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mykneeshurt · 3 months

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Joel Miller x F!reader

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, explicit smut, 10 year age gap, reader is 30, Joel is 40

A/N - I haven’t written smut in months, be kind lmfao. Think I needed a change from the COD boys for a bit.

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Jackson. The small town you’d called home, but it wasn’t really. It wasn’t your farm house, your father wasn’t in the barn tending to the horses, your mother wasn’t folding the clean linens, a smell you missed so dearly. Your cat wasn’t curled into a tight ball by the open fire.

No. This wasn’t your home. But it had to do.

10 years had passed since the outbreak, everyone you’d ever known, everyone you’d ever cared about wiped out in the first week. You’d survived this far purely on luck. Luck and some very questionable food.

Jackson was a busy little town, everyone had a role, everyone had a job to do. Nothing was out of place. That was until Joel Miller turned up. You were close with his brother Tommy and his wife Maria, whom you worked with in the town bar.

You’d danced around each other for weeks, nervous conversations, furtive glances over the creaking old bar, awkward smiles and lingering touches. His umber eyes twinkled every time he met your gaze, the wrinkles next to his eyes deepened with every smirk.

Much to everyone’s annoyance neither of you had the confidence to ask one another for a drink. That was until you’d had some issues in your house and Tommy ever so kindly sent Joel to help out.

You fixed him a cup of coffee while you explained what needed tending too. ‘So, I have a leaky faucet in the bathroom, one of the stairs is rotting, and the plumbing under the kitchen sink is on its way out. I can manage, I didn’t mean for Tommy to send you over’ you said exasperated, hiding your blush beneath your hand. As you handed him his coffee, your fingers grazed his. Warm and inviting.

Scratching the back of his neck he smiled at the floor, ‘it’s no trouble darlin, happy to help.’ The pet name sent ripples through you, straight to your thighs. ‘Where shall we start?’ He asked, sipping his coffee.

‘What ever is easier for you. I’ve got tools and supplies ready. But maybe the bathroom? It probably just needs tightening.’

Joel nodded and followed you upstairs. You showed him into the bathroom, his body pressing against yours as he passed. Heat radiated from his body, penetrating your own. You’d never been this close before, heat pooled in your thighs again as you clenched them together. An unmistakeable ache throbbed from within.

Joel sank to his knees as he opened the small cupboard, his thighs forcing themselves against the seams of his jeans. As he led on his back his shirt lifted slightly, a trail of dark hair disappeared beneath the waist band. You bit your lip as you watched him writhe on the floor, muscles tensed, rippling beneath his skin.

‘Yeah, just looks like a few bolts need tightening is all. Noticed anything wrong with the pressure?’ His voice was muffled from within the cupboard. You were so focused on his body you hadn’t even noticed him speaking to you. Completely pre-occupied with the painful ache in your pussy. ‘Hey?’

‘Oh! Sorry. No I haven’t noticed anything out of the ordinary’ you shrugged. He continued to try and fix the sink, the clanging of tools against pipes echoed in the bathroom. You allowed your eyes to travel further than his waist, desperately trying to imagine what was underneath his jeans. Your heart fluttered at the thought, your stomach twisting itself into knots at the inappropriate thoughts you were having.

You were too busy daydreaming that you initially didn’t notice the pipe burst. Freezing cold water suddenly permeated your skin, causing you to yelp. ‘Oh shit!’ He yelled, scrambling to find the wrench. ‘Joel!’ You squealed, unable to contain your laughter. Dropping to your knees you grabbed the wrench and gave it to him, trying to contain the water. Giggles erupted from you both, fumbling over each other’s bodies to try and stop the sudden surge of water.

Joel scrambled to tighten the bolt, his giggles muffled within the relentless stream. As the water slowly died down, he glanced over to you, water slowly trickled along his neck. Your breath hitched in your throat, panties suddenly soaking with your arousal as you dropped your gaze. Your heart thrummed in your chest, threatening to burst through your ribs.

A sudden warmth on your lip forced you back to reality. Joel cupped your jaw, the rough pads of his thumb caressed your soft lips. Butterflies surged in your stomach as you leant into his touch. Tentatively you placed your hand on his abdomen, the sodden t-shirt exaggerating his firm body beneath your fingertips.

His body jerked slightly, your touch singing his skin. There was a pull between you, sudden, jarring, like two magnetic forces aligning. You searched his face for any inkling of what he was thinking, but you were met with his unfaltering gaze. Slowly he sat up, inching his body closer to yours.

Bit by bit.

Inch by burning inch.

Your lips parted slightly, a shaky breath fell from between them. Moving your hand you rested it on his chest, feeling his own heart furiously pounding from beneath. The cool temperate of his shirt was a stark contrast to the searing heat from his body.

He weaved his hand to the base of your neck, caressing your cheek as he did so. Dropping your eyes to his lips you silently pleaded with him to kiss you. He edged his lips closer to yours, his breath fanning gently over your face.

Deciding to hurry things along you pressed your lips against his, both sighing into the kiss. His lips were surprisingly soft, his beard tickled your upper lip as you positioned yourself on top of him. You sank down, placing yourself in his lap, thighs meshed together finally becoming one. His jaw cautiously coaxed yours open, slipping his tongue inside.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as you ground your aching core against him. He groaned into your mouth as he deepened the kiss, gripping onto your hips urging you grind on top of him. Scraping your nails along his neck and scalp, your tongues furiously danced together as you pushed and pulled against one another.

He pulled back, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. ‘Off’ he ordered pulling at your saturated top. Smiling, you eagerly removed it, throwing it in satisfying slap on the tile floor. He removed his own, finally allowing you bestow your eyes on his burly physique. Hair dusted his chest and abdomen, muscles faintly visible as the chill of the air grazed his skin.

Tapping your thighs you wrapped them around his waist, he stood with seemingly no effort at all. Smiling into another kiss you nipped at his bottom lip, pushing him, urging him to go further. He placed you onto the bathroom counter, his hands making quick work of your bra. You wrapped your fingertips into his waistband, yanking him in between your thighs.

The once tender kiss had turned into a desperate sloppy mess. Both fighting for air as you slipped your tongues in and out of each others mouths. A soft whimper escaped you as he palmed your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingertips.

The bathroom was silent, bar the noise of your desperate kisses and stolen breaths.

But you wanted more. Needed more.

You made quick work of his jeans button, revealing his boxers and the outline of his throbbing cock. ‘Take it’ he whispered as he trailed his lips to your neck, nipping and kissing gently. Sliding your hand into his boxers you were pleasantly surprised by his girth, he hissed at your touch. You began to work his cock in your hand as he sighed into your neck, ‘fuck, just like that. That’s it.’

He used his tongue to pull your ear lobe into his mouth, pressing his teeth down, adding just the right amount of pressure. You smiled into his neck, his natural scent infiltrating your senses. His hips began to grind into your hand, causing the ache in the pit of your stomach to surge. Desperation turned to obsession.

With lightening speed he pulled from your grip, grabbing your waist and pushing your torso into the cold marble counter. The sudden change of temperature caused you to hiss between your teeth as you clenched your thighs together. Joel pulled your leggings down to your knees and kicked your legs apart with force. ‘Oh, darlin’ he chucked to himself, ‘that all for me?’

Your glistening folds started at him, screaming to be touched. You couldn’t find any words so instead smirked back at him, arching your back. He ran his hands along your waist and to your ribs, straightening your arms to grip your wrists. As he did, he dragged his tongue along your spine. You moaned into the counter top, your hot breath condensing on the freezing surface.

Releasing your wrist he snaked his fingers into your hair, arching your back further to kiss you. He was tender once more, before he moved his hand to your jaw forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. ‘Watch sweetheart’ he drawled, his southern accent thicker than molasses and sweeter than honey.

Lining up his cock he pushed into your pussy, ‘alright … fuck … alright’ he panted as his breath was sucker punched right from his gut. Your jaw fell open at the stretch, watching as he threw his head back, exposing his muscular neck. His thrusts began slow, tortuous and purposeful. Allowing you to adjust to his size.

His eyes found yours in the mirror, pupils blown wide, eyes black and possessive. ‘I can take it Joel, please’ you whimpered as you sucked on his fingers that held your jaw in place. ‘Christ’ he said, choking on his breath. You ran your tongue along his thick fingers, saliva dripping down your chin as he increased his pace. Eyes never faltering from yours.

‘Pussys so tight sweetheart. Been a while since you been fucked huh?’ His voice was cocky as he smirked at you, eyes glinting in the low light of the room. ‘Mmhmm’ you groaned, relishing in the sweet burn of his cock. The slapping of skin rang out in the empty house, the sweet undertones of your whines, and bass filled rasps from his throat ricocheted off the wooden walls.

Lifting your thigh he placed it onto the counter, opening your cunt further, pushing himself deeper. Screwing your eyes shut you used your free hand to play with your clit. Snatching his fingers from your mouth he gripped your jaw again’ told you to watch darlin, don’t make me ask again.’ Your eyes snapped open, mouth agape, struggling for air.

His pace became punishing, ‘fuck, harder Joel, harder.’ Working your fingers in firm circles, you desperately tried to chase your orgasm. Your muscles began to tighten, but not before you noticed Joel’s pace become sloppy. ‘What the matter? Been a long time baby?’ You teased, pouring up at him in the mirror. ‘Such a smart mouth. Oh sweetheart I ain’t done yet.’

‘No? Then make me cum Joel’ you purred. Smacking your hand out of the way he pressed his own fingers into your clit, reading your body effortlessly. Grabbing your throat with his free hand he pulled you flush to his body. Angling his cock to his your sweet spot as he watched you squirm beneath his grip. He grunted in your ear, his breath burning your skin.

Your muscles tightened, white noise took over your hearing as your orgasm washed through you. You whined and ground your hips back into him, voice cracking from the pressure. ‘So pretty darlin. Goddamn, feels so good’ he whimpered as he nipped your neck. A string of expletives dripped from your lips as you tried to gather yourself.

He pushed you onto the counter once more, pulling out he stroked his cock as he came on your lower back. His head dropped as he grunted, hoarse and breathless. The hot milky fluid gathered in the dimples of your back as you studied him in the mirror. His brow furrowed as he rode out his high, lips plump and red, your pussy clenched at the sight.

Once he’d come down his eyes returned to that gentle glow you loved. He smiled awkwardly as he used a towel to clean you up, before his placed a tender kiss on your spine. ‘Wanted to do that since first time I laid eyes on you’ he admitted, cheeks flushed. Cupping his face you placed a soft kiss on his lips, ‘got two more chores to do yet cowboy.’

#the last of us smut #the last of us #joel miller x you #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #Joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #fan fic smut

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thenightmarketofdathomir · 2 months

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O Wishmonger, Herald of Dathomir, you honor us again with your generosity and wisdom. To begin, I beseech thee - how shall our Brothers Three greet their dearly beloved ones after so long a time away? A reunion is long overdue. <3

I couldn't agree more.

Pairings: Feral x Reader (f!), Savage Opress x Reader (f!), Darth Maul x Reader (f!) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Somno (cnc), oral (receiving) size difference, p in v, collaring, D/s, power dynamics, exhibitionism, references to BDSM, marking/possession

Feral: Hugging your pillow, deep in dreams of your lover whom you haven't seen in so many moonsets, you don't feel the shimmersilk sheets slipping from your legs, but you remember that slanted grin and the way his eyes darken when he eases himself between your legs. The dream is so convincing, you can almost feel the heat of his mouth against your slit, easing you open with a kiss and the gentle stretch of your legs to avoid his horns -- and he holds you there, suckling at your clit, his tongue exploring as if to remap the secrets of your body. Too many nights away let the imagination run wild, but even lucid and dreaming, the gravel in his laughter is so convincing you nestle into the fantasy of his body behind yours, the weight of him pressing you into the mattress when he kisses up your spine, the gentle grip on your wrists easy because you're still limp and murmuring his name into the mattress. Your body clenches, empty and wanting, but his murmured, "I missed how wet you get for me," draws out a shiver and a roll of your hips to fit that heavy, hard rod of durasteel sinking into your cunt -- one tender ridge at a time to fill you up. "There you go, love," Feral says, his shallow thrusts easing you from slumber and into his arms, already tightening with the promise of pleasures delivered with the swivel of his hips. "Right back where you belong."

Savage: He's never looked more severe than when he's covered in gore, fresh from his mission with his eyes flashing. It occurs to you he hasn't bothered with his debriefing -- that his ship's been abandoned at the landing paddock and that every stone stair on the way up the Peak is just a mild inconvenience for someone who takes them three at a time on a good day. He looks pissed. He looks determined. And nothing -- and no one -- is getting in his way when his gaze locks on yours. It's a strange feeling, after having missed him so long, that your first inclination is to shrink. "Forgive me," he says when he reaches you, but the words are garbled and the next thing you know, your legs are swinging out from under you. The vein in his neck is throbbing, and outwardly, he looks pissed -- a warning, but not for you while he carries you away, clinging to those broad shoulders, fully aware that had you protested, you might've gone over his shoulder instead. He practically kicks open the doors to your shared quarters, the guard hastening to lock you away. "I need three full days," he explains. "Uninterrupted." He's shaking as he sets you to your feet, his hands uncertain of what to grab first, because there's a violence to his desperation that frightens him. So you step into him. Unfasten his armour. Press yourself into his skin when he groans and collapses into the edge of the bed where he remembers he can touch you without causing damage -- you take his hands. Place them where you want them: your breast, your hip, the swell of your ass, your thigh. He shakes less, but the look he wears is hungry. You remind him with your kisses that he can ease him; that you felt the same.

Maul: Lord Maul never leaves his toys unattended. He brings them with him -- his consort, his Queen marked with a tiny gold chain falling across so much black satin that it looks like a necklace, but you know, even standing behind him, that it's a sign of possession. Absolute authority. Control over the things he fears losing the most -- not his autonomy, but yours, because you chose him, and you chose this expression of your devotion: a little gold half-crescent, the suns doubled upon each other, worn around the neck. His symbol. His brand, like the bruises on your thighs from his powerful fingers, or the raw, wet feeling of his spend between your legs -- the fervour of his desire to drown you in pleasure hidden across your body beneath the long elegant train of your gowns and the expertly tailored bodices. Lord Maul is an overachiever. A perfectionist. A magician whose wonders are woven into stolen moments with your back bent over the balustrades and your legs around his neck. It's dizzying, to know you're so thoroughly claimed -- so desired that he refuses to be parted from you, because the part of you that worships him in return offers in exchange the one thing he most desires: the panted, exhausted whisper of his name from your lips like a prayer to some long forgotten creature, elevated to godliness with the offering of your love, your devotion, your body.

#Darth Maul #Feral Opress #Savage Opress #Darth Maul x Reader #Darth Maul x You #Savage Opress x Reader #Savage Opress x You #Feral Opress x Reader #Feral Opress x You #Darth Maul Smut #Savage Opress Smut #Feral Opress Smut #spicy

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doobnnoob-tf2 · 2 years

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Ok pain time!! IMAGINE if Scout came to Spy for advice/comfort and Spy was there for him bc he could tell how much the thing was bothering Scout. And Scout is so moved that he says "I wish you were my dad". Cue Spy mentally spiraling.

rubs my greedy lil hands together

I hope this satisfies that angsty craving my friend

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Scout had been acting odd for almost a week now. Quieter than normal, more withdrawn. He spent more time poking at his food at dinner than eating, and when anyone asked him what was wrong he’d just shrug. No matter how much anyone tried, they couldn’t get him to talk.

And Spy had enough of it.

After dinner one night, he followed Scout to his room, grabbing the door before it could close and forcing himself inside. He closed the door while Scout demanded (albeit not forcefully) to know what he was doing. Spy regarded him sternly.

“Scout, something is wrong. Everyone is painfully aware of this and the fact you are refusing to talk to anyone has become too concerning.”

“It’s.. it’s fine, Spy! I’m fine, nothin’s wrong, I-”

“Scout.” It came out harsher than he intended, but he was tired of this. It’s been eating too much at him and he needs to know. He still softened his tone. “Please.”

He shuffled and looked away. And then with a heavy sigh, walked to his bed to sit, looking at the floor between his feet. “I- I got a call from Ma. One’a my brothers, he..” Scout rubbed his face. “He got locked up. Said he’s lookin’ at 10 years.”

“..which one?”

“Ted, second oldest.”

“How is your mother handling it?”

“Not great. She just sounded so.. so disappointed, Spy. And that’s what got me thinkin’.” Scout got quiet, and tense. His voice shook a little as he spoke. “What if she’s disappointed in me, too?”

Spy felt his heart sink as he watched Scout rub his eyes, desperately trying to not get emotional in front of him.

“I mean, fuck.. ya know, I’m a mercenary! A contract killer! Am.. am I really any better?”

Spy walked over and sat next to him. “Scout, your mother loves you dearly. I think the list of things you could do that would make her disappointed in you, I could count on one hand. From the few times we have met her, she has done nothing but brag about you.”

“Ain’t much to brag about now.”

“That will be enough of that.” Spy cuffed him gently on the back of the head, smiling at him when Scout looks up to scowl. “You are a lot more than you give yourself credit for. And I know your mother is proud of you. This team is proud of you. I’m proud of you. And nothing is going to change that.”

Scout sat there, looking at Spy quietly. His nose turned red as his eyes got wet and he hugged him tight with a choked back sob. And Spy let him cry it out without another word. He just held him tight, rubbing his back gently.

And when he was finished, Spy made sure he was fine before getting up to leave. As he got to the door, Scout spoke up. “Spy.” He cut himself off, as if he immediately came to regret saying anything.

Spy still looked back, hand on the doorknob. “Yes?”

Scout silently stared for a moment, trying to decide what he wanted to say. “You’re always here for me and you never judge me and I feel like I can always talk to you about things and- and I appreciate it. A lot. I wish you were my dad. Maybe if I had you around growing up, me and my brothers coulda turned out different.”

Spy held back letting anything show, only smiling softly at him. “Your father missed out on watching you grow up into being the man you are, and I hope he regrets it to his last breath.”

The walk back to his room after they bid each other goodnight felt like it took an eternity. He closed his bedroom door behind him and leaned back against it, sliding to the floor as he stared off. He hurt, all over. His chest felt so tight, it was as if his whole body was aching. He took off his mask and thew it to the floor to run his hands through his hair, gripping it tight as he leaned in on himself until his elbows were on his knees.

He felt sick, to his stomach and with himself.

He should have been there. He should have been there, for Jeremy. But he had to be a coward. He didn’t fight hard enough, he didn’t try hard enough. He could have found a way to have hidden them. Left his spying career in the dust and taken them all and ran off. He could have - and should have - done more.

He meant it, that he will always regret not being there. And he will always regret it until the day Death shows up for him. He could have made a difference for not only Scout, but his brothers. But he instead was just like the others who had entered their mother’s life. He was no better than any of them, even if he’d secretly still done more than them. What good was any of it if he wasn’t even there?

He sat there for almost an hour, alone with his thoughts, before he finally stood up and collected his discarded mask. He made his way to the bathroom to get himself ready to lay in bed all night, knowing already he won’t be able to sleep. He couldn’t look at himself in the mirror, not even a glance. He didn’t want to face that pathetic excuse of a man right now.

Spy was certainly exhausted by the time he got into bed. Just not tired. He just laid back and stared up at the ceiling as things echoed in his head. What Scout had said, things he’d said to himself many nights before, the many horrid things others have said to him in the past. It was his only company during the long, lonely night.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 scout #tf2 spy #bootleg jerma #handsome rogue #dad spy #dan writes tf2

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nyxronomicon · 2 years

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Its 11 pm diavolo brain rot hour 😜

Imagine diavolo in heat but you are in the human world. He fucking misses you and haven’t seen you in weeks. He tried to jerk himself so many times but none of them ever brought him the release he needs. Hes frustrated, sweat on his forehead, hair sticking to his face, but he doesnt feel any satisfaction…. He just tried to jerk his dick the 12th tike today and its only 3 pm. He tried everything, your pictures, videos, letters, cloths, and none of it worked. He just cant cum.

At las he had enough and just took off into the human world. Its friday night when he busted his way through hell and broke out of earth’s crust. Fuck its hot. The air is 104 degrees and his heat is getting worse because if it. He vaguely remembers your description of your apartment…. Near the park…. 6 blocks Across the junction between some big shopping center and bar/grill place…

Mans is running wildly ok, people would be suspicious of him but its a friday night, bars and busy, and from the way hes stumbling to keep his dick from leaking all over it seems hes just a drunk dude tryna get home. Finally he reached your block and hes circling around it frantically to find which floor you’re on….

Hes looking, watching the cars going in and out the parking… bingo! He saw your figure in front of the open window! And fuck do you look hot, fresh from the shower, no bra, just a thin tank top. Do you know people can see that? Can humans even see that far up? Fuck it. No one care. He needs to get to you, and he cant just step into the elevator he cant wait. He needs you.

Mans is straight up climbing your apartment like a spider… but frantic. You are just chillin by the window, Netflix open, cool night breeze settling in and then—

“m-MCCCCCCC!! MC Please 😭💕😳!!!!!”

— why the fuck is Diabby hanging onto your window????? He look like he just ran a mile, he’s flustered, haggard breathing, dilated pupils, barely dragging himself inside. And then you look down and— oh. His 🍆🍆 . You think you know why he’s here.

What ever plans you had went out the window bc this man practically burrowed himself in your hug and smashed his lips into yours It might have bruised. Within seconds your flimsy PJs are torn off and his own clothing joins them on the floor. Tldr: yall did it in every position possible on every surface of you home. The sex was so intense both of yall were sore for days afterwards. Also you got 4 noise complaints and a police request to investigate “a strange man climbing a 12 story apartment”

ughhh yes yes yes!!!!

this gave me a delicious idea for a drabble friend~

NSFW 18+ content ahead, minors & ageless blogs will be blocked :)

tw: dildo mention, biting, GN reader

After a long day at work, you sighed, returning to your apartment. You thought about the Devildom. You didn’t really miss attending class or homework, but you missed the demon brothers, your friends at Purgatory Hall, Barbatos, and of course, Diavolo.

You’d be lying if you claimed your latest dildo purchase wasn’t just the closest thing you could find to Diavolo’s cock. You had been thinking about him a lot lately. In fact, the last few hours you spent working your mind was on him.

You wondered if he thought about you as often when you opened the door to your apartment. You’d barely walked in before someone slammed the door shut again and pinned you against it in a ferocious kiss. You knew the taste, the scent, and most importantly, the rock hard cock pressing against your thighs through layers of fabric. You couldn’t help moan into your demon lover’s kiss, pleased he wanted this enough to visit.

As his tongue swirled with yours, his hands wasted no time roaming your body, feeling you in all the right places. The places he missed oh so dearly.

“I’ve missed you.” He finally pulled away when you were sufficiently breathless.

“Diavolo...” Both of you were desperately trying to catch your breath. “What are you doing here?”

His face turned red. You could feel the heat yourself he was still so close. “I’m... in heat. I couldn’t stop myself.” He hungrily kissed your neck, sloppily dragging his lips against your skin. “I need you.” You felt his fangs press against your skin in a love bite.

“Mmh...” You arched your back. He knew how much you loved it when he bit you. “Can’t say no to that...” You forgot how well he knew your body. His fingers deftly toyed with your nipples as he kissed your neck. Your fingers tangled into his hair, holding him close.

Diavolo lifted your legs and you wrapped them around his waist. He kissed your lips as he urgently carried you to the sofa. He laid on top of you, already grinding himself against your sex, eager to enter you.

“It’s gonna be a long night...” Diavolo said in a husky tone, his hand sliding up your thigh.

#sorry for the abrupt stop my brain is not functional anymore #desperate needy boi diavolo so hot #god i want him to track me down and pin me against a wall he's so needy #having severe brainrot #thirsty gray #obey me diavolo

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residents-of-the-darkforest · 11 months

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Haven't seen you since I died! (SHORT STORY)

Lanternglow grimaced as the starry, lush fields and clear water faded from below his paws, turning to dead grass that brushed at his paws and murky rivers that filled him with a sense of unease. He was a fish out of water here, herbs and a small bundle of moss in his jaws that he was afraid to let go of. Other cats offered to escort him there, but he requested to go by himself- And now he was wishing he had others with him, to keep him from being alone as he walked. The meeting was just to ensure apprentices and kits could grow up, but his heart twisted and ached imagining the illness that must spread through the Dark Forest, and he ended up going to offer some help early. Surely nobody would mind? Starclan was basically a herb-filled and moss-filled landscape with how much of the two there were, and from the smell of the forest.. He figured there wasn’t as much here.

He looked at the stream he was following, frowning as he could barely see anything- It looked more like muck than water, and it made his fur itchy just imagining swimming through it. Surely all Oceanclan cats who go here must despise the lack of clean water, he figured. It was second nature to his clan to swim through the water, live alongside the waves; To be without that would feel like torture, and he couldn’t imagine what it’d be like to stay down here for eternity, without the very thing he grew up relying on.

‘How does Sharkstar live like this?’ He thought, and his pelt prickled with anticipation at the thought of meeting his brother again. He wouldn’t admit it to other Starclan cats, but on his own he knew it so well- He missed his brother dearly, and had never been more distraught then the day he died- And the day he himself went to the stars only to find out his brother hated living among them so much, he chose to go to the Dark Forest. He was always good at muffling emotions he deemed ‘bad’- Yet finding out that Sharkstar had grown so hateful of Starclan that he refused to enter it made him curse his brother for being so stubborn, and curse his clan for forcing the stars onto a tom who was still suffering with his beliefs.

The world around him seemed to blend together as he wandered through his own thoughts, just as lost with his feelings as he was in reality. Was he mad at Sharkstar? Sad? Did he want to see him again? Was he upset at Starclan for giving his brother a choice to stay or leave, as awful as it sounded? He couldn’t figure it out, and didn’t have time to as the dirt beneath him gave way and he fell into the river with a splash.

Lanternglow panicked as he frantically tried to figure out which way was up and which way was down; He knew that he could let out some of his much-needed air and follow the bubble to the surface, but he couldn’t risk letting go of the herbs, and struggled not to hack as the disgusting fluid flooded his mouth through gaps caused by what he was holding. Was he going to die twice here, and by drowning of all things? He was Oceanclan! Drownings were few and far between! And the fallout it could cause! He desperately tried to head towards the surface, only to feel his scruff get grabbed by someone- A flash of silver and white, and then the surface showed itself again to the tortie tom as he was ungracefully tossed onto the pebble-covered shores.

He hacked and coughed as the cat resurfaced, dropping his herbs onto the ground as he struggled to regain his breath. “Knew I heard someone fall in! Walking alongside the stream unless you’re on the shore is never a good idea, the ground is weak around there-” The tom started, but cut himself off as Lanternglow heard a soft gasp. “Lantern?” He knew that voice too well. He whipped his head to look at the tom covered in black substance who quickly shook it off- His brother stood before him, a red glow around his fur and icy blue eyes devoid of life.

“SHARKSTAR!” Lanternglow rushed forward without a second thought, nearly barreling the former leader back into the river if not for Sharkstar quickly regaining his footing. The silver tom headbutted Lanternglow joyfully as the two stared, almost to make sure that the other was real, before Sharkstar spoke again; his normally smug voice full of concern. “What’re you doing here, Lan!? Don’t tell me they kicked you out, if they did I’m gonna-” Sharkstar looked in the direction of where he came with a snarl, and Lanternglow quickly tried to calm his sibling down.

“Nononono,” He said quickly. “I came to visit, there was this meeting where we might be able to start helping kits and apprentices over to grow up and maybe eventually we’ll be able to bring herbs and I wanted to get a bit of a headstart and bring some herbs over! Maybe you can even start growing them here so sickness is less frequent or something?” Lanternglow rambled, picking up the moss bundle with his claws and squeezing some of the river.. He didn’t want to call it water, it wasn’t water; substance out of it. Sharkstar stared at Lanternglow with a confused look, then looked back. “If you get in trouble for it, I’m going to rip someone apart.”

Lanternglow grimaced, but forced a smile. Glad to see that his brother didn’t change… Somewhat.

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Got inspiration from the story about the Starclan-Dark Forest meeting, and wanted to give my first cat on this blog some attention! Sharkstar meets his brother again.

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT MIGHT BE BAD BECAUSE YOU’RE TIRED, THIS WAS GREAT??!

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jakekiszkaenthusiast · 2 years

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do you like it?

pairing: jake kiszka x reader

warnings: SMUT, dom jake, all the filthy good stuff.

author’s note: i’m still technically taking a break and i know it didn’t last very long but i was talking about this with a friend and i just had to make it into something sooo here i hope you enjoy and goodbye again sksks

- what are you up to today, darling?

- out getting a surprise for you!

- should i be worried?

- maybe…you’ll have to wait and see when you get back from tour.

you place your phone down on the soft plastic of the table, almost sticky with still-drying antibacterial spray. the artist tells you to hop up, and settle yourself while she prepared the ink, needle and gun.

jake is going to love this.

it takes a few weeks to heal, but you don’t mind- every time you catch a glimpse of the small heart adorning your hip, a shiver of excitement runs along your spine. when it becomes painless to touch, you run your fingers over the lines; tracing the heart, the red horns and tail, before delicately pressing the crescent-moon of your pinky nail against the tiny ‘J’ in the center of the heart.

as the time goes by, you become worried. worried that jake wouldn’t be as flattered as you had hoped, worried that maybe you had got the wrong idea and he actually hated tattoos. after all, neither jake nor any of his brothers had tattoos-maybe they just weren’t his thing. and maybe that would taint his opinion of, his appreciation for you.

you couldn’t help but let those anxious thoughts fester and bubble to the surface until you found yourself pacing the house on the evening of jake’s return, waiting for him with baited breath and sweating palms. usually you were absolutely ecstatic for him to come home after months on the road, but this time you’d rather he stay away for longer, to prevent you from the rejection you are sure to face when he sees the tiny etching across your skin.

you hear the front door snap shut and the sound of various bags dropping to the floor, followed by a loud sigh. slow footsteps through the house make your chest tighten.

treading into the house you meet him halfway in the living room, and you feel any ounce of worry melt off of you. he was home, finally. his arms opened instinctively and you all but run to be encased in them, humming and sighing contentedly while he whispers against your hair about how badly he missed you.

“god, i missed you.” he mumbles, squeezing you tighter while your hands rub along his back.

“missed you more.”

“nope, not possible.”

“don’t start, kiszka.” you warn, and he laughs quietly.

you pull away to look at him fully, brushing a soft finger over his sharp jaw and lightly hollowed cheeks, beaming when his brown eyes flutter as you gently map over the lips you missed so dearly.

he presses a small kiss against your fingertips, and his large hands trail to rest at the small of your back, fiddling with the hem of your thin shirt. goosebumps cover the skin that his fingers reach, causing a rough shiver to take over your shoulders.

jake pulls you closer to his body once more, a different look in his eyes as they fall upon your mouth. his lips crash against yours fervently, taking all the breath from your lungs, and your arms scramble to wrap around his neck, tugging him closer and closer until there was no room to move. you feel him press against you, his hands moving from your back to your front to wrench your flimsy shirt over your head, briefly disconnecting your desperate lips.

“missed you so much.” he murmurs, voice slurred with lust as he eyed over your bare chest.

“you already said that.” you commented, breathless, reaching out for his neck to yank him closer back to you.

“you can’t imagine the amount of nights i spent, hard and lonely for you. no photo you sent compares to the real thing- god. not even that polaroid of my cock in your mouth in my wallet.”

he hurried out his words, desperate to tell you everything as quickly as physically possible before taking rough hold of your ass beneath your skirt and pressing your whole body against his. you moaned against his swollen lips- he took firm hold of your chin with his free hand and sucked the very tip of your tongue, and you thought your eyes actually rolled back into your head at the lewd act.

“bedroom?” you gasp out, and he shakes his head.

“no time, need to be inside you now.”

you run a hand along his front, rubbing against his quickly hardening dick, hidden but oh-so obvious for you to see, while his hips slowly rock in time with your hand. his eyes fall shut for a moment, sighing as you gently release his zipper and button, and finally wrap your hand around him through his boxers.

while you gently stroke his cock, his hands find your skirt and pull it off your body, watching it pool at your feet with a smirk on his face. he hooks a finger under the strap of your underwear, running it along the expanse of your hip.

it seemed you were far too late in realising your mistake. before you could even begin to divert his attention, his finger stops. you hold your breath, waiting for him to move or do something.

“what is that?” he asks, his finger still hooked onto your underwear. you take in a shaky breath before looking down at his hand and your hip.

“oh, that?”

“yes, that. is it real?”

“uh-uhm, yeah.”

a beat of silence ensues for far too long, and you shift uncomfortably while you wait to gauge his reaction.

“if you don’t like it i can wear stuff to hide it or get it covered up or removed or-“

“-hold on, who said i didn’t like it?” he interrupts your panicked ramblings, letting go of the strap with a painless snap against your skin.

“i..you like it?” you’re incredulous at the possibility, having been so caught up in scenarios of him finding it disgusting, without stopping to think that he might not find it so bad.

“i think…i think it’s kinda hot.” he mumbles, unable to tear his eyes away from it. the pad of his finger is pretty much bigger than the whole thing, but he still attempts to softly trace over it while you watch with your mouth hanging open.

“you do?” you whisper.

he finally looks back up to meet your eyes, and you find that they’re half-lidded, drunk on lust. the tattoo seems to have only heightened his already clouded senses, his hands squeezing into the flesh of your hips while he struggles to breathe properly.

“i think it’s the hottest thing i’ve ever fucking seen, angel.” his voice lowers into a gravelly, deep hum, and he slowly leans in until he’s speaking directly against your parted lips.

you twist your fingers through his hair, tugging him tightly to you while you kiss him roughly, shoving your tongue past his lips to find his own and beginning something sloppy and desperate, panting into each other’s mouths with small whines and moans escaping into the room.

suddenly, jake pulls away. you protest loudly, reaching out your hands for him, which he takes roughly and holds in his fists. his eyes are back on the tattoo, a smirk moulding his face into a cocky expression.

“you really got my initial tattooed on you forever?” he asks, as if he was amused by the concept.

“well, sure- it’s a j, but who says it’s for jake? your brother’s name begins with a j, too.” you tease, still fighting against his hands, which tighten at your implication.

“you wanna try that again, sweetheart? you seem to be confused.” his voice turns harder, a glint of warning in his eyes.

“j for josh. duh.”

that seems to be the final straw, because he quickly releases your hands to free his own and find the straps of your underwear, wrenching them down until you’re completely naked in front of him, and he merely has his jeans undone. he slowly stalks you backwards, eyes on you like a predator watching prey, until you’re leaning against the back of the couch, his hands squeezing your hips tightly.

jake steadily made his way down onto his knees, making sure your eyes stay on him as he goes. he sticks his tongue out and it soon makes contact with your stomach- he draws a wet, invisible line along your abdomen, pressing sporadic kisses and nipping his teeth gently into the skin he grazes across. he finds your hipbone, paying special attention to the area; and when you hiss after his teeth sink into the taught skin, you could swear his pupils dilate, his eyes now a dark, almost black shade.

when he’s satisfied that he’s marked you up well enough, he finally trails his mouth to your hip. he kisses around the tattoo, licking circles and stripes just above or below it until you’re worried he’d ignore it forever. you wish he’d move his skilled mouth between your legs instead, in all honesty, and fuck the tattoo if that’s what it cost. your eyes fall shut, a gust of air huffing from your chest.

“look at me.” he commands, and you’re in no real position to disobey. your eyes flick open to meet his, and his mouth twitches.

“who’s name is on you, tattooed into your skin until you die?” he asks.

“josh’s.” you breathe, still willing to play this little game with him. he sighs, shaking his head.

he gently guides his mouth to your core, dripping and ready for anything he may give you, running his tongue over your sensitive clit.

“try.” he pushes a finger inside of you, your sharp gasp piercing the room.

“again.” he presses another finger in, nudging your sweet spot until you cry out, your head sagging to your chest while you watch him work his long fingers in and out of you.

“i don’t-i don’t know.” you stutter out. you want to keep playing the game, teasing him until he grows wild with jealousy, but he was making it very hard to remember your own name, never mind his brother’s.

“i think you do, and you’re just being an attention seeking slut. am i right?” he asks, his lips brushing against your clit. your whole body shudders at the contact, and your hands fly to grip his hair tightly.

“yes, yes, you’re right. i’m sorry, it’s your name- it’s only your name, jake.” you gasp out, whining while he gently sucks on the sensitive bundle of nerves in such a way that your legs are already shaking.

“and what’s your name?” he tantalises, quirking an eyebrow as he waits for your response.

“i’m an attention seeking slut, jake.” you mumble, cheeks flushing red when you realise he got you to degrade yourself without even actually asking you to.

you can’t stay chagrined for long, because his fingers suddenly speed up. now you had given in and admitted defeat, he was going to reward you with an orgasm. one of your hands stays tethered in jake’s wild hair, while the other anchors yourself against the couch- jake had slowly broken you down into a melted, contorted thing trying your best to stay stood leaning on the couch, but your knees were slowly getting weaker and weaker until you were sure jake was supporting your whole weight with his hands and face.

he hummed and moaned from underneath you, encouraging you to let go of the white-hot rod of energy in your stomach threatening to snap and shatter into a million pieces, while you desperately tried to prolong the pleasure you were feeling for as long as possible. but his mouth was too good, and his fingers too skilled for your goal to last long.

you came all over his face before you even knew what was happening- it felt as though you took in a deep breath and suddenly you were transported to the present you hadn’t realised you were missing from, moaning with such primal force you’d be embarrassed if you were anything more than this barely lucid creature grinding against jake’s face.

“i fucking missed that. shit, i almost came in my pants like a teenager.” he chuckled after pulling himself from between your legs- you hadn’t noticed your thighs clamping around his head, but he made no complaints.

you could see how hard he was from here, and so tugged on his hands to pull him up, desperate for him to fill you up and pound into you until you cried. you needed it- you both needed it.

“fuck me, jake.” you basically demand, and his eyebrows crease.

“i’m sorry, who’s in charge?” he asks, feigning confusion.

“i just need you to fuck me. you’re being so slow and i want it so bad.” you grumble, a sharp gasp falling from your lips when he takes your face in his hand, squishing your cheeks together tightly until it ached.

“i-“

“-get on the floor and beg for my cock, since you seem to think you deserve it so much.” his voice borders on a growl, and you feel arousal and cum begin to slip down your thighs.

he releases your face without care for your body, and you slink to your knees without protest. looking up at him, you see how far gone he is- face shiny with cum and sweat, lips parted, chest heaving, while his hair sticks to his face and neck in damp tendrils. he looked fucked out, and you have to rub your thighs together at the mere sight of him.

“i don’t hear you begging, angel.” he urges you impatiently, taking a handful of your hair to snap you back to reality.

“please, jake. please, please fuck me. i want your cock, i need it so bad. jakey, please, i’ll be really good from now on and do everything you ask.” you whine out, and you decide to push aside the fact that you’re so eager and willing to beg for him like a cock-hungry whore without second thought that you really should be embarrassed.

you aren’t.

“you’ll do everything i ask?” he repeats, and takes hold of his dick, letting it spring from the tight confines of his boxers.

“everything. anything. just please fuck me.” you beg again, shifting around as your thighs become even more slick with arousal.

“you beg really pretty, baby. can you open your mouth for me?” his fingers tighten in your hair, and you oblige, sticking your tongue out for further measure.

jake lets a trail of saliva fall from his mouth until it reaches your tongue, watching you carefully while you swallow it down eagerly.

“good girl. you can stand up now. i wanna fuck you on our bed, so lead the way.” he helps you stand up and lets you walk ahead of him to the bedroom, a soft squeak leaving you when he sends a sharp slap to your ass.

you slowly crawl onto the bed, knowing how he wanted you- on your knees, with your chest pressed into the comforter. you settled while he undressed, kicking off his boots, pants and boxers, shrugging out of his shirt, too.

“oh, you really are desperate for my dick. you’re doing everything perfectly just so i’ll fuck you, aren’t you?”

you feel the bed dip as he gets comfortable behind you, and begins dragging the head of his cock through your folds, groaning about how wet you are for him.

“all for you, jake. please, just fuck me.” you whisper.

he pushes in without further encouragement, quickly moving until you’re moaning under his frantic hips. you feel his necklace dangling against your back, and with every thrust, you feel the soft tickle of his long hair too.

“that fucking tattoo. god, you belong to me. no one else. mine forever.” he grunts out in time with his thrusts, fanning hot hair over your face as he reaches to speak against your ear, the low hum of his voice making you clench around him.

“you like my voice, baby? well, i like talking. i like telling you that you’re mine. because you are, aren’t you?”

you realise quickly that you’re expected to answer, but you’re not sure you could form words if you try, so you opt for a loud whine that hopefully communicates to him how completely, totally and utterly his you are. you could only ever belong to him. you knew that, and he knew that, no matter how much you teased.

“i know, i know. you can take it, you’re doing so well. missed this so much, i’m never letting you stay home when i tour again. this is too good to leave at home.” he pounds into you as he speaks, and you’re not entirely sure he has total control over what is coming out of his mouth. his breathing comes in great, ragged sighs against your cheek.

you begin to feel that sensation building deep in your stomach again, and your legs begin to shake with the force of his thrusts. your impending orgasm flutters and twitches around jake’s cock, driving deep into you, and he groans loudly at the feeling.

“are you gonna cum all over my cock, angel? be a good girl and do it for me, need to feel it happening.”

you whimper and moan, letting your orgasm hit you roughly, writhing around under jake’s body while he continues to fuck you and chase his own high- though you know it’ll be soon, because he starts to slow his hips, and you can hear his gasping breaths change.

he slows his pace even more until he’s thrusting deep and hard into you like a slow, rhythmic drum, while he continues to deliver filthy things straight to your ear.

“only i can fuck you. i’m your only j, forever- you couldn’t find a better fit if you tried. only i get to say that you’re my favourite girl, only i can cum right here.” he mumbles and groans his words of possession and love until he cums, shuddering with ecstasy while he spills into you, hot and wet.

you lay flopped onto the bed as he slips out, face pressed into a pillow while you attempt to catch your breath. you aren’t expecting jake to prod a finger back inside of you, but he always did take you by surprise.

“i want you to keep all that in there. be a good girl and keep my cum inside of you.” he demands, and slips another finger in to emphasise his point.

he fucks a blend of his cum and yours back into you, thumb rubbing over your sensitive clit, and your toes curl at the feeling. your entire body is completely pressed into the bed, limp and lame for jake to manipulate and do with as he pleases.

“you wanna cum again, hm? you think you can give me another?” his fingers speed up as you moan muffled sounds into the comforter, and he chuckles quietly at the state you’re in.

“c’mon, angel. i know you can cum again, you deserve it so much. just give in and let go.”

it doesn’t take long for you to start grinding your hips along with his fingers, until he doesn’t have to do anything and merely holds his hand there for you to fuck yourself stupid on. your moans, though muffled, still rang loudly throughout the room, but jake made no effort to quell the sounds- he loved every noise you made and, if he could, would have them playing on an endless loop in his ear.

jake roughly slaps both of your ass cheeks as you fuck yourself on his other hand, quietly groaning to himself as he watches his own handprint develop across the plush skin. he gives you a few more slaps until your ass is red and raw, and you’re whining loudly into the comforter.

you finally cum, shuddering and screaming jake’s name one final time until you flop completely still, absolutely spent. he removes his fingers gently and presses a line of kisses up your spine until he finds your cheek.

“you did so good, angel.” he whispered.

“i know.” you sighed back, still dazed and fucked out.

he laughed at your response, helping you roll over onto your back and standing up to fetch you things to clean up with.

not without leaning down and pressing the softest of kisses to the tattoo adorning your hip first, though.

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arcadejohn127-9 · 3 years

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I read the Diavolos ball and angsty stuff, can I please please please get a happy ending to go with it?

This has been a highly requested and I must give my poor followers comfort after this straight up angst

So everyone, let's get into it! Some hurt and comfort to soothe your hearts

Warning: angst, long

I'll be putting this under readmore as it is long and I have had someone before say they wanted me to add it on long posts, I never really got any feedback about what I could do better and how this will help with people's viewing but I understand why, long posts can be annoying

If you guys think I should do this with all my long posts please comment or dm me or even state it in asks/requests - I wanna do what I can to make things enjoyable for people

Part 1 - beginning

Diavolo's ball aftermath

It's been a few days since they've seen you; they expected to find you in the dorm. Some fear you went back to the human world; there was no messages, no note - there was nothing. You were completely gone.

Everyone was losing it. The brothers got more aggressively with each other, no longer able to have you come between them. Your presence was so soothing to all of them but now you were gone. As soon as they realized you were gone the whole air of the dorm shifted. It wasn't right.

Mammon got desperate to know where you were. He handed one of his crows a necklace he got you, you promised to never take it off. His heart shattered when he saw it was on your desk. He wasn't sure what he did wrong - why did you take it off? What happened to you?

It wasn't long before the crow came back to the devildom; reporting that you were in fact in the human world. The brothers were devastated. They had to tell the others and they had to watch the hopeful shine in their eyes die.

They could all feel thankful you were unharmed but you were so far. You did this to get away from them. You didn't even leave a damn note!

Diavolo ordered everyone to go to the human world. They all split up into different parties to get you, whoever could get you first had to interrogate you. It didn't take a genius to understand that the Noble told you something horrible - why else would you have such a reaction? Barbatos was tasked to 'calmly discuss' that night with said noble but regardless of how rough and merciless he was; he refused to talk.

It was wasting time and energy. If he wasn't going to talk then they had to get the answer from you. A few were able to gather the gist of what he told you from your conversation before you disappeared; you were convinced you were being used and just a replacement, a pawn to them.

They wanted the full story. The whole reason. Anything! Just to understand why you would push them away and disappear like this. What have they done to make the nobles words feel so real to you? They needed to fix it.

The demon brother's split into a team of two; eldest and youngest, the royals stayed together and the elder exchange students were a double team aswell.

The crows lead the teams their way, splitting up to different routes to see if they could circle you so they could talk to you even if you decided to run.

In the end they found you, you were across the pavement, a train coming. The pedestrian stop dinged as it commanded people to stop but the men couldn't help themselves.

"(Y/N)!!!"

You whipped around, shocked. You thought your ears were playing tricks on you but there was the boys. Your boys. Tears bubbled in your eyes. You couldn't believe it. They followed you to the human world.

The world slowed down; the wind blowing against you as your eyes widened at the sight of them. They looked exhausted, some even with tear streaked cheeks. The more impulsive bunch being held back so they don't go running towards you. The street lights illuminated all of you; their appearance looked just as broken as their hearts.

The train rammed itself between you all. Disturbing the moment with its blaring horn, the screeching wheels ringing in your ears. It was the second you had to decide; do you run? Or do you stay?

To let them get you and finally face your emotions or run away, avoid everything and keep letting despair consume you.

You stayed. You couldn't move at all. It was if you were glued to the spot. But you knew it was just your heart aching for them; desperate to hold them and cry out your pain.

As soon as they could, they all rushed to your side. Hugging you, grabbing at your arms and head to pull you close to them. You choked on your tears as you let the 11 men hug you and check your face and clothes. All just wanting to make sure you were really there and unharmed.

You missed them all dearly and you were so happy they missed you too.

But then the big question was asked.

"what happened that night?"

"he said he was happy to meet me...asked for a dance and I said yes, I never should of, he kept telling me I was just Diavolo's pawn, Lilith's replacement and convinced me none of actually cared for me....I believed him.....I felt so unsure and he knew so much about us I just couldn't stop the doubts in my head....I'm so sorry-!"

Lucifer:

He couldn't believe that noble said that to you

He hastily grabbed your face, wiping away your tears

"You will never be and never have been her replacement, you are your own person, your connection to our sister means nothing other than comfort that she was able to be happy and that's it - I apologize if we have made you feel like you are a replacement and have compared you to her.... please understand we just miss her very dearly but we all want you in our life more than anything."

You buried your face into his shoulder

Sobbing your heart out as you kept chanting apologies and gratitude in a broken voice

He silenced you, holding you close

The prideful demon hid his face as best as he could and let tears drip down his cheeks

He was so relived to have you back

It seemed that noble wasn't only going to be visited by barbatos

Lucifer was not known for being merciful

Mammon:

He grabbed your arm and hastily tugged you towards him

His other hand cradled the back of your head

"Don't ever run away again, you understand?! I'm supposed to be the one protecting ya and how am I supposed to do that if you're off running in different realms without telling anyone??!! That noble doesn't know anything! I don't know how he knew about Lilith but you ain't her, you're (Y/N) And that's it! You are your own person - you gotta call out my dumbass-ary if I compare or make you feel that way, I would never do it on purpose! I like you and only you! I can't lose you again!"

He pushed his forhead against yours

A shaky exhale leaving him

You tried to apologize but he cut you right off, hugging you closer

He was going to make that Noble pay for ever making you doubt yourself like this

To doubt how much he loves you

Levithan:

He was already crying

He was crying before you even considered crying

He rushed to you and grabbed your hands

"I got so scared I did something, Don't listen to that normie! Normies are losers for a reason! There's no one else I would want as my best friend - no one will ever be a better game partner than you! You always make me feel happy and proud to be me-! I couldn't ask for anything more from you! I miss Lilith but I miss you even more! You're my favourite person, you're not some replacement, you're you! You're my player 2-! I'm sorry if I made you feel like you're not as amazing as you are, please don't leave again!"

It wasn't long after his speech he hugged you

Squeezing you tightly as he relished in having you back in real life 3D

since you were gone he kept playing as your game avatars

Using ai set ups to feel like he was with you again in VR

That noble will not stand a chance against his fury

Satan:

He wasn't sure if he was mad at you or himself

It was most likely both - mad you left and let someone just destory so much work and progression in one meeting

But mad at himself for not making you feel secure

He couldn't bring himself to hug you but that was because he was scared he wouldn't let go

"I knew that Noble was nothing but a menace-! You can't listen to people like him, he's just trying to get to you and tear us apart - I don't know why he would do that but he isn't right, he will never EVER be right! You are yourself and never will be Lilith, I didn't get to me her or really know who she was but I do know you will never be her and never were her! I care so much about you and I will make sure to keep my stupid brothers to never make you feel that way again, I've missed you so much (Y/N)."

In the end, he fell into your arms

Holding you tight as he let out his tears of frustration go

You apologized but he just told you to shut up, he didn't want you to be sorry for being the victim

He already had plans on what he's going to do to that noble, trying to push those thoughts away

Focusing on how wonderful it is to have you close

Asmodeus:

As soon as he could reach you, he pulled you into an embrace

Shaking his head as tears streamed down

His makeup already starting to to drip along work his tears

"No! No! No! Noooo!! Don't listen to that horrible noble! He isn't right at all, he doesn't know anything about us or you! He obviously doesn't know how much we care about you and like you as your own person, I never meant to make you feel as if you were some sort of replacement! Lilith was her own being and so are you, your connection means nothing! I i will always be happy knowing my sister got to live the life she wanted but you aren't apart of that, your life is your own and you are nothing like her! I love you because you're you! I couldn't imagine ever loving someone as much as I love you, please come back to the devildom!"

He nuzzled his cheek against yours

Thankful to have you back in his arms again

He didn't like getting his hands messy but no one was going to make you feel that way ever again

He didn't care about that demons status

Beezlebub:

His hand landed on the top of your head

You flinched not expecting such a gentle pat but it only broke his heart more

"That noble knows nothing about you or any of us, he's turned my sister into an enemy to our relationship and I will not let that go on for any longer! You are not her and not her replacement, how dare he make you feel that way! you're apart of my family and I'll have it no other way, I really love you and missed you everyday you were gone - I was scared I'd never feel full again, you make me feel complete and when you disappeared I knew I wouldn't be able to protect you, I would of never forgiven myself if you got hurt! I want to always be able to protect you and have you by my side and make you feel happy - I promise I won't fail you again."

He almost fell to his knees once he was done

He was ready to swear to you on one knee, like a true knight

But instead hugged you

Mindful not to squeeze too hard but let himself be selfish and hold you tighter than he would normally dare to

He was one prone to be violent unless it was in sports or he was starved - the Noble starved him of your touch and kindness

He'll break more than just rooms once he gets his hands on that Noble

Belphegor:

He spun you to face him

Demanding

Needing your attention on him

It was only a few days but it felt like forever since he's had your eyes on him

"You're no pawn and no replacement, you are you and that's all I want, I don't want any one else, I know I've made you feel like a replacement - i did something horrible to you and then tried to make it seem like it was all okay after, I'm always trying to make up for that day but I know that is something that will always effect us! I missed you so much....you are your own person and you've helped me be a better person, come back home and let me make this right......you're all I want and need."

He broke down crying

Hanging his head low and it dropped onto your shoulder

He loosely held your waist whilst you gripped onto him tight

If everyone thought choking you was bad, just wait until they see what he plans to do with that noble

He couldn't stand seeing you so upset anymore

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Diavolo:

He gently held your arm

Giving it a small squeeze as tears built up

"He said all that? I'm sorry he made you feel like that, to feel such confliction and dread, You are never will be or were my pawn, you're a fantastic student and wonderful person who's did more than I've ever imagined Someone could do, if I could have asked you myself properly to be apart of the exchange program I would of but the world is not yet ready to merge and be aware of our existence.... please you have my deepest apologies and regrets that you felt this way and I've allowed such a person in my court, I will do whatever I can to make this right."

The tears finally fell and he became selfish

Hugging you tight against him, his fingers brushing against any skin he could touch

He couldn't dare to think how he'll be when you finally do leave the program

But until that time comes he needed to make it a good experience for you

If what barbatos did to him wasn't enough to convince him then he will not go back on his word

He'll fix this and do whatever he can to make all the pain stop

Barbatos:

He sighed in relief seeing you in the flesh

Knees buckling as he stood before you

His knuckles bloodied and bruised under his gloves

"I should of been more comforting when I found you, if I had known that was what he said I would of never let him be apart of the lord's court or be at that party, believe me when I say you are not a pawn or someone's replacement - you are so much more than that, you are you and someone that's made me feel closer to the present, to act quicker and stop using endless time as a excuse, I will fix this and make him regret ever uttering a word to you, I promise you."

Your touch was as gentle as ever

He caved, leaning against you

Happy to be able to make amends and fix the situation

The nobles dealt with him once and no matter what he did it wasn't enough

But he was merely holding back to be a gentleman, even if that noble now looks like a beaten raisin

It seemed he will have to do much worse to send everyone's message across

Solomon:

His face was gentle yet scolding

He gently brushed your cheek, wiping away a stray tear

"don't run off next time something like this happens, your life is so short and I hate to think would could happen if I lost you because you felt isolated even from me, you though you could find solace as both of us are humans but I was slow to understand your needs - you are deeply loved by everyone, I envy how much love you get and that's why I can't stand to see you run! I also love you and your presence, you have been so kind to me and I still have so much to teach you- please believe me when I say you're no one's pawn or replacement, you're important because you're you."

You crumbled completely

He hugged you as you apologized, calling yourself an idioit

But it only made him tsk, rubbing your back as he filled your ears with praises

He was sure the demons were going to rip that Noble to shreds but he couldn't help but desire his own revenge

Seeing you like this hurt him so much

Simeon:

He was so quick and gentle you could of mistaken him as a feather

He embraced you, cradling your head and rubbed soothing circles between your shoulder blades

"I was worried about you, I took you home and then I learn you've completely disappeared! No warning or note behind, you ran away - your feelings are extremely valid and I understand why you did this, It must of been so conflicting and you needed space to think and reflect, you're so strong (Y/N)! but you are also smarter than this, I feel ashamed knowing I haven't showed you how much I appreciate you being in my life and make sure you feel secure in the Devildom, I want to look over you but I've failed you already, that Noble does not know what he's talking about regardless of the information he has! I would never let anyone use you or let anyone treat you as some replacement, we all care so much about you."

He slightly swayed with you in his arms

Overwhelmed by his fears and the emotions that were rushing through him

He promised to never harm an innocent soul

That noble did not have one

He will leave the more physically destructive rage to the others

Wanting to merely talk and show the noble the error of his ways

Bonus:

You were back in the Devildom, Everyone was making sure to spend extra time with you. So happy to have you back and wanting to work on making you feel more secure. You couldn't stop how fast your heart was beating from all the overwhelming joy you felt.

It felt so good to be back. But you nagging worry remained in your head; what was going to happen to the Noble? you wished you could go up to him and yell at him. Prove him wrong and make him regret ever making you spiral like that.

When you brought up the idea, the men all looked at each other. A knowing look in their eye.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N) but I think it's best you don't see him but rest assured, we've dealt with him on your behalf and understand your wishes - let us know how we can help you feel resolved from that situation if this is unsatisfactory."

Diavolo answered. If it weren't the state the noble was in they'd happily let you chew him out but your heart and mind have been through enough already. No need to add on to the hurt with seeing what was left of him. They couldn't stand to see you upset again.

But you agreed, thanking them for their support and handling the situation. Unaware of their true actions. They all wished you a great day before going back to their own private meeting.

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may-fanfic · 3 years

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Draw Me Nearer

summary: before wanda leaves for her mission, the two of you have an unforgettable night

warnings: oral sex, fingering

rating: i cannot stress this enough, 18+!!!!!!!!!

word count: 2,312

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a/n: i can’t get the idea out of my head that wanda would literally be the softest person ever during sex so i had to write about it, hope you enjoy 💕

((feel free to send in any request you may have))

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it was the night before Wanda's mission, you could tell she was nervous but tried to keep her emotions at bay as she laid in your bed. you hated the fact that you wouldn't be there for this certain mission. she had been going away for months with Steve while you were leaving with Natasha and Tony. you hated the idea of being apart from wanda for so long but you knew it was your duty and you couldn't just run away from it, as much as you wanted to.

you let out a sigh as you glanced at wanda from over your shoulder. you couldn't help but wonder how you'd get through no contact with wanda for moments, the thought of not hearing her sweet voice before bed left you with a bitter feeling. "whatcha thinking about?" you asked softly causing the girl to sit up from your bed, looking over at you.

"Just you." she sighed softly, this was really taking a toll on her. there was no way she could go months without you. she knew she'd be busy with what the mission entailed but when she was alone at night, her thoughts would wander, that's when she'd miss you the most. you were there for her ever since the death of her brother and now she wasn't sure she could cope without you.

you let out a gentle hum, crawling over to her on the bed until you were sat in her lap. "I'll be fine," you reassured, your hands moving to cup her cheeks. she leaned into them almost immediately, melting at the soft contact that she knew she'd miss dearly. "I don't know if I'll be," she confessed, her eyes watered, lips quivering gently. you frowned down at the girl as her hands snacked over your waist, holding you in place on top of her.

"I can't imagine going so many months without you." she knew she was attached to you completely, she just needed you always. her eyes snapped away from yours when a tear slipped out. she was embarrassed with herself for crying in front of you. "baby, look at me." you softly nudged the girl's chin up so she could meet your eyes once again. they were bloodshot from her crying but they still held the same spark as always. "we'll get through this... just like we always do." you assured, smiling sadly down at her. she let out a shaky breath, her frown deepening. she knew you were right but that didn't make it hurt any less.

"Just promise me you'll be careful?" her voice had some desperation laced into them, you knew all she needed was a little reassurance and you were more than happy to give it to her. "nothing is gonna happen to me, wanda." your hands moved to wrap around her shoulders, pulling her into a tight, warm hug. you were often reckless during mission and wanda would have to come to your aid more than enough times for her to worry, she just hoped Natasha and Tony would have your back the way she did.

"I'm gonna miss you." you croaked out, nuzzling your face into the nape of her neck. she sniffled lightly, her hands moving to caress your spine. "I'll miss you too." she pressed a soft kiss against your shoulder. when you pulled away from the embrace, it made her let out a groan because she could stay like that forever, she really wanted to. wanda knew she had to be up and out of the compound by the crack of dawn and she should sleep but she wanted to spend as much time with you as possible before she had to go.

you offered her a sweet smile when your gaze met hers, staring at the witch with nothing but adoration. "I love you." she let the words fall into the silence for the first time and for a second, her heart dropped because your smile flattered away and now you were staring blankly at her. "you..." you trailed off for a moment too long and wanda gulped, however, your smile resurfaced and she could breathe again. "you love me?" your eyes clouded with tears and wanda couldn't help but grin up at you as her hands moved from your back to cup your cheeks.

"of course I do, detka." the wind was knocked out of her when you crashed your lips against hers, she wasn't complaining. the kiss was rough and full of passion. it made her jaw burn with every second she kissed you back. of course, you and wanda had shared kisses before but they were always sweet, tender, and almost innocent, it was never like this. wanda could feel the desperation in you, she could feel the same in herself. you pulled away from her lips for a moment, the two of you recovering from the breathy kiss. your forehead rested against hers, taking soft deep breaths before you could speak again.

"I love you, wanda." her lips curved into a dopey smile, the thought of her leaving had been pushed so far back into her mind because this was all that mattered right now, just you and her. she leaned up, her lips catching yours once again. the kiss was much softer this time, still filled with the same passion as before. her body craved yours, she knew it. everything in the air was completely different tonight and if wanda was honest, she was completely nervous. she knew this kiss would lead to something that neither of you had yet to explore with each other but she couldn't be more excited.

her tongue glided softly against your bottom lip, almost begging for entrance and when you parted your lips, she didn't waste a moment to ease her tongue into your mouth. your hands had been gripping Wanda's cheeks while hers wrapped back around you, hugging you tightly into her body. you loved the closeness that you felt to her, it had been something so new and fresh, you couldn't help but want more. her tongue explored your mouth before her tongue caressed your own. when you moaned into her mouth, wanda felt a wave of confidence. she felt like she could take on the whole world at the moment, she'd do anything to hear you moan out like that again.

the kiss broke when Wanda tugged at the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and off your body discarding it somewhere in the room. she took a moment to look over your body, letting out a soft sigh. her hand moved to cup your jaw, tilting it upwards to give her more space to leave soft open-mouthed kisses along your neck. your eyes were fluttered closed, lips parted as soft hums of approval slipped out. it wasn't until she bit down and sucked harshly did a shaky moan escape your lips. she couldn't help the way her smile grew at the sound.

you knew there would be a bruise from how hard she had been sucking on your skin but you couldn't seem to care as her kisses trailed down to the curve of your breast. your hands moved to her hair, grasping gently at her red locks. wanda grew eager, her fingers moving to gently brush off your bra straps until they hung freely, pressing kisses on the now-empty skin that was once occupied by your straps. your breathing hitched when her hands worked around your back to unclasp your bra.

wanda's eyes snapped up to yours, although your eyes were shut closed, her abrupt pause made them open, meeting her sweet gaze. you knew wanda didn't wanna push her limits but all you wanted was her so you took the initiative to shrug off your bra, tossing it aside just as she had done with your shirt moments before.

she was gentle as her hands moved to cup your breast, her lips meeting yours once again hasty. you let out a soft yelp when her teeth sunk into your bottom lip, her thumbs brushing over your nipples. the kiss was breathy and rough as she leaned forward until you were resting against the bed, the witch quickly took her place on top of you, her fingers moving swiftly to undo the strings of your sweatpants. butterflies erupted from your stomach when her hand moved down your body and into your sweatpants that now loosely hung off your waist.

wanda had been new to this all, she had only known what she liked and she only hoped that she was doing it right. when her fingers began to move against your core, a soft moan escaped your throat, jerking your hips up to meet wanda's hand, even more, wanda felt confident that she knew enough. your hands had been resting against wanda's hips so with a quick tug, her shirt was off and you were quick to lean your head up to press rough open-mouthed kisses to her neck.

her soft moans echoed through the room, her fingers moving much quicker against your core. you had expectations when it came to sleeping with wanda, you knew that she had never done it before so you really hadn't expected much but you should've known better considering the girl always worked with her hands.

you could feel a knot form in your stomach, your moans more prominent than before. wanda snuck her hand out from your pants causing you to drop your head against the mattress in frustration but that didn't last long as her soft lips moved down to press feather-like kisses to your each of your breast. before you could even melt at the feeling, her lips moved down your stomach until she had been kissing at your lower abdomen. you sucked in your breath, your hand tangling itself around her hair.

the kisses made your body grow warm as you buckled your hips up with instinct. wanda moved quickly to tug off your pants, you helped kick them off so wanda didn't need to move from her position between your thighs. you suddenly felt your cheeks warm up when wanda's eyes once again met yours. you wanted so bad to cover your face with your hands because her gaze had been so intimidating at that moment but instead, you gazed back at her, waiting eagerly for her to continue.

you were almost relieved when she did, her warm lips moving to press kisses on your core through your panties. the contact was enough to make your toes curl as her tongue began to poke out and lick up and down until she declared that the fabric was only in the way and with that, she tugged it off. the moan you let out when wanda's lips reconnected with your bare core had been embarrassingly loud.

wanda seemed like a pro as she licked and sucked on your clit, her hands moving to rest softly on your inner thighs to prevent you from closing them at all. you were a shaking mess as your hand clawed at her hand, pushing her closer to you despite her not being able to be much closer. one of her hands snuck up your body to softly grip at the hand that laid flat on the bed, intertwining her hands with yours.

she knew you had been so close and she wanted nothing more than to help you achieve your finish so she didn't think much before she used her other hand to push pass your folds, guiding them inside of you with ease. the action made you grip your hand tightly against hers, your moans louder than ever as she thrust her fingers in and out of you, her tongue working wonders at your clit.

you loved every second of it and you never wanted it to end, that feeling came crashing down when your orgasm washed over you like a wave. it was so sudden and abrupt. her fingers slowed until she deemed it necessary to pull them out. she pressed a few kisses to your core before coming up to you, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. it was pure bliss for you as wanda stared down at you, her hand moving to cup your cheek softly.

the moment had been so tender and soft but now as you stared up at her, all you could think about was her leaving, it hurt more than ever. she leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your lips, you could taste yourself as her tongue glided against your lips. she knew nothing would come from the kiss because when she pulled away, she knew she needed to sleep soon. she'd only have a few hours of sleep before she had to get up so when you asked her if she wanted you to continue, she kindly declined, whispered that she just wanted to lay down with you for a moment.

"We don't have to go, we can just run away," she whispered out when the both of you settled down in the bed, your head resting gently against her chest. you let out a soft giggle despite knowing that wanda was completely serious, she'd go anywhere for you.

"We can't, wanda." she let out a gentle sigh, letting her head rest on top of yours. "I know," her arms tightened around you, settling into her even more. "this is just a small period in our lives," you uttered, your eyes feeling heavy when the tiredness finally kicked in. "we'll have so much more time together."

wanda knew you were right, she knew she planned on spending the rest of her life with you. she could get through a few moments if it meant spending the remainder of her days with you.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wandavision #wanda maximoff x you #wanda #wanda marvel #scarlet witch x you #scarlet witch #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch x y/n #scarlet witch marvel

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ladydaemon · 3 years

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LETTERS

kaz brekker x female! reader

A/N: Is this really short? Yes. Is it really cringey? Yes. Did I cry when writing it anyway? Absolutely.

Summary: Kaz rereads an old letter from an old friend

Warnings: mentions of former childhood abuse (and a butt-ton of ✨ sadness ✨) ? wow I don't think I swore in this.

Kaz,

This is my last letter to you.

I do not know if you and Jordie are even alive anymore. Maybe you are alive, but no one can find you, and the postman has simply been dumping my letters in the harbor. It's plausible, I suppose. Somehow I doubt it, which means I am writing to a memory. I find I don't care all that much, because writing to someone that will never read what you are writing seems infinitely easier than writing to someone who can. Because ghosts can't really judge you, can they? Otherwise they wouldn't be ghosts.

I'm getting off topic. Forgive me.

This is my last letter to you, because I'm tired of trying. I don't even know why I'm telling you this. If you are actually alive and you can read this, you probably don't care much, given that you haven't replied to five years' worth of ramblings.

Oh, this sounded much better in my head - I hadn't meant it to sound so accusing. Perhaps there's good reason for your… absence.

Back to my point (my, I love rambling, don't I? I remember you and Jordie teasing me about it).

This is my last letter to you, so I suppose it should be filled with heartfelt farewell.

Though I really don't know what I'm supposed to say. You're probably much different than how I remember you - why, tomorrow is your birthday, isn't it? You'll be turning fifteen (and to think I'd almost forgotten!). Six years since I've last seen you.

You know I've always been sentimental, so I'm going to list all things I remember of nine-year-old Kaz. I wonder how much you've changed.

I remember hair that never stayed in place. Eyes that twinkled mischievously whenever you plotted some elaborate prank. I think I remember you loving pumpkin pie. I definitely remember you standing up to my father defiantly when he had hit me. After that, your family had taken me in. I remember being scared, and confused when no one yelled at me or hit me when I did something wrong - I was so used to my father's cruelty, that I hadn't realized it wasn't normal.

He's dead now, though, so it doesn't do me any good to think about him anymore, does it?

I remember trying to learn Zemeni, giggling when we misgendered the nouns, taking sips of hot cocoa to reward ourselves when we got a sentence right (why were we trying to learn, again? I forgot, and for some reason, the realization saddens me). I remember eating cherries while we climbed on the roof of the barn and watched the sunset in the summer. When we were seven, you got to carve the turkey on Ghezen's Day - your smile that day I don't think I could forget if I tried.

I remember quite a bit, and yet so little, and I'm beginning to realize that I miss you dearly, and by saying goodbye to you in a letter I'll never get a response for seems like giving up on you and Jordie.

I've been writing these letters for so long now, yet I never tire of it, and I think I know why (though maybe not - my emotions are everywhere). At first, I think they were a coping mechanism, trying to deal with everyone around me dying, but I think now that they were a subconscious plea.

To come home.

I know that you've probably forgotten about me, and if you haven't, you're probably trying to, but there's no harm in asking, right? Kaz (Jordie, if you're reading this), I want you to come home - I don't care if you don't talk to me, or you hate me, or you destroy everything I own. I don't care if you come and then leave the next morning, because it's been so long that I've begun to think you were just a figment of my imagination. I don't care if you come back and you don't recognize me, or I don't recognize you.

I just want you to come home.

Oh, who am I kidding. You won't, if you haven't already. I suppose it's one last plea, a desperate last attempt.

Goodbye, Kaz Rietveld (and Jordie, if you're reading this!).

This is my last letter to you.

Oh, how dearly I miss you.

Your former friend,

Y/N L/N

Kaz ran his fingers over the worn edges of the letter, dated two years ago. It was beginning to fade, the cheap ink smudging where Y/N had crossed out lines that were barely legible. Coffee stains and frayed, torn edges showed how many times that letter was read, from the first time it had arrived to now.

He had that letter memorized - he could recite it forwards and backwards and in his sleep.

If you are actually alive and you can read this, you probably don't care much, given that you haven't replied to five years' worth of ramblings.

He had every letter she had written him, ever since he had heard the postman complaining about delivering letters from a poor girl to a nonexistent boy. Such things weren't entirely uncommon, but Kaz had been bored and he had inquired as to the name of the nonexistent boy. Afterwards, he had received all her letters, read them, but never replied to Y/N, could never bring himself to.

You're probably much different than how I remember you.

Maybe that was part of the reason he never wrote a letter of his own - because he wanted her to remember him as human, as something with a soul and a heart and a family. Not a monster, with a body count and a limp and a façade of stone and steel.

I think I remember you loving pumpkin pie.

He had loved pumpkin pie, once. His mother had made it for them. But that was when he still had a mother.

He's dead now, though.

Kaz couldn't say he was sorry to hear it - even now, he hated the man with a fierce passion, rivaling that of his hate for Pekka Rollins. He remembered finding out what he had been doing to Y/N, and his tiny chest had filled with white-hot, pulsing rage.

Why were we trying to learn, again? I forgot.

Kaz's father had been trying to haggle with a Zemeni trader one night, but couldn't speak the language. He and Y/N had vowed to learn the language, a promise that had lasted exactly three days before they had realized just how hard it was to learn a new language.

When we were seven, you got to carve the turkey on Ghezen's Day - your smile that day I don't think I could forget if I tried.

It was strange indeed, how similar yet different that same memory was for him - he remembered that night because of how happy she had looked. It had been her first Ghezen's Day without her father, and she had later described the day as magical.

I just want you to come home.

She didn't really, Kaz knew with certainty. She wanted Kaz Rietveld, not Kaz Brekker, and Kaz Rietveld was dead. Y/N wanted the boy who drowned in the harbor with his brother.

#kaz brekker #kaz brekker fanfic #kaz x reader #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker x y/n #kaz brekker angst #kaz brekker x you #kaz x y/n #kaz x you #kaz brekker imagine #six of crows #crooked kingdom #grishaverse

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weasleygirl7 · 3 years

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I saw that imagines are open, may I ask a Lokixreader? Remember when Odin appears in a vision/mind of Thor in Thor Ragnarok, his ghost? Well that thing but with Loki after the 5 years of his death and days before the Avengers goes to search the infinity stones. YN is depressed, and in her dream/vison she thinks her husband is alive, that is real his presence but Loki says she should live her life and that he always loved her(my mind full of OST Thor 2-Deliverance mod romatinc).This is long,sorry

Hello Anon! Sorry this took so long, I have not been able to get a moment of peace until now!

Petals (Loki x reader)

Takes place in endgame and A LOT of angst... (TW: mentions of death)

The hinges groaned in protest as you pushed open the door with the palm of your hand, a heavy sigh leaving your lips. The room was just as it had been the last time you had seen it, it seemed Tony really was the sentimental type. Things were freshly dusted and the bed newly made, but walking into felt as if you had been transported back- back to a time when things weren’t so dark, when you weren’t so alone.

You kicked off your shoes and padded softly over to the dresser, as if any movement might cause the landscape in front of you to fade away to mere memory, as if the wrong step could send you spiraling back to the present.

A heavy feeling settled in your stomach as you took in the room around you, the photos on the dresser, the once undying flowers in the vase brittle and faded, the bed made for two… You picked up the flower vase and held it close, as if willing it to once again provide that sweet smell you loved so dearly. That scent had faded as had the once brilliant colors, faded as the magic that had kept them alive had faded from this world 5 years ago.

You squeezed your eyes shut to blink back the tears. 5 years, 5 years you had been alone on this earth. 5 years since Loki had been slaughtered, since the people of Asgard had been slaughtered, since half the universe had been slaughtered, since Thor fell into a trance you could not wake him from, since you had lost everything.

How unfair this world was. The next morning you would be embarking on a journey to attempt to reverse the damage wrought by the titan Thanos. You could see the hope filling the hearts of the others, the hope of a better tomorrow. No such hope found a home in your heart. Even if you succeeded, there would be no bringing back Loki. He had not vanished in the blip, he would not reappear. A bitter laugh sounded from your lips as you slammed the vase back on the dresser, not caring if you shattered the glass and crushed the flowers into oblivion.

Instead, you were met with petals soft and fragrant and bright and the vase incredulously unbroken. Freezing in place, you heard a chuckle you would always recognize.

“Well, darling, any harder and you would have broken that lovely vase.”

Frantically you spun yourself around, a smile overtaking your face as you took in the view. Loki, alive and grinning his typical grin sat perched on the end of your bed. The bed you had both once shared. The bed you had laid alone in until you could stand it no longer. Until you had fled as far as you could.

“Loki? How? You’r-“ Rushing forward, he cut you off with a gentle hand to your cheek as you fell to your knees before him. You placed your hand over his own and saw tears blur your vision.

“Shhh, love,” He softly brushed the tears from your cheek with his thumb, the warmth of his hand seemingly reawakening your body, sending shockwaves to your very toes. “I can’t stay long.”

“Stay? What do you mean— you’re here! You’re- You’re alive! I don’t-“ You shook your head frantically. “No, no… I can’t lose you again, no, please…” You moved your hands and reached up to cup his face, oh his beautiful face. His eyes were so clear and alive and brimming with love.

“It’s not something either of us can control,” His eyes searched your own until your gaze remained focused on him, until he could pull you from your own thoughts and mind. “None of it was something either of us could control,” he moved your hands down to his shoulders. “You can’t keep in your head… living in the past. That was always something I did, you know. Look at this pot calling the kettle black, hmm?” He laughed slightly and you nodded, your own small laugh leaving your lips. “There is it, I’ve missed that laugh. Why don’t you laugh anymore? Surely not because of me?”

“You’re gone!” Your voice had risen an octave or two in panic. He was gone, he was here but he was gone and he said himself he was leaving again soon. Your eyes scanned his face, trying desperately to etch it into a memory that would never fade, trying to hold onto every feelings of his body, the sound of his voice, his heartbeat… “You’re gone and I’m alone.” Your voice broke and you swallowed back tears.

“Nonsense,” he shook his head and clicked his tongue. “Alone, honestly! I always thought you were the smarter one, my love.” His hand once again found its place on your cheek, the other one squeezing your arm tightly. “You have your friends-your family, for Odin-sake you have my brother for all he’s worth, and,” he paused and released your arm, moving instead to place his hand gently on your chest above your heart. “You have me. Always. I shall not leave you, I thought that was made clear in our vows.”

You drew in a heavy breath and met his gaze once more. “It’s not the same-“

Once more he cut you off, and had it been 5 years ago you would have chided him endlessly for not letting you finish your thoughts, but now you would give everything for just 5 more minutes with him, interruptions or not.

“I need you to live for me,” His voice was barely above a whisper, and you clutched onto his shirt as if your life depended on it. “I cannot stay, but I cannot leave without your word that you will live for me.”

“If I refuse to give my word, will you remain by my side?” You titled forward until your forehead rested against his own, attempting to breath him in deeply.

“What a mischievous thought,” he huffed a laugh and closed his eyes as yours fluttered shut, “but you know I cannot.”

Opening your eyes once more and pulling back slightly, you let out a heavy sigh. “I had to try.”

“I would expect nothing less from the wife of the god of mischief.”

“I will try to live, for you and only you,” you grabbed his face and pulled him in for a searing kiss, a goodbye you had been unable to have and poured every emotion into it, all your love and grief and he matched you with his own.

Loki pulled back just enough to whisper gently against your lips, his final piece before he had to leave, “I love you. Always.”

Then he was gone.

A glance behind you showed the flowers that had returned to life remained alive once more, and maybe, you could too.

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gryffindors-weasley · 3 years

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These Moments

Colin Bridgerton x Fem!Reader

Summary: Kisses come in different ways with different meanings, and these are the ones you share with Colin.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: marriage, fluff, kissing

A/N: Inspired by this list!

A kiss. It is a simple action that could speak great volumes all the same. A kiss is but a wordless gesture, one that can be utterly profound or a simple reminder of a love already known. It is something that will never falter between you and Colin Bridgerton, no matter the day, no matter the circumstance. It’s meaning will always be the same.

First Kisses

The looming gray clouds that hung puffy and low in the early evening sky were a clear indication of the impending weather, but you were certain that it was more than a sight better than to be stuck in that stuffy ballroom a minute longer. It was extraordinarily beautiful, of course it was, but the crowd of debutants and suitors were proving to be all too much for one evening. You must take a break if only for your sanity.

It was absolutely not because you’d shared more than one dance with the third eldest Bridgerton brother. That simply wouldn’t be logical to be so flustered, he was your best friend, one you spent your entire childhood around. He couldn’t be the one you’d fallen head over heels for, he shouldn’t be, only he was.

You found yourself walking further into the depths of the maze-like garden, away from prying eyes and meaningless conversation as the heightening breeze sweeps through finely manicured bushes and trees. Flower petals were sent fluttering to the ground at your feet, your umbrella clutched loosely in your hand. The bustling commotion from the extravagant mansion had long since faded with your growing distance, and you could finally take a deep breath if only for a brief moment.

“A lady should not be wandering alone at this hour, should she?”

You spun on your heel to face the owner of the ever familiar voice, one you tried to get away from otherwise you just might melt. A smile pulls at your lips upon meeting his deep blue gaze regardless, a playful one at that.

“I suppose that is precisely why you have followed me out here then?” You jest, and his smile is quick to widen, though you do not miss the soft pink blush beginning to stain his cheeks and why it had been there. “You surely must know I am not one to follow the rules, Mr. Bridgerton.”

A laugh leaves his lips then, and he takes a step closer as he nods in agreement.

“Surely I do know, for it is a wonder how you have not yet gotten in trouble. But please, Y/n, do call me Colin. You know I don’t like the formality, yet you tease me all the same.”

Your soft laugh fills the quietness of the vast and vacant garden, and you fumble with the umbrella clutched in your hand. “Just why have you followed me out here? You must have been distracted by the crowd of adoring debutants eagerly waiting for a dance.”

He chuckles once more and looks down at his feet, suddenly unsure of just what to do with himself, how to stand before you. Every minor detail was suddenly very major. Like the way his cheeks burned deeper at the strikingly true implication that he’d trailed after you because his attentions were focused on you, they always seemed to be. Not that you knew that. What you had been aware of, however, was the newfound closeness of your proximity.

He should not be alone with you, he is painfully aware of that fact yet too blissfully spellbound to care. He finds his feelings pay no heed to the rules society has put forth in this very moment, as daring as that may be. Your heart hammers in your chest, breath hitching when he reaches up and plucks a single petal from your hair, a quiet laugh leaving his lips as he holds it in amusement before letting it flutter to the ground.

“Are you avoiding my question, Colin?” You ask, desperate to pull the attention from the crimson burning your cheeks.

“I believe I have told you my reasoning, have I not?”

You give him a knowing smile, and he knows full well that he hasn’t been entirely truthful with you. But how does one confess their love for their best friend all while standing close enough to see every little detail of your beauty, the curve of your lips he so readily wanted to kiss. So, while you’re giving him that knowing smile, his heart is racing and the worsening weather is of no importance. While he did trail behind you for your own safety, that was second in line.

“That—and I have come to speak with you…on a very important matter, actually.”

You raise your brow in curiosity, patiently awaiting his words as wonder and worry begin to build.

He felt as though you may have been hearing the embarrassingly vigorous beating of his heart, it was more than evident in his own ears. He’s certain it shouldn’t be this difficult, it’s only three words yet it’s so much more than that. Now it seems as though he can’t find any form of an excuse, anything else to say that sounded as remotely important as his previous words indicated.

He had just put himself in the most vulnerable of situations with no evident way to reverse it, a flurry of thoughts bombarding him. Now, with each passing second, it becomes more inescapable than the last.

“Then I suppo—”

“I love you.” That was not how he imagined to declare it; he felt like a stammering fool but now he’s gone and said it and there really was no way out of it.

Your breath caught in your throat, and for a few fleeting moments you felt you weren’t sure if you had heard him correctly. If it weren’t for the drizzling rain you may have just stood frozen like a fool for a ridiculous amount of time. It wasn’t until you gasped, it wasn’t until a bout of giddy laughter fell from your lips at the icy droplets that he allowed himself to relax only a little. He grabbed your umbrella in your flustered state, shielding you from the rain as his hand found yours.

“You—you love me?” You hadn’t meant to sound so surprised, so in awe.

By this point, his lips were mere inches away as you stood closely to fit the two of you under the shelter, his forehead soon pressing to yours as he smiled. The rain pattered harshly against the bloomed umbrella, but nothing could pull your attention away from him.

With a burst of confidence now on his side, he feels he can repeat it without making a fool of himself. “I love you,” he starts in relief, squeezing your hand softly, “today, and forever, and all our days in between.”

There, in the privacy of the garden, his lips brushed over yours in a whisper of a kiss. One that was deepened as you stood under the rosy pink hue of your umbrella, mere logic far from being listened to as love blooms within the both of you. Your laughter was to be expected, breaking your kiss for only a second as you shared a dizzying moment of requited affection, a moment you could never have dreamed to be so perfect. It was an evening made wondrous when ‘Marry Me’ was spoken just loud enough for you to hear.

Kisses On The Cheek

There are kisses on the cheek made for when time does not allow anything more than the simple action, or for when his siblings playfully protest any other display of affection in their presence. They are pressed to rosy skin, and they are followed by the most adoring of gazes and the reluctance of letting your hand go. Each and every time Anthony sees it, he knows the newlywed bliss is not just a phase, you love each other too dearly to grow tired of it.

You were seated in the luxurious Bridgerton carriage, making a lengthy trip back to the family home after an elegant soiree that had proven to be tiring for at least four of its attendees. Violet Bridgerton sat across from you, her head on her on Benedict’s shoulder as she allowed herself to rest after the boisterous evening of boasting proudly of your marriage to her third eldest son. The wedding had been three months prior, but she was endlessly proud nonetheless. Benedict followed suit, his head resting atop hers as he’d fallen asleep with ease. It was nothing short of endearing, you must say.

A soft yet content sigh leaves your lips, enjoying the comfortable silence save for the trotting of the horses. The night was as delightful as it could have been, though your feet were rather tired from dancing for the better part of it. Your attention is quickly pulled to the hand slipping into your own, your gaze shifting to your side. Colin’s smile was soft, a quiet laugh huffing through his nose when his brother’s snoring began to sound.

“I am beginning to think separate carriages just may have been a better course of action, my love. Do you agree?”

You stifle your laughter at the words murmured in your ear, followed by the chaste kiss pressed just under it sweetly. You nod in agreement, leaning up to kiss his cheek as you rest your free hand on his arm. “Very much so.”

The moonlight streaming in through the open curtain had illuminated the dimpled grin still playing on his lips and you have to look away before your cheeks grow any redder with the way he’s admiring you. It was moments like these that you treasured the most; not the lavish events and grand formal occasions. It was the certain sincerity of enjoying each other’s presence even when things are silent and what some would consider boring.

One bump in the road had interrupted Benedict’s slumber just enough to quiet him, and you laughed softly to yourself. Then you felt it. You felt the tenderness of Colin’s kiss on your cheek, and two to follow it and linger against your skin.

“I love you,” he whispers, tightening his hold on your hand.

“And I love you.”

Until you can return to the privacy of your home to share a much needed moment alone, a cheek on the cheek will suffice for that very moment.

Slow Kisses

Slow kisses are shared when you are solely in each other’s company, not a set of prying eyes to be seen, not that it should matter in your own home.

You find yourselves in the heart of your garden, lavish with pristine flowers and lustrous with statues and glimmering lanterns dotting along each stone path. The sky was far too beautiful to even imagine how it could be so, filled with the softest of oranges, pinks, and blues as one color blends seamlessly into the next. The crickets had begun to chirp and the fireflies began to glow all around you, weaving themselves around bushes of voluminous hydrangea’s and stunning bluebells. The trees overhead stood tall, their leaves fluttering amongst the breeze soaring through them. It seemed as though it couldn’t have been more perfect, though you knew that to be quite untrue.

For you are dancing in the arms of your lover at perhaps the most beautiful time of day, the soft orange glow of the lanterns all around you with the warmth of the summer air on your skin. It is simply a fairytale one could not even so much as dream about, it had been far too enchanting to ever imagine.

“Can you believe this is ours?” You ask, blissfully unaware of his adoring gaze. Because while you had been admiring the scenery, he had been admiring you.

“No, I cannot,” he answers with a soft laugh, his hand squeezing your own as you sway to an unheard melody. “Though I must admit, it is rather hard to focus on just anything other than you.”

Your gaze flickers to his once more, a smile on your lips as you release his hand to rest yours on the blue fabric of his vest. His jacket had long since been discarded, his sleeves haphazardly rolled up. There was no need to be formal at your own home after all.

You smile brightly, leaning on your toes and meeting his lips in a kiss. Your dancing has faded in the distraction of more pressing matters, his lips soft against your own as his hand settles on your cheek. It felt as though the world had slowed to accompany the pace of your affections, lips melding and brushing over one another in a kiss that had been far from rushed. The arm that had been looped around your waist drew you in as close as possible, his vest crinkling within your hands.

He finds it hard to part from you, but the way you’re smiling gives him no choice if only for a moment. He could kiss you breathless for the rest of his life, time was certainly not of the essence in moments like these. Your smile is bright and his smile is fond, a wordless ‘I love you’ as the setting sun sparkled in your eyes. You had only strayed from each other for a few fleeting seconds, a minute at the very most, but he found himself missing you.

So, he dips his head once more and kisses you again, slow and dizzying and truly enchanting.

Morning Kisses

Morning kisses are shared in the warmth of the sunlight streaming in the room, casting down upon you goldenly in your shared estate. No matter how big or spacious the bed may have been, the two of you would always remain tangled in with one another. Not a single day is started without a morning kiss; one turning to two, two turning to four, four turning to a number too great to count.

Fatigue has not yet left either of you as you remain in bed, your fingers dancing over his chest in absentminded habit.

“That really does tickle, you know,” he says, eyes sleepy as he blinks at you with the softest of smiles, one that widens at your much anticipated counter.

“I do know.”

A soft laugh leaves his lips and if you let your eyes fall closed for more than a few moments, you just might miss the way he’d been beaming at you. But soon his lips are on yours, soft and tender in the first of many kisses that day. It’s a sleepy kiss that moves gingerly from your lips to the very corner of your mouth, to your cheek and to the very tip of your nose, trailing to your forehead until they meet your lips once more.

He stops picking at the loose thread on your night dress in favor of enveloping your hand in his own. “Do you know that I love you?”

A bright smile is quick to tug at the corners of your mouth, widening as he brings your hand to his lips. A kiss is placed to each knuckle, gentle and warm, traveling tenderly to the back of your hand. You can’t help but to laugh softly as his hand moves up your arm, turning your wrist over and pressing his lips on your skin. The dull scent of your perfume still lingering had his heart fluttering in his chest.

“I hadn’t noticed,” you quip, running your fingers through the soft curls of disheveled brown hair dipping over his forehead.

He smiles, but reminds you again nonetheless. “I do, very much so at that.”

Your smile never falters as your thumb brushes across his cheek and down to swipe over the scar just under his chin, his skin lightly flushed at the heat of the morning sun shining upon you. Perhaps it was because of you. The look he’s giving you is soft yet ever so fond, and even with your noses almost brushing you can see there’s even a glimmer of hope dancing around in his blue eyes. Hopeful that you’ll never tire of saying it back though he knows the answer perfectly well.

Your eyes fall closed in a tender moment of bliss, a feeling only accentuated by the quiet laughter now puffing warmly against your lips. Blindly, you kissed him, your hand remaining on his cheek. “I love you today, and forever…”

“…and all our days in between.”

Your smile is endless when he murmurs the last line with you, something the two of you had wordlessly agreed upon continuing to say since the moment it was spoken.

Kisses are but a small fraction in the myriad of ways to share your affections, coming in different ways at different times. Some are rushed and all are thoughtful, but the meaning behind them remains true. Love.

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therealvinelle · 3 years

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How would canon be if Carlisle had turned ALL of the cullens?

He wouldn't turn Jasper.

There were very specific circumstances that made him turn Edward. Turning another person was to make them a blood-drinking demon, and potentially creating a killer. So far as Carlisle knew, as he was the one funky vampire in the world who was doing the animal diet, his creation might not follow in his footsteps and then the world would have a new vampire in it and Carlisle would be as lonely as ever.

Carlisle wasn't going to turn someone of his own accord.

What made Edward special is that Carlisle had gotten attached to Elizabeth Masen, something he generally made a rule not to, and she in turn figured out he wasn't entirely human. She then all but threw Edward at him. Even that didn't make Carlisle say "yes ma'am" and bite her, he looked at Edward and asked himself "is this someone I want in my life?"

There's also the amount of time that had passed. Carlisle in 1918 had been on his own for longer than Carlisle in 1864 had. That's over half a century, meaning the Carlisle in 1864 is still lonely but might not have reached the desperation that Carlisle in 1918 has.

There would be no Elizabeth Masen pleading for Jasper, and more, Jasper is a soldier. An effective one at that. His type is not at the top of Carlisle's list of people who should be given godlike superpowers.

So, Carlisle isn't turning Jasper.

Alice, though, Alice is very much an option.

Her creator is... well it's a shame Carlisle wasn't in the area, because those that vampire fascinates me. He works with the sick and the vulnerable, and he comes to love one of the most pitiful patients. He's noble, enough so to die for her.

In a different world, perhaps one where Carlisle never made the animal blood discovery, he might end up like Alice's creator. Alone, near humans, helping and presumably feeding on those who can't be helped, and in the end giving it all to save just one girl.

In a sense, Alice was already turned by Carlisle.

Because James would still want revenge on Alice's creator for ruining his singer's blood, and Carlisle would not win that fight.

Not to mention that 1918 was a year of war and epidemics, so Carlisle isn't going to be slumming it in an asylum. He's needed elsewhere.

But let's say he finds himself around Alice all the same. Maybe he gets a second job, so that when he's supposedly going home for the night at one hospital he's actually running over to another place to doctor it up some more. And in this scenario it can make sense for him to be in an asylum, as there'll be a significantly lower chance of him running into familiar faces there.

So, Carlisle is in Alice's asylum, and he discovers this girl has a legitimate, powerful gift.

I imagine that alone makes him seriously think about turning her. She's perfectly sane (or used to be, depending on how severe her brain damage from electrocution is at this point) and has no place in this asylum, but she can't stop having these visions which means she's not getting discharged anytime soon. More, given her malnourished state, she's not likely to live for very long.

Then she tells him a vampire is coming.

There are a few ways I can see Carlisle and Alice both surviving this.

One way is that Carlisle, being a fairly intelligent character, is able to hatch a plan that Alice's creator wasn't. James is a fearsome hunter, but he's not omnipotent, it's not impossible to escape him. If Carlisle can do this, then problem solved. They'll still be on the run from James, though, but the important thing is they both live.

One immediate effect of this is that Carlisle doesn't turn Edward, for the simple reason that he can't work long hours in a Chicago hospital when he's got a very new newborn by his side and a vengeful James on his tail so he never meets Edward Masen. Even if he does, one newborn at a time is quite enough, thank-you very much.

It's also likely Esme, Rosalie, and Emmett don't get turned either. Depends on what Alice's visions want, as they'll go to Ashland and Rochester if they perceive Esme and Rosalie to be in Alice's best interest, and not if they don't.

Because what does Alice want?

Alice in this story would be a different character from the canon one in the very fundamental way that she has a past.

Sort of.

She doesn't remember being Mary Alice Brandon. Carlisle can talk about her, show her photos, maybe even take her to watch her family from afar hoping to jog some memories, and Alice can sense that her creator, the only person who's ever been in her life, misses this girl that she isn't anymore.

Carlisle, on his end, will never forgive himself for not acting sooner. Had he bitten Mary Alice earlier on, she might have kept her memories, she wouldn't be so malnourished, and he wouldn't be looking at this cheerful, bright, wonderful young woman who isn't actually Mary Alice.

He loves Alice dearly, but he never stops mourning and blaming himself for the loss of Mary Alice.

I suspect Alice never has her Jasper vision. As it is right now, she's Carlisle's whole world and he hers. It's not romantic as it sort of is with Jasper, but it is what Alice gets out of her relationship with Jasper. More, Alice has her Cullen life now, perhaps there's no Edward and general Cullen family, but Carlisle fulfills most of her needs. His memories gives her an identity in a way no one could in canon, and he lets her live a fulfilling, happy life and be loved.

Rosalie, Esme, and Emmett are never turned, Jasper walks into the cafeteria in 1948 and no one greets him there, and Dr. Cullen and his tiny wife (they're not going to pass as brother and sister. He still feels skeevy about this) move to Forks in 2003.

#long post #alice cullen #carlisle cullen #jasper hale #twilight #twilight meta #twilight renaissance #cullens

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callmechito · 3 years

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Okay so I started thinking about this headcanon that Fred became a ghost at Hogwarts.

The ghosts don’t remember their past lives; I think so anyways. I’m rewatching the series and getting back into it so my information is likely off. But for the sake of what I’m talking about; ghosts don’t remember their past lives.

Fred roams the school as one of its ghosts now but for some reason whenever he a red haired woman comes into his path, she tears up and starts crying.

Ginny still had a year of school left. Assuming she went to finish school that is. She runs into him and actively looks for her older brothers ghosts. Just to hear him and talk to him some more but it kills her a little on the inside… knowing that Fred doesn’t remember her. At least not like how she wants him to.

He doesn’t remember her being his baby sister. His one and only sister. He remembers her as Ginny Weasley; a student at Hogwarts. He only remembers her because that’s how they were introduced.

Ginny gets desperate quickly; talking about the rest of the family, sharing stories about them, bringing in items he once owned.

But none of it rings a bell.

And that kills her on the inside every single time. Hermione, who went to finish school, comforts her nearly every night in the dorms. Ginny cries herself to sleep regularly.

Fred isn’t a dumbass. I’m sure he’s aware that this girl really was his sister in his past life. After all, she seems to know a lot about him and this family she tells him about. But who knows, maybe he doesn’t believe that she’s his sister and that he has this big family who loved him dearly. But he still listens anyway bc the stories of this Weasley family make him smile.

Sometimes during class, you can hear some sort of commotion down the hall which is promptly followed by Fred’s laughter. It takes everything in Ginny’s power to not burst into tears in class. A tear or two does fall though as her heart clenches. After awhile she gets used to it and just smiles whenever this, Fred’s pranks, happens. Though that doesn’t stop the tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

She of course has written to her family about the new ghost at Hogwarts. Hermione vouches for her, so no me thinks Ginny’s gone mad. When family and friends visit Hogwarts to see Fred for themselves, everyone bursts into tears when seeing him. However, they quickly get heartbroken when they realize that Fred doesn’t remember any of them. Molly breaks down completely.

I think after awhile Fred would too start to cry. It’s clear to him that these people love him and miss him and he’s sad that he can’t be with them. I can imagine him going up to Molly, kneeling down, “Hey don’t cry. Please don’t cry…” pleading with tears of his own.

When meeting George; his twin brother, his best friend since birth, his other half…he stupidly makes the mistake of asking, “and you are..?” To which George’s already tear filled eyes spill and he chokes out a sob.

#harry potter #harry potter headcanon #fred weasley #george weasley #weasley twins #ginny weasley #fred and george #fred and goerge weasley #i’m crying #hogwarts #harry potter angst

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licieoic · 4 years

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“The Seventh Prince” - Digital Oil Painting

Inspired by Suptober, theme: Switch it up! I’m a major fairy tale nerd, so I decided to go for a “Wild Swans” AU where Castiel is the seventh prince, the one stuck with a swan’s wing for an arm, and Dean is his personal knight/protector. Have a drabble under the cut, because I’m obsessed...

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Dean applauded along with the rest of the wedding guests as the young queen kissed the king. Now that she was finally able to speak, it had seemed only right to have a second wedding, one where she could do more than nod. He still didn’t fully understand the particulars of why she’d needed to keep silent for seven years as she’d worked to undo a spell set upon her seven brothers, but he figured he didn’t really need to know. Magic didn’t come with handy explanations, magic just was.

Movement to his left drew his attention away from the happy couple and he saw his charge, Prince Castiel, rising to leave the garden where the wedding had taken place. Bound to protect him, Dean followed as he always did.

“I’m not going far, you don’t have to come with me,” said the prince, his rough voice a bit softer than usual.

“Actually, I do,” said Dean, before adding with respect, “your highness.”

“Suit yourself, Sir Winchester.”

“Will you ever call me Dean?” It was a question he asked often. “I hear ‘Sir Winchester’ and I think you’re talking about my father.”

“Perhaps someday.” It was the answer the prince always gave, though he seemed more preoccupied that day.

Dean hadn’t been Castiel’s knight protector for very long, but he thought he knew what had him so upset. Eying the red shawl that was perpetually wrapped around the prince’s left arm from daybreak when Dean would join him to sundown when he would leave for bed, Castiel only possessed one good arm, which left him unable to join in the happy applause for his sister.

The knight stayed only steps behind Castiel as they mounted a tall hill overlooking the nearby forest. They would often end up going on walks in this manner. Whenever his mood would darken, Castiel would always withdraw from his family rather than burden them with his melancholy. But Dean saw it all. The troubled expressions, the heavy sighs, the longing looks toward the horizon. Normally, he wouldn’t say anything, it wasn’t his place, but his heart had gone out to the prince. He seemed so lonely, so isolated. If he had to endure punishment for overstepping his boundaries, so be it.

“Do you, uh…” He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck, looking everywhere but at the prince. “Is there anything you’d… like to, you know, talk about?”

Castiel flashed his vibrantly blue eyes at Dean and the knight tried to appear nonchalant, desperately hoping his face wasn’t turning red. It was painfully obvious that feelings and talking about them were not his forte, but he didn’t retract his offer. At first, Dean thought the prince might refuse or else ignore him entirely, but then he sighed.

“I was just thinking,” he said, looking back the way they’d come toward the wedding where the guests were beginning to move inside for the party. “This might be the last time all eight of us are together for a long while. Lucifer left pretty much as soon as the spell was broken, that was no surprise, but then Michael followed him soon after. Now Gabriel has been talking about leaving and seeing the world too. I have no doubt that the rest of my brothers will go at some point. And that leaves me. Here. Going nowhere.”

“You’ll always have the queen,” Dean pointed out.

“And I love her dearly,” said Castiel. “But she has her own family now, with two children who are terrified of me. Not that I can blame them.”

“Where would you go?”

Castiel shook his head. “I have no idea. But the desire is always there. The need to… just be free.” He lifted his head, casting his gaze over the tops of the trees where green met endless blue above. “I miss the sky.”

Dean blinked. “The sky?” Then the penny dropped. “You can’t fly.”

“Not anymore.”

Taking a step closer, Dean tentatively asked, “W-what’s it like?”

A small rare smile ghosted across Castiel’s lips and it was like a bit of sunshine peeking through the clouds. “Exhilarating. It was the only time I didn’t feel trapped in my own body. Swooping through the clouds, gliding on the wind like I was weightless, landing on water and floating like a ship, completely effortlessly.”

Dean’s heart was pounding just at the thought. “Sounds terrifying to me.”

Castiel chuckled and it felt like winning something. “I suppose it would.”

“Why couldn’t you go somewhere if you wanted to, like your brothers did? Just—not the sky.”

“And spread more rumors about the monster? I couldn’t.” He must have caught Dean’s expression because he added, “I know what’s said about me. It’s why I keep my distance from my family as much as possible. I don’t want them to be feared and whispered about as well.”

They were silent for a while. Castiel closed his eyes, lifting his face to the breeze. Dean kept his gaze on the prince, watching his dark hair play in the wind. He leaned his weight on one leg, his left hand going automatically to rest on the hilt of the dagger he always kept at his side. He could only imagine what Castiel was thinking, feeling so alone, essentially going from one cage to another, living in a body that was only mostly his.

“You’ll always have me,” he said, suddenly.

Castiel’s head snapped in his direction, his eyes wide, but then he scoffed. “That’s a nice thought—”

“I mean it,” Dean interrupted. “I want to stay. With you. I’ll always be by your side.”

The moment hung between them, heavy with things unsaid, though it was still far more than Dean had ever intended to say. He almost wished the ground would open up and swallow him whole, but then the prince would be alone and he’d just promised him he wouldn’t leave.

Slowly, but with far more dexterity than Dean would normally expect from someone with only one working hand, Castiel untied the knot of the sling wrapped around his left arm, then unwound the fabric and pulled it free.

All of Dean’s breath left him in a whoosh as the prince stretched out his wing, the feathers bright white in the afternoon sun, like the wing of an angel. It was so massive, even though they stood a few steps apart, Dean could swear he felt the tips brush his cheek as the wing extended past his head. It was softer than anything and left the knight with the crazy urge to bury his hands in it.

“Now do you understand?” Castiel asked. “Why I can never let anyone get too close?”

“It’s… beautiful,” blurted Dean, the first thought in his head tumbling out of his mouth like an idiot.

“Beautiful,” the prince repeated, his eyes dark as he lifted his face to look at the wing. “Sooner or later you would see it as I do. A curse. And you would ask to be assigned a new duty. One where you could forget about me.”

“I won’t,” said Dean, speaking quickly when Castiel opened his mouth to argue, “let me prove it to you.”

That seemed to bring the prince up short, making him pause in the act of folding his wing back down by his side. “How?”

“Let me stay with you.”

The wing settled, rippling elegantly. “For how long?”

Dean shrugged. “Well… as long as it takes.”

Castiel looked at him for a long moment and Dean wondered what he saw. Blue against green, like the sky meeting the forest.

“I’ll give you a year,” he said, at last. “If you remain by my side that long, I’ll believe you.”

“Only one year?” said Dean, giving him a teasing half-smile. “Why not seven?”

“I don’t think I’d be able to wait that long to claim you.”

It was Dean’s turn to be brought up short. “What?”

“And once mine, I won’t be able to let you go. Remember that.”

“Why? W-what would happen if I left then?” Was this more magic?

“It would kill me.” Castiel tilted his head in that maddening way he had. “Don’t you know?”

Dean shook his head. The prince closed the distance between them, reaching up with his right hand to touch Dean’s face. His thumb slid across the apple of his cheek as his fingers traced around the outside of his ear. Shivering, Dean resisted the urge to close his eyes.

“Swans mate for life… Dean.”

The knight’s stomach clenched involuntarily, hearing the prince use his given name for the first time. Swallowing thickly, he asked, “That a promise?”

Castiel’s deep blue eyes were stormy as he answered, “A warning.”

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