#bursted with love and flew like a dove

[kinokoshoujoart]

i couldn’t find a video of this version so here’s Rock’s post engagement event if you choose the negative option for my own reference. please enjoy my framerate dropping to hell trying to record anything because of all my mods

[niabridges]

You Look So Good In My Colours

Warning: MDNI. 18+ 🔞 EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT Word count: ~3800 Pairing: Sebastian Sallow | FemReader

Additional warnings: Rough sex, slapping, possessiveness, submission

We all had a Quidditch Seb fantasy at some point. Here is just me letting out some steam in that direction. Read below or on AO3

Her eyes flew open, heart pounding. Had she imagined it? The warmth of his body pressed against hers, the phantom weight of Sebastian’s arm around her waist... Her fingertips brushed the empty space, still warm, and a shiver ran down her spine. She buried her face in his pillow, breathing deep, the faint scent of his cologne a bittersweet reminder.

She stretched, blinking through the canopy, vision blurring then snapping into focus. Ominis stood by the basin, his usual focus now bent on the careful ritual of shaving. “Morning,” she managed, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

“Morning, dove.” He didn’t turn around, his attention on the razor’s glide.

“Thanks, as always, for…” she trailed off, cheeks warming. How to explain the strange intimacy they’d fallen into? “...for everything.”

Ominis chuckled, a low rumble. “Blind, not oblivious, love.” Still focused on his task. One hand held his chin, the other meticulously dragging the razor across his pale face. “Besides, who am I to begrudge a girl in love a bit of nighttime comfort? Just don’t tell Sebastian I said so. I am keeping a stern attitude with him, otherwise, he’d have you over each night.”

She laughed, tension easing. “My lips are sealed.” Stepping closer, she couldn’t resist the study of him – the focused line of his jaw, the faint dusting of stubble. “Here, you missed a bit. May I?”

“Thanks, love.” He handed her the razor, and a jolt went through her as their fingers brushed.  Carefully, gently, she finished the task, his warmth so close. “You’re better at this than Sebastian ever was,” Ominis murmured leaning down to splash his face in cold water.

“Speaking of which, do you happen to know where he’s sauntered off to?” she asked as Ominis finished patting his face dry.

“Slept in, shamefully,” he admitted. “Not a peep from Sebastian. Odd, that.”

“Slept like a rock myself. Had the nicest dream, though I can’t remember it.” She tugged at her tie. “Ugh, Saturdays are for freedom.” With a toss, the tie landed on the bed.

Ominis straightened his robes. “Any plans for the day?”

“First, a proper wake-up with a bath... then I suppose I’ll try to hunt down Seb,” she shrugged. “What about you?”

“Prefect duties. Someone’s got to keep the chaos in check. Though I might just hide out with you two if you promise more of those… late-night ‘study sessions’.”

She laughed and playfully swatted at him, a blush warming her cheeks. “Must you tease? See you later, Ominis.” A lingering touch on his shoulder, then she was gone.

The common room hummed with the usual Saturday morning chaos as she emerged from the corridor – a heated whisper about a losing chess game, a burst of laughter from the first-years' corner. The air hung sweet with tea and candy. From the top of the stairs, where the seventh-year dorms spilled out, she scanned the scene below, hoping for a glimpse of Sebastian curled by the fireplace, lost in a book. But there was no sign of him, and a sigh escaped her lips.

She turned to enter her dormitory, relieved to find it empty. Then, Imelda’s Quidditch gear sprawled across the floor caught her eye. Of course! Sebastian must have left for Saturday morning practice. She’d find him at the pitch, but first, a bath was desperately needed.

Slipping into the bathroom, she ran a warm, bubbly bath, discarding her clothes in a haphazard pile. Rubbing her eyes, she glanced in the mirror and noticed tiny purple marks on her neck.  Her fingers traced them thoughtfully, thinking back to last night's activities before she turned to lock the door.

Finally, she slid into the water, a sigh escaping her as the warm bubbles enveloped her. As she relaxed her hand instinctively ran over the bump over her wet foamy breast, the touch instigating a nipple to firm up, as her finger slid back over it she felt tingles running through her body. Flicking her finger over her hardened peak her thoughts were on Sebastian again. His musky smell, him towering over her, his greedy hands kneading her breasts. She gasped and bit into her lower lip. 

Her other hand slid underwater to rub in between her aching folds. His voice rang like a deep melody inside her head “That’s it, my siren. Take it all.” And that chuckle of his, damn him. She began to tremble. Eyes tightly shut. The image of Sebastian was clear in her mind’s eye. With a combined effort of rubbing her nipple and her clit she felt a strong tremble rumble through her body. The slightest whimper and a moan escaped her lips as he came undone. Her heart aching to jump out of her chest. She exhaled leaning against the wall of the tub and relaxed, satisfied.

♡♡♡

“Eyes on me, for Merlin’s sake! That Bludger nearly took my head off!” Imelda barked, swooping closer to Sebastian on her broom. “What’s gotten into you, Sallow? I need you focused out here,” she demanded.

Sebastian snapped to attention. “Understood. Sorry.” He repositioned himself, wincing as the broom’s hilt pressed uncomfortably against his groin. Tight Quidditch trousers didn’t help matters either. He gripped the broom tightly, knuckles whitening. Then, a whirring sound from behind – he ducked just as a rogue Bludger whizzed past.

“You’re supposed to hit them, not dodge them!” Imelda yelled. “Bloody hell, Sallow, take five!” She snarled, flying off to regroup with the team.

Sebastian landed, sliding off his broom with an exasperated sigh. He'd been struggling on and off this morning with a particularly stubborn erection and was trying his best to hide that fact from his teammates. However, the ache seemed to worsen when his feet touched the ground. He groaned, feeling the weight and pain in his groin. Panicked, he quickly jumped back on his broom and zoomed toward Madam Kogawa's quarters. Thankfully, he knew she was away at the Ministry this weekend, leaving the quarters empty. He tossed his broom aside and, with a quick Alohomora, he entered inside.

When Imelda turned to scold him, he was gone, panting and leaning against the closed door. Bloody hell, all his blood seemed to rush to a singular spot, churning uncomfortably within him, making him squirm. It was all her fault. This morning when he'd opened his eyes, he'd immediately realized two things: he was running late for practice, and he'd woken up with a... pressing need. His body ached with desire, fueled by the warmth of her pressed against him.

To his great misfortune, this wasn't one of those fleeting morning wood situations. No, this one had persisted throughout practice – for Merlin's sake! He groaned, too afraid to even touch the bulge in his trousers. Carefully he lowered his hand. This was pathetic. Was he really going wank himself off in Kogawa’s office? Yet, he couldn’t go anywhere with his cock outlined against his trousers like that. Damn. Sebastian closed his eyes wishing the floor would open up and swallow him.

♡♡♡

She breathed the crisp spring air of fresh grass as she stepped onto the Quidditch pitch. Her eyes fixated on the group of green and white robes, and she quickened her pace hoping Sebastian would be among them. However, he was not.

“Hey Imelda, have you seen Sebastian?” she inquired, positively confused that he wasn’t at the practice.

"I was hoping you'd tell me," Imelda retorted, annoyance lacing her voice. “He was slacking all morning and when I told him to get it together, the knobhead ran away! Oh, the audacity!” she scoffed angrily.

“Ran away?” She asked, her confusion growing.

“Yes. Now, if you find him, tell him to get his arse back to the pitch right this second. I’m not finished with him!” Imelda growled, straddling her broom.

As she watched Imelda take off. She scratched her head, the absurdity of the situation dawning on her, as she started to walk back to the courtyard. Her eyes scanned for any sign of him. Maybe Sebastian wasn’t far away. As she exited the Quidditch pitch, she noticed a discarded Slytherin (his) broom near the entrance to Kogawa’s office. She smirked. There you are.

She approached the door and knocked gently, testing her luck. Silence answered from the other side. She knocked again, this time more firmly.

“Who – who is it?” She heard Sebastian’s startled voice.

“It’s me,” she chuckled.

“Oh,” the tone in his voice shifted. He stepped back to the door and unlocked it. When he saw his girlfriend standing there, he thanked the heavens, and a smirk spread across his face. “You’re just in time,” he said in a sultry voice.

He pressed his hand against his aching bulge and breathed in sharply. "Okay, this might sound weird, but I need to be honest. My… uh… lower regions are protesting. Loudly . All because of you.” She couldn’t help but laugh. "Don't laugh at me. I'm serious! I need release, or I might actually end up in the hospital wing," he groaned, pressing his hand against the trousers where his arousal was tightly confined.

She bit her lower lip, taking in the sight of him. “You could give me a taste of what’s been keeping you in such a... flustered state.” Her grin was wicked, eyes flickering between his trousers and his face.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “Oh, a taste, you say?” He licked his bottom lip and stepped closer, grasping her hips and spinning her around. Pressing her back against the door, he murmured, “I'll give you a taste of my fantasies. But first…” His voice dropped to a husky whisper, “Please, let me have a taste of you.” He dropped to his knees, hands sliding her skirt tentatively up her thighs.

She shivered against the cool wood as he began placing feather-light kisses along her inner thigh, breathing in her scent. With each kiss, he worked his way slowly upwards. “Mmm, sweetheart, I’ve been a mess all morning,” he moaned into her skin, the heat of his breath raising goosebumps. “I’ve been bad,” he murmured. “Skipped my practice,” he mumbled as he teased her with tiny kisses against her sensitive area.

“Maybe I’ll have to punish you for that,” she purred, gazing down at him through her lashes, pressing his face closer between her thighs.

Sebastian chuckled, his fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, and a shiver ran through her as he slid them down, gently, yet with undeniable determination. He inhaled sharply, the scent of her arousal intoxicating him. Cursing under his breath, his eyes rolled back in his head as pleasure overwhelmed him.

Slowly, he gripped her thighs, bringing her glistening folds closer to his face, “Mmm,” he moaned “That’s what I love about you. You’re always dripping for me.” He slid his tongue inside slowly gliding up and down, savoring the juices. “Gods, you taste so good,” he growled against her flesh.

She quivered. Well-practiced ministrations of his tongue sent her into oblivion and her fingers tightened in his soft brown locs, pulling, tugging for a sliver of self-control. As if she ever had any when it came to him. 

Sebastian moaned softly as she tugged at his hair. It spurred him to plunge his tongue deeper between her folds, adding a finger to slide over her nub in a thoughtful circular motion. His other hand fell to the front of his trousers, lazily undoing the laces. His aching erection finally sprang free. He palmed around his throbbing arousal while still keeping attention to the movements of his tongue. The growls against her skin created vibrations that deepened her moans and whimpers which in turn gave him valuable cues. With each flick of his tongue, he felt her tremble more. “Shh baby,” he ordered, “don’t come just yet.”

His thumb circled the tip of his cock, spreading the gathering precum around his length, but it somehow wasn’t enough. He moved his face away from her if only for a moment to glide his palm over her dripping pool, picking up as much lubrication as he could. He then coated himself with the juices of her arousal, gazing up at her with hooded, lust-filled eyes. That, right there , would make her come undone if she weren’t holding back, enjoying his little show. 

“Look at yourself,” she grinned through soft moans while lazily rubbing herself. The sight of him on his knees drove her mad. Her eyes fixed on his form as he stroked his cock in long, languid motions. 

Sebastian stood up, “I need to be inside you…will you let me?” he pleaded, voice dripping with desire. He wanted her permission.

“Yes,” she cooed, “ yes ,” she repeated and pressed herself back further into the door as he started to grind his hips against hers.

“Not here though…mmm, so many possibilities,” he breathed, his breath hot against her earlobe before he gently nipped it. “Perhaps I’ll have you on your hands and knees taking me like the insatiable little minx you are.” His fingers trailed teasingly down her spine making her shiver. “Or… I could lay you out on this desk and have my wicked way with you, watching your face contort in ecstasy,” he purred down her ear before his voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “The only question is which position shall I ruin you in first?”

She melted in his hands, arching her neck, and exposing it to him. The anticipation of his bruising touch made her skin thrum. “...desk... the desk,” she choked out, lust overriding any sense of control. His own words echoed back to her: “Ruin me, Sebastian.” A whimper escaped her, a mix of shame and the desperate desire he’d coaxed forth.

Sebastian pulled her flush against him his length pressing insistently against her sensitive flesh. “Precisely, darling,” he purred, “I plan to fill every inch of you, over and over, until you can think of nothing but my cock buried deep inside you.” He relished in the sensation of how those words made her shiver like a twig in his arms. He ground his hips against hers with more fervor. “You’re going to be utterly ruined for anyone else…” 

“Like anyone else ever deserved me…” she added, her insistent nods urging him on. With a swift motion, he scooped her into his strong arms, carrying her to Kogawa's desk. Parchments and clutter flew aside with a careless sweep of his hand, and he laid her down on the smooth wood.

“Oh you know me well, sweetheart, now…” his hands ran smoothly down her thighs, “let’s not prolong this any further.” His fingers glided across her slickness eliciting soft moans from her. He wanted to make sure she was thoroughly coated before rubbing some of her essence on his himself as well. “I am in pain, remember?” He groaned as he pushed himself between her thighs, his tip pressing insistently between her folds, he was about to…

“Wait,” she gasped, her hand pressing urgently against his chest.

“Sweetheart,” he growled, the guttural vibration of his voice a mix of frustration and desire. “Don’t tease me like that.”

“I want…” her eyes fluttered and she bit her lip. “...I want you to fuck me in your Quidditch jersey.”

Sebastian closed his eyes, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. “Ah, do you now?” His voice was a low rumble. “Take off your shirt.” She obeyed him. In one fluid motion, he stripped off his jersey, his toned, muscular physique rippling in the dim light. Possessively, he draped the jersey over her, the scent of his sweat and masculinity enveloping her. “Now, let me show you just how well I can handle my broom…” he smirked. No matter how ridiculous he sounded, he was lost in the moment.

Satisfied with the view below he surged forward, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, finally repositioning himself at her entrance. His tip glided over her slick wet folds. He groaned “‘Sallow’ looks so fucking good on you,” he gripped the hem of the jersey and with one swift motion thrust inside her, hitting the deepest spot.

She gasped her eyes wide open in surprise as she took hi,. “I always…wanted…ahh…this.” her words were coming out in between his measured thrusts.

His eyes gleamed with unbridled desire as he gazed down at her, his hands grasping the hem of his shirt on her possessively. “You have no idea how hot you sound,” he groaned while leaning in claiming her lips, bruising them, almost. His hips surged forward. He wanted to bury himself deeper into her welcoming heat. “Fuck, you look so good in my colours…” he growled, breath hot against her skin, his thrusts began to quicken drawing a cacophony of moans out of her. 

“The idea of somebody catching us…ah, Sebastian,” she moaned, her hips bucking to meet each of his thrusts, his scent driving her crazy. Her nails dug deep into his freckled shoulders dragging down his arms. Each time he leaned in for a bruising kiss, her tongue glided masterfully over his, teasing, and driving him more mad.

His hips snapped forward with renewed urgency, his thick length plunging deeper into her core over and over. His fingers released the jersey and glided upwards to cup her breasts underneath, kneading them until he deftly moved his fingers over her nipples, instantly hardening her peaks.

He flicked one finger over her nipple while the other hand found its way back down to her plush clit. “That’s it darling, let me see you come undone around me,” he groaned and flicked his fingers with more intention while maintaining a thrusting rhythm and he could feel her walls tremble. 

Her first orgasm washed over her whole body, erupting from her core and sending tingles down to her toes. Her walls clenched around his cock hard, and he strained leaning forward to devour her moans of pleasure. He moaned in desperation, as he felt his own impending release, he bit down into his lip making it bleed, tasting iron. He wouldn’t let himself come yet. This was just too good to end it here.

She laughed breathlessly beneath him. “Don’t stop,” she urged even though the sensitivity of the afterglow made her squirm beneath his insistent thrusts.

“Mhm, that’s it darling, squeeze me just like that,” he growled while regaining momentum and rolling his hips in a sensual grind. “I am going to wring every last drop from you. You feel so bloody incredible, dripping and clenching around me,” he cried out.

She arched forward eagerly meeting his every hard pulse. Hoisting up the jersey she pulled his face down to her breasts urging him to suck at her aching buds. Sebastian relished in the taste of flesh, his tongue capturing hungrily one of her pert nipples between his teeth and sucking on it, rekindling her arousal. His hips continued relentless pace, driving himself deeper, hitting her sweet spots over and over. “You’re mine, do you hear me? He growled, his other free hand kneading her other breast roughly. “Every inch of you belongs to me now. Say it.”

“I am yours,” she cried out through strained moans, his deep thrusts and rough handling making her head spin. “I am Sallow’s girl,” she moaned. Suddenly, she wanted to give in deeply to his possessive desires. She wanted his rough treatment to be even more intense. “Slap me!” she demanded.

“What did you say?” her demand surprised him, making him slow down momentarily.

“Slap me, Sebastian” she insisted. “I am yours. Have your way with me.”

Sebastian’s eyes flashed with unbridled lust at her wanton plea. With a feral growl, he brought his palm down in a sharp, stinging slap against her cheek. “You’re damn right, you’re mine,” he snarled possessively, his hips pounding into her with renewed fervor. He leaned in, dragging his lips over her abused flesh.

She pulled his hair tugging him closer. He buried himself to the hilt into her slick warmth. “Take every inch of me,” he nuzzled into her neck. She panted heavily chasing another wave of pleasure under his relentless rhythm. Beads of his sweat dripped down from his chestnut hair strands onto her shoulder. She hooked one of her arms around his neck letting it slowly trail lower until reaching his groin, gently squeezing, drawing out guttural sounds.

“Fuck,” he strained “Keep doing that love and you’ll have me spilling inside you…” his voice dropped to a ragged growl as he gazed down at her with pure lust burning in his eyes. “I won’t be able to hold back much longer…”

Her fingers teased and brushed his sensitive sac, making his breath hitch, his hips bucked forward involuntarily. “Bloody hell, you’re going to be the death of me,” he growled, his voice thick with raw need. “I want to hear you scream my name when I fill you.”

Her hand found its way back to her clit, rubbing it tentatively chasing her orgasm and matching his impending release. “I’ll be there with you,” she breathed.

“Yes, I need you to…” he groaned, coiled tension within him threatening to shatter. His form contorted over her, toes curling, feeling her tight walls squeeze around him once again. He gripped onto the fabric of his green jersey. His orgasm crashed over him in waves, filling her deeply with his, hot pulsing seed.

“I am right here with you,” he breathed heavily against her hair, still coming down from his intense release. She could feel him tremble above her.

“That was a lot,” she breathed, as he collapsed down. Her fingers threaded through his damp locs. Their lips met in a long, languid kiss, a sigh escaping her. His fingers traced the flush on her cheeks, then moved to roam her face, gently worshiping each feature.

He pulled out slowly, not breaking their connection entirely. He marveled at her sated form beneath him, the glow of her skin, the way she still trembled. A glistening trail ran down her thigh, and he traced it with a fingertip before sliding his hand gently upwards back into her well-used folds. “There, that’s better,” he murmured, his voice rough with tenderness. He scooped her into his arms, her warmth a delicious weight against him.

She chuckled against his chest. “What’s so funny?” He looked down at her, a gentle kiss landing on her hair.

“Imelda told me to bring your arse back to the pitch the second I found you,” she murmured, giggling.

“There were… more pressing matters to resolve first,” Sebastian smirked, his fingers tangling in her hair.

“I'll take care of Imelda,” she murmured, kissing him again, a shiver running through her. “But don’t think this is over.” With a final, lingering touch, she stepped away, leaving him wanting more.

[melkintoyou]

are you alone this weekend? pt.2

part 1

pairing: early career musician!mark x gf!reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut.. just two lost kids in love, trying to find their place in the world.

word count: 2.3k

notes: I feel like I can never post another fic without thanking @catboyieejeno & @markonthemoon for our conversations that inspire me. :)

Mindless hums and tracing of Mark’s finger along your skin, heightened your senses in a sleepy state. You began rustling in your sleep, soft groans slipped your lips and Mark pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Good morning baby.” His voice was groggy and low. 

He sucked in a breath and pulled you into an embrace, letting out a big sigh. 

“I’ve missed you next to me.” His head rested on top of your head as his musky scent, engulfed your lungs and your face melted into his neck. You reciprocated with a kiss into his soft, warm skin before letting him know the feeling was mutual. 

You both laid there. For a while. Just like that. Your habit of leaving curtains open, invited the beautiful, deep, ultramarine blue into the room. Covering the space, in a majestic hue. You could see the goosebumps on Mark’s skin beginning to rise up and you ran your nails along his neck and collarbone. 

Laying there, you both anticipated the sun-rise and what it would bring to light as it illuminates the darkness.

Mark suddenly removed his arms from around you to slowly shift his weight on top of you. He laid his head on your chest and looked up, smiling at you. 

“What?” You hid your face, now feeling self conscious of the intimate eye contact.

“Baby.. lemme look at you.” He coo’d.

“My pretty baby.” He kissed the middle of your chest, lovingly. 

“Thank you for being patient with me forreal, I know where my faults lie and I’m trying my best to be better. Your patience means everything to me.” You cupped his cheek as sincerity dripped from his words. “Of course, I love you.” 

“Me and you, against the world?” Mark pulled out his pinky and raised his eye brows with a cheesy grin. 

“Me and you, against the world baby.” You interconnected your pinkies and completed the promise you both had made to one another. 

Mark hum’d as his heart felt at ease after so long. He left another kiss on your chest. And unlike last time, he didn’t stop there. He attacked your entire chest with a million kisses hurriedly, as if he was about to wake up from a dream and his time was short. 

You both bursted into laughter soon after.

Although, it wasn’t long before your giggles came to an halt and your breath got caught in your throat when Mark swiftly snaked his mouth onto your nipple as he gently flicked his tongue. Your hands flew to his head and your fingers ran through his black, messy hair. You loved the feeling of his short, buzzed undercut. Just the feeling of that alone, made you shiver against the soft sheets. 

Sun was beginning to rise, slowly painting the sky a shade of orange. Birds were singing and everything was okay again. 

Mark snaked his hand to take your other nipple between his fingers, making you gasp with pleasure. He slowly kissed down your abdomen and sat back in his heels. He eyed your soaked sore in a daze before he licked his lips and ran his hands up your thighs. Giving them a squeeze, he pursed his lips. 

He slowly brought his middle and ring finger to your folds, sliding them up and down to gather your slick. His mouth opened and eyebrows raised.

“So wet for me baby.” He almost groaned, slurring his words. His eyes were consumed with nothing but lust. 

He dragged his fingers across your thigh to watch the sunlight shine off your wet.

“You drive me crazy.” 

He grabbed your thighs and pushed them as far back as he could, as much as your body allowed. Pushing them together, he smacked your ass and your moan wasn’t even half way out of your mouth, before he dove into your pussy. 

His mouth was messy, quick and incredibly desperate to taste you. He wanted to devour every inch of you before he could even think about the clit. He was drunk off the taste of you and there was no stopping him. 

Mark continued to push your thighs back because even though he’s too shy to admit. He enjoyed seeing you like this. Folded under him, by him, so submissive and weak to his touch. The thought of this made his dick twitch and it made him latch onto you harder. 

Your moans were gradually getting louder, filling the entire apartment. Mark’s favourite sound. He told you as he coo’d you close to your climax.

You would think he was on a mission the way he attacked your clit, refusing to let go. Your attempts of breaking free from his grip, due to overstimulation were feeble. He loved the feeling of your thighs shaking around his face every time you peaked.

 And by the third time, you were both left in an ecstatic state. You tried to squirm away from Mark, pushing his head away and climbing further up in the bed but it was no use when he stuck to you like glue. His face was soaking and red, his breath was heavy, yet he showed no signs of stopping. 

It was when you hit your fourth orgasm, Mark finally came up for air and slapped his wet fingers against your ass, once again. His face was glistening in the sun as he flashed you a cheeky smile, trying to catch his breath.

Immediately, his hands went back to your calfs as he slipped inside you, bottoming out instantly. His eyes shut and nose scrunched up at the feeling of your walls swallowing him whole. The warm, wet feeling, he missed so dearly. His thrusts were shallow and quick. As much as he wanted to take himself out all the way and enter you again. He just couldn’t get himself away from you. He was needy. His hips rolled so deep into you, you swore he could touch your cervix. 

Moaning uncontrollably, it was no hiding how pathetic you both were for each other. Mark’s face on top of your face, he let you feel all his weight as he pounded into you. You both had morphed into one being for this moment. You both were so close, yet you wanted him even closer. You wanted him inside your ribcage, away from the world. You wanted him to be your’s to take care for the rest of your life. 

The realisation of your feelings, started to make your eyes water as you edged to another orgasm. You clenched around him.

“Fuck-“ Mark’s rhythm got sloppy and his breath shaky. 

“Baby are you close? Me too.” He said into your mouth before giving you a kiss. Continuing his strokes, he let you swallow his moans and curse words.

With a grunt, he came inside you. Triggering the softest climax of the day that Mark decided to lazily, fuck you through. 

He had lost all care in the world about his own climax and the fact that he was over stimulated right now. All he cared about was making you feel good and making you cum for as long as he physically could. He pushed past his soreness to give you every last bit of him as he could before collapsing on you and releasing your legs.

“Girl’s always take the hottest shower bro, can we please not boil today?” Mark laughed, making his request. Washing down your back, he left soft kisses along your skin. 

“Shut up and ride the wave Mark.” You turned around to kiss him once again and you both got comfortable in the shower out of habit. 

The pair of you stood in this warm, cozy bathroom in contrast to the cold, outside world. Only the sound of water, love confessions and giggles could be heard and you felt your heart swell with overwhelming love for him. 

He turned you around and grabbed your shampoo, slowly massaging your scalp. Your eyes fell shut as you leaned into his touch and let out a deep sigh. His long fingers worked their magic as he washed your hair and a subtle honey smell covered the bathroom, along with steam.

You felt him poke against your ass and you giggled, pressing against his dick. Mark quickly winced and pulled back. “Baby.. I’m so sore. My dick hurts.” He laughed looking down at himself, he shook his head and you both laughed. 

Rinsing your hair off all the shampoo, he put your hair in a clip just like you had taught him before. And you were reminded, this is why. You thought to yourself. 

You and Mark had known each other for so long. It was as if you both have morphed into one soul that’s physically split into two halves. Him knowing how you like your hair up, your favourite smell or your subway order. The way his acts of service and attention to detail came so effortlessly to him, is what made you look past the inevitable doom of this relationship.

All of a sudden, your heart began pounding once again as reality seeped in and your smile dropped. 

“Mark?”

“Yeah baby?” He kissed the back of your shoulder.

“We gotta talk about this babe. We need to talk about us.” You began by getting into the way you did not enjoy  how the last argument had escalated and resulted in radio silence. 

“If we’re gonna do this, that cannot happen again. We both have to communicate better.” You added to your thoughts. 

You apologised for your part in the fight and addressed the importance of looking at each others pov, instead of being driven by emotion and losing control. 

Mark agreed and hum’d for most part before he shared his mind. “Thoughts of you consumed me the whole time we were apart.. I just.. I didn’t know what to say to you.. how to make this better.. you know?” 

His head hung low and his voice cracked. “I don’t know how to make this better.” 

You wrapped your arms around his waist and his arms draped across your shoulders. 

“I know baby..” You barely whispered into his skin and you both stood there. As the water continued running, the sun was finally, fully bright and you could hear the world slowly come back to reality. 

You both held onto each other, held onto a dream that the universe was forcing you to wake up from. You felt your eyes beginning to pool as you looked up at him. 

“Mark I-“ 

Before you could even begin your sentence, his phone interrupted this cocoon of fantasy and he jolted, dropping his arms from around you. 

“Fuck- baby.. I’m sorry. I’ve got to take this.” Mark ran out of his bathroom, leaving you there. Alone. As the water trickled down your body, you were once again filled with dread of where this is going. 

A month after since you last saw Mark. Reality had began to settle in as you walked around the city aimlessly, with your headphones and wet eyes. It was time for your “stupid little mental health walk” and you couldn’t believe this is what life was now. 

Soon finding a cozy bench, you made yourself comfortable as you stared into the pond of ducks.

Flashbacks of memories with Mark began to flood your mind as you quickly wiped your tears away. You could almost see yourself laying on the grass, under the tree with Mark. The first time you both did shrooms together and how in love you felt.

“I don’t know how to explain it” You giggled, covering your face. You felt yourself blushing. 

“Like… I love you, so much. But, no words, language, painting, song can capture how it feels in here.” You said taking Mark’s hand and placing it on your chest. He just looked at you, pupils wide. He was at a loss for words. 

“It’s like, how you say ‘you and me against the world’.. I get it.. I finally get it.” 

“FUCK everyone. Fuck this world, the suffering, the pain- the corruption. Fuck our baggage, fuck our insecurities, our fear of fucking this up.. fuck everything.” You added to your monologue.

“We have created this pocket of world. You and me. Just us. No body is allowed in and it feels good. It feels safe.” Your giggles continued, even with the tears that began streaming down your face. 

“Man fuck all of it. I want you. I want all of you, I want this. I want a house, I want a life. I want a house in the clouds.. Away from all the shit that doesn’t matter, you know?” 

“I don’t ever wanna do life without you.” Your voice cracked and all Mark could do was kiss you. 

Taking your lips in his, he felt at peace. “Yes baby.. a house in the clouds. I gotchu.” He mumbled against your lips and tucked your hair behind your ear. He was also crying but his smile was so big.

“And the only way to express this love to you, is for you to be inside me right now.” You said with  seriousness in your tone.

Mark covered your mouth and laughed. 

“Baby we’re outside! You gonna get us in trouble.” He coo’d as he brought his lips to your forehead. “You’re so cute.” 

You felt sick as you replayed the course of your relationship in your mind for the umpteenth time. You wondered, “how did we get here?”

You wondered how did you get from planning to build a house in the clouds to that morning before Mark left. How you had told him, him leaving abruptly that morning would mean it’s over. 

Only this time, there was no yelling, no heated words exchanged. Just two pairs of wet, pleading eyes, begging to be understood. 

“Please don’t make me do life without you..” You asked earnestly, as your voice cracked. Ready to fall apart any second. You took a step towards him and he looked to the floor.

Mark had never felt so defeated in his life, until this moment. “I don’t think I can give you what you deserve.” 

[liviavanrouge]

Pokemon x Twst AU: Stronger

Livia stretched holding a love ball in her right hand, a small smile on her face. "Good luck!"Neige waved smiling at her. She frowned in response then tossed the ball forward, doing a little hop backwards as Amaura popped out and landed. Togekiss appeared on the other side, hovering in place. "Battle Begin!"Rhyme calls nodding to them. "Amaura, let's get in the groove okay!"Livia smiled placing her hands on her hips. Amaura started to sway side to side, getting in the groove. Livia twirled to the right then to the left, Amaura doing a little spin to the right then a small hop to the left. "Extreme speed"Neige smiled pointing forward. "Ice beam!"Livia calls lifting her hand. Amaura leapt forward, leaping right over Togekiss and landing behind her. She whipped around and fired off an ice beam, freezing Togekiss' wing grounding it. "Fairy wind!" Togekiss flapped her wing, pink wind swirling around her breaking off the ice, allowing her to make a quick escape into the air as another ice beam flew her way.

Amaura dodged the incoming diving attacks, ducking her long neck around. "Ancient power!"Livia commands. Amaura reared up on her hind legs and stomped the ground, rocks flying up. She spun and bashed them forward with her tail, hitting the incoming Pokemon right in the face and chest. Togekiss shook herself off, lifting back into the air away from her. "Launch yourself up!"Livia commands. "Togekiss use air slash!"Neige calls looking skyward. Amaura released an ice beam at the ground, launching herself into the air. "It's like they're dancing"Vil comments narrowing his eyes. Golden looked at him curiously then at the fight. "Watch their movements, they're not only battling but showing off their attack and performance skills, this isn't a regular fight"Vil sighed Shadow glancing at him. "COME ON LIV!"Kuro cheered grinning. Golden perked up his eyes widening. Amaura fired an ice beam, at the incoming air slash, sparkles bursting into the air twinkling to the ground.

"Get away from them!" Togekiss spun sideways and dove down to the left. Amaura used ice beam to turn herself around in the air, spinning side ways and diving to the ground to the right. The two landed, staring the other down. "It's a performance fight hidden behind an actual battle"Lilia smiled impressed. Piplup beamed, Lycanroc and Vaporeon sitting with him. Larvitar smiled wide, Lycanroc holding him up to see. Noibat cheered, flapping his wings, beaming at Amaura. "Aura sphere!" "Take down!" Amaura charged forward, blasting right through the aura sphere but stumbled slightly managing to regain her footing a second before ramming right into Togekiss sending it flying nearly past Neige's head. "Extreme Speed!"Neige orders nodding when Togekiss managed to get up. Amaura perked up, Togekiss slamming its wing into her neck, sending her tumbling backwards. "Take down took a lot out of Amaura...she wasn't ready to use it..."Silver mutters looking worried. "Livia can turn this around..she always does"Sebek reassured.

Amaura staggered up but fell over, Livia standing up straight. "Sorry Amaura." The ice type looked back surprised, Livia giving her a grim smile. "I shouldn't have had you use take down when you're not ready....but can you hold out for a little longer for three take downs"Livia says giving her a determined smile. "WHAT!?"Kuro gasped standing up. "Wh-What is she doing!? Amaura will tire herself out completely!"Ruggie demands stunned. Amaura nodded and shakily stood up, standing at her full height. Malleus smiled, watching the two knowing the trust both had in each other abilities. "They'll be alright"Malleus reassured. "Alright, freeze the battle field!"Livia commands Neige perking up. "What's that gonna do for her..."Epel demands alarmed. "Smart"Vil smiled understanding what was going on. Amaura fired the attack at the ground, ice spreading till it covered the entire area. "Now Take down!"Livia commands. Amaura launched herself forward and slid across the ice lowering her head.

"Into the air!"Neige orders Togekiss darting up. Amaura lifted her rear legs and stomped them down, launching into the air and ramming into Togekiss' chest. Both hit the ground, Amaura leaping up and sliding away quickly, circling Togekiss. "Alright, double edge!" Togekiss flew up and glided around, firing rocks at Amaura. Amaura dropped down, curling up into herself, tanking the incoming rocks with ease. "Take down! Again"Livia orders Amaura hopping up. Amaura skated her way around from below and fired off an ice beam. "Double edge again"Neige calls. Togekiss dodged ice beam doing a loop in the air and dove towards Amaura. Livia smiled a glint in her eyes. "Thanks!"Livia calls. Amaura launched herself up with an ice beam to the ground, dodging the stones and placing herself above the diving pokemon. "No thank you for placing her there"Neige smiled causing her eyes to widen. Togekiss whipped around firing an onslaught of air slashes. Amaura fell head first to the ground, dust flying up. It cleared revealing the ice type on her side.

"Amaura!" Amaura opened her eyes, staggering to her feet as she made her way to Livia. "Amaura"Livia stared surprised. Amaura nudged her and beamed as a bright glow engulfed her. She grew in size, Vil's eyes widening at how large Amaura was getting. The glow cleared out Aurorus letting out a loud cry as she reared up on her back legs. She turned and landed, staring Togekiss down. She looked back at Livia and smiled, nodding down to her. Livia smiled and gave a quick nod back. "Aurorus..."Kalim mutters amazed. "She's gorgeous"Rook praised smiling. "Aurorus use take down!"Livia commands pointing forward. Aurorus stomped the ground, causing it to tremble and shake. She charged forward, heading straight for Togekiss. "Dodge!"Neige calls. Aurorus whipped around, her tail flying through the air and slamming Togekiss into the ground keeping it from escaping. "Ice beam!"Livia commands. Aurorus lifted her head letting out a loud cry, causing the watchers eyes to widen.

A rainbow colored beam fired from the pokemon, knocking Togekiss past Neige's head and into the wall behind him. "THAT'S AURORA BEAM!!"Haru cheered throwing his arms around Ruko as Pen and Pan jumped around behind them cheering. "AWESOME!"Oz grinned. Neige looked at Togekiss, his eyes wide in surprise. "Togekiss is unable to battle! Aurorus wins!"Rhyme called looking startled by the outcome of the fight. Aurorus turned and lowered her head, smiling as she nudged Livia. "OH YOU'RE STILL COLD!"Livia laughed Aurorus beaming at her. Livia laughed, rubbing the pokemon's head. "You did so well..good job"Livia smiled giving her a praising look. Aurorus perked up and beamed as Piplup leaped onto her head, Noibat fluttering over with a big smile. Lycanroc walked over, Vaporeon beside him. He nodded to her, looking proud. "Great battle." Neige held his hand out, his Sylveon beside him. Livia blinked then grabbed his hand giving it a quick shake. "Thanks, you were quite the challenge"Livia smiled.

@anxious-twisted-vampire @yukii0nna @writing-heiress @marrondrawsalot @yumeko2sevilla @abyssthing198 @zexal-club @kousaka-ayumu

[sourlemonsprout]

Hi! I really loved how you wrote Leon x B.O.W.!Reader!

Can I please request a continuation to that?

Leon is being chased by Mr. X and he escapes to a saferoom. B.O.W.!Reader is waiting outside for Leon and then Mr. X comes along. Leon comes out of the saferoom only to see B.O.W.!Reader fighting off Mr. X with hand-to-hand combat.

(Seeing two giant B.O.W.s fight is like watching WWE lol)

Ahh I'm so glad you liked it!

Leon Kennedy x B.O.W Reader (gn) pt.2

Word Count: 706

→ Part One Here ←

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The streets were cluttered with debris, bodies, and abandoned cars strewn about haphazardly, leaving behind a ghostly depiction of the chaos and panic that flooded the area. Leon kept a tight grip on his handgun. Only a few unspent bullets remained in the clip. His eyes danced around the area, staying on high alert for the slightest movement. He hadn't been walking long before his target building was in sight.

Just when he thought he'd caught a break, a tall figure in a trench coat with a steely face suddenly rounded the corner of a nearby alleyway not too far ahead of Leon.

Not this fucker...

Once again, he was faced with yet another tyrant, only this one was less friendly. Its black-gloved hands curled into a menacing fist as it advanced mechanically. In the blink of an eye, Leon raised his gun, took aim at a container near a car, and squeezed the trigger. A burst of fiery liquid roared into the air as Leon hurled himself toward the nearest building. Thankfully its door was slightly ajar, allowing Leon to slip in quickly and quietly. Once inside he stayed low to the ground so as not to be seen from the outside. Apart from the bullet shells that sparkled on the ground in the warm light cast by a little lamp, this little room was oddly comforting. Papers were scattered about and there was a little table in the corner that held a... typewriter?

A bit old-fashioned, Leon smirked to himself.

The explosion caught your attention as you finished off the last few virus-infested beings surrounding you. The once-threatening undead hoard now lay at your feet. You could feel the effects of your own infection starting to pull at your mind and body again, you shook your head, tired of being a mindless super soldier for those bastards. You wouldn't succumb to it, not now, Leon needed you.

It was pretty clear where the explosion had come from, considering the flames still dancing around the area. In the middle of it all, stood the tyrant, his piercing eyes glowing amidst the flames, scanning the area like a predator until he met your gaze. You stood completely still, locked onto one another. You couldn't recall if you'd seen this man before, regardless, his presence was bad news.

Leon inched closer to the wall to look through a hole to assess the eerily silent situation outside. Just as he reached eye level with it, his foot hit a bullet shell, which clattered across the floor. The tyrant snapped toward the faint sound. Without hesitation, you dove at him, bringing him down to the ground. For a brief moment, he gazed up at you with his emotionless icy grey eyes. Then, with a quick thrust, he threw you off. Before you could find your footing, a strong hand pushed your face down. A painful crunch vibrated through your face as your nose hit his knee, blood began to flow down your chin.

Your opponent's iron fists flew, each blow more vicious than the last as you staggered backward. You tried your hardest to stop them, stumbling back until you found yourself cornered. A soreness enveloped your entire body, muscles tense yet tired. You hadn't felt since missions before all this. Weirdly, it was nice to feel like that again.

You ducked, his next punch was met with concrete. With a grunt, you lifted the large man off his feet, tossed him over your shoulders, and chucked him against a wrecked car. As the enemy lunged forward, you positioned yourself in front of him, waiting for his next move. You snaked your arm around his, clamping down tight, delivering a couple of good blows to his side before he caught your arm and sent you stumbling backward with a headbutt. Before you could gather your bearings, a double set of fists came down hard over the back of your head, and you were face down in the cement.

Leon continued to watch with bated breath as the two behemoths before him battled it out. The brute strength and power these viruses had were undeniable, but it was truly horrible what they turned human beings into.

This needed to stop.

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I definitely struggled with this one more, so I hope it was ok!😭

[otomefiend]

Victor

Story Event: Black Wedding (part 2)

Chapter 3 Bitter

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Kate needs to tell Vic to stop joking and follow up with his 'threats'. She's clearly interested. And so am I. Waiting for his route will be excruciating.

~~Part 1~~

Victor: "Kate, will you marry me?"

Kate: "....."

Kate: ".....huh?"

Victor: "Let's get married, Kate."

Kate: "Well, that's..."

Victor: "The believers will wake up soon, won't they? They'll want to proceed with the wedding ceremony in the afternoon."

Victor: "If the bride and groom suddenly disappear..."

Kate: "It'll make them anxious...?

Victor: "Exactly."

(...what was I imagining? Ugh, if there's a hole I could climb into)

Victor: "Here's your wedding dress. Go and get changed."

Kate: "R-right!"

~~~

A few hours later, I was standing in front of the chapel door in my jet-black wedding dress.

(Beyond the door ――)

Believers: "Congratulations....!"

As I walked down the wedding aisle to the altar,

I saw the joyful faces of church members on either side.

And there, standing ahead of me, was a lone figure that smiled at me reassuringly.

Victor: "Kate. How beautiful..."

Victor: "Just as I imagined... no, much more beautiful than I imagined."

Kate: "Thank you very..."

Just as I was about to finish, I gasped at the sight of the priest at the altar.

(......why)

~~Part 2~~

Victor: "It's okay. This is the new pastor I brought with me."

Kate: "New pastor....?"

Victor: "You know, the congregation here simply believed in a man who said that love was eternal."

Victor: "Worship doesn't have to be a bad thing. It can be a source of comfort."

Kate: "... Victor."

Victor: "In the future, it might truly compel couples to search for eternal love."

Priest: "Ahem... Can we move on to the vows now?"

Victor and I looked at each other and burst out laughing.

Victor · Kate: "Yeah, sure." · "Yes, of course."

Priest: "Vows from the groom to the bride."

Victor: "Kate."

Victor: "I hereby swear to you that I'll protect you for as long as I live."

Victor: "Will you promise yourself to me for eternity? My jet-black bride."

The unusually serious look in his eyes made my heart beat faster.

(...even knowing it's a fake wedding)

Victor: "May I get a reply?"

Kate: "Ah, yes! Of course. I swear I will love you forever."

Victor: "Haha, thank you for your spirited response, Kate."

Priest: "I hereby acknowledge you two as lovers and grant you the promise of eternal love. Now, you can seal your vows with a kiss."

(A kiss!?)

~~Part 3~~

As I reflexively looked around, I noticed the gentle gazes of the entire congregation.

(I guess saying I can't do it is not an option)

(...then what should I do? I don't want to inconvenience Victor ―― )

Victor: "...Kate, turn this way."

Kate: "Huh..."

A large hand wrapped around my waist, then his face approached mine.

(Victor...?)

He tilted my head ―― .

(What...?)

Then he covered my mouth with the palm of his hand and kissed me over it.

Believers: "Wow. ...... ! Congratulations!"

Believer with glasses: "How splendid. You look so good together..."

Believer with brown hair: "Truly. I wish you both eternal love."

(... it looked like a kiss to everyone)

When I glanced at Victor, he gave me a mischievous smile.

Victor: "...a real kiss belongs to the person you're going to marry."

Victor: "All right! I have to thank you somehow for such a beautiful wedding."

Believer with glasses: "Thank us...?"

Victor: "Now, ladies and gentlemen. Pay attention to me!"

Victor: "I'll flap this jacket like this..."

As he proceeded to do so...

Everyone held their breath in anticipation.

Victor: "Then...!"

Victor: "Yes, a white dove...!"

The white dove flew out of his jacket just as he had declared.

Victor: "Yay, I'm having a great day!"

~~Part 4~~

Kate: "Heh, ha ha ha. Victor, once again it's hard to tell whether you've been successful or not with those doves."

Victor: "Ah...."

Believers: "Hahaha!"

Victor: "One more time! Let me regain my honour. What would you like?"

Once again, people surrounding Victor were brimming with laughter.

Everyone seemed really happy and having a good time.

But while I laughed along with them, I looked at Victor's profile with a slightly different feeling.

~~~

After the lively and joyful wedding ceremony, I was invited by Victor to join him in the garden at night.

Victor: "It was a fun wedding, wasn't it, Kate?"

Kate: "Heh, yes. Your magic tricks were a big hit."

Victor: "It's more likely that everyone just pitied me, but since they were laughing, I guess it's okay."

Kate: "Right."

The cold evening breeze played with Victor's long hair.

As I watched his profile trying to stay unnoticed, I recalled his words.

*flashback starts*

Victor: "Because I, you see dear Kate, I may have tasted enough pain and suffering to last a lifetime."

Victor: "That's why I'm tired of being trapped by such things."

*flashback ends*

Perhaps `something` was tormenting Victor to the extent he would say he was tired of it.

The countless nights he had to live through made him the way he was.

That's why he was always smiling and spreading joy to everyone.

(...nevertheless)

(Just because you're used to it, just because you're good at getting by...it doesn't mean you don't feel pain and sorrow)

Kate: "Victor, can I have a reward for completing my mission successfully?"

Victor: "......."

Victor: "Yes, of course. Whatever you want, I shall give it to you."

Victor: "Now, tell me. What would you like?"

~~Part 5~~

Kate: "Victor, can I have a reward for completing my mission successfully?"

Victor: "......."

Victor: "Yes, of course. Whatever you want, I shall give it to you."

Victor: "Now, tell me. What would you like?"

Kate: "The right to listen to you whenever something sad or painful happens."

Victor: "......."

Victor: "Kate..."

Kate: "Ah, I don't mean to... force it. I know there are things you wouldn't want to say."

Kate: "But on days when it's too much to handle things on your own, could you talk to me?"

Kate: "I'm not as good at listening as you are, but I can be silent as a grave."

Victor: "Heh, ahaha! A grave!"

Victor: "I don't think I could ever compare such a lovely girl to a grave."

Victor: "I'll call you by your name."

Kate: "......."

Victor: "Then, when that time comes, will you be my companion?"

Kate: "Y-yes! Of course, Victor."

Victor: "A young girl like you..."

With his arms crossed, he peered into my face.

Victor: "If you keep saying such cute things, I'll snatch you away into the darknes, you know?"

He looked so bewitchingly beautiful, I found myself enthralled and forgot to breathe.

My heart was pounding in my chest.

Victor: "Just kidding."

Victor: "It's a shame to end the night here. Shall we enjoy each other's company a little longer and then go back together?"

Chapter 3 Premium

[wildlyglittering]

Silver In Her Eyes - Part Six

The (current) penultimate chapter as I've only managed to write seven parts - for the moment!

Please show this some love. Can also be found on A03 here.

“You fool,” Nesta had hissed at her as she flew through the drawing room door. “You stupid, stupid, little fool.”

Nesta’s hands were immediately on her, gripping her shoulders and then Feyre was being shaken hard enough to make her head bob.

Almost as soon as Feyre had been grabbed, she’d been released and then Nesta was down on the floor at Feyre’s feet, her hair in disarray like she’d fought through a storm, her head in her hands as she shook with retching sobs.

Feyre stared down; eyes wide.

One of the servants had opened the outside door on hearing banging and Nesta had pushed her way through to where Feyre had been sitting.

“Nesta, are you unwell?” Feyre asked, waving away a servant, thankful that Elain was visiting Lucien, that Rhys was chaperoning them to build their mate bond. “I don’t understand what’s going on.”

“That’s the problem,” Nesta said, her voice muffled by her hands. “You don’t understand. You never understand.”

Nesta took a deep breath and then she was rising up, standing in front of Feyre until both sisters stared at each other with matching eyes. Nesta’s red rimmed.

Feyre’s hands rested on her stomach, her son inside sleeping. Nesta’s eyes flickered downwards to the movement.

“It’s not your fault,” Nesta said after a pause, her eyes re-meeting Feyre’s. “Rhys should have known better; he should never have let you.”

Irritation prickled under Feyre’s skin. Who was Nesta to criticise Rhys? Rhys who held Feyre above all others, who loved Feyre above all others. Who was Nesta to dare suggest Rhys would let Feyre do anything when Feyre was her own female, a fae of considerable power and High Lady of the Night Court.

Inside her, Nyx woke, kicking as though he was trying to expel his mother’s rage, matching her righteous fury on his father’s behalf.

“How dare you-” Feyre began, her voice trembling but Nesta was having none of it.

“No,” Nesta hissed. “Don’t defend him now. Believe it or not, he’s not the only one who loves you.”

Feyre’s mouth clamped shut. There had been a hum as Nesta spoke, almost a scream under the surface of water, as though something was rising to take air but Nesta pushed its head back down.

The hair rose on Feyre’s arms and a memory burst into her mind of a lightning storm in the forests when she was a child, and how they did the same then.

“He never should have let you change into Illyrian form,” Nesta continued, “not when you were trying to conceive.” Nesta stepped away to pace the drawing room, her skirts rustling with every step.

Heat bloomed under Feyre’s skin. Rage? Embarrassment? She’d never been embarrassed about what her and Rhys did so why was she now? Only Nesta with her sharp tongue and acid tone made Feyre feel like this.

“What we did is none of your business,” Feyre snapped.

“Really? Well now it’s everyone’s business.”

“I don’t -”

“Understand?” Nesta turned back to Feyre, her eyes softer, less a storm and more dove grey. The sky after the lightning. Her voice was gentle when she spoke. “The baby has wings because he was conceived when you were in Illyrian form. Do you know that?”

“Yes.”

Nesta nodded and stepped closer. She was scented with gunpowder and metal, the singe of petrichor and wet ground, a battle fought and to be fought.

“Have you seen how odd everyone has been behaving? Has Rhys not been distracted around you? Amren has gone? Cassian, Mor, and Azriel are never here?”

Feyre blinked and Nesta shook her head, her mouth dropping open. “None of it? Some of it? By the Mother, Feyre – what have you noticed?”

Feyre had been in her bubble of bliss. The outside world a blur while she spent her time indoors, cradling her growing belly and singing songs to Nyx, imagining what he was dreaming, envisioning the tiny curl of his toes, the black of his hair.

Had Rhys been more distracted? Yes, but he was ruling a country and on the precipice of becoming a father. As for the others, she assumed they were busy.

“Rhys is important, he’s had a lot to think about, he’s-”

Nesta’s hands twisted into claws, her fingers white at the knuckles from her grip. She turned away and shrieked into the air, her shoulders shaking. Feyre stared at her sister’s back and clasped her belly again.

Even Nyx had decided it was best to remain still.

A moment passed before Nesta faced her again, Feyre seeing a flash of silver disappear from her sister’s eyes.

“You are also important,” Nesta said, her chest heaving. “Sit down.” She gestured to the chair behind Feyre. “I need you to believe me.” Nesta’s voice cracked as she spoke, “Have I ever lied to you? Even once?”

No. That was the problem. Nesta never lied to her, would never lie to her even when Feyre wished her eldest sister would play pretend and drip honey and lies rather than feed people on vinegar and truth.

Feyre sat and listened.

***

Dusk came and went as had Nesta.

Feyre still hadn’t cried. Probably because some part of her burnt a flame of hope that Rhys would save her, that he would swoop in like a hero of Nesta’s human fairytales and rescue the damsel in distress.

That thought kicked fury up within her. At herself. At Rhys.

She curled up in the window seat of the nursery, the stars beginning to make their appearance, twinkling and shining through the endless black sky.

When had Feyre convinced herself she was the damsel and not the heroine? She’d saved everyone once and now she was expected to sit like a fattening sow and wait to die.

Nesta had spoken plainly but unnervingly softly.

Nyx’s forming Illyrian wings meant Feyre would struggle to birth him and in the birthing she would die. Likely Nyx too. Rhys would follow as a result of the pact they made.

Nesta offered a glimmer of hope, a whisp for Feyre to cling too. If you change into Illyrian form ahead of childbirth you might be saved but it comes with a risk.

Feyre bent her head, pushing her fingers onto her forehead as the deep throbbing which began at Nesta’s words refused to abate. Feyre hadn’t said a word throughout, staring at her knuckles as they clenched against the arm rests, seeing hers and Rhys’ actions reflected in Nesta’s words - not as grand romantic gestures but ridiculous ones.

Rhys hadn’t named any successor other than Nyx nor a regent in his stead if Nyx survived. That meant Rhys had left the Night Court with either no heir or with one so young and no one to govern until he was of age.

“There will be a surge for power,” Feyre had said, horrified.

Nesta looked at her hands. “There already is.”

The picture formed in Feyre’s mind as though she were seeing threads on a tapestry. Death. Hers, Rhys’ and Nyx’s. Followed by more. Possibly her sisters, her friends, her people. If her and Rhys died and Nyx survived, what world was he being born into? Who would be his guide? Keir?

A chill flowed through Feyre at the thought.

“What do I do?” Feyre had asked but she knew. She’d looked at Nesta with desperation screaming from her eyes. Say it, she wanted to yell. Be the villain and make me do this. Absolve me.

Nesta’s face was soft. All sharp edges and angles melting away like snow. Her voice when she spoke was a slither above a whisper. “I can’t tell you what to do. Whatever happens next is your choice but it doesn’t mean it’s easy.”

Feyre sent the servants away for the night so she could stare out of the windows and wander the halls. Was this how Elain felt? Displaced from body and time? Tracing the same path over again until her clarity returned to her? All she had now was questions.

Unlike Elain, Feyre’s mind had never left her and a painful truth sharpened behind her thoughts. How dare Rhys hold the knowledge of her life in his hand and not share it with her. How dare he tell her she would always choose in his Court and when her choice mattered, take it away.

The sting which rooted deeper was that everybody knew; Cassian, Azriel, Mor, Amren. They all upheld a bargain with Rhys despite her being their High Lady. She imagined them gathering, whispering, conspiring all in the name of her supposed best interests.

Yet there was no success to their measures and so all this time her friends were just waiting for her die.

Her palms folded over her belly, trying to wrap her hands around her son within.

“I named you,” she said to him. “I love you. You are my baby; my boy and I am your mother.”

She tried to sleep for his sake, cradling her stomach, continuing to believe that he was looking forward to meeting her just as she was him.

Feyre knew what was needed. What should have been done at the start when this deep, eternal love was only just taking root. She sobbed then, wishing she could take one of the blades mounted on Rhys’ study wall and cut her own heart out then do this.

***

Nesta dreamt of her sister drowning in blood, crimson flashes against her calves as life poured from between her legs to pool on a cold, hard marble floor. Her screams and cries echoed over the walls and out from windows.

What fell from Feyre’s body was small and precious, formed enough to be recognisable as a baby; dark hair flattened upon his head with eyes too big for his face, forever closed. His limbs were devoid of rolls of baby fat, too young and underdeveloped to live in the external world.

His wings, the source of all the pain, were flimsy, delicate things wrapped around his fragile body. Transparent and floppy but with sharp talons forming at the ends. When fully formed they would have clawed from within, destroying the insides of his mother to be born.

In Nesta’s dream, Feyre cradled him to her chest, sobs heaving her frame but when she looked up, Nesta wasn’t looking at her sister’s face but her own.

Nesta woke with a gasp. Her bed was soaking and in panic she reached between her own legs, her brain believing it was her own self losing the fluid which protected her baby.

Sweat. Nothing more. Drenching herself and her tangled sheets in the throes of a nightmare.

Nesta breathed in with a steady pace to regulate her heart. There was no pregnancy, she had simply been caught in the space between nightmare and awaking. There would never be a pregnancy, at least not with Cassian. No beautiful dark haired, winged babies in her arms.

Not you. Not your future.

The words whispered in and out of her ears, half Nesta’s own voice and half someone else’s.

Damn the Inner Circle and their wretched dependency on Rhys and each other. They’d kept quiet and complicit, remaining silent about the risk to Feyre and any possible risk to Nesta.

That afternoon, Cassian had told Nesta the truth then left her alone. Nesta had stormed from the House of Wind, scrubbing the tears from her face and when she’d returned Cassian had already gone from the House. His presence an echo in the silent building.

A note sat on her bureau, her name in his spiky handwriting upon the envelope. She threw it onto the fire without reading and turned to his room. Flames burnt their way through her bones before forcing itself from her fingers and then everything she touched became singed or ash.

He’d re-shaped the world Nesta had spent time shaping for herself and then abandoned her. Cassian who had known so much and told her nothing. He stood back as Rhys stole the blades, he would have led them all into another war, he would have watched Feyre die. All over Rhys. All because of Rhys.

He would never stand beside Nesta. Not if he fled to Illyria the moment he’d betrayed Rhys.

Nesta peeled the sheets from her legs and stared at the stars shining in the black sky wondering if across the city her sister stared at the same ones.

Perhaps the Cauldron or whatever chooses the mate bonds wants us Archeron’s dead, she thought. Or just me. After all, Feyre and Rhys' offence was stupidity, and Elain’s mate was the safe and compatible Lucien. Only Nesta had the mate with permanent wings.

“I am no one’s,” she said out loud. The Cauldron wanted her dead and Cassian couldn’t care less. He’d chosen Rhys. That was her final thought as she gathered up her nightgown from the ground. He will always choose Rhys.

***

[dotster001]

A Feast For a Prefect and a Belle

Summary: Lilia x gn!reader implied Clavis x au gn!reader. Your boyfriend has returned to the culinary crucible...and now he has a new teacher. This may be it for you.

A/N: happy Thanksgiving to my American followers...enjoy this food your boyfriends have cooked for you 😊

Clavis Lelouch, third prince of Rhodolite, had gone to bed with his lover one evening, and woken up in a completely different building. After taking stock of his surroundings, and ascertaining that he was not in danger, he decided to do what he did best.

Find trouble.

Luckily, it wasn't hard to find.

He had wandered into what looked like a dining hall, and watched as a wall of flame burst out of the door in the adjoining kitchen. After the fire had burst out, three ghosts in chef hats flew out of the kitchen in a hurry, all looking horrified.

They spotted Clavis, and one of them grabbed his shoulder.

"You. You can cook right?" He said hurriedly.

"Of course! Every gentleman should know how to cook," Clavis said with a grin.

The ghost shoved him in the direction of the kitchen.

"Good. Please teach him," then all three ghosts fled.

Clavis entered the kitchen, and saw who he was.

"Ah! You must be my new teacher! Lilia Vanrouge," Lilia extended a hand to Clavis.

"Clavis Lelouch," Clavis said, returning the handshake. 

Both men eyed each other for a moment, recognizing the light in each other's eyes. Clavis' Grin grew.

"Let's get cooking."

                                    ….

You had been randomly chosen as a judge for the culinary crucible. You loved your boyfriend, but you had fought to get out of "your duties" as a judge, not wanting to be the one to taste his cooking. The ghosts had sworn that they wouldn't pair you up with him, so you had relaxed and agreed to help.

As you waited for the person who you were supposed to judge,  the ghost who had gone into the kitchen to check the progress reemerged looking even whiter than usual. As a feat like that was near impossible, you knew you'd been tricked.

Before you could run, the other two ghosts held you firmly to the chair, whispering apologies as you struggled to flee your fate.

The other ghost came over and said, "I'm sorry, Y/N, but as his partner, you're the only one we know who has built up an immunity to it."

You were about to say something particularly nasty, when Lilia happily skipped out of the kitchen holding … oh my God…what was that?!?!

"Y/N! My Turtle Dove! My little Bat!" He set the…thing…down in front of you, and floated over the table to kiss your cheek. "I'm so happy you are my judge! But don't go easy on me, just because you are head over heels for me."

"Okay," you said in a whimper. You stared at the rainbow steak(?) With googly eyes and horns for a solid five minutes. Lilia patiently waited, looking very excited.

In your intense staring, you failed to notice a second person emerging from the warzone.

"What do they think about…Y/N? You're here too?" You looked up at an unfamiliar man with silvery purple hair and yellow eyes, and a wicked smile you recognized from your own boyfriend.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" You asked, trying to distract Lilia from the fact you hadn't eaten your food yet. Of course it didn't work.

"This is Clavis, my new culinary instructor. Now try your stew! I think you'll enjoy it!" Lilia said, clapping his hands.

"You don't know me?" Clavis' smile faltered, nearly imperceptible. You opened your mouth to speak, but were interrupted as Lilia took a spoon and put the stew(!?!) Into your mouth.

The texture…oh God the texture….there was no world where this used to be stew. But the flavors….

"Actually," you said, biting back the nausea from the textures your mouth was dealing with. "It has no flavor!" 

The ghosts who had been holding you in the chair breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, so ten out of ten for flavor, ten out of ten for the monster visuals, and you pass. Yay!" You spit all that out as fast as possible, and made to run out of the room, but Clavis interrupted you with a mock scowl.

"How many times have I told you, my dear Belle. That's a rabbit, not a monster," he said, smoothly taking your hand and pressing it to his chest. 

Suddenly, Lilia was wrapping his arms tightly around you from behind, and if how his head was sitting on top of yours was any indication, he was in his adult form.

Before you could question it, he asked, "Actually, I noticed your aura is different, Clavis. Are you from Y/N's world?" 

"No"-"Yes" you said over the top of one another.

Both of you looked at each other in confusion. Then, Lilia laughed.

"Ah! You must be from an alternate dimension. You see," he nuzzled into your neck. "This is MY Y/N. You must have a different Y/N in your universe."

Clavis' eyes widened in shock. "Ah…that makes sense." 

Then you were yanked from Lilia's grasp as Clavis pulled you close.

"Then you'll let me borrow yours until I can go home, right Lilia?" He purred in your ear, making your pulse rush. "You'd do that for your favorite teacher?" 

"Fu Fu…no," Lilia laughed, pulling you back into his arms.

"Alas, I shall have to win them over with my culinary expertise," Clavis said with a mock sigh.

"Not if I do first!" Lilia cackled. 

Hearing that, your blood rushed in your ears, and your vision went blurry, and you blacked out.

[unknownfrom34]

So Small, So Insufficient, and So Soon

For @muzzleroars as an entry of the Rise and Fall AU (Hope you're okay with this prequel to it) and for others to read. I had wrote up what I could think about writing onto here. Michael's lion roar after he was created after a long-butt time since the realm of an alternate version of Ultrakillverse was created. Happy Reading! 👋

The Father is really busier than usual, since... Well, no guessing how much time has past since the very creation of this dimension they must now inherited through the unending yet calming primordial chaos. He mindlessly turned his head towards a small star just in time for it to go supernova. The explosion sounded like a popping of a fire cracker and the ground under him shook with the vibrations as soon as it reached the Ninth Layer.

His divine fire of enteral love and adoration flowed with the winds as it too reached his as he held his arms up to shield himself from the blast until it died down. There were still unstable suns since the Nine Spheres were created and it was getting frantic by the minute; there was nothing for Lucifer to do. It was the Lord's idea that its best to wait them out until there were no more unstable stars to implode on themselves.

They were unfinished after all.

Lucifer stood upright to dust himself off, his ever-burning wings tucked behind him before he widened to see six red wings flying towards him, a Seraphim, before its humanoid form stopped in front of him with a powerful flap and then landed onto the stone wall that reached his knees and porched downward with the lower wings covering their feet.

"What has He up to now, child?" He spoke in an language that an Angel could understand, they all spoke in the same tongues since the Beginning before going over to this new form of communication He calls "English.". The Father's native tonuge.

The Seraphim softly hummed in tongues as they lurched their head down and up before going side to side. He tilted his head to the right gently with great interest. "He wishes to see me?" he questioned. "For what for, child?"

More humming and movements.

"New angels to be made?"

Seraphim then gave a confirming hum. Lucifer nodded, understood.

"Alright then, I will go over there right away." Lucifer walked towards the wall before climbing onto it with feet and hands gripping tightly as he parched on it like a gargoyle as his 'masked' visage with ever glowing white eye staring down the blacken void below him. He soon slowly goes forward and fell downwards head first. The wisps of fire following him down.

Yet, he could've fall if it weren't his wings unfurling right away and fanned out openly as a flare of undying flames burst forth as he used the wing to glide him and rose upwards as a phoenix in the darkness of everything around them all. He flew across all of the Ninth Sphere of Heaven and watched the progress around him were being built by other angels- the forth kind he is as of now- as they chiseled, shaped and planted the world of their own as they only had lanterns of the heavenly Light to shine their work as they pushed and pulled hard in the name of their Father through labor and endurance. Endurance.

Such a word to call when you have everything to bare with determination upon being born.

Lucifer looked at them as his fire's light had reached them and they had noticed with their faces covered with helmets instead of an appearance he 'wore' upon himself. He knows deep down that the mask was in fact his face. Not many of them had noticed that yet they waved to him to get his attention but he paid a little attention to them as he kept going to his destination.

The chamber where he was born, where God had created him as a whole, he noticed the sight he recognized and soon dove downward and soon lunched his legs out and then landed with such grace before walking towards the entrance that seemed to stretched on into darkness as a trail of divine fire were left behind in his wake as he walked through the echoing vaulted halls decorated with angels and cherubim as his light glowed the path laid out to follow. His chest forever shines with white heaved steadily as he reached the end of the hall, from start to finish as he entered the chamber as the trail he left behind him had died down before turning his head upwards at the ever expanding darkness.

Expecting something or someone.

His voice was heard after a moment. It was in tongue but the most beautiful angel very clever and ever vigilant, knows right away what he is seeing. "Do you wish to see me, Father?"

The voice, very divine and very low, hums again as he looked around at first with caution but soon in confusion, the white eye widened a tad little.

"So, you are looking to replace me as the Prince of Heaven?" Lucifer asked with further question. "With who in mind, Father?"

The voice continues onward.

"One of my own brothers? Brothers that you will make as we speak?" He looked around a bit more. "And you wished to have me to help you, to guide them?"

The voice confirms it with a hum.

"Please, don't mind me asking more but how can I help making them?"

As if to answer, he felt a literal shock coursed through him within seconds as a yell left him. It lasted for a moment before he lets out another shout with his chest extended forward and soon afterwards a small ball of pastel-colored fire was extracted from his chest as it heaved outwards as if it was pulled by an invisible string until a piece of his Light was taken.

It floated upwards as the brightest angel panted a little with a hand on his chest, given a chance to recover from such a rush. Eyes closed with his head lowered as he breathed slow yet stable.

He opened them up just in time to see a pair of glowing white hands appearing from the extending shadows encasing the chamber around them both. Four visible strings were coming from the burning fire and tied onto fingers. Four of each two fingers were tied to the very burning-resistant strings hooking at the ball. In silent amazement, he watched as the hands began to pull but with trouble as the threads were being tug at, desperate to hold onto the fire yet the fire itself was being pulled apart as colors being form from the pastel.

Four smaller lumps had begun to emerge from the ball, exactly where the ends of the strings are until with a mighty pull. The piece of Lucifer's light have ceased to exist, no evidence of it was left behind and absolutely no way to be put back together; it was pulled and ripped apart into four smaller lights.

One blue, one green, one orange and the last purple.

The light then shines onto the small balls of light as small sparkles flowed downward onto them like moths to the flame as they rushed and began to encasing them. Shaping and forming to where the chests of children were before soon a blinding light shone forth. Prompting Lucifer to shield himself from it.

The rays of light were shooting everywhere along with shimmering stardust fluttered all around the chamber. It seems that it's not letting up until they suddenly stopped. It was over and Lucifer can finally see what the Father has created now and stunned to see rather quite a sight before him; Four small angels.

A boy. A hatchling. A cattle. And a cub.

With small or long wagging tails of a sheep or a goat they were born with. They giggled and writhe amongst each other. One lion cub was pinning an baby eagle by its head as it squawked to get off of-

"Get off Michael!" The chick squirmed. "Short Tail Gabriel! Shorty!" The cub spat back.

The ox cattle and the boy remained somewhat civil towards one another. The cattle shyly poked at the giggling boy's nose as the eyes on their pure white wings. Calling each other Uriel and Raphael as Lucifer studied them carefully from afar as they all simply sat on the floor, center of the chamber itself. The place of their birth.

Lucifer looked up once more to the Father's voice in tongues.

"Take care of them... nature them... teach them all... their roles will come to them four."

The most beautiful angel looked into the darkness of the chamber for a few moments turning his attention back to the children and then began to walk towards the four. The colored flames of each son can tell who is which due to the names of their creator, the Lord, has given them four.

Blue fire eagle hatchling is Gabriel. Purple burning lion cub is Michael. Orange flaming ox cattle is Uriel. And lastly, the Green blazing boy is Raphael since they are calling each other by their names.

Michael noticed the footsteps and turned to see a big creature before them four that had gained Gabriel the upper hand and lifted himself upwards with such force that his back hit the floor and was turning around to do the same to his brother when he stopped and saw Lucifer with widened eyes before a frighten yet curious chirp came from the hatchling.

That caught the other siblings' attention as they looked up the angel who is kneeling down to their level, hands rested on the ground, wings tucked behind him as a fire burning glowing on and around him. With such gentleness in his voice. He greeted them all "Hello." with a soft tone.

Gabriel seems to coward over to this two brothers with fear yet Michael seemed to ready to stand up on all fours and looking at the angel in the eye. The purple fire he has had a red hue in it before he lets out a weak squeak roar at him with all of his will on display. He turned to his three brothers as if they will cheer him on and not brothering to see their reaction; he turned back to Lucifer and then reared his head towards them and soon ran towards his stomach and headbutts it. An vain attempt to scare him off by verbally and physically attacking him.

Lucifer chuckled lightly at this.

This angered the spit-fire cub more as the red hue is dying the purple flames as Michael lets out another squeak roar and then attempts to headbutt his stomach again but slipped. Quick on his feet; Lucifer grabbed him and cradled him like an newborn. Flabbergasted, Michael looked at his older brother with such shock and surprise.

"It's really nice to meet you too, Michael." He chuckled after the experience. Seeing him no longer a threat, Gabriel, Uriel and Raphael carefully head over to Lucifer to be with their two brothers. Small colored halos formed over the small Archangels' heads at they looked up to him as a larger halo of Lucifer's appeared with crosses and a face.

Lucifer looked at Michael as he knew at the moment what the Father had meant: Michael will be his replacement as the Prince of Heaven.

[dansnaturepictures]

16th December 2023: Fishlake Meadows

Flora, fauna and fungi pictures taken in this set are of: 1. A rodent I observed along the canal before reaching the reserve, I believe a young rat I did see other rats too. 2. Viburnum along the canal path which I enjoyed seeing. 3. A sea of gorgeous turkey tail which I was taken aback with on a tree stump. 4. A cheery Robin. 5. A ravishing Red Kite which was a treat to see, I was captivated by watching it. I excitingly saw one from the train on the way and also I believe two on a tree from the train on the way back, exciting to see them doing well here. 6. Grey Squirrel. 7. One of a few Mute Swans I enjoyed watching whilst having a blissful lunch at the viewing screen. 8. A majestic Marsh Harrier, another raptor I love which it was delightful to watching soaring over the reedbed and water a couple of times. 9. Dandelion. 10. Cormorant.

In swashbuckling moments before reaching the reserve along the canal I saw a beautiful Kingfisher perched and catch a fish, a riveting encounter with another favourite of mine. Completing a super six of my visit alongside the Kingfisher and two birds of prey were two pleasing passerines, crimson Stonechat which I'd not seen here before and powerful moments listening to the siren like call of a Nuthatch and watching this eyecatching birds as well as stunning views of a Great White Egret at the screen perhaps the closest I've ever been to this angelic egret I was just too slow to get a photo before it flew. Other bird highlights on an amazing walk round were Goldcrest, Wrens, Chiffchaff, the energetic burst of sound from a nice few Cetti's Warblers calling, Long-tailed Tit seen well for a second day running, Blue Tit, Great Tit heard and seen well, Collared Dove and House Sparrow along the canal, Mistle Thrush feeding on mistletoe (how it gets its name) which was memorable, Blackbird, Magpie, Grey Heron including parading over nicely, Moorhen, possibly a Water Rail seen quickly too, the regular sight and sound of Greylag Geese, Shoveler and Wigeon key waterfowl of the day and Common Gull. Other key plants seen were pretty forget-me-not, ivy including mixed well with mushrooms, hazel catkins, white deadnettle, rose hips and burdock seed heads. Candlesnuff fungi spotted only from being beside the rat in the photos I took seen for a second day running was nice and possibly mossy maze polypore among other mushrooms were good to see. On the way to the station this morning seeing winter heliotrope at Lakeside and further on and hawthorn berries, dandelion and hearing Magpie by Lakeside were good moments with Jackdaw, Goldfinch, House Sparrow, Starling and Collared Dove enjoyed at home today. My Mum is currently recovering from a major operation so as I don't drive I'm doing some trips to nature reserves via trains, so far last Saturday and today and I'll do more in the New Year, and it makes it a really interesting and enjoyable day taking a different route to get out to places. Today at Fishlake Meadows and getting there was a fantastic day of nature watching and appreciating being outside.

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Freeze- Peter Parker

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Characters: Peter Parker

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 424

Author: Aaron

“Freeze!” Peter stepped in front of you as the cop burst the rooftop door open. “Put your hands in the air!” He brought his handgun up and with quivering hands held it towards Peter’s torso. “Keep your hands up and slowly walk towards me.” Slowly, Peter’s hands rose into the air as the first officer was followed by a whole districts worth.

“You need to just trust me here, alright?” Peter whispered to you from underneath his mask. “I’m going to have to throw you off the roof, do something with these lovely police officers and then catch you and make our escape… sound good?”

“No… that sounds terrible don’t you dare…” With hands in the air Peter shrugged, although you could feel the sly smile from behind the mask. “Peter if you throw me off this roof, I will never forgive you.” The officers slowly began to surround the two of you, pistols cocked and ready to fire. Peter brought his arm down and fired a bolt of web into your chest, it took the breath harshly from your lungs and the famous New York skyline quickly turned upside down as you plummeted to the streets.

It felt like hours had passed when the silhouette of Peter dove from the rooftop and flew towards you, his hand wrapped around your ankle and your hair almost touched the ground as he swung you amongst the streets.

“Peter!” You shouted out, at the top of the swing Peter let you go, your heart fell far deeper than your stomach as you flew through the air. He swung beside you and wrapped an arm around your waist.

“I’m sorry! I thought this would just be a bit more comfortable and a bit less ankle dislocation style.” With one final swung he gently sat landed on an apartment block roof, placed you on the ground and pulled the mask from his face. “Come on y/n, it wasn’t that bad. Would you rather that or be arrested, huh?” He perched on the edge of the roof and ushered you over to join him.

“Maybe we could have just… I don’t know talked to them or had some escape plan that didn’t involve throwing me off a fucking roof? Thanks for saving me though, I guess…” You wrapped your arm around him and took in the sun as it set behind the skyline.

“Talk to the police… I know you said you hadn’t been in New York before you lived here but that’s a whole new level of naïve.”

[snailor-bee]

What's Cookin' Gourd Lookin'?

A little surprise gift for the lovely @childofblackmaria ! She doesn't care for Halloween but I was like >:c but what if autumn vibes without the Halloween aspect! So I wrote this for her. > w<

RayleighxF!OC / SFW  / 785 Summary: Renge has never carved pumpkins, she doesn't think it's a big deal. Buggy and Shanks don't agree. A little moment of love and family. (Squint and you miss it Roger/OC/Rayleigh but I wrote it with them in mind.) Warnings: None.

“You’ve never carved pumpkins!?” Shanks’ voice was offended, as if he had never heard of something more grievous and Renge had a fleeting thought that nothing could judge you more than a child’s outrage.

“No, I haven’t—”

“That’s stupid!” Buggy interrupted before she could finish. “You gotta do it at least once.” Shanks went to throw his arm around Buggy's shoulders but the blue-haired boy moved so instead he whacked his face. 

Renge sighed at the two boys as they descended into an argument. 

"Alright," she said loudly, spotted white tail whipping behind her with agitation. "If I agree to do this, will the two of you stop fighting?" 

"Deal!" they said in union, straightening up, then they both flew out the door with a laugh. The woman sighed again before deciding on cleaning up the kitchen while she waited for the boys to return. 

The spotted leopard zoan, chef of the Roger Pirates barely had time to put away some spare dishes before they burst through the door again, Shanks holding a pumpkin in each arm, while Buggy struggled to carry just one.  

“You gotta lay out newspaper!” Shanks said casually as they put the pumpkins down.

Quickly the three worked together to cover most of a long table and laid out the supplies. Renge eyed the knifes with trepidation but she didn’t say anything. Even if they were both young, these boys had been pirates for a long time. They were sure to know their way around a blade easily enough.

“Okay so now we cut out the top—”

“Why do you always get to give the orders? Lemme explain!” Buggy broke in, grabbing up a knife and scowling at Shanks who shrugged easily. Pacified he turned to Renge. “You cut a hole in the top, like this…”

The three pirates cut off the top simultaneously. Renge’s cut was smoother than the boys, a chef's touch. Buggy pouted but carried on. “Then you grasp the top and pull it out, then we scoop out all the guts!”

Quickly the smell of pumpkin permeated the room as the two boys dove into their pumpkins, large spoons at the ready. Renge watched as they dumped the inners on the table, pumpkin seeds and slimy entrails spilled over the newspaper and made it soggy.

“What do you do with the seeds?” she asked.

“Whatcha mean?” Buggy replied.

Shanks glanced up. “We don’t do anything with ‘em, just throw them away.”

Indignant, her ears twitched and she flicked long black hair back with a clawed hand. “Well that’s such a waste! Let’s cook them.”

Two pairs of eyes stared at her. “Cook them?” Shanks repeated.

“You guys haven’t had pumpkin seeds before?” They both shook their heads. Perhaps the way they moved together would have amused her any other time, but today she huffed. “You’re about to try something new then.”

Roger peeked his head into the kitchen, the smell of something good luring him in. Rayleigh hovered over his shoulder, arms folded.

“I told you not to bother them Roger,” Ray chided before Roger threw the door wide.

“What’s going on in here?! Thought you were carving pumpkins not dissecting them.”

“Captain!” Shanks and Buggy said together, before Buggy glared and started shoving at Shanks’ face.

“Stop copying what I’m sayin’—”

Shanks’ face didn’t change, a bright smile stretched wide across it. “Come see what we made! Renge’s makin’ pumpkin pie!”

“Pumpkin pie!” Roger crowed with delight as he heard Rayleigh sigh behind him. “Now that sounds delicious. What, so no pumpkins?” He took a seat at a newspaper covered table, the pages still wet with leftover guts but no sign of the three pumpkins that he had seen the boys running past with earlier. 

“The boys hadn’t had pumpkin seeds before,” Renge explained, tilting her cheek up to receive a quick peck from Rayleigh. “And then I happened to mention pumpkin pie and well…”

“You gotta try some!” Buggy demanded, shaking a bag of seeds at the older men.

Roger laughed. “Indeed I do! Bring it here!” Gesturing at the bag, Buggy eagerly shoved it into his large palm.

“Pie’ll be out soon,” Renge commented idly.

“You need any help with plates?” Rayleigh asked and she nodded gratefully, a small smile on her lips.

The five of them ended up seated together, telling stories and some members splattering crumbs across the table when they broke in with something, their mouth still full.

Renge watched it all sandwiched between Roger and Rayleigh, their bodies warm and happy at her sides. Watching Roger tease Shanks and Buggy who argued with him, eyebrows pinched together she couldn’t help but feel complete contentment.

This was it; this was home. 

[frozenprocedural]

TDOE Day 4- Nightmare before Christmas

Here’s day four! Set in @couragedontdesertme‘s Big Hero 6 AU once more, takes place after the TRUE ending.

Alarik and Jenny belong to @patricia-von-arundel.

Nightmare Before Christmas

Rating: T (for some swearing, imagery- nothing graphic).

The explosion almost caused him to bite Elsa's lip in surprise, and when they pulled apart, Alarik was horrified to see a gout of flame burst through the shattered windows. Even from where they stood, he could feel the heat. 

His horror grew when he remembered Anna had gone back in to begin cleaning their presentation area. 

Alarik was running, only realizing he was doing so when Elsa screamed his name. He turned to find her at the base of the steps, coming up after him.

"Stay here!"

I can't lose you.

“I can come in, I can help, please don’t go there alone, I need to get-”

Unconsciously, his eyes drifted to her still-flat belly, and he shook his head furiously. 

I can't lose our baby.

“No Elsa, no, it’s too dangerous in there-”

"ANNA is in there!"

"I'll get her. I'll get back. I lo-"

Another explosion, one he felt in his chest, and he turned and ran in, wishing he could say the rest. 

I love you. But you can lose me.

Outside, the heat had been intense. Inside, he was almost knocked backwards when it struck him like a physical blow. Someone rushed past him, screaming, just as he cleared the doorway. A beat, and he realized it was Anna. He turned, ready to follow her out, only to be met with the sight and sound of the doorway crumbling behind her, nearly striking him as he dove clear.

Trapped. 

Alarik pushed himself off the floor, tugging the collar of his shirt over his nose in a vain attempt to keep from breathing in the acrid smoke. There was movement in his periphery, and when he looked, he saw a figure bolting into a somewhat clear hallway. With no other option, Alarik followed. 

It wasn't until he burst inside that Alarik realized he was back in the convention hall. Not only that, but right to the space where, a mere hour earlier, Elsa had presented her nanobots. The flames hadn't reached the hall yet, and while hazy, it was clear enough for Alarik to make out the figure, not running as he would have assumed, but instead rifling through the papers and posters on the table.

"Hey! What-" the words died on Alarik's lips when he got a good look at the man. 

Red hair, thick sideburns. Hans Westergard, Alarik's former roommate. It was he who'd offered an immense sum for Elsa's nanobots. But she'd trusted her instincts, turning him down. And now he held a slim flash drive in his hand, the same flash drive that held the nanobot blueprints. 

And somehow, Alarik knew Hans was the one responsible for the fire. Responsible for putting Anna's, and who knew how many others', lives in danger.

Rage colored Alarik's world red, and his feet were moving even before his brain realized it. He slammed his entire body into Hans', somehow managing to catch the flash drive as it flew from the other man's hand. Without missing a beat, Alarik raced back to the hall. With a silent apology to Elsa, he hurled the flash drive into the raging flames with all his strength, feeling a rush of satisfaction when the device disappeared into the heart of the inferno. 

"Fucking son of a bitch!"

Something hard slammed into the back of Alarik's head, and he dropped to his knees, sparks exploding across his vision. Something cold and hard pressed against his skull.

"You just cost me everything, you fucking bastard! You're- Wait." 

The gun- he assumed that was what had been pressed against him- left, and Hans knelt in front of him, grabbing a handful of his hair and yanking his head up. Through his clearing vision, Alarik saw Hans' face split into a terrifying smile.

"Alarik Geatland. How wonderful to see you again. Maybe you've just saved yourself."

Alarik tried to shove the gun away, only to choke when the barrel was shoved against his trachea. 

"Stop that. Now, I'm going to give you two choices. One, I shoot you and let the fire burn your corpse and the evidence. Two, you come with me, and to everyone else, you die. Your choice." Hans eased the gun from his throat, although he didn't entirely remove it.

He knew then Hans' assumption- that Alarik, not Elsa, had been the one to create the nanobots. Despite the fact there was a gun to his throat, Alarik felt fury rise over the misogyny of the presumption. He gritted his teeth, biting back the instinct to correct Hans. 

There was no way he would let this monster anywhere near Elsa and their unborn child. Even if he may never see them again. 

"I'll go with you." he gritted out. 

Hans smirked and rose, keeping the gun trained on Alarik. "You were always a smart man. Get up, and head to that door." He motioned to an exit on the other side of the convention hall with his empty hand. "Try to run or do anything stupid, and I shoot you."

Alarik rose, feeling tears prick in the corners of his eyes. He turned before Hans could see them, then let them fall. Each step took him further and further from Elsa, away from his love. And while he was still alive, he didn't know how much longer that would continue- eventually it would come out that he knew nothing about the nanobots, save for the conversations he'd had with Elsa.

And there was nothing to say that he'd be allowed to live if by some miracle he managed to recreate the bots. And as far as Elsa would be concerned, he was already dead. 

He bit his lip- hard- and forced back the sob that threatened to escape. No. He refused to simply lie down and accept that fate. He would do everything in his power, until he had no breath left, to reunite with his family. To be there to raise their child. 

Just as he stepped outside, a heavy force pinned him to the wall by his throat. Alarik kicked and struggled, but he may well have fought steel.

"He's coming with us, Mikkel. Let him breathe."

The pressure eased off of Alarik's throat, although the giant of a man- taller and bulkier than Kristoff- remained close. Mikkel had the same red hair as Hans, although his was done in a buzz cut. 

"Thought you were grabbing blueprints."

Hans made a dismissive gesture, although Alarik noticed his face had a slight flush. "There's been a change of plans. He's making the nanobots. Bring him to the car."

Mikkel glanced sidelong at Hans' retreating figure, but said nothing. He grabbed Alarik's shoulders and started marching him to the waiting black vehicle, ignoring Alarik's protests that he could walk by himself, and wouldn't be able to get anywhere. 

Just as Mikkel reached for the car door, Hans stopped him again. 

"Wait, bring him over there." He motioned to the trees by the parking lot, then ducked inside the car, raising his voice slightly to be heard. "We need to make sure people think he's dead."

As Mikkel steered Alarik to the copse, Hans emerged with a massive pair of bolt cutters in hand. Alarik's blood ran cold and he yelled in terror. Despite knowing both men were likely armed, he lunged forward, desperately trying to escape. 

Mikkel caught him easily, wrapping an arm around his neck. Alarik scratched and kicked, but Mikkel only increased the pressure until he could barely breathe. Hans grabbed Alarik's left arm and stretched it, examining his hand. 

"The wedding band should add a nice touch, don't you think?"

If Alarik could have screamed, he would have. As it was, he could only attempt to pull his arm away, an attempt easily foiled by Mikkel's free hand grasping his wrist. 

Hans eased the blades of the bolt cutters around Alarik's ring finger-

"ALARIK!"

He bolts upright, halfway to his feet before even realizing what he's doing. The room is dim, his eyes slow to adjust, and all he can see, can feel, are the blades closing on his finger. 

"Alarik." A softer tone, but firm. "It's alright. You're safe."

A light flicks on, and Alarik blinks against the sudden brightness. He's not at the convention center, nor pinned against a tree moments from amputation. He's in a bedroom, the bedroom he shares with-

"Elsa?"

She's there, sitting up in their bed, hand outstretched. He eases back, settling into her embrace, and as her arms encircle him, the tears come. 

"Oh, Alarik."

He wants to apologize for his weakness- it's been five months since he came back- but he can't stop the sobs that shake his entire body. 

Elsa cards her hand through his hair, murmuring soft words of reassurance, then simply humming- a soft tune he recognizes as one she often sings to Jenny. He clings to her, breathing in her scent, pressing his head against her chest to hear her heartbeat. How long it takes for his sobs to subside, he doesn't know, but eventually they reduce to soft whimpers. 

"Thank you, Olaf."

He hadn't even heard the robot approach. 

"Of course. Can I get anything else?"

"A cool washcloth, please."

"Of course."

Repetitive squeaking fades away as Olaf makes his way to the bathroom. Elsa offers Alarik a tissue, and he takes it, wiping at his eyes. Moments later, the squeaking returns, and a cool cloth is pressed to his forehead, wiping away the sweat.

"You shouldn't have to deal with this. I should be over this!" Alarik bunches the tissue in his hand, unable to look at Elsa. He can't stop staring at the space where his ring finger used to be. 

Elsa's hand comes into his vision, covering his own. "Alarik." When he doesn't look up, she twines her fingers with his and squeezes. "You experienced severe trauma. It's only been five months. It's going to take time to recover. And I am your wife. I'm here through good times and bad."

When he doesn't respond, she takes his right hand, the one that now holds his ring, pressing it to her own. He sighs, curling his fingers around hers and bringing her ring to his lips. 

"Thank you."

Any reply she may have is interrupted by a sharp cry, and they both look to the bassinet in the corner.

"Let me," Alarik says, placing a hand on Elsa's shoulder when she starts to rise. "Please?"

Elsa nods, sinking back into the pillows. She certainly doesn't mind watching him with their daughter- the wide grin on his face, the soft shushing noises he makes, and his gentle movements as he cradles Jenny close. 

But it's the look on his face, the pure love he has for Jenny, that strikes Elsa the most. She once thought he would never hold their daughter, and even now she still tears up watching him. 

"I think she's hungry."

Elsa is glad he's watching Jenny- it gives her time to brush away her tears before removing her night shirt. She must have missed some, however, for once Jenny is latched on, Alarik wipes a thumb under her eye. 

"Are you alright?"

She smiles, sliding closer to him. He wraps an arm around her. 

"I'm fine. It's good to be here with you."

He's silent for a moment, just tracing gentle patterns on her arm. Then he kisses the top of her head, and she can feel his body relax. 

"It's good to be here with my family."

[violetswritingg]

Valkyrie

Mark Grayson x OFC!

Description: In which two superpowered teens meet and fall in love amongst blood, death, and betrayal

Rating: M (Canon typical violence, betrayal, mental health issues, abandonment issues, child neglect, angsttttt)

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1: Too Good to Be True

~~*~~

I thank God I'm alive. 

You're just too good to be true, 

Can't take my eyes off of you.

~~~*~~

It wasn't too often Stella was able to wake up at her first alarm, take her time choosing an outfit for school, or eat breakfast at a leisurely pace while reading on her phone and listening to music.

It was too good to be true in other words.

Stella knew her life by now and this was not normal, it was not what was to be expected. So, it was almost calming when the chiming of the emergency signal went off on her phone. The familiar buzz and flash of light caused a smile to pull at her lips. Twisting in her chair she was met with the grizzly face and shock of white hair of Cecil. The man grabbing her suit off the back of her couch and throwing it at her.

"Let's go."

~~*~~

The transport was always dizzying upon landing, it was something she figured one got over by using it as often as Cecil did. But she had to shake it off, The White House needed to be saved. Her costume had been placed on her via transport, her white cape billowing in the wind as she rose up next to Dark Wing among her team. Blue energy platforms covering the bottom of her boots.

"Hey guys, sorry I'm late." Her voice overlapped with Red Rush's and the youngest of the group could hear War Woman's huff.

"Why is it always you two."

"Red Rush! Valkyrie! Get this guys out of here! Focus on evac! We can deal with these two once the area is clear!" Immortal called, rushing on of the Mauler Twins, swinging punches and dodging as he gave out orders.

"Aye Aye Captain!" The younger girl darted off, her blue energy coating her skin as she flew fast. Scooping up civilians left and right alongside Red Rush. Gently lowering the group of tourists she had in her clutches before an explosion sounded and she whipped around. Seeing Green Ghost rushing to a group of kids but not seeing the ones on the other side in just as much danger.

"No!" Valkyrie called and shot off. Bursting through the front lawn's fence and flying straight into the falling rubble.

"Valkyrie!" Green Ghost yelled, running to the pile of rubble once she had safely evacuated the kids. The rubble slowly started to shift, blue energy seeping through the cracks and lifting the stone and concrete. The younger Guardian huffing and puffing under a dome of energy, the civilians crouching by her feet watching in awe as the blocks moved, being thrown away. The dome disappearing when Valkyrie knew it was safe and she stumbled back. Gripping onto a larger piece of rubble behind her, waving off Green Ghost when she started to approach.

"Get them to safety, I got this." The woman covered in green hesitated but nodded, knowing the smile on Valkyrie's face meant she was okay, but the woman still worried about their youngest member in situations like this. They all did.

"Be safe."

"Do you even know me?" Valkyrie smirked, lifting off the ground and taking off. Seeing the red streak of Red Rush running around before Green Ghost disappears into the building, no doubt on President duty. Taking in the battlefield quickly Valkyrie's eyes landed on a tank flying through the air, seeing it's target she dove down. Blinked and you would have missed her, Red Rush would have been impressed.

She couldn't get to Dark wing and the woman he was trying to save before the Tank landed but she shot out energy as she landed, feet pounding against the pavement as she called for Dark Wing.

"It's gonna be okay!" Taking a deep breath she let her energy seep from her hands and under the tank, feeling it surround her team mate and the civilian. But she saw the cable line shoot out and knew his plan. "I got you, go!" The civilian was dragged out by Dark Wing's cable line but no Dark Wing. She pushed more energy out, feeling the bubble around her teammate start to expand as the tank began to groan and she let out a grunt of effort.

Then suddenly the tank's weight was gone. Both her and Dark Wing looking up to see the red and white costume of Omni-Man. Part of the building behind them fell apart, heavy concrete heading right for them.

"Behind you!" Dark Wing threw his own form of hand grenades while Valkyrie took her energy back and threw it as disks towards the rubble. The disks expanding mid-flight and creating shields surrounding each piece of rubble. Containing the blasts.

Valkyrie nodded to the man before taking off like Dark Wing had. Flying over the fight between the Mauler twins and Immortal and War Woman, catching as many army men tossed up to her as she could in a bubble of blue. Sending them into the safe zone and dropping them on their feet. Omni-man grabbing those she couldn't get. But there was one solider still free falling.

"I got him!" Valkyrie called, letting Immortal focus on the mauler twin he was fighting. Flying fast, her hands out in front of her energy ready to be thrown. But within inches of getting to him Omni-man had grabbed him. Throwing an almost annoyed look her way.

"I had him."

Valkyrie just shook her head and met back up with her team, Omni-man flying up beside her.

"Grounds are clear." Valkyrie called out, Martian Man confirming the white house was clear next, and Red Rush doubling down that the civilians were out of the way.

"Evacuation complete. Now we can cut loose and focus on taking these brutes down." War Woman smirked as a mauler twin ran at her, the woman letting loose her mace and hitting the blue villain square in the face. Valkyrie darting forward, energy collecting over her hands as she spiraled mid-air and slammed into the mauler's stomach.

War Woman descended on him beside the younger girl, Mace and energy working in tandem to take the Mauler down. War Woman swinging for his jaw while Valkyrie's energy disk shot out at his ankle. Dark Wing's explosives shooting him farther in the air. Omni-man flying past with a hit straight to the chest.

Sending him to the ground where his twin joined him, Green Ghost coming up behind both of them and phasing their legs into the asphalt. Martian Man lunging forward, wrapping them up while Red Rush ran circles around them punching them at super speed. Him and Martian Man backing off, letting Aquaris shoot them out of the ground with a stream of water. Dark Wing lining one twin's spine with explosives, War woman sending him back up with a hit of her Mace not even a second after his feet were back on the ground.

The twins landing in a pile as Valkyrie covered them with a dome, encapsulating the explosion. The girl letting out a small grunt before releasing the dome and letting the smoke plume into the air. Looking to her teammates with a smile on her face, wiping away the sweat that had collected on her forehead. War Woman coming up to her and laying a hand on her shoulder.

"Good job."

Valkyrie's smile became blinding, adrenaline pumping through her veins as Red Rush blurred and was beside her in an instant.

"Almost as fast as me now. Almost." Her punctuated, throwing his arm over her shoulders and trapping her into a head lock for a second. Both laughing before they heard someone clear their throat, both stood up, sharing looks out of the corners of their eyes and barely their grins.

"Don't you have somewhere to be kid?" The immortal crossed his arms over his chest, his own grin fighting to break out across his face. Having seen the girl grow up in the last three years it was hard to ever really be mad at her when she smiled like that.

"Oh cr-ud," Valkyrie checked herself, lifting off the ground, and waving, "I'll see you guys later!" And like that she was off. The adult Guardians sharing chuckles between them. Omni-man frowning at the display, eyes on the faint blue streak in the sky.

~~*~~

"Shit, shit, shit." Stella cursed as she forced her leg through the pants she was trying to put on, jumping through the living room as she finally got it and buttoned her pants. Stealing a protein bar specially formulated for her to keep up with the calories she burns when using her own Kinetic energy to save lives. Shoving her feet into shoes, she swipes a textbook and her laptop off the table and takes off through the open kitchen window of her studio apartment.

It only took a couple of minutes for her to land on the roof of her high school and sprint down two flights of stairs to her locker. With a minute or two to spare she transferred her books for the ones she would need for her first couple of classes and leaned against the cool metal. Her head already starting to pound. The day hadn't even really started yet, and she already missed being in her costume and in the air.

"You okay?" Bright blue eyes cut to the intense green of Eve Wilkin's worried gaze, brows heavy on her forehead as she held out a protein bar to Stella. "I saw the news, busy morning. And knowing you, you definitely didn't eat before or after."

"I'll have you know I ate a full breakfast and I had one of these after okay?" Stella corrected waving the empty wrapper in Eve's face, pushing off of the cool metal and closing her locker. Leaning back against the wall of metal as she tore into the food in front of her. An off shoot of the same stuff they have to give Red Rush or else his body will literally eat itself.

"Wow, look at that, a minor improvement in your care of yourself for once. The world must be ending." Eve smirked and crossed her arms over her chest. Stella knowing Eve didn't mean it too harshly, the humored glint in her eyes evidence of that fact.

"What would I do without you Eve Wilkins?" Stella sighed dramatically, throwing an arm over the red-head's shoulder as a rogue strand of blonde fell into her eyes from it's messy claw clip cage.

"Probably keel over and die." Eve chuckled and Stella followed suit. Taking her arm away from the red head when shouting in the hall grabbed both of their attention.

"Leave me alone Todd!" Stella recognized Amber Bennet from some of her classes, the two currently partnered up for a project in their humanities class. Cool girl, kind of harsh, but overall okay.

"I'll be right back." Stella mumbled, walking away from Eve and closer to the action. The red-head could only sigh at her fellow hero. Knowing there was no stopping her from trying to save someone, even if they didn't really need help.

"Quit playing games. I know you're crazy about me, Marcy told me." Stella stood off to the side, arms crossed over her chest, watching closely. As Amber paused and turned on her heel to look Todd in the face.

"Well, you are big and strong, aren't you?" Stella had to fight off the smirk that wanted to plant itself on her face, hearing the patronizing tone Amber used and watching it go right over Todd's head. The boy lifting an arm and flexing his bicep at her. Stella bit into the inside of her cheek to keep herself from laughing. "And you think that makes it okay for you to harass me?!" Amber bit. Todd's smile falling in an instant.

Stella's humor fizzled when Todd grabbed Amber by the arm when she tried to turn away, "Hey! Don't walk away from me! What, are you a lesbian or something?"

"Oh my god, I wish! Would you leave me alone then?" Amber once tried to walk away and Todd just tightened his grip, "Let me go so I can go find a girl to kiss."

Stella had seen enough and stepped forward, grabbing Todd's wrist and squeezing.

"I think you should let her go, this whole thing is not a good look for you." The boy let go in shock and Stella snaked her arm through Amber's, pulling her out of Todd's reach just as someone cleared their throat behind Todd.

"I think Amber's been pretty clear about how she feels, Todd." Stella took in the boy's dark hair and pretty face, his skin tone being complimented by the blue sweater he had on and the yellow undershirt she could see poking out the bottom.

"Are you serious Grayson?" Todd asked, not letting the mystery boy get in another word before Todd's fist was in his face. And in his stomach. It was not pretty and the scene was accompanied by the gasps and ooh's of the crowd. Amber pulling away from Stella, running and kicking Todd where the sun doesn't shine. The toe-head blonde crumpling immediately, his pained groans mixing with the crowd's reaction.

"Leave him alone."

Note to self, Amber Bennet, not a girl that needs saving.

Stella nodded to herself, stepping in Todd's way to shoulder check him as he ran past her clutching his groin. The boy was almost sent spiraling into the group of people next to him as Stella walked up to Amber and Mystery boy. Said mystery boy getting helped up by what Stella assumed was his friend.

Amber thanked the boy and turned, nodding at Stella before disappearing down the hall. Stella gave the girl a small grin before looking to the now two boys in front of her with a raised eyebrow.

"You okay?"

"Um, he will be. I'm William by the way, this is Mark. Mark may not look it right now but he is a very strong and dependable person." William grinned like his life depended on it. Stella just chuckled and nodded. Reaching forward and clapping Mark on the shoulder.

Mark's eyebrows scrunched as he started to oddly feel better all of a sudden.

"I'm sure. I wouldn't make it a habit to be a human punching bag though. I just wanted to make sure you're okay?" Her hand was still on his shoulder and Mark looked down at it. Stella was quick to retract, bringing her hands behind her back and tangling her fingers together.

"Thanks, I'm uh- feeling a lot better all of a sudden." Mark stuttered. Taking his weight off of William.

"Good! Happy to hear it." Stella grinned, turned and left, not introducing herself. Not saying another word. Meeting up with Eve farther down the hallway. The red head offering her an arm, the blonde sighing and gladly taking the help, Eve taking some of the girl's weight for her as they walked to their first class.

"Who was that?" Mark asked, what seemed the air, watching the blonde walk with Eve Wilkins.

"Stella Zimmer, transferred here in like the middle of freshman year, was quick friends with Eve Wilkins but otherwise keeps to herself. Seems nice, super hot." William shrugged, Mark glancing at his best friend as the bell rang. Mark letting William drag him to their first class.

~~*~~

Stella waited impatiently for the microwave to finish heating up her Global Defense Agency developed dinner. Towel in hand, drying her hair after her shower.

At the beep she grabbed the steaming plate and made her way over to the kitchen table. Already set up with a mix of GDA paperwork she needed to fill out about today's attack on the white house and miscellaneous homework due at some point next week. Throwing her towel over the back of the chair before sitting down. 

Getting her assignments in advance was the only way she was able to keep up with school and being part of the Guardians. It was nonnegotiable that she at least get through High school, and if her grades started to slip Cecil would pull her from the front until she got them up again.

He didn't want to create a child solider, but the world still needed her and the Guardians. So, he came up with a compromise. It's difficult and exhausting, but Stella wouldn't have it any other way. She worked slowly between bites of her cooling dinner. Thin tendrils of energy holding pencils, scribbling down answers to her homework while she typed up the reports on her GDA computer. Different from her personal laptop.

When she found a good stopping point and sent off the GDA files to their respective departments she let out a breath. Pencils clattering to the table in the dark apartment. Stella's eyes unintentionally glancing around the kitchen, the echo of laughter and the smell of her mom's lasagna filling the space. But she knew the reality, that wasn't her life anymore.

The picture frame on the side table by the couch mocking her. Three happy, smiling, faces looking back up at her. The Golden Gate bridge as the backdrop to a joy filled family vacation. Until it wasn't. Sighing she shook her head and picked up the pencils herself this time. Going through the homework once again. Dinner forgotten.

~~*~~

Bright white flashed in the darkness of the small apartment, Cecil's wingtips clicking loudly in the quiet as she stepped into the space.

"Kid, I need you-" His eyes cut over to the kitchen table, seeing Stella, passed out at the table. Pencil still in hand, drool pooling over the math problems she had already solved. Cecil's eyes softened, a quiet sigh leaving his lips as he walked over to the girl. His hand lifting to gently pat her on the head twice, before he turned and hit the communication device on his wrist, "Can I get someone in here please."

A GDA operative appeared through a flash of white and Cecil pointed towards Stella, and then to the door across from the kitchen. The operative nodding and going to pick the girl up, "Be gentle, don't wake her up." Cecil ordered, watching the operative set her on her bed and pull the covers over her. "Get some rest kid."

And with that he disappeared. 

~~*~~

"These Time zones are gonna kill me," Stella groaned, the locker room still filled with steam from her shower after early morning training with the Guardians. Munching on a protein bar as she threw her clothes on and ran a brush through her wet hair. War Woman, or Holly as Stella knows her outside of Guardian duties, watched in amusement as Stella rushed through her morning routine.

"Don't burn the rubber off your shoes, leave that to Joseph." Holly chuckled, laying a hand on the girl's shoulder with a warm smile.

"I gotta hurry, I can't be late again. It would be the sixth time this month." Stella reached up and clasped Holly's hand, giving it a squeeze, "I'll see you later for training, okay? Unless some random supervillain decides they want to blot out the sun or something." Stella and Holly shared a laugh as the teen broke away with a wave. Throwing her backpack over she shoulder and running out of the locker room.

"Woah! Watch where you're going! Speeding Bullet you are." Joseph grinned, his Russian accent heavy. Martian Man and Immortal laughing at the two of them and their antics.

"Sorry, gotta go! See you guys later!" Stella grinned over her shoulder at the men and Martian with a wave before taking off for the doors. Her feet lifted off the ground as she shot forward and through the doors.

~~*~~

"Shit." Stella cursed as she ran down the school hallways, skidding to a stop in front of her classroom door. Taking a breath and throwing her hair up into a claw clip before entering the classroom just as the late bell rang.

"Ms. Zimmer-"

"I know, I know. But technically I'm not late." Stella grinned and the door clicked shut behind her.

~~*~~

[eddiemunsxn]

I will contknje to refuse eddie's death. it was horribly written and in my mind its able to be fixed since he's a fictional character. you're a great writer so I wanted to request maybe a henderson!reader (I love this trope sorry) where they manage to save eddie's life but they get horribly injured and everyone thinks they will die but they don't. please I am literally thirsting for some comfort fics rn 😭

— a real ozzy move.

masterlist. / nav.

❰ warnings. gn!reader, demobat attack, we ride at dawn to cancel the duffel bags

❰ word count. 803

❰ note. already blocked out vol. 2 what happened? also it’s 4 am and this is unedited but idc i’m ✨grieving✨

“Go!”

Adrenalized—feeling as though your body was dipped into cold water—you ran toward the chair Dustin held steady, stamping your foot on it and springing up. Your fingers bit down into the fleshy vines, and your abdomen tightened like a fist as you pulled yourself through the gate.

Your hands slipped, and you landed on your back. Pain clamped down on your spine, and the breath was knocked from your chest. Stiff, you turned to your side, grimacing against every intake of breath as though you were swallowing nails.

Recovering to your feet, you looked up to Dustin. The gate framed him like a grisly gash in flesh, light from the trailer bleeding out into the dark of the upside down. “Dustin!”

He tossed your flamethrower through the gate, and you caught it.

“Just go!” He said. “Find Eddie! I’m right behind you!”

Muscles tense as rusted coils, you nearly lost your balance as you hurried out of the trailer. Heartbeat loud in your ears and heavy in your mouth, you looked for Eddie.

Pulsing like a frantic heart monitor, red lightning appeared as chromatic bruises behind the sheer clouds. Then you saw flapping shapes illuminated by the lightning, resembling static and swirling in a tight tornado.

Eddie stood within it, deflecting the swooping bats with his spiked shield.

“Holy shit!” Dustin came up from behind you, but you were already sprinting toward the twisting mass.

You stumbled to a halt. There was no way you could walk through, or simply help with a few swipes of a spear. There were too many bats. You only had one idea, and it was risky.

“Eddie!” Your scream scratched your throat raw.

His head snapped to you, and his eyes, glossy as polished stones, were swollen with fear.

“Eddie, get down!” You aimed the flamethrower, and fire spewed out like a burst pipe. It curled up within the tornado of bats, tracing their flight and eliciting pained screeches.

The heat from the burning bats enveloped you like the hottest summer day. Eyes watering, you squinted to try and see any bat stray away. Angling the flamethrower, you drew the fiery cloud in zigzags.

An opening split within the flapping mass, and Eddie dove out.

The heat continued pestering your eyes, and you didn’t see the squad of bats drawing down to you.

“Y/N!” Eddie shouted.

A tail coiled around your throat and yanked you off your feet. Releasing the flamethrower, your hands flew to your throat. Slammed to your back, demobats were glued to you like flies to honey.

You scratched the heels of your shoes against the pavement, desperate to move anyhow, anyway from the rows of teeth carving into your flesh. From your wounds, your own blood warmed your cold body.

Some bats were abruptly ripped away as fast as they collected on you.

Through blurred vision, you saw Eddie and Dustin’s distorted forms. Dustin used the blunt end of his spear to whack away the bats while Eddie plunged a knife—broken off from his spear—into their heads, multiple times.

Teeth gritted, Eddie expressed expletives as blood spat up from his frantic stabs.

The bat gripping your throat began to drag you away. “Hh—!” You exclaimed from the sudden pull.

“Oh no, you don’t, you son of a bitch!” Dustin quickly moved to plunge his spear through its spine—pinning it to the ground like a specimen on a naturalist’s card.

Eddie stomped a foot down on its head, bone crackling.

Strained screeching prompted Dustin to whip around, spear ready, and for Eddie to drop next to you—prepared to shield you, but the bats all collectively fell like the last drops of rain in a storm. Fire continued to feast on their bodies.

“Are you okay?” Eddie took your face in his hands. “Hey, talk to me!”

“I’m here,” you said, words strained by your bruised throat.

Eddie grinned, dimples pinching his cheeks. “Oh, man.” He shook his head. “That was a real Ozzy move you did. But you’re not gonna die on me, right? Right?” He stroked your cheek with the back of his hand, rings cool against your skin.

“No.” You smiled, gently grabbing his wrists. “No.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Dustin assured at your other side. “It’s not bad.”

“Feels bad, though,” you croaked.

“Yeah, you’ll have some pretty gnarly scars.”

Eddie grazed his thumb just under your lower lip, staring down at you as if you were a fallen star he made so many wishes for.

“Eddie,” you said softly.

“Yeah?” He whispered.

“You don’t have to prove yourself…that you’re a hero. You should already know how great and loved you are by those that matter. Fuck this town. Please keep being you.”

A broad smile stretched his lips thin, and he nodded. Tears polished his eyes. “I will.”

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Hero just can’t kill villain, he can’t look in his deep brown eyes and prepare himself to finally dig the dagger deeper into his neck,

All he sees is the little boy who would throw tantrums because he only wanted his parents love and attention, all he sees is his best friend who’s presence alone was able to make his day better instantly, all he sees is his best hype man who would boost his confidence before every football match, all he sees is someone he would give up the world for only if it meant he could hug him once more again, all he sees is a boy prettier than any girl he has ever seen, all he sees is the real owner of his heart.

Does villain know how much this is eating hero from the inside? Is that fear in his eyes, does he think hero would actually kill him? Does he know how much he had affected hero when he left without saying goodbye? Does he know all hero ever wanted was to hold him and caress his cheeks not revenge?. How could he. All hero ever did was bury everything deep inside a chamber in his heart. Like a true coward.

“get it over with, kill me.” villain breathes out in fear and hopelessness. And that’s all that it took to break hero completely.

AAA VERY LONG I KNOW I’m a very very very new writer 😭 and I was looking for someone I could trust this with from the h X v writers on tumblr, and i felt comfortable sharing it with you. Anyways my request would be to maybe continue it? :> it’s perfectly fine if you don’t though!!.

Also a quick explanation to the dynamic is sun(villain)/moon(hero)

Hello! Thanks a bunch for the request!

It can be a bit nerve-wracking, being a new writer. I hope you're having fun with it, and that you keep going even when it's hard.

I really like the line you colored in red, so I decided to start there. I also slightly changed the wording. Hope you enjoy! :)

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“Just get it over with,” the villain said, breathing hard. “Kill me.”

The hero’s hand trembled.

Just sink the knife in further, a voice inside them said. It’ll be easy.

But it wasn’t easy. And dear god, what kind of monster would they be if it were?

The villain’s gaze darted between the knife and the hero’s face. With a sudden eruption of movement, they pushed on the hero’s chest. The hero flew backwards, and the knife skittered on the ground.

The villain paused for a moment, face illuminated by the streetlamp's oily light. They released their breath in a burst of adrenaline-fueled laughter. “I should’ve known you’d be too chickenshit to actually do it.”

The hero clenched their fists on the concrete below them. They should have been furious. And fuck it, they were.

But they were also grateful to no longer be holding that knife.

“I suppose this is the part where you call me weak,” they bit out, “for not wanting to kill my own best friend.” The images still danced behind their eyes – a hellish carousel of happy memories and treasured dreams.

But the villain was already hurrying to their motorbike, never taking their eyes off the hero. They dove for the storage compartment.

The hero stood, then froze at the sight of the villain’s gun pointed straight at their heart.

The two of them stayed like that for a beat, no sound but the breaths passing between them.

“Just get it over with,” the hero said, with a mirthless grin. “Kill me.”

The villain swallowed. “You know, [Hero], I would happily call you a dozen different insults.” They clicked the safety back on, and stuffed the gun in their pocket. “But ‘weak’ could never be one of them.”

With rapid grace, they swung onto their bike and ignited the engine.

No, the hero thought. No, this can’t be it.

“Was any of it real for you?”

The villain glanced back, something unreadable in their expression. “Of course it was.”

With that, they sped off into the night.