#i am sorry but i wish to lift this guy bridal style

[betweenblackberrybranches]

Just gonna put him here and then vanish again♡

Sunspot beloved<3333

Just some rough coloring i tried experimenting with the colors a bit hope its no eyestrain for you guys with the red of the ruffle, looked less extreme on my laptop screen

Anyways this guy and the gitm au belongs to @venomous-qwille

[bohbee]

Dateables reacting to MC getting hit!

Warnings: Strangulation, Hitting, Death, Implied Torture?, Bruising, Blood, Stitching

Notes: This is iffy but yeah, this won't be getting proofread.

Part 1

Masterlist

Diavolo

Clicking of silverware, sipping of drinks, and soft chatter could be heard in the Palaces dining room. It was a feast to celebrate the engagement of The Lord Diavolo. Many nobles came to share their congrats, there was at least 30 figures at the elongated dining table. The night was coming to an end, and people started going back to their residences, leaving only a few others in the Palace.

"Excuse me," a voice behind you said, you turn your head softly to see an elegant looking male. He slightly bowed down "If you don't mind, could I talk to you in private? I wish to share my congrats." He asked, seeing nothing wrong with it you excused yourself and lead the male to an empty hallway.

His blue eyes peered into yours, his demeanor completely changing. "Y'know, Lord Dia and I were very close in the past." He said, you irked a little at the nickname, but let it slide. His face was painted with a scowl, "Very close, might I add." You furrowed your eyebrows in a confused manor, Diavolo never mentioned dating anyone before. The male walked closely to your body, "That was until a little human showed up. Stealing my spotlight, taking the gift of eternity. Which was supposed to be MY gift."

You stood your ground, heavily irritated by the male who was claiming that he was born to be in your place. "You don't get to choose what he wants." You said, trying to keep back your snarky remarks. His palm met with your face, causing you to stumble backward. "HES MINE!" He yelled before pouncing on you, his hands on your throat constricting your airway. He didn't get far before being tossed aside by the now smiling butler.

"It would be in your best interest to not lay your hands on the Lords significant other." Barbatos said as he slowly walked over to you, carefully assessing your injuries. The male got up to dash out of the palace only to slam into your Fiancés chest. Diavolos' golden eyes were filled with rage when he saw your body on the ground. He quickly grabbed the pleading male, "You will suffer the consequences of your actions." He muttered darkly. He motioned Barbatos to take him away.

Once Barb pulled him to the basement, Diavolo rushed to your side. His eyebrows furrowed as his irises held pain and sorrow. "I am deeply sorry, my love." You shook your head with a small smile, his hands slid under your body, lifting you up bridal style. "No need to apologize for the actions of someone else." You kissed his cheek softly and moved your head to the crook of his neck.

The two of you sat in his room for the rest of the night, talking and laughing away. You invited Barb to join the two of you while playing some games, leading you guys to have a very fun game night.

(Bonus: Lucifer answered the call from the royal butler, excusing himself from the dining table with his brothers. His eyes widened, "Excuse me?" His tone was cold. "I will be there immediately." After hanging up the DDD, he brought himself to the dining table, "I will be going to the Palace. There was an assassination attempt on MC. Please stay here for their safety." The brothers stared in awe but nodded. The poor dude was obliterated to say the least.)

Barbatos

You ran to the palace, tears streaming down your stinging face as the rain drenched your body. Soft sobs emitted from your throat. You knocked on the palace doors in urgency. No one was chasing you anymore, but it was still frightening. The door opened, and your boyfriend stood at the door, his usual calm eyes now filled with worry. He ushered you in, pulling you to the infirmary.

He sat you down on the chair and grabbed some medical supplies, "What happened." He said calmly, though his voice held true rage. "Some lowerclass demons..." You choked out a sob, your boyfriend walked over and started to softly clean the gash on your eyebrow. "Go on, dear. It's okay. I am here. There's no need to be frightened anymore." His voice was sincere as he deeply gazed in your eyes, waiting for you to tell him what caused your injuries. "I don't know what caused it, I got a high score on the exams, they got pissed?" You winced softly at the small stitch on your face, a sorry emitted from his lips.

"I understand. This will not happen again. I will have to report this to the Lord. Would you be comfortable joining me, my love?" You softly shook your head against the idea. "That is perfectly fine. Go ahead to my room and change, I'll be there soon."

After a while, your favorite butler came back with a tray of your favorite foods, "You didn't have to do all of this, Barb." You muttered with a soft smile. He only shook his head. "I would do anything to ensure that my doll is happy."

You spent the night in his arms, both of you sleeping peacefully. He finally has found his time stopper.

(Bonus: Diavolo nodded at the words that his butler said. "Go ahead and be with them. They need you more than me. I will be holding a halt on the school until we find the suspects." Barbatos nodded at the Lords words, thanking him before leaving. The next week, school was out for an unexpected break, and when it came back, four students were never to be found again.)

Simeon

You stood shocked at the pain on your left cheek, Simeon stood in front of you, his angelic form out in a protective manor. Scaring off the offensive demon, Simeon quickly went to his normal form and turned to you. "MC?" He said softly, not trying to startle you. His soft gloved hand grabbed yours, you looked into his beautiful eyes with admiration. "How are you fee-" his attempt to ask you how you were doing was interrupted. "You're beautiful." You blurted out at him, his eyes widened at the compliment. "My sun, thank you for the compliment, but that is by no means what we should be focusing on."

He softly dragged you to Purgatory Hall. Luckily, everyone was out and about. Letting the two of you have some alone time, it was silent, the rooms air was thick. "Simeon, what's going on?" You whined out, trying to grasp him from his thoughts. He let out a sigh before looking back at your face, frowning at the small bruise. "Dear, I couldn't protect you from being hit. I am supposed to be your guardian angel, yet I couldn't save you...." His fingers slightly traced your bruise before he pressed his lips on the injury. The dark mark on your face immediately started to heal at his delicate lips.

"Sim look at me." You said softly, his blue irises looked into your eyes. "You just healed me with a kiss. You didn't know that was going to happen. You're still my guardian angel, but most importantly, you're my boyfriend." You smiled softly, hugging his chest. "Plus.... your wings literally lit up half the fucking area." You giggled softly, his lips went into an endearing smile. "You truly find it that beautiful?" He asked you, and you quickly nodded your head. "Well, it's all yours."

(Bonus: the rest of the Purgatory Hall made it back, shocked to see Simeons wings. All of them other than Raphael gasped. "What's the occasion?!" Solomon asked, Luke nodded quickly, doing cute jumps. "Ah, there was an incident. They saw my form and loved it." Simeon said softly, laughing at Luke's reactions. "What incident?! A pesky demon, I bet!" The kid said, causing you to nod. "Yeah, he hit m-" your mouth was covered by your boyfriends hands. You peered up to the other three, Luke had an out of character dark aura, Solomon had a torture book floating around him, and Raphaels spears were out. Shit.)

Solomon

His eyes locked onto your unconscious body, he looked up only to find one of the demons he has a pact with. "Uh,- Sir it was just-" the demon was thrown to the ground immediately "silence." Solomon's voice said, deep and scarily, using the pact to his advantage, people gathered around. "So I assume you don't know who they are, hm?" He said with an amusing tune, his brown eyes piercing into the demon's eyes. The demon shook his head vigorously "Well. Too bad."

The air around the sorcerer got thick, his eyes glowing with magic. "Let this be a message to everyone, Never. Ever. Lay your grotesque hands on, my spouse."

The demon was quickly eliminated, Solomon lifted your limp body and ran to Purgatory Hall, once he made it inside he quickly placed some healing spells on your body. The large bruise on your face shrunk, and he furrowed his eyebrows softly, kissing the now small bruise. "I will never let anyone lay their hands on you again.... sleep well, my beloved."

When you woke up his eyes shot towards yours, "Hey hey, how are you feeling?" His hand grabbed yours, "I'm alright, uh.. what happened?" You asked with a groan, causing him to have a small smile, "Don't worry about it okay? It's all taken care of now." His thumb ran across your knuckles, "Come on Luke was worried sick."

(Bonus: when you walked out of Solomons's room, the sweet smell of the living room filled your nostrils. Hundreds of baked goods filled the space. "MC!" The blonde angel yelled, before launching himself into your arms, "You're alive... grr I swear I'll.... I'll get those demons to pay!" He said, he let out a soft sigh before grabbing a plate. "I uh.... stressed bake I made you your favorite......*)

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

:) what's your favorite dessert? I like plain cheesecake

[edgeray]

One Hell of a Butler Pt.1

Encounter (Arlecchino x Fem! Reader Blurb)

A/N: Guys. I am so sorry. I don't think that Arlecchino oneshot is being posted tomorrow. 😿Trust that it will be posted this weekend. Take this as an apology (I am fr spoiling y'all Arle fans) for the pushback. This is a repost to something I submitted as an anon to @/megistusdiary so there's a chance you've already seen this. It was written a while ago so quality is not up to par. This is the Black Butler inspired demon au! that I talked about in my poll, check it out if you want a little bit more on this concept. (Thank you guys for voting in it! :33 I'm looking forward to writing the oneshots). Series Masterlist Content Warning: Semi-graphic descriptions of violence

Everything hurts. It burns, burns, burns, and you can't feel your limbs and your vision fades in and out. Your broken form twitches on the ground, and as your assailants approach you, ready to wrench the remaining life out of you slowly and painfully, with your final burst of energy and concentration, you let out a guttural screech, a summoning spell spewing from your raspy throat and bloodied teeth. 

At first, you think nothing happens. They stalk you, unfaltering despite what you have just called for. Wearing teeth-baring grins and depraved intentions, they near your crumpled body, with their dirty, despicable hands reaching out towards you. Your half-lidded eyes shut fully, and you heave out a sigh of resignation, giving up the futile struggle of staying alive. 

You hear it first before you actually see it. A sound distinct only to stilettos clicking against the ground. It jerks your attention immediately, and you twist your head slowly to face the oncoming figure. Black heels with gold adornment catch your eye, and then--

"Well, well, looks like I found the doll that called me," you hear a deep, feminine voice sibilates, voice reverberating throughout the chamber. Your gaze slowly trails up the newcomer's figure, and the white clothing, snow-white hair, and feminine features cause you to mistake her as an angel. Red-crossed pupils meet with yours. A shiver works its way up your spine but you stare in awe regardless. What kind of human was this?

One of your tormenters inquires rather rudely about the woman and storms towards her haughtily, ignorant of the fact he has just sealed his fate. There's an audible, irate click of her tongue, then a snap echoes the room. For a brief moment, your sight is filled with just red, and then your eyes widen as the aggressor bursts into a beautiful explosion of blood and guts. She walks past where once the man stood without pause, now just a puddle of blood, tutting at the blatant disrespect of the formerly alive human. Her feet stop just before you and her shadow looms over.

"A-arle...cchino?" You croak weakly as your hazy gaze sets on her. She looks so handsome, beautiful like a guardian angel, even when she's covered in red. Her lips curl up slightly and she crouches down to hook an arm behind your back and knees, lifting you bridal-style. Heat radiates from her cold-blooded being and it is so much more comforting than the icy hardness of the floor. You immediately bury your face into her shoulder while your needy hands grip onto her coat out of desperation and fear. Beneath the intense iron smell of blood, she smells of something floral, you noted with dulled surprise. 

"That is me, the Knave. And what have you called me for?" She purrs from above, repositioning you in her arms so she could support you with one arm instead of both. 

You give one single glance behind your shoulder towards the now cowering group of people, their behavior reminding you of feeble sheep rather than the bloodthirsty pack of wolves. You think that you'd like lamb chops after all of this. 

Turning your head back, you suck in a steady breath, your voice unwavering and clear despite being muffled into her clothes. "Kill them." 

"As you wish." 

Even as she draws out the sweetest, most revolting of screams from the remaining alive people, you find peace in your arms. You don't watch, instead, opting to rest your head against her and try to fall asleep to your former captors' begs of mercy. A hand combing through your hair wakes you up. You admire her sharpened red nails and her black hands, so contrasting against her unblemished and perfect skin but pretty all the same. It looks nice, sifting through your hair, it feels right, it feels perfect, even if they're dipped in blood.

"Well, I suppose we can work out the contract at a later time. For now, rest, my dear," her voice is soft and it lulls you to sleep in her arms. She tucks your head underneath her chin and walks away from the bloodbath, her darling wrapped tightly close to her.

[sandwichfordinner]

Hi its strawberry anon once again >:3, Eli (my bbg real), Ganji, Edgar and Norton with a S/o who wears cute outfits but hella strong? Like strong enough to probably lift a car if they want. (Also take care of yourself and eat well!)

Eli, Ganji, Edgar and Norton with a strong s/o who has a cute clothing style too ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 🔔 (female reader)

Strawberry anon hello again! Also thank you for the kindness I appreciate it! I don’t think the last ones turned out great I am not sure because I was out of ideas, so sorry

Eli

Now we all know Eli, a calm, intelligent and clever man who promised to himself to not date at the moment ESPECIALLY when he is trapped in this nightmare-

Oh nvm…. uh.. remember how is said like 5 seconds ago he kept his promise? Yeahhh.. well… about that!

He has now a pretty girlfriend that has the best style of clothing! Amazing, spectacular, brilliant, ate the whole table-

The two of you being silly and happy , when you suddenly turn the tables which shocked Eli and Brooke till this day.

YOU?? BEATING A HUNTER???? 😨HOW ARE YOU SO STRONG?

No way… Tries to use words instead of touching you but if you have anger issues he will be on panic mode and scared. But he shouldn’t worry, because later on he will get used to it and will be taking lots of notes.

Ganji

You are so lucky that Ganji has fallen for you.. He didn’t search for your look,,, but… the way you are so strong amazes him.. You’re perfect..

Also likes your clothing style, while he is a poor little guy.

Do you know how he fell even harder for you???

When he couldn’t run because his legs gave up in Moonlit River Park and you carried him in bridal style. AND YOU WERE HUGGING HIM CLOSELY which left him looking away trying not to make eye contact with you..

If you’re beating the absolute shit of someone he will quickly try to pull you away cursing under his breath. He barely got you out of this situation😭

He is still so thankful that you’re his girlfriend, so you sometimes lift him in bridal style to tease him which ALWAYS works to make him blush

Edgar

An irritating painter falling in love with a peasant????? Please love is the last thing he actually cares about! Love is nonsense.

But when he saw you how surprisingly strong you are he was confused. Confused about all of this situation, first you dress so much differently from the others and you are even stronger than some hunters?? How is this even possible? If you’re extroverted enough to annoy him he will fall in love with you somehow.

And there it is. A boyfriend that is 0% strong and 1000% girlfriend that is stronger but cheerful. I can just imagine you giving him a kiss on the cheek, which makes him blushy and Joseph disturbs you two but you just somehow twist the sword with your hand. And this leaves the photographer and painter flabbergasted.

Norton

So confused . How do you even do it???

You know that Norton loves jewels, but you have never been in the mines because of the incident he experienced. Don’t remind him of it please..

,,*sigh* I wished I could’ve had money or diamonds.. something shiny and good…-‘’

You literally crashed your hand into a big rock, and searched until you felt something smooth. You smiled and got your hand out of the big rock, and to his surprise you were holding a bunch of small kimberlite which one costs like 50$ (and you know back when things weren’t expensive as now, and 50$ WAS A LOT I think). Please his reaction was priceless. HOW ON EARTH DID YOU KNOW THERE WAS KIMBERLITE IN THIS BIG ROCK AND HOW DID YOU EVEN SMASH YOUR HAND INSIDE OF THAT ROCK??? HAVENT YOU BROKE IT??

if you two are in the mines, Norton is having bad flashbacks while you crash your hands in the rocks to find anything: iron, gold, coal. Anything that would make him happy.

,,Hey Nort look I found a.. diamond!!!-‘’

,,That’s great honey’’ Literally doesn’t pay attention so you better quickly get him out of here..

[broke-art]

Syntax x Spider Queen's Daughter

"I brought food guys." You mentioned attempting to navigate down the slick slope into your mother's lair. You stumbled here and there and your hands were full. This made your balance limited.

"Allow me to assist you, my princess." Syntax held out his arms. His metallic legs stabbed into the rocks around you causing you to flinch a little.

To be honest, you had fallen for Syntax before your mother had... altered him. You still remembered the day you had come home from work, eager to see him. When his screams assailed your ears, you had ran to help. But it was too late.

Since then, you had been terrified of him. You weren't sure if it was still Syntax. So you'd kept your distance.

"Princess?" His voice shook you from your thoughts and you jumped slightly.

His green eyes studied your reactions and his lips tugged downward in a worried frown.

"Heh you know she's scared of you, Mr. Know-it-all."

Syntax glared over his shoulder at Huntsman. Whom watched you two's exchange with pure amusement. "If the Queen sees you harassing her, you're as good as-"

"It's alright, Huntsman." You informed him quickly.

They both stared at you for a moment.

Slowly, you moved close enough for Syntax to reach.

With a small grin he lifted you bridal style and climbed down the wall effortlessly.

Unaccustomed to the height and movements you tensed and hugged closer to Syntax. Who, without your notice, smirked smugly.

"It's alright, my Princess." He soothed. "I wouldn't drop you." He muttered the last comment near your ear and your cheeks exploded into a red hue.

You looked away and stared at the ground as he placed you down. Everyone took their food and you ate silently. Normally, you would stay in your room to avoid your mother's insane plots, but today was different. Today you wanted to...watch from a distance.

As you ate a dumpling you watched Syntax typing away at a computer, study some blueprints then go back to typing.

You studied his lime green hair, purple skin and reflective eyes. He was still very intimidating, but not nearly as much so, now that you studied him closer.

It was that moment his gaze flicked back over his shoulder and locked onto yours. A smirk tugged at his lips when he addressed you.

"You've been staring for a while, princess. May I be of some service to you?"

Your heart skipped a beat and you looked away quickly.

"N-no. Sorry."

Syntax cocked an eyebrow at you and placed down his work.

"Princess," He began walking over to you with his hands behind his back. "Lately, you've been rather quiet around me. You've been avoiding my presence, and you will hardly glance at me."

You squirmed slightly in your seat as he stood over you.

"I didn't wish to press, but I am beginning to worry. Do you think I would hurt you?" He leaned a little closer to you bending at the waist.

Your cheeks burned and you desperately sought for answers in your mind. Except, you were far too twitterpated to think.

"I-I... Well that is...you-" You stammered trying not to look at him.

Syntax watched you patiently. A slow smirk gradually building on his lips.

The look only made your face redder.

"I-I don't know?" You questioned looking up at him hopefully.

Syntax chuckled.

"Flustered, are we?" He leaned extra close and your cheeks exploded a deep scarlet. "That's a yes. Don't tell me you have a crush, princess."

"A crush?" Spider Queen demanded from the doorway. "On who?" She walked forward quickly.

Syntax backed away falling to a knee in a bow.

"To be honest I am unsure, my Queen."

Your mother put her hands on her hips staring at you.

"Well?!" She asked impatiently.

"N-no one mama." You stammered quickly. "Syntax was only worried about a boy at school, that's all."

Spider Queen hummed thoughtfully.

"Well done, Syntax." She praised turning to him. "Y/n is far too young for men." She cooed in a baby voice cupping your cheek.

"Mom, I'm old enough to go to college. Besides, I'd have good taste." You stole a small glance at Syntax.

He caught your glance and grew a hidden smirk keeping his head bowed.

"Aw I know you're eager, baby. But no, you're not ready yet." Your mother refused shaking her head.

"If you say so." You agreed knowing your mother would insist. You walked to your room and closed the door with a sigh. Just then your phone buzzed a bit.

You pulled it from your pocket. The screen bugged and glitched. You frowned and waited till your mother retired for the day. Then you slipped out of your room and knocked on Syntax's lab door.

"Come in." He called.

You opened the door and saw him at a work table. But instead of working, he was leaned back in his chair one leg resting on the other.

"Evening, princess. How may I be of service?" He asked with a smile.

"Well my phone was bu-" just then realization dawned on you. "You hacked my phone!" You accused.

Syntax smirked.

"Well we were having a conversation that went unfinished. Besides I am not positive about your little crush, but I have a hunch." He shrugged as he stood and walked over. "And you know what they say, princess." Gently, he took your phone from your hand and instead pressed a small thornless rose into your palm. "In for a penny, in for a pound."

He threw you a grin as he turned, his coat flaring up from the motion. Then he walked back to the worktable. And began fixing your phone.

Slowly, you looked at the rose. Then with a small smile you closed the lab door, and walked over to the table. It had been a long time since you had, but what could it hurt? You hopped up and sat on the work table, watching him work his mechanical wonders.

[genshingarbage]

Don’t Say Goodbye. || One-Shots ||

I am just in a mood to create broken hearts right now it would appear, this is just a few one-shots on a couple of the boys and my take on how they would act with there s/o dying in their arms due to various reasons based on the character i am writing for. - Mod Diluc

Diluc

The sound of yells grew distant as the vision began to blur from your eyes. The only sensation you could still feel was the tight grasp of your hand in the larger one wrapped round it squeezing it. Diluc was holding you as you laid there on the muddy dirt, resting your bloody and broken body on his legs. Cradling you like a new born while shaking back and forth, trembling in traumatic disbelief over what was taking place before him.

His eyes were swelling with tears threatening to break out and spill down his cheeks, he kept kissing your weak hand gently, each kiss being dragged out longer than the one before, shaky shushes passing his lips in a frail attempt to soothe your weakening body. You'd been adventuring alone again for several weeks away from Mondstat and The Dawn Winery.

You didn't think much of it as you often left for long adventuring trips, bringing back goofy and silly souvenirs for your beloved Diluc, you just didn't realise this time around you'd be ambushed by the Fatui on your long trek back to his winery. Having been unbeknownst to you fatally wounded, you managed to break free and escape, bleeding heavily from your right side, shakily sprinting to the only place you knew could be a safe haven, Dilucs winery.

You'd fallen to the ground in a crumpled heap not barely a few seconds after Diluc spotting you running down the dusty and dirty road. He sprinted to you eyes wide yelling as loud as his vocal chords would physically let him. "Y/N! No!" He skidded and slumped down into the dirt himself, tugging you carefully but quickly into his lap muttering 'No' over and over in rapid breaths. And now you were where you were at, the life slowly but surely leaving you while all you could feel was Dilucs gentle kissing lips and warming embrace.

Does he know how much you love him? Did ever know how much he meant to you? Oh no... the souvenir you'd found for him... you dropped it back when you was ambushed... he would've loved it so much... however likewise with him to you, did you know how much you meant to him? How truly happy he was that he'd finally found someone he could trust and give his life to. Had he ever even said he loves you back? All these questions that were going to be left unanswered to the both of you.

Still trembling he watched as your light dimmed in your eyes, leaning his head down he softly placed a kiss against your unresponsive lips, parting ever so slightly to rest his forehead against yours and whimpering in a broken tone. "I love you, Y/N" When he lifted his head back up he felt the air being squeezed out of his lungs to see your eyes were now closed and there was no longer movement in your body.

He looked up at the night sky, the stars twinkling so beautifully over such a devastating and tragic moment. Closing his eyes he silently prayed the gods take good care of you up there till he can finally be there with you. Lifting up slowly with your now lifeless body bridal style in his arms he began to walk back to his winery, his expression stern and showing no pain. But it was all a facade for inside he was crying and screaming to the heavens and hell for having let this happen to you.

"They will pay Y/N, I promise you. I'll see you again soon; someday."

Childe

The rain was pouring heavily, hitting angrily against the cold hard concrete, the drops splashing up and back down as they landed with such impact. You were wet and cold, but your body had been going numb for minutes now as the blood was leaving your body so quickly. You shakily looked round to see the last attacker being cut down to the floor by your one and only love, Ajax.

The unknown man's body hadn't even hit the floor by the time Ajax had thrown his weapons down and rushed to your side. "Oi oi, come on now, look alive. More will be coming soon." He let out a nervous laugh not wanting to believe what he was seeing in front of him right now. You'd only gone out for a little drink and joke about in the beautiful rainy day, you both enjoyed running around in the rain so much after all. He tapped your cheek gently trying to keep you conscious as he could see your focus leaving you as fast as your blood was.

He pressed his hand against the open wound in your chest; a pitiful attempt to try slow the bleeding. You cursed yourself for not being more alert of your surroundings when that man crept up behind you and ambushed you by surprise. He shook his head vigorously side to side. His mask hiding most of the unbearable pain behind it. He should've known better than to think it was safe to come back to Liyue so soon after having caused such chaos.

Why the fuck did they have to go for you both though, you were innocent from all this it was him they wanted so why, why?! Why you?! He made a soft 'Tsk' sound from his mouth as he choked back the tears while looking at you. You had little vision left, little time too, but with what little strength you had remaining you lifted your hand up gently and pulled his mask off. Wanting to see his face one last time before you're gone from this world.

Exposing his damp cheeks and red eyes to you, you were able to form the smallest smile at him. "Don't... d-don't leave me Y/N, please..." his voice was barely a whisper now as he remained stiff by your side. "I won't..." You coughed back gently, you didn't even try to sound believable with that; you both knew it was a lie and you were on your way out with only seconds to spare.

You were his everything, he knew you was too good for him from the very beginning, yet you was determined to always be by his side. He knew he was a bad guy, a villain, but with you by his side he was able to feel like someone's hero. You meant fucking everything to him so why did someone so pure have to be taken so soon. You coughed gently once more before choosing your last words carefully, knowing they were to be your last.

"Childe- Ajax, you're not a bad guy. I have and will always love you..." Your voice faded into a whisper and then... nothing. Your eyes closed and your hand that had been against his cheek was now limp, the only reason it was still in its prior place was because Childe himself had been applying slight pressure to keep it there. You were gone now, at rest and probably somewhere much better and further away from this hell.

He looked at your resting face just wishing you'd open your eyes again and say it was all just a big terrible joke. But that wasn't the case, however his broken and torn expression immediately dissolved when he heard the rapid steps growing louder. "There he is! Apprehend him now!" One of the guards shouted to the several others. He quietly apologised to your resting form, letting your hand leave his face and finally rest with the rest of your body, he was also sorry as he wasn't gonna be able to give you the burial you deserved, he wasn't gonna be able to use that ring he'd bought you to propose with, and unknowing to him, you wasn't gonna be able to tell him the good news that he would've been a dad.

He lifted up slowly, hair now soaked and water droplets falling from all over his body. The blood leaving your body had began to swirl and dance with the water pooling against the concrete as the heavy rain showed no signs of slowing down. His mask back in his hand before it found its way back on his face, turning and stepping over to his slung down blades and kicking them up into the air grabbing them. Parting his knees swiftly and getting into his battle ready stance. The mask made him look like the bad guy every one claimed him to be, but underneath was the most broken and tormented boy that they'll never know.

"I'll always love you too Y/N, I am sorry but you're wrong, I've always been a bad guy, I just... I tried to be a better one for you."

Xiao

The sky was ablaze, organe and yellow flickering all over, ember floating up and down softly. It was so hot; unbearably so as you were laying on the wooden floor of the top balcony at the Wangshu Inn, blood spilling out of you and soaking the wood all around you. The fire was growing dangerously closer, but did it matter now? You would be dead in a couple more minutes away.

Had everyone escaped the Inn at least? Was everyone safe? You hoped they were. But it was then you felt an instant gust of cold wind wail past you like a roaring monster and die down the flames that had been encircling you and drawing ever so closer. Your vision was nearly gone and it was hard to make out anything except the smoke and fire, but those blue oni mask eyes were unmistakable, Xiao was above you right now.

His hand was hovering over your cheek, still scared that even now he may cause you more pain than comfort in your fleeting moments. "Y/N wake up. Don't be defeated so easily, this is truly pathetic, even for your standards." Harsh words as always, you knew he was sad and just lashing out, his words were cracking and his voice was wavering in its tone. Was that a sniffle? It was hard to make out among the crackling fire destroying the walls and wood around you and his mask muttering and muffling his already quiet words.

Why did they go for you? They wanted him to become nothing anymore, to just slip away and leave the entire history of Liyue to them. Leave the nation built under Rex Lapis to the incapable feeble hands of mortals. He couldn't ever allow that, he refused to back down so easily. But this? Surprise attacking the Inn and burning it down while taking the only mortal who held something to him away? How sick and lowly of them.

You went to speak but all you could muster was a cough as blood spat out your mouth across your bottom lip, your time was fading fast. He swallowed down and removed his mask, a shake in his hand as he did so, resting his proper gaze on your form one last time, allowing you to see him in his first ever vulnerable state, tears slowly falling from his face, letting his hand slide across your cheek gently, swiping the blood off your soft delicate lip. Why did it hurt him so bad? Why was this reaching so deep within him?

All those times he'd sighed and disappeared to get away from you, all those eye-rolls to your silly jokes and huffs to your tedious and pointless tasks. Why did he feel an ache in his throat when he thought about how he won't ever get to experience those annoying moments again? What was this? It couldn't be. Had he truly fallen in love with a mortal? Impossible, but what else could explain this gut wrenching feeling he had swirling inside him.

Everything was crumbling apart around him but his focus remained on you as you looked at him with those eyes, those same eyes that often stared at him with hope and admiration, now they stared with soft kindness and fleeting wishes. If this was love then he wasn't ready to have it taken from him so soon, but what could he do except watch as you left this world. He gritted his teeth together and his hand clenched tightly round his blood stained spear. This was truly unforgivable. If only he had killed those monsters sooner, got to you quicker... maybe then he could've saved you.

"I..." he began to stutter gentle words out while stroking his thumb delicately across your cheek, why hadn't he just swallowed his pride and touched you sooner? Why hadn't he just admitted this to himself quicker and embraced you. You had always been there for him despite his many harsh rejections, you were nothing but kind and truthful, loyal and honest to him and now? He resented himself for not having taken the chance to love that he had had in his grip for so long. Your vision was gone now and your ears were following quickly behind. "I... Y/N..."

Just spit it out already, before the time runs out for you- "Y/N I love you..." he looked at your face searching for a response but you were gone now. The gods had given you all the time they could spare and unfortunately it wasn't long enough to Xiao. It wasn't fair. He couldn't even let you know how he truly felt before you were ripped from him. Tears rolled down his face faster now, but the sorrow and pain he felt quickly welded into anger and inner rage boiling at the highest temperature.

He frowned deeply, lifting up from your body, hiding his broken expression behind his oni mask once again, shakily breathing in with a deep sigh, the shake in his hands slowly dissolving as his mind set itself onto a new mission, he turned and walked to the banister of the balcony and swiftly lifted up onto the top, looking over the landscape around him as the only place he'd truly ever known as home was burning to ash around him. He turned round taking one last longing look at your lifeless form and then leapt high into the air soaring through the skies, straight for Liyue.

You never wanted this, he knew that, you'd never want him to cause a war over your death, but you wasn't here to talk reason into him anymore. He was never gonna see your annoyingly beautiful face again, and this was all Liyues fault. They had to pay, and if that meant causing a war between humans and Adepti... then so be it.

"Forgive me Y/N, but without you here now, I see no reason to keep caring for these monsters. I'll hope you'll understand when I see you again one day."

[mediocre-writerr]

you belong with me [cassie howard]

cassie howard x fem reader

requested: Hey! Can I request a f! reader x Cassie Howard fic where the reader is in love with Cassie, but it's like a slow burn happy holidays! xx

key: italics stand for rue’s voiceover! enjoy

*not my gif*

Y/N Y/L/N and Cassie Howard have been best friends since they were little. Y/N was always there for Cassie during her whole childhood. Watching her from the sidelines as her figure skating became more and more incredible. 

“Y/N! When are you gonna get off your lazy bum and join us?” Cassie’s dad asks during one of their many ice skating practice sessions. 

You were taken back by surprise and you looked towards Cassie who was giving you her best pouty lips and eyes, “Oh okay.” 

You strapped on the ice skates that the Howard family bought you for your 10th birthday. A gift you rarely used. But was still grateful for nevertheless. 

Back before your Cassie started getting into ice skating your family was big about hockey. So you knew the in’s and out’s of ice skating, but you weren’t good at doing cool tricks. 

“Y/N, you’re a natural!” Cassie says as you start skating towards her. 

And it’s like she jinxed you or something because you started slipping. Flailing your hands up in the air. But she caught you and the two of you just stared at each other smiling coyly. 

Her lips were inches away from yours. But her dad cleared her throat, looking at the two of you with a small smirk on his face. 

Y/N and Cassie were inseparable, nothing seemed to ever get in between them. Lexi always gave Y/N looks and have conversations where she tried to make her think that it was something more than just a friendship, but she was easy to laugh off or ignore. 

Lexi thought of Y/N as a second sister growing up together and having Y/N be over all the time. So when she saw the way Y/N looked at her older sister she couldn’t help but want to protect her. 

She didn’t want you to get hurt, but how could Cassie ever hurt Y/N?

Y/N loved Cassie more than a friend. There was never a specific moment when Y/N found out she liked Cassie. It was everything about her, all of the moments leading up to since they were young kids.

Much to her disappoint, Cassie’s underlying daddy issues made her attached to boys in more ways than anyone could ever possibly. She fell in love too fast and dare I say it, was too naive. 

Cassie wanted to be loved and never wanted to be alone. She wanted all the boys no matter how stupid, sweet, or mean they were. And that led to many nights of crying in Y/N’s arms about some boy who leaked her nudes or made a sex tape or broke her heart.

“Y/N?” she whispers over the phone, her voice already cracking.

You shot up from laying down on your bed and instantly woke up at the sound of your first love crying, “Hey is everything okay?” 

“No. I can’t. Someone made a sex tape of me and leaked it and I just really need you.” she whispers, trying to get all of the words out. 

“I’ll be there in five.” 

Luckily for the two of you, you didn't live far. And before you knew it you were climbing in her bedroom window. 

She instantly pulled you into a hug and you wrapped your arms around her waist. Placing a hand on the back of her head to pull her close. You started rubbing the back of her head, threading your fingers through her hair. 

“It’s gonna be okay.” I whisper, “I’m here now. You’re gonna be okay.” 

Y/N always protected Cassie. Ever since the first pictures of her nudes were leaked she was there to let her cry. Her first sex tape was leaked, Y/N was there. A boy broke her heart, Y/N was there to pick up the pieces to put her back together.

Y/N hoped that one day she wouldn’t feel this way anymore. Or one day Cassie would realize that she was there all along. But it never happened. And it seemed like it would never happen when Cassie started dating McKay.

Y/N insisted she wasn’t jealous, but she also insisted she wasn’t jealous about all of Cassie’s suitors.

“McKay is a good guy Y/N!” Cassie yells. 

The two of you were having yet another argument. And you weren’t angry at her or at McKay, you were just tired. So fucking tired. 

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” Cassie asked, “This is your third snide comment this week about McKay this week and it’s only 10 am on a Monday!” 

“I’m sorry for being bitter. I’m just tired.” you whisper. 

Lexi gave you a sympathetic smile and look. And you just smiled back softly. 

See you weren’t jealous. That would involve anger and you weren’t angry. You didn’t hate McKay. 

Sure, there were thing that he did that was questionable at best, but he was wasn’t the worst out of all of Cassie’s boyfriends. 

Even though your happiness was slowly dwindling away each time you saw them at a party. Or each time she canceled plans to go hang out with him instead of you. Or each time you saw them kiss. 

Even though all of it was fading away in you. She didn’t deserve to lose anything when she was so happy. So you tried to stay the same for her and not act any differently. 

Lexi had been a good friend to Y/N and did her best to try and pull her out of it. The annual carnival was coming up and it used to be a tradition for the three girls to go together, but Cassie was busy with McKay...again. 

The two of you ran into McKay on the way to the Ferris Wheel. Much to both of your surprise you didn’t find Cassie next to him, “Where’s Cassie?” Lexi asked.

“Oh I don’t know we called it a night a couple hours ago.” he said with a shrug before going back to Nate and Mr. Jacobs.

Both of you looked at each other and immediately knew something was up. Agreeing to split up both of you searched the carnival in chance to find her. 

That’s when you saw her going around the carrousel with Daniel. She was grinding against the pole of the horse. And Daniel looked like he was getting turned on by it.

But there was something about her that was off. She looked high. You were gonna leave, but you decided to wait for the ride to stop. Before ultimately taking her home, you didn’t want some asshole like Daniel to take advantage of her in the state she was in. 

As soon as the ride stopped you hopped the fence that separated the line to get to her. Despite all the yelling from the person who controls the ride you made your way to Cassie.

“Hey Cassie. How about we get you out of here, okay?” you ask.

“Y/N! I didn’t know you were here.” she slurs and you nod smiling.

“I’m right here.” you whisper to her, unbuckling her seatbelt and lifting her off.

Daniel scoffed, “What the fuck Y/L/N?! We were in the middle of something!” he yelled annoyed.

“Not anymore.” you reply. 

You guided her towards the exit, but saw that she was stumbling and it was hard for her to walk. So you did what you thought was best and picked her up bridal style. 

Cassie wrapped her arms around your neck and nestled into your chest, “Can you believe McKay said to people we weren’t dating? We were just chilling. He literally told me that he loved me yesterday.” she says angrily.

“I’m sorry love. You don’t deserve that.” you whisper back as you saw Lexi, Jules, and Rue running towards the two of you.

Lexi looked at her sister frantically, “Is she okay? Do you need help? I can get her for you.

“Lex take a breath,” you whisper and she nods taking a deep breath, “She’s okay, she just looks a little high off of something. But I got her.” 

Lexi nods and we all get into Cassie’s car. Jules and Rue decided to stay at the carnival a little longer, but we thought it was best if we got her home. 

Cassie passed out across your lap as you just ran your fingers through her hair. Staring at the beautiful girl in front of you. 

“I wish she could see that you were always there for her. She needs someone like you in her life.” Lex whispers looking at you through the rearview mirror. 

But the thing is Cassie never noticed. As much as she would hate to agree with me, she took Y/N for granted most of the time. She just assumed that her best friend since basically birth would always be there for her.

She learned that the hard way.

You were more tired than usual as you sat on the couch of McKay’s house. You were at one of his infamous parties seated next to Lexi, Rue, and Jules. 

Lexi and Rue begged you to come and you agreed without hesitation. But then you realized that you would have to see them dancing close to one another, kissing, and just being with each other. 

The other three girls proceeded in conversation, but you were too tired to contribute. So despite all of the loud music and drunk people, you laid your head on Lexi’s shoulder trying your hardest to just shut everything out for a few minutes. 

And you were about to shut everything out when you heard your name being slurred, “Y/N, what’s wrong?” 

You opened your eyes a little, not wanting to leave the comfortable spot you found on Lexi’s shoulder.

“It’s nothing, Cassie, really. I just have a headache.” you whisper, trying your best to smile at her.

“Why are you lying to me?” she asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

Of course she knew when you were lying, 

“Just let it go, please.” you pleaded with her.

You didn’t want all of this to come out now. Not when she was tipsy. Not when all of your friends and a bunch of random strangers were around to hear.

“No Y/N! I can’t! It’s like you’ve been falling into this pit of sadness for I don’t even know how many months now! I just want to know what happened. You’re supposed to trust me. I trust you. So why can’t you trust me?” she whispered sadly.

“3 months.” I whisper simply.

“What?” she asks.

And it was all coming out right now. Despite all your wishes and prayers to not to.

“I’ve been falling into a pit of sadness for three months. Ever since you started falling for McKay.” you whisper and it looks like the wheels are turning in her head, “I can’t trust you because I’m in love with you!” 

You finally yell out, letting all the feelings that you’ve had pent up to finally come out. Lexi squeezed your hand lightly to let you know that she’ll be right here.

“What?” Cassie asks, her mouth open agape as she just stared.

“I always have been! And now it’s too late. I’m not angry with you and I don’t hate McKay. I’m just tired. I’m tired of feeling like I’m just there now when everything goes wrong in your life. When you and McKay fight or when you need someone to pick you up when you’re drunk. I’ve always been there for you and I’m tired of it not being enough.” and with that you got up and you left. 

She didn’t try chasing after you. No one did. They all knew you needed your time and your space to regroup. 

And just like that the non-related conjoined twins were separated. Neither of them talked or hung out. The only time they would see each other is passing in the hallway exchanging small smiles.

It was weird for the both of them. No small study sessions or move nights. Just them alone. 

Cassie didn’t like not having Y/N there, but every time Y/N tried talking to her she would just avoid her.

During the time Y/N was gone she realized that Y/N was right. Lexi gave her a stern talking to. Lexi’s talk was basically her singing that one Taylor Swift song.

You know the one that goes like...

Dreaming about the day where you wake up and find that what you’re looking for has been here the whole time. Then something about short skirts and t-shirts, I don’t fucking know.

And that’s when Cassie knew. Cassie Howard was in love with Y/N Y/L/N.

Then the infamous night happened, where everything came pouring out...literally. It was raining outside. 

Your phone buzzed with a text and your heart stopped at the name that popped up onto your phone. 

With a text that read meet me outside. You looked outside your window and saw the raindrops that stained your window pane. And made out the small figure that is the blonde girl. 

You grabbed a hoodie from your closet before running downstairs and to the middle of the street.

“Cassie! What are you doing? It is pouring!” you yell the hood covering your head.

You stepped closer to her throwing the hoodie you grabbed from your closet over her head. She was standing there wearing nothing, but a long sleeve shirt and jeans. 

“You still care about me?” she asks barely above a whisper voice.

You let out a sigh, “Just because we stopped talking doesn’t mean I stopped caring.” 

Out of nowhere Cassie pulled you closer to her by the waist placing her lips on yours. You didn’t kiss back at first, but it didn’t take you long to kiss her back. Your two lips moving in perfect motion, you only pulled away when you felt like you were gonna pass out.

“I love you. I always have and I’m sorry I took you for granted. And I’m sorry I didn’t see that you were right in front of me all along. I love you. I am so sorry-” she was about to go on, but you cut her off with a quicker kiss.

She smiles into the kiss before pulling away, “I love you so much, but this was very dramatic.” you whisper with a smile that matched Cassie’s.

She giggled lightly before pecking your nose.

[sheriffgrimes-archerdixon]

Request: hello amber! Can I have one where Simon and the saviours throw Y/n over the bridge instead of that man (you know the episode where rick and the group pass by the bridge and the saviours throw the guy over and he has a chain around his throat?) but instead it's Y/n- also can daryl be with the group instead of being with the saviours please... also if its possible can you add in the scene with glenn and Abraham getting killed?- you can add some other things to make it work. if you could do this for me then thank you so much!!! <3

Edit: This is a post I'm extremely proud of! Thank you so much for all the love!! I'm also now on 47 followers and holy crap that's amazing!! THANK YOU.

Welcome to Alexandria

"please..." you whimpered as one of the savours held the back of your shirt. "shut the hell up" he grumbled ignoring the soft cries coming from your mouth. "what are you going to do to me?" you asked breathing heavily. He didn't answer. No one did. "the group is heading this way! Oliver put that chain around her neck" your eyes widened and you looked at negan who was next to Simon "no please! Whatever I did I'm sorry!! Please!! Please!" you begged but negan only smiled as Oliver wrapped it around your neck. Sobs started to fall out of your mouth but you tried to compose yourself but you couldn't. You were about to die. Negan looked over the edge smirking. "now, Y/n dear all you need to do is take a deep breath in and close your eyes" your body shook but you continued to stare at negan not obeying him "go on. Do it." you shook your head and he sighed rolling his eyes "well... I gave you a chance" Negan turned around lifting his hand up bringing his hand into a fist. It all went slowly and you wished it went faster. As you were shoved forwards you were quick to inhale and hold your breath but the pain from the chain around your neck and your body dangling down caused all the air to dissappear. You let out a cry struggling for your life as you tried to get your hands out of the rope. You stared at the group infront of you "I can shoot it! Rick I can try to break the chain!" but he only shook his head "save the bullets. We need them" he muttered not taking his eyes off of you. Your vision blurred, your hearing going fuzzy as a gunshot filled the air 'am I dreaming?' you thought as you blacked out from lack of oxygen.

"daryl! I said we need the bullets!" rick yelled staring at him "this is not the time to be a dumbass rick" glenn spoke staring at your limp body. "I couldn't just let an innocent girl die!! Especially like that!" daryl responded giving glenn a nod to say thank you. Daryl ignored rick and rushed up to your body immediately taking the chain from around your neck. He stared at the red marks and shook his head listening as rick spoke to the saviours at the top. Daryl pressed two fingers against your neck checking for a pulse "got a pulse. It's weak though. We've got to get to hilltop like now" he stated anxiously. "we can't trust her" rick said his hand resting on top of his gun "oh yeah we definitely can't trust an unconscious girl!" daryl stated sarcastically. Rick sighed "fine. We'll take her back with us then but when we get to hilltop she's getting locked up" daryl picked you up bridal style his eyes staring at the orange X on your shirt frowning slightly. "I really don't trust her" rick said slowing down so he could walk beside daryl "she's harmless. It's ovbious. If she wasn't harmless then the saviours wouldn't of tried to kill her." rick nodded "where did you find that gun anyway? I didn't realise you had it as you always use your crossbow" daryl looked at rick sighing "you know back when Joe and those assholes were alive. They gave me some equipment" Rick nodded clenching his jaw at the mention of Joe. "if the RV doesn't start up then you realise we'll have to carry Maggie through the forest, right?" daryl nodded taking a deep breath "anything to get her to safety"

You felt numb. The only thing you could move was your hand. You heard muffled talking and frowned starting to try move your body "alright we've got a full boat! Let's meet the man" came an all to familiar voice and your eyes snapped open. Someone had their foot on your back and your cheek was on the rocky ground and beside you was the same group you had seen when you were chucked off the bridge. They were all on their knees looking broken and exhausted. One woman looked ill and that wasn't a good sign. She was also crying her heart out looking like she was going to pass out. "pissin' our pants yet?" came the same horrifying voice which had always made your stomach turn. "boy do I have a feelin' we're getting close" you watched as he walked out of the RV like we were his audience and he was the actor. He was a sick man. "yep. It's gonna be pee pee pants City here real soon." he held Lucille over his shoulder a grin forming on his face "which one of you pricks is the leader?" no one answered. It was just awfully silent. "it's this one. He's the guy." Simon spoke pointing at the leader of the group. He looked utterly terrified but was ovbiously trying to keep up the brave act. "hi. You're rick right? I'm negan and I do not appreciate you killing my men. Also when I sent my people to kill your people for killing my people. You killed more of my people. Not cool. Not cool. You have no idea how not cool that shit is but I think you'll be up to speed shortly" utter silence. "yeah" he smiled widely before his lips were formed into a thin line "you're so gonna regret crossing me in a few minutes" he then smiled tilting his head to the side to look more at rick "yes you are." you had a bad feeling about this. You didn't know what would happen but you knew whatever was to happen wasn't going to be good.

"give me your shit or I will kill you" Negan threatened pointing Lucille straight at rick. He grinned yet again "today was career day. We invested a lot. So you know who I am and what I can do." Negan smiled pacing back and forth the group before stopping at rick again pointing Lucille in his face "you work for me now. You have shit... You give it to me. That's your job. Now I know that is a mighty big nasty pill to swallow. But swallow it! You most certainly will!" he stated. "you rule the roost. You built something... You thought you were safe... I get it... But... The word is out. You are not safe. Not even close. In fact you're pegged. More pegged if you don't do what I want and what I want is half your shit and if that's too much you can make, find or steal more and it'll even it out sooner or later" the group was terrified. Including you. "this is your way of life now. The more you fight back harder it'll be. So someone knocks on your door... You let us in... We own that door... You try to stop us and we will knock it down" he smiled at the whole group his eyes landing on you his smile widening "ahhh my lovely Y/n... I thought I could kill you faster but I guess I was wrong... Third time lucky ay?" you closed your eyes ignoring his threats as he started talking to the others again. This wasn't going to end well.

"do you understand?" Negan asked cupping his hand around his ear bending down towards rick. "no answer? You don't really think you would get through this without gettin' punished now did you? I don't want to kill you people I just want to make that clear from the get-go. I want you to work for me. You can't do that if you're dead now can you? I'm not growing a garden... But you killed my people a whole damn lot of them. More than I'm comfortable with and for that. For that you're gonna pay" the fear swarmed you relentlessly and you tried to stop shaking "so now... I'm gonna beat the holy hell out of one of you..." he smiled before taking a threatening step towards rick swinging the bat down towards rick "this. This is Lucille and she is awesome" you clenched your jaw 'psychotic bitch' you thought to yourself glaring at negan "all this. All this is just a we can pick out which one of you gets the honour" everyone was shaking now and now you were trying to curl in on yourself as one of the saviours had pulled you onto your knees "Negan! Please don't" you whispered "oh she speaks!!" he exclaimed a wide smile on his face "p-please... We can work things out..." he shook his head chuckling "no we can't. No we can't." he smiled before walking back and forth between the group before stopping at a man with ginger hair and a ginger beard. Abraham? You had heard them talking to each other whilst passed out so you were pretty sure of their names. He leaned up showing negan that he wasn't scared and negan smiled "huh... I gotta shave this shit" he muttered rubbing his hand over his beard. He then walked over to a young boy who was Rick's son "you've got one of our guns" Negan spoke "wow you've got a lot of our guns." everyone stayed silent not saying anything "shit kid. Lighten up" if you were free you would murder negan then and there... Atleast try to "you look shitty!" you look up and glare at him. How could he talk to an ill woman like that? Asshole. "Let's just put you out of your misery right now" he raised the bat and the Asian man stood to his feet "no! No!!" he was instantly pushed back down and you felt your heart ache for the pair of them. Although negan was acting calm you could feel a storm brewing and it was not a good one. "alright listen don't any of you do that again I will shut that shit down no exceptions. First one's free it's an emotional moment... I get it... Sucks don't it? Moment you realise you don't know shit..." Negan smirked and looked between rick and the boy "this your kid right? This is definitely your kid" Negan smiled and Rick broke "just stop this!" tears blurred your vision and you closed your eyes tight knowing negan was getting at something real bad. This was going to end horribly.

"I simply cannot decide" Negan spoke pulling you out of your trance. You looked to the right then to the left seeing everyone nearly crying "I've got an idea" you immediately tried to make eye contact with negan to try and get him to quit it but he didn't even look at you. He walked towards you grinning. He pointed Lucille at you "eenie" you shook your head rapidly but he didn't pay attention. You looked down at the ground not being able to see anyone die when they didn't deserve it you just couldn't watch it. "meenie" your hands shook violently "miney" a sob fell from your mouth as you tried to find the strength to do something "mo" he continued the evil song ignoring everyone crying "my mother." Abraham. "told me" rick. "to pick" you. You sobbed your eyes filling with tears again "the very" carl "best" daryl "one" Maggie "and" michonne "you" Aaron "are" glenn "it" Abraham. You couldn't look up. You couldn't. You thought about begging. Even screaming but you knew that would land you in a terrible position. "anybody moves, anybody says anything cut the boys other eye out and feed it to his father and then we'll start. You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry. Hell you're all gonna be doin' that" he brought the bat down on Abrahams head and your mouth fell open in shock before you stared down at the ground but someone's hands gripped your face forcing you to watch "aww it's okay... Don't worry" Simon spoke into your ear and you just cried harder and harder. You watched as his head was bashed in and negan carelessly moved Lucille around causing blood to go on your cheek. You closed your eyes tight. This was all your fault and as if he read your mind Simon spoke up from behind you "they're all gonna blame you" he laughed. You watched everything else happen and it was truly like a horror movie. The Asian man's head was smashed in too and now everyone had left. All the saviours had left and left you with these people who will hate your guts. Tears streamed down your cheeks and you cried into your hands curled up on the ground. Everyone was sat in silence and all could be heard was your loud sobs along with some others. After a while you felt a hand on your shoulder and you flinched away "I-I'm sorry..." rick smiled a little bit trying to act strong "I'm rick..." you didn't answer. You couldn't. A whimper passed your lips "I'm sorry... I was the cause of this" a tear streamed down his cheek and he shook his head giving your hand a tight squeeze "no. It wasn't." he stood up and walked off talking with the others before you felt arms wrap around you and you tensed up starting to hit at the person's chest "it's okay. Shhh... I'm daryl..." he whispered keeping you close. You couldn't answer. You just couldn't. You sniffled trying to hold you cries in "I know we don't know each other but... You can let it out... Go on" he rubbed your back and you sniffled shaking your head. Daryl nodded not saying anything before he sighed softly "we don't blame you for anything..." you nodded not believing him one bit.

You had been on the road with the group for about two hours and you were keeping to yourself. "hey" you looked to your side and saw Carl. He smiled softly "you okay?" you nodded wiping your eyes trying to hide the tears but they couldn't be hidden even if you tried. Carl stopped and grabbed your hand before sighing and pulling you in for a hug. You tensed up closing your eyes holding onto the boy gently "y/n" you looked to the side to see rick and he smiled waving you over. You walked over slowly and he sighed "you probably think we blame you... Thats not true... If we did then we wouldn't be taking you with us now would we?" you shook your head. "you're strong" you said softly and he shook his head "I'm just holding it together... Ive got to for the group" you stared at him your heart aching for him and before you could stop yourself you wrapped your arms around him holding him tightly. He froze putting one arm around you "thank you" you mumbled and Rick nodded patting your back gently. You pulled away before going over to daryl again. He wrapped his arm around you but you thought nothing of it and he smiled a little bit the gates opening "this is the place we stay at... A bit of normality..." he smiled a little bit and stared at the ground before clearing his throat "this is the best we can get nowadays..." you walked through the gates daryl staying close

"welcome to alexandria."

[kanene-yaaay]

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Kanene’s note: Okay, I’m- aaaaa

I’m very proud of this one because it’s a little different of what I use to write and it was cool to try a new something. I didn’t even wrote the laughter because I was writing this next to my family and I didn’t wanted any of them asking why my characters were laughing so much xDD.

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* Switch!Émile and Switch!Remy (It is def romantic. They are married and very gay and there is a lot of kisses in it-)

* Hmmm… This is a Tickle-Fanfic! If you don’t like this kind of stuff, please look for another blog, there are plenty of amazing art in this site!! ‘u’).

* Something around 2700 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! I didn’t proofread that one very well, so I will probably be correcting a few things later. Any advice is always very, very welcome!

* Just two silly and very mean boyos being two silly, teasy and ticklish boyos. xDD

* A versão em português brasileiro irá ser escrita, ainda! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Watch a fun video, take a good rest, talk with the one that you love and drink water! Byeioo!~

                                [~*~]

- Émile ~

 He didn’t know from where this came from. In a second they were on the couch, smiling and watching Steven Universe, and in the other a cold shiver ran across his body, making him turn to his husband, just in the exact moment to see he taking off his sunglasses, locking his glare on him with those sweet, dangerously warm eyes and grin. Just like that. It took a heartbeat before Émile realized what was about to happen, a wobbly smile beginning to control his features as he felt himself almost paralyzed, Remy starting to tap his fingers on the lenses of his own glasses, his malefic smirk never fading.

 Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

 They stared each other, Émile’s gaze finally changing to his fingers, another round of goose bumps spreading across his spine, the adrenaline taking over his veins and giving him the enough strength to dash in full speed through the hall.

 Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Which leaded the poor, almost giggling, adult to his current state: hiding behind his room’s door and wishing with all his will power that this plan would really worked as well as it had when he watched in the cartoons.

 (He tried to ignore the voice in his mind reminding him how all that chases usually ended up in the end, the thought only being enough to heat his face.)

 - Émile ~ - It was in days like this that one wearing glasses could swear that Remy was a witch. Because there wasn’t any other realistic, rational and plausible explanation about how much the giggles trapped in his throat got louder, bouncier and even more difficult to control just with the slight sound of his voice, obligating their owner to press his hand further around his mouth, lightly biting the tip of his tongue. – You had better hide well, because you know what is gonna to happen when I find you, don’t you?

 Émile shook his head, his back forcing itself on the cold wall.

 Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

 - Oh, gurl, maybe you don’t even remember anymore… Now, we can’t fusion like this, can we? Let’s me remind you, then. ~ - The chased hold a pouty whine when heard these words, already feeling the beginning of a blush spread in his neck. Remy knew very well how teases could be as unbearable and unnerving as the tic… I mean, The Thing. – First, I will carry you aaaaall the way back to the couch and maybe my fingers will slip in tweaks and squeezes all over your hips, who really knows, ya know? But you better don’t squirm that much, because then I will have no escape but be obligated to bring my other hand to better hold you and just hope that this one is not more slippy then the first, right?

 Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

 - And then: The couch. Nothing different will happen there, really. I will just lay down with my extremely ticklish, helpless husband to take a nap, and, if my glorious lips will be random blessing your incredibly sensitive neck with a lot of Goodnight Kisses and my hands will keep lightly scratching, squeezing and poking all the length of your sides, sometimes even giving a little attention to your hips, because no way in hell I will be sleeping in a hard pillow, it’s none of your business, giggly boi. – Émile couldn’t help nor stop the pitched squeal that escaped from his mouth, eyes widening and breathing immediately stopping, the others giggles also begging to escape. - Oh, and, by the way, better keep your mouth very shushed while this. We don’t want the Tickler Master waking up, am I right?

 Silence.

 Remy’s nonchalant tune still full filling the air, which didn’t carried the sound of his steps anymore. The cartoon lover knew there was no way for him to save himself and, in a surrender act, just let his high, excited giggles run happily across the room hiding his face in flames behind his tremble hands. Seconds later, he heard the sound of his door being closed and his hide spot exposed.

 - But we both know that you just can’t contain yourself, my so poor, so defenseless lee. – Émile playfully screamed as he was lifted up in the air, quickly being carried in bridal style. He opened his eyes enough to see Remy in a bat of eyes deviating his glare from his form, the tender smile taking pieces of seconds before changing to an evil grin, fingers suddenly tweaking his kneecaps and hips, leading the carried to jump, a squeal signaling the flow of giggles that followed it.

 - Please, Remy, please!! – Each new squeeze was a snort interrupting his words, making him try to start again only to get the same result and repeat the cycle all over, resulting in a more helpless babbling than anything else. The said stopped, adjusting his hold in order to sneak his thumb in that damn spot right between his shoulder blades, switching between kneading and prodding while leading to an even more no-understandable sentence. - No there, no there, no there!!! Pleasepleaseplease-

 - Huh? Whatcha you are trying to say, hun? That I’m the most handsome husband in the entire world? That you are so sensitive that only a few squeezing and prodding are enough to transform you in a blushy, laughing mess? – The one being held felt his laughter increasing, the words spreading tingles in all his others ticklish spots, even the ones which weren’t being attacked. He shakes head, denying. – Is that you love all these teases and specially when I tickle tickle tickle you? Huh? Use your words, babe.

  – Nonononono! – Émile arched his back just to find another attack to his hips, bucking the said as Remy buzzed his fingers in the exact point where his sides and hips connected, and generating loud crackling as response. – You a- nah! You are mean mean mean!! – His arms danced to a place to another, too much occupied with the crazy sensation to really focus in stopping it, Remy increasing his efforts in order to make the snorts start to bloom amongst his laughter and squeals, no needing too much to succeed. – Remy!!!

 - Yes, gurl? Geez, you should love my name. It seems like you can’t even spent a whole real minute without saying it! – His tune was still nonchalant. However, he leaned down for a heartbeat in order to steal a peck from his beauty, giggly and cute as fuck, husband, who obtained a new shade of red creeping down his neck. Nooooice. – Anyway, what did you wanna tell me? Be quick, I still having a lot of places to knead, scratch, scribble, wriggle… This whole ‘Tickle your extremely ticklish husband, like, really, reeeeeally ticklish, like seriously, this guy is a whole tickle spot himself, a alive version of Tickle Me Elmo, and, when he became a helpless mess just tease him more and more until the big, rational, Émile Picani turns in just a poor, so poor, blushy lee.

 - REMY!!

 - What? Can’t handle the truth? Boo-hoo, then.

 Émile didn’t answered, unless you considered his fast, absolutely incoherent, stumbling words a kind of response, choosing to clench is hands in his shirt and hide his face in flames, instead. His laughing being so strong that reverberate through the attacker’s chest, who couldn’t stop feel like a villain as he stared with a gigantic grin adorning his lips the ribs that such act let defenseless. Well, he internally shrugged as he took a deep breathe, suit himself. His arms were growing tired anyway.

 Émile thought he was going to melt in any moment, the teases still heating his sensitive skin and increasing the tickles in a way that should be definitely illegal, but in the moment he felt the raspberry, spreading, taking over his nerves and T I C K L I N G he died.

 And screamed, for sure. Oh, and also gripped something while kicked and trashed as if Mabble’s life was depending on it (not his own life, of course, since he was already dead). Some part of his desperate brain noticed he was falling, but the laughter exploding from his mouth and the impossible to ignore feeling quickly expelled any other thing.

 He opened his eyes, breathless as his watery vision focused in the form mostly layed onto him, their giggles flying and filling the entire room. After some heartbeats, Remy finally got up, his hands resting on the floor and sustained the weight of his body. Their eyes met.

 - I’ve forgot how much of a kicker you are. – Émile just curled up a little more, pulling his tongue out in a very mature and hard to win, statement

 - ‘s not my fault your arms are weaken than Deadly Arms’ ones.

 - Excuse you?

 - Nuh.

 - I beg your heck pardon?

 - No, you let me fall for you. Twice. In love and on the floor. I’m ignoring you until the end of ours married days.

 - Oh, is that so? – Remy replied, adjusting his position so his hands would lay each one in the sides of his husband’s head, who immediately recognized the smile beginning to shine and exploded one more time in a flow of giggles, his arms in front of his body, attempting to conjure a kind of shield.

 - Wait wait waitwaitwait!! Nonono! – A yelp cut his sentence when a hand tweaked his thigh. - I’m sorry, I’m sorry!

 - Yep, gurl, you will b- And his threat was interrupted when Émile pushed his shirt and connected their lips, stealing his words, breath and any and every coherent thought from his head, his giggles still floating from his mouth, which leaded, if that was even possible, to the coffee lover melt further, allowing himself to be carried away by the tenderness and love, sighing and deepening the kiss.

 …Until that dirty, evil, nasty cheater digs his fucker fingers in his damn stomach, which ruined the romantic moment and absolutely did NOT made Remy Tough Picani release a half shriek half snort that DIDN’T resulted in the only one wearing glasses coos softly, excuse you.

 - Awww. – Émile gave him an innocent smile, quick turning the tables and sitting on Remy’s legs, his fingers swinging in a dance that consisted in craving his thumbs right above his waistline and vibrating his others fingers in his torso, the maddening sensations culminating to free, belly laughter escape from the ‘victim’s’ mouth. Eyes tightly closed, wrinkled nose. – What is the matter, my dear? The cool, bad boy Remy can’t take some ti-tickly tickle tickling in his tummy-yummy-yummy? Huh? Huh? Can’t he? Because he is super hype dyper sensitive, aren’t you? Yes, you are! You are!

 - OH MY GOD, SHUT UP!! – Remy could feel his face, against his own will power and threats, melt in flames. His laughter being replaced by hysterical giggling as his husband changed his technique to spidering, slowly walking his fingers up before quickly drag his nails in random patterns the way down, going up and down one time more and after that a couple more of times, always managing to catch four or five snorts. – THIS IS SO DUMB, FUCK.

 - Now, now, Mister Ticklish Master. Let’s not be a Squidward to the Tickle Monster, alright? He just wanna to hear aaaaaaall that adorably, lovely, helpless giggles of yours!! – Émile lowered down and touched their noses, his smile increasing as he felt the other’s laugh hitting his cheeks, his tune now in flying in joyful whispers. – And what a cute laughter you have! Definitely the most lovely, sweet and favorite lee of the Tickle Monster!

 - ‘m not- ‘m not cuteyourbi-nOPLEASENOTTHERE- His words stumbled in each other, specially when his shirt was lifted and a finger began to squirm and scratches his bellybutton, his legs now kicking while his hands tried to get enough strength to stop the marvelous move. However, exemplary falling as the attacker focused some quick prodding in the exposed axillaries, receiving what was suppose to be an angry snort. Émile couldn’t help but coo one more time. – I’M. NOT. – He couldn’t help the squealing cutting his sentence. - CUTE. FUCK OFF!

 Émile made a soft sound of sadness, pouting even if his husband was still with his eyes tightly closed, unable to see it.

 - Now, it’s a pity that you don’t believe in the words of your own husband. – He switched to lightly scribbles and pokes at his sides and lower ribs, making sure to rub circles in each one of them while also gave his ‘victim’ some room to breathe and understand his words.

 - Well… maybe, maybe he would… – Remy tried, really tried to frown and looks angry, but that was really hard with the giggles still interrupting his words. His body melting in the gentle, good touch. Totally against his will, for sure. - ... if his husband wasn’t being a jerk and tickling him.

 He stared directly at Émile, therefore he didn’t lose the slightest which red freckled his cheeks, smirking, wobbly that is true, but also proudly in being the only between both who managed to say ‘tickle’ without shuttering. Sadly, though, he also didn’t lose the way his eyes and smile widened, showing that the other had an idea.

 Butterflies started to panic in his stomach, especially when Émile’s gaze focused there with a ratter crazy gleam, his next phrase coming out as a soft, dangerous purring.

 - You know… all of this made the Tickle Monster a bit hungry… and he heard that some lil lil lee has a very yummy yummy tummy right here. – His hands squeezed his belly, as if to prove his point. Remy jumped, the adrenaline running all speed across his body as the words starting to weight in his brain.

 - Wait, WAIT! Émile!!! – The one being called slowly moved towards his target, ignoring the squirm and pleas from his husband, who grew more and more desperate as his attacker innocently smiled and looked at him, his head gradually lowering to his most ticklish spot. – Émile, Émile, please, I’m actually begging you. I’m begging you!! I’m cute, see? I said it!!! Émile!!!!

 - I’m listening. ~

 - No, you’re not! – His euphoric, hysteric giggles already began to take over his sentences. – No! Fuck!!

 - No? – Émile’s lips already were resting on his belly, the word sending shivers across his nerves, which was not helped by the fact that the other absently shook his head, demonstrating his saying.

 - No! No!

 - A no to ‘no’? So that is a yes?

 - nO.

 - No? But what about the ‘yes’?

 - Stop it! Oh my gosh, I’m gonna to get a bitching divorce!! It’s a no to your yes!

 - Got it! It’s a ‘no’, then?

 - Yes!

 - A yes? Okay!

 Before any other protest could fly from his mouth, a shriek did it first. And again. And again. And one more time, almost as fast as the nuzzled raspberries buzzing and the nibbles, together with the ‘nhom nhom nhom’s’ sounds, spread and madly tickled in a total oblivion to his kicks, pushes and loud, thunderous laughter painting the air.

 It didn’t took too much before the cartoon lover stopped, already aware of the other’s limits, and touched their foreheads again, Remy’s breathing and reminiscent giggles being the only thing breaking the silence which involved them in a calm, cozy, warm feeling.

 - You don’t look at me like that, your traitor. – His tune was free of any harm, his bright gaze and blushed cheeks locking his attention. Émile couldn’t help himself but kiss the pout out of his face. – And don’t you dare to kiss me. – Quick kiss. - I don’t trust in your sweet lips anymore. – Soft kiss. – They are a hell of a trap. – Giggly kiss.

 - I love you.

 Their eyes met, one more time, and Remy finally gave up, swimming in that deep, caring moment. Their hands intertwined themselves.

 - I love you, too. – He lightly poked Émile’s ribs, winning a yelp before receiving the same treatment. – But only sometimes.

 - Uh huh.

 - What? It’s the truth!

 - Sure it is, dear.

 Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

 Their heart did, beating in unison.

[alehaj15]

Beautiful evening after a rough day

Klaus Mikaelson x reader

Imagine: It's beautiful evening and both of you would like some time for your relationship.

Warning: only fluff

MASTERLIST

It was a hard day today. Well, which one isn't when you're in love with a hybrid with like thousand foes who want to kill him and anybody he cares about. Today, it wasn't any long-ago-pissed witch nor a furious werewold who tried to kill you. No, today, it was, especially, some weird guy with his 'gang', who later turned out to be a vampire with intentions to kill you because he heard you're still human. And while Klaus wasn't nearby, because of your heated argument about him following you everywhere, litteraly everywhere, and after which you told him to leave you alone, he gave it a shot. Unfortunately for him, Klaus did exactly why you were mad at him. He followed you there, eventhough you told him not to, just because of situations like this. He knew if something happened to you, he couldn't live with the fact he wasn't there for you. So as soon he saw something going the wrong way, he stepped in and ripped all of their hearts out. Classic Klaus. You were pissed, however you were thankful he didn't obey your forbiddance and saved you. Again.

It was a beautiful evening. You were standing at the balcony, looking on the streets filled with music, food and joy. Since your arrival, you didn't tell a word to anyone, nor Elijah nor Rebekah. Everyone was worried, if you're okay, but wasn't sure to ask, so they just stood there for a while. Klaus was standing behind you leaning against the wall. He signed his siblings to leave you two alone. When Elijah and Rebekah left, he came to you and stood next to you, also enjoying the view.

 ''Thank you, Klaus.'' you said, still looking over the buildings of the city.

 ''You don't have to thank me, you know that i would do anything for you.'' he looked at you with a little relieved look.

 ''Even not listen to my word, when i told you to leave me alone.'' you chuckled a little and lowered your head.

 ''I couldn't let anything ha-''

 ''I know. That's what i thanked you for.'' you cut him and turned to face him. He looked so helpless you pitied him. The big bad immortal and untouchable hybrid feared by everyone, was destoryed just by an imagination of you, meaningless human, getting hurt or worse, killed. You saw how fragile he was with you, but you knew if you'd break up with him, you'd hurt him like nothing ever could and he'd became either a maniac ripping apart anyone who'd cross his way or a broken man who'd wish for death. These thoughts were killing you. So the only job you had was to stay alive.

 ''I'm sorry, i just didn't realise how much you cared about me.'' you admitted guiltily.

 ''I thought it was pretty obvious.'' he chuckled and so did you.

 ''Well, i'm such a dumbass.'' you sighed with a small chuckle.

 ''Don't you ever dare to talk about yourself like this, love.'' he said little bit angrily ''Whatever you do, whatever you screw up, you're not a dumbass. Those idiots who attacked you were dumbasses by daring to hurt you.'' you looked at him with your eyes filled with tears.

 ''Don't cry love, it hurts me to see you like this.'' he said while a tear falling from his cheek. ''Let's do something less deadlier, shall we?'' he lifted your head and wiped out those salty tears. ''I heard you playin' back in the day, think you could play something nice for me?'' he said while pointing his eyes on the piano standing in the corner of your common room.

 ''What do you want me to play?'' you asked.

 ''The choice is yours, love.'' he hugged you and let you to go sit behind the piano.

You started to play Fire on fire *(link to piano version). He was watching you for a while and then used his supernatural speed to bring himself a canvas with a pallet full of colours. You immediately stopped playing in thought something bad happened.

 ''Oh, don't mind me love, just go on, it's beautiful.'' he looked at you and by the look on his face you couldn't even say how much he loves you. You didn't even had to, you were looking at him the exactly same way. There were no more words needed.

 ''What are you painting?'' you asked while playing those keys.

 ''Don't worry, you'll see when it's done.'' he replied with a smirk.

You kept playing for a while. It was a beautiful evening, finally without anyone trying to kill either of you. Just you, music and the love of your life.

 ''Close your eyes.'' you heard a masculine voice from behind the canvas. And so you did to prove him you trust him with your life, as you really do. He came to you, sat by your side and placed on the egde of the piano a still quite wet canvas.

 ''Now, you shall open them.'' so you did. You saw a beautiful painting of yourself behind the piano. It was even more beautiful because Klaus painted it for you.

 ''So, what do you think?'' he asked with a hope in his eyes. He knew you adore his art in every way, but he just wanted to be sure. You remained quietly admiring that piece of art in front of you.

 ''What can i say? It's gorgeous.'' you looked in his lovely deep blue eyes and kissed him while your hands were running through his curls. He attached his lips to yours and grabbed you by your waist while kissing you passionately.

 ''We should do this more often, shouldn't we?'' he asked

 ''When everyone out there wants me dead? I'm pretty sure we should.'' you chuckled while continuing kissing him. He got up, took that magnificient painting and put it on a shelf where it could be seen from every angle.

 ''The more moments like this we have, the more paintings of your ravishing form i'll make.'' he said and then picked you up from that small chair from behind the piano and took you to your bed by the bridal style. You didn't take your eyes off him till he lay next to you. You leaned towards him and kissed him passionately once again.

 ''I love you so much, Klaus.'' you said while getting the closest you could to him, placing a hand on his chest and drawing some shapes.

 ''Love, i guess we've already been through this.'' he started ''There is no person who loves more than i love you.''

 ''Don't be so sure.'' you chuckled as you slowly fell asleep.

 ''You bet i am.'' those were the last words you heard form him as you fell asleep in his warming hug. He could hear your heartbeat slowing so he assumed, it's time for him to fall asleep as well.

[mon-dayragingslut4monstaxday6]

This is the first episode of a Drama titled Korean Boyfriend.

Cast:

Park Mi Sook: (reader/ reader’s interpretation)

Lee Chan Young: Park Seo Joon

Euhn Jeong Ja: Park Min Ji

Choo Dae Hyun: TBD

Word count: 3k

Warnings: none(?)

I’ve been in Seoul for a week now. The biggest move of my life. I lived in the United States since birth, but I’ve vacationed here before. Got an opportunity of a lifetime from my job, to transfer to the South Korea location. A good friend of mine and I got to find a place together, but the expenses got a little much, on top of paying off my student loans. 

To clean the slate of my debt, I got into sugaring. I got the suggestion from my friend, who juggles between a few Sugar Daddies, to afford going to school for another bachelor's degree. Out of all my options, I only stuck to one, a restaurant mogul in South Korea. I kept things smart, keeping things strictly online. He offered to fly me to visit him, but I kindly declined the offer. I’m not ready to get physical with him. I’m not a virgin, I’m just not ready for the sex. For declining the visit, I had to really make it up to him. He hasn't been aggressive to me, but I could see the potential. I wouldn't necessarily say I'm afraid of him, but his wealth is intimidating.

After moving to Seoul, and after completely paying off my expenses, I kept contact with him, but I refused to tell him I moved. If he knew I moved, he would want to meet. I want to cut things off with him, but with the contract, I have to live with this for another few months to fulfill the year long commitment.

Staying in hiding is getting old. Jeong Ja and I have been spending too much time unpacking, we deserve a break. Changing into our best outfits, we head out into Itaewon to go clubbing. Time to get our drink on! 

The first club feels like a drag, couldn’t vibe with the music. A second club, the drink selection was too limited. Then naturally, the third one was just right. The music was hype, the drink selection is full, and the people look more approachable.

We pound some drinks and head to the dance floor. We dance like idiots, we’re not appeasing to these people, who cares.

I feel like there’s eyes on me. Is it because I’m dancing like an idiot or because I’m dressed more American? 

I sign to Jeong Ja, telling her that there are some guys who are looking at us. She looks around and jokingly signs about her disgust. Using American Sign Language outside of the United States has its perks. I let her know I’m going back to the bar to get another drink.

At the bar, I order some water. I can’t have this alcohol hit all at once. I lean against the counter while I sip my water. Phew, I’m getting warm! Someone freakishly tall stands beside me and orders a beer. He must be at least six feet tall!

“Are you American?”, the man asks, in a thick Korean accent. I roll my eyes from the assumption. I look up to meet his eyes and holy shit he’s handsome! A delicious jawline, high cheekbones, a fucking sexy adam’s apple, straight full brows, and sweet eye smile.

I point to myself to see if he was asking me. He nods. His lips are full, his bottom lip tempting me to pull it between my own. His lips would feel beautiful on my neck or chest. Snap out of it! I can’t be this touch starved!

“How did you know?”, I bashfully look away.

“I recognized a sign you did with your friend”, he rubs his thumb along his beer bottle.

“You know American Sign Language?”, I gasped excitedly.

“Only a few signs that I picked up from coworkers”, he elaborates. So, he works with people who spent time in the states. Probably is in the business industry.

“Have you ever been to the states?”, I start small talk.

“Myself, no. Have you been to South Korea before?”, he raises his eyebrows before sipping his beer. I feel a sweat droplet fall down my forehead. How am I so warm? I dab the sweat off with my knuckles.

“Every few years I would come here to see relatives, I recently moved here for work”, I drink more water to cool myself down. I’ve been out clubbing before, I should be used to the body heat.

“Congratulations”, he nods, holding up his beer to cheers. We clink our drinks. I see the size comparison of our hands. Am I really imagining his hand wrapped around my throat or squeezing my breast or ass? I shamelessly am.

“But I’m still new to Itaewon, maybe you can show me around?”, I propose. Oh goodness, did I just nonchalantly ask him out? He’s surprised by my abrupt question, but is impressed by my gumption. He shouldn't be shocked, American girls can make the first move.

“Really?”, he wonders.

“To be honest, I’m feeling really warm and would love some air”, I sigh, fanning myself. I stumble from being a natural cluts, he doesn’t hesitate to grab my arm to keep me from falling. His strong grip only enhances the fantasy of his hands on my body.

“Are you ok?”, he worries.

“I am, I just need some air”, I laugh it off. Damn, I never was this much of a lightweight. He escorts me out of the club, leaving his beer behind, and immediately sitting me down on a bench. I need to text Jeong Ja! I grab my phone from my pocket.

“How are you feeling?”, the kind, handsome stranger continues to worry.

“I’m feeling fine right now”, I inhale sharply.

I’m outside of the club for some air. Don’t worry, I’m not alone, I’m with someone. I’ll see you at home! - Park Mi Sook

“What’s your name?”, I stuff my phone into my bag.

“Lee Chan Young”, he smiles. Shit, his Korean sounds sexier than his English.

“I’m Park Mi Sook, but people call me Sookie”, I grab onto my purse, nervous about sitting so close to this man.

“Sookie? How cute”, he chuckles. There’s little wrinkles that fan his eyes when he smiles. Seeing him illuminated by the streetlights and neon lights from the various bars and restaurants gives me a new perspective of him. His white dress shirt perfectly hugs his body. I could tell he has defined pecs under that shirt. The touch of pink from a neon sign above us gives him a softer look. I can feel the depth of his eyes. I can see my reflection vividly in the dark pearls. The sparkle from the string lights across the street add something special to his eyes.

“Tell me about yourself, Chan Young”, I rest my elbow on my knee, holding my head up. That's when I knew, I'm fucked up.

“What do you want to know?”, his face relaxes.

“What do you do, what was your life like, where do you see yourself in five years, what’s your biggest regret, blah blah blah”, I list.

“Why me?”, he continues.

“You approached me, remember?”, I tease. He gives me a cheeky grin, leans back onto the bench.

"I work in architecture under my family's firm, expected to take over in ten years or so when my father retires. A lot happened in my 27 years of life, but I don't really have any regrets", Chan Young confesses, running his fingers through his hair. A man of mystery, huh? No worries, he might be reserved, I can respect that. I'd love to learn more about him.

"What about you?", He changes direction of the conversation.

"I studied journalism, got here to be an editor for a magazine. I was pretty average growing up, nothing too special. I hope to be chief editor of the magazine in five years. My biggest regret is dying my hair green my first term of college, I should've gone with blue", I reveal, giggling like a drunk idiot. The neon lights are getting blurry, my mind is getting fuzzy. I sway in my seat, helplessly. Chan Young holds me by my shoulders to keep my back straight. I whine from my lack of control.

"I never was this much of a lightweight", I groan. Chan Young bites back a smile.

"I'm stronger than this", I mumble, fighting back tears. He notices my quivering lip. Scooting closer to me, Chan Young rests my head on his shoulder, patting my back. Don't cry, don't cry! Mama didn't raise you to cry in front of strangers! I miss mama. I wish her and dad moved to Seoul with me. Dammit, I'm happy that I wore waterproof mascara tonight.

"Excuse me, what are you doing to my girl!", Jeong Ja shouts from afar. Chan Young flinches, but keeps my head still.

"I'm sorry?", Chan Young panics. She runs to us, holding up a hand, threatening to slap him. I wave at her to stop.

"Jeong Ja, don't", I babble. She finally gets a good look at him and stops her temptation of wrath.

"Sookie, a-are you ok?", She notices the tear streaks down my cheeks.

"Did you do this?!", Jeong Ja points to Chan Young.

"No, I'm just drunk. We were talking", I pat his chest. Damn, it's firm.

"Hope the talk was good, I'm taking you home", she grabs my hand.

"No!", I shout.

"Please don't move me, I don't feel so good", I warn her. Chan Young immediately balls up my hair and feels my forehead.

"You're warm, let me take you to an open area", Chan Young murmurs. He lifts me, bridal style, and keeps my head elevated. Surprised by the sudden movement, I take a deep breath to prevent myself from hurling. Chan Young takes diligent steps, finding a nice open space for me to breathe. Jeong Ja follows us, worried he'll drop me.

"How are you feeling?", He smiles. His face looks better up close. I give him a thumbs up, I'm too scared to talk. He finds a nice secluded bench outside of the crowded neighborhoods. He lowers me down so I can stand up, holding my hair in a bundle so I can have a breeze on my neck.

"You will feel better if you throw up", Chan Young advises. How is he so nice to me? Why?

"Why are you so nice?", I mumble.

"Are you trying to fuck me?", I blurt out, making Jeong Ja burst into laughter. I never saw anyone blush faster than Chan Young. I grin from cheek to cheek.

"I'm kidding!", I cackle. He's so tall that my head is eye level to his chest. He's choking on his words. I'm swaying side to side, almost tripping on my feet. He grabs my shoulders to keep me still.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry. I overstepped. This isn't me", I ramble. Chan Young notices my anxious plea. He cups my cheek and lifts my head to meet his eyes. There's a chuckle under his breath. His smile is so charming, I almost forget I'm on the verge of throwing up.

"Mi Sook, how are you this cute?", Chan Young whispers. Fuck, don't puke, don't puke. I cover my mouth, heaving.

"I'm cute?", I ask, muffled.

"I'm going to go get some water", Jeong Ja got the hint to leave.

"You think I'm cute?", I hiccup.

"You're very cute", he compliments.

"Even though I'm going to throw up?", I exhale.

"Yes", he chuckles. I want to kiss him. I grab his hands off my shoulders. His hands are firm, but soft to the touch. Nope, nope, I'm going to puke. Where can I go, I can't puke on him! There's a bench, no. A lamp post? No. A tree? A tree will do! I lunge to the tree. Holding onto the trunk, I vomit the variety of colors that I drank tonight. Chan Young soothingly rubs my back with one hand while the other keeps the hair away from my face.

"This fucking sucks", I dry heave.

"You're doing great, Sookie", Chan Young comforts.

"I shouldn't have drank", I groan before hurling once more..

“It’s ok, aein”, Chan Young softens. Did I hear him correctly?

“I’m sorry you’re here, Chan Young”, I apologize, wanting to wipe my mouth.

“Don’t be sorry, I’m happy to help”, he continues. Why is he so sweet? We just met. He has no reason to be nice to me. Unless he’s that desperate for a hookup. Would he be desperate enough to hook up after I vomit? Gross. Am I interested in seeing him after this? Absolutely. Would I consider...having him stay the night tonight if I didn’t vomit in front of him? Yes.

“You can go home”, I cry out.

“I don’t want to leave you alone”, Chan Young refuses. I hurl one more time and I'm confident that I'm done. I feel a lot better. I spit out whatever is left in my mouth. I got some strength back. I straighten my back and stretch.

"How are you feeling?", Chan Young wonders, still holding onto me in case I'm not as strong as I feel.

"I feel better. Not great, but I feel better", I assure. Jeong Ja comes back with a bag full of water bottles. She hands Chan Young and I each a bottle. I gargle a mouth full of water and spit it out, washing out my bad choices.

"Chan Young, this is Euhn Jeong Ja. Jeong Ja, this is Lee Chan Young", I introduce. Jeong Ja squints her eyes, suspicious of Chan Young and his intentions.

"Listen, boy. I'm her best friend, hurt her and I won't hesitate to kick your ass", Jeong Ja threatens.

"He's not hurting me. He's a very good guy", I scoff. Chan Young is flattered by the compliment.

"And how do you know?", She asks me.

"I have been puking here for like five minutes and he held my hair up and rubbed my back. He's a gentleman", I point to him.

"You look like you needed help", Chan Young defends himself.

"And thank you", I thank him. Jeong Ja hands me a tissue from the grocery bag to wipe my mouth.

"Let me take you home. So I know you got there safe", Chan Young offers.

"Fine. No one would try to snatch us if they saw you with us", Jeong Ja rolls her eyes, accepting the offer.

"Hey, be nice", I shoo at her.

"Oh please, he wants you. I don't have to be nice", Jeong Ja teases. Chan Young gets bashful and runs his fingers through his hair.

"I'm just joking, you're fine", Jeong Ja laughs. I get a buzz in my purse, must've gotten a text. I swiftly check to see the notification.

It's been a while, darling. I expect to hear from you soon, wearing that robe I got you. -Choo Dae Hyun

Fuck. He's going to catch on that I moved.

I'll make it up to you. - Park Mi Sook

I have to think of something. I can't keep this lie.

"Are you ok?", Chan Young catches my attention. I hide my phone.

"Me? I'm fine, the light just hurt my eyes", I laugh it off. Chan Young reaches out his hand, inviting me to take it.

"Let's go, you seem tired", he smiles. Maybe things can be different. I want to know more about this man. What made him so caring? Does he do this often? Was it his family that raised him to be good or was it on his own accord? Is he single, is he in a relationship? Not that I could see myself dating him, he's too good for me.

I take his hand and lead the way to the closest bus stop. We make small talk while we wait for the bus. I learned he's an only child, same as me. Although he never visited the United States, his parents often have. I told him I'm left-handed, but my parents were in denial for the first five years of my life, he got a kick out of that. We talked about college and funny stories we had from the parties. The bus picked us up and the conversation continued, laughing at funny embarrassing stories. Jeong Ja sadly was more of a third wheel, but she participated in the conversation. Although I'm learning quite a bit about him, there's still a lot missing.

The bus ride was brief, but we took him to our apartment, gave him a little tour. He commented on how cutely decorated it was. Jeong Ja and I have a thing for cute animals and soft pastels.

Jeong Ja immediately heads to her room, waving goodbye to Chan Young and I.

It's just us now. What do I say?

I go to the kitchen, hoping to find a good snack to munch on.

"Would you like something to eat?", I offer, opening the fridge.

"No, thank you. The water was enough for me", Chan Young declines. I close the fridge, wondering how I could get him to stay. Chan Young wanders to the kitchen, leaning against the counter, crossing his arms.

"It's pretty late, you can stay on the couch for tonight if you want", I continue, my voice shaking.

"I'm fine", he shrugs.

"Do you want me to stay?", he mumbles.

"If you don't want to stay, you don't have to", I choke.

"You just need some sleep", Chan Young whispers. I do. I do need some sleep.

"If I didn't throw up, would you have kissed me tonight?", I bow my head, looking at our feet. A soft chuckle hums in his throat.

"I would have", he assures. My hands tremble from the thought.

"I guess another time then", I turn to hide my growing smile. Chan Young steps in front of me and lifts my head by holding my cheeks in his palms.

"Till then", he whispers. He leans in, leaving me speechless. The tips of our noses touch. He shakes his head to give me a nose kiss. I could see the terror on my face in the reflection of his eyes. What I would give to kiss those lips. Just once.

Without sharing another word, Chan Young kindly leaves my apartment. Dammit, I realize now we didn't exchange numbers before he left! I guess if we see each other again then it'll be meant to be. Seoul is a big city, I doubt I'll see him. At least we'll have tonight to reminisce on.

[dreamofkpop]

twisted

Stray Kids 10th member AU

Charlie x Stray Kids 

warnings: probably quite inaccurate in terms of healing and stuff, i’m just going off of what I've seen online. feel free to correct me

Requested by @xubaobi // requests are open!! 

(gif not mine! credit to owner!) 

~

December 5th 

“D’you think the show will still go on?” Charlie walked up beside Chan and looked up at him. 

The leader hesitated for a moment, eventually nodding. “I think so. I mean all the fans are already here and besides it’s just a little rain.” 

She sighed at his words, watching as the crew members attempted to dry the stage although it was still raining. 

True to Chan’s words the show still went on, the rain slowed down a bit as it went on but not enough leaving the idols slightly drenched as they left they left the stage. 

Charlie stood off to the side, watching the performances and growing concerned each time an idol slipped or fell which in turn made her more nervous. 

The group’s time to perform was drawing nearer so they made their way towards the side of the stage, Charlie trailed at the back of the group with her head down as she went over the choreography in her head. 

“Okay, you guys are up next” A crew member informed them before rushing off to deal with another task they had. 

After lightly stretching some more and doing the regular chant they did the 9 of them walked onto the stage and got ready to perform. Luckily for most of the boys their shoes had good grip so they weren’t as likely to slip. 

The song quickly started and they began performing, giving their best despite the weather. 

As the performance went on it was getting gradually harder to keep two feet on the ground, at one point Jeongin had to grab Charlie’s arm as they crossed over each other to stop her from falling. 

Unfortunately when Charlie went to do one of the moves she found particularly difficult her foot slipped on one of the small puddles on the stage and landed in the wrong position, waves of pain shooting up her leg. She fell and her knees hit the stage with a hard bang.

‘Keep going, keep going...performances almost over..’ She thought to herself, blinking back the tears that pricked in the corners of her eyes and pushed herself back onto her feet. 

She was focused on keeping her voice strong and not show she was in pain as she sung that she the concerned looks she was getting from the boys, who were also sharing looks of equal concern. 

Despite the burning pain in her ankle Charlie kept performing, her left hand balled into a fist that made her nails dig into the skin of her palm. 

Luckily the performance ended not soon after and as the lights went down and the crown began to cheer Charlie’s legs gave out underneath her and she crumpled to the floor, not caring how here clothes became damp as she finally let the tears flow. 

The boys crowded around her while Chan and Changbin crouched to her level, the older gently placing his hand on her back. The two looked up at each other, agreeing what to do without even talking. 

“Charlie, hey, listen to me babe. I know whatever you just did was bad and it must really hurt but you have to try and get up okay?” Chan spoke as softly as he could over the loud audience.

Weakly nodding at his words, Charlie pushed herself up onto her knees then placed her uninjured foot flat on her floor. As she placed her bad foot down, the tiny bit of pressure sent another wave of pain and caused her to buckle.

Before she could fall Changbin reached out and grabbed hold of her, one of his arms slid around her back and the other hooked under her legs so he was carrying her bridal style. 

“Jeez have you gotten lighter?” He mumbled as they group finally got off the stage, rushing backstage. Changbin hurried over to the couch and set her down, unwinding Charlie’s arms from her neck. 

A crew member quickly walked towards the boys and turned to Chan who was talking to their manager. “The medic is on their way” 

Charlie slowly pushed herself up into a sitting position before unlacing her shoe and carefully pulled her shoe off along with her sock, hissing as her ankle bent.

She rolled up her trouser leg and her eyes widened, from behind her a couple of the boys gasped. There was a lump on her ankle, the skin purple and bruised and every time her ankle moved the slightest it caused pain. 

“Your ankle looks broken..” Felix said as he sat on the arm of the couch, raising his hands in defense as Changbin whacked his leg and shot him a glare. “Hey i’m only guessing!” He defended himself. 

“Yeah well right now your guesses aren’t needed” Charlie huffed, her eyes still locked onto her ankle. “And if it’s actually broken, i’m blaming you for jinxing it” She turned her head and glared at the boy. 

The medic arrived quicker then expected and the boys all backed up to give her some room as she crouched next to Charlie and gave her a seemingly comforting smile. 

Chan, who was originally stood beside their manager, had moved and taken Felix’s spot on the armrest and placed his hand on her shoulder. 

The woman gently took Charlie’s ankle into her hand, sending the girl a sympathetic look when she winced. “Okay, tell me if this hurts” She gently pressed on different spots of Charlie’s ankle, a harsh wince coming from her as the woman pressed on the bruise. 

After a few more tests and questions the medic took an elastic bandage from her medical bag and unraveled it along with an ice pack. “I’m going to wrap this around your ankle and you should take it off once the swelling has gone down..” She spoke as she started gently wrapped the material around Charlie’s ankle. “Keep the ice pack on your injury for 15 to 20 minutes and repeat that every three hours while you’re awake” 

Once the medic was done, she packed up her stuff and stood up then turned to their manager. “She needs to rest her ankle and keep it elevated and avoid any activities that’ll potentially damage it further so no performances or dancing until she is able to put pressure on it again. The sprain isn’t too major so it’ll take two or three weeks to heal.” 

As the medic continued to speak Charlie zoned out and leaned back on the couch, blankly staring at the wall. 

“Hey...”

Snapping back to reality she watched as Chan sat down on the edge of the couch and placed his hand on her knee, a small smile on his lips. “Why did you keep dancing?” 

Charlie shrugged. “I didn’t want to disrupt the performance and make a scene..” 

“But you continued dancing and look where it’s left you, your ankle wouldn't be as bad if you stopped...” He sighed and lifted his hand, ruffling her hair. “Oh Charlie what am i gonna do with you?” 

When the medic left their manager walked over and crouched by the couch. “One of the boys may have to carry you back to the car and into your dorm, do you still have the crutches the hospital gave you before?” He asked. 

She nodded and pouted. “I don’t wanna use them..” Charlie whined. “They’re annoying and tedious” 

The man shrugged and at her. “Sorry Charlie but it’s what you’ll have to do unless you want to hurt yourself even more” 

Jeongin had collected Charlie’s stuff for her and kept it with him, her bag hanging off one of his shoulders and her coat bundled in his hands.

Once they were able to leave the boys left first, Charlie swung her legs off of the couch and huffed as Changbin walked over. “Are you seriously going to carry me?” 

“Is there a problem with that?” He asked. 

“I’m heavy, carrying me will hurt your back!” 

Changbin raised his eyebrow at her. “You think you’re heavy? Charlie, love, you are the exact opposite of that.” His lips then curled up into a smirk and he flexed his arms. “Plus i’m incredibly strong” 

She rolled her eyes at him and scoffed. “Now that’s self confidence right there. Fine, let’s go, i’m really tired” 

He crouched in front of Charlie and she climbed onto his back and wrapped her arms around his neck. As he stood back up his hands held onto her legs tightly. 

“See? Strong!” He beamed as they walked out of the door and through the building towards the exits. The wind hit them first as they stepped out of the building, the cold made Charlie shiver and hide her face in the crook of Changbin’s neck. 

The boys were already in the cars, two available seats left for Changbin and Charlie. 

“You need to get down you can get into the car” Changbin giggled and tapped Charlie’s leg. She huffed and hopped off of his back, landing on one foot, she hopped into the car and clambered onto the middle seat. 

The car began moving and Charlie felt a tap to her arm, she turned to face Changbin with a questioning look on her face. “Hm?”

He reached over and gently grabbed her legs, pulling them into his lap. “Doctor said to keep your leg elevated” He finally said, flashing her a smile. 

// Once back at the dorms the boys hurriedly shuffled into the building to escape the cold. Charlie was back on Changbin’s back, half asleep with her head tucked into the crook of his neck

The 9 of them piled into the dorm and went off to do their own things, Changbin making a b-line towards Charlie’s room an carefully laid her own onto her bed, unwinding the tired girl’s arms from around his neck. 

“Get some sleep, i’ll get you some painkillers for when you wake up. sound good?” He hummed, gently running his fingers through her hair. 

Charlie mumbled a ‘yeah’ and leaned into his touch making the older boy laugh. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, wishing her a good sleep before standing and walking out of the door. 

~

December 9th

A couple days later and the bruising around her ankle had become more prominent, the area still swollen. Charlie had practically been on bed rest with the boys offering to do things for her, the crutches she already had propped up by her bed so she could still move about. 

“Why can’t i come to practice? I’ll just site there and watch. Please, it’s so boring being stuck here all day everyday” She complained, hobbling along on said crutches behind Chan as he made his way to the kitchen. 

The leader groaned and turned to face her. “The doctor said you needed rest, so you’re staying here until your ankle is better, okay?” 

She scowled at him, her lips pushing out into a pout. Chan looked down at her and laughed, raising his hand to ruffle her hair and pinch her cheek. “Aww~ Look at you! Cutiee” 

“Shut up” Charlie grumbled, shaking her head to sort out her hair. 

“Go on, go and rest” Chan smiled and pointed in the direction of her bedroom. 

Rolling her eyes, Charlie turned on her heels and headed towards her room, muttering under her breath as she did so. 

“I’ll bring you back some food!” Was the last thing she heard Chan call out before she harshly pushed her door closed with one of the crutches. //

Once the boys had all gone to practice after individually saying bye to Charlie before they left she gathered all the blankets she could haul over her shoulders and hopped into the living room. 

With all the blanket on the couch and a few pillows, one keeping her foot propped up Charlie switched on the TV and put on Netflix, deciding to binge a new series for the rest of the day. The curtains were all closed and the lights were switched off, she had a bag of popcorn in her lap and the hoodie that covered her frame was at least two sizes too big. 

And that was how she stayed until the boys came trudging through the door at 10:30 PM, most off them disappearing off to their respective rooms while Hyunjin crashed on the floor in front of Charlie and Chan sat on the spare seat beside her on the couch. 

“How’s your ankle feeling?” He asked, leaning back on the seat. 

Charlie shrugged. “Getting better, not as swollen or bruised and i can put a little bit of weight on it.” 

A tap to her hand made her look down at Hyunjin who picked up her hand and placed it on the top of his head. Charlie giggled at him and began gently carding her fingers through his slightly sweaty hair. 

Later in the evening it was nearing three in the morning and too Charlie’s knowledge she was the only one left awake in the dorm. She had her legs swung over her bed, staring down at her bandage clad ankle. 

Her eyes drifted to the crutches propped up against her desk on the opposite side of the room and with a short breath she slowly pushed herself to her feet, her hand gripping the edge of her bedside table.

Slowly she limped over to the desk, her ankle burning slightly as she tried to put the smallest amount of pressure on it. 

“That didn’t hurt too bad...maybe it’s getting better quickly..” She spoke out loud, carefully placing her foot flat on the floor. Her hands hesitated to grab the crutches, hovering in thin air. “Forget it, i can walk without them...”

On her way through the house heading towards the kitchen Charlie had her hands pressed into the wall for support, her eyes trained on the floor in front of her. 

Surprisingly, her ankle only hurt if she leaned on it, so the trip wasn’t as painful as she thought it would be although there was still a dull ache. 

Eventually getting to the kitchen, Charlie’s eyes were still trained to the floor so she didn’t notice the dim light coming from the corner of the room and the person sat there. They were slowly pulled away from their work, watching Charlie with a concerned face. 

“What are you doing?” 

The voice made Charlie jump, the glass in her hand hitting the counter with a clink as she spun around. A light suddenly turned on and Changbin’s face came into full view. 

“Couldn’t sleep, i was getting a drink. Why are you still awake?” She spun back around and grabbed the fallen glass, avoiding his eyes as she limped over to the sink. 

Upon noticing the lack of crutches near her, Changbin pushed himself off of the chair and walked over. “You shouldn’t be walking, you’re gonna hurt yourself even more” his voice was laced with concern.

Gulping down the water, Charlie rolled her eyes. “I’m fine, don’t overreact” She placed the glass in the sink and turned around to face him. “It’s not like i’m gonna put full weight on it, i’m not stupid” 

“I know just- Charlie you putting any weight on your ankle is going to make it worse, you need to start looking after yourself and being more careful, seriously” He huffed, running a hand over his face. 

“Yeah yeah i know and i will! I was too lazy to get the crutches and they get on my nerves” 

“Well you have to start using them unless you want to end up with a broken ankle and be stuck here for even longer” Changbin reasoned, making Charlie sigh. 

Tapping her hands on the counter, She cleared her throat and looked back up. “Might as well head back to bed, gotta get some sleep in, you should probably do that too” 

Before she could even think of moving Changbin held his hand out, making Charlie look up at him weirdly. 

“What? You really think i’m gonna let you walk back to bed?” 

Charlie huffed. “Kinda, i don’t see how you’re get-” 

She was cut off, a yelp involuntarily falling from her lips when Changbin stepped over and picked her up bridal style then began to walk out, her arms immediately winding around his neck. 

“I hate you” She whined, turning her head to bury it into the fabric of his shirt. 

Changbin laughed, his grip tightening slightly. “Ha, sure you do princess, if you hated me you wouldn’t be wearing my hoodie” His lips curled up into a smirk as he knocked the door to her room open with his hip.  

He carefully set her down on her bed, the smirk still painting his lips when noticed the pink tinting her cheeks. 

“It was the only hoodie i could find plus it’s big and comfy.” 

“I’m never getting it back am i?” Changbin questioned, sitting down in the edge of her bed, leaning back on his hands. 

Charlie shrugged as she climbed under the covers and propped her foot up on the pillow underneath the cover. “We’ll see”

~

December 12th 

Charlie sat in the uncomfortable chair as the doctor looked over her ankle and talked on and on. 

“The swelling seems to have gone down completely and there is only a little bit of bruising left, does it still hurt to put any kind of pressure on it or walk normally?” The woman looked up and tilted her head. 

“No not really” Charlie shook her head. “I can walk on it but there a little bit of a like...ache? When i walk but it’s nothing i can’t bare” 

She watched as the doctor and discarded the bandage that had been wrapped around her ankle. “So d’you think i’m okay to go back to practice again? And performing?” 

The doctor chuckled as she sat back down in her chair. “You seem quite eager to get back on stage. Stay off for a few more days and continue to use your crutches when you need them, other then that you can slowly begin to walk again and come off of the crutches once you’re comfortable again. Sound good?”

Charlie nodded as she pulled her sock on and her shoe, shuffling to her feet and taking hold of the crutches. “Yes, thank you ma’am” 

Once she was out of the room and the building the first thing Charlie saw was Chan leaned against the car they’d arrived in, tapping away at his phone. She walked over and lifted the right crutch to tap on his leg. 

“hey, what’s they say?” Chan slipped his phone into his pocket and pulled the door open. 

“I can come off the crutches in a few days and slowly go back into walking, A few more days off from dancing so i’m still stuck in the house” She clambered into the car and slumped into the car.

“At least it’s only a few days and not weeks...you’ll be back at practice in no time” 

The drive back to the dorm was filled with random conversation, Charlie rambling about how happy she was to finally be able to get back on her skakteboard and Chan explaining the new songs he and the rest of 3RACHA had been working on. 

“If i find out any of you have been overworking yourselves again then i will personally march down to the studio and fight you” She commented at some point, making the boy beside her laugh. 

They eventually got back to the dorm building and entered the lift, the silence being broken by Charlie leaning over to Chan and whispering to him.

“So does this mean i can come and watch practice now?”

~

Over the next two days Charlie slowly got used to walking normally again, walking carefully around the dorm, practice room and studio with the boys keep an eye out for her. Every time she winced or stumble whichever of the member’s were with her at that time would immediately focus on her.

One of the days, she was was walking up and down the practice room out of boredom. What she hadn’t notice was one of the boys’ duffel bags had been moved, her foot caught the handle and tripped her. Luckily enough Jeongin was about 2 steps away and managed to catch the girl before she hit the floor.

“Noona, are you okay?” He’d asked immediately with wide eyes, concern written all over his face.

Charlie nodded. “yeah i’m good! Thanks Innie, i think you just saved me from a whole load of embarrassment” She leaned forward and hugged his waist, Jeongin’s arms circling over her shoulders.

“Anytime”

when the others returned with the food they’d gone to get and asked what had happened, Jeongin explained and Hyunjin immediately leaped in and continuously apologised to Charlie for leaving his bag out.

By the beginning of the next morning Charlie was confidently walking without her crutches.

“How ya feeling?” Felix asked as she walked into the living room, a cup of tea clasped between her hands.

Charlie shrugged. “Better now that i don’t have two metal support stuck to me, i can ride my skateboard again!” She sat on the couch beside him, leaning her head on his shoulder.

“So you’re practicing and performing again?”

“I think the doctor told me to be careful, but when do i ever listen?”

Felix smacked his hand onto his forehead with a sigh. “You said that last time with your shoulder, you’re gonna end up permanently breaking something”

“I’ll try to avoid that, i do listen to somethings i get told” 

“Just be careful” Felix said firmly, gently patting her knee with his hand

“I will...i will”

[local-void-creature-izzy]

Considering I am now XueXiao trash here’s another take on the second part (and i guess the first part as well) of my fic. Also I am working and planning a whole multi chapter fic with a modern au created by me but I’m still working some things out, you’ll know when i have started when i start giving bios for the characters I’m using in that au. Anyways onward to this second version:

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“Who’s that with him?” Song Lan asked the young girl that lead him through coffin town even though he already knew who that was sitting all too comfortably on Xingchen’s lap.

“Hm? Oh you mean Chengmei? He’s been with us for a while now, few years actually. Daozhang and I found him nearly dead on the side of the road and Daozhang saved him. They are actually cultivation partners whatever that means. Chengmei told me its like being married but stronger.” Said Qing to the stranger she brought with her.

Song Lan couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He tried not to show it though and continued questioning Qing. “And what do you know about this Chengmei if you don’t mind me asking?” He said. “Your a strange Daozhang but I know his name is actually Xue Yang, Chengmei is his courtesy name. Only Daozhang is allowed to call him by his birth name. I know Chengmei likes sweets and can act very bratty and childish but that’s only when he wants something. I know he was a bad person before he met us but he’s changed and hasn’t committed a crime since. And I know Daozhang loves him very much, I see it in the way he looks at him.” Qing said very confidently, causing even more shock to go through Song Lan.

“H-He can see? Xiao Xingchen can see?” He questioned, almost not believing it. “Yes he can see strange Daozhang. Chengmei created a technique that allows the caster to give something up of themselves in exchange for whatever they wish to give the other person. Chengmei gave up his voice to restore Daozhang eyes, he can still talk but it’s painful at times and it’s slowly getting worse. I think that’s why Daozhang is so protective and rarely leaves his side, I think Daozhang is scared that if he leaves and comes back...that Chengmei’s voice will be permanently gone and he’ll never hear that last I love you from him. Well I’ll leave you to it strange Daozhang, I’m returning to the market.” Said Qing as she turned around and left. Neither aware that Xue heard the whole conversation.

Xue could hear Song Lan slowly approaching so he wait until Song Lan was in earshot before speaking. “You were so rough last night XingXing. I can barely feel anything from the waist down.” He pouted, but not before noticing how Song Lan froze in place. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say my husband was jealous. Was it the girl at the shop? Or the guy on the way back?” He teased.

“I have no reason to be jealous A-Yang. Because you are mine. And if I was, well I didn’t hear you complaining last night.” Xingchen said with that ever so rare smirk, Xue lightly whacked him on the arm while blushing red. “Yah for as sweet and kind and caring you are, you are very dirty minded when you want to be-“ Xue cut himself off, he felt a pain in his chest before the coughing fit started up, immediately Xingchen was pulling Xue closer and was worried. “A-Yang is it happening again? Do you need your medicine?” He asked.

“I-I’m fine XingXing....It’s just a coughing fi-“ Again he couldn’t finish his sentence because the coughing out worse, and it just kept on going until finally he coughed up blood. “A-Yang you are not fine, it’s getting bad again.” Xingchen said as he picked up Xue bridal style and carried him inside to their home, Song Lan’s presence completely unnoticed by him. He placed Xue onto the bed and went to grab some towels and his medicine.

Once he had them, he began cleaning Xue’s hands. “You shouldn’t force yourself to speak Xue if its starts hurting, I hate seeing you like this.” Xingchen said, worried laced in his tone. The blood quickly cleaned up and he gave Xue the medicine that had been helping with the pain. “Wait here okay, I’m going to go get Qing. It’s getting late.”

Xue just nodded in response and watched as his husband walked out the door. It was quiet for about 5 seconds before the door was kicked in. “Xue Yang.” Said Song Lan, as for Xue he immediately grabbed his sword. “I don’t know how you did it but you managed to trick them into thinking you’ve actually changed. I give you props on that, but your game ends here.” Song Lan drew his sword and made his way to attack Xue, determined to end his life here and now. Of course he knew it wasn’t going to be easy as Xue immediately blocked his attack and sent him flying into the table behind him.

Song Lan prepared for an attack as he quickly tried to stand but instead Xue made a run for the now busted door and ran straight towards the gate of the town. But Song Lan wouldn’t allow him to escape, he chased after him and sent attack after attack but Xue blocked and dodged them all. “Leave me alone Song Lan!” Xue yelled, his voice hoarse from the medicine and coughing fit he had, but Song Lan wasn’t letting up. If this keeps up then sooner rather than later Song Lan will find out the other thing Xue gave up to restore Xingchen’s eyes. “I said...LEAVE ME ALONE!” Xue yelled louder and knocked Song Lan back with the strongest kick he could muster, sending him flying into one of the empty homes.

Xue took this chance and ran past the gates of coffin town and into the forest. He’ll be fine, he was going to be just fine. He just had to make it to Xingchen before Song Lan caught up with him. “Xingchen! XINGCHEN WHERE ARE YOU!” He yelled, voice completely destroying him but he didn’t care, he had to find his husband. He continued running through the forest, not daring to stop, when he finally saw them in the distance and relief engulfed his body. “XINGXING! XING-“ Blood then spilled from his mouth, he gasped, he tried speaking but no words came out. Merely gargled noises.

‘No...Nononononono! Not now! Please not now!’ He panicked in his mind, his voice can’t have given out on him now. But no matter how many times he tried speaking, no words came out and soon the noises stopped all together and no sound at all came from him. But he didn’t have time to dwell on it, instead he continued running towards them and didn’t stop until he threw himself into Xingchen’s arm. “Xue? A-Yang what’s wrong? Your shaking.” Xingchen questioned. Xue couldn’t tell him though, he rapidly tapped his throat and tried mouthing words out. “A-Yang....No your voice-“ Xingchen was cut off by a yell behind Xue and he instantly pushed Xue behind him and blocked the oncoming attack, and he was not expecting the one that did it. “S-Song Lan...?” His voice going weak on him as well.

“Xiao Xingchen, please move. You are being tricked by that man. That is Xue Yang, he must be punished and killed.” Song Lan said, but Xingchen refused to move. “Song Lan please calm down, we can talk this out. I will not move.” Xingchen said. But Song Lan didn’t want to hear it and that’s when the fight broke out.

Xue saw them fighting as Qing tried to clean the blood and keep him away from getting involved but it was like it was all happening so slow, they were yelling at each other and saying things but Xue couldn’t hear any of it, his ears were ringing. It felt like hours they fought until Song Lan got behind Xingchen and used a talisman to freeze him in place. “I’m sorry Xiao Xingchen but this must be done...” Song Lan said and made his way to Xue and he was approaching fast. Qing jumped in between them to try to stop Song Lan but Xue refused to let her get killed for his sake.

Just as she prepared for the impact of the sword, Xue pushed her back and blocked it with his double bladed sword, he had been trying so hard to avoid using it anymore than he should but it was too late now. Now not only was blood spilling from his mouth, but now it fell from his nose. “You...You don’t have a golden core...?” Song Lan questioned.

Xue sent him flying and the over-usage of what little spiritual energy he had left was catching up to him, his legs gave out on him and he was hacking up even more blood. “Chengmei!” Qing yelled, she bent down in front of him and blocked Song Lan off. “Strange Daozhang please stop! Chengmei is not a threat! We know who he is and what he has done in the past but that doesn’t define him anymore! He’s been through too much and now he can no longer speak!” She yelled.

“Your very young so I understand if you don’t fully know the situation. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill this demon.” He said, and Qing was quick to respond. “Because he is with child! Yeah, you cultivators have so many different tailsmens and techniques so why not one that allows men to bare children. You wouldn’t dare kill an unborn child now would you?” She asked trying to buy time with her little trick, and while Song Lan was at a lost for words Xue quietly pulled out his Stygian Tiger Amulet. Xingchen saw this and forced every nerve in his body to break free from the talisman, he succeeded despite the blood he was coughing up. 

“A-YANG DON’T!” Xingchen yelled, but before anyone of them could move...Xue used it. Those all familiar black vein like markings appeared up his neck and it was obvious it was painful for him to use it with so little spiritual energy. Xue used to it lift up Song Lan and threw him against a tree, hard enough to knock him out in the least. 

It finally ended, both the fight...and him. Xue felt very lightheaded and his legs gave out on him once again but this time he didn’t hit the floor, Xingchen caught him before he could. “Hey, hey stay with me A-Yang. Its going to be okay, everything is going to be fine.” Xingchen said, his arms trembling as he held Xue close to him. Qing was also trembling out of her mind, she finally had a family and she was about to lose it. “Chengmei if you die now I’ll never f-forgive you!” She said through tears.

Xue gave a gentle smile to both, he put the amulet in Xingchen’s hand along with a spirit pouch, the injuries that Song Lan inflicted on him and the over usage of his spirit energy was catching up to him. With a heavy shaking hand, he pulled Xingchen down into a kiss. It was gentle and soft and so fragile yet held so much emotion behind it. And then it ended, Xue gave his last breathe, the light disappeared from his eyes...he was gone. “No...Nonononononono A-Yang stay with us! A-Yang please!” Xingchen yelled but it was too late, Xue Yang was no more.

It broke him, he let a bloodcurdling scream that would shake anyone to their core. “D-Daozhang what about the things he gave you, I heard h-him give you something.” Qing managed to get out through the flood of tears that spilled down her face. And she was right, Xue gave him a spirit pouch so he quickly used to capture Xue Yang’s spirit before it could disappear and when he caught it...it broke him more.

Because the soul that was known as Xue Yang was shattered into multiple tiny pieces beyond repair expect for one person....Wei Wuxian aka the Yiling Laozu.

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Firstborn (Nick Scratch x reader)

Request: Hey there! Would you write a nick scratch x reader imagine/one shot , where the reader is a mortal and a friend of Sabrina. When the 13 come to town Sabrina sends Nick to the reader to keep her safe. In the End maybe some fluff/slight smut (if your ok with it) between Nick and the reader. Love your nick scratch imagines! -@black-kitten-imagines

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nicholas scratch smut? -anon

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Could you possibly do a nick scratch one shot where when the 13 witches come nick is worried about you cause you’re the first born but he’s having to protect Harvey, like something really angst but fluffy as well thank you ❤️ -@morecthh

A/N: All these requests were kinda similar so I just put them all together. Killing three requests with one fic.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: SMUTtY sMUT SmUT, language

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“Aunt Zelda!” Sabrina shouted, looking for her aunt in the crowd of people.

“Sabrina. What’s wrong?” Aunt Z said, pushing past people to get to her niece.

“Where’s Y/N? Have you seen Y/N?”

Zelda shook her head, eyes scanning the room for her.

“I don’t think she came, Aunt Z. And she’s a firstborn. If she’s by herself, then she’s going to die.”

Aunt Zelda gave her a sympathetic look, placing her hand on Sabrina’s shoulder.

“I need to go get her,” Sabrina said, turning to leave. Zelda caught her arm before she could.

“No, Sabrina, we need you here. I am sorry for Ms. Y/L/N’s circumstance, but I can’t let you put yourself in danger.”

Sabrina wanted to be angry, but she knew her aunt was right. If they stood any chance of saving the humans, Sabrina had to be here.

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“Are you going to do something?” Harvey asked, looking nervously between the door and Nick.

“I am doing something, farm boy,” Nick spat, trying hard to concentrate on the spell he was casting. It was hard with Y/N frequently racing through his mind. He had to constantly remind himself that she was at the high school, safe with Sabrina and her aunts. Sighing, he closed his eyes, trying to pull his focus back to the Latin spilling out of his mouth.

“Nick.”

Was that… Sabrina?

He immediately stopped talking and opened his eyes. Sure enough, Sabrina was standing by the door, staring at Nick.

“What the--” Harvey started to say, but Nick cut him off.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, a little agitated.

“I’m not here. I’m astral projecting.”

“Okay, then what do you need. I told you that I’d take care of farm boy over here.”

“This is about Y/N.”

Nick’s heart stopped.

“What about her?”

“She’s not at the high school. She’s still at home, Nick.”

He took a step towards her, his breath picking up.

“What do you mean? I thought you said she knew to come?”

“She did, but she’s not here. I need you to help her.”

Nick looked over at Harvey and then back at Sabrina, he nodded. Before he could say anything else, Sabrina vanished.

“Thanks for your help,” Harvey said sheepishly, and Nick nodded.

“The protection spell should hold, but blockade the door once I’m gone, just in case.”

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Y/N was half-sitting, half-laying in the mud of her front yard, her leg trapped beneath a fallen tree. She could feel the bones in her leg snap when it fell, and she had been stuck here, out in the pouring rain ever since. She was 100% certain that this was how she was going to die. She couldn’t tell the difference between the raindrops and tears on her face, but she didn't care to. She tried to occupy herself with pleasant thoughts, to combat the throbbing pain from her legs. She smiled when she thought of her friends.

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"Sabrina, I feel like I haven't seen you in forever," Y/N said, nudging her friend with the elbow as they both walked through the hallway.

"That's because we haven't seen each other in forever," she admitted, smiling sadly. "We really need to hang out."

They made their way out of the school, strolling into the parking lot. Y/N was about to wish Sabrina goodbye when she was cut off.

"Sabrina, Father Blackwood needs you."

Y/N turned to see a guy about her age, dressed in all black, leaning against a car. He had his hands in his pockets and seemed to be addressing Sabrina.

"Nick, what are you doing here? Couldn't you have waited to tell me this until I got home?"

"It's urgent," he said, shrugging. Then his eyes flicked towards Y/N.

"I don't think we've had the pleasure of meeting," he said, flashing her a smile. "I'm Nick."

"Y/N," she responded, shaking his outstretched hand. When their hands touched, Y/N swore she felt a jolt of electricity and she pulled away, smiling meekly.

"Um, I'll catch up with you later, okay Y/N?" Sabrina said, turning to leave.

"Wait, wait, wait. Who's Father Blackwood? Sabrina what's--"

"I'll explain everything later," she assured, turning away. As they began to walk away, Nick spared a glance back at Y/N to find her watching him, a small smile on her lips.

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She groaned when she thought about Nick. She was never going to be able to tell him how she felt. She would never be able to tell him how annoyingly perfect his hair is, or how he makes emo look sexy, or how he made her feel appreciated. She jumped when thunder boomed through the sky, quickly followed by a flash of lightning. God, she hated storms when she was inside. And now she was out here trapped under a tree, probably dying, and it was infinitely worse.

"Y/N!"

Her ears perked up at the sound of a voice, and she tried her best to twist around to see who was there. This only caused her a great deal of pain, and she cried out.

"Help!"

She was about to scream for help again when a figure emerged in her front yard, not ten feet away from her.

"Oh, shit," Nick said, racing towards where she was. He knelt down beside her, quickly assessing the damage.

"The tree feel down while I was leaving. I think my leg is broken."

"Okay, it's gonna be okay," he assured, his voice barely audible over the pounding rain. "I'm gonna try and push it away from you, okay? I need you to pull your leg out from under it."

"Nick, it's a fucking tree. You can't lift it."

"Y/N, I'm gonna need you to trust me, okay? Now, when I say go, I need you to pull your legs out from under the tree, got it?"

She nodded, watching him with confusion.

He stuck his hands out in front of him, not even touching the tree, and he closed his eyes.

"Nick, what are you--"

She stopped talking when she saw his lips moving, forming words she couldn't hear.

"Nick, what are you saying?!"

She was so focused on Nick that when she felt the pressure of the tree disappear, she snapped her head towards it. Sure enough, the tree was levitating a few inches above her. She screamed. Then she remembered her legs and she dragged herself away from the fallen tree. As soon as she did, Nick stopped his chanting and the tree unceremoniously dropped back to the ground.

"Nick, what the hell was that?"

He didn't give her time to answer, because he picked her up bridal style, carrying her back inside her house. Once she was inside, and the roar of the storm was muted, she asked again.

"Nick, what the hell was that?"

He didn't answer, he just set her down on the couch, sitting on the coffee table across from it.

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"Thoreau clearly expresses the ideals of Transcendentalism in his writing. He talks about living in the woods and connecting with nature, and the dangers of falling into routines and habits, and he makes really beautiful points. And so, while he's writing about all that, he's living in a hut in the woods by himself, being all philosophical and such, and I think that means that he was gay."

"Wait, wait, wait," Nick said, clearly dumbfounded by Y/N's logic. "How does Thoreau's Transcendentalist writing make him gay?"

"I just sense it."

"You think Henry David Thoreau was gay."

"No," she said laughing, and Nick furrowed his eyebrows. "I know he was gay."

Nick shook his head, running his hands down his face.

"Your logic, or lack thereof, drives me insane, you know that?" He said, trying to fight back a grin.

"That's what I'm here for, sweetheart," she said, not trying to hide her smile.

"This is nice," Nick admits, eyes scanning the book shop. "I like talking about great literature. I don't get to do that often."

"Yeah, it is," she agreed. "I do talk about it a lot in school, but everyone else hates it. I'm the only one who actually enjoys this shit. You should have heard my rant last month in my English class about how Emily Dickinson was 100% a lesbian."

"Oh my god..." he sighed, plopping his face into his hands.

"She was!" She said, a smile taking over her face.

"And let me guess. Shakespeare is bi and Poe is into bondage."

"That wouldn't surprise me," she stated, her smile growing bigger when a grin appeared on Nick's face. He shook his head again, taking a sip of his tea.

“I’m glad we met, Y/N,” he stated. “You keep my life interesting.”

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“I’m a warlock.”

She waited for him to crack a smile or burst out laughing, but he didn’t. He looked at her, caution in his eyes, waiting for her to respond. She furrowed her eyebrows.

“What?” she asked, barely audible.

“I’m a warlock, a male witch.”

She slowly nodded, eyebrows raised, taking in his words.

“Are you trying to be funny?”

“No,” he assured, scootching closer to her. “I’m a warlock and I can do magic and I go to The Academy of the Unseen Arts where I learn how to do magic. And out there I did a simple levitation spell to pick up that tree.”

“You did a simple levitation spell,” she repeated slowly, eyes wide.

“Yes. And I can fix your legs if you want me to.”

When she didn’t respond, he closed his eyes, chanting yet again. She caught what sounded like Latin falling from his lips and she furrowed her eyebrows.

And then it happened.

She felt the bones in her legs shifting, rearranging, healing.

“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit…”

He kept chanting, and with one final snap, her bones popped back into place.

“HOLY SHIT, NICK,” she cried, her breaths growing ragged.

“Don’t freak out!” He said, holding his hands out in front of him.

“DON’T FREAK OUT? YOU JUST DID SOME WEIRD VOODOO SHIT ON ME, I’M GONNA FREAK OUT.”

She stood up, surprised when her legs didn’t crumble underneath her. She started pacing, tugging her hands through her hair.

“Y/N, you need to calm down, okay? If you sit down and listen, I can explain everything.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe this, You’re a fucking wizard.”

“Warlock,” he corrected.

“What?”

“I’m a warlock. Not a wizard.”

“That’s what you’re gonna focus on right now? Seriously?”

She sat back down on the couch, leaning her elbows on her knees.

“Why the hell did you keep this from me? Does Sabrina know?”

At that, Nick let out an awkward chuckle, coming to sit next to her on the couch.

“About that. She’ll probably hate me for being the one to tell you, but she’s a witch.”

“SABRINA’S A WITCH?” she cried, standing back up again. “MY BEST FRIEND SINCE PRESCHOOL IS A FUCKING WITCH AND I DIDN’T KNOW!?”

“Surprise?”

“fUCK.”

“She was just protecting you; she didn’t--”

“Okay, no. None of that ‘I didn’t tell you to protect you’ bullshit.” She groaned, sitting back down next to Nick. “So, like, were you born with magic or did you have to, like, sacrifice a virgin to get it.”

Nick laughed at that, shaking his head. “No, it’s something you're born with.”

“Is the storm some kind of witchy stuff?”

“Uh, yeah,” he said, nodding. “A witch created this storm so all the humans would gather together at the high school. So we could protect them.”

“Why?”

“Well, the 13 original witches that were hung here are back from the dead to get revenge.”

She stood up, yet again, pulling at her hair.

“Are you serious, Nick!? I would have opened with that! Jesus Christ!”

Nick stood up, following her when she stomped into the kitchen.

“Y/N, everything is going to be fine. I won’t let them hurt you.”

“Hurt me?! Why would they want to hurt me?!” she asked, her breaths growing quick and shallow.

Nick opened his mouth, then shut it again. He looked at her, staring at him with desperation in her eyes.

“They’re killing every firstborn.”

Her breathing stopped.

“Holy shit I’m going to die…”

“You’re not going to die, Y/N, okay? I’m not going to let them get to you! Sabrina is finding a way to stop them.”

Tears started falling freely from her eyes, and she placed her hand on her forehead, shutting her eyes.

Nick came to stand in front of her, placing his hands on her shoulders.

“Hey, look at me.”

She lifted her eyes to meet his, tears staining her cheeks.

“You are safe, okay? I will not let them kill you.”

She nodded, trying hard to believe his words. When he opened his arms, she fell into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his waist. He held onto her, placing a hand on the back of her head and planting a kiss on her hair. She was the first to pull away, eyes searching his. It doesn’t matter who closed the distance between them, because suddenly their lips were touching. She cradled his face in her hands as he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into her mouth. He grabbed onto her hips, pulling her impossibly close to him. He backed her up against the counter and lifted her up, so she was sitting on the countertop. His lips trailed along her jaw and made their way to her neck, biting and sucking so there would definitely be hickeys there tomorrow. She didn’t try to hide the moan the escaped her throat.

“Nick, I need you…” she whimpered and Nick pulled away to look at her.

“Are you sure?”

She nodded.

“I need you to say it, princess.”

“Yes.”

She hopped off the counter and led Nick upstairs to her bedroom. He didn’t waste any time, already pulling his shirt over his head. She laid back on the mattress, and he was quick to follow, hovering over her. And then his lips were on hers again. He used one hand to prop himself up and the other found her waist, pulling her body impossibly close to his. He tugged at the hem of her shirt and she broke the kiss to pull it over her head. He took a second to take her in before burying his face in her neck, leaving love bites as he did. He trailed down to her collarbone, and when he made his way to her chest, he unclasped her bra in one motion, throwing it aside. Without hesitating, he took her nipple into his mouth, rolling the other with his fingers. She moaned, back arching. He made his way further down, leaving a trail of kisses down her stomach. He looked up at her when he reached her waistband, silently asking for permission. She nodded eagerly and he smirked, pulling down her leggings and her panties together. He peppered kisses along the inside of her thighs, ignoring where she needed him most. He laughed when she groaned, looking up at her between her thighs. With no warning, he licked a stripe up her heat, never breaking eye contact, and she moaned, closing her eyes and gripping the sheets with her fists. His hands found her clit and he rolled it between his fingers, causing her to squirm beneath his touch. He slowly slid a finger into her, and she whimpered, her hips bucking up to meet his hand. He added another finger, pumping them into to her at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Nick…” she groaned.

“What, sweetheart?”

“I need you. Now.”

He didn’t need to be told again. He pulled his fingers from her and crawled up the bed, placing a soft kiss on her lips.

“Do you have a condom?” he asked.

“Can’t you place some spell or something to keep me from getting pregnant?”

“Yeah. It’s called a condom.”

She shook her head and reached into her nightstand, pulling a foil package from her drawer. He took it from her and fumbled to open it. She giggled when he failed, unable to tear it. Before he could embarrass himself further, she took it from him, ripping it open with her teeth. He took that opportunity to free himself of his pants and underwear.

She rolled the condom onto his length, pumping it a few times. He groaned and closed his eyes. She lined him up with her entrance and he slid into her, completely bottoming out. They both moaned in unison, her hands coming to wrap around his biceps.

“Ah, fuck, Y/N… so tight.”

“Move, Nick.”

He obeyed, setting a steady pace. His lips found hers, their tongues battling for dominance. He quickened his pace, pounding into her. Obscenities mixed with his name fell from her lips and he didn’t think he’d ever heard a sweeter sound.

“Nick, I’m gonna…”

“Me too, babe. Come for me.”

At his words, the knot in her stomach came undone, and she fell apart underneath him. He was quick to follow, burying his face in her neck as he came. They stayed there for a minute, entangled in each other. All too soon, he pulled out, tossing the condom in the trash and plopping down next to her on the bed. They both laid in silence, catching their breaths.

“Wow,” he sighed, turning his head to face her.

“Yeah,” she said, eyes meeting his.

“Wait,” he said, furrowing his brows. “The storm stopped.”

“Does that mean we won?”

“I think it does,” he said, smiling.

“Well, I think that’s cause for celebration,” she said wiggling her brows.

“You wanna go for round two? Woman, I’m still recovering from round one!”

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remember kids, wrap it before you tap it and every kiss begins with konsent

[light-of-valentia]

Black Eagles Boys + Sylvain Meeting and Greeting a Fan

hello anon!! sorry if this stinks, i had a draft going and tumblr, as usual, deleted it grrrrrr....anyways, i did my best to rework what i lost, and i hope this has as much charm as my original!! i will also use she/her pronouns and assume that the reader is female since you used she/her pronouns in your ask~

-admin belle

Headcanons for Ferdinand, Hubert, Caspar, Linhardt, and Sylvain reacting to a fan asking for a hug/hug headcanons!

Ferdinand von Aegir

When you ask him, he is absolutely ecstatic

He has a fan and they want attention from him???? He isn’t surprised at all, but is incredibly excited nonetheless

His eyes light up, but he quickly recomposes himself and greets you

“Oh! Why, hello madam! I am none other than the famous Ferdinand von Aegir, the oldest legitimate child of the prior Duke Aegir, and it is a pleasure to be your acquaintance.”

With this, he bows to you, folding one arm neatly over his chest, the other taking your palm in his as he places a soft kiss to the top of your hand

He immediately asks you if you have a spare moment to converse, and the subtly hopeful look he gives you makes you feel like “yes” is the only response

He talks with you before/during/after your hug, and he would talk to you all day if he could, but eventually someone pulls him aside and reminds him of something he has to attend to

Before you begin your conversation, though, he takes you in a full-body hug

But unless you’re done with hugs, he isn’t either

As you continue talking, he gives you a hug from behind, folding his hands over each other as they meet at your abdomen, his arms otherwise encircling you

If you’re too short for a normal hug or you just wish you could reach him better, he will offer to pick you up and hold you at his hip/waist, or hell, he isn’t too shy to hold you bridal-style!

His name is Ferdinand von Aegir, and treating women, commoner and noble alike, with the highest standard of respect and care is his game

He does not mind being seen being “personal” with you or any of his fans- he loves the attention, and he genuinely cares for his fans!

If you’re comfortable with it, he’s also game for cheek kisses!

Also, if he has an artist or anyone with a good drawing hand nearby, he will probably ask them to sketch out a few quick drawings of you guys hugging each other and kissing the other’s cheek

He requests that they do so in ink so that it can bleed through a sheet of paper and make two copies, one for each of you! If this is unable to happen, he gives the finished item to you for you to “remember him by”

When it’s time for you to separate, he asks you for your address and he gives you his so that you can be pen-pals!

Bonus: In his letters, he doesn’t really discuss himself or political affairs of any sort; rather, he talks briefly about how he feels that day, or he describes to you something that he saw earlier that was beautiful, comical, or noteworthy. Each letter is different from the last, and it’s easy to tell that he puts thought into each one! Sometimes, he encloses a few flower petals, a neat coin or small trinket, or some tea leaves

Hubert von Vestra

If he’s doing a meet-and-greet, it probably wasn’t his choice

Edelgard suggested that the two of them as well as a few other Black Eagles do one to “improve public relations and image”

When you approach him, he gives a weak smile, thinking to himself that “well, this was bound to happen, could I really expect to do this and never be approached?”

He quickly chases this out of his mind and greets you, giving a small bow; “Good day, miss. I am sure you are already aware of who I am, but might I ask you for your name?”

You tell him your name, and he shakes your hand, and this is about the extent of physical contact that you both have for a little while

It isn’t that Hubert is adverse to the idea of hugging someone; he’s just not very used to it, and it takes him a bit to warm up

You both chat for a little while, discussing a common interest you find you have or something more impersonal, and eventually something you say reminds him of something that happened with himself and Edelgard or Ferdinand when they were students back at the Academy

What this story is is up to you to decide! (A/n i know it’s cliche but I had too many ideas to narrow it down to one for this!)

After he opens up to you a bit more with that, you finally ask him for the hug, and he looks confused for a split second, but quickly goes “Ah, well why not.”

He gives you a hug from the side, and if you want something from the front, he either has to bend down or pick you up because he’s super tall and probably taller than you

When you go to depart and thank him, he gives you another short bow and gives you a smile, this one looking a bit more natural and relaxed than his previous ones

Caspar von Bergliez

When you first walk up to talk to him, his face is almost sparkling with awe

He knows that he’s a cool dude and he’s aware of how much he has done to get Fódlan where it is now, but a fan??? of HIM in specific???

that’s just beyond awesome to him

Before you even have to ask for a hug, he stretches his arms out and envelops you in a full-body hug, pulling back quickly once he realized that he forgot to ask first

“Oh, sorry! I got a little carried away there, heh... Well, hi! As you probably already know, I’m Caspar! What’s your name?”

You giggle a little bit at his sudden outburst of enthusiasm, caushing him to blush sheepishly before you tell him that you didn’t mind it

He gets over that little stumble he had there quickly and moves on to conversation with you

He asks you a LOT of questions

He’s never been approached by a fan before, nor had he ever really thought of it someday happening, and he already treasures you!!

You spend a while answering each other’s questions about the other and Caspar is beaming with enthusiasm the entire time

Note that he isn’t wearing his usual suit of armor, not that he was expecting an impromptu meet-and-greet, but because he just wants to look approachable to the public!

After a while of this enthusiastic conversation, you ask him  for another hug, and he gladly obliges

He hugs you a little bit tighter this time, knowing that you want it, and if you’re shorter than he is?? Not problem, he’ll just pick you up

If you’re ok with it, he’ll lift you up to sit on his shoulder(s), with your legs hugging his neck and sides

He absolutely cherishes this moment!! It gives him a less metaphorical feeling of being a protector of his people, and he loves watching you smile and laugh while you guys talk!

After he realizes how long he’s spent with you, he sets you down/lets you go, and tells you that he needs to go find Linhardt, since he promised him that he’d meet up with him

He does, though, offer to take you with him

“I don’t mind at all! I’m not in a rush, and I doubt Linhardt is either...though, he’s never really in a rush for anything except his bed.”

Linhardt von Hevring

You approach him and wave at him, and he gives you a confused look complete with a small head-tilt

He points at himself as if to ask you “Who, me?”

Once you nod to confirm that yes, it is him whose attention you are seeking, his expression softens to a small smile

He takes your hand and holds it up a bit, tilting his head toward the floor but still looking to your eyes

“Good day, milady. I am Linhardt von Hevring, crest scholar to-be. It is most wonderful to meet you, though I fail to see how I drew your interest among my...”flashier” colleagues.

 You have to explain to him that you’re a fan of his, and that you admire him and all that he did to contribute to the war and to bring Fódlan to where it is now

He’s a blushing mess by the end of it

Are his eyes...watering?

He gives you a light chuckle before adding, “For someone who never wished to be a part of that war to begin with, I guess I really did do something wonderful then...”

You give him a smile, and give him a small kiss to his cheek in an attempt to validate him

He feels so blessed

Like he’s only just met you but he just doesn’t understand what he did that was so great to deserve a FAN

“Please don’t take this the wrong way, miss, but I already appreciate you so much; thank you.”

When you ask him for a hug, he is happy to comply

He first gives you a long full-body hug, hugging you tightly but not enough to be uncomfortable

You feel his hands behind you gripping your shirt a little bit

He’s just way too happy and surprised

After you both pull back from that one, he leans in again and tilts his head a little bit, silently asking if another hug is ok, and you nod/giggle as a “yes”

This time, he slips his arms around your waist and hugs you pressing his face slightly into your neck, and you can sort of feel his breath along the hairs at the back of your neck

To complete this hug, you sling your arms around his neck, reciprocating where he placed his head

He smells like a mix of dewdrops on grass and lavender

Right before he pulls back, you feel him grumble and whisper into your ear/shoulder- “you’re cute”

As you’re pulling back from the hug, Caspar approaches the both of you

“Wow, Linhardt. You’re certainly in a better mood than usual.”

Linhardt lets his friend’s comment slide off of him as he rolls his eyes and reaches for your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze

“Caspar and I were about to pay a visit to the marketplace- would you care to join us?”

Sylvain Jose Gautier

You don’t approach him. Actually, he approaches you.

You were going to approach him either way, so he’s just making the task easier on your end ;)

“Well,” he began to greet you, relaxing his arms behind his head and swaying his body a bit, “what have we here? Pardon me for intruding on such a breathtaking young woman as yourself, but my name is Sylvain. Pleasure to meet you.”

He takes your hand and presses a kiss on top of it, winking at you

You smile at this, and he gives you a flashy grin in return

His flirtatious attitude is secret to none, and you knew what you were getting into before you even waved hello

 You begin to explain that you were actually going to approach him before he beat you to it

He almost laughs at this, and places a hand on your shoulder/hip

“Why on earth would you ever need to approach someone for their attention? At least from how I’ve experienced things, you draw eyes from anyone who can see you.”

You both chat with each other a bit, you further explaining to him how you are a fan of his and that you admire him and his heroic deeds

He gives you an almost quizzical look, before laughing and shaking his hand a bit

“Well, call me flattered! To be honest, most women only ever approach me to try and get a date with me for my noble status, so thank you for your kind words milady! They mean a lot to me.”

You smile back at him, and ask him for a hug

In response, he throws his whole body a bit, acting shocked

“Woah there, frisky! No need to get hasty with things!”

He winks at you again

Your eyebrows raise in surprise before he dismisses his prior reaction as a joke, and asks you if it’s ok for him to hug you

He may be a flirt, but he’s a flirt with standards- even a hug with a girl in his eyes requires consent

After you approve, he picks you up and hugs you

It’s kind of a sloppy hug, but a great one at that

The way he hugs you is energetic and playful, and after he sets you down, you get up on your tip-toes and throw your arms around his neck for another hug, and he hugs you around the waist to reciprocate

Once you both release from the hug, Sylvain latches his arm in yours

“You know, now that that stupid war is over I have a lot more free time. Are you free this evening, at about...right now?”

Bonus: If you accept his offer for the date, he gives you a piggyback ride the entire way there, and if you’re ok with heights, he seats you on his shoulders while you talk on your way to wherever you want to go

bonus that nobody asked for: how likely each of them are to develop a (lasting) platonic or romantic relationship with you after these interactions

 on a scale of 1 being not likely to 5 being most likely

Ferdinand: 3/5

Hubert: 2/5

Caspar: 4/5

Linhardt: 5/5

Sylvain: 4/5

AAA thank you anon once again for this request!!! it was really fun to write, and you have lowkey turned me on to writing Linhardt...he is so much fun to write!!!

also sorry i’m bad at writing Hubert

~our askbox is still, as always, open to requests, prompts, and ideas- they don’t need to be like this one, either! we/i will write for the girls, too!~

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Bleeding Through the Bandages

Hi guys. As well as working on my current WIP To Forgive and Forget, I am  trying to work on my bingo squares.

This is for the prompt 'Bleeding Through the Bandages'

This is set in 2x01 after Jane has gotten back from meeting Shepherd.

@lurkingwhump​ , thank you for helping me with ideas for my squares. I glove you.

"How did you get the memories... of fishing... with me and my father?" he asked, staring down at her.

Jane looked up at him, her eyes wide in regret.

"They told me I was her… Oscar gave me photos and said to lie…"

Kurt shook his head in disbelief.

"... and say that I remembered them." she continued.

"Why did you?" he asked flatly.

"Because I…" she stammered. "I wanted it to be true… because I wanted to be Taylor… more than anything." She finished, her voice breaking. Her chin started to wobble and she internally tried to pull herself together. Breaking down right now would do her no favors.

Kurt shook his head again, swallowing thickly. He was having trouble even looking 

her in the eye. 

She sighed sadly.

"See you tomorrow." he said, before moving to leave the small conference room. 

Jane closed her eyes, tears threatening to spill over. She stood up, gasping in pain as the movement pulled at her gunshot wound. She brought her hand up to her side, clutching her abdomen.

Kurt turned around, seeing her hunched over in pain.

"Jane?" he asked, frowning when he saw the blood blossoming out on her white shirt. He walked back towards her. "Let me see." he said softly, yet sternly. 

"It's fine." Jane whispered, trying to bat his hands away. 

He grabbed her hand and looked at her seriously.

"Don't be stubborn." he said gruffly.

Jane sighed. She knew she wasn't going to win this, so she relented, all the fight draining from her body. It had been a long day and it was looking like it was going to be a long night as well.

Kurt gently lifted her shirt, exposing the bandages that Roman had dressed her side with. Blood was seeping through the dressing, quicker than he would have liked.

"You need a hospital." Kurt said matter of factly.

Jane shook her head.

"No… no it's fine. Please. I really just want to go home."

He frowned at her, but the desperate look she had on her face had him almost feeling sorry for her… almost. 

"Jane you're bleeding. You need to see a doctor." he replied, leaving no room for argument. 

Jane closed her eyes. She knew that she didn't have a choice. She didn't get to choose what happened with her life, so why would she get to choose what would happen with her body? Besides, she was starting to feel slightly woozy from the blood loss. She had already passed out once today due to this injury and her body was letting her know it wasn't happy. 

He lead her out of the office, keeping one hand on her elbow as she had started to sway. Her face had turned incredibly pale, and she looked like she was at serious risk of passing out.

He managed to get her to his car without an issue, and she leant back into the seat stiffly. 

He handed her a towel he had on his back seat. 

"Here, put pressure on that." he said before taking off quickly for the hospital.

Jane grimaced in pain as she pressed the towel to her abdomen. 

Kurt glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. He didn't know what to feel. On one hand he still despised the woman sitting next to him. On the other hand, seeing her unwell and in pain, was tearing at his heart. 

They pulled into the hospital and Kurt got out, running around to help her out of the car. She leaned heavily on him, before a spinning vortex of black dots, made her want to vomit. She blinked heavily, then everything faded to black.

Kurt saw her eyes roll into the back of her head, and quickly reached out and caught her. He picked her up, carrying her bridal style through the front doors of the ER. 

"I need a doctor!" he yelled. 

A group of nurses sprang into action, rolling a gurney towards them. They whisked her through the doors before Kurt could say anything. 

He was handed a stack of paperwork to fill out. He sat down and filled out her details, before he realised he was filling out her old details. Did he put down Remi? Now that he knew what her real name was?

Deciding it would just be easier to use Jane, he filled out what he knew and gave it back to the lady at the reception.

He sat back down in the waiting room, unsure of what he was meant to do. Did he stay? Part of him wanted to just go home. They would call him if they needed him. She had betrayed them. She had gotten Mayfair killed. But the other part of him was screaming at him to stay. 

Before all of the betrayal, there had been something else there. She had been his friend… she had been more than his friend. 

He sat in his reverie, trying to make a decision on whether to stay or go, when a nurse came up to him.

"Are you the man that bought Jane in?" she asked kindly.

He nodded, his heart being torn in every direction. More time had passed than he had realised. 

"She's ok." the nurse said. "She has lost a lot of blood, so we are giving her fluids and a transfusion."

Kurt felt his body relax in relief. He didn't actually realise how worried he had been until he was told she was going to be ok.

"Can I see her?" he asked in a gravelly voice.

The nurse nodded.

"She is still pretty groggy, but I'm sure she would appreciate a friendly face. 

Guilt pooled in his belly. He hadn't exactly been a friendly face for a while now. 

He followed the nurse through to the trauma bay, where they had Jane in a separate room. She looked small and frail in the bed and it was at that point Kurt realised how much weight she had lost. She was pale, wires snaking out from under her gown. She had two IVs, one pumping saline into her system and the other attached to a bag of B positive. 

They had changed her into a hospital gown and wrapped her in warming blankets to help keep her from going into shock. Her eyes were closed in exhaustion, but Kurt knew she wasn't sleeping.

"Jane?" he whispered.

Her eyes fluttered open.

"Kurt?" she asked, her expression one of surprise.

He moved closer in the small room, taking a seat beside her.

"How… how are you feeling?" he asked, unsure on how she would respond to him being there.

"Not great." she admitted.

Kurt nodded in understanding. 

"They said you were going to be fine." he said softly. 

Jane cleared her throat.

"Thanks for bringing me here." she said awkwardly. "You… ah… you don't need to stay." she stammered. Having him here was making her nervous. 

He looked into her eyes and saw such sorrow. The vulnerability prodded at his heart.

"Jane, I…" he looked down at his hands. "I am sorry for the way you've been treated since you got back…"

Jane bit her lip, trying to hold back tears. She had done some stupid things and she felt she did deserve his hate… but she just wished things were different.

"I wish… I wish you had have been Taylor too." he said quietly. 

Jane looked at him with sad eyes. She felt so lost and defeated.

"Kurt…" she whispered.

"Shh." he soothed. "We can talk about this another time." He leaned back into his chair. "For now… you just get some rest."

Jane wanted to argue, but the pull of unconsciousness was so blissfully close.

She settled down under the covers, closing her eyes.

This was the closest she and Kurt had been since he had arrested her. It was nice… though she felt so stupid thinking that. She was just going to end up getting hurt. 

But for now she would allow herself a small reprieve and let her body rest. Maybe their friendship would be able to recover after all. Maybe they would be ok.