face him, the furrow of your brows causing him to chuckle. “archons, you’re going to be the death of me,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“seeing how you saved me from death, that wouldn’t be fair, would it?” his foxy grin made you let out yet another exasperated sigh, but you still couldn’t help but smile slightly. it was obvious he was trying to act tough for you, but for now, you would follow along with his fantasy.

“alright, whatever. get some sleep.”

“and what about your sleeping arrangements?”

“i’ll manage. i’ve slept on the forest floor for missions, i can handle a hardwood floor.”

“oh? i couldn’t possibly let my savior sleep in such horrible conditions,” he teased. “won’t you join me in bed?”

“barbatos, give me strength,” you muttered.

he laughs softly, and you can feel your stomach tighten at the sound. even during such a rough moment, kaeya can still manage to put up a charming appearance. his single eye twinkled in the low dim of the candlelight, and you realized your falling for his sly tricks. “please, [name], won’t you grant a poor, injured man his dying wish?”

with a groan, you let go of his hand and climb into the bed beside him, careful not to touch him to avoid any unnecessary pain.

“i knew you were a saint!” he gives you a triumphant smile as you lay on your side to look at him. his tanned skin, though scratched, still was as enchanting as ever in the moonlight. the deep blue of his eye pulled you in deeper, and once again, you realized you were a victim of his charm. but, this was different—though he would never admit it, with your tender care of his wounds and unwavering support, he has unknowingly fell victim to your charm, too. his hand seeks out yours once again, intertwining your fingers.

neither of you commented on the continuation of the hand-holding, nor would you ever.

only then, as you two shared the cramped bed space, does kaeya come to a realization—he had you.

his grip on your hand tightened.

he has you.

#kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich #genshin impact kaeya #genshin impact #genshin kaeya #genshin x reader #kaeya headcanons #hurt/comfort #drabble #genshin imagines #how fucked am i if the word grimace reminds me of grimace shake #the brainrot has consumed me #tension

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monster-disaster · 5 months ago

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friends that act like a couple lol (since you mentioned it would be difficult for Nara to be in a relationship)

Like when Nara leaves she gives reader a kiss and a random person says, ‘you guys are a cute couple’

reader: “we are just friends”

I now crave scenarios of Nara and Reader

-🩸 (still here simping)

I imagine Reader (since her story started with New Year's resolutions) wanting to focus on herself in 2025. She has a whole plan going on to make her life and herself better this year (her YouTube history is full of these kinds of videos, and she even bought self-help books), and because of all of this, she doesn't want to put time and energy into a relationship (maybe she is after a long relationship and doesn't want to commit to anyone). So she continues to go to the gym to workout (to really only workout with the help of the others), but as time goes on, her relationship with her trainers turns into friendship, especially with Nara.

"That's a lot of things to read," Nara hums under her breath, arms crossed as she watches you struggle with your newly purchased books. Her eyes glint with amusement, and the corners of her lips curl into a teasing smirk.

"It's fine," you huff, wrestling with the zipper. "And it’ll be a good workout," you add with a joking grin while patting the bag that looks like it's on the verge of bursting.

"Kiron would be proud," the succubus remarks.

Last night, after scribbling a mile-long reading list, you decided today was perfect for a bookstore trip and Nara was kind enough to tag along. Now though, your bag feels like it's stuffed with bricks after you might have gone a little overboard. The strain on your shoulders is a constant reminder of the lack of self-control when it comes to books.

"Anyway, I better go if I don’t want to be late," Nara says.

"Go on, then," you nod, letting her arm wrap around your waist as you shuffle out of the way of the store's entrance that opens and closes with customers. "I will see you tomorrow?"

Her smile softens, and her lavender scent grows just a touch stronger as she leans in. "Tomorrow," she murmurs, her lips brushing against yours in a kiss that’s sweet yet lingering as if she has all the time in the world despite the bustling traffic of people around you.

"Yuck!"

The voice pulls you both apart, and you blink down in surprise to find a little girl standing a few steps away, clutching her mother’s hand. Her tiny nose is scrunched up in exaggerated disgust as she stares at the two of you.

"Cooties," she declares with the seriousness only a child could muster.

"We don’t say that," her mother chides gently, shooting you and Nara an apologetic glance. "Sorry."

"It’s fine," you say with a laugh, still a bit shocked by the little girl.

"And for the record," Nara adds, her hand still resting on your back, "girl cooties are totally different."

The little girl’s head tilts in curiosity. "Are they?" she asks, turning to her mother for confirmation.

Her mother, clearly eager to end the conversation, tugs lightly on her daughter’s hand. "Come on, let’s go inside."

"But why are they kissing?" the girl persists.

"Because they love each other," her mother replies with weary patience.

"You never kiss dad."

The door swings shut on the woman’s groan, leaving you and Nara standing in stunned silence before bursting into laughter.

"Remind me to never have kids," the succubus wheezes. "I wouldn’t even know where to start with explaining half the stuff they ask."

Your laughter fades slowly, leaving behind an awkward flutter in your chest. "About that," you begin, your tone shifting as you nervously chew on your bottom lip. "About us."

As your laughter fades, a nervous weight settles on your shoulders. The little girl’s mother struck a nerve, touching something you’ve been struggling with since your friendship with Nara began to deepen.

The young woman studies you with a knowing grin, her playful demeanor softening into something more sincere. "I know, Y/N," she says gently. Then, with a smirk creeping back into place, she adds, "The only thing I ask is that you call me when you are ready to practice with that sex book you picked up."

Your groan mingles with her laughter. "It's not a sex book!"

#monster romance #monster x human #monster x reader #teratophillia #monster fucker #sweet asks #monster girlfriend #monster lover #succubus x reader #succubus x human #succubus x you #meriad #monsterfucker #monster kink

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kiiwiigii · 2 years ago

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The Red-Eyed Boy pt. iii

Pt. One | Two | Outtake

Alec x Swan!Fem!Reader

Summary: Alec returns and shows you how sorry he is. *wink, wink*

Warnings:

Smidge of angst

Smidge of bondage

Straight up smut

Word Count: 3,130

A/N: Today I learned that suck at writing smut, but please enjoy anyways. As with all my Alec fics, he is aged up. Also, I am fucking obsessed with this gif.

Tags: @rosedpetal, @lack-lust-3r, @badass-daisy-22

Alice and Bella eyed me warily from their spot on the kitchen table as I padded around the kitchen. It was my turn for dinner tonight and I was working on a new recipe.

"Please stop looking at me like that. I'm not about to keel over dead and I'm definitely not about to poison Bella right before she gets married."

I grinned when Bella scrunched up her nose in annoyance.

"You're not gonna die because you're tied to Edward through a piece of paper, Bells."

"Says you." She grumbled.

"Have you heard from him?" Alice asked softly.

"No." I pursed my lips.

It had been nearly two weeks, and I hadn't heard a damn thing from Alec. I had called and texted only to be ignored and left on read. I knew he'd be mad, but for the love of God, he was taking this too far. I just wanted to strangle him. I had spent the first week moping before trying to shake myself out of it. I refused to let myself fall into the state that Bella had after Edward left.

Although it was really hard not to. I still had my moments, usually in the evenings when I was alone.

I paused in the middle of chopping an onion, looking over my shoulder at Alice. Her visions were the only thing I could really count on right now, unless I had a vision of my own. Unfortunately, sleep had been avoiding me, and when I did sleep nothing came to me.

She shook her head sadly, indicating that she hadn't seen anything. Yet. However, she also hadn't seen anything different from her previous visions, so nothing had really changed, and that gave me hope.

"So, Y/N, we have your first dress fitting tomorrow." Alice, thankfully, changed the subject.

"Ooh yay! Do I get to see Bella's dress?"

Bella groaned before plonking her head onto the table. She was so easy to tease.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you didn't want to marry me." Edward entered the kitchen, shrugging off his jacket.

I smiled watching them all together, happy to watch the little scene from afar. Eventually I had to turn back around, doing my best to hum a tune in my head, both to distract myself from the situation with Alec and so Edward wouldn't pick up on my depressing thoughts. This should be a happy time.

Somehow, I don't think I was fooling anyone.

It was official. I hated weddings and anything to do with them. I was almost positive that had I not been in a house full of vampires, Rosalie would have stuck a few pins in me on purpose.

It was dark by the time I finally arrived home, and all I really wanted to do was shower and pass out on my bed. Keeping up a relatively happy façade almost 24/7 was exhausting.

The house was dark, and I suddenly remembered that dad was out on one of his camping trips with a friend. Well, at least I would have the house to myself, and I could be as depressed as I wanted.

I went straight to my room to gather some pajamas and a towel. I almost felt too tired to even shower, but I'll be damned if I'm not going to make sure I do some basic self-care. Throwing my bag onto the bed, I began to strip.

"You should keep your window locked."

I jumped and let out a scream, quickly covering myself, dress already hanging half off.

It was Alec, propped up on my bed, another book in hand. How had I not seen him?? I even threw my bag in his direction.

"Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" I wheezed at him, trying my best to get my racing heart back under control.

"Not particularly." His eyes roamed over me, from head to toe, his eyes lingering on my neck, where my pomegranate seed necklace hung. And then the dangling straps of my dress. "You look beautiful, tesoro."

I blinked rapidly, trying my best to figure out what the hell was happening. I hadn't heard from Alec in nearly a month and here he was, just sitting here. In my room. On my bed. As if nothing had ever happened.

"Where have you been? Why have you been ignoring me?"

He simply eyed me before closing the book with a thump.

"I was extremely… angry. There was a while where I did not really have control of myself. I even scared Jane." He admitted. "I didn't want to take it out on you. Or for you to see that side of me."

I glared at him.

"So, you just disappear without a word? Didn't bother telling me that you were okay and that you just needed space? You're aware that I've had visions of you since I was like, six years old, right? I've seen you angry."

"Not like this, you haven't." He said quietly.

"Do you know what I thought? I thought you had left me. Despite whatever Alice's visions tell her, I know that they can change at the drop of a hat. I was just sitting here waiting, praying that you wouldn't change your mind."

Fuck, here come the tears.

He was next to me in a heartbeat, hands cupping my face. I tried to back away, but he kept his grip firm.

"I would never leave you, Y/N." He said softly, wiping the tears away. "Ever. I have never been good at relationships. I have always kept myself at arm's length, but you, you are different. And when I saw you on that field, after the battle, I had never been so scared and angry in my life."

He paused for a minute, searching. "Had I lost you, I would have burned the world down."

My breath hitched in surprise, and I could feel my heart skip a beat. He kissed me then, and I allowed it, wrapping my arms around his neck as he reached for my waist. His kiss was soft and controlled, while mine was bordering on desperation.

"Don't you ever do that to me again." He whispered against my lips, a warning.

Why did that turn me on and piss me off at the same time?

"I'm sorry, what was that? Because it sure didn't sound like an apology, Alec."

He pulled me flush against him, nipping at my collarbone in reproach. I hissed in pain, but he quickly soothed it over with his tongue.

"Then let me show you how sorry I am." He whispered.

He pulled me in for a heated kiss and I couldn't help but gasp. Alec took the opportunity to dip his tongue into my mouth again, and the moan that worked its way up my throat had him growling possessively.

I could already feel my nipples tightening and the wet heat between my legs.

I grabbed him by the collar to pull him closer. He gladly obliged and before long, he had me pressed into the bed, right underneath him, his lips giving slow languid kisses anywhere he could reach.

"Alec." My voice was caught in my throat.

Goddammit. He hadn't even gotten me out of my clothes before he had me begging. Hell, he had barely even touched me.

And I was supposed to be mad at him, dammit!

He paused, lips at the swell of my breast. Finally, he lifted himself up so he could look me in the eye, searching my face.

"Do you trust me?"

I nodded my head furiously.

"I need to hear you say it, Y/N."

"I trust you."

I was practically panting.

Alec produced a long strip of gauzy fabric and slowly tied my hands together, gauging my reaction, before putting them above my head.

"Did you come prepared with that?" I gaped at him.

"No. I took it from your bag." He smirked.

My bag? Since when did he have the time to go through my bag? I looked at my tied wrists again, trying to wrack my brain as to why I had a long ass strip of-

'Oh my god.'

It was the sash to my bridesmaid's dress. I know I hadn't put it in there. The last time I had seen it- Alice. She fucking knew. She had to. She had a vision and didn't even tell me. Granted, if this was a part of her vision, I would be highly embarrassed to hear her explain exactly what she saw.

"Now." Alec put my hands above my head again, and then trailed his own hands down my arms to my collarbone, thumbing over the mark he had placed on it earlier. "Your hands stay put above your head until I say otherwise. If they do not, I stop. No matter what I am in the middle of." He warned, pausing to make sure that I understood. "Are you okay with this? If not, we can stop."

I shook my head back and forth frantically.

"Y/N, I need you need to say it out loud."

"Yes." I breathed.

"Good. If you become uncomfortable at any point you are to tell me."

"Yes sir." It was out of my mouth before I even realized it and I blushed furiously.

"Are you sure you're a virgin?" He teased.

"Why don't you find out for yourself?" I teased back, a little breathless.

Alec's brows raised before he smirked, leaning in closer, mouth right next to my cheek.

"I think I am going to enjoy this very much." His hands began to make their way past my collar bone to cup my breasts through the fabric of my dress, his thumbs flicking slowly back and forth over my nipples.

My back arched in a gasp, and he let out a hum, pleased with my reaction. Soon I felt more and more skin being exposed to the cool night air, his cold lips and tongue following right behind it, licking and nipping his way until, aside from my bra, I was fully exposed from the waist up. I blushed as he sat back, admiring the view.

"You are truly beautiful, mio cara." He breathed.

His cold hands caressed every inch of exposed skin, purposely avoiding the spots that I wanted him to touch the most. I pouted up at him and he swiped a thumb across my lip.

"I must admit Y/N, I like seeing you like this. And I think you like it too."

Slowly, I gave his thumb a long lick before sucking it into mouth. His eyes darkened even further, and I could practically feel the rumble of possessiveness in his chest.

"Careful, amore." His voice was now husky and strained.

I released his thumb, edging my teeth along the sides and cocked an eyebrow at him. "I thought you were supposed to be apologizing."

His eyes were now pitch black.

"I think you forget who's in control here."

I let out a squeak as he moved aside and ripped my dress the rest of the way down, leaving me in just my bra and panties. He settled himself between my legs, to nip and kiss his way along the inside of my thighs.

I sucked in a sharp breath when he placed a kiss right over my covered mound, and then nuzzled into it. My hands jerked and he looked up at me, remaining still.

"Hands, amore." He chided.

I immediately put them back in place, wriggling my hips in anticipation. Finally, he slid my panties down, revealing my inner most self, glistening and wet just for him.

"Perfect."

It was the only thing I heard before his mouth was on me and my back arched off the bed yet again.

Keeping perfect eye contact with me, he gave me long slow licks, delving into me with his tongue. And then he found my clit. I couldn't help it, I cried out, my hands immediately coming down to lace themselves through his hair.

This wasn't an apology; this was fucking torture.

He paused with a growl.

"Hands, amore."

"But- but-"

He lifted himself up slightly, a warning look in his dark eyes. "Hands."

"Alec." I whined, wriggling my hips again and trying push him back down. "Please."

"You know the rules, principessa."

"Did you just call me princess?"

He just smirked. "You're learning. Now, hands. If I have to tell you again, I will tie you to the bed."

'You just may have to do that.' I thought.

He watched me for a moment more before slowly lowering himself back down, wrapping his arms around my thighs to keep my hips level. He began his slow assault on me yet again and I did my absolute best to keep my arms above my head. It was working so far... barely.

Before long I could feel a warm heat beginning to build low in my stomach.

"Oh god, please don't stop." I chanted. "Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop."

I wasn't entirely sure what was happening, all I knew what that it felt good, and he absolutely had to keep going. Otherwise, I was sure I was going to die right then and there.

And then the bastard stopped.

"Alec." I let out a low whine.

He crawled back up to me, placing a kiss on my lips and I groaned at the taste of my arousal on him.

"No cumming just yet, amore." He swept his tongue along my lips. "The only cumming you will be doing is on my cock."

I almost choked. "Have- have you always been this dirty?"

"You have no idea." He bit my earlobe and I squirmed at his words. “And this is only just the beginning.”

"Well, it looks like won't be doing much of anything, since you're still dressed."

"That can easily be remedied."

My eyes widened as he slipped off his shirt. I had always known he was muscular but there was a big difference between feeling it and seeing it. Next came his pants and underwear, and I’m pretty sure my brain stopped working.

How was that going to fit??

"Like what you see?”

I simply nodded my head, my mind still trying to process the situation I was in... and the fact that his cock was rather... large.

He leaned over and began untying my hands. I raised a brow at him.

"I want you clinging to me when you cum."

Oh fuck.

My hands immediately went to explore his naked chest when he caught my hand and kissed my fingertips.

"Are you still okay?"

"Alec, I swear to God if you don't fuck me-"

He cut me off, crushing his lips to mine and I suddenly felt him nudging at my entrance. He sat back briefly, rubbing himself in my juices, preparing.

"Eyes on me, amore."

I swiftly looked back up at him. I don't think I could have taken my eyes off him in that moment.

Finally, finally, I felt him enter me ever so slowly. I let out a hiss of pain, my hands clutching desperately at the sheets, and he stopped, letting me adjust for a minute, all the while never breaking eye contact. This, this was something else. I had never felt so full.

"Fuck, you're tight."

I let out a whimper.

"It's okay, mio cara." He kissed away the tears from my face, I hadn't even realized that I was crying. "I'm going to move now."

And boy did he move. It took a few thrusts before the pain subsided and then I felt as if I was flying. He kept his thrusts steady and deep, his hands roaming my sides before cupping my breasts and placing gently kisses along the edges. And then proceeded to close his mouth on one of my nipples through the lace.

"Alec."

He didn't reply, deciding to suck harder and scrape against the sensitive buds with his teeth instead. If he kept this up, I wasn't going to last long, and I think he knew it. He sat up again, but this time he angled my hips up and I was suddenly seeing stars. He was hitting my sweet spot now and I couldn't contain my moans any longer. I could feel it building, and building, and building.

"Don't you dare stop." I panted.

"Eyes on me, darling." He ordered, grabbing my face, and making me look him in the eyes. "I want to see the look in your eyes when I make you come on my cock."

Oh, God. He was speaking to me in Italian, and I didn't have the slightest clue as to what he was saying, but it was hot.

"Alec, please. Make me cum. I want to come."

"Fuck, so tight for me." He thrust harder and I could feel the walls of my pussy starting to tighten up. "I want to see you come undone around me."

"A-Alec!"

He forced me to look up at him again as I came hard, legs wrapping around his waist as he nearly collapsed on top of me. If I was seeing stars before, now I was suddenly seeing a whole fucking galaxy.

"Fuck." He kissed me deeply as I felt him spasming inside me, cool liquid coating the walls of my pussy.

He hovered like that for a long moment, his kisses turning into soft, languid ones, his hands roaming in even softer caresses. Finally, he pulled out of me, and let his eyes wonder over me. I'm sure I looked a mess, but he seemed to like what he saw, judging by the smirk on his face.

"Come, amore. Let's get you cleaned up."

"I don't think I can walk." I closed my eyes, doing my best to breathe and not die from great sex.

"I can definitely help you there."

I nearly yelped as he lifted me from the bed bridal style.

"Is this your way of saying you want shower sex?" I wriggled my eyebrows at him.

"I had not really thought of it, but if you insist."

I laughed and snuggled into his chest.

He paused a moment, really looking me over now. "I am truly sorry, Y/N. For everything."

I placed a hand on his cheek. "Apology accepted."

NEXT - (Outtake)

{Masterlist}

Translation (Done via Google): Tesoro: Darling/Treasure Mio Cara: My darling. Principessa: Princess

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sqquidzz · 2 years ago

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"As Long as I'm Here, No One Can Hurt You."

Sanemi x Child!Reader (PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP)

Summary: Sanemi had found you while he was on a mission chasing a demon, covered in the blood of your own family and crying in your house all alone. He decided to "adopt" you and give you a new home.

Tags: Fluff, slight gore in backstory, Sanemi is a good parent, trauma, PTSD, slight mentions of past abuse, soft Sanemi, protective Sanemi, Y/N reminds Sanemi of Genya, loss of parents, adopting, some sadness, swearing, insults (but Sanemi doesn't really mean it) etc.

A/N: Hello readers! I'm so sorry to those following me that I haven't posted as often as I probably should, I just got writers block and lost all my motivation and I forgot to post something for you guys. I hope this will make up for it. I have not written fluff yet, so I'm hoping you guys will have some improvements for me if there are any. And also, thank you to those who are following me, I really appreciate it! About the story now, PLEASE do NOT read this as a sexual relationship, this is only a PLATONIC relationship. But anyways, enjoy!

"Get back here, you brat!"

Sanemi was currently chasing you around the house. After a long year of going on missions, Sanemi finally had a break day. Of course, meaning that he could spend that day taking care of you. And coming back to the scene before us, Sanemi swerves around tables and chairs, trying to get you to get back into your room. Oh, I almost forgot to mention, you were also wearing no clothes.

"Nanana Boo Boo!" you giggle as he dives to catch you, but you jump out of the way, blowing a raspberry at his face, snickering as you run away once again and hide, leaving Sanemi wheezing on the floor from chasing you around.

"You better get back into your room you piece of shit, or else I'll kill you!" Sanemi barks as he rises from the floor, getting up and dusting his pants before searching for you.

"Oi, you better not be fooling around my room you little fuck!" Sanemi yells as he searches your room and comes out empty handed.

However, as he approaches his room, he hears quiet sobs through the closed door. Now Sanemi is getting a little concerned.

"Y/N...?" he calls out gently as he opens the door, the door creaking slightly. He ends up finding you on the opposite side of his bed, curled up into a ball, face in your knees as you cry silently, sobs racking your small frame.

"Hey buddy... what's wrong?" Sanemi asks quietly as he reaches out to you with his hand. But immediately after his hand makes contact with your back, you flinch away, head shooting out of your knees as you look wildly around you as if your afraid the world is hunting you.

"Whoa, I'm not gonna hurt you, see?" Sanemi whispers and holds his hands out.

You slightly calm down at the gesture, but your expression is still wary, still feeling like Sanemi was tricking you.

"You wanna tell me why your crying?" Sanemi asks gently as he attempts to hold your hand again. This time, you don't flinch back, sniffling quietly as you stop crying.

"I- I got scared," you whisper out, "I knew you wouldn't hurt me.... but I couldn't help thinking about what they did to me."

Now Sanemi was confused. Who were you talking about? Who did what to you?

"What do you mean, pumpkin?" Sanemi asks. He always used pet names with you, sometimes they would be insulting, but most of the times, he would call you buddy, pumpkin, things like that that made you feel like he really cared.

"M-my parents used to do things to me," you sniffle, "They always said that it was for the best and I believed them for a while. But what they did hurt so much." You burry your face into your knees again, shoulders shaking from newly sprung tears.

Now Sanemi understood.

He had found you as a baby after your parents had been slaughtered in your house. He decided to take you in himself since he didn't want you to end up being an orphan forever or getting adopted by a bad family (bless his kind heart 😭)

However, he had never thought to ask about your past. He just assumed that you had grown up with a normal family that loved and cared for you. Oh how he was wrong.

"Y-your parents...?" Sanemi whispers as you continue to sob out of fear and grief that your parents had in fact abused you and had neglected your well-being entirely.

By now Sanemi was shaking with fury, but not at you. He was shocked. How could someone hurt someone so kind and joyful? How could they rob you of your happiness?

Sanemi took a deep breath. Now is not the time to get violent.

Instead of asking any further about your past, Sanemi simply wraps his arms around you in firm but loving embrace and you bury your head into his shoulder, letting out all of the tears that you held in for so long.

"It's okay Y/N. You safe with me. As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you," he coos, rubbing your back to sooth you and calm you.

After a few minutes, you calm down, finally running out of tears to shed and you fall asleep in Sanemi's warm embrace.

He smiles down at you, and as he gazes at you, a memory pops into his head

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"Nemi! Nemi!"

"W-what is it?" Sanemi asks, rubbing his eyes, clearing his vision to reveal Genya.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" Genya asks nervously, "I had a nightmare and I'm really scared."

Sanemi blinks for a moment, then smiles softly and throws his blanket to the side.

"C'mere," Sanemi sighs, and Genya immediately jumps into his embrace, burying his face into his chest. "Don't worry Genya, as long as I'm hear, no one can hurt you.' (sound familiar?)

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A tear runs down Sanemi's cheek.

He hadn't realized until now how much you reminded him of Genya when he was younger. Cheerful, determined, kind. And especially the fact that you love to sleep. (pointer to those manga readers out there)

Sanemi picks you up in his arms, tucking you into bed and watches as you snuggle the blankets closer, savoring their warmth.

He slowly climbs into bed next to you as to not wake you up, and holding you close, he too, falls fast asleep.

#sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi fluff #slight angst #child abuse #past abuse #fluff #kny #kny x reader #kid reader #parent Sanemi #kimetsu no yaiba #sanemi x reader #kinda #sanemi x y/n #fatherhood #parent issues #demon slayer

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thehypnone · 1 year ago

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Sundown: Chapter 8

WC: 800

Relationship: SwissAlps

Tags: AU; Cowboy!Swiss x Barmaid!Mountain, Transfeminine Mountain, Angst, Crying, Nightmares, Comfort

There had always been something sitting in the back of his mind and waiting for the boy to fall asleep so it could strike.

Notes: Just a short little thing because exams are killing me but I don't want y'all to feel abandoned ahfhagsf

Playlist here. / Chapter 1 here or on AO3.

Read chapter 8 under the cut or on AO3.

Swiss has always had nightmares.

There had always been something sitting in the back of his mind and waiting for the boy to fall asleep so it could strike. The themes have changed over the years; from monsters under the bed to gruesome images of things he himself has done to people.

Sunshine, too.

Those were the worst.

They didn’t go away when he started sleeping with Mounty—albeit they became less frequent with her presence—but he never actually mentioned them and the girl didn’t pry. Every time he had shot up with a gasp and sweat slick skin in the middle of the night he had mumbled something about having to take a piss, tumbled out of bed and ran out of the room. Mounty wasn’t ever awake enough to will herself to follow him, but that’s not what the man wanted anyway, so—wanting to respect his space—she had always let him. She would go back to sleep and would not even know how long Swiss spends outside every single time, breathing heavily and holding back tears against Monty’s neck. The mare saw nearly as much as him and he wonders sometimes, if her mind is as plagued as his.

Still, every time he had come back—he’d never let Mounty wake up without him by her side again, if she’d let him.

Now that she knows everything, though, she doesn’t let him run.

He’s been in there so many times he knows that barn better than the back of his hand; he could count the wooden boards that make it with his eyes closed.

He’d rather not.

He knows what he’ll see, he knows he shouldn’t take the next step, and the next, but he can’t stop. He’s been told she’s there, waiting for him, so he must go.

He knows now it wasn’t true, but he can’t stop. His legs are moving on their own and he’s crying—he’s always crying—but he can not stop.

The pool of blood on the sand reflects the light breaking through a crack by the roof, just as her reddened skin. Her usual tan is barely visible; everything but her face is covered in red.

All Swiss sees is red, red, RED…

All Swiss sees is…just dark ember. Pretty dark ember, reflecting the moonlight filtering in from the carelessly shut curtains

“Swiss, breathe,” he hears, albeit muffled, as if coming from far, far away. “Breathe, darling, it’s alright. You’re here with me, it’s alright.”

Mounty.

His eyes focus on her face, but they don’t clear; the girl looks blurry through his tears. Swiss’ breath hitches and he tries to cough to cover up a sob. Pathetic attempt, really, but he still tries to act as if nothing is wrong.

“Oh, s–sorry,” he chokes out, his voice wobbly, “I–I gotta–”

“No, you don’t,” Mounty interrupts him; sternly, but calmly. It’s all it takes for the cowboy to give up all fight. He slumps over with his eyes squeezed shut, his face falling into his hands as he tries to breathe. It’s not working very well, it’s shaky and he’s getting dizzy. “Oh, darling…”

The girl puts a gentle hand on the back of Swiss’ neck and he wheezes painfully. “Okay, that’s enough. C’mere, darling. And breathe. That’s it.”

The man is all but a ragdoll when Mounty grabs and maneuvers him to lay against her bare chest. He’s tense and limp at the same time, with his mind so, so far away. The barmaid hopes he’s not registering the pained look of worry on her own face; she truly hates seeing him like this.

The dam breaks the moment the strong beat of Mounty’s heart sounds against Swiss’ ear. He curls in on himself, tightens his arms around the barmaid and begins to fully sob, his tears spilling down his face and onto Mounty’s skin, making it glisten in the moonlight, too.

It’s beautiful, actually.

“I know, darling, I know,” she mumbles, stroking his sweaty back. He’s getting cold, starting to shiver. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.”

Swiss knows she does, for some reason since the very moment they met. He will never understand why, but he knows. He can’t stop crying for long enough to tell her that, though.

Another sob rips itself out of his chest and he nuzzles his face closer, scratching Mounty’s skin with his stubble. She sighs, feeling as useless as ever in the face of Swiss’ awful memories.

All she can do is bring a blanket up and wrap it right under the cowboy’s chin, holding him close and whispering how—even if it doesn’t feel like it right now—everything will be just fine.

#divider by @ghuleh-recs #hypnone writes #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #swissalps #swissalps' sundown

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devirnis · 1 year ago

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WIP Wednesday 🤧

Tagged by so many people the last couple days! Like all of you, I am becoming less and less of a functional person before tomorrow's episode. Anyway, here's more from asthma attack fic!

A paper cup is thrust in front of his face. Buck tries to take it but his hands are shaking badly now and he nearly spills it all over himself. “I c– I can’t –” he gasps. “I’ll help you.” Eddie places a gentle hand on the back of his neck and holds the cup up to his lips. “Come on, drink for me.” Buck doesn’t know that he’ll be able to stop wheezing long enough to take even a sip, but for Eddie he’ll try. He lets Eddie carefully tilt his head back and parts his lips. Bitter, hot coffee flows into his mouth and Buck forces himself to swallow. Miraculously, he manages a couple good mouthfuls before his rhythm falters and he accidentally ends up inhaling some. He chokes and splutters, coughing out the liquid all over himself and Eddie. “Shit!” Eddie swears. He guides Buck’s head forward again and starts rubbing up and down his back. “Shit, I’m so sorry.” “S’okay,” Buck manages to cough out. It’s not Eddie’s fault his lungs have suddenly decided to stop working. Eddie grimaces, and looks back towards the blocked doorway. “Cap! How’s that rescue looking?” “We’ve got another forklift coming! Just hang tight for a few more minutes!” “Just a couple more minutes,” Eddie repeats, rubbing Buck’s back a little more forcefully. “You’re gonna be fine. Just hang on for a few more minutes.”

tagged by @tizniz @bidisasterbuckdiaz @daffi-990 @exhuastedpigeon @honestlydarkprincess @sunshinediaz @rainbow-nerdss @underwater-ninja-13 @eddiebabygirldiaz @homerforsure @lemonzestywrites @fortheloveofbuddie @hoodie-buck

tagging @princessfbi @bigfootsmom @wildlife4life @spaceprincessem @sibylsleaves @giddyupbuck @goforkinard @bvckandeddie @loserdiaz @monsterrae1 @eowon @messyhairdiaz @shitouttabuck @father-salmon @watchyourbuck @lamardeuse @shortsighted-owl

also you should all know I'm going to title it after this song

#wip wednesday #writing tag games #mywip #asthma attack fic #911 wip #Spotify

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somewhat-insane · 8 months ago

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Idk if you’re doing requests right now (or at all), but could you maybe write a MK x male! siren! Reader? Like, MK just found out that his new friend is a siren? Can be head cannons or one shot, I don’t mind either way.

Not forced ofc, just thought it’d be fun to see! Have a good day/night :3

Sorry this is so late! In general requests are always open since there aren't that many people requesting anyway, but I might take a bit to get to things. I promise it's not that I forgot! I just tend to pick up and drop things at random times. I digress. I decided to do a oneshot because I haven't done as many of those and I want more practice doing them. I also didn't know what version of a siren you wanted soooooo I may or may not have spent time researching various sirens only to kind of do my own interpretation anyway. (I ended up choosing to do the more aquatic siren that would work kind of like the sea monsters in Luca instead of the bird sirens from Greek Mythology. If you want me to do another oneshot with the bird version, I might.) Regardless, I hope you enjoy and have a good day/night too! (P.S. I stole the title of this from a movie-)

~Song of the Sea~

Tags: MK x Male!Siren!Reader, oneshot

Warnings: Mention of sirens eating humans but no details

The sea is a dangerous thing. Essential to life yet destructive in nature. Many have disappeared into the salty depths. But the power held within the waves is not the only thing to fear, that much MK knew.

Growing up, he heard many stories of monsters that lurked in the watery abyss and would drag their unsuspecting victims deep into the water where the pressure alone was enough to crush your skull. The cautionary tales did their job well.

Too well, perhaps.

These stories, despite being told with good intent, created such a fear in the young boy that he never actually learned how to swim.

Even as he grew out of his fear, he was too busy to take time to learn.

He used to joke that it was just one more thing he had in common with his mentor.

It seemed a lot less funny now, as he sunk deeper.

One moment he was training on his cloud and the next…

Well… The water had rushed around him before he knew it, muffling the sound and filling his mouth with the taste of salt as he sucked in a startled gasp.

Everything was blurry and green and his eyes stung. Just before he could close them though, he saw a strange glimmer in the water, as though the warped image of the sky tore away into crystal-like scales that swam just out of his peripheral vision. Before he could consider it further, he felt strong arms around him and he was being tugged back up to land.

His back hit the sand and he sputtered and coughed, turning over to heave the saltwater out of his lungs, grimacing as it stung his throat and coated his taste buds. Once he was able to blink away the sting in his eyes and his vision cleared, he looked up, ready to thank his savior, only to freeze at the familiar—albeit scalier than he remembered—face staring back at him, concern etched in the man’s familiar incredibly handsome eyes.

“You-?” MK wheezed, sitting up to get a better look at the man and confirm what he was seeing wasn’t just some trick of the light.

“Surprise…?”

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MK was used to having unusual friends.

Even before he knew he was some weird monkey demon, he wasn’t unfamiliar with the various demons that resided in Megapolis.

Which is probably why he didn’t think anything of it when he met someone new on the Flower Fruit Mountain beach a few months ago.

If he had been thinking about it at the time, he probably would’ve realized that most regular humans or demons aren’t able to pass the flaming mountains safely without some kind of magical assistance, though his mentor had mentioned creatures that lived in the water surrounding the mountain.

“Skittish things, they are,” Wukong had grunted in response to MK asking about a scroll he found while sifting through the remaining treasures in the cave. (He had initially been hesitant to touch it, remembering the last scroll incident in that same area.) The scroll depicted half-human-half-bird creatures in the skies and half-human-half-fish creatures in the water, “incredibly intelligent though. Not unlike Huli Jing. Tricksters. Though it’s mostly just so they have easier access to prey, they don’t seem like the type of creatures to screw with people just for fun.”

Wukong had continued on to explain that he let them stay because they pass through an underwater cave under the flaming mountains and lure poachers astray before eating them, which is a load taken off his shoulders. (He grumbled something else about wishing they would clean up the remains so skulls would stop washing up on his beach and nearly give him a panic attack.)

MK wasn’t thinking about any of this though when he had seen a strange man sitting upon a plant covered rock, looking out at the water with a thoughtful—if not entirely forlorn—expression.

To be fair, he was a bit… distracted by the man’s handsomeness; the way the setting sun cast beautiful hues over his distant expression.

And, of course, MK was definitely very elegant in his introduction and he definitely didn’t fall face first into the sand which made the man, who was originally alarmed by MK’s sudden appearance, laugh. The jovial sound made MK smile against the ground.

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“So… this entire time…?” Mk starts, looking at you with wide eyes while taking a sip from the warm cup of tea you made for him. He wasn’t sure where you got the tea kettle and mug but he supposed it didn’t really matter all that much.

“Mhm,” you hum in confirmation, your scales slowly retreating as the fire dried the water off of you. The sun had fully set a few minutes ago, the stars now glistening above as you sat across from MK, the campfire blazing between you and obstructing your view of each other. You could tell this made MK anxious as he couldn’t read your expression, but you didn’t really want to read his, scared that he would be mad you hid this big part of yourself.

“Cool,” MK responded casually, taking another sip of tea before asking, “and you didn’t tell me because…?”

“Didn’t seem important,” you shrugged, averting your eyes from the fire to watch the way the moon’s reflection rippled on the surface of the ever-shifting water.

MK huffed a soft laugh at that, “I’m pretty sure species is at least one of the top five things you find out about a new friend within like... the first week.”

You rolled your eyes with an amused smirk, hiding it by taking a sip of your own tea despite the flame between you ensuring he wouldn't see it anyway, “says the guy who didn’t even know he was a monkey until he was twenty-something.”

You tensed up when instead of laughter his reaction was to unexpectedly stand up and walk over to your side of the fire. For a moment you feared you had upset him but then you saw the fond glint in his eyes as he settled beside you. You relaxed. Only slightly.

“Fair,” MK said, taking a sip of tea as he stared into the flames with a contemplative expression. After a moment of silence you said, “I… didn’t know how you would react.”

“Hm?” MK raised a brow.

“To learning I was a siren… I’m not sure how sirens that live closer to the mainland act, but I imagine we’re definitely more… traditional than them. Our only interactions with humans have either been us being hunted by them or us killing them,” you were quiet for a moment, leaning back on your hands before adding with a slightly sheepish grin, “I probably would’ve eventually tried to lure you to the others for a feast if you hadn’t spilled your entire life story within seconds of meeting me and told me you were a monkey demon. The Monkey King’s successor, no-less.”

“Eh,” MK chuckled with a shrug, “I’d probably have been able to escape, I’m used to fighting demons.”

“Oh, sure, you definitely wouldn’t be able to be seduced into the water mr. ‘tripped in the sand because distracted by a hot man,’” you tease, earning a scoff and a playful shove.

“Shut upppp. You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“Nope~”

MK rolled his eyes fondly before resting his head on your shoulder. You tensed for a moment before sighing and wrapping an arm around him.

Sirens; enchanting beings whose beauty and song lure unsuspecting sailors to their doom. These creatures utilized the mortal nature of curiosity and the allure that accompanies danger and the unknown. Whether they offer you knowledge or intimacy, they seem to know exactly how to weave their songs into traps for their unsuspecting prey.

Meetings with such creatures, however, don’t always lead to an untimely and sometimes poetically ironic demise, MK's learned.

Sometimes they lead to something even better than what is promised.

Thank you for reading!! I'm sorry if this was boring, I still haven't really figured out how to write anything interesting- I tried though! Constructive criticism is allowed!

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