#but she's trying to be gentle w him where she doesn't want him to run off 😭😭

[renlios]

CURIOUS SMILE PULLS AT HER LIPS , head shaking at his words. " no ... " she says , wondering how he ever could've thought that it would've been. she's not been able to stop THINKING about him since he vanished --- a part of her worried that it had all been some strange , alcohol induced dream. but here he is , as alive and BIZARRE as she remembers. nodding slowly as he speaks , she notes the little to no detail he PROVIDES. " hm ... " she says before following his gaze down to her hands , stretching out her fingers as if expecting to see something on them. " a few ... " she admits quietly , brows PULLING together as she looks up at him again. " but no handsome , unusual strangers came running out of the shadows to help me , so i had to deal with them on my own . " hands drop as she RISKS a step closer. " where did you go to ... ? " she asks , ensuring to keep her tone gentle. " there was no record of you at that hotel . "

↪   CONTINUED FROM HERE ; @starlcved

[cranberryjuice-posts]

I would like to request a oneshot of clarisse x fem reader where they are rivals, but during one of Dionísio's children's parties, a small "slip" occurs (kissing and making out sessions fr) and reader ends up waking up in the morning in clarisse's bed and reader doesn't remember anything.

If you don't want to do this that's fine!

- mistakes were made -

Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! Reader

An - i do Write every request fun-fact except for a select few but yeah it’s normally in order unless I get Like such a good one I have to write it right then and there BUT! It’s almost always in order of request 😻😻‼️ anyways request more I’m loving them all

An Pt 2 - im having writers block ☹️

Did you think you were going to be here.. no. But we’re you complaining. Also no..

You were sitting off the edge of a cliff with clarisse while capture the flag happened behind you. Her hands on your hip while yours were pinned by her waist helping you both lean on one another.

Just exchanging soft slow kisses neither saying a word. You pulled away only slightly hiding your face in her neck embarrassed. Since you first arrived at camp you both had this un-natural rivalry, from athletics to academics and beyond.

However after a month ago you both haven’t been able to keep your hands off one another. Finding every excuse or situation to be alone, though nobody knew about your secret makeouts, and no one would.

Some ares kids in the distant started shouting for clarisse bringing you both back to earth. With a heavy sigh she pulled away from you. Standing up she started to grab her spear and helmet.

Following her lead and grabbing your weapons you had started to zone out once again thinking about what you were doing. Jumping some clarisses arms snakes around your waist. “Your gonna be at the party tonight right?” She asked kissing your cheek softly.

“Yeah, im showing up with silena” you closed your eyes and leaned back slightly into her. Clarisse Just hummed in Response. “Great… I’ll see you then” she let you go but not without slapping your ass one good time. Before you could yell at her she was already running off to catch up with her siblings.

••

Standing around near a tree the party quickly got more and more chaotic. Chiron was long gone not really caring as to how or why he left, Mr. D the man who the party was for also had left most likely due to not liking being around all the campers.

With the littles away and in bed the Hermes cabin quickly broke into the dispensary and spiked the punch. One thing you knew was demigods and alcohol don’t mix well.

Your friends all gone and left with some guy or girl into the woods to do what only the gods could judge them for. Finally having enough of being alone you walked past the bonfire, grazing against clarisses shoulder as you did before heading towards the table.

Taking a seat towards the end of the table you swung your legs back and forth just trying to find something to enjoy.

“It’s improper to sit on a table” clarisse spoke making you jump as you hadn’t seen her follow you. Sarcastically sighing you pushed her back by hitting her arm.

“Shut up I’m resting my legs” you chuckled, the effects of the alcohol causing you to be more favorable towards her. After a moment you brought your head up watching as clarisse just leaned on the table beside you watching the kids around. “What are You doing?”

“People watching” she nonchalantly shrugged. “Him, Chris how much you want to bet he has a crush on the new Athena kid” clarisse moved closer to you trying hard to be sly though you saw right through her act, but you played along and leaned into her as well.

“Maybe” You Hummed. “What about Luke who do you think he likes” looking up you admired her gentle eyes, even if clarisse wanted to deny it when her face was calm she looked ethereally beautiful.

“Nobody im telling you that man would rather die than let anyone hit” she rolled her eyes with a smile, turning her head to look down at you she didn’t bother hiding her sarcastic grin.

“Well I guess I’m glad your not like him” everything in the background went semi silent as the small gap between you both closed.

Your lips softly touched one another’s. The first kiss was slow and gentle, your lips barley grazing over one another. Though it only lasted a moment before clarisse placed her hand on the side of your face deepening the kiss. The faint taste of alcohol on her lips, contrasting her subtle cologne. Pulling apart from her you quickly noticed campers looking over whispering and running off most likely to tell their friends, clarisse noticed aswell.

“Fuck.. let’s just get out of here” she muttered helping you off the table and walking towards the cabin. Your hands laced together as she dragged you through the woods, the occasional her yelling at one of her siblings that seemed to be going in the same direction.

Once in the cabin everything happened in small blurs that you could only semi remember. You sitting onto Clarisses bed, her Kissing you, You on her lap, your shirt on the ground and lastly where you currently were heavily making out with the daughter of ares while she grabbed at every inch of skin that she could.

Tangling your fingers into her curls you tilted your head, pressing your body closer if you could. Her tongue finding its self into your mouth while she helped shift you on her lap by your thighs.

Breaking away for a breath of air you kept your face close to hers. “Wanna like, hangout or something” she breathlessly panted.

“Sure” You mumbled quickly kissing her again.

••

Sitting up you rubbed your forehead, the after affects from the alcohol last night hitting you like a hurricane. Running a hand through your hair it took only a moment for you to realize that you in-fact were not in your bed.

Actually you weren’t even in your cabin. Looking around frantically you soon realized you were in the ares cabin, bringing your eyes down you saw clarisse peacefully sleeping with an arm on your waist.

With a slight frown you laid back letting out a deep sigh. Turning your head to the side you just watched as the normally angry girl was calm for once.

Not remembering exactly what happened last night bothered you some. But cuddling with clarisse was a worth it bargain.

[biblio-smia]

The prompt from list 1 w/ mike Schmidt? The print where it says “what can I do to help?”

Maybe reader has her menstrual cycle and she doesn’t want to tell him because she’s embarrassed?

here u go!! enjoy <3 | part of v’s 800 follower celebration!

mike stands beside you at the edge of the bed, hovering over you protectively like an angel. it's clear something is wrong by the way you refuse to get up, your knees tightly curled up to your chest, and the frown that won't disappear from your face. mike is forced to play detective, seeing as you decline to tell him exactly what's going on.

"what can i do to help?" mike asks sweetly. you turn to look at him; his demeanor is gentle, his eyes are full of concern.

you groan. "go away." you roll back over, taking the blanket and pulling it over your head.

"well, at least you're not sick," you hear mike's slightly muted voice say from outside the little cocoon you hide in. a few moments of suspicious silence pass before you feel the spot beside you sink down with mike's weight. you feel him shift beside you, sure that if you stick your head out you'll see him staring at you.

well, you need more air anyway.

you pull the blanket down partially - and as suspected, you're face-to-face with mike. it's quiet, but while mike may struggle to find the right words to say, he wastes no time with the gentle touches. his hand finds your shoulder (only struggling a little), rubbing up and down your arm softly.

"will you tell me what's wrong?" mike's voice is sweeter than sugar when he speaks, not too loud in case your head hurts.

you move, but you move closer and when you groan, it's into mike's chest. the warmth he radiates doubles as comfort, bringing some relief to your body as you cling to him.

"nothing," you insist quite unconvincingly, burrowing your head deeper into mike.

but mike doesn't push. he only digs his way underneath the blanket with you, hands on your back soothingly. he's desperately hoping you'll fess up soon because he's running out of options.

you groan again, fingers messing with a loose thread on mike's shirt as you try to avoid looking at him.

"my uterus is bleeding," you finally admit, looking incredibly deflated.

mike holds back any relief from showing on his face, glad it's just that (he seriously feared you were going to tell him you were breaking up with him) though he currently would not dare to express this to your face. maybe next week.

"okay," mike nods, giving a quick press of his lips to your forehead. "that's fine. that's fixable. well - not fixable, but we can make it better."

you're quiet, still messing with mike's shirt. your fingers ball up some of the fabric as you manage the strength to look up at mike. "we?"

"we," mike nods in confirmation. he doesn't mind expressing the relief he feels when your expression of despair finally cracks with a smile. mike pulls you closer and adjusts until he hears a pleased sigh from your lips.

he holds you there for a few moments, transferring you the warmth from his hands and his chest. mike's fingers draw small patterns on your exposed skin, acting as an all-encompassing, at-your-service heating pad.

mike doesn't mind the new job, enjoying the proximity he keeps to you and pleased to know he's able to do something that makes you feel better. mike notices your eyes beginning to close, glad you're able to get some more rest.

"now will you tell me what you need?" mike asks before you can fall to sleep, wanting to be prepared by the time you wake up.

you groan so softly it's more like a hum, sending small vibrations through mike. "it's a whole list," you complain.

"i'll get everything on it and more."

mike feels your smile against his skin.

[belit0]

Hello!♡

First of all, I just wanted to say that it's super cool, that you're from Argentina hehe! And that it's winter! I can hardly imagine that with the scorching heat we are having here at the moment...

But anyhow, I saw your prompt post and decided to send you a request!

Could you do prompt 6 with Itachi, please?

I'm a huge sucker for feral Itachi just finally breaking and taking his frustrations out on someone hehe! It's my favourite nsfw thing ever.

I'm looking forward to your great writing and don't forget to take care of yourself too!<33

-bunni Anon♡

6) reader: You don’t have to be so gentle with me. You can hurt me if you’d like. After all, my body belongs to you.

Finally, feral Itachi for you! It took me so long it's embarrassing omg!🙏😭💫

Personally, I think he is one of those who would explode the worst when letting his wild side out because he rationalizes his feelings too much, so letting that take over must be disastrous.

TW: Itachi kinda yandere¿

(Y/N) feels his hands run down her back delicately, lowering the straps of her dress as they reach her shoulders and uncovering her chest. It's the typical way Itachi always chooses to initiate their intimacy, and there's a delicacy accompanying each movement that drives her to despair.

Of course, she adores how delicate and gentle the Uchiha is, how he takes his time with her and isn't rough, but something inside tells her the ninja holds back completely every time he handles her. Being a glorious man, carrying so much inner power in his body, having so much physical capability, there is no chance for him to genuinely fuck her tenderly because he wants to.

Rather, he goes about it like that because he doesn't think her capable of withstanding his true strength.

During the first few times after her suspicion, (Y/N) began to analyze his muscles' behavior, how he would clench his fists tightly as if trying to restrain himself, bulging veins in his neck like they were about to explode. Itachi was not allowing his true desire to come out, keeping that primitive need under lock inside him.

After catching on to this attitude, she felt insulted, but then realized he was doing it for her sake, to protect her. A certain level of dark curiosity was born from understanding she didn't even know a part of his true urge, and she was mentalized to find out the next time she saw him.

With Itachi living as a fugitive, there weren't many opportunities for them to enjoy themselves like normal couples. (Y/N) would wait for him every week at a particular spot in the forest, where trees provided concealment and the village guard wouldn't reach, to meet in an abandoned barn and spend time together. It may not have been the most romantic thing in the world, but it was necessary.

When this week's meeting came, the girl was determined to break through the barrier keeping him in line, to persuade Itachi into releasing his fierceness and rawness, consuming or taking her as his dark side thought-wise.

(Y/N) adores her sweet and gentle Itachi, but longs to meet the wild and unrestrained one.

The time for their usual meeting draws near, and she sets off. She covers her face with a scarf and heads into the forest, following all the directions the Uchiha gave her. He had spotted an unguarded route, safe ground from the eyes of the village. Following the path she can visualize several crows in the air, staring at her as she paces and circling overhead, indicating he arrived first. In the small ruined barn, her man is already waiting for her.

Sitting against one of the crumbling walls, Itachi looks relaxed with his eyes closed, a small smile on his mouth as he hears her footsteps. He stands to greet her and wraps (Y/N) in a tight hug full of need under his black robe.

Catching up is often more complicated than she would have expected, hating to hear those tales of the terrible missions he must accomplish for that horrible organization. The Uchiha tries to distract her by asking about her day and her work but never has much success against the determined woman, wanting to know about his wanderings.

When the conversation takes a sour turn, Itachi sets in motion his kissing and cuddling plan, managing to soften her under his lips. With the mood heating up, (Y/N) melts into his hands and allows herself to be carried away by his advances, finding herself naked and lying under his robe sooner than she would have thought. He prepares and distracts her with ephemeral pleasure by fiddling between her legs, fingers dancing back and forth, leaving her ready for the moment he awaits each week.

She feels him thrusting into her, and there is no more satisfying sensation than having her man inside. The Uchiha moves slowly, taking his time and caressing every inch of her skin with his fingers. One hand holds him above her while the other moves from her waist to her chest, caressing her neck and then her lips to kiss her patiently.

Rationalizing her state of arousal, (Y/N) remembers the task she set herself before seeing him today, and puts her plan into action. Taking his face between her hands, she whispers between moans, "You don't have to be so gentle with me. You can hurt me if you'd like. After all, my body belongs to you". She can see Itachi's expression change, and how his body becomes paralyzed.

His hips go still, and he gawks at her not knowing what to answer. "I want you to fuck me as hard as you wish, without holding back one bit. Destroy me, Itachi, make me yours." (Y/N) connects their mouths, moving her body under him to resume the rolling of his hips. The Uchiha bites her lower lip to the point of gushing blood, a gesture never seen before. “Aren’t you mine already? What are you trying to do here?”

She is succeeding, there is something awakening in the depths of his being.

"Fuck me so hard I can't remember my name, Uchiha. I'm not asking you; I'm demanding it."

There is a visible change in his eyes, and she can appreciate the doubt inside his mind. "I don't think you can take it, there's no need, I'm fine like this and-" He wants to, but he doesn't dare. "Do you need a formal invitation? Fuck me now or I'll doubt if you really like me." A hand closes over her neck, squeezing with a strength she never experienced from him. Itachi's eyes look menacingly red, and he grits his teeth viciously.

It is a version of him she never had a chance to see, and as she feels the air escape her lungs, she thinks about whether this will be the vision his enemies have before they die. A rabid Uchiha about to devour their hearts with his bare hands.

(Y/N) can only see a man completely out of his mind, driven by his need for violence, taken by his hunger and his raw urge to fuck her desperately. She can feel his hips moving again, but this time at a brutal pace, slamming against her body in a way she knows will leave bruises on her skin. "Is this what you want, (Y/N)? For me to take you roughly and show you what I’m capable of?"

The ninja draws his face to the side, holding her pelvis in one hand and marking it with his fingernails. It would seem as if he is trying to fight his instincts, not wanting to let himself be driven by that dark side buried inside him. There is a fierce aura in his posture, and his hand releases her neck only to grab her hair and pull her head back. Overwhelmed by the pace he leads, the shortness of breath, and the pain caused in different areas, (Y/N) feels faint and return to her senses several times. "You ask for it, you got it. Keep up with me."

All the tenderness and gentleness Itachi usually treated her with vanished beneath his true desire, genuine sex drive, and (Y/N) believed to be dealing with a completely different person. Possessed by his raw need and the craving he accumulates for her, the Uchiha is too far into his dark fantasy to hold back.

Without lending any qualms, Itachi continues his destructive session on her body, leaving her full of marks and bruises, vivid skin where his nails drew lines. The girl surrendered under his will, knowing she herself had provoked the situation. Between thrust and thrust, she does not remember when is the last time she made a conscious effort before passing out completely.

[eliasiis]

Hello ~

Couldn't help but noticed that your requests are open and

as someone who fell in love with your writing, may I ask for a CynoNari fic? ~

you sure can. also originally i was anxious about the lack of detail in this ask but then i realized it just means i have full creative freedom to do whatever the fuck i want with it so sure it works

also. i fucking love tighnari god damn

rest

pairing : cynonari

word count : 1.3k

Tighnari is overworked, to say the least.

With patient after patient coming in, Tighnari can't even get any other work done at all- Even with Collei's assistance, it's just getting to be too much. He's exhausted, he isn't sure how long it's been since he slept, much less how many hours he'd crammed into that sleep. All he knows is that he's so exhausted and he's about to drop.

"It seems things are slowing down a bit," Collei notes. When she looks at Tighnari, she notices that he looks like he isn't even listening. Even with his advanced hearing, she doesn't doubt he didn't hear her. "M-Master! Why don't you take a break?" She urges, standing in front of him rather than beside.

He finally notices that she's talking, shaking his head to get himself right. "No, no, that's alright Collei. I don't want to leave you to handle all of this yourself," He says, but Collei persists.

"I can do it! Here, sit on the cot- Should I get you anything? A drink, maybe? Something to snack on?" She asks, but Tighnari resists her urging.

"Collei, I'm fine, I assure you. I just need to get my head right. Don't worry about me," Before he can even finish his sentence, there's another visitor. Tighnari resists the urge to groan.

"Tighnari? Are you alright?" Tighnari would recognize that flat voice from miles away. He turns to see Cyno. A small, fond smile tugs at his lips.

"Yes, yes. What can I do for you?" He asks, barely holding himself up against the weight of his exhaustion. He thinks Cyno might've said something, and he thinks that Cyno's brows might've furrowed a bit in what was maybe concern, but he doesn't get too far in that analyzation before he faints.

... ◇ 》

Tighnari blinks his eyes open once, twice, and a few more times before he remembers what happened. He immediately brings a hand to his head to check for any injuries. It's nothing too bad except for a bit of a headache. He isn't wearing all of the layers he previously had been, clad in nothing but his normal shirt and his pants. He's thankful, it had gotten a bit hot earlier- but he doesn't have to be happy about it.

"Ugh... How embarrassing..." He mumbles, cursing himself under his breath. He sits up to try and look around to see where Collei is, but he just gets painfully dizzy and falls back on the cot.

"Don't sit up so fast, Tighnari."

Tighnari looks around for that voice, seeing Cyno standing beside him. "W-Wha..? Where's Collei?" He questions, rubbing at his temples. Archons, he needs to get himself together. If overworking himself leads to this, he might as well retire! The thought, despite irrational and illogical, of having to do that makes him shudder.

"The traveller came by while you were asleep. She's with them. I told her I'd stay with you until she gets back." Cyno sits beside Tighnari on the cot, running his fingers through long, silver hair. He'd discarded his helmet, apparently. The long, fluffy strands give Tighnari an urge to run his fingers through them. He'd learned how to braid a long time ago, mostly for Collei. Maybe Cyno would allow him...

He shakes that thought off. Absolutely not. "Ah... That's kind of you, but you really didn't have to do that for me. I'm sure you're busy, so I'll get up now and-"

"Absolutely not. Lie down." Cyno demands, raising a hand over Tighnari as if to push him back down. "Collei told me just how much you've been working. You will continue resting." It's not a request, Tighnari understands that. Despite this, he sits up anyway.

"Cyno, I really should-"

"No." Cyno pushes him back. It's a gentle push. He doesn't put any pressure, but he doesn't move his hand from Tighnari's chest either. "You will rest."

Tighnari makes eye contact with Cyno. It almost looks like he's challenging him to get up.

Tighnari sits up again. He swings his legs over the edge of the cot, but that's as far as he gets before Cyno grabs him by the waist and puts him back down. The action makes Tighnari both a little embarrassed and a little... Something else that he doesn't want to name. That something else makes a small, but mischievous fire light up in his eyes.

"Cyno. I'm getting up."

"Tighnari. You will rest. I have said this multiple times."

Tighnari crosses his arms. Cyno doesn't move.

Cyno's expression almost looks like he's planning something. It sends a shiver down Tighnari's spine. "One more time and there will be consequences."

These 'consequences' make a mix of misplaced dread and curiosity pool in his stomach. Despite that, Tighnari tries to get up anyway, but he barely even moves before Cyno's pushed him onto his back.

"This is your last chance to reconsider your decision, Tighnari."

"...Cyno, I have work to- A-Ah-!!! Cyno, what- Nohoho!!" Suddenly, Tighnari feels sharp nails spidering their way across his stomach, which trembles under the electric, ticklish feeling. His first instinct is to cover his already flushed face as he tries to curl away from the feeling.

"Yes. This is your penalty. I tell you to do one thing, and you do the other. Accept this." Cyno knows his nails are stupidly sharp, and he's as careful as possible with them- But that only makes the feeling worse. The light, barely-there feeling of Cyno's quick fingers unpredictably switching between his stomach and his sides is already enough to make Tighnari cackle.

Tighnari drops his hands and wraps them around his stomach to protect himself from the feeling. Cyno almost looks lost for a second, as if that had really caused him a problem.

He, however, just flips Tighnari onto his stomach and continues. He traces one long nail over his spine, up and down and up and down-

"Stop, stop!! Dohohon't do that!" Tighnari's back is a particular weak point. In makes his cackling die down into hiccupy giggling, but the repetitive tickling up and down that sensitive spot can and will drive Tighnari mad. "Just, just nohohot that-!!! hic-! Pleehehease! Not there, ahhahah- hic- Cynoo!!"

"Tell me you'll rest. Those are my conditions." Tighnari can't see him, but he can hear the smirk in Cyno's voice. He would, he wants it to stop badly, but also...

He doesn't really remember the last time he'd been this... Playful with someone. Tickling is childish and a total waste of the time he could be using to get more work done, but...

He shoves his face into the cot to muffle his desperate giggling, refusing Cyno's terms. He twists left to right, he arches his back to get away from that one maddeningly ticklish sensation but it just doesn't happen.

But then it stops.

The relief doesn't last long, though. Cyno scribbles at his shoulder-blades, chuckling to himself when he hears the muffled squeal.

Tighnari kicks his legs and tenses his shoulders, but nothing makes it stop. If it did, he might be disappointed. "No!! Thahahat's worse! Cynohoho...!! Ack!! ehehe, mmph- Mercy, mercy!! I-I cahahan't!" Tighnari's desperate pleading falls on deaf ears. He tries rolling on his side, but one hand now spiders at his side and his lower ribs while the other persists at his shoulder blades. He shrieks and tries curling up, but that doesn't deter Cyno even a bit.

Cyno leans down, blowing at the tip of his ear. He only smirks wider at tbe squeak he's rewarded with. "You know what I want to hear, Nari." The nickname makes Tighnari's thoughts short-circuit. Cyno isn't one for things like that. Somehow, the flustered feeling it gives him makes the tickling feel worse.

"I give! Ah, aha-!! I gihihive! I'll rest!!"

Cyno's hands still, and he stands up off the cot. "Good." He nods, as if he hadn't just forced Tighnari into resting.

"I will have my revenge, Cyno, remember that," But it really was exhausting. Tighnari falls asleep for the second time. He thinks for a moment that he feels a hand comb through his hair.

[masiethewriter]

Honored Eternal Path of Demise CH. 4 - The Killer

The cabinet is tall and stands close to the wall. Trying to look behind it, there is barely enough space for her fingers to poke through. Feeling herself turning Stubborn, Ning Yingying still tries to reach behind it with her hand. She is able to nudge the cabinet from the wall giving herself more space. Still unable to see anything, her arm feels around the space. Pressing herself closer and closer, pushing the cabinet further out, there must be something if she just- "Ning Yingying, watch out!" Shen Qingqiu suddenly yells.

Previous Chapter ~~//~~ Next Chapter

Shen Qingqiu is so shocked by Ning Yingyings sudden appearance that he isn't able to step aside before she throws herself at him. But instead of a knife plunging into his chest, her delicate arms circle around him, pulling him into a hug.

"Senior Shen! I am so glad to see you! I was afraid something had happened to you! Luo Binghe is gone and someone attacked us and I think they want to kill us and-"

"I know. I have seen him," Shen Qingqiu quickly interrupts.

Looking down the hallway, there is no one there, but who knows how long that will last? Gently freeing himself from Ning Yingyings hold, he keeps a grasp on her arms as he pulls them both inside the broom closet. He quickly closes the door after them.

Feeling slightly safer, he is able to get a better look at the girl.

After being out in the rain, Ning Yingyings hair and uniform is a mess, only one dry-level above drenched. She isn't leaving puddles, but Shen Qingqiu can feel his uniform stick to his skin where she got it all damp. He feels a pang in his chest when he notices the red skin around her eyes, her nose slightly running as she sniffs from the cold.

He feels bad about the state she is in. Though he would have felt worse if she hadn't... you know. The thing.

Honestly, Shen Qingqiu really needs to get over what Ning Yingying did in the first session. Clearly it was the original goods she had been targeting and how could she have known it was suddenly someone else inhabiting the body? Shen Qingqiu has never liked to hold grudges and this is just a game after all.

A more painful game than usual, though. When someone stabs you multiple times in the chest and you feel every thrust of the knife piercing your flesh, it is hard to move on from the experience for some reason. 

Whatever, he needs to get back to focusing on the situation at hand. 

"We need to keep quiet so we aren't found. Are you hurt anywhere?" He asks, though he knows she won’t be. She doesn't know that he knows, though, and it is better to keep up the appearance of a worried senior schoolmate.

Ning Yingying just shakes her head, the water from her pigtails dripping everywhere. She looks so pitiful that Shen Qingqiu can't hold back anymore. Taking off his school jacket, he slips it around her shoulders, keeping it closed for her as she looks up at him.

"What happened after you two left?"

"We... We just... A-Luo and I just followed the path o-out. Some t-trees had fallen and blocked our way, but we got p-past them," She sniffs, stumbling over the words. "But as we reached the gate... We found... And he was dead and... Oh, poor-"

Before Ning Yingying can drag him into another hug, Shen Qingqiu steps back. She looks at him in confusion at being rejected, but he keeps eye contact, giving her a serious look. They need to stay focused.

"What happened after?" He asks, though his voice is gentle so she can calm down.

"A person in a mask suddenly appeared. He was holding an axe and swung it at Luo Binghe. I didn't know what to do but Luo Binghe told me to run. I got back and found somewhere to hide." She answers, sounding more collected already. Luckily, one of Ning Yingyings great skills is her ability to bounce back after horrific experiences.

A skill much needed in this type of environment.

Okay, back to business. Everything seems to be following the plot as expected. Ning Yingying and Luo got split up with Ning Yingying returning to the mansion so she could continue as the tutorial character. So far so good. She went upstairs as he predicted and is going around exploring the place. 

How she had found him was kind of weird, though. Isn't he supposed to be essentially gone from the story until next time the plot needed him? He didn't assume he would be safe from the Killer, but he had assumed he would be safe from Ning Yingying.

It's not her fault, it's just... See, she can't help but... Shen Qingqiu would love to work together as a team. There are just two issues...

One, he is a man. Second, a non-Luo Binghe man. These two combined means spending more than 5 minutes alone with a female character is essentially a death sentence.

That is why he even hesitated with giving her his jacket! Something could interpret that as him trying to move into Binghes territory when he wasn't! Ning Yingying just looked really extremely pitiful, okay? He even avoided her when she tried to hug him again, see he is trying his best here!

So he had assumed he wouldn't see anything to Ning Yingying while exploring as that is what had happened in the original game. Which was also for the best, because then he didn't have to worry about the narrative killing him off to preserve the innocence of women who had to save themselves for Luo Binghe. 

So Why. The fuck. Did Ning Yingying find him almost immediately??

Okay, he had to make a plan, preferable on without Ning Yingying going with-

"Please don't leave me by myself! I am too scared to be alone," Ning Yingying suddenly beggs, looking up at him.

Ugh, why did it have to be like this? This is for both of our safety you know!

"With a killer on the loose, there is no way to know what can happen. It is better if you keep hiding while I look for help," Shen Qingqiu tries to reason.

"No! please!" Ning Yingying cries, suddenly grabbing hold of his arm. "It is better we stick together! We can help each other, what if you get hurt?"

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Shen Qingqiu sighs deeply.

Okay! Maybe he wouldn't die just by being in the same general area as Ning Yingying. They were already diverging from expectations slightly with Ning Yingying finding him. They wouldn't know until they tried!

Way too easily he gives in. "Fine. We can work together."

"Yaaay! Thank you, thank you!" Ning Yingying celebrates until Shen Qingqiu shushes her. The air turns serious again.

"What should we do now?" She asks.

Shen Qingqiu shows her the spiritbox, though he doesn't turn it on yet.

"This warned me earlier when the killer was near. With this we should be able to stay safe as long as we keep alert." As Ning yingying nods, Shen Qingqiu continue. "I saw where the killer went, so we will go in the opposite direction. We will try to keep our distance as much as possible."

"Okay. I will stay right behind you. We have to stay safe so we don't end up like-"

Shen Qingqiu has already mentally moved on, briefly turning on the spiritbox before stepping out of the room. It released weak static, so he sees that as his cue that they can safely leave. With Ning Yingying right at his heels, they go forward, away from the killer.

Shen Qingqiu hasn't forgotten what is behind them, though. He had seen something underneath that armchair, so at some point he had to go back and see what it was. But it would have to be after the Killer leaves that area.

While walking back, he keeps to his right-is-right rule. One hand lightly trailing the wall to feel for real doors, as they return to the diverging hallways. He goes to the right. 

He explains his actions and their reasoning to Ning Yingying. Knowing how to find the way in a maze is useful knowledge, and she might have to explore by herself at some point for various reasons. 

Reasons that won't include his untimely demise, Shen Qingqiu hopes. 

Like this, they find another door which they begin to explore. Before they enter, Shen Qingqiu turns on the spiritbox. This time it is completely silent. Satisfied with this and keeping it on this time, they go in.

This is clearly an old music room. The walls are covered in decorated curtains, chairs lined around the room for people to sit on and listen to whatever music is being played. At the end of the room is a fireplace, though with no fire. The only instrument the room currently have is a grand piano placed in the middle. Shen Qingqiu is quick to warn Ning Yingying from touching it.

Looking around the room they try to find any useful items hidden away. Ning Yingying is quick to find another set of bandages, which Shen Qingqiu instructs her to keep. He himself investigates the old fireplace, finding the inside surprisingly clean. He does try to crawl in and push at the back, but nothing happens. He also can't find anything else hidden inside. With the colouring of the bricks, he is certain a secret room is hidden here, though. Just a question about how to reveal it.

A question he might already have the answer to. With nothing else to note, Shen Qingqiu dares to check the piano. The inside, where all the mechanisms are hidden, have been locked and there doesn't seem to be any hidden drawers or openings. 

He can't hide his shock when Ning Yingying taps a few keys, notes of music playing. She quickly apologises, but with no reaction from the spiritbox they appear to still be safe. They both try to play a bit on the piano, but neither are particularly musically talented. 

Clearly they are missing some piece of the puzzle that would guide them towards what to do. Shen Qingqiu tells Ning Yingying this room is a bust and they move on.

The next room they find is too dark to explore. Ning Yingying is too scared to step in and Shen Qingqiu is not stupid enough to go somewhere he can't see the traps. They would have to save this room for when they find a lightsource.

The third room is a small kitchenette. Not meant for cooking, but a place to keep light snacks and for making tea. A collection of high class tea sets are placed precariously in a wooden cabinet. A small stove is placed to the side, clearly meant for heating the tea. While looking through the cupboards, biscuits and dry cookies are put inside tin cans and fancy pottery. 

Even if Shen Qingqiu hadn't been paranoid about potential poisoning, he isn't certain of the cookies' edibility. He wouldn't be surprised if they were tougher than the brick wall material found in the fireplace from the piano room.

Both he and Ning Yingying search the cupboards and afterwards he moves on to the stove. Like with everything else, when he can't find something obvious on top or inside, he begins to look underneath and behind the back. Any small nooks and crannies a hidden puzzle, note or key could be kept.

His detailed investigations apparently inspire Ning Yingying. Seeing him looking through everything the rooms have to offer, she tries to do the same. Searching each shelf of the tea cabinet, nothing stands out. She looks into every teapot and cup, but they hide nothing but dust. Feeling out for bumps and nooks reveal nothing. Huffing at the lack of progress they are making, she keeps looking back and forth between the cabinet and Shen Qingiu, who is currently down on his knees, squeezing himself behind the stove as far as he can reach.

She tries to do the same. The cabinet is tall and stands close to the wall. Trying to look behind it, there is barely enough space for her fingers to poke through. Feeling herself turning Stubborn, Ning Yingying still tries to reach behind it with her hand. She is able to nudge the cabinet from the wall giving herself more space. Still unable to see anything, her arm feels around the space. Pressing herself closer and closer, pushing the cabinet further out, there must be something if she just-

"Ning Yingying, watch out!" Shen Qingqiu suddenly yells.

Before she realises what he means, she feels the cabinet begin to lean away from her. She tries to grasp it, but it is too late. The entire cabinet falls, with everything inside it.

CRASH

Together with the sound of multiple teapots and cups breaking at once, the heavy wooden cabinet smashes against the floor. The noise is deafening for a second, both Shen Qingqiu and Ning Yingying standing frozen.

Then Shen Qingqius spiritbox breaks out in static. Loud static.

Eyes wide, Shen Qingqiu jumps over the cabinet, grasping Ning Yingyings arm. The cupboards aren't big enough to hide either of them, so their only option is to get away immediately. Dragging her out in the hallway, he turns off the spiritbox, trying to calculate the closest room they can hide in.

The Killer stands at the end of the hallway. Staring right at them. Shen Qingqiu freezes at the sight.

Shen Qingqiu has seen the Killer many times. As the first monster thrown at the player, the game is mercyless with its learning curve. It is humanoid in shape, though bigger than the average man. Bulky. Entire outfit black, only colouring the splatters of mud and blood. No face can be seen, instead a mask of a mocking devil is worn.

Seeing this on his computer screen while sitting at home in the dark, the sound and music turned to max, was scary. Seeing it in person almost makes Shen Qingqiu pass out from pure terror right then and there. 

Somehow the game didn't capture the true feeling of how insignificant it is seeing a monster towering over you, even at such a distance. Somehow it didn't capture the feeling of nausea rising with each gurgling breath coming from a chest that seemed more like a stone wall than skin and flesh. It didn't capture the dampening stench of sweat and rot, coming off it in waves.

And it certainly didn't truly capture the pure intimidation and horror felt at seeing the rusty heavy axe, bloody with bits of meat still stuck to it, held in a monstrous hand.

The Killer takes a step towards them. 

Shen Qingqiu screams.

"RUN!"

Both he and Ning Yingying turn from the Killer. A split second after they can hear him tunnelling after them. 

Ning Yingying immediately gasps for air, though not because she is exhausted. Shen Qingqiu is shouting nonsense at her as he tries to find a way out for them.

The Killer appeared in the direction they came from. This means they can't get to any of the rooms they have already looked into to hide. Running towards unexplored territory is their only choice. An extremely risky choice. 

Every second used can get them killed. There is no space for mistakes. Going into the wrong room would be almost certain death for both of them. 

Running like this, Shen Qingqiu can't discern if they are passing any real doors. They all turn into an endless blur of fake possibilities.

Ahead, the hallway suddenly curves. Shen Qingqiu grasps at the wall as he turns, almost sliding on the carpet covering the floor. Pushing himself from the wall, he uses the momentum to hasten his run for a second.

"Shen Qingqiu!"

Ning Yingying doesn't manage the turn. Her legs stumble into each other and she falls hard to the ground. Instinctively she calls out Shen Qingqius' name, trying to push herself back up, but unable to find her footing. The noise of the Killer grows closer as he rushes towards them.

It is like time slows down as a million thoughts flashes through Shen Qingqius' mind. His first instinct is to continue running. Get as far away as possible and hide. His self-preservation telling him he can’t save anyone if he himself is dead. This is immediately followed by the pragmatic part of his brain that argues that leaving someone to die like this is a death sentence in itself. In this game karma is a very busy bitch. If you could have saved someone, but didn’t, the game will find a way to punish you. Logic then steps in, saying that dying here in the hallway is still worse than being killed off later. That is still more time to investigate the mansion. More time to solve the mystery.

Then something else takes over. Shen Qingqiu isn't sure what exactly it is. It feels... heavy but clear... emotional in a way...

Not even a second has been wasted as he throws himself at Ning Yingying. Taking hold of her arm and waist, he drags her up, not letting go of her as they start running again.

They can't continue like this and there is no time to come up with a plan. If they want to survive, they have to bet on pure luck. Steering them towards the nearest door, SHen Qingqiu can only pray for it to be real, as he shoves against it. 

His prayer is heard. The door smashes open, with him and Ning Yingying almost falling through it. Managing to stay upright, they don't have time to take in the room. Lots of flasks fill up the walls and a curtain hangs, hiding part of the room from view. None of this is of interest to Shen Qingqiu currently. Instead he zeroes in on the door. 

Before they can hesitate, he pulls himself and Ning Yingting inside. To his relief, there is a key in the door and he immediately locks it. A second after they can hear the Killer charge into the room.

They both hold their breaths. Ning Yingting is pressing herself against the wall, while Shen Qingqiu stands by the door. They are painfully aware that if the Killer decides, even the strong wooden material will be nothing against his axe. They can only stay quiet and hope for their luck to continue.

The Killer has stopped. His heavy breathing does nothing to hide his presence, but he does not go straight for the door. Hope manages to sneak its way into their hearts. 

Heavy steps. Shen Qingqiu is hit with a sense of deja vu, thrown back to when he was hiding underneath the couch not even an hour ago. He doesn't know if he feels better or worse now having Ning Yingting hiding with him.

The Killer walks around the room. Soon the footsteps come closer. Ning Yingying covers her mouth to hide a whimper. Shen Qingqiu does not move a muscle. The handle creaks as it is grabbed from the other side. It turns slightly before it is stopped by the lock. For too long nothing moves. 

Then it is released and the Killer steps away. The relief is heavy enough for both of them to drop. Then they startle when something bash against the floor. Luckily neither makes a noise. At the sound of metal being dragged against stone flooring, Shen Qingqiu realises it must be the Killers axe. Hearing cloth moving, the Killer must have gone to the part of the room that was hidden by the curtain.

Like this, Shen Qingqiu dares to take note of the room they find themselves in. Another broom closet, but much smaller than the one they were in before. There is just enough space for him and Ning Yingying to stand in. The tools also appear very different. Instead of gear for maintenance, the closet is full of beakers and tubes. Shen Qingqiu is quite certain he recognizes a bunsen burner on one of the shelves. There is one single weak light stuck in the ceiling.

Ning Yingying stands right beside a rusty metal cabinet. She slides her hand up and down the edges. The motion appears to be an unconscious attempt at calming herself down. 

Catching her eyes, Shen Qingqiu nods towards her knees. She looks down before she realises what he means. She shakes her head. He tries to give her a reassuring smile. Good that she isn't hurt. 

The Killer returns. Stepping into the middle of the room, he stops. It is hard for Shen Qingqiu to imagine what he is thinking. He would assume the game AI would just leave, the programming telling it there is no one here. A logical human being would be able to put 2 and 2 together and guess there is only one place they could be hiding. Shen Qingqiu isn't sure which side is in control of the Killer.

Of course, the monster could also just be stupid. That is also an option to hope for. 

More steps. A door closing, more gently than expected. Silence. 

They wait a minute. They wait two. Then three and four. By the fifth minute, Shen Qingqiu begins to loosen his body. Motioning for Ning Yingying to stay where she is, he kneels down. Closing one eye, he squints through the keyhole. 

Another sense of deja vu, stuck looking from an awkward angle to see anything of interest. With the low lighting, it is hard to discern anything distinct. Mostly flask covered walls and more instruments, like those in the room they are in. He tries for a different angle, one more directed towards the other door. He just need to find out if-

"Eep!" Ning Yingying suddenly cries out in a whisper. It is low, her mouth still covered by her hand. Shen Qingqiu immediately turns to see what has happened.

Holding up her hand in front of her, a needle sticks out from her finger. Thin and dark, it pierces her flesh. A single droplet of blood falls from the tip.

Shen Qingqiu doesn't even have time to feel anything. He just manages to move away, before the head of an axe cleaves the door handle, right where his head had been. Falling on his back, Shen Qingqiu has a perfect view of the Killer kicking in the door. Standing tall and dark, the light encapsulates him from behind. Ning Yingying screams.

Shen Qingqiu does not make a sound. Looking into the grinning maw of the devil, it is almost elegant the way the axe is lifted high above their heads. Shen Qingqiu barely manages to hope that Ning Yingying will use the distraction to run away as the axe falls.

The axe is old. Rusty. Badly maintained. Dull and blunt. So it is more the force that makes it split Shen Qingqius head than a sharp edge. Like this, one would think death would be immediate. That there would be nothing left for the nerves to send their signals, warning about a danger that is impossible to stop. But Shen Qingqiu feels every microsecond of the metal cutting through his skin. Every microsecond, as his skull is crushed. Every microsecond of his brain becoming porridge. And he feels it all burst through his ruined face, spraying out, covering the room, covering the Killer, covering Ning Yingying. Screams and heavy breathing and blood and brain matter splattering everywhere.

Then, he dies.

[boxwinebaddie]

hi uncle neen! in honor of freckle kyle becoming canon, does jers have freckles? <3

yES!!!!! YES HE DOES!!!!

YES!!!! HE!!! DOOOOOOES!!!!

hooooooly shit, oh My GOD, i am so sorry for being FERAL, you guys, but when i tell you that i have been WAITING FOR THIS QUESTION!

because jerseykyle does not just 'have freckles'.

obviously, everyone's kyle is different and i think a lot of people hc kyle having a nice light smattering over his nose, some light ones on his cheeks, neck and shoulders, which, again, i think is so lovely, i love when kyle has freckles, i think that is a perfect hc, tbh.

bUT JERSEYKYLE??????

JERSEYKYLE HAS FRECKLES.

for days and weeks and months and YEARS!!!!!!

anyways, follow me under the cut if you want my yelling.

okay, so, i wasn't sure how to explain this, but if we don't know, my embarrassing uncle nina lore is that in mid-highschool i used to tumblr rpg often which required the use of faceclaims or irl actors and models so i actually have...a surprising depth and wealth of knowledge when it comes specifically to models/supermodels so...

this is cintia dicker. X / X / X

( yes she is beautiful )

JERSEYKYLE HAS CINTIA DICKER FRECKLES.

like aaaaaalll OVER his damn face. like jersey be dominating boys in the bedroom, but those freckles be DOMINATING HIS FACE, BABY! like light ones, dark ones, idk, but they are fucking everywhere, all over his face, his neck, his arms, his legs, his chest,

EVERYWHERE.

which...Whew. he is sooooo pretty. it is seriously striking like he looks like pale pink sky with a blizzard of amber sparkles on his face. it's so wonderful, like jersey kyle please model for VOGUE. he is that bitch, he is freckly as damn hell, there are HUNDREDS, possibly thousands.

i might be exaggerating...

BUT I NEED YOU TO KNOW HES FRECKLY AS FUCK.

which...he was very embarrassed about for a long time. to this day, it is a large point of insecurity for him bc he feels really weird about them and considered using foundation to cover them up because of how strange and messy he thinks they make his face look because of the way society used to treat them, like they made his face look dirty or imperfect or ugly and AAAAAA OKAY!

so throwback ( as in i want to throw that man off a cliff and run over him several times w/ the barbie jeep i don't know how to drive ) when rm cartman said jers looked like he was 'speckled with shit'. :(((

it made kyle morbidly depressed/insecure to the point where he wanted to rip the skin off his face, but then stan told him that his mom said 'freckles are places where you've been kissed by the sun' and that ky must be 'the sun's favorite' bc he's been kissed so many times and he's trying to catch up…

WHEN I TELL U HE SWOOONED.

ravenstanley marsh, ceo of simping for freckly boys.

speaking of, so one time, i think they were watching a movie and stan was, uh, not watching the movie, he was literally watching jerseykyle. and kyle was like "what are you doing, dummy? is there something on my face?" and ironically stan shook his head and said "yeah, but they're fine where they are..." then trailed off in thought, still intently staring at kyle with Extreme Laser Focus.

and normally, kyle is used to people staring at him, y'know, bc he's fine as hell and really tall, that doesn't really phase him, but ravenstan staring at him makes him SUPER nervous, awkward and flustered, so he's like -anxious laugh- "seriously, dude, what are you do—“ and stan's like "shh" ( in a not condescending, loving way )

"i'm trying to count."

jerseykyle furrows his lovely auburn brow, trying to figure out what he's talking about, realizes what's going on, but still literally in shock, laughs again, because he thinks stan must be joking and goes "oh my gahd, are tryna count my freckles? stan's literally imposs--" and stan shushes again him in a gentle manner and is like "shh, i need to focus. quit distracting me, you're gonna make me lose my place."

literally on his face, counting kyle's, i shit you not, probably over 100 freckles, which i think is soooo fucking CUTE of him because he's literally swimming against the deadly current of his adhd, forcing everything in his constantly fidgeting body to focus so that he can keep count. it's a truly beautiful thing watching r.s.' brain whir and his pretty blue eyes narrow and widen, counting softly under his breath.

ravenstan does, unfortunately, find he can't count them all because like jersey said, it is a pretty damn near impossible task...that did NOT however, stop him from trying multiple times, the last time though, he didn't actually lose count, kyle just kissed the FUCK out of him because it was literally the loveliest thing he'd ever seen.

he did possibly get laid for that, i'm sorry.

but yeah FRECKLE SUPREMACY KYLE AND SPECIFICALLY JERS. that man has so many freckles that his body looks like the night sky on a perfectly clear day, it is...beautiful. it is a work of damn ART.

anyways...i'm done now.

do we see the vision ( of loveliness )

that is jew jersey kyle matthew BROFRECKLOVSKI????

-uncle nina, feral about extremely freckly jersey

p.s. ravenstan, as a man of justice for all and fairness, basically loves all of kyle's one hundred thousand million freckles equally but there is a darker one that is just above the right curve of his lip...THAT IS HIS FAVORITE FRECKLE, I AM SO SORRY IT IS THE EQUIVALENT OF THE RAVENSTAN RIGHT UNDER EYE BEAUTY MARK BUT FOR STAN LIKE HE IS FEEEERAL ABOUT IT. he does...give it a special kiss often...very gay of him. his second favorite freckle is...

anyways!

Next Question. <3

[slashingdisneypasta]

This idea/question popped into my head last night and I think it might intrigued you too. Or at least it'll be fun to think about.

So we know that in the Slasher AU, Rena is dead and Ryan and Kingston are still running their L.V mafia. But what if they were a bunch of slashers? Whether they replace the weasels as the Slasher Villains or they are Las Vegas' group of killers? How much different do you think they and their relationships would be (not just with each other but other people, like Maya and Kingstons parents)? What kind of irl slashers would you compare them to?

If they are slashers alongside the weasels... Ohhh boy Shiny, Poppy, and Lottie are in for a shit show when they get on the road, I imagine.

SLASHER AU SLASHER AU SLASHER AU-

Okay so I saw this and had to get up, fill a hot water bottle and get comfy so I could respond. I'm ready now, here we go.

Slasher!Rena is Freddy down to a T. She's an orphan, she's a Huge Tease, she's terrifyingly cunning, and she'd absolutely come back for her daughter just to use her when she needs her. So Rena's basically herself, but with a taste for bloodshed. As opposed to King and Ryan, Rena probably always had a little bloodlust in her, from childhood; I can see her being bullied when she was little (she was a lanky, awkward thing who looked just like her brother- they called her a boy, boyish, masculine. Said she would never be pretty; that kinda thing. As well as 'poor' and 'orphan'. She and Ry still get adopted by King's parents in this au but that doesn't change the fact they aren't her real mum and dad, and children are cruel) and hating everyone around her (Except Ryan and King). She started hating guys, particularly, even more after she hit puberty and SUDDENLY!! everyone liked her.

As she grew up she became more and more the character we know- addicted to drama. Except its even worse, because... well, she's not satisfied with a little sex. Yes, thats great, but she starts to think that if she can kill... and then go to the funeral, too,... t h a t would be perfect. And of course, she targets kids she grew up with and their families. (And at this point, she's the most popular woman in the little australian farm town. She knows everyone, she's friends with everyone- So she has access, to everyone.)

After they move to Vegas, america's capital of bad mistakes, Rena really hits her perfect stride. Everyone there is her puppet.

(And *cough* I have this thought where, after Poppy/Shiny/and Lottie come to Vegas and meet the Roo's, and Lottie naively thinks she's finally found a parent who wants her (Rena's spinning it like Smartass took her and hid her from her mother- which we both know is nothing but lies), Rena digs into her daughter. She finds out everything that happened, convincing Lottie with gentle motherly touches and warm openness to tell her all her secrets. Then, for fun, Rena sells Lottie out to Greasy)

Slasher!Kingston is Chucky for sure XD Oh! And also Foxy and Stu!! Kingston still seems to think pretty clearly (Unlike, say, Otis or Baby. Or Tiffany. Or Billy.), he k n o w s the difference between right and wrong, he can explain ethics, but he just doesn't care ('wrong's the fun one'). Kingston basically started developing a bloodlust after Rena started killing. He was always pretty popular in school (AFL star) and in town; he was never bullied, but he's always up for trying something new! King's a bit of a thrill seeker (He drove before he had a licence way over the speed limit, he drank before it was legal, he smoked, he did drugs, he was up for really any dangerous stunt, etc), so when he stumbles upon his girlfriend with blood on her pretty face and his old football coach laying still on the ground, he's basically like... 'oh is this what we're doing now?? Well- shit- I'm down! Whadawe do with this??' *gesturing to the body of the man who kindly taught him football all through highschool* Who's next??'

And its not personal for him at all like it is with Rena, he'll kill anyone. Doesn't matter. He has very little in the way of empathy.

King just jumps on board immediately- following Rena's lead but quickly ~flourishing~ on his own. And, being a thrill seeker, he almost blows their cover so so many times! Rena gets so annoyed 😅 She has tied him to a chair with military grade knots through the night before on multiple occasions because they need to lay low now goddamnit!

As for his parents... he would absolutely kill them, no guilt no shame. He doesn't want to, he's not gonna go out of his way to do it (They're his mum and dad! He loves them, in his way), but if they found out about his extracurriculars and they started creating problems then he will shoot them in the heads.

Slasher!Ryan, true to his character, was never a really cruel person (Just complicit)... until Maya** was killed. So, I'd liken him to... maybe... Needy? From Jennifer's Body? After Jennifer and Chip were killed, she lost a l l semblance of being the 'good guy'. She went basically monotone, and just... pissed. And thats definitely Ryan (In the original universe too, but its definitely more violent in this one). Ryan definitely also has a mindless, wrathful Michael Myers thing about him.

He wants to destroy whoever did it, whoever took Maya away. But once its done... he still doesn't feel better. Ryan will never feel better. He's lost something very important inside him, he doesn't care anymore, and it will not ever go back to the way it was. He's like a mindless soldier for King and Rena to use as they will. (To their credit- they do try not to treat him that way though. Thats their brother, who's been with them no matter what since the start, and... they love him. He's their soft spot!! But sometimes they have to use him.)

Ryan goes into dissociative states where he will hurt anyone near him, and King has to hold him back (Which is a struggle- Ryan's stronger then any of them) while Rena forces a pill down his throat; covering his mouth until it goes down and he goes to sleep.

** Maya did not know about Kings and Rena's killings when she was alive. Ryan kept it from her, and though King made some odd jokes sometimes around her, and she might have had some suspicions... she never outright found out.

[chamberedbeauty]

@lamentingwclf continued from x

Sometimes the fear and loneliness grew to be too much, especially at night where things were now quiet. They weren't in the city anymore, and during the day, it couldn't be more appreciated it. During the day, sometimes it even felt like she was starting to adjust. But the nights without the screaming sounds of New York City....the silence was too loud. Often, when the emotions and thoughts became too much, she'd call out for him. And he always came. He'd always come.

Sometimes he'd sit in the chair in the corner or he'd lay on the floor next to the bed. Sometimes he'd talk to her for a little bit or he'd turn her television on and play Snow White. Other nights no one would say a word, but normally it didn't matter. His presence was always enough.

However, tonight, she couldn't sleep and her thoughts kept drifting back to the night before he left for the war...and all she wanted was to be wrapped up in his arms like she was that night. And so, she made the decision and tiptoed into his room.

When her arms are gently pushed away from him, she can't help the way her face falls. Quickly Gwen sits up, shaking her head when he tells her to wait, her fingers fidgeting. "No....no it's fine. It's fine. I'm sorry." But suddenly he's sitting up too, a look of fear in his eyes, and he finally says what it's about...and her heart plummets.

It only takes a few moments before her tears start to fall. She'd learned her parents had died in a car accident about a month ago, and there weren't words to describe how she felt. She was angry. She was only supposed to be in ice for until the war ended, but her father left her in there longer to boost his political power and her mother knew about it too. It wasn't fair...but at the same time...they were her parents and she loved them. She missed them. And finding out they died like that, leaving her little brothers orphans. It hurt. It hurt so badly.

There was something tragically poetic that her parents "accident" was a hit...a hit by the Winter Soldier. There isn't any anger, not right now. She's too sad, too heartbroken to even try to process any of this right now. Tears stream down her cheeks and Bucky's gentle touch causes a slight jump- still not completely used to the metal now replacing his left hand. But she doesn't pull away, instead her eyes close and she leans into the touch, and lets him kiss her forehead- taking in the comfort he was trying to give her.

But just as quickly, he's pulling away, and telling her she's going to be shipped off with Sam. "W-What?" She sniffs out, quickly standing as Bucky begins walking out of the room. "No...no!"

She runs after him, still unable to stop her tears. "I don't- I don't want to go with Sam. I don't want to. I want to stay here...w-with you. I want...no. No l-let's just talk about this please- please."

Her pleas fall on deaf ears and it's not too long before Sam's coming through the front door. As always he's gentle with her. Whether or not he knows what's going on is irrelevant and he's quick to take her under his arm to her room and helps her pack her suitcase. As he takes it to the car, Gwen's feet shuffle until she finds Bucky.

"....Where are you going? W-Where are you going to go while....while I'm with Sam. I want...I want you to come with. Please....please."

[shiftingparadise]

Hello hello. I'm absolutely in love with the idea of attorney Levi x reader anon requested and you wrote it perfectly. May I ask for a part 2 (angst + fluff + smutt/ Levi being a gentle sweetheart to reader)? Levi proposes to reader after months of dating and they finally get married. The pair have an amazing marriage life until they try for a baby multiple times, but each time they fail. Levi takes reader to professional doctor and the reader's world fall apart when he tells her she may not be able to get pregnant, but that's still not for sure and she has to do examination that could be painful for her. Apparently due to the abuse she's been through her uterus was damaged and she can't hold the baby (sorry I'm not medically professional but we can imagine for the sake of our scenario). When Levi sees reader's pain and suffering for months he decides to visit Zeke in prison to beat the shit out of him but he doesn't get arrested for everyone know how crazy Zeke is. In the end they finally manage to have a baby after examinations. A happy and fluffy ending please where Levi and reader have a beautiful baby 💖 Sorry for the long request. Feel free to ignore this.

Thank you, I'm happy you liked the way I wrote it! I hope you like this part as well 😇. Please never apologize, for long requests, I love them!

Hope everyone's having a great day, enjoy reading 🤍✨

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‘Hey, stop!’, you let your head fall back, softly brushing your temple against Levi’s cheek, ‘I’m trying to make breakfast’. ‘Tch’, Levi let his hands wander across your body, pressing you against the kitchen counter, ‘You’re telling me you aren’t wearing this shirt on purpose?’, he softly pulled up the fabric, letting his digits run over your waist, ‘You know how crazy you drive me when you’re wearing my shirt’. ‘Hm’, you smirked, rubbing your ass against his pants, ‘It’s a shame you have to go to work’. ‘Don’t worry’, he pressed a soft kiss on your shoulder, ‘I’ll take care of you tonight’. ‘Oh right’, you quickly turned around, ‘At what time are we going to dinner again?’, ‘At 7. I’ve bought you a dress, it’s in the bag next to your nightstand’. ‘Again?’, you giggled, ‘I don’t have any more room to put them’. ‘Then we’ll make more room’, Levi cupped your cheeks, ‘I said I was going to treat you like a princess and I have every intention of doing so’. ‘You know that I don’t like it when you spend so much money on me. ‘I know, but I can’t stop myself when I imagine how perfect you’d look in it’, Levi placed a swift kiss on your lips, ‘I’ll see you tonight, okay?’. ‘Aren’t you going to eat breakfast?’, you looked at the food behind you. ‘I’m not hungry, I’m sorry princess’, ‘Don’t worry, I’ll eat yours for lunch then’. ‘Okay’, Levi replied while grabbing his suitcase, ‘Be careful if you decide to go out’, ‘Always’, you smiled at your boyfriend. 

‘Huh?’, you frowned when you could see his black tea sitting on the table, still untouched. Levi never wasted his tea; let alone he’d leave in the morning without having some. 

Levi tried to act as normal as possible, but he never felt more nervous in his life. What if you said no? What if you still didn’t trust him because of what you’d been through? Maybe you weren’t ready for this, maybe you would never be ready for this. It’s not like you ever talked about something like this. It may even be too early, but he didn’t want to waste any more time. The last few months were perfect. Life with you was a dream, something he would never grow tired of. 

---

‘Where are we going?’, you looked out of the car window, enjoying the feeling of Levi’s hand on your thigh. 

‘Levi?’, you frowned when he didn’t respond. 

You’d never seen him like this. His eyes were fixed on the road, brows slightly frowning. Your boyfriend seemed like he was somewhere else, as if he was lost inside his mind. 

‘Is something wrong?’, you moved a little more forward, trying to hide your nerves. ‘W-what? Oh, no. Nothing’s wrong’., he nervously chuckled. 

You decided to let it go for now. even though you knew he was lying. You could always talk to him tomorrow. You didn’t want to ruin the date he’d prepared.  

---

‘I’m so glad we're home’, you let out a giggle, throwing your arms around his neck, ‘You look so handsome in your suit’, And you look stunning in that dress’, Levi replied softly. 

You were clueless. You didn’t know the palms of his hand were sweating, or how fast his heart was beating, … 

‘Y/N’, Levi barely managed to say your name, but he would never forgive himself if he let this moment pass. ‘Hm? What’s wrong?’, you looked confused as your boyfriend got down on one knee. 

Levi tried to look at you, he tried to take in the way your brows were frowning, your lips slightly parted… but he couldn’t. He was scared that you didn’t want this, that you were going to say no. 

‘I know we’ve only been dating for a few months; I know this may seem foolish, but to tell you the truth… I’ve been searching for a ring ever since our first night together. So, if you would do me the honor…’. 

‘H-huh?’, you widened your eyes when you could see him taking a small box out of his pocket, slowly opening it. ‘Will you marry me?’. ‘A-are you…’. 

Now you knew why Levi had been acting somewhat strange the entire day. Knowing him, he’d probably been nervous. 

‘Please’, Levi’s eyes finally met yours, ‘You’re a dream Y/N. I can’t imagine a life without you’. ‘Hm’, you slowly nodded your head, gently holding out your hand. ‘I-is that a yes?’. ‘Hm’, you repeated yourself, trying to hold back tears, ‘Yes’. 

Levi widened his eyes. This was by far the happiest moment in his life. This was the moment everything fell into place, where everything felt right.

---

‘How does it feel?’, Levi’s heavy breathing greeted your earlobes when he pushed into you, sending shivers down your spine. ‘Good’, your eyes rolled back, nails digging into his shoulders. ‘Now you’re completely mine’, Levi proudly smirked, slowly trusting in and out of you. ‘You’ve got no idea how I’ve waited for this moment. You looked so beautiful today’, he mumbled while leaving a small mark on your neck, ‘Did you notice how Erwin looked at you?’, Levi chuckled, ‘He was jealous of me, I could see it in the way he looked at you when you walked down the aisle’. ‘L-levi’, you moaned out his name, ‘Y-yes?’, he let his eyes linger on your breasts. He loved the way they moved along with your body; he didn’t want to go faster. 

‘No’. 

‘N-no?’, you slowly opened one eye, placing your hand on one of your breasts. ‘I’m going to take you how I want to tonight Y/N’. 

You could feel yourself clenching around his member when he spoke those words. You loved it when he got like this, when he took control. Levi usually puts your pleasure before his, and sex with him always feels amazing… But this side of him was a sight you came to love.  

‘Hmpf’, you whimpered when you could feel him turning you around in one swift motion, gently pressing your head into the pillow. ‘Tell me if I’m too rough’, he softly whispered before pressing you harder into the pillow. 

Before you knew it, the hotel room you were staying in was filled with lewd noises. 

‘Fuck’, Levi grunted, softly biting in your shoulder, ‘I can see why Erwin’s jealous. I would be too if someone got married to someone with a body like yours’. 

You could feel Levi’s hand pulling you up by your neck, his other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you up against his chest. 

‘Maybe I need to change that? What if I put a baby in you? Let you walk around with a cute bump?’. 

You completely lost it when his digit rubbed small circles on your nub. 

‘Fuck, you like that, right? Could feel you clenching around me’, ‘M-more’, you whimpered, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach. ‘You got to stop taking your pill then’, Levi’s thrusts got sloppier, ‘It’s no use to breed my sweet, little wife if she’s on the pill’. 

You could feel yourself coming undone around his member at those words.

‘F-fuck’, you let yourself fall forward again, your legs too tired to keep you pressed against his toned chest. ‘G-good girl’, he clenched his jaw at the feeling of you clenching around him, ‘Let’s practice, okay? Going to fill you up, and you’re going to take in as much as possible. Don’t want to see anything going to waste, okay?’. ‘Hm’, you nodded, still high from your orgasm. 

---

‘So? What do you think?’, Levi’s hands were softly massaging your breasts while hot water was streaming over your naked body. ‘About what?’, you let your head fall back onto his shoulder. ‘About starting a family’, Levi stopped his movements, now holding you tightly against him, ‘I would love to see you walking around with a cute bump, carrying our baby’. 

You never thought Levi was serious about it. You just assumed it was some love-drunken sex talk. 

‘I’ve never thought about it’, you turned around, looking at the sparkling diamond around your finger, ‘But I want everything with you, Levi. Just like you said, I want the whole package’. ‘A-are were going to try then?’, Levi tried to hide his excitement, but he’d been dreaming about seeing you pregnant with his child. ‘Let’s try’, you smiled at him, softly brushing through his wet hair. 

Levi didn’t say anything, he couldn’t. So he just picked you up, nestling his head in the space between your neck and shoulder, hoping the water would mask his tears. You’d given him a life that was more than perfect, as if it was a dream. 

---

‘Y/N?’, Levi softly pushed open the door to his bathroom.  

His heart shattered at the sight of you crying on the ground, your legs pressed against your chest. 

‘Hey it’s okay, we’ll just keep trying’, he kneeled before you, cupping your cheeks. ‘We’ve been trying so long’, you sobbed, ‘I can’t give you what you want, there’s something wrong with me’. ‘Don’t say that’, Levi tried to sound strong, but he was worried too. ‘What kind of woman am I if I can’t even give you a family’, you pushed his hands away, getting up from the ground, ‘I’m worthless’. 

Levi wanted to comfort you, but when he tried to hold you back, you broke free from his grip and ran to the bedroom, closing the door behind you. 

‘Don’t do this’, Levi placed his hands on the door, ‘Don’t push me away like this’. ‘Leave me alone’, you placed your hands in your hair, back pressed against the door. ‘Y/N, I don’t know what you’re thinking, but even if we won’t be able to have a kid, I still want you. I won’t leave you, so don’t think for a second you’re not good enough because-‘. 

Levi stopped when he could hear you unlocking the door, signaling him he could come in. 

‘I want to have a family Levi’, you looked into his crescent-shaped eyes when he entered, ‘I want to see you holding our child, want to see you smile at me, telling me how much you love us, … ‘. ‘Ssh’, Levi tried to comfort you, pulling you in for a hug, ‘Let’s go to a doctor, okay? I’m worried about you’. ‘A-and what if we come to the conclusion I’m unable to have-‘. ‘Then we just continue to live a happy life, like we were doing’, he smiled while gently stroking your cheek, ‘As long as you’re by my side, as long as you are mine, I’m the happiest man alive Y/N’. 

---

‘Well, everything’s fine with your sperm’, the woman looked at Levi, ‘ So, if it’s okay I would like to run a test for you’, the doctor sweetly smiled at you. ‘Hm’, you lowered your eyes. ‘But it’s not the nicest feeling’, the doctor looked concerned at you, ‘It’s called a laparoscopy. We’ll be making a small incision in your abdomen to see if anything’s odd. It’s the only option since your ultrasound seemed normal’. 

You could feel Levi’s grip tightening on your leg, letting you know you didn’t have to do something like this if you didn’t want to.

‘Okay’, you replied, forcing a smile, ‘I need to know so’, you shrugged your shoulders, ‘I’m fine with it’. 

---

‘Are you sure?’, Levi had been pacing the entire evening, ‘I’m worried’. ‘I need to know’, you lowered your eyes, ‘It’ll be fine, it won’t be the first time someone-‘. 

You stopped your sentence. You didn’t want to be reminded of all the things Zeke’d done to you, nor did you want to remind your husband. 

‘I’ll be fine, now come to bed, please’, you softly smacked on the pillow next to you, ‘Let’s go to sleep’. 

--- 

‘Is there any way you’ve been in some kind of accident?’, the doctor lowered her eyes, ‘It seems like your uterus has some kind of trauma on the left side. It feels to me like you went through some traumatizing experiences…’. ‘W-what are you trying to say?’, you widened your eyes, already dreading the answer. ‘I’m sorry. Your body is unable to carry children’. 

Ever since those words, you went through a haze. You could hear Levi thanking the doctor, you could feel him guiding you to the car, telling you it didn’t matter, that he loved you… but you couldn’t answer. 

‘Y/N?’, Levi grabbed your wrist once you got home, ‘Talk to me’. 

No. 

You didn’t respond, you softly pulled away, locking you up in the bedroom again. You immediately laid down, completely covering yourself underneath the sheets, not even bothering with taking off your shoes. 

‘Fuck!’, you could hear Levi screaming from the kitchen. You never heard him scream before, an empty feeling filled up your chest. 

‘I’ll kill that piece of shit!’, you could hear Levi throwing with something, by the sound of it, probably a plate. 

Levi knew he needed to stay calm, but he was only human. He was so mad, so angry at Zeke for hurting you like that. He’d damaged you for life, even though he was behind bars, he still managed to make you sad, to hurt you in ways no one else could. He was mad that he still had that power over you. 

---

‘Good morning princess’, Levi placed a kiss on your cheek, ‘I’ve made you breakfast’. ‘Hm’, you replied coldly before turning your back towards him. ‘You got to eat’, he said softly while placing the tray of food on the ground, ‘You haven’t eaten anything since yesterday morning’. 

A couple of months passed, and Levi saw you spiraling into depression. You never smiled, you barely ate, you didn’t get out of bed… Levi had to force you to shower, to go outside with him. He felt so mad, so powerless. He wanted you to be happy, to feel alive, but that piece of shit still managed to make your life miserable. 

‘Let’s go to the park today’, he tried to sound happy, and excited, but you just pulled the sheets over your head, crawling into a little ball. ‘Y/N, please’, Levi clenched his jaw, ‘We can do whatever you want. ‘I want to be a mother’, you closed your eyes, trying to hold back tears, ‘I want to have a family’. ‘Y/N’, Levi gently placed his hand on your shoulder, ‘N-no, this isn’t fair!’, you angrily threw the sheets away, ‘What did I do wrong in my life to deserve this?’. You were standing next to the bed, looking at your husband. 

Levi never saw you like this, so mad, so hurt. He felt lost. 

‘Tell me Levi, what did I do wrong?’, ‘Nothing, you did nothing wrong’, Levi slowly walked towards you. ‘Then why’s this happening to me? I have so much love inside me, and I’ll never be able to give it to our child’. ‘Y/N, calm down, please’, ‘He took everything he could from me’, you closed your eyes, memories flashing before them. ‘Y/N?’, Levi’s voice sounded worried, he could see you were starting to hyperventilate. ‘I feel nothing anymore’, you cried out, your vision blurry, ‘I don’t feel angry, or happy, or even sad, I just feel empty’. ‘We’ll get through this’, Levi forced his arms around your back. He didn’t care that you were kicking him. pushing him away, telling him to leave you. Levi knew you needed him. 

‘You okay?’, Levi slowly pulled away when he could hear your sobs die down, ‘I-I’m fine’, you stumbled towards the bed, tired out from your outburst. 

Within seconds, you’d fallen asleep. Levi looked at you for a couple of minutes, after all, this was the only time you seemed at peace. 

‘I’m sorry’, he placed a soft kiss on your forehead, ‘But I have to do this’. 

---

Levi’s heart was beating out of his chest, hands shaking.

‘Inmate 546, there’s the visitor’, he could hear the guard talking to Zeke, pointing at Levi. 

Levi had arranged a meeting with Zeke. He used his status as a famous lawyer to meet Zeke in a private room. 

‘What’s this?’, Zeke smirked before sitting down at the opposite side of the table, ‘You’re already tired of her? You want to know how to make her shut her mouth?’. ‘Shut up’, Levi balled his fists. 

He didn’t even know what he wanted to accomplish by meeting this monster. He just knew he needed to talk to him, to speak his mind.

‘I usually just placed my hand around her throat until she passed out’, Zeke shrugged his shoulders. ‘Tch’, Levi could feel his emotions taking over, tiny drops of blood now falling onto the table at how hard his nails were digging into his skin. 

‘I tried to avoid her pretty face as much as possible, but at some point, that becomes impossible’, Zeke loved every second of this, ‘Have you hit her already? Addicting, isn’t it? She used to drive me crazy with her whimpers, especially when she begged me to stop. That’s when I loved to take her. God, I can feel myself getting hard at the thought-‘. ‘Shut up! Fucking piece of shit’. 

Levi lost control. He couldn’t think straight anymore.

---

‘No’, one of the guards held back his colleague. ‘B-but he’s beating him-‘. ‘He deserves it;’, ‘B-but’, the other tried to protest. ‘Believe me’, the other guard kept looking forward, ‘This guy’s a monster, he deserves this’. 

---

‘H-huh?’, Levi widened his eyes, looking at the blood that was dripping from his hands. ‘Shit, shit, shit’, he quickly got away from Zeke. ‘So this is what it feels like’, Zeke laughed, blood dripping from his mouth. 

Levi quickly opened the door, ready to face the consequences of his actions. 

‘Had a nice visit, sir?’, one of the guards looked at the blood on his suit, ‘We’ll take the inmate back to his cell. Have a nice day’. The guard nodded before signaling his colleague to follow him. 

Levi couldn’t believe what was happening, he couldn’t believe how lucky he was. He quickly headed back to his car. He needed to hold you, to tell you how much he loved you. 

--- 

‘L-levi?’, you felt scared at the sight of your husband covered in blood. ‘Sorry, thought you were sleeping’, Levi quickly walked to the kitchen sink, trying to wash away the mixture of Zeke’s and his own blood. ‘What happened?’, you rushed over to him, hands inspecting every part of his body, trying to see if he was hurt. ‘It’s nothing’, Levi smiled, ‘I’m going to take a shower, okay?’. ‘You went to see him, right?’, you said softly, a sad look in your eyes. 

Levi didn’t respond, but he knew that was enough to let you know what happened. He felt ashamed that he lost control, but he would do it all over again if he got the chance. 

---

A few weeks passed, and Levi could see some changes in your behavior. You now forced yourself to get up in the morning, to take a walk in the park, to shower by yourself… Even though these things seemed ‘normal’, they’d become strange to you, so seeing you do them by yourself meant the world to your husband. 

‘Huh?’, Levi widened his eyes when you stood naked before him, your hair still wet from the shower you just took. 

Without saying anything, you grabbed the book he was reading and placed it on his nightstand. 

‘Make me feel good’, you whispered while sliding under the covers with him, your hand softly stroking over the thin fabric of his boxers. 

Levi froze. It's been months since he felt your touch, your warmth. It’s not that he didn’t want to make love to you, he just didn’t want to force himself onto you. 

‘Touch me, please’, you softly whispered into his ear, ‘I need you to make me feel good’. 

You didn’t have to ask him twice. He was desperate for your touch.

‘O-okay’, Levi tried to stop himself from moaning, but he could come right here and right now just by you stroking your hand over his boxers. 

‘Does this feel nice?’, Levi asked while slowly pumping in and out of your entrance, unsure if you wanted him to have you or just make you come undone around his fingers. 

Nice? You couldn’t help but chuckle. You were going crazy. You needed this, him, his touch. You needed all of him. 

‘W-wait!’, Levi widened his eyes when you suddenly got on top of him, rubbing your slit over his boxers. ‘What?’, you moaned while smiling, already chasing your relief. ‘I-I’m going to come if you keep doing that’, Levi’s fingers were digging into your waist, trying to slow down your movements. ‘Then fuck me already’, you sloppily kissed him while pulling his boxers down a bit. ‘Fuck’, Levi never saw you taking control like this, he didn’t even know how much this would turn him on. 

Within 2 minutes, you were coming undone, his member hitting every right spot inside you. 

‘Y-Y/N’, Levi grunted out, ‘It’s okay’, you kissed him again, ‘You can come, you don’t have to feel bad baby’. 

That was all he needed to hear to paint your velvety walls white with his come. 

‘F-fuck’, he sighed while pulling you close, ‘That felt amazing’. ‘Hm’, you smiled, ‘Let’s go to the park tomorrow, maybe have a picnic?’. 

--- 

Even though it was normal for you to skip a couple of periods, you still bought a pregnancy test. You didn’t know why, you just had the feeling you needed to buy one. 

‘N-no’, you fell onto the ground, tears streaming down your cheek, ‘T-this can’t be’, you placed your hand in front of your mouth. 

‘Y/N? What’s wrong? Are you crying?’, Levi could hear your sobs coming from the bathroom. ‘Levi’, you looked up at your husband who was looking at you confused, ‘I’m pregnant’. ‘W-what?’, Levi’s heart dropped to his stomach. You couldn’t be, right? The doctor said that it was impossible. ‘Look’, you held out the pregnancy test, ‘I’ve done 3 already, they all came out positive’. 

Levi didn’t even try to hold back his tears. He didn’t care. 

You could feel Levi picking you up. You quickly wrapped your legs around his waist in response. The two of you didn’t say anything, instead, only soft sobs were exchanged. This was a miracle, the miracle you needed to happen. 

---

‘She’s beautiful’, Levi softly brushed through your hair, unable to keep his eyes from his daughter. She was so tiny, so fragile. ‘She’s perfect’, you looked at your husband, noticing how a soft tear was streaming down his cheek, ‘Want to hold her?’. ‘C-can I?’, Levi widened his eyes, looking at one of the nurses. ‘Of course’, the nurse giggled, ‘I know she seems tiny, but she’s one tough little girl’, she winked at Levi, knowing he was afraid to hurt her. 

Levi could never describe the feeling that rushed over him when he held his little girl for the first time. He was so thankful that you gave him this, this miracle. His life was as perfect as it could be with his 2 girls by his side. 

[dear-yandere]

OK hear me out about the 10 out of 11 harbingers sharing darling. For the sake of au we ignore Canon and signora and Scaramouche are here.

Pierro is so strict and expects absolute discipline from darling. He would keep them as close to him as possible and have the other harbingers keep an eye on darling. The tsarista has no complain and let's the harbingers have their way beacuse at the end of the day they're getting their jobs done. Pierro would grip darling so roughly and glare down anyone he deems a threat

Capitano is so possessive and protective. Anyone outside the harbingers even looking at darling is enough to make him rage. He's ten times bigger than darling and doesn't hesitate to have his way w them and manhandle them. Anyone trying to harm darling is brutally murdered.

Dottore is infatuated with darling, letting them sit through all experiments, even willing to experiment on darling with his clones. He does not love, or at least he thinks he doesn't but he believes he can love through darling. The harbingers twisted and deep version but love nonetheless. And if darling ever tries to leave them, well he has the perfect drugs to make sure they don't step outside the Palace.

Scaramouche is absolutely brutal. Hes rough and cold with darling yet equally jealous and possessive. All of them are, their obsession and possessiveness drowning darling but scara takes the crown. He would degrade them and be so rough but there's soft moments when he's back to being kuni and would lay his head on their lap.

Pantalone would literally a sugar daddy. He has enough money to buy all the riches and jewels darling lays their eyes on. Looked at a jewel for too long? All versions and colours are in their room an hour later. Hes the type to book out entire shops just for darling and shows his affections through acts of services. And the northland bank is everywhere so trying to escape him, escape them is absolutely impossible. He has enough money to bribe literally anyone and money can buy almost anything. It's so easy to erase the traces of any threat towards darling as he ruins the lives of all he deems a threat <3

Signora can be surprisingly gentle and soft. Unlike most of the harbingers she's experienced In love due to rostam. For that reason she's overprotective, always having her spies and agents trailing anf protecting darling. She would gift them a whole garden of roses and Mark them roughly. She would also sing to darling and practically worship them. But make her angry and she can immediately switch up. You dont wanna face her wrath...

Sandrone LOVES darling. She loves them so much she would love to turn them into her cute little puppet. Her giant robot is always watching darling like a hawk, offering not even an inch of privacy. Darling is always being followed and protected. Sandrone would dress darling up like a doll and do their makeup and hair. Darling is their little puppet and while Sandrone would never hurt them, she would absolutely treat them like a fragile doll, not allowing them to lift a finger.

Columbina is so clingy its like she has seperation anxiety. All of them do but she's the worst of them with her overbearing presence. Like signora she sings to darling so much even at night and it keeps darling in a trance. She would be the most affectionate of them all, showering darling in love. But God forbid she turns mean... She's absolutely terrifying when mad and darling wouldn't want to get on her bad side now would they?

Arlecchino is a control freak. She's paranoid and always worried that somehow darling will disappear, be it running away or someone taking them away. She makes darling spend time with the children of her orphange and falls deeper seeing darling with them. She needs absolutel control, wanting to know where darling is, whixh of darling's friends that haven't been eliminated yet they need to kill, their likes, dislikes, location, friends and family everything. She presents it to their secret harbinger meetingz where they all get to keep an eye on darling.

Childe admittedly the most sane of them is like a perfect lover. He showers darling in gifts, is affectionate and despite being equally possessive and protective like the rest, he can fake his smiles and emotions to lure darling in a safe place. He loves letting his family especially his siblings meet darling and he always is touching darling in some way. And just like the others his wrath is not one to face with, so it's best to play the safe card and pretend to the harbingers little toy.

Pulcinella and the Tsarista are not blind to the other harbingers obsession and infatuation with darling. But they don't exactly blame them after all darlinh is such a cute and precious thing. Besides they are a motivarion for them all and why should they complain when the rest get the jobs done.

Escaping them is impossible. The Fatui are powerful enough to control mondstadt from the shadows, have the northland bank in liyue and easily infiltrate the watatsumi soldiers and essentially start the vision hunt decrees. They have extremely powerful influence and diplomatic relations with all the other nations and their armys are the strongest and most advance. All nations turn a blind eye to darlings cry of help, they don't dare face the wrath of the fatuis strongest, the harbingers. Neither do the other immortals and archons for it does not concern them. After all they don't care as long as their nations are safe. It's impossible for darling to escape anywhere in teyvat because as Pierro once warned, if they escaped all the harbingers would turn Teyvat upside down and hunt darling down. Darling is trapped for life, there's just no escaping when your lovers are the strongest and scariest people on the whole continent. But oh if they do manage to escape, let's say they're back in snezhanya within three days from the way the harbingers flipped out and searched every corner like a madman, before darling is locked up in the winter Palace accompanied by two harbingers at all times and a thousand other safety measures. Any sense of privacy is gone, every part of darling belongs to the harbingers and harbingers alone.

kjdfgjdkgndg you summarized my thoughts perfectly 🥺 tysm nonnie ... eats this ..

[jjhallisey]

Sacred Bonds - Ch. 4

Pairings: John "Soap" MacTavish x fem!Reader

CW: mention of non-con

Word Count: 1,321

A/N: Chapter a day early because I finally finished it and wanted to get it out! I hope you all enjoy it, and I seriously am sorry for my awful interpretation of his Scottish accent.

Ch. 3 Ch. 5

"Mandatory leave, can you believe it?" You say, anger tinging your voice. "I deserve to be out there fighting with you guys, not sitting back here in Scotland with my hand up my arse."

"I ken darlin'," Johnny's voice crackles through the phone. "But I kind o' agree wi' Price on 'is one. Ye need eh break, an seeing eh psychiatrist is good fo' ye." 

"She's a royal pain in my arse, Johnny. Emotions this, trauma that. She won't let me deal with my shit in the way I need to deal with it. Which is being out there with you guys." 

"Look, I get ye're feeling left oot, I dae. Especially since we're goin' after König 'is next mission, but ye need tae at least try," Johnny pleads, though it falls on deaf ears.

"Wait, what? You guys are going after König?" You exclaim. "No, you can't! Not you, he's looking for you Johnny. Why is Price letting you go if I can't?" 

For a moment it feels as though your world has stopped. Every possible worst case scenario running through your head. What if Johnny doesn't come back? It would break you, knowing that you could have been there to prevent it, had you not been put on this stupid mandatory leave by Price. Quickly though, you're snapped out of your thoughts as Johnny begins to talk again.

"Am goin' because we need as many men as possible oan 'is, darlin'. I ken there's a risk, and I promise ye 'at I will dae my best tae come home tae ye," There was an edge to Johnny's voice - as if he knew this was essentially a suicide mission for him. Though you knew he was thoroughly sincere in promising he would try to come home to you. A small pang of guilt filled your chest at those words - you should be there fighting beside him. You always were, and now you wouldn't be.

You rolled over onto your back, letting the comfort of Johnny's bed envelop you, hoping it would help quell your boiling emotions. Since you arrived home, you had slept in his bed every night, in fact, any time you weren't out of the apartment, you were in his bed. Even to the point where you moved the television from the living room to his bedroom. Some might say it's depression, but to you, you were just finding comfort in the one thing that could calm you regardless of your emotions - Johnny.

"I'm going to call Price. I need to be there Johnny. If something happened to you, I would blame myself." You finally respond after a few moments of silence. Tears began to prick at your eyes as the risk of this mission finally settled onto you.

"Darlin' I can't stop ye, but just ken 'at it's safer fo' everyone if ye stay home." Johnny says, letting out a soft sigh of defeat. 

"I love you, and I miss you. So so much." You huff out, blinking back the tears before they can fall down your cheeks.

"I love ye n'all, darlin'. I miss ye beyond belief, it's no' eh same without ye here. But ye need to heal. A'll talk tae ye later, okay?" Johnny responds, knowing he can't stop you from making the call to Price. 

"Alright, call me before you leave for the mission please," 

"I will," 

The gentle click of the call ending causes you to let out a deep sigh you didn't even know you were holding in. You pulled your phone away from your ear and sat up, scrolling your contacts until you found Price's. Your fingers lingered over the dial button, wondering if you should even call him. Though, your determination to get back into the field won. You needed to be on this mission with Johnny, and you had to convince Price of that too. 

Not long after hitting the dial button, the line picks up.

"Hey, how are you doing kid?" Price's voice rings through the phone.

"Good, I guess." You mumble, letting out a quiet sigh. "However, I just got off of the phone with Johnny."

"He told you we're going after König, didn't he?" The disappointment in Price's voice seeped through the phone, as if Johnny wasn't supposed to tell you in the first place. 

"Yes! I should be there for it captain, really. It's not fair."

"Life's not fair kid. You need to take the time to heal, to properly cope with what happened."

"But going on the mission with you guys would help me heal."

"No, it wouldn't. You know that better than I do kid. Seeing the man who tortured you, who raped you, that wouldn't help you heal." 

"Seeing him brought in bound by cuffs sure would."

An audible sigh escaped Price. You had always been hard headed. Feisty was the term Price liked to use when 141 was joking around as a group. "I'm not changing my mind kid, I can promise you that."

"Fine," you grumble. "Just... try and make sure Johnny comes home to me please."

"You know I'll try my best kid, but I can't make any promises."

"Promises get you killed," you drone in response. It was something both Price and Ghost had drilled into your head. Promising someone you would come home - bringing that emotional stress onto the battlefield, it burdens you. 

A burden that can get you killed. A burden that could make you spill secrets if captured in enemy hands. A burden that neither you nor Johnny carried, until today. 

"Glad you understand, kid." Price replies. "We'll talk later, once you're cleared to come back." 

With that, the line goes dead. You fall back onto the bed, letting out a heavy sigh. You spent the rest of the night staring at the ceiling until you fell asleep.

- - -

It had been a few months since you last heard from any of the boys. Though, that was expected, Johnny told you it was going to be a long mission. König was good at hiding, and even better at fighting if he was about to get caught. Though, today, the ringing of your phone pulled you out of your sleep. Groggily, you rolled over and picked up your phone off the nightstand. It took your eyes a minute to adjust to the bright screen, but you saw it was Simon. You didn't hesitate to press answer, bringing the phone to your ear.

"Ghost?" You croak out, your voice hoarse and your mouth feeling like cotton.

"Johnny's MIA," a shaky voice says from the other end of the phone. There wasn't the familiar muffle from his mask, it wasn't Ghost making this call, it was Simon.

"What do you mean Johnny's MIA?" You question, your heart beginning to pound against your chest. 

"We were pinned down in a fire fight with KorTac. Price and Johnny got hit. We were able to get Price out, but Johnny..." Simon trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence himself.

"They got Johnny." You finish instead, your voice wavering as tears began to prick at your eyes.

There was a silence of understanding between the two of you. It felt like your whole world was being ripped apart. Like your heart was being ripped from your chest at that very moment. The weight that crushed down on you was like a boulder, rolling across your entire body until you felt like you couldn't move. You couldn't blink back the tears, you couldn't even attempt to contain them as they began to pour down your cheeks. 

"When am I picking you up from the airport?" Simon asks quietly. 

You take a moment to respond, trying to sniffle back the sobs you wanted to let out. "I'll be on the first flight available. I'll text you when I know an exact time." Your voice was barely audible before you hung up the phone.

[endlessnightlock]

For your consideration...

So I’m actively editing/reworking my story Home Is Wherever I Am With You into an original, and I thought I’d post some pieces of it here. Feel free to tell me what you think or give me feedback, I’m doing this on my own so I would appreciate it! I think with the edits I’ve made to the story it reads smoother/better than the fanfic version. 

Appalachian Coal Mining Country, Early 1930′s

"Katie!" 

Looking up from the path she takes home from the village, Katie is surprised to see Matthew Sullivan calling her name, flagging her down. It’s odd.

They were in the same grade in school but weren’t friends. Matthew is a townie, his family running a small shop on the corner closest to the mine entrance where they sell things like meat pies and coarse loaves of bread to the men on their way to and from their long shifts. 

Katie hails from the Huddle where the miners live. Her father was a miner. He’s been gone three years now, and somehow, she hasn’t been thrown out of the house yet. There aren’t as many men needed in the mines nowadays, with lower production quotas. She thinks maybe the mining company’s forgotten she and her younger sister Aster are alone now. 

The only interactions she has with Matthew Sullivan are the every other day sales or trades she makes with his father; he’s her best customer. Katie supports her and Aster by foraging in the hills for herbs, mushrooms, and wild onions. Any edible, palatable thing she comes across, there are lots of them if you know where to look. Katie hunts and traps for meat as well, and the Sullivans are her best customers.

Katie hesitates, unsure why Matthew stopped her. He takes that as a go-ahead to approach, trotting to catch up. He stops in front of her, rolling his shirtsleeves down his arms like he’s finished working for the day and is trying to make himself look presentable. "How are you?' Matthew asks, smiling at her.

Katie Bowe is not a small woman by any stretch of the imagination. She’s as tall and strong as most men. Matthew Sullivan, however, is one of the few she has to look up to at close range. She’s not sure she likes that. Makes her feel at a disadvantage. She likes knowing she can hold her own if necessary.

But Matthew isn’t someone to fear. Sort of a gentle giant.

And he’s patient, waiting for Katie to take her time, seemingly in no hurry to continue. She shrugs and looks away. Why on earth is he talking to her in the first place? They aren't friends.

 "I’m fine," Katie manages, glancing over Matthew’s shoulder before looking back at him. He's nervous about speaking with her, she realizes. That makes her uneasy, but no longer because of his size. It’s just that she’s not great at coming up with the right thing to say. Folks from town so rarely want to speak with her. They look at her like she’s some wild animal they don’t know what to do with. 

"Did your father need something?" she asks. It's the only reason she thinks Matthew would follow her out the bakery door. 

 His face lights up in delight. "I wasn’t sure you knew who I was. We never speak when you come to sell to us."

 Katie gives him an incredulous look. What is wrong with him? Is he some sort of idiot? She wonders if Matthew could have been kicked in the head by a mule like the oldest Hawthorne boy was last year. He seemed bright enough while they were in school, but his current behavior calls that into question.

 Katie snorts. "Of course, I know you. I should be surprised you me, if anything. What did your daddy want?" She repeats, folding her arms over her chest, growing impatient. Why won't he tell her what he needs? And why is he acting so weird?

 His face is red now, and he scratches the back of his head. "No, Daddy doesn't need anything else." He gives her a pained expression before seeming to gather his resolve. "The thing is, Katie, I'm done with work for the day, and I wanted to know if I could walk you home."

 "Huh?" Katie was stupified.

Why would Matthew think she needed somebody to walk her home? It wasn’t anywhere near dark, and in the pocket of the slacks she wears is a long, sharp knife. It’s a known fact Katie Bowe can take care of herself. Sure, he's bigger than her and a lot stronger. She eyes his physique, remembering times she watched him haul heavy supplies from the train depot across the street from the Sullivan’s shop. He never even looked winded. 

"I don't need anyone to walk me home." She says.

Matthew grows redder by the moment.

 An idea smacks her between the eyes. 

Oh. 

Katie examines Matthew closely, searching his face for an answer. What she suspects doesn’t seem possible. It’s certainly improbable. He acts like he’s interested in her.

Why would someone like Matthew be interested in her? Strong, handsome Matthew Sullivan shouldn’t be interested in fatherless, motherless, dirt-poor Katie Bowe. 

[chaoscrawls]

@nexarerum Continued from Here

This was something she had no control over she found, just like that night when it first happened. Of course, there were not many cases where it was to this extreme. She found she had to be pushed to the edge, where her stress or rather her anxiety and paranoia was eating at her. No, she couldn’t continue to cry here, but before she snapped out of it, she heard footsteps. Once hazel hues were a vibrant emerald, just glowing in the piercing darkness they shared within the confinements of this alley. It was that man from earlier, if one could call him that. Everything in her body was screaming again, even the bloodied phantasms looked as if they were about to coil around “him”. It was as if they were whispering to get rid of any witnesses but they stopped suddenly as if afraid to press any further.

Eyes trembled in their sockets, slowly following their hand upon her face. If they were trying to be gentle, it wasn’t really working, no if anything, it was more unsettling how calm they were. The witch jerked suddenly, pushing herself from them, the handkerchief falling into the puddle of blood between them. Her breaths only continued to come out in heaves, faster and faster. The poor thing was still trying to control herself, yet the odd thing was her shadows didn’t touch him, they recoiled as if they were afraid of them.

“…W-Who are you—what do you want?” The witch whimpered; more hot tears rolled down her freckled countenance. Her sobs slowly came to a stop, but her words still shook. Still, her body was reacting to them, and her head was throbbing like something was about to pierce her skull completely. Now this was a feeling she hadn’t had before. Did she overexert herself in this murder or was their presence causing this. Her eyes struggled to stay open. “Why a-are… you h-here…?”

The moment she starts questioning them, the muscles in their jaw begin working. Her disobedience caused them to shift, shoes scraping the edge of her shadows and falsing them back toward her. At least she had stopped crying, that was something.

"You don't want to know who I am."

They extend a finger and run it along the concrete and into the darkness that freezes at their approach. The digit comes away with a smoky aura that clings to the faux mortal flesh. Watching it for a mere moment before snatching up the now-dirtied handkerchief, and slipping it into a pocket.

"Though part of you already seems to know...Doesn't it?"

All of a sudden her wrist is snatched up in their hand. Nails dug into the surface of her flesh, threatening to bring forth blood. A sharp tug drags her to her feet, the distance between them. Crimson liquid splashing up their legs, splattering the pair's shoes. It's clear now that any attempt of being soft with her was gone, now they wanted her conformity in whatever way they could.

"We're going back now. Do you understand me? We're not speaking about this here. So tell me, which way is it to your home?"

Their grip is like a vice growing increasingly tighter around her, bones shifting under the pressure. It doesn't take much for their bodies to be pressed against each other and for the deity to strong-arm her along toward the other end of the alley. Yet, the moment they see the light of day and remember there is potential for someone to see the pair they do loosen their grasp slightly, enough that if she wanted to break free she could..

[countrymusiclover]

11 - We Can Live Normally

Part 12

She's Human or Weapon

Tags - @tyrionsprincess30 @groovy-lady @logolepsic-insomniac @bigbendyhorns @the-big-bad-klaus

10 years ago

Rolling over in the bed I searched Charles's side of the bed only to find it empty instead of feeling Charles laying sound asleep like he normally would. Running a hand through my hair I hear the bedroom door open but I must be dreaming at what I see before me. Thr wooden floor doesn't creak as loud as it would with the wheelchair. Sitting up with my head against the headboard my mouth hangs opened in shock. He leans in the doorway clearly trying not to stumble to the ground but that's not what makes me think I'm going crazy. It's the fact that Charles's is walking - actually walking instead of being stuck in his wheelchair. The doctors told him that he would never walk again since the bullet hit his spine. "Good morning, love. Did you sleep well?" He asked without any mention of the current situation. Rubbing my eyes a couple times I still don't register that this isn't a dream until he walks over and sits down at the foot of the bed just flashing a pure grin.

"Charles I - hi - how did you - are we just gonna act like this isn't crazy." I throw my hands out in front of me still struggling to understand how this is actually happening. He reaches for my hand intertwining it with mine kissing my palm. This would be the time of the morning routine where he would say sweet nothings in my mind. Giving me kisses until Hank came in with his wheelchair, but none of that has happened yet which is freaking me out. "Aurora, are you alright?" He asked vocally while I think in my head instead not understanding why he doesn't use his power. "No I'm not alright. I don't understand how you're walking!" He just blanky stares at me where I snapped my fingers realizing the truth. "You don't have your powers anymore do you?" He shakes his head squeezing my hand still intertwined with mine. "Hank made a serum, that allows me to walk..." Raising a hand over my mouth I moved it to rest against his cheek watching him lean in, weakness in his once bright blue eyes. The hope that was once there now gone because most of the parents left taking their kids. The school was opened but things happened where we couldn't help kids as easily as we thought. It broke who Charles used to be, where he struggled to sleep through the night.

He gets up crawling on his knees cupping my face in his hands recreating the grin he was sporting when he greeted me. My eyes locked onto his and I played with the collar of his shirt feeling my heart beating faster in excitement and awe. If he was telling the truth then Raven's blood in the serum works. Or at least it would have if Charles could still walk normally. "Aurora, lisen to me. We can have everything we talked about, marriage, kids, all of it right now. I just have to keep doing the doses everyday and it will be like that bullet never hit me. I can be the man that you deserve...that you could love." He blurted out catching his breath afterwards waiting for my response. Reaching up I brush his hair back that he had started letting grow out, resting my forehead against his I whispered. "Charles, this - you can't be yourself without your powers..." He throws his head back giving me puppy dog eyes begging with planting kisses on my face. "Rora, if you're nervous about the pain I'll be as gentle as I can. I won't ever hurt you, I promise." He's referring to when I told him last year that I hadn't ever slept with anyone. He knew my nerves but I think I'm falling in love with him and I wouldn't want it to be anymore else but him to be my first.

"Charles baby, I'm happy that you can walk again - but you sacrificed - are you absolutely sure you'd want a child with someone like me?" I trailed off until he crashed his lips onto mine cradling my face in his hands gently. Without really thinking I wrapped my arms around his neck kissing back. He breaks the kiss where we're both panting heavily. "I'd be an idiot if I said you weren't the one for me. The woman that has a dark past but cares about helping people just as much as I did. Someone who chose to stay by my side when I lost my legs. Aurora Deerfield, I love you. I'll wait until we're married - I'll get down on one knee and propose with your mother's necklace if you so wish. I don't care what I have to do to show you but know that I love you." I don't give him a second to say anything more instead pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt where I rolled us over so I'm ontop never breaking the kiss. "Charles Xavier, I love you too. I - I would say let's wait until marriage but - I don't want to wait any longer. Shaw's dead so I don't have anymore fears. So I want you to be my first, because I love you." He rests his hands on my hips suddenly flipping us over so I'm on my back once again causing me to gasp when he slowly kissed me more passionate than we ever had before.

Clutching the fabric of his shirt in my hands I enjoyed the kiss so much that I almost didn't want to break for air but sadly we're still human beings. Breaking it he ran his fingers through his hair sitting up a on the side of the bed. Waving my hand I quickly shut the door still laying in the bed and locking it so Hank doesn't walk in. Because that would be an awkward conversation we would never hear the end of considering we're the only three people that live in this huge house anymore. Finally catching my breath I touched his arm making him look down at me. "Charles, I want you." He smiled leaning down kissing me slowly moving his left hand under my shirt and the other running into my hair. Wrapping one arm around his neck I deepened the kiss. Allowing my fingers on my other hand to twist his hair when we get into a much deeper kiss. He broke the kiss helping me pull my shirt over my head and discarding his own somewhere across the room. "I want you too, Aurora. Just tell me if you want me to stop at anytime." He spoke in a soft warning looking for any hesitation on my face, but finding none so I lean up on my elbows giving him a long kiss. "Never stop, Charles. Like you said we can be normal people now. So kiss me please." The professor didn't have to be told twice because next thing I knew he gives me another passionate kiss where we ended up buried in the covers not pulling apart until we were both tired. "I love you, Rora." He kisses my forehead while I lay my head on his bare chest enjoying the moment. "I love you, Charles."

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[vampireninjabunnies-blog]

Bumblebee

Another WIP scene because I can't quite connect the pieces yet. @redreart

John Seed x Esther

Esther stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her to find John looking out the window at the sunset. Only half dressed and seemingly lost in thought.

"Somethin on your mind hummingbird?" She cocked her head to one side as he turned to her. He grinned as he ran his eyes over her.

"No not really. Just work for the project."

She walked over to him, her hips swaying in a way he deeply appreciated.

"That one's new. I haven't seen it before." She lightly ran her delicate fingers over a tattoo of a hummingbird on the left side of his chest right near his heart.

His cheeks flushed slightly, a little embarrassed that she'd seen it. He'd gotten it while she still lived in Atlanta. Having missed her terribly every time he'd left her to return here.

"It...um. It reminded me of you. When I was away." He spoke softly. As though he expected her to mock him for being foolishly sentimental.

"So it's not a project tattoo?" She looked up at him, leaning closer, tracing the lines of the hummingbird.

The corners of his mouth twitch a brief smile. "No. This one's just for me."

"Oh, a secret. I didn't think you were allowed to have those."

"Joseph doesn't need to know everything." His hand trailing up her arm.

She pulled away from him. "You do them yourself right?"

"Mostly, except when placement would make it too challenging."

She sat on the bed beckoning him to join her. He was curious as he sat. Boldly running his hand up her bare thigh. Her skin was soft as silk. She didn't stop him when he reached under the towel making light circles along her hip. He didn't like when she teased him. A bad habit of hers that he intended to break her of, when she was finally ready.

Her body seemed to flush. He wouldn't go any further than she wanted. She knew that. Still she sometimes wondered if his patience would wane and he'd grow bored of her. She looked at him through her long lashes, biting her lip. His pupils were blown, his breath still as he stared down at her thigh. His eyes following the trail his hand had made. Waiting to see where this was going.

"Give me one." She whispered.

His eyes shot up to meet hers. "What?"

She placed her hand over his,where it rested on her hip. Guiding it closer to the junction between her thighs.

"Here. Give me one right here."

Shocked by her sudden forwardness, he cleared his throat. Trying desperately to ignore the throbbing of cock and focus on her request.

"It'll hurt. Especially there. It's sensitive."

"I know but I still want you to."

She ran her hand through his hair. He licked his lips swallowing back the deep groan building in his throat.

"W...what did you have in mind?"

She leaned close to him, her lips brushing the shell of his ear, her warm breath sending shivers down his spine.

"You're the only one who's going to see it. It's your claim to stake, so you decide how to mark me John." She purred, nipping at his ear. "Please."

He stood, pulling away. "Wait here." He strode quickly through the door.

She waited impatiently. Squirming at the growing heat in her core. She jumped a little, startled when he finally returned.

"Are you sure?" He asked,preparing the tattoo gun. "You can say no."

She nodded her head, the freckles dappling her skin highlighted by the deepening flush of arousal. He sat down on the bed, gently laying her down.

"I'll be as gentle as I can but try not to move."

Shifting the towel out his way he began to tattoo her tender flesh. Trying not to let the heady scent of her distract him. It suddenly crossed his mind to pause his task and taste her. To see if she tasted as sweet as she smelled. He glanced up at her as he worked. She was doing her best not to move, though he knew it hurt. He was done fairly quickly, having chosen to give her something small.

A bee and his initials. For HIS buzzy little bumblebee.

He placed a gentle kiss on the fresh mark before dressing it. Looking up at her again, he lightly ran his fingers over her folds. Finding her wet and making her jolt. He ignored his own aching need and moved to lay down beside her. Pulling her close to simply hold her.

She whined in protest when he stopped her hand as she tugged at his waist band. Knowing full well that this was the most intimate thing she'd ever done with anyone. Not wanting to get caught up in the moment, take things too far and risk having her regret it.

"Not a good idea. That's going to be sore for a few days."

She sighed relenting. Closing her eyes and snuggling into him. He pulled the covers over them and ran his fingers through her hair. as she relaxed and drifted off. Content to listen to her soft breathing until he drifted off himself.