#a bit worried about flying around that time cause weather but still

[raulfernandez]

Ouhhhhhh

[eitaababe]

SOMEBODY ELSE !

— chapter 4. friday night.

! texts are from neteyam's pov

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at the game ! written portion below. —

you, lo'ak, kiri, and neteyam all reached the game right on time, shuffling your way to your spots on the bleachers. the stands were way more packed than you expected them to be, but to your luck, some of neteyam's teammates had saved the four of you seats.

"the game hasn't even started and i'm already bored." kiri plainly stated, making you giggle and her brothers shoot a glare her way. she was never one for sports, and even though you didn't play, you enjoyed watching lo'ak and neteyam play, and you as well enjoyed watching baseball every now and then.

"cmon, i'm sure it won't be that bad." you assured her. you mostly just wanted her to stick around in fear that the boys would get swept away by their friends.

"i'm sure it will be," kiri bit back and rolling her eyes at the noisy crowd at the announcement of the first batters name. "a couple of my friends are gonna get some boba and they invited me, you wanna come with? if not i'll make sure neteyam sticks with you the whole time." your friend offered, knowing you wouldn't want to be left alone in a place like this.

you debated going with her, but decided against it. "no, don't worry about me. go have fun! i'll stick with the guys."

you waved her off and focused your attention back to her brothers, confused when you only saw the older sully. "where did lo'ak go?"

"he saw tsireya," neteyam laughed, scooting to sit closer to you. "you warm?"

"mhm." you nodded, snuggling into his side when his arm wrapped around you for warmth. you weren't really all that warm, you dressed for the aesthetic rather than the weather and were quickly regretting it.

opening his mouth to speak, neteyam was quickly cut off at the announcement of ao'nungs name and the screeching of girls that soon followed after. you two shared an incredulous look before bursting into laughters and cheering the boy on.

"let's go ao'nung!"

"don't suck!!"

at your words ao'nungs eyes met yours and you froze, facepalming when he sent a wink your way. the girls behind you somehow saw it (do they have 20/20 vision or something?) and their screeches somehow got even louder, causing you and neteyam to cringe.

you felt a hot breath creep up behind your ear, heart racing when you realized how close he was to you, "i'm seriously gonna lose my hearing after tonight."

you chuckled awkwardly, training your eyes on ao'nungs at bat. "makes two of us." you coughed, trying to cover up the way your voice cracked at the end of the sentence.

the intimate conversation was interrupted by the loud noise of a bat, and you both looked up to see the white ball flying through the air. it sailed well over the outfielders head and over the fence, causing the crowd to roar.

"attaboy ao'nung!" neteyam shouted to his friend, the two of you clapping and screaming for him, your yells blending in with the rest of the crowd.

as ao'nung reached home plate he pointed over to your direction, causing the girls behind you to scream (again) and you roll your eyes, neteyam standing beside you, suddenly looking very unimpressed.

the game eventually came to an end after extra innings, and you exited the bleachers, holding onto neteyam to not get lost in the mix of people. "wanna wait for ao'nung?" he yelled over the noise and you only nodded in response, not bothering to speak over everyone else.

you two waited there for not long until neteyam's teammates tried pulling him away, and he looked over at you worriedly. "hey i'll be back in like five- ten minutes tops. stay here, alright?"

"o-okay." you watched as he disappeared from your sight, standing awkwardly in the clump of people. slowly but surely the stadium was starting to empty out, and neteyam still hadn't come back.

you went to call kiri and your phone shut off, showing the low battery icon, the battery flashing up at your face as if it was mocking you.

you heart sunk, and whoever was praying on your downfall got their wishes, as it had begun to sprinkle, which quickly fell harder, causing you to get soaked.

"just kill me now." you mumbled to yourself, debating if you should just sit in the rain and accept your fate when a familiar voice called your name.

"y/n!" he ran up to you, quickly taking off his baseball parka and wrapping it around your smaller figure. "why are you just standing here in the rain? you're going to get sick."

"i wasn't standing here on purpose," you spat, your shaky tone taking him by surprise. "i was with neteyam, and he told me to wait here for a little bit and he still hasn't come back and my phone is dead and i really don't wanna pay for an uber because it's expensive as fuck-"

"woah, woah, sweetheart, calm down," ao'nung cooed, gently grasping your arms. "look, my dorms right around the corner, we can just walk there. and then we'll get you into some dry clothes, okay?"

"don't you have to get to a party? i'm pretty sure i heard about one being thrown for the team and i don't wanna intrude-"

"you're not intruding. and it's fine, i don't really wanna go to that party anyways. plus, i'm not just gonna leave you here in the rain," ao'nung scoffed, slightly offended that you think he would just leave you here on your own. "please, sweetheart? i don't want you out here alone."

you bit the inside of your cheek, figuring you didn't have that many options. "fine."

FUN FACTS !

— neteyam played baseball when he was younger, and it's actually one of y/n's favorite sports

— ao'nung didn't see y/n before the game started and thought she wasn't coming, so he got all giddy when he heard her voice

— lo'ak ended up getting tsireya's number by the end of the night

—

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a/n — sorry neteyam girlies this was a rough chapter

[misguidedasgardian]

Storm's End

HOTD MASTERLIST

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Niece!Strong!Reader

Summary: your mother sends you to Storm’s End to rally Lord Borros Baratheon for your side, but your uncle arrived there before you

Warnings: Cursing, use of the word bastard, angst, heavy, canon level incest, thoughts about dying, mentions of bedding, and more, dark fic, Aemond is unhinged, mention's of children maiming, mentions of virginity loss and blood. READER MIGHT BE DEAD, OR MAYBE DEPENDS, COMPLETELY UP TO YOU, dragon's death though :(

+18 MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3.5 k

Notes: I know this has been done before, but… this is my way to look at it. You are the daughter of Rhaenyra, she sends you to Storm’s End instead of Luke, and this is what ensues

You know you should have turned back the moment your dragon took flight away from Dragonstone. 

There was something in the air

Grandmother Rhaenys, and your dear brothers flying by your side soothed you, made you remember you were not alone, but they soon parted way with you, Jace went North, as did Lucerys, Rhaenys went west, and you continued south

Towards Storm’s End

Those stormy clouds in the horizon must have been your first dark omen, but you didn’t pay attention to them, or to anything else really

Your mind was set

You had begged your mother to let you helped her, so she send you to the closest place, a short fly, a message delivered, and then you could return.

But what were you going to say?

you wanted to believe your mother’s words, that Lord Borros was going to be honored to receive you there, you were a young princess, no real threat, only a messenger, he was going to respect you, you were going to say your piece, and then you were going to take his answer back to your mother, as easy as that.

You held tightly onto your dragon’s reins as you flew amidst a cloud with rain within, getting you drenched within second

Karnax, under you, roared softly, feeling your uneasiness, trying to make you feel safer, and you did.

It was not relief what you felt when you saw the tall tower of Storm’s End in the horizon, it actually felt like your stomach had turned on itself, but that is the second sign you decided to ignore

Karnax was small, bigger than Arrax and a bit than Vermax, but he was still small enough to land in the outer courtyard, and you did 

Your saddle was wet, and you slid right off of it, landing heavily with your boots in the ground. 

You jumped when the light of a thunder brightened the sky for just a second, and then moments later the thunderous sound made the floor shake.

Karnax whined when you touched him, trying to soothe him, he was nervous, and soon you learnt why

Another, even louder, more monstrous sound made you flinch, and when you looked over the huge defensive walls of the castle, there she was. Vhagar raised her head, dwarfing the constructions covering her, growling as a warning.

She was indeed the largest and most dangerous dragon in the world

And she was here

That means that Aemond was also

Probably doing the same thing as you, trying to rally Lord Borros to his cause, to his side

To the Usurpers

The prospect of seeing your uncle made you tremble in fear, you had always been afraid of him, ever since he lost his eye, even more so after the last time you saw him

You have eavesdropped a conversation in which he had asked for your hand in marriage and Rhaenyra had crudely rejected him, he did not reacted well

It did not help that it was the same day of the Driftmark trials

He had frighten you so much your mother send you back the same night, only a few weeks away 

“Sobes Karnax, Lykyri”, you whispered soothingly, patting her snout, he whined, worried, but it was too late now, you couldn’t back down, you wondered if you were trying to calm him, or expected that he would sooth you back. 

So ignoring your body, mind, heart, soul, dragons, the weather and everything in existence around you, you decided to walk towards the guards guarding the entrance to the Castle

“I have a message for Lord Borros from Queen Rhaenyra”, you said quickly, before you lose your momentum, they barely nodded and started walking, you followed suit, trying to fix your drenched clothes

The Storm had catched up with you.

You could still hear it raging behind you as you entered the main hall of the castle of the Baratheons, you had never been here before, and it amazed you the immensity of it, it was rounded and at least three stories tall, ending in a huge vault over your heads, front here you could see multiple passages leading to the rest of the construction, but you could look no more

“The Princess (Y/N) Velaryon”, presented the guard, “Daughter of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen”

Queen

You thought bitterly, as you found Lord Borros seated on his throne.

But your gaze was immediately taken away

Aemond

He stood at the side of the throne, standing straight by one of Borros’ daughters, as he heard your name he immediately turned

He looked dangerous

Dresses head to toe in black leather, his hair combed perfectly, the eyepatch cutting his face in half

You wondered if he could notice you trembling from that far

You guessed he could since he looked terribly amused at your presence, his naturally curved lips smirked.

But you didn't came here for him, you turned your gaze towards to the Lord of the Stormlands

“Lord Borros, I brought you a message from my mother, the Queen”, you didn’t realize you had a stone inside your throat until now, almost choking in our own words, you were thankful for the acoustic of the place or else nobody could have heard you

“Yet early this day I received an envoy from the king”, he said then, “so which is it? King or Queen? the House of the dragon doesn’t seem to know who rules it”, he was already crossed with someone or something and you cursed yourself for being so weak, sounded so pathetically 

And then he laughed at his own joke and you shook, perhaps he was laughing at you

You looked fleetingly at Aemond

Perhaps to make sure he stood where he was

He frightened you

You begged the gods to make him stay there, as he stood, unmovable like the statues of Dragonstone 

“What’s your mother’s message?”, the Lord of Storm’s End did not take well to your distraction, so you tried your best to reach with your arm and this one not to shake, to prove to everyone there, to Lord Borro’s daughters, him, your uncle, and the court, how scared you were

A soldier took your message hastily and gave it to the Lord

He sighed, frustrated, and call in the maester

In a silly second you thought fleetingly of your brother’s giggles when you tell them the rumors were true and indeed Lord Borros didn’t know how to read, you remembered fleetingly that you suggested it was because he had hit himself many times on the head while jousting

But you shook those thoughts away, when you felt the small hairs in the back of your hair stand up, as Aemond’s deep gaze was on you

For a second, only the wind making the stones whistle as sing could be heard, and then the ruffling of paper the maester made while reading the letter.

Your uncle’s gaze didn’t leave you for a second, so you tried to look away from him, only stealing glances to make sure he hadn't move

That he was still several feet away from you, with people in between you

You didn't want him near you

He frightened you

He hated you

You knew this 

“Remind me of my father’s oaths?”, asked Borros, enraged, you turned to look at him, scared, “King Aegon at least came with an offer, my banners and swords for a marriage pact”

Poor girl, you thought briefly 

“If I do what your mother bids, who of my household will you marry, girl? uh?”

“My lord…”, you could turn this around, you could, you needed to try, to explain, to plead to his honor, “I’m not free to marry, I’m already betrothed to Cregan Stark”, you said, and you were not completely lying, your big brother was flying North now with the proposal in his hand

Aemond hummed mockingly at your words, so your gaze landed on him again.

He still was amused, even more so now, you shook in your place, trembling like a leaf in the autumn winds 

“So you come with empty hands”, said Borros, more angry than before, “go home pup, and tell your mother the Lord of Storm’s End is not some dog she can whistle up in need to set against her enemies”, he said rapidly

You had failed

You tried to swallow your tears as the stone in your throat but you just couldn’t do it

“I shall take your answer to the Queen, My Lord”, you whimpered, and when you looked at the pity in the daughters’ faces you realized your voice did sounded broken and defeated

Weak

You turned to leave, sad because you failed, but relieved that this had come to an end

“Wait”, you trembled in your place, stopping immediately at your uncle’s call.

You turned slowly, fearfully, to look back at him

“My lady Strong”

You whimpered

“Uncle?’, you were acknowledging him, but it sounded more like a question

Weak

“Did you really think you could just fly upon the realms, trying to steal my brother’s throne at no cost?”

You are the thieves

But the words never reached your lips, instead you wanted to hide your head between your shoulders, almost feeling ashamed

That much power Aemond had over you, the power to make you feel like you were in the wrong, and he was in the right

Ever since that night

When your little brother took his eye

The girl by his side took a step back, like giving him space, and that made you take a step back, less and less things could protect you from your uncle, your hand instinctively went to the pommel of the short sword your stepfather Daemon had begged you to carry, you didn’t know how to use it, but nonetheless… it couldn’t hurt

“I will not fight with you uncle, I came as a messenger”, you said, your voice, again, broken, weak, with fear and sadness

You had failed 

“A fight would be little challenge”, he said dismissively

“I’m aware”, you admitted, if it came to blows, you stood no chance against his incredible skill with the sword, even if you meant a fight with words filled with poison

“No…”, his hand went to his eyepatch, and form one single movement he took it out of his face, revealing a sapphire where his eyeball should be

You whimpered, taking a step back

It had taken you by surprise, not that you found him monstrous, or anything, it was just… incredible

“...You brother is indebted to me”

You really wished, in the bottom of your heart, that he would have let this go, if not for your brother, for himself, but he didn’t he hasn't, and that made him so incredible dark, resentful, twisted and mean

And that is what you were most afraid of 

“It was an accident…”

“I want you to pay instead”, you whined, taking a step back

“I have nothing…”

“A small payment in blood will suffice…”, you looked at Lord Borros, alarmed, he clearly was not meant for THAT, did he? Did he plan on slaying you there where you stood?, in front of all this people?

“...I will not breed you”, a single tear escaped your eye at his crude words, “I plan on gifting our bloodied sheets to your mother”, you looked back at the Lord of Storm’s End and he looked back at you, concerned

This was the man supposed to wed one of his daughters

“No!”, you cried, in defense of yourself

“So you are a craven as well as a traitor, as your brothers…”

“Not here!”, Borros finally intervened, but still you could not breathe, you were terrified

You never wanted to believe the gazes your uncle gave you were ones of desire, and dark intentions of bedding you, you never thought… 

“GIVE YOURSELF TO ME, OR I WILL TAKE YOU BASTARD!”, you shrieked as he advanced on you with certain and long steps, you stumbled backwards trying to prevent him getting near you

“NOT IN MY HALL!”, the thunderous voice of Borros made him stop in his tracks, “the girl came as an envoy, I will not have bloodshed of any kind beneath my roof”

Lord Borros’ words came of little comfort, not when your uncle had taken a dagger of his belt and was threatening you with it, the storm outside, the lightning made his sapphire gleam meanly

“Take the princess back to her dragon, now!”, commanded Lord Borros and you, giving a titanic effort, managed to walk (and not sprint at high speed) out of the hall

Aemond watched you go and smirked, making the dagger dance in his hand

You were his to take

He looked back at the girl he had begun to court to notice she was far away from him now, clearly scared of him

“I will be back shortly to resume negotiations”, he said meanly

“Don’t bother”, said Floris, standing now next to a guard, she would not like to be courted by him now, “I’m not interested in a man that is pure bark and no bite”

When you stepped outside, the storm was raging, you were drenched in second, wet from head to toes, but you couldn’t paid no mind to such things now

Karnax felt your fear, how frightening you were and he advanced towards you whining and growling desperate

“Lykiri Karnax” [calm], “gūrogon īlva hen kesīr” [take us out of here] 

Something was wrong, something was terribly wrong, you let your tears fall freely now that nobody could notice nor see you, another Lightning broke the skies from afar and when you turned…

Vhagar was gone

There was no way he could have left before you, it couldn’t, it wasn’t possible

He was in negotiations with the Baratheons, you had to go, so he wouldn’t catch you.

You thought he was going to let you be, because it had been your brother who took his eye, not you

Oh how wrong you were

“Why?”, you cried, trying to make sense of it all as you climbed onto your dragon’s saddle, “Sobes, Karnax”, you called, he growled but obeyed you, he also wanted to get out of here.

You needed to get back to your mother, to Dragonstone, to your brothers and stepfather, they needed you, but you somehow knew that wasn’t going to be possible, a crippling fear took a hold in your body, you felt like you could barely move, your body being so tense. 

The rain hit your face with strength, the highers you flied, you only secured your staps tightly and held into your reins hardly 

Karnax flapped his wings with difficulty, but he succeeded in keep flying, you wanted to relax, you were flying away from Storm’s End, the Baratheons, your uncle, everyone, but something told you it wasn’t going to be that easy

You wanted Karnax to fly faster, an uneasy feeling settling in your stomach 

You whimpered in fear

something was wrong, terribly wrong

You felt a low growl coming from above and you cried, lowering your head, not wanting to face it, face him, and what he was going to do to you once he had you within his grasp

He was coming for you 

And the moment you took to the skies, you raised the bet, he was not simply going to take you now, he couldn't not flying like this...

He rode the largest dragon in the world and you one of the smallest

You grabbed into your reigns and hoped Karnax would fly faster, but you couldn’t ask more of him of what you were already asking

You gained the courage to look up and you got a glimpse of a large looming shadow over you

Why?, you whimpered, crying harder, and Karnax growled

Why you?, you loved him once, you were friends, you played, and read together as kids, you had promised you could share little Karnax, and he had agreed. 

But he got his own dragon, the largest in the world, and from that moment he pushed you aside and called you a bastard despite your Targaryen features and the fact that he had never called you that

He almost killed your brothers and then Luke took his eye.

After what transcurred in Driftmark with the Queen and your mom Aemond had come to your room in the hour of the bat, you woke up with a knife in your cheek and him over you, his hand in your throat

You never knew why he had come to your chambers and not luke’s or jace’s 

He always knew you were the weakest one

You were a woman, he was a man 

You looked ahead and shrieked once again when you saw Vhagar coming at you amongst the dark stormy clouds, at full speed

“NO!”, she changed her trajectory, going up in the last second, her feet and claws passing right by you, you could even feel them passing right by your head

Please

You were going to die

You could hear Aemond’s laugh, ricocheting amongst the clouds 

He was amused by you

He hated you 

 And now he was going to kill you.

Karnax growled, scared too out of his mind, you could feel him, deep in your gut, the pure and sheer instinct to fight or fly kicking in, and both of you opting for the latter 

just when you thought you had lost him, you heard the flap of huge wings behind you, you turned to look, and Vhagar huge open jaws appeared trough the storm, ready to swallow you whole.

But Karnax was fast, and Vhagar liked to play with her food 

“I see you!”, you heard from behind, and the sound that Vhagar’s jaws made when they close grabbing into thin air made your skin prickle, “Libōnos”, [bastard] 

Your body was tense as a bow, you could barely feel your legs that were tightened around your saddle, the water, despite your leather cape, has got under the clothes, and froze you all over, that you felt like you were made of ice, you could barely move, your fingers were not going to survive this even if you did

Vhagar was still behind you as you commanded your dragon to fly downwards, to gain speed

You made him turn and twist in the air, but to no avail, the monstrous Vhagar had her eyes set on her prey and she was not going to let go, you use your whole body and strength to pull her to make her change her trajectory from one moment to another, she might be bigger, but you were faster

Deep down you knew it was all going to be for nothing

He was coming for you

He hated you

And you could hear his sick laugh as he was laughing in your ear

You soon could make out the sea under you and as you looked to your left there was a cliff splitted in two, a risk in the middle, you had a change, you might be able to flight in between, but Vhagar wouldn’t

Your dragon read your mind and went there, seeking refuge 

It has worked, you looked back to see VHagar fighting to make her heavy body fly upwards, your uncle’s grunts cut trough the air reaching you, it was insane

He was insane

He had a grudge for 8 years, boiling and simmering in rage, anger, and sadness, and you were the one that was going to get the worst of it

You felt relieved even, that it was you and not sweet Lucerys

Better you than him 

“JĒMELÃ GÊLŸNI ENKÂ!”, he screamed [you owe me a debt], “BYKA!”, little one

Karnax flied diligently through the cliffs and rocks, you looked up and he was still there, chasing you, looming over you

“I lied!”, you heard then, “I will give you my bastard”, a pain spread through your chest, all your sorrow, pain, fear, exploding, taking a hold on your body, preventing you from breathing properly, even with the skies falling upon your head, with your life in your uncle’s hands.

You screamed when Karnax again flew in open skies as the protection of the cliff was taken away. It was a scream of agony, frustration, and fear

Oh so much fear

 But the gods, or whomever, granted you a small mercy, the clouds were thick and the sea was a few feet under you, they concealed you from your predator chasing you. 

You took a shaky, long breath, despite the lump in your throat present since you left Dragonstone

You needed to get yourself together 

Keep flying North, soon the skies will clear, you couldn’t let fear control you….

Fear

The last thing you heard was Vhagar growling, and Karnax high screeched when the biggest dragon in the world sank her teeth in him, catching his legs and tail, completely destroying him.

“AH!”, you barely got a scream yourself, she didn’t catch you, but so did half your dragon, now dead.

“VHAGAR! NO! NO VHAGAR!”, is the last thing you heard

The next?

The white noise of water, all around you, the cold grasping you, hugging you tightly, not letting you move as the water moved around you taking you prisoner 

For better or worse, Vhagar’s had completely destroyed the saddle, releasing you, and now you were there, by a gift or a curse from the gods, amongst the dark tides of Shipwreck bay, sinking slowly, finally you didn’t feel more fear, only the instinct to survive.

You were a true Velaryon at last. 

[dyns33]

Sentimental weather

A little Morpheus x female reader

I'm less and less good with titles

It was raining.

No, the word was not strong enough.

It was a real torrent, a storm, a hurricane outside, and no one around Y/N seemed to care.

It must have been that, and the fact that she had found herself in this weird and unfamiliar place when she opened her eyes, that she hadn't been worried for more than a minute, before running under a tree to take shelter.

A raven seemed to have had the same idea, even though he thought it stupid, as he let her know.

"It's dangerous to stay under a tree during a thunderstorm."

"Oh, really ?" replied Y/N, who had the feeling that it was not normal for a raven to be able to speak.

"Yeah. Lightning could kill you. But you can't die here. Well, I don't think so. People can die while sleeping, but I don't know if it kills you for real to die in dreams. The boss says that we're real, but when someone is injured while sleeping, they're fine when they wake up, so I'm a bit lost. I have to say, he doesn't explain very well."

"Ravens have bosses ?"

"Not ravens. Me. I'm the raven, thank you. I'm here to assist the boss. Although I'm not much use at the moment. It's kind of his fault too, he doesn't listen. He's stubborn and sensitive. I've been told this isn't the first time this has happened. I really wish the rain would stop, it's been weeks now."

If his boss didn't explain well, the raven wasn't really any better. He continued to complain about the weather, until Y/N woke up. It seemed perfectly logical that this was all a dream, and she didn't think about it for the rest of the day.

But next night, when she opened her eyes again after falling asleep, she was still near the castle, in the pouring rain.

She was a little surprised, but as if it were normal, she went back under the tree, where she found the talking bird.

"Well, you're back." he noted. "And you don't listen to my advice. Just like him. I've been trying to talk to him all day, but no ! It's still raining."

"I don't understand the connection between your boss and the rain."

"It's because he's sad that it's raining. I mean, I can try to understand. He was in love, I think, even though it had only been a month and she wasn't great. I didn't like her at all personally. He struggles with feelings. Words, people… He struggles. He's had a lot of problems. But it's been weeks now, he has to pull himself together and listen to his good mate Matthew ! I can't fly in his conditions !"

As the raven, Matthew, continued to speak, Y/N looked up at the balcony of the castle and saw a man staring at the horizon, standing in the rain and looking terribly sad.

He must have been the famous boss.

Remembering that it was only a dream, and therefore not caring about the consequences of her actions, Y/N ventured towards the castle despite the raven's protests. Still without thinking, she went to the balcony, finding herself next to the man who was causing this storm.

"Hello." she said simply. "Matthew says you're sad and that's why it's raining."

"Matthew seems to say a lot of things except what relates to his job. He has to report when a dreamer gets lost so far."

"I'm not lost, you can't get lost in a dream. I know perfectly well where I am."

"Really ?" asked the man, without turning to her. "And where do you find yourself, little dreamer ?"

"In my bed. Unless I'm sleepwalking, but I don't think so."

"You think, you're not sure. You are wrong, we can get lost in a dream, and get stuck. Better check where you are."

Y/N then opened her eyes, in her bed, as she had said. The rest of the day passed without her thinking about this dream.

When she found herself again in front of the castle, under the storm, she did not go to join the little raven, who sighed when he saw her pass in front of his tree.

Still in the rain, still staring sadly at the hoziron, the boss made no comment as she came to stand next to him.

"Hello again. I was right, I was in my bed if you're interested. Anyway, Matthew talked about heartbreak. Look, I don't pretend to understand how you feel, and maybe it's not my business, but still, you have to move on. It's difficult, okay, but as the poet said, it's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved. That's life, you have to live."

This time, the man looked at Y/N, and seeing his eyes, she understood that he was not human. There was something powerful and ancient in his starry eyes. There was also something else she couldn't decipher.

"… I said something similar once, to someone very dear to me." he whispered in a strange voice.

"Well, you have to know how to follow your own advice. Of course it may take time and you can ask for help, but I promise you that everything will be better soon. You deserve it. I don't know you, but you make it rain for love and a raven is worried about you, so you must be nice deep down."

The boss continued to stare at her with a strange look, impossible to read, between admiration, surprise, vexation at having been partially insulted and what looked a bit like love. But that was probably not it. Anyway, Y/N didn't ask, too busy waking up. Again, the events of the night didn't really affect her day.

Except maybe when a raven came tapping her window while she was preparing dinner. She looked at it for a long time, wondering if it was a trained raventhat had gotten lost and was asking for food, but without opening.

"Impolite !" he shouted when she didn't open, concentrating on her saucepan.

"… What ?"

"Crude ! Mean ! Reckless !"

"You can talk ? Are you… Matthew ?" she asked as she let him in, unable to remember when she had gone to bed. Because it had to be a dream.

"Yes, it's me. Sorry, I shouldn't have gotten upset, I forget it's weird to see a talking raven. Thanks for opening up, and remembering my name. The other never remembered it, she was mean."

"The other ? Who?"

"The previous one. Look, I guess you didn't do it on purpose, and I'm quite glad the sun came out, but… You could have been careful, really. We didn't need that."

"I understand absolutely nothing."

"Lord Morpheus isn't sad anymore, thanks to you. Hooray. Except not totally, because… He's in love again."

"Really ? That's a good thing. With who ?"

"Who do you think, Sherlock ?" sighed the raven, staring at her.

"… Oh."

"Yeah, oh. So be nice, you've seen what happens when he's down, please don't break his heart."

"But he doesn't exist. You either, I'm dreaming."

"… Shit. I did well to come. So I'll say it quickly, I'm real, Lord Morpheus is real, what happens in dreams is real, you're not crazy, and my boss is madly in love with you now. Digest the information quickly, please."

Just because the raven said it didn't mean it was true, Y/N could be dreaming or losing her mind. But all the same, dreaming of the same thing four days in a row was not completely normal.

If she decided to believe Matthew, it involved a lot of things and questions she would ask him later. Because there was more urgent.

"… He loves me ? Me ? Why ?"

"You are a beautiful soul, noble and pure, wise, who will perhaps appreciate his company despite all his faults. End of quote."

"That's a bit quick, isn't it ? I don't know him at all, you just told me his name."

"Well, that's not bad enough. Some people get married without even knowing that. If he asks you, say yes !"

"Matthew. Stop it immediately."

The raven jumped with her, moved in front of Y/N as if to protect her, before looking genuinely frightened when he saw his boss, Lord Morpheus, standing in the middle of the living room, the arm crossed and looking displeased.

Obviously the little emissary had not asked permission to come here.

"Hi, boss ! I'm… I was…"

"Again saying things you shouldn't. Leave her alone, go back to the Dreaming and help Lucienne in the library."

"Yes, boss !"

Not wasting a moment, the raven immediately flew out the window. Lord Morpheus watched him disappear into the clouds, before slowly turning towards Y/N. Again, it was hard to know what he was thinking.

"My apologies for the intrusion, and the pressure. Matthew shouldn't have acted like that, but he's impulsive and protective, he thought he was doing the right thing."

"… Is it true that you are real and that you love me ?"

"I heard that these two facts were not very clear." he sighed, looking suddenly embarrassed. "I want to do things right, so I intended to woo you, so as not to rush you, and so that you can know who I am. But if my advances are not welcome, a word from you and I will leave."

It was a way out. It was touching of him, because as he said, Matthew talked a lot, and Matthew said a lot of things that might have made Y/N think it wasn't a good idea to hang out with Lord Morpheus.

He was a complicated being, who had trouble with feelings, people, who was dramatic, stubborn, sensitive, with a difficult past, both in general and in his romantic relationships.

But so were many other people.

"Matthew couldn't tell me if we died in real life after dying in a dream." was Y/N's response. "You said we can get lost, so…"

Lord Morpheus considered what she had just said, understanding that it was an invitation to stay, chat with her, and possibly start his court if he wished to. He smiled slightly as he began to explain to her, and Y/N then realized two things :

It wouldn't be difficult to fall in love with this man, as dangerous as it could be.

Matthew was right, he didn't explain very well.

[five-rivers]

First. Previous.

Well… his parents might not think it was all that wonderful.  For some reason, they didn't seem to like it when he went to Long Now, even though it was by far the safest place for him in the Ghost Zone.  No one attacked Clockwork.  Ever.  

Thing was, as much as he'd like to visit, he wasn't sure where the Heavenly Gardens, the Drowned Quarter, or the Mountains of the Moon were.  Finding them would take a lot of time, and he didn't want his parents to worry.  Much.  This was about freedom and proving a point, not being a jerk.  

On the other hand, Long Now was easy to find, and if he was supposed to go somewhere else for whatever reason, Clockwork would let him know.  

He zipped through the ectoplasmic clouds of the Ghost Zone’s current weather, easily navigating the smaller islands and swarms of floating doors that currently surrounded the Fenton portal.  

Soon, the gears and dark stone of Long Now rose out of the neon-bright haze.  With a small trill of excitement, Danny sped up, and landed on the front step shortly.  

Like many of the other places in the Zone, Long Now had its own rules.  As was to be expected, Long Now’s rules had to do with time.  Anyone and anything who entered Long Now would be synchronized with one, everything happening with the tick of a clock.

It wasn’t terribly noticeable, generally, that each new movement or each new thought happened with the tick of a clock when there were so many clocks ticking at all different rates.  But if you paid attention, or if you were, say, in a fight and you knew what your rhythm usually was, or if you were a person with a heartbeat that suddenly changed, then it was a bit easier.  

It gave Clockwork a terrific advantage, because not only did he know what time you were locked to, he could change the clocks.  It was his lair, after all, and it wasn’t nearly as big as, say, Three Twilights.  He had better, finer, control.  

By the same token, Danny didn’t have to wait at all for the doors to open and let him in.  

“Clockwork!” Danny called.  “I’m coming in!”  Clockwork certainly already knew, but he wanted to be polite.  

“Hello, Daniel,” said Clockwork, emerging from a corridor, the opening of which slid around the periphery of the room on the edge of a gear before disappearing.  “How are you tonight?”

“I’m okay,” said Danny, flying over to him and circling him several times.  “How are you?  It’s been– You know how long it’s been.  It’s been long.”

“Yes,” said Clockwork, catching Danny by the shoulder and directing him closer, to snuggle into his cape, “I do know.  I missed you, too.”

Danny hummed and accepted the invitation to cuddle.  “Is there anywhere I’m supposed to be?” he asked.  “I wanted to, um.  Mom and Dad wanted me to stay home, but…”

“Keeping anyone shut away in such a small space for so long can cause issues.”

“It shouldn’t,” said Danny, now a little embarrassed about running away.  “I wanted to be an astronaut.  They stay in smaller spaces for longer.”

“There is a difference,” said Clockwork, calmly, patting Danny’s shoulder, then stroking the back of his head.  “As for where you are supposed to be, I would say asleep.”

Danny squirmed.  

“It is late,” said Clockwork.  “You are still human, and you have not slept well for some time.”

“I’m fine,” mumbled Danny, words muffled by Clockwork’s cloak.  “I want to explore.  I want to do stuff.  I’ve been stuck in one place for so long.  I want to-  I want to at least help with things.”

“If you can truly say that you are not tired, I can give you a few things to do.”  He smiled gently.  “I can always use an assistant.”

Danny looked at Clockwork suspiciously.  “Can’t you tell if I’m tired or not?”

“I can see through time,” said Clockwork.  “I cannot read minds.  That is more Nocturne’s purview.  Of course, even resting doesn’t have to be only sleeping.  We can sit together for a time, perhaps read together, or talk.”

[darkhighness]

Good Omentober Day 14 - Flies

Prompt by @disaster-dog

While Beelzebub and Gabriel’s relationship grows, they always find themselves distracted by flies.

The weather in Tadfield was perfect as it always was but the heat caused a bunch of flies to accumulate in the air. As Beelzebub moved closer to Adam, they found themselves sneaking a glance at the Supreme Archangel approaching the boy as well. The angel was quite the sight to see with his snappy suit and perfectly manicured appearance from head to toe. For the first time in millennia, Beelzebub was conscious of their appearance and uncomprehendingly worried about what the angel was thinking about them

It was just a shame that a fly flew past and distracted them and reminded them of the job at hand. There was an impending war to unleash, after all. 

---

“So Armageddon was a bit of a bust…” Beelzebub offered cautiously.

The two opposing leaders found themselves sitting at a bar. They had agreed to come and talk and find some kind of arrangement but neither had been brave enough to say the first word. The light tones of Buddy Holly’s Everyday was playing throughout the joint but could barely be heard over all the chatter around.

“You can say that again.”

Beelzebub looked at Gabriel quizzingly. They still had a lot to learn about human expressions, evidently.

“Armageddon was a bit of a bust?”

“No, I mean, well yes, I mean I agree entirely.” Gabriel clarified, shifting on the barstool he was sitting on. He hadn’t branched out enough to order a drink, still adamant that he didn’t want to sully his temple but he found himself wanting something to fiddle with to distract from the awkward situation.

Beelzebub just hummed slightly, watching as a small fly landed on their finger. Gabriel looked disgusted at the tiny creature.

---

“I like the new face. It’s good,” Gabriel noted with a small vaguely angelic smile on his face. They’d found themselves in a dark pub in the inner city of London, making up some excuse to meet up again to thwart some biblical threat.

“Fancied a change,” Beelzebub explained. They’d taken their hat off and it was resting on the suspiciously sticky bar table. They reached over to readjust one of the fly ornaments on the top of it.

“I probably shouldn't ask but I have to know,” Gabriel started, “What’s with all the flies?”

Beelzebub let out a small chuckle, “You’d be surprised how many people ask. I just like them, really. They fly around, they annoy everyone. They never seem to go away. It’s petty. Perfect for a demon, huh?”

Gabriel hummed slightly, reaching over to brush some dust off the demon’s hat. They’d gotten better about silence. At some point the awkwardness had shifted into comfort. It was just nice to have someone who understood, sometimes. 

---

“I’m beginning to think you demons aren’t all that different-” Gabriel chuckled as he watched Beelzebub not-so-subtly coerced a couple to leave the booth seat they were in to make room for them.

“We’re all cut from the same cloth after all.”

The Lord slid into the seat, a smile forming across their face as they sunk into the pleather seat. Gabriel moved to sit beside them. As he scooted closer, acknowledging that this felt incredibly childish, his hand strayed and he brushed against Beelzebub’s leg.

The demon let out what could only be called a squeak. They would never admit to being touch-starved but there was something so delicate about the angel’s touch that sent tingles up the demon’s spine. They struggled to resist as they wanted to melt into Gabriel’s touch.

“Sorry, sorry, it’s hard to get into these things,” He explained before pulling his arm away and straightening his suit jacket. 

Beelzebub watched as an oddly coloured march fly flew past and landed on the table, right between where the demon and the angel were sitting. They wondered if it would be weird to shift closer to the angel.

---

“Here, this reminded me of you,” Gabriel mentioned, fishing a small fly badge out of his suit pocket. It was inside a small jewellery box Gabriel had found to keep it safe. It was a small black box with gold detailing and it reminded Gabriel of the mark Beelzebub had made on his life.

Beelzebub picked it up and inspected it closely. In the sunlight, the gold and glass shone brilliantly, keeping the demon entranced. There wasn’t a lot of beauty to be found in Hell, usually that was reserved for these small visits they had to Earth when they met with Gabriel. They still hadn’t told anyone about this but the secret of it was nice. It was something untouched by Heaven or Hell. Something entirely neutral. Undecided.

“It’s gorgeous, thank you.” Beelzebub proudly pinned it onto their jacket.

Gabriel reached out for their hand slowly before clasping it and resting their joined hands on the bench they were sitting on. They had found a lovely park to meet at and with some craftily placed miracles, no one noticed them.

---

“The little guy will stay in here, protected from everything. You don’t even need to worry. Then you’ll always have a little piece of me in Heaven.” Beelzebub explained, gently pressing the matchbox into Gabriel’s hand.

“Thank you, Beez. This is fantastic.” He inspected the matchbox before carefully placing it into his breast pocket, “Right by my heart like you always are.”

Beelzebub rested their head on Gabriel's arm who shifted to make them more comfortable. Their hands were clasped together, they always seemed to be when they were together and the warmth was quite welcome in the cold of London.

---

As the two held each other, their love finally on display for everyone entirely ignorant of what they thought. It was just them, their bodies connected through their palms as they gently hummed their song.

A subtle warmth filled them as they absolved from their heavenly and hellish duties and they found a quiet corner of the universe to start their new life. Their real life.

The only thing left of them on Earth was a small march fly flying around the bookshop.

[leggerefiore]

Icy Night

cw: power outage, freezing a bit, fluff, ingo has confidence issues about relationship, frosmoth ingo

pairing: Ingo/Reader

summary: Your power goes out in an ice storm. Frosmoth Ingo laments about his inability to warm you.

----

The Frosmoth hybrid would admit his worry with ease. The weather was much too chilled for any normal human to survive without any heating source. Naturally, his nature as an ice-type excluded him from this issue, but you… His frown could only deepen as you shivered and pulled the blankets tighter around you. You both had moved out of the city and into a more rural area to make living together an easier thing.

As much as you tried, you could not hide the distress the judgment of others about your decision to openly be in a relationship with a hybrid did to you. Bug hybrids, moths and butterflies, especially, were often viewed as little more than a nuisance or even a pretty sight. There was still judgment for any humans who decided to pair up with hybrids, of course. Unova was an odd place to Ingo at times.

It was your relationship with him that had led to your current circumstance. You shivered more. The area you moved into really was just outside out of Nimbasa, but just enough out that power issues became a problem in such a terrible storm. Ice coated the branches of the trees thickly, giving them an ethereal shine in the light. Its beauty was only skin deep, as issues became more apparent as the branches drooped lower and lower.

Ingo felt annoyance at the inadequate attempt by humans to stop this disaster from happening. Your lack of electric types meant everything appeared a bit hopeless. Emmet promised to help as soon as he could, knowing his horde of Joltiks alongside his Galvantula and Eelektross could easily remedy this issue. He was stuck at work, unfortunately. Even if he stated it was an emergency, the city was currently in one too by the unexpected weather and basically ordered him to stay. Elesa, offering her support remotely, apologised as she was out of country for work.

It was just you two together, and his blatant inability to warm you. He felt awful. Somehow, everything felt like it was his fault. Checking the phone for any updates from Emmet yielded nothing new and left him concerned. Your situation kept him endlessly worried. Ingo forced himself to remain still, fully aware of the chill his wings could bring with a single flap.

“I'm sorry, my love,” he apologised and gazed at the door desperately, “This is my fault… I should take responsibility.” Your eyes gazed into him harshly. Shaking your head, you crawled closer to him. It was a foolish move to cling to him, you were fully aware, but the hurt in those glittering eyes of his could kill you, too.

“Hey, it's okay,” you cooed, “It's not your fault. I really doubt you went outside with the pure intentions of creating an ice storm.” His antennae twitched a bit as his wings pressed further into his back. “Besides, I doubt any singular Frosmoth could cause this weather disaster.” He pouted deeply at that and shook his head.

“I most certainly could if I put my mind to it,” he argued a bit. You gave a light laugh at the image of Ingo flying as fast as he could and trying to cause an ice storm from a tundra in the middle of Unova. “... That's not what I meant… We wouldn't be here if it was not for my selfish desire to be with you,” he continued. You pouted this time.

“Oh, so you're the only one selfishly in love, then?” You joked, “What do you call my feelings for you, then? Selfless? Just really close besties?” His cheeks flustered a pale green tinge as he averted his eyes. “Ingooo, I'm just as selfishly in love with you as you are me. If not more. I was always into moths, you know.” A light joke, but one that sent him into a few chuckles as used his upper-right arm to clear a build up in his eyes and his lower pair to hold his stomach. You smiled.

“... Would any moth do, or did you prefer ones that are difficult to cuddle in the winter?” he asked, lightening up a bit.

“Mmm, I tried a Venemoth hybrid, but they were a bit toxic,” You gave another joke. “... I liked one that talked a lot, was oddly fascinated with, and on his younger twin too much. He was a bit a sweetheart despite his frigid appearance.” You laid a hand on his shoulder and beamed up at him. “I love you too much,” you softly poured your heart to him, “Don't blame yourself. I know Emmet will be here soon.” He took that hand softly and desperate, wished he could give you the warmth you so needed.

~

Emmet came and decided it would be best to just bring you both back to his apartment. His worry about your and Ingo's safety piled up, and he was not taking any risks. By the time you arrived at his building, you crept into the warmth of his apartment and curled up in Ingo's old bed with a yawn. The room had remained basically unchanged, Emmet clearly happy to have Ingo return at any time. You were out within minutes, and Ingo let out a relieved sigh.

The younger twin observed you both with curious eyes. “You know, my offer to stay with me is still open,” Emmet told his brother, who currently fumed on the couch while gazing out the window, “I don't mind two people living in my home. I am only here like… Mmm… thirty percent of my time?” With his hat off, Emmet's small antennae were plain as day. Ingo frown grew stronger.  Why could he not have been born the more human of the two? Then he could live a more banal life with you. Even the shallow warmth of Emmet's skin made pure envy rush through him.

The knowing look on the younger's face tormented him. Emmet sat beside him and wrapped an arm around him. “Brother, are you jealous of me?” he cooed. Ingo shook his head. It was something he would never admit aloud. Emmet did not have the best life either, forced to keep a secret about what he was and never able to make overly deep connections, with the worry they may out him as an incomplete hybrid. Ingo still envied the pseudo human life he achieved, even if Emmet himself would have preferred to be a bit more wild.

“... It would be better,” he told him, “If I was like you.” Emmet sighed and leaned back, looking at the window at the worsening weather.

“I don't think so,” the younger twin replied and stood up, “Are you hungry? I have some stuff in the fridge.”

“I eat ice.”

“That's what I was talking about.”

Ingo hated how much he laughed at that.

~

The morning arrived to you waking up to an empty bed. Yawning, you got up from the warm embrace of the Litwick printed duvet to find wherever Ingo was. Emmet's bedroom door was shut, so you headed into the living room. It was there you found the moth hybrid napping laid out on the couch. His antennae laid off his head, almost appearing as messy strands of hair against the soft colouring of his actual strands. The fuzz around his neck glittered with small ice fragments, and you gazed out the window to see a soft snowfall as opposed to the heavy ice from the previous days.

You softly caressed Ingo's chilled cheek, which stirred him from a slumber. A loud yawn came from him and he slowly opened his eyes. He stared at you with gentle affection for a moment before pressing himself deeper into your palm.  Before he realised what he was doing and retreated away. You clicked your tongue. That would not do. Not in the ever encompassing warmth of Emmet's apartment.

“Ingo,” you teased, “You can be affectionate here, you know.” To further your point, you crawled into his lap and nuzzled into his fluffy neck with a sigh. Ingo made a distressed noise but came to hold you quite quickly. Soft kisses were pecked to your head, where his antennae lightly tickled you. His lower arms remained tightly around you, but his upper ones came to hold your face softly. Your eyes stared deeply into his for a moment.

“... How can you love me?” he asked after daring to break the contact, “You're so wonderfully human, while I am so… Disturbing.”

“Disturbing?” you laughed, “I will admit I never thought I'd see a picture of a baby Snom devouring a curtain much to their mother's horror before, but I think it's bearable.”

“Is this what you must bring up every time?” he sighed and wished Emmet had never shown you it. His brother had a fascination with showing it off like he never ate curtains himself. “I meant… My inhuman traits.”

“What about them? I like your extra arms,” you smiled, “Your antennae are cute, your fluff is enjoyable to bury my face into, and your wings are one of the most gorgeous sights I have ever seen.” Ingo's face once again became a lovely pale green shade as he tried to suppress the joy your words brought. It was impossible to miss the shine in his eyes. “Ingo. I love you, even if you're a weird moth who likes trains despite being able to fly.”

The love in your eyes did not evade him, and he swallowed. There was no fighting this, he supposed. As long as you were happy with him, then… Then, he would allow himself to be happy with you. A soft, chilly kiss was pressed to your lips as a soft hum came from Ingo. When you finally parted, he spoke once more. “I love you, too, my dearest,” he told you, “If you'll truly have me, I will give you all I have.” You giggled and nuzzled your face into his fluff again.

~

Emmet stood rubbing his eyes and looking at you two gush your feelings to one another with a slight pang of envy in his heart. Would he ever find some like Ingo had? It was a scary thought to think him older brother would leave him behind one day. He was happy for his relationship with you but terrified of being alone.

“... Brother. On my couch?” he joked. Ingo jumped away from you with such talent, both you and Emmet remained awestruck for a moment.

Ingo then fell into gushing about what he was totally not doing.

[starlightdaggers]

In which you almost die but Scaramouche saves you just in time

Category: Angst with happy ending

TW: Shouting, fighting, falling

How stupid. Did you really think you would be able to beat him in todays duel? Sure you were getting stronger but how were you supposed to compare to a former Harbringer? Ridiculous. The fight had left you mildly injured and tired. Yet you still insisted on going on your commission afterwards. Completing a commission in this state didn’t strike him as a wise idea and he shared this with you. You said that it was just to pick some dendrobiums in Tatarasuna. When did they even start growing in Tatarasuna? You told him that if he was worried he could always accompany you. Him worried? Nonsensical. He didn’t understand why you kept insisting on training with him. At first you claimed it was to get stronger but now you even had the audacity to say it was because you enjoyed it, actually enjoyed it. Utterly absurd. There was so much he didn’t understand about you. He kicked a rock and wasn’t watching where it was headed. It ended up knocking a bucket of water over.

“Hey! What the hell was that for?!” A man yelled crouching closest to the bucket. Another man stood near him who also didn’t look to pleased with the spilt bucket. There weren’t many people who lived around the Kujou encampment since the end of the war so he hadn’t expected to see anyone around here, least of all when the weather was so miserable. A thick fog had coated much of Inazuma. It wasn’t a welcome surprise. Scaramouche glared at him. His eyes piercing a hole through the man’s forehead. The man stumbled backwards a bit from the gaze.

“Take one step towards me and I will change your life.” Scaramouche threatened.

“Geez. Okay…this guys just like those Fatui. So rude and…..ominous.” He shifted uncomfortably on the last word. Being compared to the fatui sent hatred and disgust through his veins. The man might not have realized it but he had found a way to cut deep.

“I heard they’ve been pretty active around Tatarasuna lately.” Said the other man.

Scaramouche opened his mouth to prepare another insult at them for that comparison but he froze. His entire body became a carefully carved stone as realization seeped in. There are no dendrobiumes that grow in Tatarasuna, the fatui have been active their lately and dendrobiums only grow where blood has been spilt. Your commission. It was a trap. And worst of all, you were already injured and in no state for a fight.

“Hey boy are you with those fatui-“ He stopped short as he watched the boy in question spin on his heel and take off in a sprint. “Where are you going? Get back here!” His words were lost on Scaramouche who was already bounding down the path.

He cursed himself. How had he not noticed something so obvious earlier? Was he an idiot? Had his time around humans in recent times diluted his ability to think logically. Self-hatred swirled around him like the winds he was now using to bolster his speed. It wasn’t fast enough, you were already in Tatarasuna by now. Scaramouche would summon enough wind to send him hurling through the air like an arrow finding its path to its target. He tried to bring each boost to its absolute limit causing him to stumble each time he feel to the ground again before he would take off running until he picked up enough speed to return to the air and repeat the process.

Scaramouche recalled you teasing him for choosing a flying ability. You said it was ‘a very you choice, to try to be above everyone else. You’d be amazed at what you could accomplish if you would stop acting like your above everyone else or oh-so-different then them.’ He has responded with a glare. ‘I am different. I’m not human. Or did you somehow forget?’ Your response had been so simple and yet was something he could never forget. ‘And yet here you are talking as humans do.’

He summoned a particularly strong gust of wind that sent him moving faster than a fight between a top swordsman of Inazuma and the Raiden Shogun. Near the end of his burst he felt a rock hit the small of his back, it was just large enough to cause him to fall to his knees. Scaramouche whipped his head to the side where a couple of hilichurls were now gaining on him. His teeth were clenched so hard that pain had begun to overwhelm his jaw.

“Out of my way worthless creatures!” A vortex of anemo surrounded the pitiful beings pulling them into the centre. Scaramouche wasted no time to watch them as he was already back to running again.

He remembered that this was how you had met. You had been fighting a group of hilichurls when he had found you. He had insulted the way you fought and when you asked him to prove it he did. After fighting back and forth some time about whether or not you or him did the most work, you had agreed to spar with him. And so began a new routine of meeting each other, having a duel and then arguing over it after. Why did he have to argue so much? Was that the only thing he knew how to do?

He fought innocent people. Scaramouche called forth another wind gust to lift him off of the ground. He fought the traveler.

The wind pushed past him with such force that it almost felt like tiny paper cuts.

He fought Hillichurls.

The scent of electricity in the air made him want it hurl.

He fought the fatui.

He fell down again nearly falling into the blighted water of Tatarasuna.

He fought you.

Scaramouche stopped at a clearing. There were signs of a battle. Freshly torn up grass, Scorch marks and even a frozen patch of grass. There was no doubt about it. A fight with the fatui had occurred here. You were still no where to be seen. He clenched his fist so hard he might’ve drawn blood but he didn’t pay it any mind. A bleak chuckle escaped his lips. Of course he must be too late.

Scaramouche recalled you had injured him once in your fight. It had been an off day for him, had a run in with one too many groups of enemies before your fight. You Hadn’t celebrated your accomplishment long before worry started to take over. He didn’t understand why you would care. He wasn’t even human. It wasn’t even a big injury and yet you got out medical supplies and wouldn’t leave him alone until he let you work on it. Had it been anyone else he never would have given in but after your insistent yapping he let you wrap his would in cloth. When he asked why you even cared, you just said you would learn more sparring someone who’s at full health. He had scoffed and didn’t think much of the instance until now. Why was he remembering all this now?

A scream broke through his thoughts. He turned to the left of him to see figures gathered atop the cliff of Tatarasuna. Scaramouche raced towards the figures. The fog was too thick for him to get make out who was who. If he had a heart he was certain it would be beating fast and hard enough to hammer a whole through his chest. You were alive.

As he got closer he could see that your legs were dangling over the cliff in the filthy hands of a fatui Geochanter Bracer. Scaramouche gritted his teeth together. What kind of cruel punishment was this? To have the very organization he had once sided with be the one to hold your life in its hands squeezing it until it snaps. He knows he didn’t deserve anything less then this torment he felt but why, if anything did it have to be you? You didn’t deserve this. It always the innocent ones that get caught up in this meaningless cycle of ruthlessness. The last time he was in Tatarasuna it was the same it was all the same. Why did he keep fighting if he already new the outcome of this battle.

Everything felt like it was happening in slow motion to him. The Fatui taking notice of him and all turning their weapons to attack wasn’t enough to catch Scaramouche’s attention. Your eyes Met his and he wouldn’t look any other way. Not when he heard shouts and not when he heard shots. All he saw was those frightened eyes staring back at him, the matted hair on your head and the ugly hand that held you. The fatui holding you panicked as he saw the approaching storm. In his haste to reach for his weapon he dropped you. A pit in Scaramocuhe’s stomachs threatened to take over his whole body as a scream tore through he air.

Scaramouche heard you scream his name as you were rapidly approaching an early death. Anemo with the force of a thousand tornados materialized around him and sent him barreling past the geochanter bracer. Knocking them off their feet. He didn’t notice. For as he jumped off the cliff he saw you with one hand outstretched towards him. A last attempt to live. Your eyes glazed over in fear, mouth agape. He watched as your eyes closed gently and the arm that was outstretched fell down. How dare you resign like this?! This couldn’t be happening again, this couldn’t happen again. Didn’t you know already know a little about his past. Why would you even think about leaving him alone?!

Scaramouche used the wind to now bolster his falling to speed his descent and managed to make contact with your shoulder. He brought his other arm around you and pulled you as close to him as he possibly could. You wrapped your arms around him and did the same. The air was unbearably suffocating, a mix of buzzing electricity and violent winds. This uncomfortable atmosphere forced your head into hiding in the crook of his neck. There was little remaining of scaramouche’s strength and he used it all up in one short burst just before you reached the ground to soften your fall enough that you’d both survive. He was the first to hit the ground the impact causing him to loose his grip on you causing you to roll to the side.

Scaramouche was the first to stand up even though his entire backside was in pain. You only managed to meekly sit up.

“Don’t you have any self preservation?!” He shouted. “Dendrobuimes in Tatarasuna? Obviously it was a trap. I’m tempted to kill you myself!” His hands clenched down on his sleeves in a futile effort to stop him from shaking.

“Obviously?! You didn’t notice it either to began with so don’t get high and mighty with me! And if your so tempted to kill me then why did you even save me in the first place?” You know how ridiculous this argument was but in this moment all you could feel was the overwhelming emotions.

“Shut up!” He reached an arm out towards you to help you up. When you grabbed it he propelled you into his arms and held you to him as close as he could. Instinctively your own arms came to envelope him. It’s warmth providing him a comfort he had never once felt before.

“Well. maybe you should learn to-“ the words caught in your throat as a sob threatened to escape. “To be less rude.” After you managed to release the last words the sobs followed and tears poured from your eyes. He was shaking and so were you. The tears that reached his own eyes made him feel so helpless and weak but it was too late to hold them back anymore once his arms had found there way around you. He spoke then. So quietly neither were completely sure he had spoken at all. He said:

“I thought you were going to leave me too.”

[spacepiratenemo]

Shortly before Nemo officially joined the Whitebeard Crew, there was a breakdown that led her to trust the first “Blue World People” she got to know. Wanting to give Nemo time and space, the Crew often watched her behavior, not wanting to push her to talk about things she wasn’t ready to discuss. However, as her behavior and actions grew increasingly worrisome, the Crew couldn’t stand by and watch any longer. Especially Ace didn’t wish to see his new friend destroying herself, drowning in sorrows. He recognized a lot of her behavior from himself before he met Luffy and Sabo. And since he recognized this pattern of behavior, he understood where Nemo was coming from.

One morning, after a sleepless night filled with worry, loud screaming echoed across the deck as Ben, her assistant droid, caused alarm. Its Boss hadn’t been asking for help, refusing to absorb thermal energy, not sleeping, constantly working, and pushing everyone away. The night before, Nemo learned how quickly the weather can change on the Grand Line, and while everyone was asleep, a quick blizzard froze her solid, effectively threatening her life. When the Crew found her after Ben alerted them, they brought her into her parked spaceship, where Ace quickly heated her up, thawing her out and helping her regain consciousness. Once again, Nemo pushed him away, telling him to “mind his own damn business” - But this time around, Ace wasn’t having any of it! He wasn’t willing to keep watching, hence, he didn’t let her go this time around. Ultimately, this is how Nemo also finally accepted him, as a true friend.

Author’s Note: Ace prevented Nemo from running away, keeping her close, eventually causing her to fully snap. The Space Pirate first began to clench her teeth, tighten her fists, resolving in punching against the Firefist’s chest over and over again, yelling, screaming… and ultimately, crying. Despite the Crew already knowing bits and pieces of what happened to Nemo, they hadn’t realised the full scope of what she had been through. 

During her complete breakdown, Nemo told him that she and her crew were just having a party and did some maintenance, resulting in security systems being shut down. No one could’ve expected this massive blast from the Blue World annihilating pretty much everyone within a second. And those that survived were on the brink of death. Ultimately, the next unfortunate circumstance was Enel’s appearance on the moon shortly after the destructive killing-blast. This self-proclaimed god wanted them to bow, and when they refused, he wiped the rest of them away. Only Zekka was still strong enough to defeat this opponent, but the Capt’n lost his life trying to save at least two of his kids: Nemo and Alliqui. 

The siblings couldn’t comprehend what happened. Suddenly their whole world was gone, everyone was dead and they were the sole survivors of an apocalypse. Struck by grief and overcome by emotion, the siblings quickly finished the Omnis, and despite the ship not being ready, they still used it to dive into the Blue World and enter Mariejois, demanding answers for this genocide. You can imagine how this turned out. Nemo and Alliqui were captured, tortured and used as guinea-pigs. Eventually they managed to make their escape, but Admiral Kizaru now stood between them and their freedom. Knowing Ben restored the Omnis so much that it could at least fly them away, they knew they only needed to make it to their spaceship in order to flee. However, Kizaru wasn’t willing to let them go, resulting in Alliqui sacrificing himself so his baby-sister could live… Nemo had to watch… And ever since, she refused to sleep or rest, afraid of the nightmares and pictures that kept haunting her. Completely broken down into tears, she kept wondering what the Lunarians did to deserve all of this. What justified such genocide? Were they monsters with no right to live? 

This breakdown served as a character-development and bonding scene. After the “worst is over” - Nemo joins the Whitebeard Crew, knowing that the Jackpots would’ve wanted her to live and be happy again. Ace helped her to see that and overcome this extreme grief, helping her to cope and showing her a new path. Ever since, these two have become best friends that weren’t able to live without each other for a single day. 

[roodles03]

Cave of Confessions (Huntlow Fic) Chapter 2

Warnings: Dangerous Weather.

Word Count: 1,741.

Summary: With the boiling rains approaching, Hunter scoops up Willow and is forced to abandon their picnic to seek shelter, and once they find one, things start to get quite antsy and awkward.

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Hunter sped through the air like a falcon, Willow and Clover holding on for dear life. Hunter furiously checked the ground, looking for any spot that could shelter them from the rain. He knew he didn't have much time before the rains would begin, which would burn all of them to a crisp. Willow had to wrap her arms around Hunter’s weist in order to not get blown away, and the fact that she was grasping onto him like this made her heart skip a beat. This was gonna be a long flight, and dang, Hunter really knew how to fly, didn't he? They were going so fast…no wonder he won the game for the Emerald Entrails back when they had met. 

Meanwhile, Hunter was far too focused on finding shelter to even think about getting flustered by Willow grasping onto him. His military training instincts had completely engulfed his mindset. He was on a mission, and nothing was gonna break his focus until he found shelter. After flying at max speed for several minutes, Flapjack was getting tired, so he was forced to slow down quite a bit. At this point, Hunter was getting worried, knowing he was running out of time fast. He couldn't find a single place for them to hide out which was getting rather frustrating, "Flapjack!!! Why are you slowing down?! We don't have time for this!" Hunter snapped. Flapjack tweapped at him, telling him if he sped up any more he was going to end up crashing from exhaustion. "Oh, of course," Hunter growled. This couldn't get any worse, but then, Hunter felt a hot drop on his arm, and so did Willow. There was no avoiding it now, the rain had arrived.

Willow gasped, knowing they were all about to get burned, "The rain is here! Hunter, we gotta hurry!" She shouted.

"I'm trying! Flapjack is getting tired!" Hunter shouted back, immensely frustrated. He winced as the rains started coming down harder, beginning to burn Willow, himself, and their respective palismen. To make matters worse, Flapjack only slowed even more from the pain of the scorching hot rain. Hunter was about to panic, knowing that he didn't have much time before Flapjack would run out of energy and they all would crash, leaving them stranded in the rain. He considered teleporting to try and avoid the rain, but that would only tire Flapjack out quicker. He was running out of options fast. Just then, a large boiling raindrop landed directly on the scar on his cheek, causing him to cry out in pain. 

Willow gasped from Hunter's sudden scream, "Hunter! Are you okay?!" Hunter didn't respond as right then he had spotted a tiny cave down on the ground. He instantly nosedived, rushing all four of them inside it. The cave was rather small, but it was more than enough to keep them safe for the time being. Willow hopped off Hunter's staff, Clover buzzing around her. Flapjack turned back into his animalistic form, visibly very exhausted and weakened. He began resting on Hunter's shoulder, barely moving an inch. Hunter faced away from Willow and Clover, looking out the entrance of the cave at the rains while grasping at his right cheek, "Alright," He moaned, clearly in pain, "This should be good for now." He inhaled through his teeth, grasping at his cheek harder.

Willow noticed that Hunter was in pain, the rains must’ve gotten him bad. She placed her hand on the shoulder Flapjack wasn't on, "Hunter, are you okay?" 

Hunter turned his head towards her, still holding the cheek his scar was on, "You know the giant scar I have here? Well, it's more sensitive than the rest of my skin and a huge raindrop landed directly on it." He eyed to the side for a second, not sure how to ask this question without getting nervous, "I-I know you specialize in plant magic, but…you wouldn't happen to know any healing spells, would you?"

Willow frowned, sadly shaking her head knowing she couldn't help, "No, I don't. I'm sorry." 

Hunter didn't say anything in response, instead giving Willow a simple nod of understanding. He then sat down on the rocky ground, crossing his legs over each other. He sorrowfully stared outside at the boiling rains, still holding his cheek. The weather in the demon realm was one thing he didn't miss about the place. Flapjack leaned against his neck, resting. He was completely worn out after that intense flight, and on top of that, he had done it while running on next to no lunch. He let out a pained chirp, letting Hunter know that he was gonna need a lot of time to rest before he could do anything. Hunter quietly petted him in response, knowing there was nothing he could do to help outside of letting the poor bird rest.

Willow couldn't bear to see Hunter so sad again. She had to cheer him up somehow, but this time she didn't know how. There wasn't really a bright side to this. She sat down on the ground next to him, quietly staring out at the rain with him. Then, she remembered something her dads always did whenever she got hurt when she was little. She turned to Hunter with a slight smile on her face, "You know, when I was very little and I got hurt, my dads would always give kisses to my injuries to make them feel better." 

Hearing this made Hunter's face instantly turn from pale white to bright red. Is she…implying she wants to kiss me? D-Does she want to kiss my SCAR?! He thought, internally panicking. I mean, it's not like I'd mind. Actually, I would REALLY enjoy that for some reason, but how would I explain that to her?! W-What do I do? What do I say?! AUGH! Hunter, think of something! Hunter tried to collect his rapid thoughts into words, but all that came out of his mouth were jumbled stammers. The nonsense that came out of his mouth only succeeded in him embarrassing himself on top of already being quite flustered. He gave up on speaking and turned his head away to avoid eye contact, feeling like a complete utter fool.

After seeing Hunter's reaction, Willow suddenly realized that what she had said could easily have been taken the wrong way. Just by his reaction Hunter probably thought she was implying she wanted to kiss him, when she was actually just trying to cheer him up. Well, she did want to kiss him, but definitely not without his consent. Willow quickly became embarrassed and frantically explained herself, "it's not what it sounds like, I-I swear!" She stuttered in a panicked voice, "I didn't mean it in the way you think! I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable-" 

"You didn't make me uncomfortable!" Hunter blurted out, cutting Willow off while suddenly turning to face her. It went quiet as they gazed at each other's reddened faces for a moment. Willow gazing at Hunter's ruby eyes, and Hunter gazing right back at Willow's emerald eyes. Then, both of them rapidly faced away to break the awkward moment, both completely and utterly embarrassed from that whole debacle. 

About a minute of silence passed over. All that could be heard was the steam outside from the boiling rain. It was enough time for them both to calm down from that very awkward and embarrassing moment. Willow didn't want it to stay quiet for too long, though, so she forced herself to say something,  "Hey, Hunter, I'm so sorry. It's all my fault we're in this mess." Willow folded her arms, eyeing at the ground, "I just wanted to treat you to a normal, relaxing day after the nightmare that was the past month, and now look what's happened. We're trapped in a cave hiding from the rain, and now you're hurt. I should've checked the weather before doing this. I'm so, so sorry,"

"Captain, shut up-" Hunter growled in a slightly angry tone. This surprised Willow, not expecting Hunter to respond like this. Hunter looked at her directly in the eyes, showing that he was serious, "Don't you dare blame yourself for this! None of this is your fault!" He hissed. Hunter then realized how forceful he was being and then facepalmed, feeling like an idiot, "Darn it, I'm sorry, captain. I have no right to be talking to you like that. It's just…" Hunter tensed up a little, somewhat hesitant to admit this, "I can't stand seeing you being down on yourself like that when you're such a powerful, confident witch." Hunter brought his knees close, holding his leg with his free arm. "Honestly, if anything, this is more my fault rather than yours. I was the one who grabbed you and took off. I didn't even think about it. I just sort of…reacted. I don't know what I was thinking. I should've just let you guide us back home," He stared back outside at the rain for a moment, "Look at this mess. Who knows how long we're gonna be stuck in here for." He buried his face in his knees, becoming completely engulfed in his self-doubt and guilt, "I was being stupid, I'm sorry."

Willow put her hand on Hunter's shoulder again, causing him to pull his face out of his knees and look up at her. She glared at him directly in the eye, letting him know that now she was serious, "Hunter, one, you're being a hypocrite, and two, you're not stupid, and you know what, there's no point in blaming ourselves for this. It's not gonna get us anywhere," she smiled weakly, "Besides, even though we're stuck here, at least we're stuck here together, right?" She then gave a wink, "Us half-witches have to stick together."

Hunter's eyes widened, feeling his cheeks heat up once again. That last bit rang in his head like a bell. 

‘Us half-witches have to stick together.’

He didn't know why, but hearing that was touching. Deeply touching. The captain was so compassionate and sweet. She clearly cared so much about him. His heart skipped beats as he silently stared at her, unable to look away as he drowned in her beautiful green eyes, speechless. Willow grinned, a faint blush dusting her cheeks, "Come here," she then pulled Hunter in for a hug, which made those strange feelings he was experiencing nearly explode. 

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Notes: I figured out how many chapters there will be, there will be four, and this is the shortest one. I will be uploading the next two chapters on the 16th and 20th of June, so there's something to look forward to!

Read full fic at #Cave of Confessions Huntlow Fic

[sweetsncandies]

would you mind a flower or two? (id like to be beside you)

Summary:

"Shigeo, grab an umbrella before you leave!" Mrs. Kageyama called out from the living room, seeing the weather forecast on the television. It had said that it would be pouring today, despite the hot weather for weeks now.

Mob glanced out the window, a bit confused as it was sunny out, with perfectly clear blue skies, the sun radiating warmth like no other but followed his mother's advice anyway.

Or a terumob sick fic (sort of self indulgent)

(Reposted from ao3, if you want to read it there, click here)

"Shigeo, grab an umbrella before you leave!" Mrs. Kageyama called out from the living room, seeing the weather forecast on the television. It had said that it would be pouring today, despite the hot weather for weeks now.

Mob glanced out the window, a bit confused as it was sunny out, with perfectly clear blue skies, the sun radiating warmth like no other but followed his mother's advice anyway. 

He reached out for his big black umbrella, the one he always uses nowadays as he stepped outside basking in the heat of summer weather. It was better safe than sorry, and he could use some shade from the sun.

On days like these, he gets reminded of the days he and Ritsu would play together as children. Too lost in his thoughts, Mob did not realize the dark clouds were slowly approaching. It was something Mob would notice if he was paying attention, but he wasn't, he was too busy admiring the bright yellow flowers that grew in the little crevices of the sidewalk. 

He was surely taking his time because it wasn't like he would be late for the next client, so Reigen wouldn't mind for sure. 

Spinning this black umbrella, Mob continued admiring the landscape near him. A newly opened clothing store with bright pretty neon lights caught his attention.

Maybe I could invite Hanazawa-kun to shop there sometime, it looks like the type of shop he likes. 

He thought with a small smile, humming as he passed by trees and sat on a wooden bench, swinging his feet as he watched the bushes sway, unaware of the number of people around him slowly decreasing and the shops closing. 

It wasn't till the rain poured heavy and loud as the winds blew his umbrella away that he noticed the weather and that he should get home soon. His family would get worried if he was outside with a storm this big.

He should probably inform Reigen that he wouldn't be able to come. Mob instinctively reached for his phone, but after a while of searching his pocket, it seemed like he left it at home, realization hit him like a cold breeze as he shivered in this chilly weather.

He wished he had a jacket on right now or at least brought his raincoat but it was too late for regrets as he chased his umbrella. He ran aimlessly in the direction he saw it fly, hoping for the best.

He had been getting better at running because of the Body Improvement Club, but he still gets drained of stamina rather quickly. Exhausted, he paused to take a break.

He looked left and right in the flooding street, but there was no umbrella in sight. Mob sighed as he took a glance around his surroundings.

Great. He was lost.

He did try to use his powers — that he should've just used from the start — but he just ended up sneezing. It caused a patch of flowers to bloom early near him.

Uh. Oh. That probably isn't good. 

He thought, looking around to try to get information about where he ended up.

Maybe he should've taken a smaller umbrella or held onto it more tightly and he wouldn't have lost it. Maybe, if maybe—

"Kageyama-kun?" A familiar voice rang in the street, it snapped him from his thoughts. He turned around to see who it was.

It was Teru, in his shining hot pink raincoat, almost glowing in contrast to the dull surroundings around him. He was like the bright yellow flowers that he was staring at for a while ago, standing out in the midst of a gloomy terrain. It was as if he brought a burst of color to a world that had forgotten how to shine. 

Teru waved hello, with a bright blue umbrella in hand, shopping bags, and a black umbrella in the other. Relief washed over Mob, he really liked that umbrella.

"Hanazawa-kun! Thank you for finding my umbrella." Mob expressed his gratitude as Teru handed his umbrella back, feeling the warmth enveloping his cheeks. He probably shouldn't have stayed out in the rain this long, he was starting to feel a bit dizzy seeing Teru.

"You're welcome. I just picked it off the street and knew it looked familiar." Teru sent a small smile back as he gazed at Mob with concern as his friend reminded him of a drenched kitten. "By the way, are you okay? You're soaking wet."

All Mob could do is sneeze in response, which told Teru everything. Neither of them noticed the pink roses that sprouted nearby. 

"Want to go to my place? It's nearby and I could prepare you soup. The rain won't settle for a while." Teru offered, which to Mob just sheepishly nodded with a blush and a small thanks.

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It was warm in Teru's apartment compared to the cold weather outside. The winds picked up speed and the rain poured even harder. Thunder could be heard once in a while, and Mob gets startled often by how loud it sounded.

It was the first time he had come to Teru's new apartment after the last one blew up and it looked similar yet not. Entering the front door, he was met by an area with tables and chairs like the one he had before, tons of bookshelves still surround the room, but now it was much more colorful with a funky designed rug in the middle of it. The curtains were colored a rich purple with yellow squiggly lines as well. The kitchen is in another room next to the bathroom. The apartment had grown in size compared to before, so it had more room for a big closet.

Teru handed him a towel and spare clothes which he graciously accepted. He dried off his hair and changed his clothes. The clothes were unique so to speak, a highlighter yellow-colored shirt with neon green sides, paired with ankle-length striped pajama pants.

He sneezed every so often, but no flower seemed to grow inside the apartment.

He could hear Teru singing while cooking the soup though, his voice resonating throughout the apartment. It was something about never getting back together, it reminded Mob of a popular song he had heard on the radio. 

As Teru's angelic voice filled the room, Mob couldn't help but be captivated, his heart fluttering with every note. As it stopped, Mob found himself snapping out of a trance, wanting to hear more of it.

Maybe I should ask Hanazawa-kun for help with my English homework.  

Mob mumbled to himself, thinking how it would be nice to spend time with Teru now that they weren't busy due to the summer break.

The smell of the soup filled the room and it smelled great, even if Mob could barely smell it with a cold. His head was starting to hurt more so maybe he should ask for medicine than help with homework first.

"Kageyama-kun! The soup is ready!" Mob could hear Teru shout from the kitchen. He sneezed yet again, which promptly made him embarrassed, but he went towards the table anyway.

"This smells delicious, thank you Hanazawa-kun." Mob gently smiled— something he had been doing a lot lately — as he sat down and blew out the hot soup before savoring it. It was a simple chicken potato soup, but it felt very cozy, reminding him of home as the warmth enveloped him like a blanket. 

Teru beamed right back, bright like the sun hidden in these rainclouds as he set his own soup right beside Mob, sitting down in his own chair. "You're welcome, do you want some medicine? I've probably got some in the drawer over there." He said as he pointed out the drawer near the bed, as he glanced back to Mob, Mob just stared at him.

Mob got closer and closer, Teru did not know what to do, so he sat there frozen. He shut his eyes, not knowing what was happening as he felt the touch of Mob's forehead against his. When he opened them again, Mob was back to slurping his soup.

"I don't think you have a fever Hanazawa-kun, but you're turning even redder." Mob spoke out loud, taking another sip of his soup, "Maybe you should drink medicine too." He didn't want to make Teru sick too, so he tried checking his temperature like his mom does, now to think of it, it wasn't going to be that accurate since he has a cold, it's better to just check it with a thermometer. But he didn't really know if Teru had one, he'll just ask later.

"U-um— ALright?" Teru squeaked out, still red, maybe he should really drink medicine as he was starting to feel lightheaded as well. He went back to staring at his chicken soup, stuffing his mouth with the potatoes and the shredded chicken. He didn't know what he was doing but he just felt like he needs to get some fresh air soon.

Mob didn't play with his food often, but he just felt like he needed to remember something.

Chicken… Carrots … Potato…. HIS PHONE!

Suddenly, Mob shot up as he realized he had almost forgotten something, "I forgot I needed to call my family, I left my phone at home, can I borrow yours?" He asked Teru, to which Teru nodded as he handed his phone.

Teru looked back at his finished soup as he walked towards the kitchen counter, washing his bowl. His face still felt warm as he got a glimpse of his reflection, he was indeed red. He walked up to a window and he tried to open it a little, but the winds outside were still strong. Closing it, he took a deep breath as he tried to collect himself. 

As he gazed at the dark weather outside, he spotted red roses by his window that he was sure weren't there before. He shook his head as he closed the curtains, he needed to check his stock of medicine in the drawer first, he could wonder about it later. 

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Reigen looked at the weather outside. He sneezed and got back to working on his photo exorcism. Why did he feel like he was being forgotten?

(flower meanings: pink roses - admiration and gratitude, red roses - love and affection <3)

[heroic-endeavors]

A Reversed Isekai - After World’s End - Part 1

Plot - World ended and everyone is reincarnated into a modern world with no quirks when suddenly quirks are reawakened. Victoria has no signs of getting one but her appearance changed. Despite that carries on her everyday life even though there have been interruptions.

I wake up after another nightmare involving fire. Even though I often forget most of the details of the dream I still always remembered the fire as well as the feeling of despair.

Reluctantly I get up from the chair in which I slept. The apartment didn’t yet have much with furnishings. In fact most of the belongings were still packed with exception of any cooking tools I happened to have gotten from a dollar store. For furnishings the apartment only really had the one chair that I have been sleeping in a coffee table. The dining table and chairs and a single bookshelf in another room. The TV currently sat on the floor with only a PlayStation connected with a collection of games scattered around the general area.

I went into the bedroom to change for the day. A simple white button shirt with black jeans. Before leaving I pick up my phone and check weather and news though I really have little interest in current events. There was a weird headline about people developing powers. But I figure it was some kind of joke article and make my way out.

Stepping out from the apartment building along with my bike I see something speeding pact at quite an unusual speed. I didn’t even clearly see what it was. Clearly wasn’t a car. But it didn’t look like a motorcycle either. I figured I was still half-asleep or something even though I never was the type to hallucinate like that.

So ignoring what I might have seen I hop onto my bike and start riding. During the ride to work my mind starts to wonder to that weird article. When suddenly I come to my senses seeing someone flying overhead which causes me to lose control of my bike and crash.

I feel a bit of irritation from the crash but I was a little grad no one payed much attention. Or at least that’s what I hoped. A moment later I hear someone running towards me. “Are you alright?” a man asked sounding worried. I look up to see a somewhat familiar face. But something was off. The person I thought of had long black wavy hair. This person’s hair was blonde. He looked confused for a moment, “Vic? Did you dye your hair? Red is a really good color on you.”

It’s him but... wait, dyed hair? I didn’t dye my hair. If I did it would have been pink or purple. Not red. Without responding I take my phone out to check. Opening the camera app I see my face looking a bit bloody. My hair at red as my blood. I let out a sigh, “I honestly didn’t dye my hair. I was wondering the same about you. Last I remember your hair is black and suddenly your blonde.” I got up after making sure nothing was broken.

Daisuke laughed nervously, was it me for was he a bit bigger? Buffer? “Well, the weirdest thing is that it just changed. I’m guessing the same with you.” I nodded, “That appears to be the case.” I turn to pick my bike up from the ground and extend the kickstand. “Yeah, it seems like people started getting powers and can’t wait to use them. I guess I didn’t get anything interesting.” I just listened to him ramble on. “Well, knowing my luck I wouldn’t get anything interesting either.”

He placed a hand on my forehead, “You okay though? You’re burning up.” I tilt my head in confusion. “Really? I feel fine.” I touched my face to check myself. It doesn’t feel any hotter than usual. “Feels normal to me. Perhaps you just have cold hands.”

Daisuke stepped back chuckling, “Well I shouldn’t waste your time. Can’t let those endeavors go to waste.” He said before running off. I’m left feeling confused. I know there was no double meaning in what he said but was a weird feeling from him saying ‘endeavor’ for some reason. But why? I am working hard to make my apartment into a nice home. Working hard... but why does it feel like the word means something else and I just didn’t know what it was.

I get onto my bike and kept riding. The office I worked at wasn’t too bad. Some coworkers looked up in alarm. Partly because my face was still bloody but also because they didn’t expect me to show up suddenly with red hair. But I don’t bother saying anything and go sit at my desk.

Before turning my computer on I glance at the little character figure on my desk. I wasn’t sure what kind of comic of cartoon he was from but all I was sure of was his name was All Might. In fact everyone was in agreement. No idea where he came from but we all knew the name at least. He seemed like the type of character from those silly superhero comics. Still, I’ve taken a liking to this character.

My neighboring coworker started laughing to herself. “You know. You kinda look like Endeavor. Just not a hot man.” I look over to her to see her holding a similar figure to what I have. Just this man had red hair and his face seemed to be covered in fire. I feel a wave of irritation, “That looks stupid. Also, that was an equally stupid pun.” She let out a sigh, “You know what I mean. If this guy was real he’d be pretty attractive man. I growled faintly, “He looks like a twat!”

I see that annoyed her, she quietly put the figure back before getting back to work. I noticed for a moment her hair color was slightly different too. It was a platinum blonde before and now it seems completely white. Almost like a snow woman.

As I typed away I keep wondering to myself why that Endeavor character seemed to pissed me off so much. Why did I feel anger knowing that someone thinks I looked like him? I mean, at least as much as a woman could look like a 6′5″ buff man I suppose. I paused to wonder how I knew how tall he’d be. Or was that just a random guess?

Then I was thinking of Daisuke. Wasn’t he 6′5″ to begin with? He looked like he was nearly a whole food taller. Over 7 foot tall. Was that even possible? And so suddenly? Damn Daisuke and that stupid smile of his!

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During lunch time I’ve ordered a bowl of ramen from a nearby shop for lunch. I took a seat not too far from the window. The break room was on one of the upper floors and pretty much took up the entire floor. Though the break area was broken up in other rooms. Each room had it’s own little kitchen.

As I ate my food I watched at the winged man flew by constantly. I vaguely wondered why he was doing it. Didn’t he have anything better to do? Or was he looking for something? But I had a feeling he kept looking at me or something? Did I really look that weird?

But looking down I see something a little weird about my chest. They were always quite large but right now they seem a bit smaller. Every shirt I owned usually looked as if they were about to burst out but not it doesn’t.

Finishing the ramen I get up to put the bowl into the sink before approaching one of the sliding doors that lead to one of the many balconies. And winged man landed not too far off as I stepped outside. He stared at me with quite an intense expression.

[iyumeu]

spirit guardian

You call forth spirits to protect you. They flit around you to a distance of 15 feet for the duration. If you are good or neutral, their spectral form appears angelic or fey (your choice). If you are evil, they appear fiendish.

summary: you've been trying to keep things under wraps but when the bullying escalated and you find your life in danger, your demon finds out and the results are... not pretty. warnings: gore, blood, violence, body horror, self-mutilation, the boys are a little dark in this one, i would say hints of yandere, im not that good of a gore writer though so like if you're super into gore please dont expect much, but please read the warnings before each segment thank you.

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You didn't want to admit it, but you were being bullied.

You had always known that the demon brothers had their own responsibilities to deal with and couldn't be with you all the time. The sentiment stretched over to your problems as well. They definitely had better things to concern themselves with and you weren't about to bother them with your insignificant issues, especially petty issues that surfaced from demons' general dislike of humans.

It wasn't anything you couldn't handle, really; acidic words spat at you in whispers, torn books here and there, a subtle exclusion from classroom activities... Small, inconsequential things that made you amused on a good day and irritated on a bad one. Harmless.

Or so you thought.

When the foot swung into your stomach, you swore you heard a sickening crack and you were flung into the wall behind you. Blood gurgled in your mouth and you spat it out on the ground in front of you.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. After spending an entire year in the Devildom and making a pact with all of the demon brothers, you had gotten complacent. Believing your bullies to be merely harmless schoolyard types, you had followed them to a shady and secluded part of the R.A.D. because they wanted to "talk".

You had paid dearly for carelessness, completely caught off guard when one of them pierced you with a sharp jab of their arm. You remember feeling nothing but winded at first, shock numbing your nerves until you saw red trailing down their hand, dripping off the sharpened claws of their nails.

It was then that a scorching pain spread out from the gored out hole in your abdomen, spreading out to the rest of your body.

In hindsight, everything happened so fast. Before you knew it, you were slumped over on the floor and bleeding out. Even through your blurry vision the demons' malicious glee was clear as day.

"Not so proud now, are you?" one of them spat out. "Always looking down on us just because you were hanging off the arms of the Lords of Hell. Guess we're the ones looking down on you now!"

You were starting to shiver from the cold as blood soaked through your clothes, watching the demons advance while wondering if you were really going to die from as something as petty as this.

And then, one of your pact marks flared to life.

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Lucifer

cw: body horror

A single black feather slowly drifted down onto the ground before you. The rest of the world turned hazy as your gaze focused onto the feather, long and elegant and delicate, watching as it fell into a pool of your blood. A pair of polished black shoes entered your line of sight before their owner crouched down in front of you, uncaring of the blood seeping into and staining his clothes.

A gloved hand reached out to cup your cheek, a gentle touch against your skin, and you sluggishly moved your gaze up to Lucifer's face.

"MC," he sighed. His eyes were dark, a complete contrast to the tender look on his face. "Whatever shall I do with you?"

His wings stretched out behind him, a dark expanse of feathers that curled around the both of you, separating you from the world... and the world from you.

"Lucifer," you began, but he was quick to press his thumb against your bottom lip, halting your words.

"This isn't a one-off, I assume?" he asked despite already knowing the answer. You avert your gaze and he sighs again. "Why didn't you tell us? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to bother you," you said.

"I see." Lucifer's hand moved to pull out a black silk handkerchief, using it to clean the blood off your face. "Then it seems that I have failed you, if you believe that relying on me was not an option at all."

"That's not true...!" You were interrupted by Lucifer gathering you in his arms, while he took care to avoid your wounds as much as possible. With a gentle hand, he guided you to rest your head against his shoulder as he slowly shifted to a standing position, ready to bring you back to the House of Lamentations. His arms were warm around you, a comforting presence that made you feel safe and secure. You felt that, if you were by his side, you would never run into harm again.

It was then that you finally remembered your bullies, the ones who had put you in this state in the first place. Had they left the area, running off at the sight of Lucifer? That was most likely the case, you thought, but you still couldn't help but peer over Lucifer's shoulder and through the gaps of his wings, to check.

Your breath caught in your throat. Lucifer immediately placed a hand over your eyes.

"Shhh," he said. "Don't dirty your eyes with such a disgusting sight."

It was now that you were finally aware of a strange and disturbing cracking sound coming from behind Lucifer. A brand new chill settled down upon you, your body seizing up with fear. Suddenly, you wanted nothing but to put space between Lucifer and yourself.

As if he were aware of your thoughts, Lucifer shifted his hand from your eye to the back of your head, cradling you close to his body as he started to walk away from the scene. His wings were properly positioned this time and you were unable to peer through them.

Lucifer Morningstar. The First-Born. One of the strongest Lords of Hell. These titles hadn't meant anything to you before, but now they were are the forefront of your mind. The glimpse you had stolen before Lucifer turned your gaze away was now burnt into your retinas.

Your bullies' bodies hovered in the air with their limbs stretched impossibly long, curled up and tangled around their twisted bodies like a grotesque ball of yarn. Their mouths were torn open, jaws dislodged and handing horrible from their skull, eyes wide as they screamed silently for someone, anyone to put them out of their misery.

You knew that they would not die, not until someone found them and decided to kill them. And, considering the area they were in, it would take an extremely long time before someone were to chance upon them.

They had planned to use the remoteness of the location against you. They never could have thought that it would be used against them in the same way. This was something Lucifer had definitely taken into consideration.

Lucifer's arms were a cage around you; what was once comforting now felt suffocating.

"Lucifer," you managed to force out. You felt him lean down and press a kiss against your hair.

"It seems that I have to teach you how to be more reliant on me," Lucifer said in a tone as if he were speaking about the weather. "It wouldn't do for something like this to happen again."

"It won't," you were quick to say. "It won't happen again, I promise."

Lucifer looked down at you. You were the only thing reflected in his eyes as he gave a small, gentle smile that gave you a sense of dread that went down to your very bones.

"Don't worry, little lamb. For you, I will be a very forgiving master."

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Mammon

cw: violence and a lil bit of gore

The sudden caw of a crow drew the attention of your bullies. You tried to take the chance to stand up and run but merely shifting in place caused the pain in your abdomen to flare up, white hot and blinding. You hiss through your teeth, swallowing your yelp of pain.

There is a second caw. You look up and see at least a dozen crows perched up on windowsills and tree branches, their heads tilted in the direction of your bullies and their dark eyes glinting with something that invoked a sense of unease within you.

"Why are y'all distracted by a bunch of birds?" the lead demon barked out. They were not doing a good job of masking their apprehension. "We're here to teach this pathetic human a lesson, not gawk at crows!"

"But aren't those..." another student began.

The flutter of wings echo all around. More crows land on nearby fixtures; ten, fifteen, twenty. You slowly look up and see more black shapes flying in the sky above, circling the area like vultures to their prey. You hear the sound of wings flapping once again, closer this time, and Mammon lands in front of you, wings spread and in his demon form.

"...aren't those Lord Mammon's crows?" the student finished weakly. The demons were looking pale now, realizing just what they had done. You paid their expression no notice, filled with relief now that your guardian demon is here. Mammon, who despite his reputation, was always your reliable protector. Mammon, who always went out of his way to ensure your safety in the Devildom. Mammon, who... who was holding one of the demons up by their skull, uncaring of their struggles and pleas as their hands scramble against Mammon's, their toes skimming the ground. The other two demons were already running off, uncaring of their companion but Mammon didn't seem to notice, his attention on the demon in front of him.

In the back of your mind, you noticed that the demon was the one who had stabbed you with their hand.

"Mammon?" your voice came out in a whisper. The demon's pleas turn into screams of agony as Mammon tightened his grip. "Mammon!"

Mammon turned to you, eyes bright and feverish.

"Don't worry, MC," Mammon chirped. "I'll be quick!"

Mammon didn't lie. Immediately after his words, there was a frenzy of feathers and caws and screams. Just as quickly as it happened, the crows dispersed and the body dropped to the ground with a sickening thump, an unrecognizable, bloodied version of itself.

Mammon was holding something in his hands and, after he made his way back to you, he placed it in your lap. The blood-soaked wallet seemed to weigh a ton, its blood further staining your uniform. Mammon was beaming, standing in front of you like a dog waiting to be praised.

"That's compensation!" he said in his usual, nonchalant tone. "You deserve it after what they put ya through!"

Another caw sounded out and you couldn't help but flinch violently. Mammon was immediately kneeling beside you, soothing you with his bloodied hands. The sickening smell of bloodrust grew stronger with his proximity and you fought the urge to lean away.

A few crows hopped towards you, dropping more bloodied items onto the ground beside you. Staring blankly at those items, you recognize them as the necklace one of the other demons had on, a ring one of the demons who had fled the scene had worn, a earring, a tooth, bits of gold-tipped fingernails...

You lurched to the side, uncaring of the pain that bloomed in your abdomen, and started heaving. Mammon gently pat your back, trying to comfort you. It only made you more nauseous, the scent of blood overwhelming your senses once again.

For the first time since you arrived in Devildom, Mammon's presence invoked a sense of fear within you.

"I should've stayed by your side," you heard Mammon mutter. "Shouldn't have allowed those bastards to get to ya."

"Mammon..." You could predict the trajectory of his thoughts and desperately wished you were wrong. "It's not your fault," you choked out. Please, please, please—

"But it was!" Mammon argued. "If I were always by your side, they wouldn't have had the chance to even touch you!"

"It was my fault," you begged. "I didn't want to bother you so I didn't say anything!"

Mammon frowned. "I didn't think you needed protecting even from yourself."

oh. oh no.

Mammon carefully scooped you up into his arms. This time you could not help your flinch, but Mammon didn't seem to notice.

"It's okay!" Mammon said cheerfully. "If you can't take care of yourself, I'll take care of ya! I'm your guardian demon, after all!"

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Leviathan

cw: drowning, but u watch it happen. doesn't happen to u

The demon suddenly froze in their step, their hands coming up to grab their throat. They curled over and started coughing, started heaving, out long and stringy bits of black and green matter.

No matter how much the demon vomited out it never seemed to end and soon it was strewn all over the ground, accompanied with the pungent scent of rotten fish and the salty tang of the sea.

You blink and Leviathan was suddenly standing beside you, sharp teeth bared in a snarl and long black tail whipping around in agitation.

"Levi...?" you spoke slowly. You had never seen him this agitated before

"They hurt you," Leviathan said. His voice was low with an eerie quality to it; it was like a reverb, an echo, and it brought to your mind stories of hallucinatory voices sailors often heard at sea, beckoning them overboard.

The demons were frozen in place as Leviathan stalked towards them, slowly circling around them like a shark around prey. Then, another demon started choking, doubling over and throwing up the same black and green mess the first one did. The smell of fish and the sea grew stronger and you suddenly realize that they were vomiting out seaweed.

"I was wondering what was so important to you that you forgot that we were going to talk home together but I see now."

The third demon fell to their knees, clawing at their throat as they started throwing up seaweed as well.

"All this time I thought that you finally realized that I was just a no-good loser otaku... but that wasn't the case, was it?"

Levithan's voice was smooth, calm, and still retaining that ethereal quality to it. It felt like it was being spoken directly into your head rather than coming from in front of you. It made goosebumps rise up on your skin.

"Levi—" you tried again but you were interrupted.

"I should have known better!" Leviathan laughed. "My Henry wouldn't do that to me! No, the fault lies with these interlopers, trying to take you away! Trying to kill you!"

The first demon's face was turning pale. They tried to gasp for air but a strange froth poured out of their mouth instead, followed by water, copious amounts of seawater splashing violently onto the floor.

"But it's okay!" Leviathan turned to you, smiling brightly. It was the same smile he gave when he got a new high score on the game and was eagerly awaiting your reaction, it was the same smile he gave when he ran up to you with a drink in hand while you were queuing for him in C.S., it was the same smile he gave when he managed to get two tickets to an event and brought you along as his plus one. "I'll protect you! And I'll get revenge for you too, just like the Lord of Shadows does for Henry! Like in Volume 17, when Henry was kidnapped by the Lord of Lechery's jealous ex-paramours, the Lord of Shadows showed up and summoned his familiar to rip them apart..."

Leviathan glanced back at the demons for a moment. All three of them were coughing out seawater now and turning shades of blue. Long, red gashes left behind by desperate nails ran down their necks as they tried, in vain, to claw for air. Seawater was also dripping from this nostrils, bubbling from the horrible breaths of air they were trying to take. There was a sneer on Leviathan's face but it was quick to disappear when he looked back at you. When he stepped closer, you noticed that the pupils of his eyes had turned to sharp slits.

"I can't summon Lotan here to punish them; Lucifer would be mad and more importantly you might get hurt! So I did the next best thing! I know that drowning is a very slow and painful way to die, especially if you fight against it, so I thought that it would be a suitable alternative for a punishment!"

He looked so pleased with himself. It was like killing people for revenge was on the same level of enjoyment for him as getting merch of a character he liked.

Without a care for the demons behind him, Leviathan quickly made his way up to you, making sure to be careful as he picked you up off the ground.

"See?" he grumbled, "this is why I say that staying in my room is so much better." He paused. "Ah, do you want to see them drown the entire way?" You quickly shook your head no. "Yeah, you're right. That'll take too much time. I'll bring you to Satan to get you wounds healed. Afterwards, don't think of even taking a step out of my room, alright! You've already seen how dangerous the outside world is!"

With that last sentence, he carried you away. You desperately hope that Leviathan was joking about it but something about the way his tail curled possessively around your ankle made you think otherwise.

In your periphery vision, you notice the demons lying on the floor, some of them twitching and some of them writhing around. You close your eyes, and look away.

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Satan

cw: just. loads of violence and gore

There was a large, gaping hole in one of the demon's abdomens, directly mirroring yours. Except it was larger, more brutal, and much more horrible than the one they inflicted on you.

Satan removed his hand from the demon's abdomen with a loud, wet shlick. The demon fell to their knees, clutching at their open abdomen. Satan smiled a bright, close-eyed smile. For once his spiked tail wasn't curled around his leg, instead gently swaying back and forth as he reached forward to yank the demon's intestines from the hole.

Perhaps it was due to the manner of the wound or the force Satan used but it didn't take long for the intestine to snap and for Satan to hurl it to the side in annoyance.

"Can't even do one thing right," he sneered. He raised his foot only to harshly stomp down on the demon's back. It landed with a sickening crack and the demon collapsed onto the floor, spine bent at an irregular angle. They were still screaming in pain. They were still alive.

Your voice was trapped in your chest, your eyes wide open and unable to be torn from the horrific scene happening in front of you.

Satan moved onto the next demon, grabbing them by the hair and pulling sharply to the side. When the third demon tried to scramble away, Satan froze them in place with a simple flick of his fingers and an uttered spell.

With his attention now turned back to the demon in his grasp, Satan used his other hand to hold the demon's head in place as he slowly pulled at their hair until it started peeling off, a thin layer of skin attached to the base of the strands and holding them together. That wasn't enough for Satan, though, and he inserted his long fingernails into the demon's eyes, scooping them out with barely contained glee.

"This is what you get for thinking that you can even look at MC," Satan told the demon. He then dropped that one onto the ground as well, kicking them in the stomach and sending them skidding across the rough earth.

It was at this moment that you realized that this was the demon who had kicked you into the wall... and the earlier demon was the one who had stabbed you with their nails. The last demon, the one Satan was dragging towards you now, was the one who had called you out in the first place. The one who had put the entire bullying thing into motion.

Satan kicked the back of their legs, making them drop onto their knees in front of you. Now that you had a much closer, unwanted look at them, you notice that their lips had been stapled shut, the dull metal gleaming slightly in the limited light.

"Sorry for taking so long, kitten," Satan apologized to you in his usual, gentlemanly tone. "I might have gone a little bit overboard." When he directed his words to the demon trembling in front of you, he was much harsher. "What are you waiting for? Not going to apologize?!"

The demon made some muffled cries, completely unintelligible from behind his cruel gag. A nasty smile spread across Satan's face. "Oh, I forgot. You can't speak, can you? Well, it seems like you'll have to apologize in another manner."

Satan reached around and ran a finger down from the center of the demon's collarbone to their sternum. From this close you could see the sweat dripping down the demon's face, hear the whimpers from their throat, feel their agony as Satan peeled off the left side of the demon's skin, revealing their rib cage and organs.

"You can still apologize with your heart," Satan told the demon. "Can't you?"

"S... Satan." Somehow, you managed to muster up the willpower to speak. "Satan, I can't do this."

Satan's green eyes were on you now. He was confused for a moment before clarity entered them. You waited for him to move the demon away, but he never did. Instead, he dug his fingers into the demon's rib cage and pulled it out, like one would with a closet door.

The demon screamed from behind his gag.

"Of course, silly me. You wouldn't be able to reach his heart due to his rib being in the way! Well it should be easier now, yes?"

You were going to be sick.

"I don't... I don't want this, Satan," you forced out through gritted teeth. Satan frowned, but it was directed to the demon.

"Hear that? MC doesn't accept your apology." He discarded the demon to the side before kneeling down in front of you, offering blood-soaked hand for you to take. "I'd love to torture them for you some more, MC," he said gently, "but I don't think now's a good time. You need to get your wounds cleaned and healed."

You closed your eyes and looked away. Even though you were trying your best to block it out, the scent of blood was still strong in the air.

You heard Satan chuckle in front of you. "I know," he said in an indulgent tone, "but I'm serious. I read that humans are a lot more fragile than demons so I need to disinfect your wounds at the very least. We can always come back later; it's not like they'll be running away any time soon."

You tried to tell Satan that there was nothing more you wanted than to never see this sight again, but you couldn't open your mouth without throwing up.

"If you don't stop throwing a tantrum, I'll get angry," despite his words, his voice was more amused than anything. You forced yourself to speak.

"It... hurts," you ground out. "I can't... move."

"Oh." His voice was deeper now. Your eyes flew open to see him trembling with rage as he glared towards one of the nearby demons. "I see. It appears that I've been too lenient with them." His gaze went back to you and softened. "Don't worry, I'll make them pay their dues. Now, this might hurt but I'll try my best to be gentle."

Without giving you a chance to react, Satan scooped you up into his arms taking care not to aggravate any of your wounds.

"We'll return to the House of Lamentations first," Satan told you. "When I'm sure you're fine, I'll bring demons to you instead. How does that sound?"

Instead of answering, you leaned your head against his chest and pretended to sleep. You hoped the demons died before Satan came back to get them... for their sake.

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sorry things are short from here on out. im tire. d

Asmodeus

cw: suicide

You hear Asmodeus gasp before he quickly placed himself between you and the demons. Relief flooded you at the sight of your friend.

"Darling! What happened to you?!" he bemoaned, reaching forward to wipe a smear of blood off of your face. You smile weakly at him.

"I just got a little hurt, that's all. Can you bring me home?" you asked. Behind him, you can see the demons backing away.

"Hurt...?" Asmodeus's eyes trailed down and landed on the horrid wound in your abdomen. You blink and suddenly found him in his demon form, wings twitching with agitation.

"Asmo...?"

Asmodeus abruptly stood up and turned to face the demons. You see them freeze in place and an eerie blankness washed over their faces.

"My darling is hurt," he whined. "Do you know who was the one who did it?"

The demons pointed at each other, neither of them willing to take the blame. You see Asmodeus cock his hip and rest his cheek against the palm of his hand.

"There's so many conflicting answers that I'm soo confused. Ah! I just had a great idea! I want you to kill that horrible, horrible person who harmed by darling. You can do that, right?"

In a blink of an eye, the demons turned on each other, ripping each other to shreds with the utmost of ferocity. Meanwhile, Asmodeus stood in front of them, calmly watching them tear each other apart whilst humming a cheerful melody. Soon, only one demon was left, bloodied and bruised, and they collapsed in front of Asmodeus.

"Wow!" Asmodeus cheered superficially. "Now, I want you to kill yourself!"

The demon faltered. Asmodeus grabbed them by the chin, long nails leaving angry red lines on their skin as he forced them to look into his eyes.

"I want you," he repeated slowly, "to kill yourself."

The demon's expression was completely blank and open as they nodded at Asmodeus before placing their hands around their neck and squeezing.

Asmodeus stepped back to stand by your side as the demon slowly suffocated themselves to death.

"Isn't it great!" Asmodeus asked you. You turned to look at him and noticed that his eyes were bright and feverish. "How obedient they are! They all do what I want them to do without question..." Asmodeus trailed off, disdain in his eyes as he watched the demon die in front of him.

"No it isn't!"

Asmodeus blinked. Confusion was clear in his eyes. "Why not?" he questioned. "I didn't have to dirty my hands, you didn't have to dirty your hands, and they all got what they deserved!"

"Death? Was death what they deserved?" You searched his eyes for any signs of remorse but you found none. Asmodeus was one of the gentlest demons you knew... you supposed that the keyword there that you had been ignoring the entire time was 'demon'.

"They hurt you, my dear. They sullied your beautiful form with their ugly selves, of course they deserved death! If I weren't worried about getting blood on my outfit, I'd have them draw it out, too!"

"This is wrong," you muttered to yourself. "This isn't right."

"Wrong? Not right? Honey, you're in the Devildom," Asmodeus cooed. He gently carded his fingers through your hair as he spoke. "Unfortunately, might is right here."

You shiver and curl into yourself. A frown graced Asmodeus' features and he was quick to try and comfort you.

"You'll get used to it soon," he said. "And even if you don't, you shouldn't worry! I won't let it happen again. How could I allow those tear stains on your pretty little face?"

His eyes were glowing eerily.

"Just... introduce all of the people you meet to me, alright? Then you'll never have to worry about anyone hurting you ever again♡"

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Beelzebub

cw: you know that thing in the mummy (1999) where the scarab beetles crawl under the person's skin and then eat them from the inside out? yeah.

You had never seen Beelzebub so furious before.

He held you in his arms as the demons before you paled at the sight of the sixth Lord of Hell.

"MC, you're hurt," he said slowly. His grip on you tightened for a brief moment before they loosened, Beelzebub clearly trying his best to control his strength so that you wouldn't get hurt.

There was a strange buzzing sound in the air. You assumed that it was coming from Beelzebub's wings.

"I'll be fine Beel," you try to comfort him. "It's just a flesh wound."

Beelzebub shook his head. "You're not fine," he insisted. "They tried to hurt you. They hurt you."

The buzzing was getting louder now. You touched Beelzebub's cheek and a warm fuzziness made itself known in your chest as Beelzebub leaned into your touch. "I'll be fine," you repeated. "I just need to get to the hospital, or a demon equivalent of it, and then rest up."

"I'll bring you to Satan," Beelzebub said. "But first, you need to see."

"See what, Beel?"

"Punishment," he said solemnly, directing your gaze towards the demons who were busy clawing at themselves. At first you couldn't tell what was going on but you soon managed to discern small little bumps moving around under the demons' skin.

The buzzing sound was louder, now.

One of the demons finally opened their mouth to scream and, to your absolutely disgust and horror, small black beetles crawled out of their mouth. As if it were a signal, insects started crawling out of the other demons' orifices as well, centipedes and ants and little white larvae, wiggling their way out before burrowing themselves into the demon's flesh once again.

The few seconds it took for the insects to eat away the demons felt like a lifetime, your eyes fixed onto the absolutely hellish sight in front of you. When the bones of the demons fell onto the ground, most of the insects scattered but some still dug into the bones, feasting on the bone marrow. You slapped your hand over your mouth, trying your hardest not to throw up while you were still being carried by Beelzebub.

"They hurt you," Beelzebub said. His voice felt so far away. "So I hurt them back."

You squeezed your eyes shut. The buzzing hum of insects did not allow itself to be tuned out.

"So... you have to tell me if people want to hurt you, okay? I'll protect you."

Beelzebub was no longer in his demon form, but the buzzing sound did not go away for a long, long time.

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Belphegor

cw: just violence i guess

The demon froze in their tracks, eyes staring straight ahead at something you could not see.

"What's wrong?" one of the other demons asked. They didn't seem to hear them as fear dawned on their face and they started backing away.

"Get away from me!" the demon screamed. They tripped over themselves and fell flat onto the floor, but they did not pause in their attempts to scramble away. "Get away from me! No! No! No!!"

"What's going on? Why're you acting like..." Another demon suddenly stared down at their feet for a moment before they started to heave. The last demon had a moment of sanity before they, too, suddenly started looking around them in fear.

"Ahhh! It's on me, it's in me, get it off, get it out!" they screamed, violently scratching at their skin. The first demon had stopped moving back and instead started waving their arms above them, fighting off an unseen assailant while the second demon was attempting to shove their entire hand down their throat. The third demon was scratching at their eyes, uncaring of how blood was now running down their body.

The first demon started clawing at themselves. The second demon slit open their stomach. The third demon clawed out their eyes.

Before you could see any more, a pair of cold hands wrapped around your shoulders, effectively drawing your attention away from the scene in front of you. A tail brushed against your face, blocking your vision entirely as Belphegor snuggled up to you from behind, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"MC... Are you okay?" he asked.

"I... I'm fine, but those demons, they—"

"—hurt you, right? That's why they're getting punished right now." You felt his self-satisfied grin against your neck and realized that whatever they were going through right now was the work of the demon behind you.

"Belphie, what did you do?!"

"It's nothing much, really." He was proud of what he did. "I just gave him some nightmares. Or hallucinations, as some people call it."

You opened your mouth, to plead, to beg, you didn't know, but Belphie interrupted you before you could speak.

"Anyway, they're not important. You need to go to Satan, right? He has some healing spells that would be of use..." Belphegor slowly untangled himself from you. "Can you walk on your own? Or do you need my help?"

You didn't want his help but, when you tried to stand up, the pain rendered you immobile. Belphegor caught sight of the wound in your abdomen and flattened his lips. For a moment, you were transported back to the entrance of the attic, Belphegor looking down at you with loathing and rage in his eyes, but the moment quickly vanished and Belphegor reached out to pick you up.

"I'm normally the one being carried but I can make an exception for you," he said in a faux, lighthearted tone.

The demons' screams became louder. More terrified.

"You'll have to make it up to me, though," Belphegor continued, already walking towards the House of Lamentations. "When you recover, I expect lots of cuddles. I won't accept any rejections~"

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hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh this thing got away from me. well as the tags say i want to do a follow up to this but idk what sort of follow up it'll be. def yandere though. speaking of yandere, watch this space for the next yandere thing that gets churned out, because i like yandere a lot, anyway it's going to be yandere brothers x mc. all of them, at the same time. will mc survive? probably! will they be happy they did? probably not. :) anyway i hope to be able to do more yandere content in the future

edit: SORRY I FORGOT THE CONTENT WARNINGS FOR THE FIRST 3

edit2: inserted one (1) instance of satan calling u kitten for a friend

[yokohamapound]

HELLO HI YEAH HI H

before i get on the req i just wanted to say i really love your writing style for atsushi bby you’re literally doing godswork thank you

as for the req can i have kunikida, atsushi and dazai (you coukd remove or add anyone) with an s/o who is so sensitive to lower temperatures woawaow feel free to ignore, have a great day/night !

Hi, hi, hello! Sure thing, lovely! I hope you like these.

Characters: Kunikida Doppo, Nakajima Atsushi, Dazai Osamu

Contents: gender neutral reader

Kunikida Doppo

Kunikida notices the first time the temperature drops and your demeanour changes. You're lethargic, shivering, huddling into your jacket, but it's not even that cold outside. Perhaps a cool spring or autumn day, but your teeth are chattering. He can't tell you off for dressing inappropriately for the weather, because he's wearing the same as you and he's perfectly comfortable.

Out comes the notebook.

It doesn't matter if it's a natural sensitivity from growing up in a hotter climate or if there's something physically affecting your ability to tolerate the cold, Kunikida's going to make sure you maintain the ideal body temperature at all times!

First stage of his research is to document what your tolerance levels are. Don't worry, he's not going to force you into ice baths, but he'll keep an eye on you as the thermometer drops and make copious notes.

When he's gauged your minimum comfortable temperature, he adds a new section to his aggressively organised bullet journal, tracking the weather forecast and the days you're most likely to be affected. Those are the days he'll nag you to bring a jacket with you. He has a spare coat, gloves, hat, and scarf in his locker at work just in case. What an efficient guy!

He also tried to sell you on the benefits of thermal underwear but that argument didn't fly.

He normally doesn't do much PDA, but if you get caught by surprise by unpredictable weather, he'll gruffly pull you into his side, letting you use him as a radiator until you can get to a cafe for a cup of tea to warm you up properly.

"This wouldn't be an issue if you had got the—"

"For the sake of my sanity and our sex life, I am not wearing long johns."

Nakajima Atsushi

Atsushi's immediate reaction? ANXIETY.

What if you catch a cold? What if the cold causes circulation problems and your hands drop off? What if, what if? Atsushi's real ability is his wild imagination for unlikely situations.

This isn't confirmed anywhere, but I feel like Atsushi naturally runs at a higher temperature than normal people, like a side effect of his ability. He still gets cold, sure, but his body temperature is noticably warmer than yours, which means he's perfect to cuddle up to when it gets chilly.

If I'm playing up his feline tendencies, I'd say he prefers the heat too. Back in his orphanage days, he'd probably do exactly what a housecat does and find the sun-warmed bits of floor to sleep on.

He just about cries at the thought of you clinging to him for warmth—it's so cute and he's so starved for affection. Atsushi will literally sit on the couch and let you curl up on his lap until his legs go dead.

Simp. <3

Anyway, he's also the first to offer you his jacket/scarf/gloves etc the second you look like you're cold. You look so cute when you wear his clothes that he's practically stripping down to the skin to give you more of them, lmao.

"Oh no, are you cold? Take my shirt!"

"Atsushi, you can't go around topless!"

Money can be kinda tight but he'll happily crank the heating up in your apartment. He's been frozen to the bone before and he wouldn't wish it on anyone else, let along his precious s/o. He'll surprise you with some kind of onesie. Yes, he gets one for himself, too. Yes, it's a tiger one.

Lying under a heap of blankets at night, wrapped in Atsushi's arms is literally the warmest you'll ever be, physically and metaphorically. His little purr/snores are cute.

Dazai Osamu

I wonder if all those bandages keep him warm?

Anyway, as feckless as Dazai likes to pretend to be, that bastard notices everything. I mean, everything. It's ridiculously hard to pull the wool over his eyes, so don't try being stoic or anything in case you're worried about being needy or annoying. The annoying one in this relationship is Dazai and he will never relinquish that title.

The sight of you in his long coat is so cute, but he also won't pass up the opportunity to have you huddle underneath his coat while he's still wearing it. He'll stick his hands in his pockets and wrap his arms around you. If the height difference is big enough, he'll prop his chin on your head.

Finds any excuse to grab your hands and rub them, cooing sadly over how chilly they are.

At this point it might be safe to say that he has a full on hand fetish?

"Cold hands, warm heart!"

"Cold hands, poor circulation."

"I'm trying to be romantic, here."

He'll invest in a kotatsu, claiming that it's for you, but you'll find him sprawled underneath it more often than not. Trying to lure him out is nigh on impossible unless you show him something he wants more. Like a bit of leg or a delicious dessert (either of those may apply to you, btw.)

[mrpenguinpants]

Xiao: Fainting HCS

FUCK. I FORGOT TO POST THIS EARLIER. AHHHH. I HAVE WORK IN LIKE 2 MINUTES SO I’LL BE BACK TO REPLY TO EVERYONE. 

Hey anon! So sorry it took me forever to finish writing this but good luck if you’re planning on pulling Xiao. I really wanted to finish writing this fic as an offering to the gacha gods that c1 xiao wants to bless me (even tho that’s not gonna happen). But good luck to everyone rolling today^^.

Disclaimer: I have not watch anything about Xiao because my hype can only take so much. This was written before 1.3. So if I get anything wrong or I’m missing something. That’s why.

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Can I just say how far Xiao has come in my writing since the first part of the semi series? Sniff, feel like we’re making character development for a character that’s not even out yet. I can’t wait for mihoyo to take my HCS and rip them apart.

Xiao Semi Series

[ Friendship ] [ Falling in Love ] [ Cuddles ] [ Protective ] [ Affection ] [ Jealously ] [ Opposites Attract ] [ String Of Fate (Soulmate) ]

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Xiao: Fainting HCS

Instant panic mode engaged. If you’ve ever doubted his adepti power of swiftness you’re about to be mistaken. He’s noticed that you seem a bit out of it but brushed it off as you being tired from your recent journey. If there was anything bothering you, you would tell him. But as he turned around to greet you back, it seems like time is slowing down for him. He sees how your eyes glazed over and become unfocused. The muscles in your body snap and you drop to the ground. He can feel his blood run cold as past memories that have been waiting to jump at him suddenly claw at him but he doesn’t even register them. He’s already running towards you.

He’s already caught you in his arms before you can even meet the wooden floor. His brain is racing as he quickly checks your pulse to make sure you didn’t suffer from a heart attack or a curse. He makes a quick search over your body to check for any injuries, he can already feel the red hot iron of anger fill his system at the thought of someone trying to take advantage of you or threaten you. He’s usually logical in these types of situations, even the death of Rex Lapis didn’t shock him this much, but he’s been battling his conflicting feelings ever since he met you. But now that he’s finally accepted you and himself, he wouldn’t know what to do if anything happened to you. His mind flashes to Guizhong before he shakes away the thought.

It doesn’t occur to him that you might be sick as he tries to shake you awake. Whatever teachings Guizhong and Morax have taught him fly out the window as he holds you so close to his chest, he’s pretty sure his grip on you is bruising. He knew mortal souls weren’t as strong as adepti and staying around one might cause sickness or even worse- death. Was this his fault? He can feel the drop in his stomach as he tries to reign in his emotions and powers, not here.

Verr almost screams when Xiao breaks the wooden ceilings and lands in front of her. She’s scared that there was a monster outbreak or something was wrong with Xiao before she notices your passed out form in his arms. As much as she likes to joke around and thinks your relationship with Xiao is cute, she knows that if anything came to seriously harm you she wouldn’t able to calm Xiao before he goes on a rampage. You mean so much to him and he hasn’t opened his heart to anyone except you.

She can tell he’s nearly past his breaking point as he looks at her with dilated eyes as he asks, no commands, her to help you. It’s such whiplash to her. Xiao’s always been polite and reserved that she almost forgets he used to be a demon slaying Yaksha, but this isn’t the time for her to worry about that. She quickly leads him to the backroom since there’s no way Xiao wouldn’t bite any hand that comes near you. Bless Verr’s heart since this isn’t the first time she’s had to handle Xiao’s outbreaks that she manages to save face and contact a doctor that was staying at the inn to look at you. She does feel a bit bad for the doctor who looks like he’s about to piss himself in fear as Xiao growls and watches the doctors every move with piercing yellow eyes.

Xiao is still wary when the doctor and Verr try to calm him down and examine you more closely, always flinching back whenever their hands get too close to you, letting out a dangerous hiss whenever there’s the slightest twitch of discomfort in your face when the doctor feels your heated forehead. As soon as the doctor concludes that you’ve been sick for the past few days and your body just needs to heal itself and recharge, the tension on Xiao’s shoulder loosens and the suffocating aura that’s been filling the room slowly filters out. Verr can’t help but sigh in relief but can’t bring herself to scold Xiao for breaking the inns roof as she watches him look over your form with worried eyes as he softly nudges your cheek. He’s still holding you but his grip has loosen slightly as he rests his forehead against yours. He breathes a sigh of relief as he rubs small circles in your hand. Xiao’s never been the most affectionate or shown to be the most caring but you’ve seriously scared him. She quietly leaves him be and closes the door as she begins to prepare to fix the damages.

Xiao never leaves your side as he waits for you to wake up. He can’t help but berate himself for not confronting you. The doctor said you would be fine but he can’t but imagine your body falling in a more violent scene. He quickly shakes those thoughts away as he paces around the room, sits besides you, then goes back to pacing. Usually he would go on a walk or beat his aggression out but he doesn’t want to leave you alone should you awake early.

Xiao doesn’t ramble about his day while you’re asleep, instead he just observes your features and the small movements you make to remind him that you’re okay. How your chest moves up and down as you breath or how your eyes sometimes scrunch in sleep. You’ve made him almost trip when you did it the first time since he thought you were waking up. He can’t help but think back to his fellow Yaksha’s and what they would say if they saw the way he was acting now.

Since his panic attack has mostly subsided he’s found himself growing more curious. He’s still worried about you but he’s managed to reason with himself that you’re okay, just sick which he’s going to scold you a bit for when you awake, so he softly brushes his fingers across your face. Before snatching his hand away in embarrassment. What the hell is he doing? Guizhong would slap him sideways if she saw him now. He huffs at himself as he deflates a little and rests his head on the bed beside your head. He’s patient. He will wait when your ready to wake up.

When you suddenly gain consciousness, it feels as if the entire world is weighing you down. You slowly blink open your eyes to see a worried Xiao hovering over you, his hands awkwardly in the air since he’s not sure if it’s okay to touch you.

“How are you feeling?” Xiao asks as his eyes dart all over the place before resting on your face. You’re still a bit out of it but you can tell he must have been really worried. You try to give him a small smile but with how scuffy you feel you can bet it’s not a pretty picture.

“Like I got slammed with one of Zhongli’s meteors,” you tried to laughed before coughing as Xiao quickly pressed a cup of water to your lips. Slowly letting you drink and calm down. 

“If you have time to make jokes then you’re alright” Xiao sighs before his features change slightly. His eyes glaze over in concern as a small frown appears. He really does look like a kicked kitten as he slumps over as the stress finally lifts as he feels your hand softly run through his hair.

“Sorry,” you say, he must have been so stressed out while you were passed out for him to look so exhausted. He simply nudges into your hand before turning his face to kiss your palm,

“There’s no need for apologies. I’m...just glad you’re okay,” Xiao mumbles before he’s back to pressing his head into your stomach. You can’t help but smile delicately as you reach over and bring Xiao up with you until he’s lying over you as you hug him gently. There’s a bit of shuffling before you’re able to spoon him as he let’s himself relax after the two day panic attack he just went through.

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When you’ve fully recovered Xiao seems to hover around you a bit more. Well not a bit, a lot more, but no one has the heart to tell him that. It’s actually kind of adorable seeing the aloof and reserved adepti seem to follow you around like a loss duckling. Making sure you’re okay and you’re not overworking yourself. He still keeps his tough demeanor but you seriously gave him a big scare.

When Zhongli and Childe come over for their weekly visits of tea, they were aware that Xiao had locked himself in a room to watch over you and anyone that even stepped near the door would be skewered with a spear - and Verr would make them pay for the damages (Zhongli) and whatever consequences Xiao saw fit (Childe) - but they are happy to see you’re okay. You all fall back into your usual rhythm of conversation or Childe trying to get a rise out of Xiao while you and Zhongli talk about how lovely the weather’s been.

Zhongli let’s you in on some details that Xiao or Verr never mentioned while Childe and Xiao are fighting about who knows what. How Xiao wouldn’t leave your side or that he resembled a kicked kitten as he nudged your hand when he thought no one was looking. He offers you some medicine herbs to help with exhaustion and to take care of yourself. Likewise, to give Xiao some pain medication on his behalf. You’re one of the few good things in Xiao’s life and he doesn’t want anything bad happening to you.

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Hmm. I didn’t mean to but I totally believe in the dad zhongli train and I think Zhongli basically just gave you his blessing? Maybe I’m thinking too hard on this haha.

Maybe this is better? Trying to figure out writing styles are hard. Either way, I’m never gonna end up kicking my paragraph HCS habit haha. If you couldn’t tell, I really like feral protective but lowkey vulnerable types (coughrazorcough). Xiao is so OOC at this point I don’t even know how to fix it. Please come home Xiao. 

(Edit: FUCK YEAH HE CAME HOME WITH DILUC. WE 90ED THIS BITCH AND IM ABOUT TO MAX HIS TALENTS. ILL SHARE IT WITH YOU ALL (since people have been asking) WHEN I GET BACK FROM WORK)

[folkloreguk]

🍒Cherry Ice Cream (2)🍒

A/N: Part two is here! There won't be another one after this. I just wanted to split it into two little scenarios with one being cute and the other not so cute lmao...I hope you enjoy - as always I appreciate feedback a lot!

taglist: @lovely-ateez

genre: smut, optional bias (m) x reader (f), lifeguard!au, pool sex, unprotected sex

words: 3.4 k

PART 1 (fluff, both parts can be read independently)

It was the middle of the summer holidays and you had never been happier. Sunny weather, swimming, lots of free time and as much ice cream as you wanted were only a few of the reasons for your luck. The main cause was the boy of your dreams. A few weeks ago, you had met. It had been the most chaotic, embarrassing day at the public swimming pool – or so you had initially thought. Turns out being a walking disaster could not only attract negative attention. When the otherworldly handsome and kind lifeguard had pulled your clumsy figure out of the water and even bought you ice cream to make you feel better, you had a feeling things were about to change. And you hadn’t been wrong. Maybe you were seeing things through rose-colored glasses and a mix of lovestruck hormones, but you suspected he might just really be this great.

Ever since your first ice cream date, the two of you had been inseparable. Looks were one thing – and you had made yourself aware that though he was a picture of perfection, he could still have turned out to not be your type at all. But the inside reflected on his outside. Every day you found out a new enrapturing detail about him. He was a never-ending book that you were utterly unwilling to put back down.

Your days were spent at the public swimming pool, watching your lifeguard boyfriend do his job and questioning if this was all some sort of hidden camera prank. During his break he came running straight to your spot under the trees and plopped down on your towel, ready to spend the most time with you until he had to go back. Although your streak of bad luck was over, he still took care of you and made sure you were okay in the heat. He reminded you to drink enough water and sent you a good morning text every day. When he had first asked you to help him put sunscreen on his shoulders, you had hesitated with cheeks hotter than the sunlight that day. Now it was a daily thing, and sometimes when his hands were on your back, rubbing in the lotion, you caught yourself wishing there weren’t a hundred families around you. But it was hard scoring alone time with him at the pool. Even later at night, right before closing time, there were always one or two diehard swimming fans there.

“I love watching my cute girlfriend swim,” he would keep telling you.

“You better make sure you’re paying attention to the rest of the visitors, too,” you would reply, but secretly love his flirty remarks. Perhaps he wasn’t even so far off. After your first encounter, it was apparent that maybe you were the one guest who didneed the closest monitoring. Even his co-workers knew of you. They had made it their life mission to remind him daily how whipped he was for you, but he never cared about their teasing.

At night, you rode your bikes home. Towards the candy cotton clouds on the horizon, through the small suburb, you rode side by side, still damp hair flowing in the wind. Outside your home he cupped your face then, the sun kissed skin of his hands still warm to the touch. Like he was the slowly setting sun himself, he kissed you goodnight. You were addicted to his lips. He made you fly, brought back all your fondest memories as if he himself was in them, and let you forget every worry you’ve ever had in the world.

One evening at the pool, you lay on your bathmat, headphones in your ears and your favorite summer playlist taking you to another world. Suddenly, two hands grabbed you by the shoulders. You jerked up in surprise.

“Oh my god, we could have hit our heads together!” you scolded your boyfriend, who was smiling at you like an innocent five-year old.

“Guess what. My boss just told me that I can close the place up tonight. You know what that means, right?” he said.

“Tell me more,” you smirked.

“Technically, we can stay here however long we want. And do whatever we want. As long as no one finds out,” he whispered the last part into your ear. Chills ran up your spine despite the heat in the air.

“Do whatever we want, huh?” you said. “I thought you were being a model employee?”

“I am,” he shrugged with his child-like smile. “And the model employee needs to go back to work now. I have a reputation to uphold. You’ll be waiting for me, right?”

“Of course,” you nodded, watching his figure as he jogged back to his seat by the pool. The next hours seemed to go by extra-slowly, to your dismay. After his announcement, you only found yourself staring in his direction more than on any other day. Truly, you could never get used to his handsomeness. You thought of his voice that made you melt like ice and his hands when he kissed you. Too often they remained in innocent, safe territory. Maybe that was about to change. It was a Friday, meaning the opening hours were longer than usual. By 10 pm however, even the last person had left. The public swimming pool was closed. Officially.

You had to admit, you could get used to having an enormous swimming pool all to yourself. Blissfully, you dived through the water, not having to worry about crashing into anybody’s legs or losing track of your surroundings. You had always felt as though swimming was a little like flying. Not that you knew what flying would be like. But if you had to make a guess, feeling weightless and small in a seemingly endless space probably came close. All your life, it had remained the same. Playing pretend in the water, acting like a mermaid scavenging for the most precious treasure of the seven seas – all your loveliest ideas lingered in your memory like it had been yesterday.

The pool had a shallow end, about the depth which allowed your head to reach above the surface, and progressively deepened towards the other end. You took a gulp of air and descended into the darkness. Taking long strokes, you dived towards the white light at the wall of the shallower pool end. With the brightness ahead of you, you failed to notice the shadow behind you.

As you were in the process of coming up from the water, a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around you. For the second time that day, you jolted in surprise and quickly gasped for air.

“You scared me out of my wits! Will you stop that!” you said, but you were already smiling. It was hard to carry grudges against the boy behind you. Not when he held your waist and rested his chin on your bare shoulder, grinning as if it was a crime to even suspect him of such things.

“Hi, there,” he said and pecked your cheek sweetly. “I missed you.”

“So did I,” you admitted. Only months ago, you had made fun of how lovestruck your friend had been. You weren’t one to speak now. His hands let go of you while you turned your body to face him. Then they were on you again, and although it was a small touch, your lack of clothes created a tension between you right away.

“Wanna race me?” he whispered into your ear, as if there was anyone around to listen in. Was he serious? Did he really think you wanted him to let go of you now? His voice on your neck rendered you wanting him so bad, you had to take a deep breath to compose yourself.

“I’ve been swimming all day,” you said. “Besides, didn’t you say we could do whatever we wanted? We can swim whenever we want, during opening hours.”

“Oh, sounds like you have better plans?” he asked. For a moment, he touched your forehead with his. If you bent forward slightly, you could have kissed him. His hungry eyes were on your lips when you had finished the thought.

“I was thinking you could kiss me, for starters?” you coaxed him. He chuckled.

“So you’ve been thinking about it too, the past few hours,” he realized. “You know, I was trying to be subtle about it.”

“Forget about being subtle,” you said. “Let’s just make out, please?”

“I’d like nothing better than that,” he smiled, and then your mouths touched. His gentle lips tasted faintly of chlorine and salt, a taste you had come to associate with him and magnificent things. You held his face in your hands tightly and pushed your body against him yearningly. Reacting, he sighed and deepened the kiss. His wandering hands found the small of your backside as you arched your back into his frame. You hummed quietly, hands burying in his wet hair and playing with it at the nape of his neck.

All your childhood you had been searching for your treasure under the water. Now you understood. He was right there in front of you. Little you would be proud you had found someone this precious and incomparable. And hot.

“Jump,” he said. You did as he suggested and wrapped your legs around his waist. The proximity of his body made your heart hammer against your ribcage with such feverishness, you worried it might jump through your chest. With the way he touched every curve of your body, you almost forgot how to kiss. Luckily, your instincts did the job for you as you sipped on his lips and sighed every so often. He caught your bottom lip between his teeth, and you felt his smirk when you moaned in surprise. Every inch of your skin burned with desire for him.

As he carried you over to the side of the pool, you pulled away shortly. You took the liberty to attack his neck with frenzied kisses. It felt just as you had imagined a thousand times. You couldn’t possibly recount all the instances when you had found yourself staring at his neck and shoulders in the past weeks. He was easily the biggest distraction you had ever known. But it wasn’t your fault his tanned skin was so inviting and his strong presence ever so alluring. Returning his teasing, you bit into his shoulder, kissing and sucking on it right after.

“Fuck, baby,” he said in a throaty tone. “You’re amazing.”

Softly, he rubbed his nose against yours before your lips locked again. The kiss was all but soft. Your tongues meddled as if you were starved people and you could barely keep your hands in one place. Not that you would want to. You wanted to glue his hands onto your body or better yet handcuff him to your wrists. What was the opposite of a restraining order called? You were about to invent a word for it. Never before had you been so intoxicated, so in ecstasy with another person.

He pulled aside the fabric of your top momentarily and cupped your breasts in his hands. You gasped and melted into his touch and the way he played with your nipples. He attacked your neck in kisses and you shut your eyes, enjoying the sensation of his lips.

“I really want you.” He had his hands on your ass and all you could think about was the growing bulge in his swimming shorts. Your hard nipples rubbed against his chest, the thin fabric of your swim top doing little to nothing to separate your bodies. How could somebody’s whole existence be so titillating? He pulled away, just far enough to speak but barely. “I’ve wanted you like this for a while. But I didn’t want to unsettle you by making you think I just want sex from you. Truth is, I don’t want you to be just some summer romance, Y/N. Every day I hope you’ll still be here when summer is over.”

“Why would you think I’m going anywhere?” you asked. “You’re the reason I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. I ask myself every day how I managed to end up with you in the first place.”

“That’s easy. First, threaten to demolish the turnstile with your stubbornness, second, offer your head to a bunch of kids with a water ball, third, square up against a bug in front of a hundred people, fourth- “

“Okay! Enough,” you said. “Don’t bring up my clumsiness. That’s just about the least sexy thing in the world.”

“Baby, I think there’s nothing not sexy about you,” he spoke. He kissed you deeply and all your embarrassing memories vanished at once. “So, you’re cool with this?”

His sudden change in tone caused your breath to hitch in your throat, as his hands lingered by your hips, just above your bikini bottom. You only nodded, the motion getting more eager as the words sunk in. He slid his fingers along the inside of your thigh, and you squirmed under his touch in desperation. Swiftly, he pushed aside the material above your center. His digits slid through your wetness, catching the nub between them, and rubbing ever so slowly. An overwhelmed gasp spilled over your lips, and you closed your eyelids.

“Fuck- ,“ you muttered under your breath. He teased your core, nearly sliding his finger into you, but then pulling away to find your nub to toy with.

“You look so beautiful,” he said. At his words, you looked at him through fluttering eyelids. He was one to talk about beauty. The luminescence from underwater sharpened his features, and his eyes had something magical, something enchanting about them. Like he could have you – or anyone – without saying a word. He reminded you of a merman, or rather a siren. Ready to drag you along with him, deep under the surface. And you were so willing to let it happen. For all you knew, you were long lost and under his spell anyway.

“Have you ever done it in public?” he asked. You were too distracted by his fingers on you at first, head hanging back in ecstasy, until you snapped out of it.

“No, but – fuck – I guess I can strike that one off my sex bucket list after tonight, can’t I?” you said.

“You have a sex bucket list? Interesting, tell me more about it,” he smirked. His eyes darkened and his tongue licked over his lips once. As if on command, his lazy ministrations on you quickened, rubbing your clit in small, circular motions until you were a moaning, stammering mess. You suspected he did so just to see your immediate reaction, and you gave him just what he wanted.

“Can we postpone the – the talking…on later?” you murmured, feeling like collapsing against his broad shoulders. “I’m kind of too busy to – to talk.”

“I can see that,” he teased you, kissing you gently. The delicacy of his lips only made your head spin more. “You’re so sweet, baby.”

“Don’t you want to get busy too?” you asked. You reached for his swimming trunks and wrapped your hand around his hard member through the material. “I don’t want to wait any longer.”

“Shit- me too.” His arousal echoed in his moans, and he sucked in a breath. There was a sense of power in knowing you could make him react so gravely by doing so little. You tugged on his trunks and pulled them down a little to reveal his full length. Palming him, you felt how painfully hard he must have been for a while now. He groaned and it was the best thing you had ever heard. Eagerly, you slid your bikini bottom off and watched for a moment as it sunk down into the depths of the pool. Your legs wrapped around his waist again as he aligned his cock with your core.

At this point you supposed you were both out of words. Hunger had taken over and you barely managed to form a sentence. He kissed you and you hummed and nodded, wanting him to know you were ready. Easily, he entered you and you whimpered at the way he stretched your velvet walls after all the wait. Your senses were overcome with everything around you. The warm water enveloping the both of you, the soft summer breeze caressing your faces, his hands on your hips as he guided your body into his thrusts and the sound of your breathless moans and sighs – it was pure bliss. Night had almost fallen, with the sky being a deep blue, almost black by now. It was a perfect setting for a perfect night with your favorite person.

You gazed into his dilated pupils and the coil in your stomach tightened in the most delicious way possible. Now you recounted a myriad of dreams you’d seen him in. Not always, but occasionally he showed up in your dirtiest of dreams, with his gorgeous, addictive smile and strong arms. But now he was right there, in front of you – inside of you – and you apprehended how weak your boldest imaginations had been. Your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders as you clenched around his cock. He moaned your name huskily and it only clouded your head further.

It was crazy how loving a person could magnify everything. Even with closed eyes, the mere idea of him fucking you, at night in a public pool, could beat every single other experience you’d ever had. You felt like you were blessed with the audience with a god. A god, who had manifested on earth only to scoop you up and show you the finest things in life. You definitely couldn’t think of a finer thing than his cock dragging through your walls, hitting your g-spot repeatedly, while he had you cased against the pool tiles. Moans and little whimpers fell from your lips, and you were glad there wasn’t a single soul close by who could have heard.

He was jaw-dropping. With the way he pounded into you hard, using the poolside wall as support on your back, you felt your head spin as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your skin seemed to prickle wherever he touched you and you pushed your chest against his. Just a little closer, you told yourself, even though you were running out of space already. It was body against body while he whispered naughty things into your ears, telling you how incredible you felt, how lucky he had gotten with you and how sexy he found you.

“You’re the fucking best I’ve ever had, baby,” he said. His teeth grazed your neck as he kissed your sensitive skin messily. You could have counted every single drop of water hanging from the strands of his hair and adorning his face. Could have taken notice of every single eyelash and even the tiniest speckles of color in his irises. But you could barely command your eyes to stay open.

“So- close,” you said. In your ecstasy, you clawed at his back as another wave of pleasure went through your entire body.

“Together, hm?” he said, lips brushing over your cheek with every thrust. You hummed and nodded, as he picked up his thrusts to a toe-curling speed. With every touch of your sweet spot, you felt reality slip away a little further, and you were doing nothing to fight it. You invited the feeling in, resting your forehead against his, breaths coming out in short puffs. And then it overcame you. Your orgasm jolted through you like electricity, and you clung to him as if you might have sunken otherwise. It made your shared moans high pitched, and he followed you, pulling you into his arms like it was alone you who was keeping him afloat.

The splashing of the water softened as he drew out your highs for as long as possible with slower thrusts. Eventually, he halted completely. He cradled your face in his hands and when you finally opened your tired eyes, he was watching you with full adoration. His charming smile caused an eruption of butterflies in your stomach. This was only the beginning of your time together, yet you could barely fathom your fortune. And as it seemed, this time fate was on your side.