#but you also get to see her go against almost every instinct to run away but ultimately can't because of her love for him

[cerealbishh]

"(You get to see) her understanding of how things really are. And so that becomes much more present on the surface. (...) In this season, we get to see her fall deeper in love with him but also navigate those challenges. And also becoming an anchor for Rhett but also struggling with his decision, 'Is this what I want for my future as well, as much as I love this man?'." - Isa in an interview with The Knockturnal(x)

[ghostlynachopanda]

Marks

a/n: Grammarly surprisingly liked this one but I didn’t read so lmk if grammarly is wrong. Also I’m tired :) here’s this one pals

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x reader

words: 1.4k

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It was an accident. Wednesday didn’t mean for it to happen — but she couldn't help how much she enjoyed it. If anyone asked, she'd say you were completely at fault. After all, there was no one to blame but you.

Every time you moved to make contact she had to meet you in the middle. Lacing your fingers together, leaning into one another, and gently brushing of thighs from sitting so close. Why she did that was simple; Wednesday cherished any physical contact with you; as small as it may be.

Naturally, whenever you leaned in to kiss her she did the same. She couldn't help herself, not when you were alone. The feeling of your lips brushing against hers is incomparable. The feeling of your hands on her was something she wouldn't hesitate to kill for.

Wednesday thought being close to you would be enough — touching you as she pleased. But it wasn't. It never was when her feeble-minded classmates still tried to take you away from her. She'd blame you for being so utterly addicting.

After witnessing her imbecilic classmates try their hand at you, she couldn't stop herself — not that she tried. She dragged you to her dorm after class, pushing you onto her bed before kissing you. She kissed you with more force than she dared in the past. Aiming to take your breath away, to show you she's superior to any of them.

When she pulled away and looked at you, her breath was forced from her chest. Your chest was heaving, your lips were unnaturally red and swollen, and your cheeks were dark. The sight made something warm sprout in her chest.

The realization she did that dawned on her. You look beautiful. Instinctively, she crawled into your lap she smashed her lips against yours. She wanted to see just how disheveled you would get for her — because of her.

Wednesday let her lips wander this time. Paying special attention to your neck, cognizant of any sounds you were making. Your head rolled back, putting your hands on her hips to keep her close. Both of you got trapped in the heat of the moment. Letting yourselves feel each other.

She was so enthralled by you that she missed the sound of keys and the door opening.

A loud yelp caused both of you to whip your heads toward the sound. Both of you look up just in time to see Enid running back out the door. Wednesday made a mental note to kill Enid for ruining the atmosphere. You leaned back, throwing your arms over your face to hide the growing embarrassment.

Wednesday turned back to look at you. Seeing your cheeks red for a completely different reason made her crack a small amused smile. She opened her mouth to mock you when her eyes made their way to the rest of you. Your neck is now painted in numerous colors, and your clothes askew showing off some of your collarbone.

Wednesday's mouth snapped shut and her eyes widened in the realization of just how much Enid saw. Yes, she was going to hunt her down. She moved with the intent to kill her roommate when she gets her hands on her. You stopped her before she could get far.

You wore a humorous smile and shook your head at her, "You can get her tomorrow. I'm sure she'd be impossible to find right now,"

"Are you doubting my skills?" Wednesday asked, eyes narrowing at the implication.

"No, of course not. I trust you'd be able to find her no matter the situation-" you tried to explain.

"Good, then I'm going," she said.

You stopped her from moving again, this time by grabbing her wrist. You thought for a moment, wondering what the best course of action is. Sure, you wanted to protect Enid but the desire to keep Wednesday close was greater.

"Why don't we get washed up and go to sleep. It's almost curfew. I really don’t want to get caught trying to sneak back in again," you proposed sheepishly.

Wednesday looked at you for a moment, thinking about what you had just said. Enid would most likely get caught by someone monitoring the halls. However, she wanted to do the torturing and punish herself. But she'd be damned if she missed the chance to fall asleep next to you.

Wednesday sighed, "Fine, tell Enid she better sleep with one eye open."

"Sure thing," you replied easily. Watching her move to grab you some comfortable clothes. You let your thoughts meander, thinking about how to apologize to Enid but also keep her from Wednesday's wrath.

The rest of the night went by in a blur. The nightly routine Wednesday shared with you was engraved into both of your minds. Soon, you both found yourselves in bed together, ready to fall asleep. You could feel your eyes start to get heavy when Wednesday broke the silence,

"You look lovely," she whispered to herself. You let a small smile ghost over your face while falling asleep. Wednesday followed shortly after, thinking about how the next day will go.

---

When Wednesday woke up the next morning, she was greeted with the sight of your sleeping face. A sight that never failed to make a pleasant feeling flow through her. The next thing she saw was the bruises on your neck. The thought of her moronic classmates seeing them made a mischievous smirk ghost over her lips.

She woke you up a little earlier than necessary, knowing you’d make the trek back to your dorm in her clothes. She watched you leave before starting to get ready herself, noting Enid had yet to come back.

It only took 17 minutes for you to come rushing back into her dorm.

"Wednesday! What is this?!" you asked pointing to your neck, embarrassment laced in your tone.

"I'm not sure what you're referring to," Wednesday responded evenly, not turning to look at you. She always loved teasing you.

"Wednesday.." you whined childishly, dropping your hand to your side.

She glanced at you over her shoulder. Seeing your embarrassed expression made her refrain from smirking. She made an obvious display of looking you over before asking,

"Are you talking about the bruises on your neck?"

"Yes!" you exclaimed loudly.

"Those are commonly called hickeys. They are formed by blood rushing to the-"

"Stop, stop, stop! I know what they are! How am I supposed to walk around like this?" you asked, voice getting quieter with every word.

Wednesday turned to fully face you, raising an eyebrow. "Like you do every day. You seemed to have gotten here just fine-"

"Wednesday.." you whined again, "That's not what I mean,"

She tilted her head and raised an eyebrow. You exasperatedly sigh and send her a pointed look. Just as you're about to open your mouth the door swings open to reveal Enid.

The blonde eyes you carefully before her eyes move to Wednesday — who is sending her the deadliest glare to date.

"Perfect timing!" you exclaim, "Enid, help me out with-"

Enid turns sharply and yelled, "No, thanks! I choose life!"

When the door slams shut you drop your head defeatedly. You're already slightly tired from all the adrenaline that poured through you in the last 30 minutes. You turn and narrow your eyes on Wednesday.

"I did nothing wrong," she states.

"Just give me one of your jackets so I can go get breakfast," you replied tiredly.

Wednesday turns and walks to her closet. She can't help the small victory smile that breaks out on her face. She rummages through her jackets before finding one that would fit you. She walks back slowly, enjoying watching you squirm. When she holds it out, you snatch it up.

"Geez, if you're going to do it then at least do it in places that aren't visible. It looks like I got attacked by a vampire or something," you mumbled angrily, shrugging on the jacket.

"Are you saying I can leave more?" she asked in her deadpan voice. You know she's teasing you despite her tone.

You look at her while moving the hood to cover your neck, "No, you lost your privileges until further notice." you said with finality.

Wednesday's eyes widen, and she watches you walk to the door. She walks quickly to catch up, "Wait, that might be too cruel." she murmured.

"You reap what you sow, Wednesday"

"You look great wearing my marks. It's your fault," she said, hoping to decrease the punishment.

part 2

I think this one stinks so do NOT let me cook

tags: @alexkolax @rainbow-love4ever @o638 @tundra1029 @greyscxle-is-taken @the-lazy-turtle

[beneathashadytree]

Other ask lol This is a bit spoiler-y in regards to Rafayel's lore.

Rafayel's Your Fragrance card is visually stunning and quite sexy, but when the scent of the perfume is described, it sounded exactly like the potion he had witch MC make him.

And his reaction as he's sniffing MCs wrist actually breaks my heart. Who do you think he meant when he said "is this how they're trying to trap me?" (Not verbatim, I can't remember the exact words)

Spoiler alert!!!

I’m honestly pretty insane about Rafayel’s myths and past, even though there’s a vague “missing” period of his life with little info to go off of, so I’ve thought about this often, actually. I have all of Rafayel’s cards so far, and what I’ve put together so far is this: MC was—at some point—forced to collude with someone against Rafayel. Not of their own will, but still, it happened. Rafayel, having already been smitten by them, is PRECISELY the kind of person to let himself get caught despite his own instincts telling him to run away. However, getting caught = getting hurt, and it was inevitable despite his love for them. The potion is reminiscent of both his first love and his first betrayal, and he can’t exactly tell those two apart—because damn it, does he love them, but he’s doomed to death if he stays.

Also, another thing is that in his first myths, Rafayel is promised to MC as an almost-slave. He’s essentially her toy, and as a princess she has every right to destroy him should she wish to. It’s a horrifyingly cruel concept, but it’s very much true. Being “tied up” or “trapped” is a very recurrent theme in Rafayel’s lore, and it’s exactly BECAUSE he knows just how willingly he would go along with it and how he’d absolutely risk it all just to see/be with MC. Through it all, he still has the instincts of a fighter and a God. It’s a battle between nature vs. desire. It’s tragic, and it means that his reservations can never fully go away, and that he’s always naturally weak for the MC, but it’s also the only way he’s ever known how to love, and he’ll throw himself into it.

[rowaelinsdaughter]

can i request a fic with fenrys where reader is super protective of him, especially after they’re freshly mated bc faes are protective and territorial. Imagine some general in doranelle says something about him being enslaved to maeves bedroom, fenrys gets sad snd disgusted with himself and reader literally jumps on the general and almost kills him bc she’s so protective and hates seeing fen in any kind of pain

author note: omg, I LOVED THIS!!!! fenrys is one of my fav tog characters and i love him. thank u so much for requesting this <33, i've changed a few things, and I hope it doesn't matter

𝕴 𝖘𝖊𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖉 ( 𝕱𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖞𝖘 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗)

WARNINGS: PTSD, d@ggers, blood, angst and fluff, SPOILERS THRONE OF GLASS

You met Fenrys in Skull Bay.

Being the only two female assassins trained by Arobynn, you decided to form an alliance that became friendship. Thanks to a spell from before magic left, you were able to hide your fae features.

You knew Aelin's secret back then, and you swore to take it to the grave with you.

When he was in Endovier, you did everything you could to repay the debt to Arobynn. In the end, paid every single coin. After the tests to be the king's assassin, the trip to Wendlyn and the destruction of the crystal castle, you followed her and supported her through everything. What brought you to the Bay. Where you met Fenrys.

While Aelin and the others were in Rolfe's office, you stayed outside with Fenrys and Gavriel, this one trying to ignore your flirtations. You felt attracted to him. As if a thread came out of your heart, traveling through the universe until it reached it. But you didn't tell him, and after the fateful day on the beach and the war, the two of you decided to wait for each other, because you knew that the loss of one or the other would kill you.

It had been a month since the war ended and the bond was still fresh.

The constant desire to be together, the sleepless nights, were constant.

You knew everything he had been through and that only made your instincts activate in the face of any danger, like now.

Terrasen and Wendlyn still had their tensions, and right now the emissaries of the two nations were meeting in the meeting room of Orynth Castle.

Everyone knew the Cadre and envy and disgust appeared on each of their faces when they looked at Fenrys.

Sitting next to him and holding hands under the table, you tried to calm him down by caressing his hand and sending love through the bow.

Until…

“I'm surprised to see you here Fenrys, tell me, are you warming the bed of the queen of Terrasen now?”

There was silence, every muscle in your body tenses and you only see red.

You notice the sadness and shame in your mate’s features and that is the trigger.

One moment you were at his side and the next you were on top of the emissary with a dagger at his neck.

Your knee digs into his chest and with your other foot you immobilize his hand. You get close to his face and loudly so that everyone can hear you, you say:

“Listen to me very well because I'm not going to repeat it twice.” A trickle of blood runs down his neck thanks to the pressure you exert. “I'm not going to allow you to talk like that about MY mate, so think twice, because next time I'll kill you, understand?”

Arms lift you up and, thanks to Fenrys' powers, in the blink of an eye you are in your room.

His hands cup your face and he pulls you closer to rest his forehead against yours.

You sigh, closing your eyes, relaxing thanks to his presence. Your hands also rest on his cheeks, wiping away the tears that are now running down his cheeks.

You open your eyes and Fenrys was already looking at you with so much adoration and love that your eyes filled with tears.

“I don't know what I did to deserve you, but every day I thank destiny for having found you.”

Unable to hold on and with your heart pounding at his words, you kiss him, transmitting all your love.

Fenrys had been through too much and you weren't going to let anyone or anything hurt him.

𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 ©𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚 / 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌. 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆.

[elvisabutler]

patience

fandom: austin butler rating: m pairing: austin butler x implied older female reader word count: 1384 warnings: heavy use of ma'am and baby boy. sub austin. needy austin. dom reader. public play. minor bit of come eating. future implied oral ( female receiving ). handjob. implications of threesomes. author’s note: welcome to day 11 of ally’s wet hot smut summer, public with austin butler x older female reader. fun fact! i forgot i had put someone down for this until i went through the tag one day. but i'm a woman of my word promise even for you wil anon, so here we go with the third public play fic. hypothetically y'all will get fed tomorrow too, we'll see. my schedule officially is just me throwing darts at a board and hoping for the best. also truly everyone who comments or reblogs is helping me keep on writing and i love every one of them and cherish them all.

"Ma'am," you hear Austin's whisper against your ear unexpectedly while talking with one of his co-stars. You may not be famous like Austin is— indeed, you are one of a million names attached to producing various films— but you still need to network. You still need to rub shoulders with the stars in the hope that you can drag them into whatever film you have going on. Austin is fine with it, enjoying how you get along with almost everyone and enjoying how you pick some of his favorite co-stars to zero in on. Still, to hear Austin whispering and sounding wound up like the tightest string on his guitar is cause for concern especially when he repeats himself. "Ma'am, please."

Never in your life have you been more thankful that you know how to school your face into something resembling normal and calm. You smile at his co-star as your hand reaches back to grab Austin's- noting how he grasps it with a ferocity you rarely see in public. "I'm so sorry to cut this short but I think Austin here's wanting my attention. I'll call you?"



"Of course," the woman croons before looking at Austin. "I don't blame you for wanting to whisk her away. I would too."



Austin's grip tightens once more as he kisses your neck and smiles. "She's a wanted woman."



You all share a quiet laugh before she moves away from the two of you and you finally turn around to face Austin, your free hand instinctively going up to cup his face, ignoring how he's shifted both of you just so that your thigh is pressed up against him. "What's wrong? You never say ma'am like this."



A low, barely there whine leaves Austin's throat before he answers, his body moving against your thigh, chasing something. "I— Everyone's been around you and around me and there was— I just need you."



As if to belabor the point, he rocks his body up against yours again and it's then that you feel it. He needs you not just as a person but as someone who he allows to hold the reins to his pleasure. Your eyebrows raise up just a hair as you run your thumb against his lip. His tongue darts out to lick it before nipping at it, earning a shaky breath from you. The two of you are in public, at a function that's important for both of you but from Austin's blown eyes and hard cock, you can tell that at least for now you need to try and handle him.



"We're in public, baby boy," your voice is practically a croon, even as you try and force both of you to a secluded area. The people who know you and Austin— who want to protect you and Austin keep most everyone occupied and looking away from you. You make Austin happy and he makes you happy to have that jeopardized by people who wouldn't understand the two of you isn't something anyone wants.



After what feels like an eternity, you finally make your way out of the room and into another one that is blissfully empty. Austin looks around, trying to see if he can see anyone in the darkness before you laugh. "Baby boy, there's no one here."



A groan of relief leaves his lips as he licks them and pulls you in for a kiss. You'll take care of him now, allow him to enjoy himself and have the edge taken off. You'll remind him that as much as he belongs to you, you belong to him and not the people who fawn over you.



"Everyone— Everyone kept touching you, ma'am. They kept touching what's mine and you couldn't stop them." Austin mutters against the skin of your neck, nipping and sucking small hickies. "Didn't want—"



Before you can even stop yourself your hand goes to Austin's hair, winding in it and pulling lightly. Normally he'd take that as a sign to move his head back and yet tonight he doesn't, too preoccupied with trying to touch you as if that will wash away everyone else's touch. Your chest heaves ever so slightly as Austin ruts against your thigh. You're in control but he needs to listen better right now. The hand in his hair yanks a little harder and finally he pulls away, eyes completely blown and lips turning redder and plumper by the second. "Ma'am?"



"Look at my baby boy, so needy for me. So impatient," you murmur, shifting your stance so that your thigh rubs up against him again. "So jealous of everyone else. Baby boy, you know I only love you. I only want to see that pretty face of yours coming because I helped you."



The whine that leaves Austin tells you all you need to know about how wound up he is. He had to have been aching for at least an hour to be this far gone. Perhaps it was when you were talking to Oscar that did him in, the knowledge that once upon a time you had joked about seeing if his wife would mind if the two of you borrowed him or if he could introduce the two of you to Jessica. Austin had finally let go of your hand and you use it to your full advantage, moving to unbutton his slacks and sticking your hand inside of his boxer briefs. He cries out softly at the feel of your hand around his cock, the brush of your thumb having him rut forward once again. "Ma'am. Ma'am, please, can't— don't tease. Help me, please."



"Aw, Austin, my baby boy. Of course. I've got you." Your hand shouldn't glide so easily but it does, moving up and down against his cock with an ease that tells you it's drenched in precum. Your clit throbs but you pay it no mind, too focus on the way Austin's panting and grabbing at your hips. His red lips are wet with spit and his chest heaves with every stroke of your hand. Austin needs you to the point of not caring who could walk in on you. "You just gotta be quiet, baby boy."



"Don't— don't care. Want them to see me like this, see that you only help me like this. Not anyone else." Faintly, you both register how bratty Austin sounds but only you file it away for later when you can properly punish and tease him at home. Your grip on his cock tightens though and he hisses through suddenly gritted teeth. "Gonna— need to come, ma'am. Need— it hurts."



Every muscle in Austin's body is tight, from his toes to his calves and thighs against you. His torso underneath your hand clenched in anticipation and you know he's trying to hold off, trying to be a good boy for you and it fills you with such pride that you can't help but pull him into a soft kiss. He sighs into it, trying to relax only to have you say the magic words when you pull away from his lips. "Come for me, Austin. Be a good boy."



It's as if he had been a puppet attached to strings that were cut when he comes, the intensity causing him to pitch forward against you, pinning you fully to the wall. Your hand is covered in his come and yet you don't bother to move it, instead focusing on using your free hand to rub his back as he breathes deeply.



After what feels like an eternity he moves to stand up properly and pulls your hand out of his pants. He keeps a handkerchief in his pocket specifically for cleaning up things like this and yet before he bothers to hand it to you, he licks a bit of his come off of your index finger, earning a growl from you. He cleans it up as normal after that, looking at you with a certain gleam in his eye. You start to open your mouth to question it before Austin sinks to his knees, moving to unbutton your own pants. He looks at you through his eyelashes,



"They won't miss us for another ten minutes."



It's another thirty before you head back to where you need to be.

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[1d1195]

Neighbors IV

What's this?! A timely update?!

Read the other parts here: Part I Part II and Part III

I could be persuaded into one more part if needed. I'll make a series post for this tomorrow probably as well so it's easier to find.

🐱 I hope you enjoy once more.

Disclaimer: EVERYTHING I know about being a doctor comes from WebMD and TV. I'm fully aware this is outlandish. But it's for the plot ya know?

She looked like she was going to collapse. Harry took that moment to stand closer to her. The back of his hand touched hers. She leaned towards him almost instinctively. He took this as his signal to press her against his body. He wasn’t going to let her down. He would never let her collapse.

There was no other way to explain it and Harry had searched his brain over and over to get to the bottom of his emotions. He wanted it to be anything but what he was feeling. But there was no other word. Harry was mad. He wanted to see her. He missed her dearly. Missed Rory just as much, too. But he knew it wasn’t his business or duty to be part of the decision. He had no say in the matter. He could only love her as much as she’d let him.

And he did love her. He never thought he didn’t or couldn’t. She was an incredible mother and her gentleness, kindness, and sweetness on top of her beauty was so much for Harry. He was lucky to get to know her over these two years. While he was mournfully upset over not being around her, he did understand why she pushed away like this.

Of course, he understood.

He still hated it.

So Harry went about his day as if she and Rory weren’t part of his life any longer and it killed him but he would do anything to make her happy. Even if it meant he couldn’t see her anymore.

*

She was about to lose her mind.

Rory hadn’t seemed like himself in days. Based on the spots on the back of his throat she assumed it was strep. But she took him to the doctor, got the antibiotic and moved on. When he didn’t get better after the five-day course of antibiotics, they sent him home again with another five days’ worth of treatment.

But it was now day seven pushing on day eight. Rory wasn’t getting any better. Rory was tired all the time. He was quiet. So quiet it scared her enough that she was watching him sleep rather than sleeping herself. He was clearly in pain, and she couldn’t take it anymore.

Topped with not being around her best friend that was literally and figuratively a stone’s throw away. Her brain was all but fried.

After the first bout of non-working medication, she began researching. It was a horrible idea, but it was the only thing she could do. She wasn’t a medical professional. All she knew was from TV shows and she knew that they only did rare diseases to make the show fun and exciting.

This was not fun nor exciting.

Her heart was aching for Rory. It was one of the only times she ever wished she had someone to lean on when she felt so broken. She knew if she called Harry he would come running over and he would help with whatever she asked. It seemed so unfair to ask him for help. She had done it all on her own until Harry arrived in the neighborhood.

But would it be so bad to ask Harry for help? He was perfect in every way and obviously adored Rory. She had no doubt Rory would be a priority in Harry’s life too. If he wanted it, who was she to deny him of it?

“Mumma, I don’t feel good,” Rory mumbled. It broke her thoughts of Harry. She wished they didn’t because she was about to plan an apology that Harry deserved and she prayed he would accept. If he didn’t, she would understand. Only an idiot would let someone like Harry slip out of their life and she was the front runner for the village idiot.

But when she looked at Rory her heart broke again. He coughed once more shaking his little body, and she had enough. “Okay, baby we’re going to go to the doctor’s again,” she murmured scooping him into her arms. He was getting bigger and that also broke her heart. It wasn’t the time, but it was all she could think about. But he was sick and still so little. Stuffing her feet into the sneakers that were at the door not letting Rory out of her arms for a moment, she then wrapped his coat and a blanket around him because it was naturally raining and raining hard. Scurrying to her car she settled him into the back on his car seat. He coughed again, right in her neck, and groaned. “I know, baby, I know,” she sighed.

Getting into the front seat she turned the key.

Click.

Surely this was a dream. “No, no, no,” she said smacking the steering wheel. “Please, please, please,” she begged.

Click.

“Goddammit!” She hissed under her breath smacking the wheel.

“Mumma?” Rory whined.

“Yes, baby?”

“My tummy hurts,” he said.

“I know, Rory, I’m sorry. I’m...” she felt tears of frustration start behind her eyes and she thought about just running with Rory in her arms all the way to the hospital. But she did have one other option. Before she could process her own idea, her phone was pressed to her ear, she called Harry. Her heart was racing. He didn’t answer.

“Fuck,” she croaked again. It was late of course he wouldn’t hear it. Normally, Rory would giggle out that was a bad word, but he just stayed silent, turning red, hot, and more sick by the second. “C’mon,” she said quickly and retrieved him from the backseat. She hurried across the street and started banging on the door.

Harry startled awake to the sound of his phone vibrating incessantly; nearly falling off on his nightstand paired with an incessant banging that he couldn’t fully understand where it was coming from because his brain was still sleeping. He couldn’t even make out the name on his screen because his brain was still fuzzy, and his heart was slowly working up to regular speed. He felt shocked as he answered tiredly. His brain only worked at the quarter of his normal speed. He cleared his throat, eyes still closed. “’Lo?”

“Harry, please come open the door. Please, please, please,” he had never heard anyone sound so desperate and terrified in his whole life. His eyes opened as if they were spring loaded. He was sure he looked like a horror film. But now his heart was racing further.

“Yeah, yeah, love. Hold on,” trying to shake the sleep from his brain. The distress in her voice made him want to fly down the stairs and he nearly yanked the door off the hinges. He only had seconds to make sense of what was happening but all he could think about was someone hurting her or Rory and how he would do anything to make sure they were both safe. The last few weeks meant nothing. There wasn’t time to qualm about it.

She was clutching Rory to her body; her face was in absolute anguish and Harry was in awe that she could even stand with the weight of whatever she was carrying mentally in addition to Rory. Harry was flicking his eyes back from her to Rory. His chest ached almost as much as hers at the sight of Rory: pale, cheeks pink, and covered in spots. “Something’s wrong with Rory, my car won’t start. Can you drive us to the hospital?” She rushed out her eyes so pleading Harry could have cried.

“Shit. Yeah, yeah, of course.”

Harry grabbed a pair of shoes and coat by the door. Didn’t even put them on and ushered the pair of them to his car in the soaking rain. She slid into the back with Rory cradled in her arms. Harry was terrified. “Mumma, it hurts,” Rory mumbled. His quiet voice, nearly devoid of emotion, made Harry weak, and he pressed his foot further onto the gas pedal wishing it wasn’t raining so he could speed the way he wanted to all the way to the hospital.

“I know baby, I know,” she whispered soothingly.

Harry struggled to put his shoes and coat on as they ran inside to the emergency room. He knew they must have looked insane. She felt insane as she told them he was sick and all the things she had done since the onset of him feeling unwell. They eyed her suspiciously and then her son but of course took the boy and ushered her and Harry to the waiting room.

They ran more tests and while they did, she began pacing, staring at her phone, tapping on the screen as she searched and scoured the internet for something that could help. “Love, I know you want to help, but googling won’t do anything but make you worry.”

“Harry, something is wrong with him,” she said as if he didn’t know why they were there. She could feel the anger projecting onto Harry and she hated it—it wasn’t Harry’s fault she was mad and scared.

But of course, Harry was perfect and didn’t mind her anger was geared toward him in the moment. “I know, love, I know,” he said almost defensively. Harry was also scraping his mind for ideas of what could have happened to the poor boy. His leg bouncing rapidly in anxiousness. “I jus’ don’t want you t’worry unless there is something t’worry about,” he promised.

She sighed out an apologetic breath in his direction and kept her nose glued to her phone continuing her search.

Fortunately, the medical professionals returned shortly thereafter; her phone slid into her pocket and she stood up anxiously but hopeful. She looked at them expectantly awaiting a cure-all for her poor little boy. Somehow she missed it; probably the lack of sleep making her less aware than normal...but Harry could see it in their eyes. They were going to break her heart. “It’s just strep, ma’am.”

She shook her head, her face crumpling in pain that existed in someone else’s body. “No,” Harry could see the torment coursing in her own body. She looked like she was going to collapse. Harry took that moment to stand closer to her. The back of his hand touched hers. She leaned towards him almost instinctively. He took this as his signal to press her against his body. He wasn’t going to let her down. He would never let her collapse. His own heart was racing in fear that the poor little kid was sick as hell. Harry had never seen a child so run down. He felt bad for his mum in that moment—all those times he didn’t feel well, and she had to go through feeling like this. Rory was obviously not his own, but he was prepared to donate every last drop of his blood to the sweet kid if it meant he would feel better and be cured.

“I know when your baby is sick—” The doctor began.

She pressed her fingers to her temples shaking her head, rapidly.

“No, no, no... you don’t know. You don’t understand. This is not me being a crazy mom. I know I sound like a crazy mom. This isn’t that. I know my baby. Something is wrong with him. There is something wrong with him and I’m not leaving until something is done!” She was all but shouting and Harry put a hand on her back.  She started to march over to the waiting area again, she began pacing once more. Harry felt helpless looking at her from where the healthcare stood back to her. They discreetly called for a psychologist while continued Googling her little heart out. Harry felt his head snap defensively at their words as a woman picked up a phone at the desk. Harry would not let them talk about her when she was merely feet away.

“Excuse me,” he murmured at the counter blocking their view of her, but more importantly, her view of them.

“Sir,” the nurse behind the desk started; phone to hear ear.

Harry shook his head, not moving his gaze from her eyes. “I know you’re calling for a psychologist,” he said quietly avoiding raising the tone of his voice at all so she couldn’t hear. They faltered for a moment. He could see their surprised look; how could Harry possibly know that? He narrowed his eyes at the woman on the phone as the voice at the other end began to speak. He pulled his ID that resided in his coat pocket for home visits; he was lucky he didn’t take it out. They looked over his credentials and then back to Harry. “She doesn’t need that,” he shook his head stating it firmly.

She glanced over at Harry at the counter curious what they could be talking about. “Harry?”

“Just a moment, love,” he said to her not moving his gaze from the woman waiting to speak into the receiver.

“Mr. Styles, surely you understand that from lack of sleep and—” The doctor began.

Harry shook his head. “She is fine,” he repeated. “You need to fix her son.”

Harry knew they still didn’t believe him. She was soaking wet and wearing two different sneakers from leaving in such a hurry. They looked at Harry pleadingly, as if he would suddenly change his mind because they were both medical professionals. He denied their silent pleas. He refused to aid them in ignoring her maternal instinct. He knew she wasn’t crazy. Crazy people didn’t wake up their neighbors they were no longer speaking to in the middle of the night. Harry knew she wished it was strep. Strep would be getting better and she would be calmer.

“Harry?” She asked again coming over to the counter. The doctor took his chance once more as the nurse hung up the phone.

“Ma’am...it’s—”

“I swear to God, if you say it’s strep, one more time, I will respectfully throw your tablet,” that wasn’t helping Harry’s sanity case, but it wasn’t uncalled for in his eyes. “If it was strep, I would have it by now! That kid threw up, coughed on, and drooled all over me. It’s not strep! He’s not responding to the antibiotic.”

There was a second doctor that overheard her rising tone and joined in the little circle of trying to maintain calmness. “Ma’am, we’ve run every test.”

“Run them again. It’s not strep!”

“Ma’am, we can’t just—"

“Love,” Harry whispered under his breath trying to keep her level. He believed her of course, but he didn’t want her to get tossed aside because she was scared. The arguing was reaching near hysterics. It was getting past midnight and she was not crazy, but she was close to losing her mind. Harry couldn’t keep her calmer much longer even if he wanted to—he wanted Rory to be tested again just as much as she did. She started pacing again as she scans her phone.

They list through the symptoms and options of what is wrong with him. She kept repeating ‘no’ like a mantra as she read on her phone. Yes, all of the symptoms sounded like strep. Maybe it was tonsilitis, they could send her home with yet another antibiotic. They looked at Harry again pleadingly, but his eyes didn’t stray from her. He was getting increasingly worried about her; he wanted her to be okay just as much as he wanted Rory to be alright.

“Kawasaki disease,” she said suddenly. Holding her phone out to them as proof.

“He doesn’t have the strawberry tongue or any other earmarks—”

Phone back to her face and she slid the screen further. Her eyes were desperate, tears forming in the corners. The doctors clearly wanted to throw away her phone as much as she wanted to throw away their tablet.

“Rocky mountain spotted fever. We went for a beach walk in the dunes over a week ago,” she said and looked at them pleadingly. It was one of the illnesses listed it was nearly impossible. But this was impossible, and she was exhausted. And she had to try.

The doctor shook his head moving her phone screen up a bit as he read. “They’re not in these parts and he would have blackened crusted skin around a bite.”

Desperate once more, she marched into his little cubicle around the corner. The nurse standing by moved out of the way quickly as she yanked the sticker monitors off his skin, pulled the finger monitor off, untied the little gown off his body. Alarms beeped behind her as her eyes started scanning his body. How could she have missed a bite? How could she not have checked for tick bites? This was all her fault. Every second of it.

“Fuck,” she whimpered as she continued scanning, she didn’t see anything on him, and with each scan of his skin she felt more and more hopeless. Surely, she would be sedated in a matter of moments if she didn’t find something—she was certain that was the protocol, and she couldn’t help but start to think they were right through all her exhaustion. Tears were clouding her eyes and she could hardly see his skin through her blurred vision. “Harry, help me,” she begged, her voice cracking violently.

Harry didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed Rory beneath his arms, holding his sick little body up while she examined more of his skin. Harry let her. He would do anything to help her. He saw the panic on her face. He knew she didn’t want to be right, but she knew it was the only thing that was going to keep Rory from being sent home without treatment and without her being admitted to a psych ward.

“Ma’am,” they started. “We already looked over his whole body and we didn’t find anything...we can prescribe a different antibiotic if the treatment continues to be ineff—”

She was still scanning, ignoring the words that were coming from the medical professionals. Harry felt helpless. Totally helpless as he held his limp, tired little body. She maneuvered his limbs every which way. Please find something. He silently begged.

Finally, she lifted his hair up and started searching along his scalp. She gasped, covered her mouth, as tears dropped down her cheeks. “Like this?” She croaked. The doctor stepped over, and examined the black, scaly spot silently.

There was a moment of nothing but hospital beeps and quiet breathing. She waited expectantly, her eyes moving from Rory’s scalp, then to the doctor, to Harry holding Rory’s tired little body.

“We need more scans,” and then suddenly, finally, there was a call of a series of actions, and once more they whisked the little boy away on a gurney and moved swiftly down the hall.

“We’ll be right back,” the older female nurse promised. She was the one standing by when they entered Rory’s cubicle. Harry noted, now that the excitement is over, that she was the only person who wasn’t staring at the sweet girl as if she was insane. “You did great, Mom,” she praised, squeezed her arm reassuringly. “Good catch. He’ll be fine,” her smile was so kind it melted the anxious girl.

She paced the floor a few times as she started to cry harder again, hand over her heart and her breathing was so uneven, Harry actually worried she was having a cardiac episode. “Harry,” she croaked eventually. Harry pulled her to his body. His chin on top of her head. She shook with cries and Harry gently rocked her. Kissed the top of her head.

“S’okay. S’okay,” he promised rubbing her back. “You did it, love. You figured it out.”

“M’sorry. M’so sorry I cut you out and that was so stupid and you didn’t have to be so nice and take us here and watch me be insane—"

“No, beautiful. S’okay. Don’t worry about that, you’re forgiven, of course. Completely. S’okay,” he promised squeezing her as close as he could trying to keep her together when she was falling apart.

They were silent. Harry held her close to his chest, combed her hair down not moving except for a gentle sway of their bodies in the middle of the hospital hallway. Harry let her cry and he held her as tightly as he could. He hated why he was holding her, the idea of something happening to Rory made him want to kill someone, himself. But he was so grateful to hold her.

“Mr. and Mrs. Styles?”

“Oh, um...no—” Harry started feeling his face warm as he turned to the doctors to correct them. His hand stayed protectively on her lower back, and she leaned against him once more as if she would fall without Harry behind her. With one hand she wiped her eyes and then with the other grabbed Harry’s free hand as tightly as possible. Anchoring herself.

“How is Rory?” she asked, didn’t even bother to correct them at all. The moment wasn’t lost on Harry, but it did move to the back of his mind because Rory was of course more pressing.

“He’s going to be fine. He’s already responding to treatment.”

Harry felt the air fall from her body as if she released the weight of the world off her back. “Can we see him?”

We. Harry melted more.

“Of course,” he gestured to the room.

She hurried from Harry’s side, pulling his hand with her. “Hey Rory, love bug,” she cooed, cupping his face, and rubbing her thumb over his round little cheek.

“Mommy?” He asked wearily.

“Hi baby, how are you feeling now?”

“Hungry,” he sounded sleepy.

She giggled with a teary smile. “Yeah? Let’s get you some food...did you see Harry is here?”

“Hi, Rory,” Harry waved with a grin. “Feeling better?” Rory blearily looked at Harry for a few moments. He didn’t say anything to Harry and for a second, Harry selfishly worried it was too late. That time apart from him, despite all his best efforts to assure Rory he would always be there, was too much for his little heart. Harry betrayed his trust, and it wouldn’t be the same.

“Mommy?” He finally turned his gaze from Harry. It made his stomach churn fearing the rejection of a five- year-old—the only one that mattered. If there was no Rory, there would be no her.

“Yes, my love?” Her eyebrows pinched together because she had never seen Rory act so weird toward Harry. Even when she was doing everything in her power to keep him away. It made her stomach flutter with nervousness as well...unaware that Harry felt the same way.

“Can we be friends with Harry again?” He asked looking back at Harry nervously.

The smile nearly broke Harry’s face in half. He chuckled quietly while she also sighed with relieved giggles. Nodding, she squeezed Rory’s hand. “Yes, baby. We’re going to be best friends. Would you like that?”

He nodded then looked at Harry and smiled his sweet little grin. “Can we have s’mores when we get home?”

“S’more what, lad?”

Rory giggled the sweetest little giggle. “Don’t be silly, Harry.”

*

She held him in the back seat because they still didn’t have a car seat and it was still dark as ever outside as it neared four-thirty in the morning. Harry parked in her driveway, hurried to the door to open it, and pulled Rory into his arms. “I got him, love. You’ve carried him enough tonight,” he murmured. The tiredness was finally catching up to her and she let Harry pull him from her arms. Unlocking the door, she let the three of them in the house and Harry carried the sleeping boy to his room. She pulled his covers down so Harry could settle him in. Once all snuggled up, she kissed his forehead and sighed with relief as he slept soundly. Harry ruffled his hair gently. They left his room, and she closed the door quietly.

They walked wordlessly to the living room, and she sat on the couch leaning back against the cushions and staring at the ceiling blinking rapidly against more tears that were threatening to form. Harry sat beside her, so close he could feel the heat of her leg next to his. He wanted to reach out and touch her face, wipe that tear away that slid down her cheek. “Thank you,” she whispered. “For driving...for staying...for...” she shook her head. “Everything, Harry. Thank you,” it was so much undeserved gratitude. As if Harry wouldn’t reach into his chest at any moment and yank his heart out for her if she asked for it.

“Kitten...’course. Y’did all the heavy lifting,” he said and reached out to squeeze her knee. Her lower lip trembled violently, a sob threatening to bubble out of her chest which seemed so ridiculous now that all the danger was gone. The night must have been catching up to her all at once because at that moment she was crying soundlessly. Her chest aching and she started sniffling, she pressed a finger to her lips. “That was really scary,” she heaved.

“It was,” he nodded in agreement, his heart aching for her sadness, and nervousness. He watched her swallow around the pain that she was finally feeling of not knowing what would happen.

“I wouldn’t...if you weren’t...if you...if Rory—”

“Hey,” he said grabbing her hand from her mouth and bringing it to his own. He pressed a kiss to her knuckles so gently, it hurt her nearly broken heart all over again. He enjoyed the feel of her skin touching his lips and he pulled her up to a sitting position. He cupped her face with his other hand and rubbed his thumb along her cheekbone. “M’here,” he promised. “Always. For both of you.” She looked so nervous; her lip still wobbled. “What, beautiful? What’s wrong, love?” His eyebrows pinched together worried that she was going to have a breakdown that she couldn’t have before in the hospital.

She was still wearing two different sneakers and Harry was still in his coat. If she had time to worry about her appearance, she would have thought about how stringy her hair looked from the soaking rain and how her eyes had to be red from a lack of sleep and all the crying.

“M’so in love with you,” she croaked. Harry felt his heart warm every crevice of his body. He imagined hearing those words from the moment he met her and missed the idea of them when she wasn’t speaking to him. He thought he would melt into a puddle. “I can’t be,” she admitted and Harry felt ice brick over his veins. “I have a son and he is going to be first for the rest of my life and I want to put you first and you don’t deserve that. You deserve someone who will love you and put you—”

The relief Harry felt in her explanation melted the ice threatening his veins all over again. An exhausted smile played at the corner of his lips. He shook his head as she spoke, not even listening to the rest of her sentence. “Kitten,” he said taking both sides of her face and bringing it closer to his. The tip of his nose bumped hers. “I love Rory. And I love you. ‘Course, we’re going t’put Rory first. S’why you’re the best mum in the world. But jus’ because he’s first doesn’t mean you don’t deserve a love of your own,” he told her.

Harry was worried she was so tired she didn’t actually hear him. “...We?” She whispered eventually. The tears were still falling. She felt broken. Felt entirely too vulnerable with someone she’s known for too long. With someone she shouldn’t feel vulnerable around. But the last time she was this vulnerable with someone she loved so much, it was thrown in her face, and she was left alone on a couch just like this.

Harry tilted his head at her looking at her as if he was seeing her for the first time. “Always, beautiful.”

“You love me?” She whispered. Harry nodded silently.

“So much,” he said.

“Really?”

“Truly.”

She wasn’t proud of the way she contorted herself in that moment, throwing herself at him like a teenager and not a twenty-seven-year-old mother of a kindergartner and kissing him like she had been dreaming about kissing him.

But Harry was too long gone to care and enjoyed the moment of utter bliss in kissing the sweet woman he adored for the last few years while her son slept healthily and happily in his bed upstairs.

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@claimingharrystigertattoo @mopeymousey @vmpellie @reveriehs

[scarasimping]

But have we talked about Pirate! Scara angst?

He knows he’s a pirate and he steals and gets in trouble but it doesn’t you from loving him, he’ll distance himself not wanting you to get hurt, if he got caught stealing something of value you would run after him and the guards, you know when they lost him were he would be and when you find him…

Insert fluff

note before you start!: I haven't mentioned it in anything yet, but in my mind the princess is under strict watch, so it's almost impossible for her to leave the castle and see scara....almost. I'm also trying to stick closer to the plot I have in mind for pirate scara and the princess’s story, so it's a little different than the request. hopefully it all makes sense.

also i was listening to work song by hozier while writing this i think its fitting for how scara feels about the princess.

word count: 1.85k

Pirate! Scara believes wholeheartedly that he does not deserve you. He's a liar and a thief; he can't wash away the blood on his hands from all of the battles he fought, where someone had to die and he couldn't let it be him.

Yet, these same hands are the ones you hold so gently, the ones that you bring to cup your own face and kiss the palm of. He feels as though being with him is going to stain your perfect and gentle soul, that he's smearing the blood he's taken onto you while you just smile so beautifully and tell him how much you love him.

He doesn't even notice he's begun to distance himself from you; it happened instinctively. His nightly visits soon turned to every other night, to once a week, until he stopped showing up all together. 

It wasn't like you could ask someone to check up on him, or else that would give away all the rendezvous you were having, so you really had no idea why he stopped coming to see you. All you know is that in his more recent visits before he disappeared, he seemed so much more...sad. He clung to you tighter, his voice cracked like he was going to cry, but the tears never fell, and his responses were much more vague, whereas before he would tell you all sorts of stories in great detail about his adventures on the open sea.

For a while, you thought he left your kingdom all together, without even saying goodbye. That soon proved to be false, however, when you overheard some guards talk about how they heard someone sneak into the people’s bank on the far side of your kingdom, and how they almost caught him, but were a few seconds too late. 

So, not only was he ignoring you, he was getting sloppy with his work, meaning something had  to be wrong with him, and you were determined to find out what. 

When the moon rises the following night, and the kingdom is asleep, you put your plan into action. Waiting until just after a set of footsteps passes your door, since there’s usually a large gap of time between each person passing, you step out onto the terrace and start climbing down the same way you had watched your lover do many times before. It definitely took a lot longer than he would take, too scared of falling and getting gravely injured to go any faster, but eventually you made it to the cold, grassy ground underneath. Pulling the hood of your cloak over your head, you made a break for the treeline that separated the castle from the ocean. After a short run through the miniature forest, the sound of waves crashing against the rocks and sand reaches your ears, soon followed by the ocean coming into view. Though there were many ships at the pier, it was easy to tell which one was Scaramouche’s, his being the only pirate ship in a swarm of those meant for business only. 

The crew members on night watch easily picked up your presence as you approached, as any cloaked figure nearing the ship would be suspicious and hard to miss. Though you hadn’t met most of them before, you could tell the man staring down at you from the edge of the ship was Xiao. Scaramouche had described him before, and said he was the only crew member with tattoos.

He was observant and knew who you were as well, staring down at you with an unblinking and piercing glare.

“I know why you’re here, but if I let you on, you won’t like what you’ll see,” he warned, and a loud thud coming from the ship drew your attention away from his face. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that it was Scaramouche making that noise.

You look back at Xiao with a determination on your face, your own glare matching his own. He sighs, turning his back to you and lowering the gangway for you to climb on. Walking on the ship without Scaramouche right next to you is definitely a  different experience, and one you are not happy about. 

Xiao watches as you approach the captain’s cabin, before walking away, not wanting to invade at a moment that should be private.

The thudding you heard earlier only gets louder as you approach the door to Scaramouche’s quarters. You knock softly, barely audible, and there’s no answer, so you assume he didn’t hear you.

You’re cautious as you open the door, peeking your head inside. Scaramouche is there, standing over his desk with his hands gripping the wood so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. Crumbled pieces of paper were scattered across the floor, his bottle of ink thrown across the room as well as his hat. Everything was shoved off of his desk as well, as if knocked off in one fell swoop, and many other things were thrown around in anger, making a mess of his usually neat room.

“Did I say you could come in?” Scaramouche seethes, looking up with such fury in his eyes, it had you scared. He didn’t seem to realize it was you until after he said those words with such a bitter tone. When his eyes lay on you, they soften just a bit and a look of regret washes over him. He never wanted you to see this side of him - the angry and harsh side he only showed to his enemies or his crew when he was really upset.

“You..” he starts, sighing and dropping his head to avoid looking at your fear-stricken face. “What are you doing here?”

“Did you really think you could disappear and I wouldn’t notice?” You responded, shifting awkwardly where you stood, still behind the door. 

“Can I…come in?” 

Scaramouche runs a hand down his face, shaking his head at his own foolishness. It was clear you were trying your best not to upset him more, and that only made him feel worse.

“Yes, yes, of course, get in here.”

At his words, you cautiously step inside his room, closing the door behind you softly. Still, you were barely inside, hanging by the door and attempting not to overstep. Scaramouche sighs once more,  moving away from his desk and sitting down on his bed, head in his hands. “Sit.”

Though it’s true he was a man of few words, how little he was saying made you anxious. You sat down on the bed, keeping a few feet of space between your bodies.

“So what happened, dearest?” You asked him, breaking the silence that had grown between you.

“Nothing, I was just writing, that’s all.”

“Just writing?” You looked at him incredulously, glancing at all of the papers and the ink bottle spilling on the floor. “What were you writing that could have possibly made you so angry?”

“It’s not necessarily what I was writing, more so that I couldn’t explain everything the way I wanted to,” he responded, and true to his deceptive nature, you could tell he was only telling half-truths. It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the whole story.

“I’m sure it’s not so bad, let me see,” you say, leaning down and picking up a crumpled paper from the floorboards, unraveling it in your hands.

“No! Don’t read that!”

Scaramouche snatches the paper from your fingertips, but it was too late. You had already seen the most important part.

“You were going to leave? And you were going to tell me through some letter instead of coming to see me?”

Scaramouche sits in silence, tonguing his cheek as he looks away from you, crushing the paper once more in his hands. It took him a while to form words, and for a second you thought he simply wasn’t going to answer. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath before, finally, he speaks.

“It’s for the best…that way you can finally marry someone like your father wants who would treat you way better than I.” Again, he doesn’t say the whole truth, but growing up with a dismissive father and a mother who never spoke up, you have learned to read between the lines.

“You don’t think you’re enough for me, do you? Is that what this is?” 

His silence answers your question for you, and the fact that he couldn’t face you only enforced that fact. You scoot closer to him, closing the distance that separated you two. One of your hands rests on his shoulder while the other cups his cheek, turning his head to look at you. His face was tinted red and tears welled in his eyes. You decide not to point that out though, as to not ruin how far you had gotten to being able to comfort him. When it came to emotions, Scaramouche was difficult, to say the least, so the fact that he was almost crying around you was a big step.

“I don’t want some pompous prince or a rich man’s son; I want you.”

He simply clicks his tongue at this, rolling his eyes. He takes hold of the hand that holds his face and removes it, simply planning to let go afterwards, but you intertwine your fingers instead. When comforting a man that’s as emotionally constipated as Scaramouche is, persistence is key after all.

“Dearest, if you weren’t enough for me, I wouldn’t be with you despite the universe being against us or sneaking out of the castle to come see you. I only want you, so stop being an idiot and avoiding me!” You tried to reason with him.

He simply drops his head once more, and you lean your forehead against his. He bites his lip, holding back a smile as you insult him in this situation.“Alright, I get it, now drop it please.” 

A small chuckle escapes you, and once again you hold his cheek in your hand. His eyes look up, meeting your own, and you can see the relief flooding through him.

“Are you still going to leave?” You whisper, and Scaramouche shakes his head.

“Not yet, though you know I will have to eventually? A man like me can’t stay in one place for long.”

“We’ll figure that out when the time comes, but for now, can I stay with you?”

Scaramouche doesn’t answer; he simply leans forward and presses his lips against your own. The hand that holds onto yours tightens as he pulls you even closer, turning his body to face you even more. His other hand holds onto your waist, thumb caressing you over your shirt. He’s smiling as he kisses you, each movement filled with more and more longing than the last. Even without words being spoken, you can feel how much he’s missed you these past couple of weeks. He’ll allow himself to taint you with his hands that have committed countless sins just this once, and be selfish with you, because who knows how long it will be until his hands can’t hold you anymore. 

[soulkeeper801]

New Girl - Twice Dahyun

Requested:  Can you write dahyun x fem!reader where the reader is a new student and Dahyun has a crush on the reader and Dahyun tries to court her and after a few months, the finally start to date?

Fluff

Dahyun x f!reader ft. Michaeng

Words: 2.4k

A/N: I wrote something like this a while ago, so if you think this looks familiar, it was me!

Also, first time writing for Dahyun! 

“Do you really need to do all of that?” Chaeyoung whispered, finishing some details on yet another sketch she drew in her history book. “The classes are still a month away, you’re gonna have plenty of time to prepare”.

The girl sitting across the table didn’t even raise her gaze to look at Chaeyoung. She knew her best friend wasn’t fond of studying so she made the extra effort to make summaries for the both of them. 

“I like when things look pretty,” she simply answered.

Chaeyoung smiled at such an expected reply. There wasn’t a single semester that they didn’t have pretty notes to study from.

However, on that particular Friday afternoon in the library, Chaeyoung was getting bored.

“Can’t we go take a walk? A pause for you to come back filled with creativity to keep making your study notes?”

Dahyun chuckled at the effort. “Be honest, do you really just want to go for a walk?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Chaeyoung chuckled. “Well maybe we can go for a snack too, maybe tteokbokki, maybe soju…”

“It’s 3pm, Chae!” the older girl shook her head, suppressing a smile but grabbing all of her stuff and putting it in her backpack. 

“So that’s a yes?” the other girl asked, her face lighting up at the sound of a possible dinner in her near future.

“Let’s go!” Dahyun said, getting a glare from the library lady who gestured to her to stay quiet.

“Wait,” Chaeyoung called as they were leaving the library. “I forgot my wallet”.

Dahyun rolled her eyes, “alright, I’ll treat you this time”.

“No, no!” the shorted girl replied, moving her hands fast as if she wanted to keep that idea out of Dahyun’s mind, “let me go to my dorm and get it, I’ll be here in a minute, I promise!”

As soon as the words left her mouth, she was already on her way running towards the room the shared. 

Dahyun sighed at the action and leaned against the wall to wait for her friend. She didn’t have any trouble paying for the food, but Chaeyoung insisted on going back for her stuff.

She took out her phone and scrolled for a bit, focusing her attention on a couple of videos that were shared by her friends. However, when she lifted her gaze, she wasn’t sure if her eyes were okay.

Since when does the university admit angels as students?

For less than five seconds, Dahyun’s gaze followed a new girl who was hurriedly making her way towards the library.

She was the prettiest girl she had ever seen. 

The girl went into the library and Dahyun’s feet instinctively walked towards her. She wanted to know her name, but as soon as she saw her a group of new students also arrived at the place, making Dahyun lose the new girl in the crowd.

“Here,” Chaeyoung said, startling Dahyun, “let’s eat now. I’m almost dying!”

Dahyun nodded, still wondering when would be her next lucky chance to see that girl. After all, the university was big enough to see someone only once.

*

Looking at the calendar, Chaeyoung sighed, “Tomorrow is Tzuyu’s birthday, what are we going to do?”

“I don’t know,” Dahyun replied, “probably getting together with the girls, eating something and then drinking a lot”.

“I like that idea,” Chaeyoung grinned, “you should be our party planner from now on”.

Dahyun threw her a pillow, “good night”.

The next morning they made their way to the supermarket and bought enough food and drinks for the girls and some guests that they could bring. It was supposed to be a small gathering in the cafeteria as they used to do every birthday.

Once everything was settled, Jeongyeon was the first one to arrive.

“Hey,” Jeongyeon said, while looking at the door, as a girl made her way in, “this is my friend, she just got admitted to our department”.

“Sorry to crash, I bought beer to compensate,” you said with a shy smile, hoping your presence wouldn’t bother them.

Dahyun’s jaw dropped to the floor, what were the chances?!

“I’m Chaeyoung, nice to meet you”.

“Dahyun,” she simply said, since she couldn’t believe you were the girl she saw the day before. The girl that left her speechless and she thought would never see again.

As you were about to sit, your phone rang and you excused yourself to go out and answer.

When you were out of the cafeteria, Chaeyoung didn’t miss the chance to tease Jeongyeon about it.

“Nice!” she said, showing her thumbs up towards the older girl who just chuckled.

Dahyun’s heart ached. She wasn’t going to get in the middle if Jeongyeon had already made a move.

“No, no,” Jeongyeon said as if she could read Dahyun’s mind, “she’s just a friend”.

“Yeah, right,” Chaeyoung replied.

“I’m serious, it’s not what you think. Just a friend”. The older girl smiled since she was just stating the truth about her new friend.

Dahyun was relieved.

“Sorry,” you got into the room again, “it was my friend. She’s coming over too. No problems, right?”

“The more, the merrier,” Jeongyeon smiled as they fell into a conversation.

As people kept arriving, you and Jeongyeon took seats in front of Chaeyoung and Dahyun. An empty space next to your seat made Dahyun want to pretend to go to the bathroom just to come back and sit there.

“There she is,” you said, waving towards the new girl who just arrived. “This is Mina,” she introduced as everyone greeted her.

But Dahyun’s attention was only on you and the way you were making her heart flutter.

As Tzuyu arrived, they started opening the bottles of beer and soju that were on the table.

“Are you strong?” Mina asked in a defiant tone.

“Of course, I am!” Chaeyoung answered, ready for whatever was going to happen.

The older girl poured a glass of soju in front of her, “one shot”.

Chaeyoung grinned and obeyed, “easy”.

Dahyun rolled her eyes, she knew that at the end of the night she was going to drag her drunk roommate towards her room and tug her to bed. Not the first time something like that happened.

As she laughed about what they were doing, she noticed you grinning too.

“So…” she said, trying to catch your attention, “what department were you in before transfering?”

Finally, those mesmerizing eyes focused on Dahyun, “oh, I actually was in Performing Arts but ended up changing to Music since Mina and I have been talking about it for a while now”

“You’ll make an amazing musician,” Dahyun blurted out suddenly, making you smile at the honesty caused by the alcohol.

“How do you know that?”

“I can see the future and your future is very bright,” she replied, trying to play it cool but failing miserably.

You chuckled since you found it adorable.

Too much to Dahyun’s fluttered heart.

“Why don’t we dance?!” Mina stood up, clearly tipsy, taking Chaeyoung’s hand in hers and dragging her to the center of the room, “turn up that music!”

“Party girls,” Dahyun chuckled, making you smile.

“You don’t dance a lot?”

“I like dancing, but it isn’t like I’m always on it,” she answered, her eyes never leaving the drunk couple dancing. Some of their friends followed them.

You turned your head to look at her.

“Won’t you dance?”

Dahyun blushed, “I don’t dance…”

“Come on,” you stood up, offering your hand, “You’re not going to reject me, are you?”

Never.

As the night went on, everyone was wasted. They had a lot to drink and the music was loud. It was one of those nights that were better than expected.

“Yeorobun~,” Chaeyoung sang, clearly drunk, with a cup of soju on her hand and Mina wrapped on her other arm, “arigatou gozaimasu~,” she said in Japanese with a heavy accent.

“They are so drunk,” you chuckled as people kept laughing with them.

“Yeah, they are…”

You stood up and looked for your purse while Dahyun tried to think about a way to make you stay.

“Shouldn’t we let them be? It seems like they are having fun”.

Both girls were giggling at each other with stupid smiles on their faces, mumbling things.

“I don’t know. What if tomorrow she gets mad at me for letting her be drunk with a stranger?”

“Chaeyoung is a nice girl, nothing to worry about”.

You still seemed doubtful.

“Yah! Y/N!!” Mina yelled, walking towards you and almost falling.

“Hey, are you okay?” you asked, patting the chair next to you asking Mina to sit.

“Never been better,” your friend answered, giving a look to Dahyun and whispering in your ear, “she’s cute”.

You blushed, “are you ready to go?” she asked, trying to change the subject.

“Yeah, I want to sleep already,” she said, her eyes partly open because of the alcohol.

“Told you she wanted to go,” you turned to Dahyun and smiled.

Dahyun couldn’t wish for anything but seeing your smile again.

“So are you leaving?”

“Yeah, let’s go, Minari,” you said, but got no answer. “Gosh, she’s asleep!”

Dahyun chuckled, “maybe we should carry her to your room. Can I help?”

You nodded and Dahyun wrapped her arms around the sleeping girl. Just as she was about to lift her, Chaeyoung appeared.

“Hands off my girl!” she shouted, as drunk as Mina.

“Shut up, Chae. You’re drunk”.

“I will carry her,” she said, pushing Dahyun aside and lifting Mina herself, “she’s my woman”.

Dahyun couldn’t believe it. Chaeyoung wasn’t that strong, yet she seemed comfortable carrying her.

“Are you sure you can carry her?” you asked, worried if she would let Mina fall.

You only got a nod for an answer, “can you come with us?” you asked, blushing again and speaking faster, “j-just in case she can’t take Mina upstairs”.

“Sure,” Dahyun smiled and followed both girls who were way ahead of them.

Once in their room, Chaeyoung placed Mina on the bed and left a kiss on her forehead.

“My job is done here,” she said, almost falling on her way back to the door.

“Thank you for bringing her here,” you said, but Chaeyoung had already gone.

“She’s so drunk,” Dahyun chuckled.

You chuckled too and your gazes met when the chuckles disappeared.

“I’m so glad I met you,” Dahyun said, not breaking eye contact.

“Me too”.

“Will I see you again?”

“Probably,” you gave her a flirty smile. “I’ll be around. I hope I can see you again”.

“We should go out some time,” Dahyun dared to say, gaining a blush from you.

“I’d love that”.

You smiled at each other in silence until Dahyun bid a goodbye.

*

“Geez, my head”.

Dahyun was already up and changing her clothes when Chaeyoung woke up.

“Are you okay? You were pretty drunk yesterday”.

“I know, I don’t remember a lot”.

Dahyun laughed, “Son Chaeyoung! How can you not remember?”

“Why?” the shorter girl sat up straight with a mortified look on her face, “what did I do?”

“You met this girl and called her your woman,” she answered, still laughing.

Chaeyoung threw herself back to the bed, “Ah… Mina…”

“So you remember her…” Dahyun teased.

"She was so pretty, I wanna see her again!”

Dahyun threw her a pillow, “who are you and what have you done with my Chaeyoung?!”

“Your Chaeyoung?” the still sleepy girl asked, “shouldn’t you ask your Y/N?”

“Oh, come on…” Dahyun said, a smile growing on her face unconsciously.

As both girls finished breakfast, they headed towards the lobby where the classroom numbers would be published.

“Come on,” Chaeyoung said to herself, “We have to be in the same class!”

She ran towards the board and looked for their names.

Son Chae Young – Room 304

Kim Da Hyun – Room 304

“We're together!” she said, gesturing her best friend to see it.

But her eyes went back to the board as she remembered someone.

Myoui Mina – room 304

A huge smile was plastered on her face.

“Why are you smiling like that?” Dahyun asked as she got to the board and looked for her own name, “hey we’re together!”

“That’s what I told you,” Chaeyoung answered, “Mina is in our class too”.

“Oh, that’s why you were smiling like a creep”.

She got hit on her arm by her friend, but immediately searched for a name on the lists.

Y/LN Y/N – room 304

“Now who’s the creep?” Chaeyoung asked her, smirking.

“Hey girls,” a voice called from behind, startling both girls, “are these the names list?”

“Yeah, I’m in the 304, you?” Dahyun asked, pretending not to know it.

Chaeyoung rolled her eyes.

“I’m in the 304, too!” you said, smiling, “Mina too. This is great!”

“Seems like we’re going to be classmates,” Chaeyoung said, “I’m also in the 304”.

“Oh really?” You asked, “Mina will be glad to know it”.

“Will she?” Chaeyoung asked, raising her eyebrows.

“Yeah… she told me she wanted to talk with you but she didn’t have a way to contact you. She’s in our room, you can go now if you want”.

Chaeyoung didn’t need to be told twice as she made her way towards Mina.

“It hit her hard,” Dahyun chuckled as she saw her friend disappearing.

“Yes, both of them. They would look cute together”.

“So we will see each other really often then,” Dahyun said, smiling at you.

You returned her smile, “really often”.

You both stayed in silence. Dahyun didn’t know how to let you know that she wanted to spend more time with you.

“I think I should go now,” you said, “I’ll see you later, Dahyun”.

Dahyun just nodded and saw how you walked away.

“Y/N!” she shouted without thinking.

You turned around and looked at her, “yes?”

Dahyun panicked, “I-I…” she sighed. “Can I be bold and tell you something?” she asked, getting closer to you and looking straight to your eyes.

“Go on”.

She inhaled a lot of air and sighed, “I like you”.

Your eyes never broke contact.

“Oh… well,” you said, getting closer to Dahyun, “I think we would look even cuter together,” you whispered shyly and left a kiss on Dahyun’s cheek.

Dahyun held her breath as you stepped back and gave her the most beautiful smile she had ever seen.

“I’ll see you around,” you said, walking towards the cafeteria.

“L-Let me treat you to lunch!” Dahyun shouted, feeling nervous out of nowhere.

You turned around again and offered your hand, which Dahyun gladly took, “let’s go!”

[bakubunny]

Apologies, another sharing session involving a fandom you've never mentioned, also I've been realizing that every time I do this it results in a long ass ask so I apologize once more 💀🙏

Context: As a kid the first ever anime I watched was Fairy Tail and I was absolutely obsessed with it but never actually finished it. So naturally, recently I've been rewatching through it to relive that part of my life. Long story short, back then I had a crush on Natsu Dragneel and I still do to this day. In the show, he's something called a Dragon Slayer, specifically the Fire Dragon Slayer (side note: people usually call him Salamander in the show which I just think is really cool—) He was raised by a dragon and was taught special powerful magic along with developing dragon-esque characteristics like an enhanced sense of smell, increased strength, increased stamina, fangs, sometimes he gets scales during fights, he growls when he's pissed, etc. Dragon Slayers have to eat whatever their respective element is to be able to replenish their magical energy, so obviously you can commonly see Natsu literally eating fire, just as long as he didn't make it himself.

OK AFTER THAT LONG ASS EXPLANATION— I haven't been able to stop thinking about primal play with Natsu.

I feel like bro would be absolutely clueless about what it is until you explain it to him and he's all in. One night when Happy is off hanging out at the guild for the night and you two aren't, he takes you out to a secluded forest and says he'll give you a head start since you're obviously gonna need it. So you excitedly giggle (or nervously, you can't tell) and take off into the forest.

You're trying your best to make it hard for Natsu to reach you, ducking under fallen trees, going through bushes, jumping over small streams, etc. He gives you about 30 seconds, then bolts. With his enhanced senses and endurance, he's easily able to catch up to you. Almost too easily.

To make it more fun, he lets you get away a few times, just to give you some hope and also to let you wear yourself out. I feel like he'd get really into it, like he's growling as he chases you. He thought this would be fun but he didn't realize how amazing it would feel to just let his predator instincts loose for a little bit.

To just have fun chasing and teasing a cute little lamb, giving her hope that she can escape when he knows she won't. Only to eventually tackle her to the ground and pin her hands and legs to the forest floor as she tries to fight and her chest heaves heavy breaths from the excursion.

He savors the sight for a few seconds before he clicks his tongue in mock disappointment as he shakes his head. "Seriously? I gave you a head start and everything. It's like you wanted to be caught. Isn't the whole thing with prey that they're supposed to have survival instincts?" He mocks.

You continue to gasp for air and fight against his strength even though you know it's hopeless. He takes the hand he isn't using to pin your wrists to your stomach and begins running it up the side of your thigh, his warm palm ironically sending shivers down your spine. It goes under your shirt, stopping at your side to which he gives a squeeze.

"So warm and soft... almost too warm. You okay down there, lamb?" He chuckles, tilting his head with the biggest shit eating grin on his face. There's just something that makes him so happy to know that you're this attracted to his dragon nature. You both know how much your arousal is growing. If Natsu couldn't already smell it on you he can certainly feel it due to him sitting on top of the heat between your thighs in order to pin your legs down. Of course he has to tease you about it. He leans down and gets right up close to your face.

"What? Too shy to talk?" He mocks. You turn your head away and bite your lip, too shy to look at him as your face burns. Natsu laughs. "Aww... look at that! Too shy to even look at me or talk to me. That's alright though. I can make you talk for me." He then practically rips your clothes off, tearing your top, your leggings, everything to shreds, leaving you bare and vulnerable to him. He licks his lips at the sight, his forked tongue peaking out from between his lips for an instant.

He leans down next to your face, his breath fanning against the shell of your ear,

"Or maybe scream for me..." he growls.

Also I've seen the concept of Natsu going into a rut come up a few times which like 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 we'll save that for another day—

first thought: “this just in: miz is into another stupidly strong redhead who’s into primal play. add him to the list.”

but in all seriousness, i… need to watch fairy tail apparently. sounds like there’s at least one more pretty boy whose cheeks i might want to smoosh. 😔😵‍💫

also thank you for sending this in! i don’t mind rot from other fandoms…. that’s usually what pulls me in lmao.

you and i both seem to suffer from the “same man, different fonts” ailment with many of our favorite characters lmao.

[pricescigar]

The bodyguard Pt6

John Price X Elvira Wolff

TW: NSFW, unprotected sex

Summary: After seeking Shelter in a Barn, Elvira's Deepcar feelings for Price came into fruition.

[ Admin note: So sorry for the delay, the amount of weeks I was avoiding to write NSFW, but I finally did it... 😅 ]

The two soon found themselves at a farm house, which looked to be abandoned. Yet the doors and windows were also barricaded, trying to get into the house itself was out of the table. And far too risky. Price saw a barn not too far. He grabbed Elvira's hand.

“A barn, let's go.” Price said, Elvira nodded in agreement and quickly began to follow him over to the barn. He opened the door first for Elvira, watching her go in before entering himself, closing the Barn door behind him.

The barn was their only source of shelter, it would do for now as the storm covered their footsteps. Away from Graves’ henchmen, Price sent out a signal to Ulrich pinpointing their location. Though it would be a while until any form of backup would arrive, both Elvira and Price's clothes were soaked. Clinging onto their bodies, Elvira shivered slighter as she took off her clothes.

“Need to take these off otherwise we'll get sick…” Elvira spoke, Price hummed in agreement. Both of them stripped their clothes, Leaving them hung up to dry. 

The barn was a relatively dry place, albeit it was a little cold and a bunch of hay was sticking about. But it was something for now. Elvira was left in her bra and underwear, yet her eyes could help but gaze on Price's chest momentarily.

His chest was well toned, Price frequently worked out to keep it how it is. Yet she loved every curve, every abs, every scar. Anything that body of his he had to offer, Elvira loved every single thing about it. Her heart began to race faster at any thought about him, it drove her insane even thinking about him. Watching him hang up his turtleneck, leaving his other clothes to be hung up and dried.

“Like what you see?”

Price's voice snapped Elvira back into reality, their eyes laid upon each other. There was a moment of silence before Elvira nodded.

“Course…” Elvira admitted, a light blush painted her cheeks. Price approached her, his rough hands on her body. Checking to see if there were any scars or form of Injuries from the car crash. Luckily there wasn't anything major to be worried about.

“Luckily you got no injuries, I was worried for a second because of the crash… When it happened the first time…” Price sighed, the memory replayed in his mind when the first car crash happened. 

“I should've done better, I failed you.”

“We didn't know Graves would've attacked the first-” Elvira tried to speak, Price held onto Elvira's hand. He interrupted her.

“I… I Should've known.” Price then slowly exhaled, pressing his head against hers. “You could've died…” He whispered.

“But I'm okay…” Elvira whispered softly, she closed her eyes as their foreheads touched momentarily. Enjoying the bitter sweet moment, Elvira always had some form of feelings for Price. Yet she never acted upon them, not knowing what Price would think… And also because of his job, including what her Godfather would think. 

“I'll do better.” Price spoke in confidence. His eyes lingered to her lips, perhaps staying there a little too long. Acting upon his instincts, he leaned in and began to kiss her.

Immediately melting into his arms, Elvira gladly returned the kiss without a second thought. All the doubts and fears she had, they all seemed to have washed away within that moment. 

The kiss grew deeper, more desperate. Elvira had to cling onto him, almost feeling like she was running out of breath. As if she would almost slip away from him, gradually pulling away. Catching her breath as she looked into his eyes.

“You're a good kisser.” Price complimented, leaning in once more. This time his lips pressed against her skin, kissing her neck a couple of times. His hands around her waist, his lips were soft and gentle at the same time. It made Elvira shudder.

“Do you want me to stop?” Price stopped kissing her neck, he moved back a little to look at her. The last thing he wanted to do was make her uncomfortable, which would jeopardise their relationship and his job as a whole.

“No… Don't stop.” Elvira reassured Price, placing her hand upon his cheek. Gently caressing it, her thumb brushing over parts of his beard. 

His lips curled into a smile, lifting her up into his arms before gently laying her down on top of the hay, making sure she was comfortable before getting himself on top of her. 

Price positioned himself on top of her, leaning in one more to kiss her neck where he had found her sweet spot previously. All the while his hands moved up to her chest, unhooking her bra before taking it off and leaving it aside. 

Kissing down her collarbone, taking his sweet time. Appreciating every detail about the beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes upon. His eyes gazed at her breasts and nipples, kissing, sucking, licking and gripping them. Giving them both the same amount of attention.

Elvira's moans and groans of pleasure were music to his ears, Price's cock hardened each time hearing her sweet voice. Occasionally grinding against her, a soft groan escaped his lips.

His hand gracefully took off her underwear, throwing it aside like it was nothing, his large hand striking down her inner thigh. Hearing Elvira gasp in ecstasy.

“You like that, don't you?” Price cooed to her.

“Mm…” Elvira hummed in reply, she closed her eyes, her whole body shuddered in pleasure when she felt his hand drifting closer… 

Price gently inserted his finger inside of her, wanting her to get used to the sensation and to open her up a little. The last thing he wanted was for her to be in pain.

“You're a good girl…” He praised, he started his hand moment. All the while pressing his lips against her own, the kiss was hot and messy. Inserted his tongue inside, His tongue pressing against her own for dominance.

Elvira groaned against his lips, her hands moving to his arms holding onto them. allowing him to kiss her with his tongue, gladly returning the kiss. Her mind felt clouded, how his fingers moved inside of her… Inserting another one gradually, her toes curled.

Price pulled away seeing the face she made, he grinned before quickening the moment with his fingers. The blue In his boxers becoming more visible.

“Pretty girl…” He whispered into her ear. “Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me?” 

“Fuck me…” Elvira gasped out loud. “John…” She whined, closing her eyes tightly feeling the orgasm building up inside of her. A strange, yet good feeling down below. It didn't take her long to release her orgasm, she came on Price's fingers. 

“Such a good girl.” He praised, he pulled his fingers out of her, licking the juices off her fingers. “You taste delicious.” Price removed his boxers, he groaned as his cock was hard. Elvira was a little out of breath, she took a moment to compose herself. Yet her eyes couldn't help, but look down…

His cock was a surprising size– the sweat around the base, glistening from the tip of his cock. Using the precum, lubricating her before prodding her entrance with his tip.

“You ready?” He asked softly, Elvira nodded to his words placing her hands upon his shoulders. 

“I'm ready.” Elvira replied to him, she did feel a little scared… Yet at the same time she felt excited too.

Price kissed her neck, placing his hands on her hips. Pressing the tip against her entrance, Inserting his member inside of her bit by bit. Groaning slightly, closing his eyes.

“Fuck me… I feel your walls clenching around me already, doll…” His voice was hoarse and passionate, he didn't start his movements yet, wanting her to get used to him.

Elvira groaned in pain feeling his member pushing inside of her, her back almost arching. After a few moments, Price slowly started his movement. He Was slow and gentle, not wanting to hurt her. 

Price kept up with the gentle movements, though it wasn't long before he heard the sweet moans escaping her lips once more.  

“Oh baby…” Price groaned. “You feel so good…” Bit by bit he gradually quickened his movement. “So good…” Losing himself in the pleasure already, his hands gripping her hips.

As much it hurt at first, though as the ache went away Elvira began to like it, as he quickened his movement she too began to moan In pleasure.

Price leaned down kissing her collarbone, chest. One of his fingers pinched and twisted her nipple. Hearing her was like music to his ears, every moment he craved more and more of It.

Both of them found themselves lost in the pleasure as the minutes went by, Elvira's mind clouded and overwhelmed,  overstimulated with pleasure. Price thrusts his movements quicker, all the whole her moans becoming more frequent. 

Price pulled out of Elvira, turning his body around so she would be resting upon her stomach. His hands on her hips once more, from behind he inserted his cock once more.

“Seeing you in this position…” Price was almost breathless, his eyes staring down at Elvira. Starting his movements once more, seeing how Elvira could barely speak made him laugh. 

It felt like the Barn’s walls were getting smaller with each second as he continued, Elvira felt her orgasm building up within her from down below.

“Scheisse John… I can't…” Elvira gasped a little. “I need to…” She whimpered, digging her nails into his back.

Price groaned. “Oh fuck yeah… Cum for me.” He gave her a few more thrusts, when she released her orgasm he quickly pulled out and came on her stomach. 

Elvira took a few moments to catch her breath, she opened her eyes to Price cleaning her as the fluids ran down her legs. returning the gesture, she too cleaned Price. Despite the hay being extremely uncomfortable, it was the only thing they could lay down on.

“I love you…” Elvira spoke softly as she laid her head on his chest, stroking his chest. 

“I love you too doll.” Price smiled, he kissed her head, the two soon settled down and fell asleep in each other's arms.

-

[ Pt 7 ]

[pineappleciders]

(This is pretty embarrassing to ask but I’m a sad guy with sad feelings so) main omori characters(plus mari if you don’t count her)where they run in on reader trying to very quietly cry so nobody notices? You don’t have to add this but maybe reader cries harder when the character walks in - 🐗/evil twin

A/N: sorry it took so long evil twin i am a procrastinator . also sorey if sunny and basils parts suck i project my inability to comfort onto them. also projected my mommy issues during maris part ...

RW OMOGANG walking in on reader crying and trying to hide it

includes: SUNNY, AUBREY, KEL, HERO, BASIL, and MARI

SUNNY

when he first peeks in and sees the tears on your face, he definitely panicked

he's a little awkward so he might think about just quietly leaving, but he cares about you and can't just leave you like that

once you look up and notice him, his heart drops when you break out in a sob

he walks over to you and slowly sits down, hesitating to put his hand on your back. he's still kinda stiff and awkward though

he doesn't ask you to talk about it, he just sits there and waits for you to do your own thing. it doesn't matter if you just need a pat on the back or if you need to rant about something, he'll stay there for as long as you need

sunny has a hard time showing care, so the best he can do is listening and nodding his head. he is trying his best, and seeing as his love language is quality time, if you'd like you two go out for ice cream afterwards!!!

AUBREY

her immediate reaction is concern, and she thinks about slowly closing the door so you won't see her, but she'd feel far too guilty

she takes a few cautious steps in, gently calling your name and she kinda freaks out if you start to cry harder and hide your face

she's at your side, slowly sitting down on your bed and hovering her hand over yours before deciding against it and patting you on the back.

"hey, Y/N... what's wrong?"

her heart twinges with guilt when she sees you crying, despite not doing anything wrong. she tends to assume things are her fault!

she'll listen to you talk until you tire. aubrey really doesn't mind. she knows it all too well; the frustration of not being able to just rant and talk about yourself for once. she listens silently and slowly rubs your back as you speak through sobs

she's kinda scared to, but she ends up pulling you into a hug, burying her face in your neck.

"you don't have to hide it, y'know.. i'm here."

KEL

he waltzes into your room and stops in his tracks once he sees you crying.

"..Y/N?"

kel never likes seeing people cry. he's always been one to try and stay positive, but whenever someone else is upset or angry it always dampens his mood. he's such an empath

he'll step over to you, eyeing you carefully and playing with his fingers.

when you notice him and flinch a little, he flinches right back and waits for you to say something. but when all he's met with are sobs, he sits down next to you and immediately hugs you tightly.

it might've been more to comfort himself than you, as physical touch is sometimes a grounding method. i think seeing people emotional can get kel kind of..,,. disassociated??

he pulls away and looks at you in the eyes, asking what's wrong. he listens to you talk quietly, afraid that if he interrupts you might shut down and stop talking completely

he might try to crack more jokes the rest of the day, and definitely takes you out to gino's to get your favorite pizza and chat. he doesn't like seeinf anyone sad, especially not you!!!

HERO

hero lightly knocked on your door before letting himself in. usually, he was quite good at knocking, but every now and then he'd let the dad side of him slip and just lets himself into your room

it was mainly out of concern as to if you were okay, again another dad trait

you're in your bed, sniffling and breathing heavily, it goes almost unnoticed from outside the door.

"Y/N? what happened?" hero anxiously rushes to your bedside, and his heart shatters when you let out a loud sob when you see him

his first instinct is to engulf you in a hug, but he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, so he settles for standing there awkwardly and not knowing what to do with his hands

he ends up sitting down on your bed, putting his feet up and scooting closer to you, putting an arm around your shoulder. "hey, hey, it's alright. i'm here."

if you want to talk to him about your feelings, he gladly listens, nodding and validating whatever you say with little 'yeah' and 'yup's

he makes u your favorite home-cooked meal afterwards to cheer you up, and lets you know you can always come to him for help. he also ruffles ur hair

BASIL

basil has a hard time with feelings. he feels so much of them, but they're so hard to get out and deal with.

he cracks the door open and pops his head in. "Y/N? you okay?"

he sees you curled up in your sheets in bed, and immediately grows concerned, opening the door wider.

"..Y/N?" he stands awkwardly at the door, fidgeting and trying to see your expression.

you look up and see him, and you quickly bury your face into your covers and cry harder. he grows panicked, and speed walks to your side, hesitating to sit down on the bed.

"oh, Y/N.. what.. what's wrong?" he inches closer, slowly taking your hand in his shaky one, rubbing it with his thumb.

basil is a great listener, and he hears you out intently on everything you have to say. he tries to speak comforting words, but they come out as somewhat robotic. he's trying. he truly means the words though!

basil gives you a quick, warm hug and pulls back, smiling softly. "do you want to see the others? they're outside." his friends always cheer him up, so he assumes it's the same for you

MARI

mari wants nothing more than to put a smile on everyones face. so when see walks in on you crying quietly, her sisterly instincts kick in

she rushes to your side and immediately sits on the bed, placing her hand over yours and speaking soothing words.

"hey, it's alright, Y/N. i'm right here." she rubs your hand with her thumb. "let's talk about it, yeah?"

she keeps her hand in yours when you speak, and shooshes you and coos if you start to sob or have a hard time speaking.

she reassures you, and gives you a little pep talk

"you're the strongest kid i know, Y/N. look at you, standing straight and tall after everything. be happy about how far you've come!"

she's incredibly understanding and does anything you want to do afterwards. bake cookies, have a picnic, hang out with your friends. she's very attentive, so she'll pay extra attention to make sure you're doing alright!

[pandorasfavorite]

Self Pity Pt2.

Summary: you are recovering from many days of abandonment, Neteyam apologizes. Angsty, hurt/comfort. THIS TOOK ME TOO DAMN LONG IM SORRY.

Notes: this took me forever because I wanted the ending to be perfect and good writing not mid. Also I almost started to sob writing this.

Neteyam didn't cry, not in front of his family and most importantly not in front of his father. But that's the thing about you, you tend to change things frequently. Neteyam spilled everything to his father getting worked up again just by talking about what he did to you. It's hard for him to breathe, just knowing that you are sitting in the healer's tent because he could not provide for you like a proper mate physically pains him. The overwhelming urge to come to your aid prods at his legs making him step instinctively towards the exit as he's speaking. Jake notices this resonating with his son, and he grabs Neteyam by the shoulders grounding him. "Son, do you love her", Neteyam was convinced this was the most foolish question his father has ever asked him. "Of course" he blurts out a new wave of tears brimming in his eyes because he knows he's not worthy enough to even say that. Jake pushes Neteyam towards the exit of their home, navigating him towards the hut where you are resting.

Neteyam snaps his head up toward his father with uncertainty, "Go make things right". Neteyam can only muster up a small "yes sir" before pushing the flap to the hut to the side. A whimper slipped past his lips seeing your beautiful face pale and covered with a sheen of sweat. Mo'at grunts at his presence flashing a glare toward her grandson at what he allowed to happen. Neteyam sits beside your resting figure not daring to turn away from you for a minute. You have been asleep for over 15 hours now and Mo'at instructs Neteyam to wake you up while she gathers more herbs. Neteyam can't bring himself to respond to his grandmother instead he rubs his thumb across his lover's cheekbone beginning the process of waking her up. You begin to wake feeling someone touch your face, your eyelids flutter rhythmically hearing a familiar voice speak out to you. "Come on, baby. It's time to wake up," Neteyam says letting the pet name slip past his lips for the first time in weeks.

You start to sit up only to be pushed back against the hammock while being spoken to, "No don't move honey". Your eyebrows furrow as you start to gather all your senses again, this voice belonged to someone you did not want to see. You don't spare him your normal loving smile or soft-spoken words to him. "Why are you here Neteyam", his ears lay back a little at the harsh words but he nods agreeing that he deserved that tone. "I was scared. What mighty warrior is scared to love such a beautiful woman?" his voice cracks for what seems like the 10th time. Your ears pin back similar to Neteyams hearing him talk bad about himself, even through anger his pain is your pain. "I was scared to love you, I am an adult yet I was still scared of my father's disapproval. My foolishness made me lose the person I held closest to my heart... you".

Your feeble hand clasps over your mouth finally hearing the words you longed for. This was a declaration of Neteyam's love for you in every form imaginable. A tear rolls down your cheek and you shut your eyes tightly as sobs begin to take over your body. Neteyam hovers over your hands on both sides of your face where they used to lay every day. "Y/n I can't live this life without you. Oel ngati kameie". You would've bared this pain a million times over again just to hear those three words slip past his lips once more. Your hands fall on top of his tears running down your cheeks quickly faster than they ever have before. "Oel ngati kameie ma Neteyam," you say opening your eyes to see his expression brighten much like it did the day you accepted his courting advances. Seeing his bright smile beckoned more hiccups of tears out of you, Neteyam leans in more speaking comfort like he should've before, "it's alright, I'm here now". You nod closing your eyes for a moment and taking a much-needed inhale of air. Another moment passes by and a cough sounds through the hut signaling someone's presence, you were convinced Neteyam would detach himself immediately but he stayed glued to you. As if he could read your thought Neteyam reassures you, "I'll never turn away from you again".

Note: I seen these people ask about part 2 so here yall are. @nyotamalfoy @leeblackworld-blogg

[robinsvoid]

i love ur work i’ll take anythingg even scraps🙏🏼

༺ ˖࣪ she stole my candy

pairing. robin buckley x reader

content warnings. fluff? lil makeout sesh. robin’s a lil bold in this one. also not proofread :)

here is a scrap !!!! you know that kiss scene from horimiya where they’re eating candy and all that stuff? ok, but imagine it with robin… i’m literally squealing inside just thinkin about it.

it had been two hours since school ended, the sun already setting for the day, and you were sat on the floor of steve harrington’s living room in front of the flimsy halloween bucket he just had poured out on the coffee table, various types of candy clattering against the wood. robin was seated right next to you, inspecting the variety of confections scattered just before her in awe. steve still didn’t know about your relationship with robin. it had really only started recently, after robin had confessed the moment she found out you liked girls and honestly, she just hadn’t found the perfect time to tell her best friend about it yet. instead, she’s here making fun of him.

while complaining that he was too old for halloween festivities, steve nevertheless came along with dustin to gather as much candy as they could just for, well, fun. and of course, robin wouldn’t leave him alone about it.

“can’t believe you went trick or treating,” robin laughed, using her fingers to pick out the candy she liked. “what are you? like thirty?”

steve rolls his eyes and snatches a twix bar from the messy pile, “you’re absolutely hilarious, robin.”

“i think it’s sweet that you went trick or treating with dustin,” you smile, patting robin’s thigh with you hand as she turns her head, squinting at you, visibly showing you that it made her a little jealous.

“see, rob? chicks love a man who likes kids! i’m like… the most kid-loving man ever.” steve exclaims with his mouth full of chocolate, throwing the wrapper back into the bucket.

“probably wise to use a different set of words there, harrington.”

you find yourself lost in rummaging quietly through the pile of candy on the table, trying to find something out of the ordinary, something new, as you subconsciously tuned out steve and robin’s bickering, failing to notice steve had walked away to his room to go grab something real quick. after a couple seconds of searching, you found a small piece of candy with letters you couldn’t quite make out but you decided to pop it into your mouth anyway.

it was something you regretted instantly, as the piece sits in your mouth, tasteless and bitter. and robin’s watching you carefully, scooting closer towards you until her leg and the side of her body touched yours. she could see the discomfort in your face as she watched your mouth, causing her lips to curve into bright smile almost immediately. how could someone be so adorable? so… delectable? she would never know the reason behind it, only that that someone was always you.

“what flavor is that one?” robin asks, still mindlessly staring at your lips. it’s distracting; how soft they looked, how kissable they looked, how you would stick your tongue out only slightly to keep them from getting dry.

“i don’t even know. it’s just bitter?” you tell her honestly, still trying to decipher what was written on the wrapper. “it’s not good, though. i kinda hate it.”

“oh.”

and there was a moment of silence that followed right after. you don’t pay too much attention to it as you continue to inspect the torn plastic. you wonder what robin is thinking at the moment, knowing very well that she’d usually have more to say about things during every occasion but you were suddenly pulled out of your daze when you feel something warm and soft pressing against your mouth and all you could see was light brown hair.

robin sighs into your lips, darting her tongue out lightly to run it along your bottom lip and instinctively, your mouth opens as she tilts her head more to the side. you can feel her tongue inside of your mouth, roaming all over in search for something while pushing it against your own tongue and you can’t help but moan against her, knees feeling weak and your stomach fluttering as robin continues to kiss you.

she gives your tongue one last suck the moment she hears heavy footsteps coming from the stairs before pulling away completely. and you just sat there, mouth empty, breathlessly staring at her as if you were hypnotized.

“i think you taste better,” robin whispers lowly against your lips. there’s a tantalizing smile on her face as she stares back at you, before scooting away, clearly chewing on something.

fuck. you watch robin stand, muttering something along the lines of going to get water, and then, brushing shoulders with steve who had just returned from his bedroom to grab some vinyl record of a tears for fears album to slot onto his record player by his television. you sat there in awe as you stared down at the wrapper in your hand, mind thinking endlessly of robin’s tongue in your mouth. oh, you’d do anything for her to do that to you again and again and again.

“uh, you okay there, (y/n)?” the sound of steve’s voice pulls you back into reality although the memory of what happened a minute ago was still freshly running and replaying in your mind.

“what?” you say, blinking up at him as you play with the wrapper in between your fingers. “i- i’m good, steve.”

steve shrugs and plops down onto the couch, “okay, just makin’ sure. also, your lipstick’s a bit smudged.”

“yeah, um. she stole my candy.”

you clear your throat and turn your head away from him, fighting the smile that played on your lips as you bring your hand up to fix your make up.

and you know very well that it won’t be long until he puts two and two together.

✦ navigation. © ROBINSVOID

[catierambles]

Feral Instincts Ch.28

Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)

WC 1341

Warnings: Dark themes, depictions of blood and torture

The next few days were quiet, Mike checking in with her a couple times a day to make sure everything was still all right and just to hear her voice. Stephanie never slept alone, not just so someone was there in case something happened, but also because they wanted to be with her. She was woken up almost every morning with slow kisses to her skin, deft fingers easing between her legs. She never rebuffed them, always accepted them, holding them close as they made love to her, even when more than one of them spent the previous night with her. Walter and Sy always took their time with her, making her body sing, while Geralt and August were the most intense, taking her breath away and driving all thoughts save for them from her mind.

Her loves.

Her Mates.

The reason why she was there was never far from her mind, she knew this wasn’t a sex filled vacation, but it was easy to forget for just a little while when she was with them.

She was standing at the kitchen counter, fixing them something to eat when her phone rang and she dug it out of her pocket, seeing Mike’s name on the screen.

“Hey, baby. What’s up?” She asked.

“Give it away and they’re dead.” She froze, her heart rate spiking. “Whatever am I going to do with you, Stephanie?” She was quiet. “You’re going to come back. Alone. If I even get a tickle of those assholes, your pretty boys will be dead before you hit the door.” She wanted to ask if they were even still alive, what he had done to them, but that would be giving it away that it wasn’t Mike she was talking to. “You made me do terrible things to them, Steph.” Rage. Hot and sharp. “Get back here, and remember: alone.” The call ended and she put the phone back in her pocket.

“Hey, doll.” Sy said, walking into the kitchen and going to the fridge.

“Hey.” She said, putting on a smile for him. “I have to head back to the apartment for something.”

“Okay, no big deal. I’ll take you.”

“No, it’s okay, I can go by myself.”

“Stephanie…”

“I’m going right there and right back, Sy.” She said, rolling her eyes, “No detours. Couple hours tops.” He stared at her and she just stared back.

“Alright, but text me when you get there and when you’re on your way back. I’ll let the others know.” Sy said and she went past him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Love you.”

“Love you too.” She said and slipped her shoes on, heading for the door and grabbing August’s keys from the hooks on the wall. She resisted the urge to floor it away from the cabin, pulling out at a leisurely pace before she got a good distance away and flipping on the hazard lights, the engine roaring as she accelerated. The lights would keep her from getting pulled over, as they were a universal sign for “emergency”. It still took forever to get back to the apartment and she parked in front, jumping out as soon as the engine was off, sending a quick text to Sy telling her she made it okay so she didn’t raise alarms.

The front door was unlocked as she pushed into the apartment, the lights off and it was dark.

“Mike!” She called out, “Albert!” The coppery smell hit her nose and settled on the back of her tongue.

“Welcome home, dear.” It came from the second bedroom and she went to it, seeing Jordan standing by the window. They were tied to chairs taken from the dining room, duct tape over their mouths. Albert was unconscious, his head resting on his chest, blood coating the side of his face from a gash on his temple. Mike was still awake and looked at her as she entered. He started to struggle against his bonds, his words muffled against the tape but his eyes were pleading with her to run. Cuts littered their arms, thighs, chests, anywhere that was available, their clothes dark with blood. Some were superficial, more to cause pain, but there were some that worried her, especially ones on Albert.

“I’m here.” She said, looking at Jordan. “Let them go.”

“No.” He said, “No, I don’t think so.”

“Jordan.”

“The little Omega passed out pretty early, but this one…” He wove his fingers through his hair, grabbing a handful and wrenching his head back, Mike grunting against the tape in pain. “The other bedroom reeks of you and the Beta bitch here.”

“He’s my--” She stopped as he pulled a knife, holding it to Mike’s throat.

“Say it and we’ll see how much blood he’s got left in him.”

“Jordan, they have nothing to do with this. Please, let them go.”

“But they have everything to do with this.” He hissed, pressing it tighter to his neck, a trickle of blood running down his skin. "You belong to me, not them. You're mine, not theirs."

"Jordan, please." She said, "You came here for me, right? You came here looking for me and you found them. Well I'm here now."

"You are." He said, nodding. "You are here now. You're right. Guess that means I don't need them anymore." His arm tensed, his grip tightening on the knife handle as he put the tip behind Mike's ear.

"Wait!" He stopped, looking at her. "Jordan, if you kill him, if you kill either of them, then you have nothing to keep me with you. If they're alive, then I'll stay with you. I'll go with you. You've done enough, Jordan."

"Give me your phone." He said after a pause and she handed it to him, flinching as he broke it in half. "Let's go, sweetheart. I missed you, and I know you missed me."

"Yes, Jordan, I missed you." She said, giving him a smile even as it made her stomach twist, bile threatening to rise in her throat. "I missed you so much, baby."

"That's my good girl." He said, "I knew you'd come to your senses. You make me crazy, Steph. Look at the mess you made me make."

"I know, I'm sorry, I was confused." She said, "But I'm not anymore. I see how much you love me, and I love you too." She could see Mike's eyes widen from her peripheral vision, tears filling them. She wanted to tell him, scream at him that it wasn't true.

"That's all I wanted to hear."

"Can I say goodbye to them before we go? In private?" She asked sweetly. "It'd be rude to just leave."

"Anything for you, baby." He said, "I'll be waiting by the door. Don't take too long." He pressed a kiss to her cheek as he went past and she resisted the urge to jerk away from him, watching him leave, the door closing to just a crack behind him. She ran over to Mike, kneeling in front of him and peeling the tape from his mouth.

"Steph--" He whispered, his voice hoarse.

"Shh it's okay, it's going to be okay." She said, her voice hushed. "I don't have the time, but know that I love you, okay?" He nodded and she heard footfalls getting closer. "I have to put the tape back. I love you." She placed it over his mouth again and stood just as the door opened and Jordan walked back in.

"Say your goodbyes?" He asked and she nodded at him with a smile. "One last thing." Mike didn't take his eyes from her as Jordan went behind him and she flinched again as he hit him, hard, on the back of the head with the butt of the knife. His head fell forward as he lost consciousness. "Come on, baby. Let's go home." It took everything in her not to look back at them as she followed him from the room, closing the apartment door behind her as they left. 

[fluttershyflores2]

English translation of a chapter I made (poor translation notice)

(In this story Flower is 15 or 16 years old.)

"The story begins when two people who never even dreamed of meeting end up encountering each other, at the least expected moment, but at the right time."

Birds were flying in the sky among the clouds, wind was passing through the plants, gently swaying them. Flor was walking through the area, venturing deep into the forest. The sun's rays were blocked by the trees, making the temperature slightly cooler, and the sound of her footsteps on the grass was her only companion.

Flor: Wow, the place is much larger up close compared to how it looked from afar.

She was amazed. She never understood why her mother wouldn't let her go out. Every time she asked, her mother would say, "The outside world is complicated." She's an adult now, well, almost, but she's responsible for her actions. How hard could it be?A branch breaks behind her, Flor stops and begins to tremble.

Flor: Is-is that you, Mr. Fuxi? - she turns back -.

The bushes behind her move slightly, causing the young woman to panic.

Flor: I'm sorry for wandering away from you, I shouldn't have, especially since I don't know the place - she steps back -.

The bushes move violently as if something is emerging...

From the bush emerges a small bunny.

Flor: Oh, it's nothing - she lets out a sigh - What are you, little one? - she crouches to observe it -.

As she watches, the rabbit is startled by something and flees from the young woman.

Flor: Hey, where are you going? - she stands up -.

Confused, she wonders why the rabbit would have run away, not noticing a larger animal behind her. With a growl sounding behind her back, the young woman turns and sees a large cat (let's say a tiger).

Flor: H-hello, cute kitty - she backs away -.

The feline approaches her stealthily as she takes each step almost silently, avoiding making any sudden movements. However, a branch that was there causes it to break, making a lot of noise.

The tiger lunges at her, but she manages to dodge it and starts running. She tries to lose it, but it's difficult to run in a slightly long dress. Anxiously, she thinks, is this what her mother meant about life's difficulties? What is this feeling in her chest as she runs and feels someone following behind her?

Instinctively, she screams, trying to get Fuxi's attention or anyone else's for help.

Meanwhile, elsewhere, a white-furred monkey exploring heard screams coming from one side. Curiously, it heads over there, and as it gets closer, it notices someone being chased by a tiger.

Monkey: I didn't know there were tigers here - scratching its head -.

Meanwhile, Flor continued to flee from the tiger, while the white-furred monkey jumped from tree to tree, following her. Without noticing, she trips over a stone in the path, causing her to stumble and fall to the ground. She tries to get up quickly, but the tiger prevents her.

Flor: Please, stay away! - she pleads, frightened -.

The feline gets closer and closer to her, but a flick of its tail stops it.

Monkey: Hey, leave her alone - with force, he manages to get it to move away from the young woman a bit -.

The tiger's attention shifts to him; the monkey mocks it with some gestures. The tiger lunges at him, and with timing, the white monkey jumps, letting the tiger hit a tree, taking advantage of its daze. He grabs a large stick he found and hits it against a tree, making a loud thud, scaring the tiger away.

Monkey: Phew, are you ok? - he turns to her - How do you feel?

Flor, shocked, just stared at him.

The white monkey sees that she's on the ground, offers her hand to help her up. She accepts the gesture, but with just a touch of their hands, a spark ignites, causing them both a bit of pain.

(old drawing)

Monkey: Ouch! - he pulls his hand away -.

Flor: Umm... - she also pulls away and looks at her hand -.

Monkey: Did you feel that? - still observing his hand -.

Flor: Feel what? - she looks at him - What are you?

Monkey: I'm a monkey.

Flor: And what is a monkey?

Both: ........

Monkey: I'm a kind of primate.

Flor: Wow.

Monkey: But I also have a question, what are you?

Flor: I'm a human - she gets up from the ground and removes her hood, letting her pink hair fall - nice to meet you, I'm flower - she smiles -.

Monkey: Haha, the pleasure is mine - he smiles too - I introduce myself as Liu Er Mihou.

New mixed feelings: fear and surprise, and a spark that fate brought them together.

Part 2

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

hiiiiiii, i have a request for a Curran imagine! something cute/funny like him doing one of his insta lives with his Aussie gf just hanging out at his place being cute and answering fan questions about them or the show NO RUSH OR ANYTHING IF THIS IS CRAP IGNORE ME!!

A/N: So, I’d gladly do this request for you. I love stories like this. And I am so sorry this took so long to write, but I finally finished it and I do hope you enjoy.

Also, this request isn’t crap, no request is, and I love that you sent it. Thank you! ♥️

Might be typos!

Pairing: Curran Walters x Fem!Reader

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Today was a particularly slow day for the two of us. Not as boring, as days prior, but was still slow enough to have us mutter the God forsaken phrase: ‘I’m bored.’

So, instead of wallowing in self-deprivation, and empty chip bags, I had a better idea.

I decided to on going live on Insta with Curran.

I made myself look rather snazzy, and jogged down the stairs, calling out to Curran.

“Curran? Curran?” I called out and you could just barely her a faint ‘yeah,’ from the other side of the house.

“Hey, do you want go live on Insta?” I ask, as I entered the room he was in, only to see him sat in front the piano. “Sure, but what for?”

“No other reason, then to cure my boredom.”

He then lets out a slight laugh, “You’re always bored, why not go for a run?”

“Tried that. Took two steps and my knees were ready to buckle right up underneath me.” I replied and leaned up against the piano. “And come on, answer fan’s questions is way better than going for a run.”

“Alright, alright. Let’s do it.” He pulls out his phone and positions it in front the piano, and starts the live.

Not long after the fans comments and questions come rolling in.

I smile and tried to read the boatload of comments as that came in, but start pilling on top of each other; one on top of the other.

“Slow down, guys. I can’t read that fast!” I exclaimed with a laugh, and Curran watched in amazement.

“Hey! Look at the one.

‘How long have you guys been together?’

“For almost a year and half now.” I replied with a smile.

“Yeah, a year and a half of my life wasted.” Curran jokingly replied, and I gasped.

“That was so mean.” I replied and he was quick to hug me and apologize.

“Ooo, how about this one?”

‘Will there be more Jason Todd in Titans?’

“Well… I can’t tell you guys but maybe there will? Maybe there won’t?” He shrugged not wanting to give much away.

“It’s a secret okay guys? You’ll just have to wait and see!”

‘Can the both of you play the piano?’

“Yes, actually we can. Watch this.” I started to play the first couple notes of a song, and Curran stood behind me before reaching over to play the next couples notes along with me.

It all came together beautifully and it was so nice, I glanced up at the phone to see a bunch of the comments guessing what the song was.

I nudged Curran’s shoulder with my own and told him look at the phone, he flashed a smile before we stopped playing.

I clapped and rested my head on his shoulder, he instinctively wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close. My heart was pounding in my chest, but how could it not?

He was my everything, even with how long we’ve been together, every little thing he did would always get my heart racing.

We continued to read, answer and chat with everyone that had joined the live. It was getting a little late so we had to call it.

Curran and I both ended the live before sighing and smiling at each other. “I think we should do that more often, it’s fun chatting and connecting with fans.”

He nods in agreement, “It is, they’re very sweet. I love how supportive they are of us.”

This was my turn to nod in agreement, “They definitely are. Where do you think you’d be, if you didn’t have them?”

“I’m not sure. Acting was always something I’ve wanted to do in life. And if I didn’t get this big of a reaction from people, then I think I’d be devastated.” He admitted.

“Well, I’d still love you. Actor or not. You’re still the love of my life.” I said and he smiled kissing the top of my head.

“Thank you, (Y/N). That means a lot. What would I do without you?”

“I don’t know, but I’m not going to think about that. I like where we are, right now.” I replied, and he laughed.

“Good, because I like it too.”