#but nobody loved him before that so it‘s fine

[tys-kitty]

CC took the whole „Would you still love me if I was a worm?“ thing to a whole new level with Benedict Lightwood in Clockwork Prince

[x-theolivia]

You bring the best out of me

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Request: @the-letter-horror-lover - I was wondering if I could may have a Fairy tail Platonic young love headcanon between Wendy Marvell and a male S/O Gray Fullbuster's little brother who is the same age as Wendy. The only thing is S/O is pretty much considered as a rather cold kid figuratively..exactly like Ciel Phantomhive from Black Butler. (Wendy brought out the best in Gray's younger brother)

Summary: You think you won’t need friends. That their just some waste of time. But Wendy Marvell thinks otherwise.

Pairing: platonically Wendy Marvell x male!Reader

Warning: platonically fluff and none, I guess but If you find something, let me know

Authors Note: Fairy Tail doesn’t belong to me and so does this gif. This is my first request and I just write something stupid down. But I hope you like it and I‘m so sorry for my bad english

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You don’t need friends, that’s what you though your whole life

You are alone in this world. That’s what you think.

Your brother, Gray Fullbuster, were always busy with Lyon and left you behind. You learned what you can do alone. Just Ur taught you how you use your Ice Magic.The loneliness left a big hole in your heart and you said to yourself: before this happens again, I won‘t let anyone near me, ever again… and so you did

7 years ago, Ur died. The last one you let near you just disappeared out of your life.

Your brother dragged you with him. This is the story how you became a part of Fairy Tail.

At first everyone tried to cheer you up. Tried to be your friend. But your family left a big hole in you and nobody seems to be able to stuff this. After months they stopped trying and you became the only one in this guild without a group. Even your brother left you behind and it hurt you.

2 years ago Wendy became a part of Fairy Tail and you - a grumpy, cold, arrogant brat - caught her attention. She was shy at first but when you snapped at her she was determined to become your friend. Come what may.

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Your sitting in the hall and mind your own business, everyone is chatting around you but no one is chatting with you. You’re fine with that. Everyone knows that you don’t want friends.

She sits in front of you, her eyes never leave you but you’re too annoyed to keep this up

„What do you want Marvell?“ you ask her before you roll your eyes at her

„Keeping you company. You seemed so lonely“ she answers and you didn’t like it

„I‘m not lonely! I‘m minding my own business. You should do the same, Marvell“ you snap at her but she doesn’t flinch, instead she shows you a sheet of paper. A mission.

„Go with me on this mission!“ she asks and looks at you with puppy eyes, it makes something inside you twitch

You rip the paper out of her hand and start reading:

It’s a request from a village known as Eldoria, located deep within the enchanted forest. It seems that a mysterious and ancient tome, said to hold unimaginable power, has been stolen from the village‘s sacred temple. The village elders are desperate to recover the tome before it falls into the wrong hands, as it‘s magic could bring devastation to the realm.

The tome is believed to be hidden within a treacherous labyrinth, guarded by powerful magical creatures and intricate traps.

„Why would you ask me? Go with Natsu or somebody else!“ you try to scare Wendy away but she shakes her head

„I want to go with you! pretty, pretty please!“ she‘s too determined

„Fine, whatever“ you roll your eyes but her eyes shine like diamonds

Secretly you’re as excited as she is

-

„Thank you so much for your help. You see, this tome is very special for our village and if we don’t get it back and the tome falls into false hands… it could be the end!“ the eldest says when you and Wendy arrive at Eldoria

You stand in front of this called labyrinth. It seems scary and dark but you’re not afraid. You call yourself fearless… way too often

„Don’t worry, we will find the tome. My friend is pretty good with his magic“ she says and heat rises in your cheeks. Friends.

You step inside the labyrinth and the hedge behind you closes itself. You‘re trapped in this labyrinth.

You first stop is a glade and the trees seems to whisper. They are possess by a mischievous spirit. They whisper some easy riddles and puzzles, that help you navigate through them.

You take the lead. Wendy seems not quite to understand so you grab her wrist and guide her through the forest.

The next stop is a hidden chamber adorned with glistening crystals but they don’t seem right. Wendy starts to turn and push the crystals around until she reveals a secret passage behind them

„How do you do this?“ you ask confused

„They looked not right so I turn them until it looks beautiful“ she explains with a big, proud grin

„Pft. Girls“ you mutter, but secretly you’re impressed by her

When you go over the secret passage you get into a grand chamber that is protected by an ancient staue. A guardian who tests your wisdom and knowledge.

He asks you a series of riddles and question and you need to get them right. You take the lead again. Your knowledge isn’t small but one question is pretty hard and you stand there, stammer something but don’t get the answer. Wendy jumps in and answers the question right.

The guard is impressed and let you through

„Thanks“ you whisper but she smiles at you, which melt your heart

„You’re welcome, Y/N“

The last challenge awaits you two in the heart of the labyrinth. You face a series of elemental trials, each representing a different force of nature. You must demonstrate your ability to resist fire, water, earth and air to unlock the chamber where the tome resides.

It was not that easy because your ice can’t do much against the elements but Wendy helps you out with her magic of a Dragonslayer.

„You ok?“ she asks when you sink on your knees to take a breath

„Yeah, I‘m fine“ and for the first time you smile at her. She stands there, shock in her eyes but it forms into happiness before she storms into your arms and give you the biggest hug in your life

After overcoming the challenges of the labyrinth, you reach the final chamber, where you find the stolen enchanted tome hidden away.

However, you soon realize that an infamous dark guild seeks to claim its power for themselves

A fierce battle ensues as you and Wendy defeat the dark guild, ensuring its safety

With the tome recovered, you return to Eldoria to the joyous celebration of the villagers, who are grateful for your heroic efforts

You stand besides, let the other celebrate, when Wendy come up to you

„You did a great job, Y/N“ she says and smiles at you

„You weren’t bad yourself, Marvell“ you give her also a little smile before she stick out her hand to you

Confused you look at her and her hand

„Friends?“ she asks nicely and tilts her head to the right

„Yeah, whatever“ you gave her your hand and she drags you into the celebrations

The mission is a success, and the power of the enchanted tome remains safeguarded, preserving the harmony of the magical realm.

-

When you return to Fairy Tail everyone can see your change. You smile more often and go on missions with Wendy… and Wendy only

Even your brother looks at you and feels proud of you to find a friend in Wendy

Sometime it seems that you’re still grumpy but you aren’t

One day, Gray Fullbuster goes up to Wendy.

„Thank you, Wendy“ he says but she doesn’t understand

„You bring the best out of my brother“ he explains but she just smile and hug Gray tight

[jjamjamm]

Sugar Rush

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Wordcount: 1096

Summary: Fili has a sweet surprise for his wife on Valentine's Day.

Fili had been gone for hours now, and you had begun to worry. He had already left to begin his day before you had woken up, and now that it was nearing dinner time, you were concerned to say the least.

You had returned to your shared room for the time being, in hopes of seeing him again before the day was up. It was Valentine’s Day after all, you had been looking forward to at least seeing your husband.

So, you went around the room, letting the time pass while you lit some candles. This was strange, for your husband to ignore your first Valentine’s Day, he always made a point to celebrate holidays with you. Perhaps he had forgotten, yes, that had to be it. He must be too busy.

You fumbled with the lit candle in your hand, nearly dropping it as a loud knock startled you, “Who is it?”

You didn’t hear a reply, and set the candle down before pulling the door open.

Kili stood on the other side, beaming at you before clearing his throat and trying to look serious, “Princess, it is my pleasure to inform you that your presence has been requested in the kitchens.”

You lit up at that, you knew Fili wouldn’t have forgotten. He was too much of a romantic, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

So, you pulled the door shut behind you, and thanked Kili, before making your way to the kitchens.

The halls were unusually dim, probably meaning nobody else had been around for some time now, and a bit of unease started to wash over you, before you heard the clatter of bowls and a muffled curse.

You pushed the doors open, revealing a mountain of dishes, spoons, dough, and ingredients, before you noticed your husband, in an even greater state of disarray.

His hair was slightly disheveled, with bits of dough stuck to the strands he must’ve tried to push back while he was working. The shirt he wore was coated in a thin layer of flour and sugar, and there was a blotch of egg white dried to his boot.

“Well, you’ve certainly done a number on the kitchen.” You teased, startling him.

“Y/N.” He beamed, setting down the plate he had been assembling. He brushed his hands off on his shirt- that explained the flour, and came over to kiss you, “Happy Valentine’s day.”

You didn’t care that you would be coated in flour too, or that he was undoubtedly getting food in your hair as he cradled the back of your head. He had a way about him, somehow every kiss felt like the first between the two of you.

When he pulled back, he remembered his project, “I’ve made something for you.”

He picked up a plate, and brought it over to you, looking rather pleased with himself.

“Cookies?” You asked, reaching for one of them, “I didn’t know you bake.”

“Well, I don’t usually.” He admitted, before raising the plate to eye level and tracing the edges of one with his finger, “It‘s a heart, see?”

You could kind of see it, now that he had pointed it out, “They look great, and you even frosted some of them.”

“I ran out of frosting.” He admitted, hoping there wasn’t any left on his face from his ‘taste testing’, “Go on, tell me what you think.”

You took a bite out of the pointed end, and were pleasantly surprised, they may have looked like a mess, but he got the recipe pretty close.

“Good?” He asked, eyeing the plate suspiciously, “They got messy when they were baking.”

“They’re really good.” You assured him, silencing his criticisms with another kiss, “Though, you may have to make me more sometime.”

“We could bake together.” He beamed, setting the plate down and getting one final look at his work, “Maybe with your help they wouldn’t look like someone’s behind.”

You weren’t expecting that, and had to cover your laugh, “That is exactly what they look like.”

He pretended to be offended, but broke his act to join you in your laughter, “Fine, fine, I was just trying to do something sweet for my wife.”

“And I loved it.” You promised, “Although, the day isn’t over yet.”

“I take it you have a plan of your own cooking.” He said, catching on, “The kitchen is already a mess, let’s get back to our room, and set our clothes with the laundry.”

“How romantic.” You rolled your eyes at him, though you were only teasing, he took it as a sign to step up his game.

Next thing you knew, you were in his arms, and he started to carry you bridal style towards your room.

“What about the sweets?” You asked, after your initial squeal of surprise.

“I’ve got my eye on something else that’s sweet.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

Married life was anything but dull with this one, you should’ve known to expect an interesting celebration. You were halfway up the hallway, when you heard a shout from the kitchen.

“What happened to my kitchen?!” Bombur’s voice was muffled, through the stone, and you noticed Fili picked up pace.

“Did you ask his permission to use the kitchens?” You asked.

“I was trying to be romantic… not my fault he wasn’t around to ask.” He said, picking up pace even further as Bombur stepped into the hallway and shouted after you both.

“You know he’s a sprinter, he’ll catch us in seconds.” You pointed out.

He looked to be considering that, before you heard, “Fili!”, and he broke into a full run, holding you close as you bounced with his steps.

“I love you.” You said, “Even if you’re trouble.”

He didn’t have the breath to reply as he ran, but grinned your way as he tried to keep out of Bombur’s reach.

Once you got back to the room, he set you on the bed before poking his head out the door, “I think we lost him, but he’ll find his way up here soon enough.”

“He stopped following us at the end of the hall.” You pointed out, earning a confused look from your husband.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked.

“Well, you did make a mess of his kitchen.” You pointed out, before removing your sweater.

“And you said I’m trouble.” He said, tugging his shirt over his head. He tossed it aside and leaned down to where you sat on the bed, to catch you in a kiss, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

[thats-h0w-th3-light-g3ts-in]

What looks right

and What feels right

Are two completely different pairs of shoes.

The Crown on Netflix….

…should definitely be enjoyed with caution. It most certainly doesn’t depict the story as it really was and one should keep that in mind very vividly when consuming this show. The royal family has always been very private and careful about their privat lives, especially regarding the skeletons in their closets. Obviously. So everything that is public knowledge and hence featured in the show has to be taken with a grain of salt. First one must consider, who would spill the guts about the royal family? Someone who is close to them and a real friend would most certainly not gush their secrets to the public and those who are the ‚friends of the family‘ mentioned ever so often in the boulevard press are surely not really that well informed and can thus as I argue not be trusted.

What we can trust however, is sources like Diana‘s book and the fact that Charles and Camilla are together to this date. We know from Diana‘s very own autobiography how miserable she was and how badly she had been treated by Charles during their marriage and that Camilla never really disappeared (There were three of us in that marriage, so it got a bit crowded). If one thinks logically the situation is crystal clear. Charles couldn’t marry Camilla but he had to marry someone. The future King of England needs a wife and an heir. So a contest was started. We could compare it to „Farmer wants a Wife“. Just, he didn’t make it that official. In the end he found the perfect contestant and with the help of the establishment, the firm, the crown, he tricked her into marrying him, ruining a perfectly fine girl. Diana was too flattered, too in love to see it. What we can hold against the whole lot (the family, plus Camilla if you want), is that nobody said anything. They all knew the doom that was to befall her but nobody warned her, they all collectively and consciously let her ran into the trap like the mice in their cellars.

The family wanted the perfect fairytale and the best possible outcome for the future of the monarchy, Charles wanted to shine (wich backfired a bit) and make everyone proud. Camilla wanted Charles to be happy, and since he agreed to see her anyways it was perfect. Diana got run over in the process.

So conclusively, I ask, (and I think we all know that already) they should have just let him marry Camilla in the first place, before she even married APB and they would have had their REAL fairytale. They were in love. Instead, they sacrificed Diana like a lamp in an ancient greek ritual. It‘s stupit, thank you.

[imaslutforremusandsirius]

You always get what you want

Warning: 18+

Have fun babies! ;)

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You had been walking around the castle uncomfortably all day, stumbling in the hallways, clenching your legs together before regretting that move immediately and spreading your thighs apart again, all the while your boyfriend Sirius grinning at you, obviously content with your squirming. Nobody would suspect that you had a pussy plug lodged deep inside of your cum filled cunt, because Sirius is a kinky bastard like that. And a fucking tease, because that fucking toy is rubbing at your spot every chance it gets. Why had you agreed to doing this again? Ah yes, he is way too adorable to say no to. Do you regret it? Every. Damn. Time.

Right now you are in your potions class in the back of the room, your desk right next to Remus‘. He had watched you sit restlessly in your seat for nearly thirty minutes and tried to capture your eyes with his, but you were way to concentrated not to cum, to look in his direction. Finally you found a position that didn’t rub the pussy plug against all the pleasureable spots in your cunt and threw a quick glance in his direction. He was already watching you with confusion and a little concern, mouthing a „What the hell is up with you today“, making your cheeks heat up and you promptly look away again. It‘s not like you‘re gonna look at him and say „Hey Remmy, your stupid best friend fucked me silly all night long and wanted me to walk around with his cum in my pussy and now that pussy plug is rubbing against my clit. You wanna help maybe?“

Wait. What was that last part. You took a sharp breath. Fuck, that wasn‘t planed. You squeezed your eyes shut so hard you saw whole planets, no galaxies behind your lids and pressed your thighs together. Shit shit shit mental images of Remus‘ strong, veiny hands. His long thick fingers deep inside of your pussy, pushing out Sirius‘ cum. His other hand on your swollen clit, making you cum over and over again and fuc-

You must have made a noise, because suddenly everybody turned around to look at you. Fuck play it cool. You started coughing and squeaked out a I need to see the healer before you slid out of your seat and raced out of the classroom, ignoring Remus‘ concerned gaze. Fuck the plug was rubbing against you clit even more and after you shut the door you collapsed againt the brick wall, leaning your forehead against the cool surface and tried to calm the ache in your needy, wet, cum filled pussy. Fuck me.

After a few minutes of deep breaths and motivational monologues of how you‘re not gonna cum in the deserted hallways of Hogwarts, you decided to just go to the boys room and wait for Sirius there. You still need to fucking cum. You were in such a haste, that you forgot your bag in classroom, but didn‘t bother going back. Remus would bring it.

You had been laying down for some time now. Sirius should be back any minute now from his transfiguration class with James. Peter and Remus had plans for after class and James wanted to go bother Lily. You snorted at that, James that persistent prat. Everyone would be gone so you and Sirius would have the room to yourselves for at least two hours. All lot can be done in two hours, especially between the both of you. He’ll probably wear you out with overstimulation and plug you up again. No, you thought, if he wants to plug me up again, I’m gonna fucking peg him until he can’t walk anymore. You smiled at the thought, it wasn’t such a bad idea after all and Sirius would definitely give it a go. You were laying on your belly, one leg pushed up with your head resting on your arms. Sirius would clearly be able to see your pussy and finally fuck you. You didn‘t even bother to turn around when you heard the door open and shut closed again. Two bags were thrown on the floor. Yours and ..?

„Are you alright?“

Fuck its not Sirius and half of your bare ass is showing. You shot up into an upright position, face already flushing with embarrassment because Remus just saw your bare ass and oh my god you just want to dissolve. Evaporate. Anything. Oh and your pussy did absolutely not just clench when you heard that deep, smooth voice.

You gasped and rushed a „Oh my god, Remus! Uh, yes, yeah I‘m alright, my stomach just felt a little off I guess. Where‘s Sirius, he wanted to meet me here?“

Where the fuck is your boyfriend when you need him for once. You are gonna die if you don‘t cum soon. Why the hell is Remus here, didn‘t he have plans with Peter?

He regarded you with an intensity that you weren‘t used to, not from him, and spoke lowly, „James and he wanted to practice a bit for the upcoming Quidditch game. He told me to tell you when I met him in the common room.“ He was stepping closer while he talked and towered over your body, giving you a slow one-over that had you stuttering.

„Oh, um okay. I‘ll just go then, thank you for bringing my bag.“

„No, sit down darling. Are you sure that you‘re alright love? You look flushed. Here drink something.“

Your pussy clenched at his caring tone, your mind already slipping into your usual submissive headspace and you sat down, hands playing with your short skirt. He retrieved his water bottle from his bag and opened the cap, pressing the cool opening against you lips. You drank slowly, eyes looking into his, but he was to busy analyzing every detail of your face, eyes glazed over, sharp teeth chewing on his lower lip. He crouched infront of you and fuck even in that position his face is level with yours. He must have noticed too.

„Mm, I never noticed how small you are compared to me pup. C‘mon tell me why you have been squirmy all day, hm darling?“ His voice is so deep and soft and his bright, intelligent eyes are looking at you. You moved your head away from the bottle, a trail of water running down the corner of your glistening lips. His eyes never left that spot, only after you wiped the water away with the sleeves of your thin sweater.

„Jus‘ a little tired, s‘all.“

His eyes flashed devilishly and his lips twitched upwards. „Is that why you are walking all weird?“

Shit

„What? No, I‘m fine Rem, I don‘t know what you-“

„It‘s because Sirus fucked you sore all night isn‘t it? Fucked you until you couldn‘t cum anymore, fucked you so deep and hard that your pretty pussy got all sore? Glistening with your cum? Hm? Pup, look at me. C‘mon be a good girl f‘me.“ His tone was soft and nearly endearing, but god his words did something to you. Your legs clenched and your small hands gripped the fabric of your skirt tighter.

You look at him breathing heavily.

„Good puppy. Want to show Remmy your achy pussy, hm? Want me to make the belly ache go away?“

Fuck yes you wanted that. You wanted it so bad, it physically hurt. You were in so deep, you would do anything he asked of you.

„But Siri-“

Hands grabbed your jaw, caressing gently, pulling your face closed to his. Your nose is touching his, his body so close as he was crouching between your thighs.

„S’not my name pretty girl. Now do you wanna show me your pretty pussy? If not, I will stop and we will never talk about this again love, promise m‘not gonna be mad.“ The way he switched from his strict dom tone to the caring Remmy you knew for so long made you want him even more. And you always got what you wanted.

„Yes, Remus. I want this, I want you.“

He released you but stayed put between your legs.

„Go on, spread your legs wide open. I want to see you. Maybe I‘ll even touch your needy cunt.“ He pushed your legs up slightly, before pushing the sleeves of his jumper up, revealing veiny, muscular forearms. The scars on his callous skin made him more attractive and you ached to feel his skin on your own. Resting his arms on his crouched legs, he licked his lips slowly, looking at you expectantly. He didn‘t rush, letting you set the pace.

You leaned back against your elbows and spread your legs slowly, feeling the toy between your legs rub against your cum covered, sensitive walls. Your legs were pulled towards your body, knees apart and Remus took a sharp breath.

„Fuck, you are a naughty slut aren‘t you pup. Is this why you’re walk around like a new born deer? Because Sirius plugged you up?“ His fingers moved up to trail your fluttering pussy lips with his fingers. You gave a silent gasp, knees drawing together to trap his hand. His other hand pulled them apart pressing into your hip to keep you from moving. His hand pushed the toy in and out of your wet cunt and his face came closer to your bare pussy, breathing in deeply.

„Mmm, I can smell you both on your needy cunt. Let me have a taste darling, please?“

How could you say no to that soft smile and delicious plead?

„Remmy please help me, please touch me, please it hurts“

That was all the encouragement he needed, before he leaned in and smeared his nose on your swollen clit, eyes on yours to gauge your reaction. You moaned loudly, hands grasping at the bedsheets. One hand held you down by your belly, stroking the soft skin there and the other continued to play slowly with the toy. His tongue gave your clit little kitten licks, teasing you in slow circles. Suddenly he withdrew the pussy plug, making you gasp sharply at the sensation of Sirius‘ cum leaking out of your sore hole. He was kneeling now, face close to your clenching cunt, hot breath against your glistening skin. All of his patience gone, he licked a broad stripe from your asshole to your clit over and over again, strong hands on your belly keeping you pressed down into his mattress. Your hands grasped at his hands, intertwining them and you let out a loud moan, hips bucking against his face. He gripped your hands tight, his nose dragged against your clit in a fast pace, skilled tongue lapping up Sirius‘ cum that kept leaking out. He is sucking and licking at your pussy, growling lowly at the back of his throat, obviously delighted by the wonderful taste that was you and Sirius.

„There is more in your slutty cunt, isn‘t there puppy? Oi, look at me! There is more isn‘t there you slut, fuck, keep squeezing my fingers baby yes, c‘mon push out your boyfriends cum f‘me“

Your moans are getting louder and louder, hips dragging on his face in quick thrusts, basking in the vibrations of his voice against your clenching pussy lips. He took his fingers out, replacing them with his mouth sucking and licking at your pussy until every bit of cum vanished. He is a messy pleaser, not caring that his face is covered in your juices, hands squeezing yours to encourage you to ride his face. The knot in your stomach was building up and just as you were about to cum, he stopped.

„You taste so good baby, you are so good f’me. So good for your Remmy.“, he drawled smiling at you from between your spread thighs. Remus stood up and hooked his hands under your armpits, flipping your body on your belly.

„On your knees pretty girl“

You obeyed, pulling your knees up and pushing your ass towards him, arching your back as low as possible. Believe it or not, Sirius had taught you that. Your boyfriend is quite flexible, when he wants to be. You thought that he‘d continue fingering you, but the taller boy had other plans. Dirtier and more devilish than you could have imagined. He leaned down. Draping himself across your back, his clothed chest against your clothed back, easily engulfing your smaller body with his and pressed his lips on your ear. Somehow the fact that you were still dressed made everything better. You felt like a sexy vixen with only your school skirt flipped over, showing your privates.

„You little slut, did you enjoy walking around with cum in your pussy? Hm? Does that make you hot? I bet you wouldn‘t care who it belongs to. Now I‘m gonna fuck my cum deep into your little pussy and you are going to take all of it, you hear me? Then I‘m going to plug you up nice n‘ full.“

„Fuck me Remus please, gimme your cum, please make me cum“

You were so desperate your didn‘t even know if you wanted to cum first or make him cum. You only knew that you needed cock and if it was Remus who made you orgasm, you would gladly let him.

„Dirty whore, letting your boyfriends best mate suck on your pretty pussy. Letting him fill you up nice n‘ full. Bet Sirius won‘t even notice, but you will know. When he takes out your pussy plug and you see my cum leak out of your pussy, will that make you wet puppy? Will you tell him it‘s my cum he is licking out of your dirty pussy hmm?“

You could only whimper at that, so deep in your lusty haze that you didn‘t care about Sirius right now. Rubbing your ass against his hard cock you whined.

„Please, god, please Remmy“

His cock was dragging up and down, leaking little beads of precum, rubbing against you clit. He positioned his cock at your hole and slowly pushed in, nice enough to give you a few moments to get used to the stretch of your pussy. Slowly he fucked you deep, the veins on his cock rubbing against your sensitive walls. He went faster when you started moaning and clenching around him, desperate for release that‘s been building up in your belly the entire day. He is fucking you in a punishing pace, one hand on your hip pulling you to meet his thrusts and the other at the back of your head, pushing your head onto his pillows, that smelled just like him and made you even wetter.

„Mmmhh, ah, fuck yes that‘s it puppy, fuck, squeeze my cock, oh, good girl.“

„Remmy, Remmy, m‘gonna cum, god please“

You are sobbing and whimpering against his hold, grinding your hips against his, hoping to get some friction against your clit.

„S‘not enough Remmy, more-“

He stopped, breathing heavy.

„Not enough?“ His voice dangerously low, angry. Hands gripping tighter, no doubt leaving bruised behind. He pulled his hard, leaking cock out of your cunt, your pussy clenching around nothing, missing the delicious hardness. You let out a broken sob, fingers gripping his arms trying to pull him back. Gripping your hair he turned you around, sitting on the edge of his bed with his feet planted firmly on the floor and pulled you onto his lap. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your arms snaking around his neck, gripping the locks on the back of his head. His cock trapped between you two, he made no move to fuck you. His hands took their time taking off your sweater and bra.

„Obviously Sirius has been spoiling you too much. I don’t like my sluts greedy, darling. So sit still and don’t make a noise.“

His soft lips kissed your forhead, cheeks, jaw and moved towards your neck sucking softly, sharp teeth teasing the skin behind your ears. He blew at the trail of spit, attaching his lips on the soft skin of your breasts, licking the skin. He caught your nipple in his mouth licking it with his tongue, sucking hard. You clamped your mouth shut, pussy clenching and leaking on his thighs making him smile against your breast, looking up at you with amusement in his pretty eyes. That sight alone made you nearly lose control and you bit your lip drawing blood. He stopped tormenting your nipples, both of your tits bruised and swollen red. His thumb caught the bead of blood from your bottom lips and he made you suck on his finger, enjoying the way your tongue curled around it and steadily fucked your mouth with his finger.

„You take what I give understood?“

„Yes, Remmy.“

Thrusting his cock inside of your tight walls again he pushed his forehead against yours and fucking you even harder than before.

„You dumb slut, spreading your legs for others and then having the audacity to tell me s‘not enough?“ His hand went to your clit, rough pad of his thumb rubbing against it, other hand squeezing at your cheeks, your mouth falling open. „You are just a dumb puppy wanting to be fucked, aren‘t you? Is that why you laid down on my bed and not your boyfriends? With your ass hanging out? You cute little pussy begging to be filled? Hm?“

You had been so needy, you didn‘t even notice it was Remus‘ bed you laid down on.

You were screaming now, pleasure raking through your body making you delirious with satisfaction, pussy clenching tight. Your hands yanked at his head, mouth panting into his and he moaned. And fuck if that wasn‘t the most beautiful sight to see. His eyes glazed over, looking at you with such neediness it made you breathless. Made you want to please him. Made you want to be good for him.

„Fuck your pussy is so good, mmm, so tight fuck. Gonna cum soon? You gonna come on Remmy‘s cock?“

You voice hoarse, whining a „Yes Remmy“, holding onto both of his wrists, blunt nails digging into his skin. You wanted to leave your own scars on him. His pushed his fingers into your mouth pulling out your tongue and spitting on it. „C‘mon swallow, yes, good slut“

He was going so fast you couldn‘t breathe, every thrust of his hips against yours pushing the air out of your lungs and you came. Hard. Your nails digging into his flesh, drawing blood, mouth open to let out a scream, as your pussy squeezed his cock. He didn‘t slow down, continuing to fuck you through your orgasm, hand leaving your clit to grip your hips as he chased his own release. His mouth next to your ear, he let out loud moans, not caring that others might hear him. His pace started to stutter and you felt his cock twitch inside of you before he let put a string of fuck fuck yes that‘s it take my cum’s and he came deep inside of your fluttering walls.

He fell backward on the matress, your bare tits pressed against his jumper, his hands holding you down. Slowly he pulled out, careful to not waste any of the cum he fucked into you and removed your legs from around his waist. You rolled on your back, blissed out and closed your eyes, calming your heartrate. He pushed your legs against your chest again, knees spread wide and softly traced his fingers on your twitching pussy.

„Look at your pretty pussy darling, so thristy for my cum. Now now, no pushing you need to keep it inside or Sirius will know. You don‘t want that, do you puppy? Don‘t want Sirius knowing it‘s his best mates cum inside of your pretty pussy?“

He tone was mocking, obviously making fun of the situation that he put you into. Or you put yourself into.

He reached for the plug and brought it up to his lips, keeping his eyes on yours as he smeared to remainders on his mouth. His lips glistening with Sirius‘ and your cum before he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, kissing you deeply. Your first kiss and it was with Sirius’ cum on his lips. You kissed back eagerly. The taste had you melting and now you understood why he nearly licked your pussy dry by trying to catch every bit of the cum inside of you. He kept kissing you, tongue brushing against yours, moaning and panting into your open mouth as his steadily pushed the clean toy in your well fucked hole.

„There, now he won‘t suspect a thing. Replaced all of his seed with my own“

You only looked up at him with lust glazed eyes as his got up and puts his softening cock back in his pants.

„I‘m gonna go and meet with Peter now, you better make yourself look presentable. We‘ll be back soon.“

He was already at the door, totally nonchalant, acting as if it was normal to fuck his best mates girlfriend and plug her up nice and full with his cum.

„Oh and maybe lay on Sirius‘ bed the next time. Unless you want to do this again“

With that he grabbed his bag, closed the door and left you on his bed, thoroughly fucked and full of his cum.

What have I done what have I done what have I done fuck Sirius what if he finds out

You got up and noticed that you really had laid down on the wrong bed. You don‘t know if it was the shock, but you just couldn‘t bring yourself to feel guilty. Remus had been to good of a fuck to feel bad. Maybe Sirius won‘t mind, you thought. He did talk about sharing once, even if it was before we got together. Maybe he‘ll be okay with it?

It wasn‘t that your sex life with Sirius wasn‘t satisfying, Sirius knows his way around sex and ladies, but Sirius would never treat you the way Remus did. He told you once, that he was uncomfortable with degrading you and throwing you around like a ragdoll, completely taking control as Remus had minutes ago. He was way to traumatized with the way his parents had humiliated him, that he couldn‘t do that to you, even if you liked it. Loved it. You could introduce him to the idea through Remus. You could show him that dominance isn‘t something to be scared of. Besides, no straight male would lick his best mates cum out of his girls pussy, so Remus must like Sirius a lot more than he lets on.

You dressed yourself, making sure to look presentable and took your bag, leaving to go find Sirius.

You smiled.

Fuck, you wanted it to happen again. And you always got what you wanted.

[im-a-lil-simp]

Not sure whether it‘s still open or it hasn‘t updated for me yet but ndhvdd if possible, can I possibly request a Techno x Reader writing where the Reader wants to cuddle with him, but they have no Idea how to express it so they just..get extremely fidgety?:,> Preferably in a SMP like AU because c o l d = very fluff moments but I don‘t mind either way :,33

I‘m sorry for requesting Techno but he‘s such a comfort Streamer and I just aaaA-

Also you don’t have to do it, ya know, since I get if not and it‘s 100% valid aldbs

~Hira👑, who still can‘t fall asleep because I just saw a Spider qjebdb

No Harm In A Hug (Technoblade x Reader)

Okay I can get behind more smp au, I don't wanna do it all the time, but this is nice. Techno is also a comfort streamer of mine.

This was such a cute request 🥺 I hope you guys get the callback I put in there.

It had started early on in your friendship. You had been friends for around four months and you were becoming more comfortable with each other. You loved being more comfortable with each other, it meant the all the awkwardness of a new friendship had finally washed away and you guys could actually get to know each other deeper than just surface level.

You knew it was too early in the friendship to get close to him physically. I mean, he didn't outwardly show friendship normally. Only in the small things, like killing a skeleton before you had to, sniping it from miles away.

He noticed it then too, how you would fidget. It didn't mean much to him, as he passed it off as nervousness or just a general tendency to appear fidgety. He understood of course, he had adhd so who was he to really judge.

A couple of months later, you were still facing the same issue. It was more of a need to be generally close to him now, though. You found yourself wanting to hold his hand and hug him when arriving and leaving a place. And when it slipped out to one of his brothers, they assured you it would be fine. They weren't necessarily affectionate as brothers, but they knew he wouldn't mind a single bit, especially because you two were already close friends.

Once you had even found yourself reaching for his hand. You hadn't a clue where that urge came from. Your feelings for him were complicated, but you never even thought about holding his hand. All you knew is how nervous you were to touch him, you wanted to so badly.

And then the war came. Wilbur and Tommy asked him to join them in pogtopia, and he couldn't deny them and their desire to bring down Schlatt as president. There would be no time for indulging you in your quest for affection. Especially not initiating it for the first time ever.

You'd come to visit him though. You'd sit around when he'd plant potatoes, or even following him, hoping to gain the smallest understanding of what he was doing or why. They had plenty of food in pogtopia, so why did they need such a massive potato farm? You also had no idea why he love farming potatoes so much, but you still supported him, even if you didn't understand this hyperfixation of his. Those days were normally calm.

There were other calm days as well, but only for Techno. He'd ask you to spar sometimes, usually when Wilbur and Tommy were out, so there was nobody that he had been explicitly asked to train around his temporary home. Sparring wasn't intrinsically calm, but he found it calming in a specific way since it wasn't the same as being in the heat of a normal battle or war.

It wasn't so calm for you. Sure, it was always nice to get a bit of practice in, you had a habit of getting rusty and he had a way of relieving it pretty easily. But the fact that you guys were so close in proximity, so close that at times you could feel each others breath reflecting off the others skin, bothered you to no end.

When he pinned you to the ground in victory, you wanted nothing more than to pull him down with you and watch the clouds for the rest of the day, rather than go round for another fight. You wanted to feel how warm he would make you from just existing next you. You were sure he'd be very warm.

He could see at that point the small twitches your hand would make towards his. He noticed when you would inch towards him, even in scenarios when you weren't being threatened by another member of the SMP or L'manburg. He wondered what was stopping you from being affectionate with him. He may not have been the type to show love that way, but it didn't mean he didn't welcome it with open arms. There was no harm in a hug.

When the war finally came, you were worried about him, as most friends would be when their best friend's life was on the line. He tried everything to assure you that Technoblade never dies, but none of his assurance helped to ease the worry in your heart. It was the day he went to war that you realized you loved him as more than your best friend.

You watched from the hills as he fought. You were on neutral grounds as far as everyone else was concerned, so you had to stay that way, no matter how much you wanted to fight next to Techno. He educated you on his plans the night before though. He didn't want you anywhere near the fight, as he knew you would already have to run if the chance to spawn the withers did arise as he thought it might.

When it was over, he found people rummaging through his base. It was to be expected to be respected so little by the people he had so-called betrayed. You knew your time with him was most likely over when he told you he'd be moving away so that he could enter retirement and be free from his violent lifestyle. It pained you knowing that your friendship would be severed in half and you would never even have the chance to dwell on your feelings for him again.

Until he asked you to run away with him. He didn't want to leave his best friend, he told you. Those words stung a little, but his intentions still excited you. He knew you remained neutral. You'd be considered part of the badlands if you had lived anywhere other than the main part of the smp. There was nothing there for you other than more war and hardships.

Maybe if you could just get him alone, spend all of your time with him, you'd finally be able to touch him. You'd finally work up the courage to take his hand in yours, or hug him in excitement, or just confess your feelings to him.

You confessed your feelings to him when you built your house together. It was so cold outside, but you worked through it anyway. It wasn't originally supposed to be your house together anyway, at least to you. You were supposed to build your own after you were done with his.

But it just kind of slipped out of you. He mentioned how well your house was coming together, and you replied about how you hoped yours would look just as good. But that confused him. He thought that you'd share it.

When you tried to explain to him that you really couldn't live in the same house as him, it confused him further. Why not? So he asked, and when you spilled out, "because then you'd find out how many feelings I have for you," you hadn't thought that your brain would not keep that little tidbit of information to itself.

And it surprised you when he walked over, crouched down, and patted your head. He wanted you to know that he felt the same. He wanted you to be as close as you had been trying to be.

Living together became something you cherished a lot, but you still didn't physically touch each other as much as you wanted to. Yea, he'd hold your hand when making a harder trek, trying to keep you going. Or he'd put his hand on yours when you sat next to the fire on a particularly cold night. But it wasn't enough, and you still couldn't bring yourself to take it farther than that.

Techno knew, but he waited for you to make a move first. You'd do it in your own time, when you were ready to. But as time moved on, he realized that that was simply not true. You were fighting yourself on it and he would have to step in.

When you walked in the door after making your way to the lake to fish for the night's dinner, his plan was already set in mind. You headed down stairs to separate the other things you fished up into chests and he took a deep breath. It wouldn't be as hard for him to do it as it was for you, but it still wasn't something you two did often.

You emerged in a comfier set of clothes and moved to sit down next to the fire. Mid-crouch, he grabbed your hand and yoinked you down to fall directly into him. You hit his chest with an 'oomph' and he wrapped his arms securely around you.

Your face flushed from his actions, rather than the sudden heat of the fire. Though, it certainly contributed. He hummed, content.

You buried your face into his chest further and gripped his shirt, this was exactly what you wanted. You finally had exactly what you were looking for and you definitely wanted more of it in the future.

Techno knew he'd have to do this a few more times before you'd do it yourself, but if that's what he had to do to make you comfortable, he'd do it every day of the week and every second of every day.

[lenissa]

You always meet twice (Wanda Maximoff x Romanoff!Reader)

(not my GIF)

Masterlist

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader, Pietro Maximoff x Reader (Past), Natasha Romanoff x Reader (Siblings)

Warnings: cursing, i think that‘s it?

Summary: When your sister Natasha asked you to be her representative at the Avengers, you immediately agreed. But then you meet Wanda Maximoff again and it seems like your shared past comes up as well as the then developed feelings.

Word Count: 3.1K

In bold are flashbacks.

A/N: This story is based on my POV i started some months ago, but the plot varies most of the time. Keep in mind that this is my first story and please be nice hahaha

Good reading!

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You are walking through the halls of the Avenger‘s compound. Although your sister always talks about them, “her new family“, you have never met them before. At least not all of them. Some agents throw judgy glances at you, but you decide to ignore them - you are (Y/N) Romanoff, you’re not in need of being popular, being friendly, you’re a damn skilled agent, always ready to kick asses. That’s also why it didn‘t bother you when Natasha, your older sister, called and asked you for a favour - rather, you have always been curious what it is like to be an Avenger, so you didn‘t even think twice about accepting her offer of being her stand-in for some months.

Are you confident? Yes. Well... you try to be? Maybe- no definitely: it became a coping mechanism. But nobody could blame you… being Natasha Romanoff‘s sister sucks. Don‘t get it wrong, you love your sister with your whole heart, she is your one and only, your tower of strength. But constantly being overshadowed by her? Once people hear about your famous relative you were only seen as her sister, your own persona and personality weren‘t interesting anymore. As a result, you were working for S.H.I.E.L.D in an outpost in Europe, distant enough to start your own life, own career and only hearing about one Romanoff, (Y/N) Romanoff.

You stand before the door of the meeting room, aware of as soon as you go in there, there‘ll be no going back. Surprisingly calm you take one final breath before you knock and get invited in. There they are. The Avengers. Some of them you already know: Clint aka Hawkeye, your sister‘s best friend, Steve aka Captain America, your sister‘s ex-lover, Tony Stark aka Iron Man, sarcasm in person, and… the Maximoff Twins? Seeing them, seeing her, it literally took your breath away. You freeze, not able to breathe, to react nor to say anything.

„(Y/N),my god, have you grown?!“, Clint breaks the silence while coming near to hug you. In his arms you finally release the breath you unconsciously were holding in, and when you pull back you take a closer look at him.

„You‘re becoming grey, Legolas, are the kids that bad?“, you tease, matching his tone and patting his arm lightly.

„Oh dear, it just makes me nervous to see you again“, he jokes as he motions you to sit down.

„Speaking about that, it‘s nice to see you again, (Y/N).“ Steve nods at you and you force a smile - you think Steve is a nice guy, you really do, but you don‘t know the exact circumstances of his break-up with Nat, so you decide to keep distance in a friendly manner.

The remaining time of the meeting nothing special happens, though every time you look around the table you can‘t help but rest your eyes on a certain brunette. And it seems like she notices your gaze, meeting your eyes on and off. You try to ignore the uncomfortable feeling that sets in your stomach whenever her green eyes meet yours, and obviously you are not able to hold the eye contact, so you always look at the floor quickly.

After the meeting the heroes all pop off, only you stay to put away the new equipment and gear you got. But then suddenly a well-known voice speaks up and you startle.

„Already forgot me, (Y/N)?“ You turn around, your heart racing.

„How could I forget the Wanda Maximoff?“, you nervously chuckle.

„I must say I‘m disappointed, I at least expected a greeting.“

„Wanda I-„

„(Y/N)! How long has it been? I…“, Pietro speeds in the room and rubs his neck tense, „I missed you.“

Wanda wheezes and rolls her eyes. „I‘m gonna leave you lovebirds alone“. She walks out of the room before you can say anything more.

„Well that was… weird.“ you say as you turn completely to Pietro.

„She‘s going through a hard time, she will be gentler soon.“

„You think so?“, you laugh, „define soon.“

Pietro chuckles and doesn‘t answer, not even he sees through Wanda‘s feelings, especially when it‘s about you. „Come on, I will introduce you to the others.“

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Pietro took you to the living room and you have to say, you never thought the Avengers, the world‘s mightiest heroes, would be so endearing. You can finally understand why Nat sees them as her family, even after only spending some hours with them you start to let them in your heart immediately. Until Bucky decided to bring up a sensitive topic.

„From where do you know the twins, (Y/N)?“

You choke on the soda you are drinking, completely caught off-guard with that question. But after clearing your throat your coping mechanism once again appears. „They didn‘t tell you, huh? Well, we had a past.“, you chuckle.

Tony rolls his eyes, annoyed by the childish behaviour, but it makes you smile even bigger. Pietro blushes at the sudden mention of him and tries to distract. „(Y/n), why don‘t you tell them about your powers?“.

„Ok, ok… I'm pretty good at Teleportation, mind manipulation and shape shifting objects.“

Bruce, who you learnt was the human version of the Hulk, was stunned. „Wow, that sounds like a nice substitute for Natasha.“ You smile at him appreciating.

„So Romanoff, since the only other mind stuffy person in this house seems to be pissed, you’ll start training with Rogers.“ Tony announced bugged.

„Can‘t wait.“ You and Steve get up to go to the gym and the rest starts talking about their new member.

„She seems like a faithful person. A true Romanoff.“, Bucky states.

„Ironically, she‘s really good at betrayal and hurting people.“, Wanda says snippy as she walks in to get a snack.

Pietro sighs, „Wanda, what the hell?“

„She‘s not as perfect as you think, Romeo.“

Tony claps to get their attention, „Concentration, guys! You better clear up, Wanda, I just got Information from Fury, you and y/n will be a team in tomorrow‘s mission.“ Wanda rolls her eyes in annoyance, but she knows that it‘s unnecessary to protest.

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During training, all you thought of was Wanda. Then you tried to read, sleep, watch tv, but nothing could distract you from thinking about the Sokovian. It felt like all the feelings you tried to suppress this past year flood you now at the same time. You barely perceived that you got up, your feet carrying you to the kitchen. Standing in front of the kitchen door you finally wake up from your trance. Your hands are sweaty and shaky, your heart pounding. “What the hell am I doing here?“ You think and just before you turn around the door opens, hitting your shoulder lightly.

„Oh my god, I didn't see you, are you ok?“

„Don‘t worry, I‘m fine. I- I was about to leave anyway.“ 

„But you haven’t even been in there yet, (Y/N).“ The way she says your name releases a cluster of butterflies in your stomach, green eyes watching you amused. „I‘m sorry.“

„Really, it‘s fine. Wanda, list-“

„Don‘t, (Y/N). We don‘t have to do this.“, Wanda sighs.

You take a deep breath and continue, „No, I have to. I am sorry. For everything. I-...I miss you.“

„(Y/N), please, sto-“, she says almost whispering.

„As a friend. I miss my best friend.“

You notice slightly tears forming in her eyes. „You did this to me-“

„(Y/n)! We need you to show us your powers!“ Bucky shouts excitedly as he approaches you both.

„Bucky, now is really not the time to-“

„We need it. For the plan. You know, tomorrow‘s mission?“

You clench your fists and sigh, you know the private moment you just had was ruined. With one apologetic look to Wanda you follow Bucky to the meeting room.

This job will be your end.

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You weren‘t wrong about this job being your end. Well at least the circumstances. Last night’s events were just... crazy.

After showing the team your powers you went straight to bed, exhausted from all the physical training and psychological stress. When you heard the knocking on the door, you‘re surprised to see Pietro standing there after opening it.

„(Y/N), I think we should talk.“

„Pietro, i-...“, you sigh, „today‘s really not my day. Can we wait until tomorrow?“

„I can‘t wait. Please. I need to get this out.“

„Oookay, go on then, i guess.“, you say, kinda annoyed by the pushiness of the Sokovian.

„I‘m glad that you are here and ok.“

„So am I...“ you laugh humorlessly, „it certainly feels nice to know someone here that doesn‘t completely hate me“ Pietro looks you in the eyes and slowly comes closer. Your breath hitches and you gulp hard when he takes your hand.

„Pietro, what are you doi-“ Before you can finish the sentence, lips are pressed on yours. You are shocked by the action, and you hesitate to kiss back. Yet you can’t resist the familiar feeling of his lips caressing your own, so you kiss back.

„(Y/N), we need to...“, Wanda says approaching your floor but when she sees you both, she immediately freezes„...talk.“

The second you hear her talking you pull back and step away from Pietro. The brunette looks at you incredulously and then walks away.

„Wanda. Wanda!“ you shout while running after her. „Wanda, would you please stop eloping!“ She stops and turns around, eyes burning red. She‘s furious, dangerous, not in control of herself.

„Wanda, use your words. Calm do-“

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She did not calm down. In fact, she threw you against the closest wall. Even though you don’t have any serious injuries, you are mad. If you were trying to find the courage to talk to her, she could use her words too, right? The morning was quiet, too quiet if you are honest. Each time the door to the gym opened you startled, expecting to get yelled at. But it never happened. Once the twins walked in, they ignored you. Both of them, though Pietro occasionally glanced confused at you. After debating whether you should talk to her or not, you decided to walk up to her and confront her. „What the hell was that yesterday, Wanda?!“

She just huffs and continues to hit the punching bag, but you are determined to talk about it before going on a mission with her, you couldn‘t risk being distracted.

„You‘re acting like a bitch, I don‘t even recognize you anymore“, you say incredulously.

She aggressively turns around. „I am the bitch? You‘re the one that throws herself at anyone, not being here for even a whole day!“

„He“, you point at Pietro, „ he fucking kissed me! I never wanted it to happen. He caught me off-guard!“

„Oh and of course you couldn‘t defend yourself, poor (Y/N).“ Wanda ironically retorts, pushing you against your shoulder.

„Guys-“

„You literally came in one second after he kissed me-“

„GUYS!“ Pietro shouts and both of you turn to him, not noticing that he’s still in the same room. „What the hell is going on with you two?“

„You know what? What the hell Pietro, too! You can‘t just kiss me after not seeing me for a year! What if I don‘t like you anymore?“

„You don‘t like me anymore?“

„You don‘t like him anymore?“

You sigh. „Yes. No. I mean…. I don't like you anymore like that. I- I like you as a friend, Pietro. After you flew from Hydra-“

„-alone-“, Wanda interjects.

„After you flew from Hydra alone, it broke my heart! You freaking left us there!“

Wanda scowls. „And then you did the same to me some time later.“

„Wanda I-... You think it was easy for me to just leave you behind? Fuck, Wanda, do you really think that low of me? When Nat rescued me I tried to convince her to take you with us but she… we… you...“

„Say it, (Y/N). I was the enemy. You were the poor agent, kidnapped by Hydra and experimented on and I was the maniac that volunteered for a dangerous organization.“

„I tried to come back and get you!“

„Don't lie to me, (Y/N).“

„Oh my god“, you huff, „believe me for once!“

„Why should i?!“

„Because I love you!“

O oh.

You both tense, green eyes filled with rage, jealousy, confusion, probably every emotion there is, staring wide at you. You all stand there in silence, all shocked by your outburst, and the only thing that can be heard is your shaky breathing. „Shit. I- I need to go“, you mumble as you storm out of the room embarrassed.

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This was not going well. Your relationship with Wanda was already complicated enough and your dumb, unplanned love confession didn’t really help. However, you needed to suck it up, ignore all the overthinking in your mind. You are here for a reason. A job. Not a witch.

You are here for the missions. For Nat.

That’s what you tell yourself all the time. But your brain and your heart don‘t really agree, especially while being on a mission with Wanda. You have never been more thankful for your powers that were blocking her out from reading your mind, you were sure your thoughts were literally screaming at her. And gee, you know her too well, she was trying to read your mind - Wanda always has that certain concentrated cute gaze and slight wrinkles between her eyebrows when she does it. Studying her so precisely was a mistake, it made the whole thing even more uncomfortable.

She didn’t react to what you said earlier (not that you gave her that much chance), she acted like you never said anything important like that. But when she caught you staring at her she raised her eyebrows challengingly and broke the silence.

“Are you nervous?”

“Hmm? Oh well, no. I- I guess we had more difficult missions.”, you give her a shy smile and start playing with your fingers nervously.

“Sure.. That’s why you’re currently doing one of your habits when you’re nervous.`` Wanda teases.

You blushed, your cheeks turning faint red. “Let’s just do this'', you say, stepping out of the jet and putting in the comm - earpiece.

Your task wasn’t hard. Go in, kill the enemies, destroy the data, walk out. It was going well until you saw Wanda getting attacked from behind. But before the agent could point his gun at her and hurt her you shut your eyes close and focused on turning his gun into a flower.

“Romantic!”

“You’re welcome”, you playfully roll your eyes. You curse yourself for having no other - less with love connected - idea to use. You scream just before a grenade goes up next to you, throwing you through a glass door. You can’t use your teleportation in time and the impact is pretty hard, causing you to pass out.

Wanda turns after hearing your scream. “Shit, shit, shit Romanoff!”, she activates her comms, “Guys, pick us up, (Y/N) is down!” She stands protectively next to your unconscious body, defending you from getting attacked or worse.

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You wake up in the medical wing of the Avengers. The first thing you notice is that you’re still wearing your suit, so the injury couldn‘t be that bad. At least you thought. Only seconds later you feel the banging in your head, ringing sounds in your ears. You bury your face in the pillow, frustrated of being new and your first mission already gone wrong. You could hear them teasing you for being the “weaker” Romanoff and start rethinking the choice to even get on this team.

And then Wanda walks in and all thoughts are gone. No more noises, no hammering - all senses preoccupied with her. She seems tired, still wearing her suit as well, and exhausted.

“Hi.”

“Hey.” You look at her curious. “You look tired.”

She chuckles lightly. “You pass out and the first thing you comment is how I look? Wow.”

“What can I say, you really make me concentrate on other things than my condition.” She looks confused at your statement, though an amused smile on her lips. “Because you’re a known face- family- and that reminds me of my sister and gives me comfort.”, you stutter complete nonsense.

Did i really just say that?!

You wished she wasn’t standing there, then you would have been able to facepalm yourself as hard as you could.

“Oh, eh, sure. I’m tired, you were right. You were unconscious the whole night. I stayed, I thought it would be nice for you to not wake up alone.” She tries to overplay your weird comment.

“The whole night? Holy shit. I was unconscious for that long i-”, you feel your whole body tingling as you just now realize her purpose, “that’s very nice of you. Thank you.”

“No, no (Y/N). I owed you that. You saved me...thank you.”

“Wanda Maximoff, you do have manners after all.“ She playfully rolls her eyes on your comment and glances at the floor in embarrassment. „You’re welcome. You would have done the same - I hope?”

She giggles and you can’t help but smile like an idiot at that adorable sound. Then you just stare at each other, both too shy to break the comfortable silence. But then Wanda speaks up again.

“You know I’m-”, she starts fidgeting with her rings, “I’m sorry. For being such a bitch. I.. appreciate what you said… earlier. I guess I was just hurt and frustrated.“

“I know Wanda. Don’t be sorry. You have every right to be mad. It was wrong to expect that we could pretend like nothing happened back there in Sokovia.”

After a short silence Wanda asks, almost in a whisper: “Do- do you regret it?”

“What?! No! Loving you is the best thing that has ever happened to me. As a friend. But also more.”, you shake your head as if to underline your sentence and the last part of the sentence coming out almost inaudible, but she still hears it.

Wanda says nothing, she just nodds. But then she slowly moves her hand to your own and takes it. Ignoring the butterflies spreading all over your body, you squeeze her hand, happy you both stopped fighting. You shuffle to the edge of the sickbed and pat to the free place next to you. The Sokovian hesitantly moves next to you, but as soon as she feels your warm body next to her, she gives in and relaxes. You both lie there, just enjoying each other’s presence, until Wanda’s eyes start to get heavier and heavier and she eventually drives off to sleep. And seeing her, the girl you love, in this peaceful state relaxes you as well and you can’t fight falling asleep with the calming sound of her steady breathing next to you.

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Part 2

[alaskasmonsters]

Patch-Up | Levi Ackerman

levi got injured and you clean his wounds and patch him up, feeling guilty about being the reason he got hurt.

pairing: Levi Ackerman x gn!reader

w.c: 2.665

warning: very minor description of injuries, mentions of blood, Levi is kinda very soft in this one

a.n: i wasn’t actually planning to finish this so quickly, haha, levi i love you. also, i feel like he might kinda be ooc??? i just idk, maybe? i hope it isn’t too bad, though.

A frustrated sigh left your lips as you inspected Levi’s face closer, trying to hide your concern about the head wound and the now dried-up blood that marked a trail from the man’s hair line down to his chin.

He’s been hurt during your fight against Kenny and his guys, hitting his head horribly at one point during, leaving a nasty cut behind.

You already felt bad about that, since it was kinda your fault he hit his head in the first place, as he had to protect you in a moment you weren’t entirely focused and would have certainly died if Levi hadn’t swooped in and saved your ass.

It didn’t help that Levi’s eyes, who were usually set in a cold and unbothered glance had grown softer, which smoothened out the frown he almost always wore on his face.

It was terrifying.

You hoped the man didn’t have a concussion because of your stupidity.

“I’ll clean the wound,” you mumbled weakly, repeating words you’ve already said once to remind yourself to keep moving towards him.

You were hyper aware of the captain’s eyes on you and the way the matratze softly bounced as you sunk down on the bed beside him. You reached for the bucket with fresh water and the cloth hanging off it and noticed in horror that your hands were shaking.

Calm down. It‘s only a little blood.

Dipping the fabric into the water and wringing it out you tried to focus your attention on calming your breath, scared Levi would notice you panicking and get annoyed by your sensitive nature as he once called it.

As you were sure your heart rate had slowed you turned again, sending the brunet a small smile, hoping it looked reassuring, as you moved the cloth to start cleaning around the area of the eyes first, so he could see again.

Your hands were still shaking, you noticed bitterly, but you tried your best to make it seem like it was fine.

A hand then took hold of your wrist in a surprisingly soft manner, holding your arm in place.

You froze in surprise, eyes glancing up to find Levi staring at you. His gaze studying you calmly.

“I‘m okay,” he said.

You averted your eyes, biting your lips.

So he had noticed.

Of course.

He was way too observant to miss your fidgety movements and shaky breath. You should probably be more surprised about the soft tone of his voice and the absent annoyance in his features.

„I know,“ you assured, trying and probably failing at putting a tone of certainty in your voice.

Levi studied your face once more, before he gave a slow nod of approval, letting go off your wrist again.

You hoped he didn’t see you visibly relax after he did.

Quickly, you went to work and started cleaning off the dried blood from beneath his left eye first. That proved itself more difficult than you had expected as the constant weight of his eyes on you made you feel nervous and short-breathed.

Silence fell between the both of you, the only sound being your breathing and the occasional water splashing, when cleaning off the rug.

“Close your eye,” you ordered as you had removed all the blood from his cheek.

Levi did what you told him without complaining, closing his eye while he continued watching you out of the other in the meantime.

You clenched your jaw, slowly growing frustrated by the eerie silence between you two and Levi’s uncharacteristic calmness.

Not that he usually screamed at you, but the aura of annoyance that enveloped humanity’s strongest most days, especially when interacting with you it seemed, had disappeared.

It kinda scared you.

His persistent glance on you, now out of two eyes again as you moved to clean off the cloth, would have felt more comfortable if he’d just rolled his eyes once in a while.

It almost seemed like he was expecting you to do something, or hoping maybe. Although you had no idea of what that could be.

Slowly the silence was growing heavy for you, the urge to fill it with words becoming unbearable. So when you turned back to move on to his forehead, softly brushing dark strands of hair out of his face you said the first thing that came to mind.

“I‘m sorry.“

The familiar frown appeared on his face again and your heart jumped in your chest.

“What are you talking about?“

You shrugged, trying to focus your attention on your task at hand instead of letting your eyes shift back to his.

“I was being stupid and didn‘t pay attention and you had to save my ass...now you‘re hurt,” you whispered, words dripping with guilt.

Tears pricked the corner of your eyes and you cursed yourself at being so hypersensitive. Levi hated when you cried about stupid shit, he hated it when you were being dramatic.

You bit your lips, forcing the tears back down.

„Tch. It wasn‘t your fault your ODM gear malfunctioned, brat.”

Levi did finally sound annoyed (his voice still had that soft nuance to it, though, so it didn’t completely count).

“If I wasn't distracted that moment, I wouldn't have been almost sliced up by one of Kenny’s guys despite my malfunctioning ODM gear and you wouldn’t have had to swoop in and save my ass and then you never would have gotten hurt...” i explained, hands moving faster to rub the blood off of his skin as my voice rose in frustration.

If you had only been able to save face, keep calm and not fall into utter panic the moment something didn’t work out as you had expected it, too. Then this would have never happened.

Levi was right. You were irresponsible and childish and hot headed and...

A cold hand snuck around your wrist once again, squeezing your skin once, twice. Your hand stilled. Turning your face away, you bit your lip in frustration.

You had been told often, by almost everyone you’ve ever gotten to know throughout the years with the Survey Corps, that you wore your heart on your sleeve. Some found it endeatring, calling you soft hearted and gentle, while others were (rightfully) scolding you for it, saying you’d never make it far in this kind of profession when you weren’t even able to hide your frustration with the smallest things.

Armin, one of your new recruits, had once told you you had an honest face. Said it was the reason many people trusted you, since they knew you couldn’t hide your lies or insincerities as easily as others.

Levi had told you many times that it was your biggest disadvantage and he was right. You’d never be able to rise in the ranks, never would be declared the leader of a squad or trusted in a position with responsibility. After all, nobody wanted to take orders from someone who couldn't hide their fear, anger, frustration or sadness.

You almost expected Levi to scold you for it once again, grip your wrist and tell you, no, order you to get a grip, not to let anybody see your weakness...

He didn’t.

“I told you, it wasn‘t your fault,” he told you sternly as his thumb softly stroked the inside of your wrist.

Your brain so gracefully short-circuited at the action and unwillingly, as if you were pulled towards a magnet, your eyes were drawn back towards Levi.

His facial expression was just as monotone as usual, but his eyes, they were different still. An emotion you couldn’t quite grasp hidden just beneath the surface. You didn’t know what exactly it was, but it made your heart flutter.

“I‘m still sorry though,” you protested weakly, smiling a little, hoping it would ease the thick tension.

Levi continued to study your face in silence for a few seconds before he finally let go, with a roll of his eyes and a scoff.

You could hardly hide the feeling of triumph that gave you.

“Brat.”

You grinned at him, turning your attention back to his wounds.

You hadn’t even noticed how long you’d already held his hair back, cradling his head in your hand.

The realization made your cheeks glow and you quickly sneaked a look at the man but noticed thankfully Levi had either not noticed or decided not to comment.

You went back to your job, chest a little lighter.

When you were finished cleaning off all the dried off blood you took a closer look at his injury. Despite the vehement blood loss the cut in his skin was relatively small. It didn’t even need stitches, although it might leave behind a bump, considering the velocity he had hit the roof with on his way down.

You sat back on your hackles and raised your finger. You gave Levi a stern (or hopefully stern) glance as you told him to follow your movements.

“Don‘t be an idiot, i don‘t have a concussion.”

You gave him a pout, unmoving as you eyed him stubbornly.

Judging by how easily he gave in, indicated by a sigh and another roll of his eyes, your worry might be justified.

You started moving your hand slowly and Levi followed the movement for a while, sending you a glare when you started drawing circles and spirals into the air.

You just gave him a grin.

“Okay, any dizziness? Headaches?” you asked.

“Why need a headache when you‘re around?” Levi answered sarcastically.

Seems like he was alright enough to be a little shit, then.

“Don‘t insult the person who‘s been cleaning blood off of you for 10 minutes!“

Now the only thing left to do was patching up his head, Thinking about it, a bandaged head would probably only add even more to his already above average appearance.

You started applying the cloth, carefully wrapping the material around his head. Levi endured your slow process like a champ.

You peeked at him from time to time, making sure the man had no complaints. He was very precise and hated sloppy work and you didn’t want him to think of you as unfit to fix him up. After all you had been the one offering, no, persisting to take a look and you didn’t want him to regret giving in to you.

“Stop looking at me like that, brat.”

You frowned, glancing down at him again.

“What? I don‘t know what you mean. I‘m not looking at you in any specific way.”

The corners of his lips moved up slightly, close enough to resemble a smile and your breath stuttered at the unfamiliar action. Your eyes were pulled towards them, the soft curve of his mouth was strangely captivating to you.  

“It‘s the way you‘re always looking at me,” he explained with a teasing tone and his smirk widened a little, making him look less and less like the Levi you’ve talked to every day.

Your face flooded with heat and you quickly snapped up your eyes, to no longer stare at the man’s lips (yes, you had been staring, how embarrassing) but instead into his eyes.

Big mistake.

The amused glint you found there made your face flush an even darker shade of red.

You could curse yourself and that you were once again acting like a smitten teenager instead of a soldier in front of your captain.

Trying to gloss over your embarrassment you shook your head, scoffing softly. Then you focused your attention on finishing your work with the bandage.

“I don‘t look at you any differently than I look at other people,” you declared in frustration.

He laughed. Levi Ackerman, emotionally stunted Levi Ackerman laughed. It was quiet and breathy, more likely a chuckle, almost inaudible, too.

But it shook you to your core.

“You have no issue declaring your love to me multiple times a day, but now you‘re getting shy?“ he asked in amusement, cocking his head to the side.

You huffed.

He wasn’t wrong, you were awfully direct with your affections towards the captain. Just like you couldn’t hide your emotions when it came to your face, you were horrible at concealing them in general.

How could you not comment on his strength and attractiveness when it was a blatant fact. Although you often did it in a joking manner, teasing Levi for having the prettiest face in the Survey Corps and acknowledging his skills with the ODM gear.

It wasn’t fair he was using this against you now.

“Shut up!” you grumbled, pulling at the cloth to straighten it out again.

Levi did shut up, although the smile didn’t fall from his face and his eyes watched you work with interest.

You finished quickly, partly because his gaze on you was nothing short of unsettling, partly because you hoped you’d get away before he started full on teasing you.

You couldn’t quite hide your frustration (as already established) and let out an exasperated groan.

“And stop smiling!” you warned, not sure where you’ve gotten the courage to do so.

Levi followed your movements as you picked up the bucket and brought it across the room to empty its contents into the sink.

“Is my smile bothering you? Didn‘t you say i should smile more?“ he asked in confusion.

“Yeah, but just in general. Not when i‘m in the room!“ you corrected him halfheartedly.

The chuckle you got in response made your brain short circuit once again.

How the fuck was this man so hot?

”Any specific reasons as to why, brat?“

You could only speak of luck that your back was turned towards Levi so you could hide the traitorous shade of red your face must be spotting at this moment. There would have been no denying it if the captain had chosen to comment on it.

Knowing him, he would have.

“Shut up.”  you protested again, subtly raising your hands to your face to cool your cheeks a little.

You couldn’t see his face this way but you were sure that Levi put his newfound ability of a smile, maybe even a smirk, judging by the goosebumps you felt on the back of your neck, to use.

While you were busy washing the bucket, Levi got to his feet to study your work in the mirror by the cupboard. He took a few seconds, and you believed he must be sorting the criticism he had by fatality, starting with the least life threatening mistake you made and moving on to the most hard hitting insult.

Despite what you had thought he gave his reflection a satisfied nod.

Okay, what?

“Decent job, brat,” he complimented and yes you might have combusted that moment.

You turned back to the sink, a satisfied smile growing on your lips. Your stomach felt all fuzzy and warm at Levi’s praise.

You didn’t notice the captain approach, only noticing his presence when he was already leaning into your personal space, whispering a soft “Thank you.” into your ear. His hot breath fanned over sensitive skin and you froze in your movement.

To torture you or maybe he didn’t get enough fun out of the situation already, he then proceeded to plant a small kiss to the corner of your lips, missing just enough so it wouldn’t count as a real kiss, before retreating again.

He left the room as if nothing of importance had just happened, leaving you behind, frozen in your spot and heart hammering in your chest.

Levi was already gone when you were able to shake yourself out of the shock.

You carefully touched your cheek, the ghost of a sensation of soft lips against your warm skin still prominent. The memory of him lingering for just a second too long now fresh on your mind.

A huge grin split your face, the urge to jump on the bed and hug your pillow while giggling manically overcame you out of a sudden.

You really were acting like a smitten teenager.

[lupiningwolves]

The new teacher | Remus Lupin x reader

summary: you were in a relationship with Remus, but things ended after your best friends died. But now you meet him again.

warnings: kissing, mentions of food, none actually just fluff

song: Closure by Hayd (I love his music so much) It‘s the bold text

Y/A is your animagus

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After the first war, you didn’t think that you‘d ever be happy again. You lost everyone you ever cared for. Marlene, Peter, James and Lily were murdered. Sirius betrayed them, which was probably worse. Then, there was Remus. At that time, the two of you were in a relationship. You dreamt about getting married and having a family after the war. But when you found out what Sirius did, you fell apart.

Now, you were okay again. Dumbledore offered you a job as a Muggle Studies teacher at Hogwarts, as you yourself had Muggle parents. You had a great relationship with the other teachers. Especially McGonagall, because she was the head of your house when you were at Hogwarts. The only person that made you trouble was Snape. He still wasn’t over Lily or the pranks that you and your friends played at him.

It was the first day of school in Harry‘s third year. He didn’t know that his Mum was your best friend. Or that the person that betrayed him taught you to dance, so that you could teach Remus. You smiled as the memories folded back.

„Is everything alright, Y/N?“ You turned your head to look at McGonagall.

„Hm? Oh, yeah, everything’s fine“, you answered and smiled at her.

„Have you heard that there is a new teacher this year?“

„Yes, in defense against the dark art, right?“ She hummed in agreement and smirked. „I‘m curious who it is.“

„I bet you will be happily surprised.“ She went to get the first years as you walked in the Great Hall. At the teacher‘s table were still the ‚old‘ teachers and nobody new. You took your regular seat next to Professor Sprout. The seat next to you was reserved for the new one.

„Hello, Y/N“, Sprout greeted you.

„Hello“, you smiled.

„I‘m glad to see you. Have you had a nice summer?“

„Yes, just the same old good. It was fine.“ She smiled at you and then her glance was behind you.

You were confused at first, but then realised it was the new teacher. You turned your head and said something before realising who it was. „Hi, I‘m Y/N-“ Remus too looked surprised to see you. „Remus“, you breathed out.

„Y/N“, he whispered. You got up and without thinking before your action and wrapped your arms around his neck. You were happy that he hugged you back.

„I haven’t heard anything from you in twelve years“, you said and let him go. „How have you been.“

„It was alright. It‘s still … you know?“ His face fell just as yours.

You nodded. „Yes, I know.“ You tried to smile again. „It’s nice that you are here now. I always wondered why Lockhart was here last year. I bet you‘ll be a great teacher.“

„Thanks, Y/N. You‘ve been here for a longer time now?“

„Yes, actually a few years.“ You saw Snape, who looked more dissatisfied than usually.

„Has he changed?“ Remus saw the look and your face and watched Snape now too.

„Nah, he’s still a pain in the arse. But he showers now and then .“ He laughed at your comment. His gaze roamed around the room until it fell on Harry. „It’s Harry.“

„I know. I met him on the train. He looks just like him.“

„He has her eyes.“ A small smile made it’s way on your face. But still, tears were welling up in your eyes. „The girl, that’s Hermoine Granger. She’s the smart one, you’ll see. And the boy is Ron Weasley. You remember Arthur and Molly?“ He nodded. „It’s their son.“

„Another one?“

„Yeah. Bill and Charlie already graduated. Percy is that one.“ You nodded to Percy. „The second year girl is Ginny. And the twins are Fred and George.“ You smiled. „They remind me of James and Sirius.“ You didn’t realise what you said, but felt horrible for doing it. You wanted to apologise, but just as you were about to, McGonagall entered the Great Hall followed by the first years.

You and Remus didn’t talk durning dinner and after it was done, you two went separate ways.

When you were on the way to your room, McGonagall appeared by your side. „How are you? You didn‘t look like you were happy to see Remus.“

„I am, I really am. I just don’t think that we are the same after … what happened“, you answered. „You have firewhisky in your room, don’t you?“

She smirked. „Yes, I do.“ You two went the other direction to her room. She grabbed a bottle and two glasses.

After a few drinks, you were already tipsy. „It’s not like I don’t love him anymore. I do. But maybe we fell in love before we ready.“

„Or you gave up before you were steady.“

„I don’t know“, you sighed. „All I know is that now I‘m alone.“

You let the subject drop. You talked for another hour until you went to bed.

~~~

Weeks passed by and you never really talked to Remus, even though you dearly wanted to. You wanted him to talk to you, hold you and be there for you like he had done before. But you didn’t.

The first full moon appeared. Remus looked sick and could barely stand on his feet. But what he didn’t know is that you became an animagus before you broke up. You hated knowing that he was alone during the worst. So you did what his friends did.

When the sun set you excused yourself from dinner and went to the Whomping Willow. You turned to your animagus form and entered the Shrieking Shack. Remus looked confused and surprised, but didn’t care much, because his transformation began.

Soon, a werewolf stood in front of you. The night was alright, he didn’t attack you and trusted you more and more.

You woke up before Remus and quickly made your way back to the castle before he woke up. You didn’t want to explain him that the Y/A was you.

„I know it was you“, Remus whispered in your ear at dinner.

„What?“

„The Y/A last night, it was you.“ You acted like you didn’t know what he meant, but he smiled. „I know it was you, Y/N. I know you. You should’ve told me“, he said.

„I wanted to before we broke up“, you said. He looked hurt. His gaze wandered to McGonagall and she nodded. He took your hand and led you out of the Great Hall.

„Remus, what are you doing?“, you asked, giggling like the girl you were when you played pranks with the other Marauders. He turned his head to you and smiled. Then, you came to his room.

„Do want a tea?“

You laughed harder now, but he didn’t understand why. „You asking me now if I want tea?“ He shrugged his shoulders and nodded. „Alright. Do you still have so much chocolate?“

„Of course I do. I could never live without it“, he smiled and made both of you a cup of tea. While the water was boiling, he grabbed chocolate and gave it to you.

„Thanks“, you said.

He sat down at the table, you took the seat in front of him. There was silence, you could just hear how the two of you sipped your tea.

„Y/N, I am so sorry“, he said eventually. „I know I should’ve wrote you. I shouldn’t have broke up with you in first place. I guess sometimes you find thе one but the timing's off and the place is wrong.“

You were shocked by what he said. And confused in first place. „W-What are you trying to say?“

„Maybe we would‘ve been closer if we were a couple years older. But we are now.“

„I - Remus, what?“ You were more than confused now. But sure happy about what he said. „I never stopped loving you, you know?“, you said.

„Me neither.“ You had no idea what to say. You two just confessed your love to each other. But a smile crept across your face.

When Remus stood up, you did the same. In a matter of seconds, his hands were on your cheeks, your arms around his neck to pull him down to you and his lips pressed against yours.

It was like you dreamt of it the last days. How it was back then. But you were sure that it lasted for forever now.

[ontheblock]

stay

•warning: angst

It was the end of year four when Draco first sent you home with butterflies fluttering inside your stomach.

“Stay with me. Just now. I won‘t ask for forever. Until the train comes.“

You could see the heat creeping up his neck by how flushed his skin got and you held back a giggle at how out of character the oh so high and mighty Malfoy spawn acted for a girl. But your chest tingled at the thought of Draco dropping his tough guy act just this once, knowing you wouldn’t laugh or tell your friends the way he blushed or how his hands trembled at his first real confession. Nobody would believe you if you tried to spread it around anyway. He mastered his cocky attitude so well that they would mock you for spinning a lie this unbelievable. Draco Malfoy being nervous? Because of you? Not in a thousand years. But there he was, rubbing the back of his neck and suddenly he didn‘t look as tall as he actually was. You couldn‘t help but hook your pinky into his, holding onto him.

“Of course. Forever.“

He swallowed, mirroring the way your pinky curled around his.

Your fifth year rolled around and you felt your hand tangled in Draco‘s more often than not.

His mean demeanor wouldn‘t change, not for you, not for anyone. But god, it was hard to be mad at the boy that would fetch you the stars from the sky. With every insult came kisses and a gift. With every tear came warm hands to hug your face. He gave you his everything. So you found yourself sticking up less and less for the poor souls that fell victim to your boyfriend‘s bad side. Because the crueler he was towards them, the softer he let himself become when you two were alone. The sweet nicknames he gave you made your stomach flutter. Princess. It started as a joke about him practically being Slytherin‘s very own prince. He would laugh, leaning his head against yours, taking in the scent of the perfume he got you. It was cute until the day he called you his princess because every prince need himself a princess. He liked the way your body heated up and you squirmed in your seat next to him in the Great Hall. The way his thumb traced small circles on your thigh during free time when your legs draped over his lap made you heart throb.

Today was no different. Slytherin won a Quidditch match and Draco played a huge roll in their triumph over the other team. You greeted him with a smile and Draco pulled you into his arms, pressing a kiss to your lips as the rest of his house celebrated the well earned win. It wasn‘t like you cared about Quidditch as much as the rest. No, you cared about the glint in your boyfriends eyes, the tired out grin plastered on his handsome features. His cocky laugh when he told you he knew you‘d be waiting for him because you were a good little wife. His team mates laughed along and you thought that this was your death bed with how hot your face got, ready to melt you brain.

Wife.

You were sure that Draco meant it but he started acting weird in year six.

You saw him clenching his jaw during the meals.

You saw him snapping at his loyal friends more than in his usual cocky and playful way.

You saw him lose the glint on his eyes and the smile on his lips when you waited outside his class whenever you could.

You saw it right away, the minute he got off the train. You tried to talk but Draco wasn‘t the open book that let you stroke and repair his torn pages anymore.

“Draco, I know when something is wrong with you.“ You followed him through the corridors like a lost puppy because he just wouldn’t slow is aggressive stride. Not even when you begged him to talk to you.

“There is nothing wrong. You‘re so annoying.“ His voice was snappy and you frowned at the back of his head because he wouldn’t turn around.

“Ok, ‘m sorry“, you mumbled and the hurt in your voice made his heart clench so tightly that he thought that feeling would never leave. So he stopped, abruptly enough for you to almost crash into his back.

“I didn‘t mean that, darling.“ He turned around, cupping your face with his weirdly cold hands. They used to be warmer. “You‘re not annoying.“

You just nodded, leaning into the touch that became more rare since the start of the year. But he convinced you that school put a lot on his plate and he just needed space. Or maybe he didn‘t but you bit your tongue to be the good wife he wanted to marry after graduation.

You thought that helping him out in his classes would be enough to bring back the man you loved. But it became pretty apparent that he didn‘t need help. He was an excellent student, better than you in fact.

You still sat next to him in your common room, legs draped over his lap as he let his feather glide on a previously blank piece of paper.

Neither of you talked for a good while. Really, you didn‘t know what to say because on bad days Draco would tell you to shut up or take anything you said in the wrong way. And to top it off, you didn‘t know if your boyfriend had a bad day until he snapped at someone. That someone often being you. But he was vulnerable and he knew you could put him back together.

He asked you to meet him in the common room at night but he refused to tell you why. You had to just accept the vague demand even if dread sat heavy in your bones all day. Another frown he put on your face that used to be a smile.

Until you finally snuck out of the dorms to see Draco still in his uniform, sitting spread out on the leather couch with his head fallen back into his neck. He looked so tired and all you wanted was to hold him for the night. But his head already shot up when he heard your steps, alarmed at the sudden noise. He wasn‘t that jumpy a few years ago.

You shot him a smile as you lowered yourself on the couch next to him, putting your hand on his knee. He tried to return it but his eyes were bloodshot and that was all you could look at. Did he not sleep well?

“Princess“, he started in a hushed tone. You missed that nickname. It still gave you butterflies. His eyes stayed trained on the soft hand you draped over his knee. “I didn‘t mean to yell at you.“ You chuckled but it was toneless. Draco scrunched his brows together. “Something funny?“, he challenged you with a little bite in his voice. You quickly shook your head.

“No“, you whispered, scooting closer to him. Draco relaxed back into the couch.

“My father... His expectations- I just don’t know if I can.“ He rubbed his irritated eyes with the ball of his thumb. You gave his hand a gentle squeeze before he pulled it away. “Draco, it‘s fine. You‘re excelling your classes.“ You were so clueless, it made him want to scream. But he didn‘t. Instead he dropped his hands in his lap for you to envelope them with yours.

“Yeah“, he eventually spoke. “Thank you.“ He couldn‘t tell you.

You stood before Draco in the same spot he confessed his undying love to you in the worst way possible, except you were grown now, in your last year to be exact. And it felt nothing like the sweet aftertaste of nostalgia. You thought that someday you would look back at that moment, maybe with a ring on your finger already. But not like this. Never like this.

“Draco...“ It was merely a breath and you didn‘t know if he even heard you but he shut his eyes painfully tight to avoid your pleading eyes.

“Princess, listen.“ The butterflies laid heavy in your stomach, too weak to flutter but not weak enough to die as if they were infested with parasites that crawled over your stomach lining. You tried to listen for longer than a year. “I couldn‘t...“ Draco grew desperate and when he opened his eyes again you were the one averting your gaze. You couldn‘t.

“You‘re one of them. You‘re a-“ Death Eater. You couldn‘t say it but neither could Draco all this time. “I saw your arm.“

He didn‘t answer. He didn‘t even move from his spot until you finally stirred. “I need to go, Draco.“ He shook his head.

“Stay. I won‘t ask for a forever. Just a now.“ His hand reached for yours, pinky raised slightly. But you pulled back, making his eyes shoot up.

“I can‘t...“

[the-bau-quinjet]

And I confess, babe

Part 6 of In Breakable Heaven!

Summary: Feelings are confessed... sort of.

Warnings: none 

Word count: ~2400

“There’s something I haven’t been completely honest about.” You blurted out taking a break from cleaning. It had been a few months since Halloween, and you and Spencer have hung out whenever possible, but never calling anything a date. You had both gotten pretty busy with the holidays, but still made time. He is basically your best friend, but you want more than that. You just aren’t sure he feels the same way. 

Spencer turned from where he was reading on the couch immediately mirroring the nervous expression he could see on your face. “What is it? You know you can tell me anything. That’s what friends are for.” Ugh, friends. This is so confusing. As he walked up to you, you thought you noticed a glimmer of hope in his eyes, but you brush it off. You need to focus.

You have never told any of your friends about this. It’s almost like you were living two lives and all the sudden you wanted them to merge. Well, really you just wanted an excuse to sing love songs to the man standing in front of you without completely freaking him out. “You know how much I love Taylor Swift, right?” You could see the confusion growing on his face 

“Um, yeah. That’s not exactly a secret…” he chuckles as he searches for the truth in your eyes. 

“Well, um... I kind of... well… it’s not really a big deal, but I… you see…”

 “Y/N, just tell me. I promise not to freak out.” He interrupted, the confusion evident on his face.

“Okay, just… I’m inaTaylorSwiftcoverband…” You blurt, the words rushing from your mouth. You cover your face with your hands. Of course, boy genius understood the mess of a sentence you just said, realization slowly dawning on him.

 “Y/N, why were you so nervous to tell me?” He sounded shocked. “You know I would support you no matter what. When’s your next show? I would love to go see you perform.” The sincerity in his voice made tears well up in your eyes. 

You rushed to hug him as you said “I don’t know why I was so nervous. I guess people can be really harsh when you are a Taylor Swift fan. Nobody takes you seriously, ya know? I started the band because her music made me better at conveying my emotions. It was actually a kind of therapy for me at first, but then I fell in love with performing. I actually wanted to tell you so I could invite you, and the rest of the team, to my next show. It’s Saturday night.”

 He ran his hands up and down your back before pulling away to look you in the eyes. “I will be there.” He said, matter-of-factly. 

“Yay!” You were practically jumping with joy that the conversation went well. It felt kind of stupid to be so worried over other people’s perception of your music interests, but you’ve always been self-conscious of being the “weird” girl. It made even the smallest decision so hard for you. “I want you to invite the rest of the team, but keep it a surprise. I haven’t told Penelope, and I’ve known her 2 years longer than you.” He laughed as you realized how comfortable you must have felt with Spencer to be inviting him and his friends to see you perform. Usually the only way you made it through was knowing there was nobody in the audience that would recognize you enough to make fun of you. But, it was time for a change. You have always been proud of your accomplishments, and the people you called your friends should be a part of that.

 “You should know there’s always a theme to the show. I like to tell a story with her songs, pulling from all the albums helps make it more cohesive.” You wanted him to be a little bit prepared for what you had planned. 

“What’s the story for this show?” Spencer asked, curiosity brewing in his mind. 

“Well Doc, I’m afraid that’s a secret. You’ll have to wait and see.” Spencer kept pestering you to find out the theme, but you refused to tell him. Finally, he returned to reading as you cleaned the rest of your apartment.

--

 Saturday came much faster than you were expecting. The nerves you felt kept growing as you tried to finalize the set list you would be performing in just a few hours. The stories you usually tell don’t normally rely so heavily on your own life experiences. But, that’s why you fell in love with Taylor’s music in the first place. The songs are so relatable. It’s incredible how well she can convey emotions and stories with her lyrics. Plus, this is your chance to tell Spencer how you feel without having too much pressure. If he doesn’t say anything about the obvious theme, you could just pretend you made up the story for the audience. It would be fine. No pressure at all.

 The hours until your show drifted away as you got ready and arrived at the venue. You were actually playing in an auditorium instead of a bar for the first time in a few months. The night had been heavily marketed for couples since Valentine’s day is next week, but you knew your friends would all be there to support you. Going over the set list with the band, they knew exactly what mood you were going for. It was clear there were three sections to the night: 1) the break up, drawing heavily on your experience with Drew, 2) moving on from the failed relationship as you form a new crush, possibly on an incredibly hot doctor, and 3) where you wanted this new relationship to go. That storyline is what made the marketing so good. Couples could come and just be in love, relating the music to their own lives. Plus, people were itching for something to do since no real artists were touring in DC right now.

 You glance out at the audience as the lights flicker, indicating only a few minutes until show time. You find Spencer and the rest of the crew, barring Hotch and Rossi, easily as you put them in the front row. You wanted to be able to see their faces, or completely look over their heads. It all depends on the expression of the one and only Spencer Reid.

 “Hello, and welcome to the show!” You try to hide the nerves. You’ve done this plenty of times, but knowing who is in the audience is taking a toll. “In case you didn’t know, with every show I do, I try to tell a story. Usually, it is based on a movie or a book, but today I am trying something a little bit new. No book, no movie, just a story. It’s got three parts to it. Part one sucks.” You laugh along with the audience. “It’s about a breakup and learning to move on. So let’s get started!”

 You immediately jump into the first song Babe. Technically it features Taylor Swift, but she wrote it so it counts. Plus, it is the perfect song to describe your feelings to finding Drew cheating on you, and she did write it.

 This is the last time I’ll ever call you Babe.

 “Now, I know how hard it can be to get over someone who you’ve been with a long time. Especially when combined with the pain of them cheating on you. This next song describes that mentality of recognizing that someone won’t change because you want them to. Sometimes, the best thing to do is cry and scream and move on.” The instrumental to You’re Not Sorry begins to play as you calm you’re nerves.

 This is the last straw. Don’t wanna hurt anymore. And you can tell me that you’re sorry, but I don’t believe you baby like I did before. You’re not sorry. No, no, no no.

 “I know, I know. No more sad songs! After you break up with someone, it can be pretty hard to not miss what you had. But eventually, you’ll get to a point where when they call you in the middle of the night, all you have to say is We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together. Like ever.”

 You make it through the next song without a hitch. The crowd is clearly enjoying the show, which is actually helping with your nerves. You’ve glanced at your friends a few times, but nothing that lingers. You’re not quite mentally prepared to look at Spencer yet.

 “With every breakup, there is some amount of time afterward where you can’t help but think about them. No matter how badly it ended, there is at least a day. It could slowly fade out or it could just disappear one day, like magic. Either way, this song is how I personally feel once that window of time ends.”

 I forgot that you existed. It isn’t love, it isn’t hate, it‘s just indifference.

 This song really helped turn the mood around. Everybody is dancing and singing, clearly enjoying themselves. As the song ends, your nerves return a bit. This is the scary part.

 “And with that, we move on to part 2! As the saying goes, the best way to get over him is to get under someone else. Well, that’s not exactly where this is going, but it follows the same general logic.” The instrumental to Enchanted has already started as you finish the intro “Meeting someone who helps take your mind off the bad by making new memories.”

 All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you. This night is sparkling, don’t you let it go. I’m wonderstruck, blushing all the way home.

 This is the first song you are singing directly to Spencer, even if you can’t even look at him. You glance at every other member of the BAU, but you just can’t bring yourself to admit it to him. Not yet.

 Please don’t be in love with someone else. Please don’t have somebody waiting on you.

 You can feel the sting in your throat that comes from thinking of Spencer being with someone else, finally making you look at him. He seems happy. He’s not dancing as much as everyone else, but he is swaying. You count it as a win.

 “Now, I’m not saying the only way to get over a breakup is a new relationship. Sometimes, you just need a friend.” You clear your throat to go right into the next song.

 Wanna hang out? Yeah, sounds like fun. Video games, you pass me a note. Sleeping in tents. It’s nice to have a friend.

 This is where it’s supposed to be obvious who you are singing to. None of your newly formed friends really know the extent of your relationship with Spencer. But, you’ve convinced him to try a lot of new things. It started small, with hiking, but eventually you got him to agree to a short camping trip over a long weekend. It was freezing since it was November, but you just cuddled together around the fire. That is what makes this so nerve wracking. You are terrified of messing up your friendship.

 “Friends are the best resource post breakup. They always know how to put a smile on my face, no matter what I’m upset about. You could go so far as to say I’m Only Me When I’m With You.” You laugh at the corny joke, knowing that’s the next song you’re singing. “To be completely honest, this is kind of a story of the past few months of my life. I had a pretty bad breakup, but I met some new friends who really helped me through it. It’s nice to be completely honest about yourself with someone else.”

 I don’t try to hide my tears, my secrets, or my deepest fears. And through it all, nobody gets me like you do.

 “Now, we move onto the third and final part of the show. We’ve covered the past and the present, so all that’s left is the future! The future is unknown, which is kinda of scary when you think about it. So, it can really help to have someone who makes you feel Fearless.” So many lyrics make you want to stare at Spencer.

 I wanna ask you dance right there, in the middle of the parking lot.

-

Run your hands through your hair, absentmindedly making me want you.

-

And I don’t know why, but with you I’d dance in a storm in my best dress, fearless.

-

You’ve decided against looking at Spencer and the rest of the profilers. If you make eye contact you know they would 100% be able to see right through you. Just two more songs to get through. You don’t even pause to talk before the next song is playing.

 Cause all I know is you said, “Hello” and your eyes look like coming home.

 You’ve spent so long thinking about Spencer and his perfect freaking eyes that you subconsciously glance at him right then. The second you realize, you look away again, missing the look of complete adoration on his face.

 And meet me there tonight and let me know that it’s not all in my mind.

 “Alrighty folks, I’ve got one more song for you. You probably could’ve guessed it by now, part 3 is about a future relationship, one I’m not currently in. But that’s the thing about the future, you never really know what it holds.” This is where shit goes a little bit sideways. You didn’t plan on changing the lyrics. Most of the profilers seem to miss it, not recognizing that you switched one very crucial word in the song. The one profiler that notices the mistake has spent the last four months listening to every Taylor Swift song ever written because he’s spent so much time with you, and you are always listening to something.

 Dark jeans and your converse, look at you. Oh damn, never seen that color blue.

 Oh damn is right. You somehow manage to make it through the rest of the song, but now Spencer knows you were singing to him. You can’t decide if you’re glad it’s out there or if you are going to puke the second you run off stage.

 “Delicate is about the beginnings of a romance. It’s that point where you are scared any sudden movements will shatter everything you’ve built so far.” You take one final deep breathe. “It’s about admitting your feelings because you can’t move forward without taking the next step. That’s what the future is all about. Thank you all for coming, goodnight!” And with that, you left.

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[swamplatibule]

@sugarcoatedsadism

i mean you can’t just say that and expect me to not

this is really badly written but oh well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Basil De Luca

21 years old - genderfluid [all pronouns] - lesbian

Basil’s whole thing is that amidst everything happening in Gestalt, they‘re just kinda there, and they don’t seem to actually give two shits about anything. Roommate mysteriously goes missing? Well shit, alright. Friend that she might be in love with is the Queen of Wands and now a wanted fugitive? Cool, fuck the Knights. Part of the last generation with no possibility of making a mark on the world? Okay, and? He just rolls with everything, living life in the moment.

Personality Traits: Sarcastic. Basil‘s sense of humor relies on their deadpan attitude and sharp wit. It‘s almost as if he sees life as a joke, and a good one at that. Everything is funny to them, unless you actually manage to offend them - then you’re going to be the butt of every joke they make. Spiteful. Spite is really the only reason she‘s still alive. They’re the kind of person to intentionally do the opposite of what they’re told just for fun. It’s even worse if xe doesn’t respect you. Indifferent. He doesn’t seem at all concerned with politics or famous families or laws or anything like that. They think that shit is stupid. Everyone is going to die anyway, why worry? She also doesn’t care what people think of her - if anything, she finds it funny when people hate her. Chill. It’s really hard to make Basil mad or upset, because they just roll with everything. Nothing seems to faze him. You could set off fireworks right outside the window to his room and he’d be like “*sips monster* yep same shit as always”.

Physical Traits: Height: 6’0 Weight: 163 Ethnicity: Caucasian Body Type: Very muscular and athletic and also really physically intimidating. Eyes: A very vibrant dark green color Hair: Straight and coarse. Naturally light brown, but they keep it dyed a really dusty looking blue. It’s styled like an extra messy wolf cut, but it‘s usually in a ponytail to keep it out of their face. Skin: Pretty well-tanned. He spends a lot of time outside. Voice: Her voice’s pitch is pretty low, with a good bit of gravel to it and a vaguely Italian accent. It’s a very nice voice. Very soothing to listen to. Scars: Really just their top surgery scars, though they often have cuts and bruises on their face. Other: His nose is just slightly crooked from being broken one too many times. Clothing style: Really just a tank top and sweatpants. They don’t put effort into outfits.

History: They were born in Italy just a year before Awakening Night. Both of her parents got, yknow, obliterated, so she lived in an orphanage for most of her childhood. At 16, he just sort of… left. Saved up money and went to Berlin, not for any particular reason - xe just wanted to. They started at Vermillion, just because there were dorms on campus and they needed somewhere to stay. His roommate, weird dude named Cleo, was always obsessed with some weird science thing he didn’t quite understand. The two mainly left each other alone, unless Basil was telling him off for being way too loud while she was trying to sleep. Anyway. One night, Cleo just… vanished. Gone. Nobody knew where he was. A few people blamed Basil for it, but he didn’t know what happened either. Still, nobody wanted to be their new roommate, and they were fine with that. At least it meant quiet, and nobody to worry about when she snuck out at night. See, Basil had found this weird underground fight club type thing, and as any normal person would do, joined. So every few nights, they sneak out through the window, go fight someone, and then come back with either a few bruises or covered in blood. Depends on how the fight goes.

Funky Other Stuff:

She‘s an extremely good liar, because she’s able to think up complete bullshit in seconds and say it so bluntly and confidently that most people are just like “oh okay cool” and don’t realize she was making it up until… well, never.

They seem like they’d listen to really loud heavy music, right? Wrong. Basil actually has a surprising obsession with 50s music!

He has no regard for his personal health whatsoever, and throws himself right into the thick of things without thinking about it.

Ze seems like ze doesn’t care about anything - but ze does. Ze just bottles up strong emotions and then takes them out in zer illegal fight club thing. It’s like an outlet for zer. (and also zer main source of income, since people make bets on the fights.)

She doesn’t actually have any “formal” combat training. No fancy martial arts or anything - she just knows how to punch hard and take a hit.

He‘s actually quite an artist, and he does a lot of sketching of the people he knows.

Their nickname for Katrin is “Beans”, just because she’s so small.

Fey has an addiction to most energy drinks, mainly monsters. They drink two or three of those fuckers a day.

Her dorm is a complete mess. She knows where everything is, but for other people, they can barely navigate it.

They’re actually currently looking for Katrin - they don’t care that she’s the Queen of Wands. They just want to make sure their friend is safe and protect her if she needs it.

Relationships with Other Gestalt Dudes:

(I left out the ones they wouldn’t know so that’s why some are missing)

Katrin: When Cleo went missing, Wands took interest in his theories. Katrin had to befriend Basil to get into their dorm and take a look at Cleo’s work. Turns out it was a waste of time - Cleo wasn’t a genius, he was just batshit crazy. Still, Katrin and Basil stayed friends. In fact, Basil really considers her their best friend - because she’s the only one they have. They’ve actually asked her a few times to come watch them fight, something they won’t ask anyone else. Basil’s not sure if she‘s in love with Katrin, but she’d never say anything about it. After all, doesn’t she have a boyfriend or something? Once he found out she was the Queen of Wands… he didn’t care. She’s still his friend. He’d offer to let her stay in his dorm - it’s not like anyone visits him anyway - if he knew how to get the message to her.

Basil: Yo, Beans, I have an idea. I’ll play the game, but you wear the headset and talk through it. Katrin: …What would the point of that be? Basil: There is nothing funnier than three grown men who think they’re getting their asses kicked by a small girl, trust me.

Lorelei: Their dorms are pretty close together, and Lorelei’s caught them sneaking back in more times they can count. Basil’s discovered that if he just makes up some weird-ass bullshit about himself, she’ll generally be satisfied with that answer - which leads to her having a loooong list of theories about him that just get wilder and wilder. He thinks it’s funny, so rather than correcting her, he’s just gonna run the joke into the ground.

Lorelei: Where were you? And what the hell happened to your face? Basil: Oh, uh- I’m in a Mothman cult that meets on Saturdays. Our human sacrifice tried to escape. Lorelei:……Your WHAT Basil: Yeah, but don’t worry, he didn’t get away. We ate him. With seasonings, we’re not animals. G’night.

Remzi: They’re sort of frenemies. Remzi saw them in the gym and went “AHA A FELLOW ALPHA” or whatever and started hanging around them - until he realized that they are not at all like that. But he’s NOT A FUCKIN QUITTER 😤 so he’s trying to kinda mold them to be like him because he sees it as “ignored potential”, but he gets easily annoyed with them because they’re not really trying and that gets under his skin. Basil, on the other hand, sees him as more of an extremely aggressive and annoying chihuahua that just decided to be around them, and they‘ve kinda just given up on any possibility of him leaving them alone. Besides, he’s not half bad of a gym partner if they blast their music loud enough to drown him out.

Remzi: BE THE LION! ROAR! Basil: …rawr. Remzi:

Adamska: These two? They do not like each other. Adamska’s got his whole good-little-Christian-boy thing, which Basil thought was kinda funny until he said he wouldn‘t spar with xem because xey were a girl. (Not as in he was being an ass, he just assumed xey were a girl because xey still had boobs at the time) Basil, being a) not a girl and b) a firm believer in Equal Rights Equal Fights was very offended. Xey can’t go five minutes in the same room as him without mocking him somehow. He’s one of the few people xey aren’t just ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ about - which would be quite an achievement if it didn’t make xem super mean to him.

Basil: OH MY GOD Vetrov is that your ankle?? That is so scandalous you should be ashamed what a temptress Adamska: *having an existential crisis*

Einhardt: They barely interact, but they have this sort of mutual respect since they both just. Do not want to be around people. Any conversation between them is very stiff and dry and kinda awkward, but it works for them.

Mari: He’s… indifferent. As long as her photographing doesn’t invade his privacy, he’s chill with it. Besides, some of her pictures aren’t half bad. He just has to hide his whole underground fight club thing from her because she would have a field day with it. He generally uses the same strategy on her that he does for Lorelei, just way watered down.

Mari: Holy shit what happened to your face? Did you get beat up? By who? Basil: I was on a walk and I fell. Mari: Oh. That’s… That’s actually really boring. Basil: …Thanks.

Celeste: She doesn’t mind Celeste. She’s just really loud for their taste. They don’t talk at all unless Basil’s chatting with Meine.

Meine: They have to talk every now and then since Basil has to pay rent to her. It’s pretty casual, although Basil does think it’s funny to joke-flirt with her (and also wouldn’t say no if she asked them out). She doesn’t care much for them - to her, they just seem like all muscle and no brains, and they aren’t at all refined, so it‘s a no from her.

Basil: You look good tonight, Meine. Very pretty. You want to go out? Meine: Keep dreaming, De Luca.

Axel: He’s someone Basil can vibe with. Fey like his photography and frequently compliment his skill, and they’re also both very… like if sandals with socks were people. Yeah. He’s the one who showed fer eating Cheetos with chopsticks and fey went “AHA a kindred spirit.” Fey don’t get his whole obsession with the Queen of Wands, but fey don‘t judge. Aside from Katrin, he’s the only person fey’d consider a friend. They share a single braincell and they game together it’s great.

Basil: Yo, Axel, what’s this? Axel: OH YEAH I blended monster, five hour energy, a Red Bull, and like three packets of this energy powder together. It’s the ultimate energy drink! Basil: Basil: You’re a fucking genius.

Vande: Meh. If he doesn't bother her, she won’t bother him. That’s really it.

Marlon: Same as Vande. They don’t talk.

Demetri: Basil either avoids Demetri just because he’s loud and lowkey annoys him, or he’ll lightly insult him so he’ll get offended and leave.

Demetri: You don’t know who I am? Do you live under a rock? Basil: Those two shades of green don’t go together. Demetri: whAT

Avery: Much like Adamska, they mock him relentlessly. For everything. They only have two friends and he’s hurt both of them, of course they hate him.

Basil: *looking around wildly* Avery: What are you looking for? Basil: Where I asked for your opinion, shitheel.

[solomowo]

LOVE FOR MAMMON

i wrote this on a whim and it‘s honestly not the best, but i really wanted to write something for Mammon. this boy deserves all the love in the world and so much more. i love him so much.

#mammonsupportweek !!

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You had always thought that the worst pain you experienced was breaking your wrist while trying to get something from the highest shelf and falling in the process.

That night, you came to find that there was something much more painful, hurting, agonizing than that.

The crunching of the chips echoed through the hallways as you walked past the many doors, coming back from your usual anime-marathon-night with Levi. You had nearly overhead it, but even the loudest of sounds wouldn‘t stop this one from reaching your ears.

It was muffled, easy to miss, but your steps slowly stopped in front of a certain room.

You can still feel the burning pain washing over your body, heart wrenching at the quiet sobs that came from the other side of the door.

Not hesitating, you stepped forward a little and knocked against the door, softly, but still hard enough to hear.

The crying immediately stopped and you could hear shifting inside, but there came no answer to your knocks.

"..Mammon?"

You managed to keep your voice gentle and calm as you fought against the quivering of your lips. Shuffling again, but still no answer.

"I‘m coming inside, alright?"

Again, there was no answer, but you didn’t need one as you slowly opened the door and stepped inside the room. It was dimly lit, the only light coming from Mammon‘s bedside lamp.

Your eyes searched for the mentioned and your heart throbbed when you saw the pitiful ball covering under his covers, shaking slightly.

Broken bones couldn’t compare to the pain you were feeling.

Hot tears stinging in your eyes, you were at his side in a few big steps and crouched down in front of the bed, before you reached out. With very slow and careful movements, you pulled down the covers.

A sob nearly left your throat at the sight before you.

Mammon was avoiding your gaze, his eyes red and swollen from all the crying, wet stains covering his cheeks and there was no sign of his usually so bright smile.

Despite the throbbing of your heart, a sudden calmness washed over you and you just softly wiped away his tears.

Your own pain didn’t mean anything right now, you shouldn’t cry as well, there were more important things to do.

Like helping Mammon.

In a heartbeat you were beside him under the covers and pressed his trembling body against your own, burying your face in his fluffy white hair.

For a second, Mammon just lay still in your arms, before sobs started to wreck his body once again and he slung his arms around your body, clinging onto you.

"Shh .. I‘m here for you. It‘s okay .."

Rubbing soothing circles over his back and running a hand through the fluff of his hair, you held him tightly and hummed a soft melody.

"N-Nightmares ..." It sounded so fragile, so weak, his voice husky and quiet from all the crying, your body moved on it‘s own as you pulled him closer.

You wanted to protect him against all the evil in the world, anything that tried to hurt him, so he would never be like this again.

"It‘s okay .. They can’t hurt you. I‘m here, I‘ll protect you, you‘re fine ..."

You lay there together for a while, entangled tightly with you whispering calming words and humming a song, until Mammon finally calmed dow a little, the trembling of his body easing and his breathing calming.

It took a few more seconds, but his voice sounded a little firmer when Mammon spoke again.

"Thank you .. so much, (y/n). P-Please don’t leave.."

"I won’t."

While the demon fell asleep in your arms that night, exhausted from all the crying, you vowed to protect that beautiful, blinding smile of his.

Nobody should ever take it away.

[selfshipwritingandstuff]

When Past and Present meet Chapter 4

Chapter under the cut for spicy reasons

Divine.

That's the only word she could think of to describe the feeling of being with Jack again.

„Come on", he murmured into her shoulder. „You've had a long day, and this bed is big enough for two."

She chuckled. „You'll have to let go of me first, so I can get out of my uniform."

With a small grumble, he let go. „Fine, but don't be too long."

She shed the dress so quickly, she almost ripped it in the process. Then she crawled under the covers next to him, back into his eagerly waiting arms. Jack let out a pleased hum. „That's much better. Your skin is as soft as I remember, my dear." As if to emphasize his words, he let his fingers glide across her body, from her shoulders over her breasts, waist and finally to the hem of her smallclothes.

„What about you?", she asked softly. „You're way too dressed for my taste." Then she ripped open his nightshirt, sending its tacky golden buttons flying through the room.  She had never paid much attention to how Reaver was built, even when sleeping with him. But now that his body housed Jack, she found that he looked absolutely delightful. He was muscular, but still very slim. The graceful physique of someone who valued precision over brute strength. His skin was deathly pale and without any marks; no scars, no bumps, nothing. And now, he was truly perfect. She wrapped her arms around his torso, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of skin on skin, his heartbeat right next to her ear. 

„Sleep, my love", Jack whispered to her, running his fingers through her hair. „You are exhausted."

„...don't want to…", she mumbled. How could she explain to him that she didn‘t want to miss a single second of his presence, no matter how much sleep tugged at her? That she wanted to hold and kiss and feel him right now? 

His dark chuckle sent a rush of heat straight to her nethers. „Oh? Do I have to tire you out first?" He rolled around so she was on top of him. „Is your desire for me so strong? Or did nobody manage to properly satisfy you during my absence?" His fingers found her most sensitive spot through her undergarments. „Tell me, my sweet. How many nights did you spend fantasizing, touching yourself to the thought of me? Your beautiful, slender fingers drenched in your juices, while you imagined that it was me inside of you?"

„Jack.. oh gods", she gasped, grinding against his hand. It was incredible, how he could bring her so close with just his words and a single finger.

„Tell me", he demanded again. „All of the dirty things that went through your pretty little head while you played with yourself. I want to know every little detail."

She scoured her memories for any of her fantasies, but Jack teasing her clit was making thinking quite difficult. „I-I imagined myself tied down, yours to do with as you pleased… t-teasing me until I was b-begging you to take me. A-and I l-loved the idea of being helpless… at your mercy… and imagining all of the things you would do to me…" His breathing quickened and so did the

movement of his hand between her legs. „I-it made me so wet. T-the idea of being your little toy.“

„Tied up and helpless, hm? So lewd…"

„Jack please", she whimpered. „I need you so bad."

„Do you now?" Another stroke against her clit made her yelp. „Ah yes, I can tell. That needy little body of yours is begging to be filled."

He ripped her underwear like paper, and just the sudden brush of air against her sex almost drove her over the edge.

There was no time to lose. She needed him, right now! She tore at the lacings of his pants until finally, his cock jumped out at her, hard and ready. As soon as she positioned his tip against her entrance, he grabbed her hips and slammed her down, hitting that sweet spot deep within her.

Her lustful scream seemed almost inhuman.

„I love this“, he said hoarsely and began to guide her waist. „Your screams are music to my ears.“

She followed his movement, riding him, but the previous stimulation didn‘t leave her with much energy. „Jack, I‘m close...“

„Then come!“

Her movement became more erratic, the tension building in her abdomen, her vision growing hazy. The orgasm tore through her like a tidal wave, she tensed up and then sank down on him. Now he turned her around so he was on top, and continued; shallow, sloppy thrusts igniting her anew.

„Jack“, she groaned, wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed his mask. „Deeper!“

„So greedy...“ He lifted her hips and buried himself in her all the way down to the hilt. „But oh you feel so amazing!“

He picked up more speed, and with a few last, deep thrusts, he spilled himself inside of her. There was a smirk in his voice when he said:„You have no idea how much I have missed this, my sweet.“

Sleep was already gripping her, so all she could muster was a quiet „Imissedyoutoo“ before dozing off.

In the morning, she at first almost believed that she had dreamed it all. She was alone in the bed, and after a moment of regaining her orientation, she found Jack standing in front of Reaver‘s huge wardrobe, butt naked, going through his many, many clothes, but rejecting each outfit with a dismissive snarl.

„Is this really what people are wearing nowadays?“, he asked, holding up one of Reaver‘s most expensive coats as if it was something extremely repulsive.

„Since when are you so picky about clothes?“, she asked.

Jack was just about to answer, when he was, once again, interrupted by a knock on the door.

„Master Reaver? I can‘t find Daphne anywhere, I fear she-“ Barry stopped when he saw the scene in front of him. He squinted. „Master Reaver?“

Jack scoffed quietly and turned his attention to his wardrobe again. „Your Master Reaver is dead.“

Barry‘s mismatched eyes wandered over to her. „Daphne? Explain?“

„It‘s kind of a long story“, she began. „How about I get dressed and we go into the kitchen. Get ourselves some breakfast. And then I can explain everything to you.“

„Is it really necessary for you to be fraternizing with a mortal like this, my dear?“, Jack asked, slightly annoyed.

„Hey, be nice to him, yeah? Barry is the closest thing to a friend I‘ve had in centuries, and probably the only thing that kept me sane during the past five years.“

Jack huffed. „If you say so. Then go explain everything to him while I try to find something actually decent in this idiot‘s wardrobe.“

„What the hell just happened“, Barry asked as soon as they were out of earshot. „Who is this? Why does he look like Master Reaver? What HAPPENED to Master Reaver? And most importantly: What does that mean for us?“

„Us...“ she hummed quietly. „You can stay as a servant, if you want. Jack will treat you a lot better than Reaver ever did, I‘ll make sure of that. Or you can leave, and find work elsewhere.“

„That doesn‘t answer my other questions, Daphne.“

She took a deep breath. „Do you know the story of Jack of Blades?“

Barry only gave her a blank look. „Jack of Blades? The guy from that old legend, who tried to destroy Albion but was killed by the King‘s ancestor?“

„Not killed, just… incapacitated“, she corrected him. „Yeah. That one.“

„What about him?“

„You just met him.“

Barry quickly looked towards the bedroom, then back at her. „You‘re kidding.“

„Do I look like I am? The mask I bought held Jack‘s soul. I knew that from the beginning. He is the loved one I talked about in the tavern.“

„That‘s insane. That would mean that you‘re even older than Master Reaver!“

„I am, by a good century“, she replied. „I don‘t know how he did it, but Jack made me immortal back then, when I officially became his lover. So I could be with him forever.“

Barry obviously needed a moment to process that information. „And Master Reaver? What happened to him?“

„Dead, I assume. His body is Jack‘s now.“ She raised an eyebrow. „Does that bother you?“

He stared straight ahead. „I don‘t know. I never thought about what it would be like to live without Master Reaver.“ Then he looked at her again. „And you? Are you going to continue being a maid here?“

„I don‘t think so“, she said. „No idea what the future will hold. If Jack will even stay here. He never cared much about money or luxuries. And if he leaves, I will leave with him.“

„You‘d follow him anywhere, would you?“ Was she hallucinating, or was there a hint of bitterness in his voice?

Still, she answered truthfully. „Anywhere, to the end of the world, to hell and back, even beyond this plane of existence.“

He took a deep breath. „Well, if you two decide to stay, then I go on doing what I‘m always doing; serving the man of the house. And for the first time ever, the lady of the house as well.“

She patted him on the back with a fond smile. „Thank you for understanding me, Barry.“

With a somewhat agreeable mumble, he changed the subject:„So, we… I should probably get breakfast ready for Master R… Master Jack.“

„Oh, Jack doesn‘t eat.“

Barry shot her a surprised look. „Okay. Pity about all of the food in the pantry, though.“

„I mean… Jack not eating just means that you and the other servants can help yourselves to your heart‘s content. I know I will.“

„You can do that because you‘re the lady of the house now.“

„Yes, and as the lady of the house, I give you and the rest of the staff permission to help yourselves to whatever you want.“

They went on bickering all the way down to the kitchen.

[jbbuckybarnes]

Berlin City Girl [b.b.]

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Description: You decide to move to a completely new city that you’ve never been to before and ask your neighbor for some eggs. Prompt: Seeing a new city for the first time. For: @softbiker​‘s challenge. Sorry, it’s suuuper late. Warnings: awkwarness, the title of this one shot should have a warning for German people my age lol, not proofread.

M A S T E R L I S T

This was a big thing to cross off your bucket list. Moving to a city you haven‘t been to before. Berlin, Germany. You had done a lot of research on the are you would be moving in. It was fairly central and you knew most people understood English there. It wasn‘t super cheap to live there, but definitely more affordable than living in New York City or Los Angeles. „Hallo.“ „Hello, I need to get to Friedrichshain.“ You showed the driver the address on the phone. Seeing the skyline was breathtaking, not New York breathtaking, but Berlin was still an amazing sight to see. It was afternoon by now and the warm light of the sun was letting the city shine in all its colors. That was your new home. The drive through the city was eye-opening. Driving through different parts of the city was like driving through different countries. Sometimes the houses looked super modern, sometimes super old. You knew you had a lot to explore here.

You‘ve never been so glad to move into an already furnished apartment. The two suitcases alone were already hard enough to get up the stairs. After taking a breather, sitting on top of your suitcases you finally gained back control over your lungs and got out your keys. Shk. Click. The door opened a bit automatically from the draft in the house. You fully opened it and walked into a living room filled with evening sunlight. After heaving in your suitcases you went on a little tour of your new home. You‘d only seen it through the screen until now. Big living room, average-sized bedroom with a full-sized bed and a fairly small bathroom, but there were always sacrifices to make. In this case it was a bathtub. Laying on your new couch you contemplated to go grocery shopping or not. You were already completely ruined from the long flight and would rather ask a neighbor for some eggs or something like that. But you had also learned that Germany mostly are grumpy when it comes to the topic of neighbors. You figured it‘s because all of them had that distanced approach and nobody actually tried to go towards each other. With a shrug you corrected your hair in the mirror next to the door and grabbed your keys. Three knocks. Shuffling behind the door. A door being slightly opened with a safety lock still visible. An incredibly blue eye looked at you and you offered a smile, „Hey, I‘m Y/N. I just moved in across and wanted to ask if you had maybe some eggs you could borrow me. I‘m totally obliterated by the 12-hour flight I just had.“ The pin of the safety lock was taken out and the door fully opened. Now you saw both ocean blue eyes and the size of the man living across from you. „Oh, yeah, sure. Gimme a second.“ He mumbled almost shy before vanishing from the door to shuffle through his kitchen. You took a tiny peek inside and saw a rather grey-ish interior. There was some red and mint here and there, but mostly the apartment was decorated very monotone. He came out of his kitchen door with a box of six eggs, „These should be fine.“ „Thank you so much. When I go grocery shopping tomorrow I‘ll bring you some again.“ You smiled at him gratefully. „You don‘t have to...Y/N was the name, right?“ You nodded, „My name‘s Bucky.“ „Nice to meet you, Bucky. You‘re also American?“ You asked. „Yes, from Brooklyn.“ He smiled politely. „Always wanted to visit New York City.“ You gave a little dreamy expression. „It‘s a nice place.“ He shrugged with a big grin on his face. „Well, uh, I‘m gonna make myself dinner. See you around, Bucky.“ You took a step back with the eggs in your hand. „See you around, Y/N.“ With that smile the door closed. You felt like you knew his face from somewhere, but you couldn‘t quite put your finger on it. The only category you could put him in was, „Something before the blip.“ You had been one of the 50% that was gone for 5 years. Thankfully that also meant your savings account had continued for the 5 years you were gone. With a bowl of scrambled eggs you sat down in front of your laptop and watched some Youtube videos for basic German. „Hello, Hallo. How are you, wie geht es dir? Left, links. Right, rechts. Forward, geradeaus. Can I have ___, Kann ich ___ haben? Why, warum? Where, wo? What, was? Who, wer? How, wie? She, sie. He, er. They, es.“ You watched these a few times a week to at least understand the basics. You didn‘t know how big the grin was on the other side of that living room wall. Your pronunciation was cute, but you didn‘t know that. The next morning was spent with getting breakfast and some other things in the Späti down the street and then unpacking your suitcases. „I should bake. This place still smells so stale.“ You mumbled when you looked into the fridge for the third time that hour. So you started making cookies from scratch, spending the better part of your morning in your kitchen and browsing decor while waiting for the cookies to bake. Right after you put the cookies onto the counter to cool down there were two knocks on your door. You peaked through a slightly opened door to see Bucky standing there. In full light your neighbor looked even better. In his hands was a vase full of flowers. „Oh, hey, Bucky.“ You smiled and opened the door fully. „Um, hey. Just thought a welcome gift would be appropriate.“ He smiled and held out the white vase filled with tulips. „Oh god, thank you. You didn‘t have to! I know Germans usually don‘t do this, so I didn‘t really expect anything.“ You looked back up to the giant man looking past you, his nose moving. „I just made cookies to get the dusty smell out of the apartment. If you wanna come in we can wait together till they are cooled down.“ You smiled up and he looked at you with a first reluctant but then eager nod. „Ignore the dust on the furniture. My morning consisted of anything but cleaning.“ You chuckled. „Oh, I don‘t mind if there are cookies.“ He chuckled. He looked so scarily big, but you could already see the softie behind those muscles. „Patience. I just got them out.“ You raised a brow and he innocently stood there and looked up while you put the vase in the center of the kitchen isle, desperately trying to find two other decor pieces to make it look better. Before you could even react his left hand had reached for one, „Hey! They are still hot, don‘t burn yourse-“ You looked at his left hand, just now noticing the different colored fingers and it clicked. „Oh, that‘s why I know your face.“ You facepalmed yourself and got a chuckle back. Great, your neighbor wasn‘t just nice, but also a supersoldier with an assassin past. Better not fuck it up with him. „I bet that‘s one of the best things to use that arm for.“ You pointed out and caught him off-guard. „You know, getting food out of the oven without mittens. Stealing burning hot food. That kinda stuff.“ You shrugged and got a laugh back. „Sure, it has its benefits in the kitchen.“ He smiled at you brightly. You had already made a friend in Berlin and you hadn‘t even left the house to meet anyone. „I can show you around a bit if you want, by the way.“ He suggested while stealing another cookie. „I‘d love that.“ You shook your head as he innocently ate the cookie. „Manchild.“

[kyouxa]

Diabolik lovers Lunatic Parade: Carla Tsukinami (Chapter 3)

Surprise! Dear @pjpammee​ & anonymous askers​, I have heard your requests about doing Carla’s route and I hope this makes you happy! (๑و•̀ω•́)و [Honestly, if anyone still has someone they want me to translate from Lunatic Parade in the future please type an anon ask and I will definitely see it!]

Place: Bernstein castle — Inside

Yui: —Oh, it’s seriously this late already…

(I thought I was going to sleep early, yet I couldn’t sleep with my headache at all—)

Eh?!

Carla-san isn’t here?!

(...Where could he be?!)

Place: Bernstein castle — Balcony

Yui: ...Haa…

(No way, could this be because he is under the influence of the petrification…?)

*door opens*

Yui: Nn?!

Butler: Oh, good morning. Hopefully you slept well tonight.

Yui: Ah! About Carla-san…

Butler: Ah. If you’re asking for Carla-sama, he went outside.

Yui: Is that so… Haa… I wish I had woken up earlier…

Butler: You must have been tired, that is why I have been asked to let you sleep longer.

Yui: Is that so… did Carla-san tell you where he was heading?

Butler: He didn’t mention a detailed place… he was talking about taking the gondola, so I assume he is in the city.

Yui: Alright. Thank you.

(I’ll go and search for him there. I’m sure he started looking for the antidote materials by himself already)

Butler: Are you going out as well?

Yui: Yes. I’ll get going too!

Place: Demon World — Glimmer Main Street

Yui: (There are many people today too. It’s probably difficult to find Carla-san from this point on…)

(Well then… let‘s go to Aji’s shop first)

(Maybe Carla-san went to her place to stop by)

Place: Demon world — Reine • de • Aji store

Yui: Good morning.

Reine • de • Aji: Oh, isn’t it already too late for that?

Yui: —I mean, maybe it is…

Reine • de • Aji: If you’re here because of the antidote, I’ve got some of the ingredients together already. I didn’t think I could buy so many on the main street either.

Looks like it‘s taking a little more time, but I’m surely going to help you out a little.

Yui: Thank you!

(Okay, then let’s head to the main street)

Place: Demon World — Glimmer Main Street

Yui: (It seems as if she talked about the place around here…)

*crowd noises*

Yui: Nn… I wonder what that sound is? Isn’t that a crowd… ?

???: —I do not know how many times I have said it before already, but it has nothing to do with me!

Yui: Ah!! This voice, that‘s Carla-san!

Carla-san?!

Carla: —Yui?!

Yui: Nn… what is this crowd for… ?

Carla: That is…

Vampire man F: —Ah, could it be that you’re the wife of this founder?!

Yui: His wife… i-it‘s not—

Vampire man F: If so, please tell him about our issues!

Vampire girl G: Please!

Yui: N-No… I am—

Vampire man G: Ohh, founder-sama… you as a noble first blood! Please guide us!

Yui: ….. ?! T-These are…

Carla: Pure bloodists.

Yui: Eh?!

Carla: Apparently they noticed yesterday’s event at Zatan’s mouth…

These guys are persistent, the collection of the antidote ingredients did not progress, since I have gotten in trouble here.

Yui: Even if you’d explain it… wouldn’t they understand?

Carla: Yes. Rather than running away, I was counterproductive.

Yui: T-That is…

Vampire man G: Founder-sama!

Vampire man F: Founder-sama!!

Vampire girl G: Founder-sama!!!!

Carla: Be quiet.

Tch… this will not do it—

Yui: (Nn… if this is the case, Carla-san!)

*Yui grabs Carla’s hand*

Carla: You, what happened to you, to suddenly grab my hand—

Yui: Carla-san, let’s run away!

Vampire man G: Ah! Founder-sama! Please wait!

Vampire girl G: Please wait!!

Yui: Nn… !!

(... I feel like they might understand if we’d talk properly to them,)

(But Carla-san doesn’t like talking to purebred people in the first place…)

(Anyway, let’s get out of this place!)

Place: Underground corridor

Yui: Haa, Haa…

Carla: Seems as if we got separated from them.

Yui: Where are we… ?

Carla: … It seems like an underpass.

Yui: … By the way, why do you hate these people so much, Carla-san?

Carla: They now worship me as god, they ask for consultation.

I am the founder‘s king, but I certainly am not their god.

It seems like they are misunderstanding that, and there is nothing wrong with this for them.

Yui: W-Well… that means you’re like God for purebred people now…

Carla: Haa…

Yui: (It’s a bit interesting to imagine Carla-san, who actually is nice, listening to their desires and wishes…)

(But that certainly isn’t the case now)

Well, for the time being why don’t we discuss how many materials aren’t available yet?

I’ll go and prepare them in Carla-san’s place…

Carla: No problem. They are all available now.

Yui: Oh, okay. That means you were on the way back to Aji’s shop, right?

Carla: That is right. But on my way back I suddenly got surrounded by them and could not get out of there anymore.

Yui: So that’s it… I assumed it was like that.

… Anyway, you have to hurry and get back to Aji’s shop.

Carla: But we can not let them find us.

Yui: Hmm… what should we do then…

Choices

1) Make Carla put on a mask ♡ ♡ ♡

2) How about a transvestite?

— Make Carla put on a mask ♡

Yui: For example, how about putting on a mask? I even have one in my pocket—

Like this nobody would know it was you.

Carla: … You, why do you carry around this kind of thing…

Yui: I got this yesterday as a treat from a stall. Until now I’ve just kept it hidden in my pocket…

How about trying it on as a trial… hm?

Carla: …..

Yui: (Uhh… he’s angry…)

I‘m sorry… I thought it was a good idea…

Carla: …..

Yui: (I really didn’t mean it that way, but I guess I was a bit too playful there)

— How about a transvestite?

Yui: — How about transvestites? You’d change clothes with me…

Carla: You… are you making fun of me?

Yui: N-No! I’d never do that!

(I just wanted to see that for a quick moment)

end Choices

Yui: … It seems like there is nothing else we can do besides going back through the back street—

Carla: Ngh… !

*Carla comes closer*

Yui: Eh?

Carla: Nn… ! Hey, come over here!

Yui: Huh… ?! What’s wrong — h-hmph... !!

Carla: Be quiet.

Yui: (C-Could it be…)

Vampire man G: —Founder-sama! Founder-sama!! Please come out!

Vampire girl G: Light us the way! Please guide us through it!!

*they continue searching*

Carla: —Finally.

Yui: Haa… you didn’t need to hold down my mouth…

Carla: Otherwise they would have noticed us.

Rather than that, our way is free now. Let’s go.

Yui: Yes… !!

Place: Demon world — Reine • de • Aji store

Reine • de • Aji: Nn… ?! You surprised me… what exactly is going on here?

Yui: Haa, Haa…

Carla: ...There were certain circumstances... but apart from that, I’ve got the missing ingredients.

Reine • de • Aji: Oh. You seriously couldn’t wait any longer.

—Certainly, they seem to be all together now. Thanks to your hard work.

Although they could be easily obtained, was it really that easy for you to get all of these?

Carla: No, it was not like that. I was not really doing anything to begin with.

Yui: Eh? Really?

Carla: Yes.

Yui: Then perhaps… did these purebreds help you out with collecting them?

Carla: These people snatched away my notes without asking before I realized it.

Yui: So that’s it… and now they asked Carla-san for a consultation… in return, right?

Carla: I have not asked them to do that.

Yui: ...Surely, that’s right.

(But if that was the case, it would have been nice to at least thank them for doing that…)

Reine • de • Aji: —Well whatever. I’ll start preparing the medicine now. I first of all need to begin with the preparation of the back room.

Help won‘t be necessary since I don’t want you to touch anything important. During my absence you can quietly wait here.

*Aji leaves*

Yui: Fufu, okay…then let’s wait.

Carla: Yes.

Yui: How is your physical condition? Mostly the petrification…

Carla: Unfortunately it is progressing.

Yui: Haa… I wish we could make the antidote quicker.

Carla: Rather than that, you are the one in danger. How is the Kleinod doing?

Yui: … I had honestly completely forgotten about that matter until you mentioned it. I think it’s doing fine tho.

Carla: I see.

Yui: You maybe do care about me… but why did you leave me alone in the morning then?

Carla: Ah. This situation was caused by my own foolish behavior, that is why. I did not want you to get involved with it any further.

Yui: Such… I’m Carla-san’s… lover right? Then please stop behaving like we’re not lovers.

Carla: …..

Yui: Didn‘t you say that yesterday? That you would never petrify?

I‘m saying that… because I finally know how Carla-san was feeling up to now.

Carla: What do you mean?

Yui: — First, you talked about how I may disappear.

While holding in those feelings, you still spent your time with me and I could only imagine how hard that was.

Only when Carla-san talked about it, I understood it.

Carla: …..

Yui: The meaning behind Carla-san telling me to choose to live as an immortal… I finally understood that too.

That‘s why I tried to do my best as much as possible, for you Carla-san.

So please don‘t say that you didn’t want to get me involved within this, okay?

Carla: Yui…

*Carla comes closer*

Carla: I finally understood it as well. I am ashamed of myself as a man… for saying this to you.

Also because you made such a disappointed face.

Yui: Carla-san…

Carla: —In front of you, I want to be a good man. Do you consider this as a selfish wish?

Yui: Nn…

Carla: I do not want to show an unnatural behavior anymore, because I do love you.

—That is why

Vampire man G: —You were here, at such a place!!

Yui: Nn… ?!

Vampire woman G: We finally found you!

Carla: Nn… you truly are persistent!

Yui: Carla-san, calm down!

(...It seems as if there are even more people than before now…)

Carla: If you do not want to be burned, be quiet this instant!

Vampire man G: It is my desire to have the founder king turn me into charcoal!

Vampire girl G: Please turn me instantly into charcoal!

Carla: ….. !

Yui: Carla-san…

Carla: ...What?

Yui: Those are the people who collected the materials for you, right?

Carla: Why would this matter?

Yui: If that’s so, I know it’s troublesome for you…

But you should maybe listen to what they’e got to say…

Carla: Even if say so, I will not listen to them.

Yui: I know that’s a personal matter, but because they are purebreds, I think it would make sense to listen to them, Carla-san.

Vampire man G: Founder-sama… please, guide us…

Vampire man F: We are begging you!

Carla: …..

Yui: They are requesting your help...

Carla: …..

Yui: Carla-san?

Carla: ...I will just listen. I will not give any advice to already made mistakes.

— You guys, does that not sound good?

Vampire man G: Y-Yes! It‘s already… it’s already an honor just to have you listen!

Carla: Good grief. Then… we will talk alone. Keep the story simple, understood?

Vampire man F: Yes!!

*Carla leaves*

Yui: (Good, everyone looks happy now)

— Then please line up everyone. There is enough time for everyone, so please calm down.

Carla: Haa… why am I doing this to myself…

Yui: Good luck… !

Carla: This is all because of you. You will get punishment... for trying to receive benefits out of me.

Yui: Eh?

Carla: Is that not obvious? It is that you make me talk to my disgusting opponents, even if I am unwilling to do it.

That is why you shall comfort me later on.

Yui: Nn… such a thing…

Carla: — Are you possibly looking forward for that?

Yui: (...Carla-san means…)

(Hm? Those kids…)

Hello. Are you also purebreds?

Twin Vampire child A: …..

Twin Vampire child B: …..

*they run away*

Yui: Huh…

(They ran away… I guess it had something to do with me)

*time passed*

Carla: —… I talked enough for my whole life…

Yui: Here’s something to cheer you up. I‘ve made tea.

Carla: Ahh.

Yui: (Speaking of just listening, in the end Carla-san also gave them a lot of advices)

(But everyone was so happy about that. I‘m glad that they got to talk off their worries)

(Even better, the founder‘s king gave some purebreds a lot of life advice. I‘m so happy about that)

— Carla-san, how about some confectionery to the tea?

Carla: Where did you get these from?

Yui: The people who Carla-san listened to, they left all of this here for us. Look, it‘s so much!

Carla: Hmph. All of these things just for a little consultation fee? Well, I do not mind.

Yui: Yes, here you go. This is… a donut fully covered in honey, only from the demon world.

And this is… a tart only using currants from the demon world… and this—

Carla: Enough. You can not possibly eat so much at once, not even you.

Yui: Is that so? Then I’ll prove to you that I can.

Hm… they are delicious… !

Carla: Hmph…

Yui: ….. ? What happened?

Carla: No, nothing. However…

Yui: … Yes?

Carla: — I just thought you looked cute while eating this.

Yui: ….. ! Carla-san… !

Carla: That is the truth.

Reine • de • Aji: — Oh, with this sweet scent in the air it is only natural that I thought it was tea.

Yui: Aji-san!! Did you finish making the medicine!?

Reine • de • Aji: Not yet. But I will get it done in a few seconds, don‘t worry...

— With this I’ll easily … huh? Have you seen the blue bottle that was standing over here?

Although it was here just a second ago. I‘m sure I placed it there.

Yui: Because many people came in and out, maybe it fell down and started rolling…

(Hmm… no, nothing…)

Carla-san, how about you?

Carla: — It does not seem to be here

Reine • de • Aji: That is bad. Without it, the medicine will not be completed.

Yui: Eh!?

Reine • de • Aji: Hmm…

Yui: ...Then instead of that we’ll use something as substitute. Where can we get something like that?

Reine • de • Aji: No, it‘s sadly not like that… unfortunately, the only thing you can’t obtain easily was in that blue bottle.

Yui: Ehh!?

Reine • de • Aji: It honestly is the main ingredient of the drug. You can‘t make it without this…

Yui: ...What are we going to do now…

Reine • de • Aji: You definitely must have been here, right? I checked it this morning and I haven’t given it to anyone ever since then.

...Given it over… ah, talking about that…

Just the other day, exactly, those kids wanted what was in that bottle… they asked if they could have some stone lava.

It is truly precious, also because it’s something that children can’t handle, so I refused to hand it over.

Carla: Then, can you defined these kids you saw?

Reine • de • Aji: They are twin girls living in the underground corridor.

I don’t surely know what they wanted to use it for. They only told me that they really wanted it.

Yui: Twins… if that so, I may have seen these children…

Reine • de • Aji: I see. Well then I assume these two silently took away the bottle.

Yui: ….. !

Carla: I see, that kind of thing — ngh… !

Yui: Carla-san… !?

Carla: Kch… !

Yui: Please hang in there… !

Carla: Ngn… !

Yui: The petrification… !!

Nn… then I…  I will go and ask them to give us the stone lava back…

Carla: —Wait.

Yui: But if we leave it like this… !

Carla: Nn… do not go. Stay here… beside me…

Yui: Nn… !

Carla: Hey, woman… wait a little with the medicine. We will do something about this matter tomorrow.

Reine • de • Aji: … Understood.

Carla: We will return to the castle for today…

Yui: Such…

Carla: Our opponents are only children. We may not be able to find them at this time anymore. We need to start over tomorrow again.

Yui: …..

Carla: We will see you again tomorrow.

Reine • de • Aji: Sure. Return as soon as possible again.

Place: Glimmer street — Eisen alley

Yui: …..

Carla: You really do show a displeased expression.

Yui: I’m sorry. I’m just really worried… almost feel anxious.

I know we have no other choice but to return to the castle…

Carla: — Have faith in me.

Yui: ….. !

Carla: I certainly will not turn into stone. I will make sure to solve this situation before that.

Yui: ...Carla-san

(It’s not good, speaking of it…)

(Even though I’m nervous about this, in order to save Carla-san I should show a less impatient behaviour)

(Despite this, I feel as if I’m in the middle of becoming the heroine of a tragic mystery story…)

...I’m sorry…

Carla: Let us go back

Yui: Yes… !

Place: Bernstein castle — Inside

Carla: — I assuredly am tired today. We should rest promptly for today so we can make provisions for tomorrow.

Yui: I’ll get up early tomorrow as well!

Carla: Although you are full of anticipation, we have to wait.

Haa, however… instead of getting back your heart, we are now solving my own foolish personal matter…

Yui: Even if that’s so, it’s okay. Let’s solve our problems one after another.

Carla: Hmph. You surely act carefree, but do not worry.

… No matter what will happen, I will promise to get your heart back soon.

Yui: Ah… !

Carla: — All things considered, I was hearing these Vampires’ foolish consultations today… and I thought of them once again…

These people have all sorts of problems.

Yui: ...Carla-san…

Carla: Not at all did I want to understand their situation, but at the end I felt obliged to feel sympathy for them.

Clearing away the misunderstanding I had between the different tribes, that is certainly all just because of you.

Yui: Such… that’s only because Carla-san has such a big heart, to show understanding to any kind of person.

Carla: Hmph… do you believe so?

Yui: Uwah… !!

Carla: Maybe you showing understanding… goes simply and entirely only during doing this?

Haa… ! Nn… Nn…

Yui: Ah… to say… such a thing…

Carla: I see. You seem to surprisingly have a lot of faith in me.

— I have to take advantage of that trust you have… I just merely need to dig my fangs in your skin, to please you.

Haa… !!

Yui: (For Carla-san to say that… I just want to hide my embarrassment… err, that’s not even my usual behavior)

(But I’m almost certain… Carla-san is trying to relax me. I know he does—)

(He would get angry if I said that now, so… I’ll just let him continue to calm myself down)

(With his body and fangs…)