#i met you when you were chasing your past and i was running from mine

[usermoreid]

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[angelltheninth]

Senses Working Overtime

Pairing: Male!Werewolf (Alrik) x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, suggestive, meet scary, size difference, possessiveness, scenting, growling, hunting, jealousy, grinding

Word count: 1.3k

Ao3

A/N: Back again with new werewolf content!

You ran through the woods, as fast as your legs are able to carry you, sure you were being chased, hunted by someone, or maybe something. Something fast and big and wild if those growls were anything to go by. You weren’t sure what was happening, one moment you were on your way to the hut you rented for your vacation, having a great time and the next you were startled by growls coming from seemingly every direction around you. A tree, if you could get on top of one surely you would be safe.

Whatever was chasing you seemed amused by it, almost as if playing with you, slowing down when you did and then speeding up as soon as you yourself started to. It was diabolical.

You hid behind a tree, waiting, listening, hoping that whatever it is passes you by. What you heard next made your heart drop. Two feet, the sounds of two feet. It... it wasn’t an animal chasing you, it was a human. But how could that be? A human doesn’t growl like that, a human...

“Hiding? And we were having such a good chase.” The voice sounded deep and masculine, a playful edge to it as you heard the person sniff the air, “Why run? I’m trying to-” You ran again when he approached the tree, “Hey! Hold up! Stop!”

He called after you but you kept running and running until you slipped up on the rocks of the clearing.

The man came into view, his eyes shining gold under the moonlight, his tanktop tight on his slightly tan skin, his jeans ripped and.. no shoes whatsoever. “Caught you.” He smiled, showing off his sharp fangs. “You can’t fool a werewolf’s nose miss.” As he approached you noticed he had something in his hand, your jacket, the one you were wearing at the bar. That must be how he followed you.

“W-What do you want? I can kick your as you know!” You yelled as you clenched your fists into the grovel.

“Mine?” He tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy, his brown fur taking over his body, gaining even more height as he shifted. “You sure gave me a good run. I just want,” He walked closer and closer, you had no where to go. But you will not go down without a fight. “to return this.” He offered you your jacket, careful not to tear it with his claws.

“Huh?!” You look at him like he grew a second head, as if that would be weird, then at your jacket, “That’s why you chased me?!” You grabbed the jacket and threw it over your cold shoulders, “You could have just been a normal guy and gave it back to me.”

His large shoulders slumped back, fluffy ears pinning down at being scolded, his tail slacking behind him, “I tried. But you ran off, my... instincts took over, I like... a good chase and you...” A shiver ran down your spine as his wet snout pressed against your neck, “You smell so good. Even after all that smoke from the bar I can still smell your natural scent.”

You took a couple of steps back, keeping a close eye on him, his fangs, his now relaxed body and wrapped your arms around yourself. He didn’t look as scary anymore but he did still scare you half to death. You were not letting this go so easily.

“You should really learn a thing or two about personal space.” When you walked past him he whined like a wounded dog, following next to you, twiddling his thumbs, looking a bit cute but keeping a good distance. If he could smell you he must have known he made you uncomfortable with being so close.

“Um... I’m Alrik by the way. And I promise I’m not actually dangerous. I know I look like the big bad wolf, and I know I scared you but can I walk you part way home? I won’t follow I promise, there are laws in my pack and I’m not in a rut right now so you have nothing to worry about safety wise.” So if he was in a rut... no, nope, there was no way you were thinking about this werewolf you just met in such a way.

He chased you through the damn woods for gods sake!

“Look, right now I just want to get back to the hu-” As your luck would have it you weren’t looking where you were going, wrongly distracted by Alrik’s muscles.

“Careful!” He tried to catch you but as his arm wrapped around your hip, really around your entire stomach you fell on all fours, Alrik looming over you, nose right at the side of your neck, “Um... sorry...” His voice rumbled in your ear, sending shivers down your whole body. “You smell even sweeter now. I need to... tell you something else. I was at the bar too. I watched you dance with the human males and I...” The snarl pierced you right down to between your legs, “I wanted you to dance with me but I didn’t know how to ask you. So when you forgot your jacket I thought I could talk to you and maybe ask you out. Yet all I did was scare you. And now...” He pressed closer, his soft fur and hard muscles against your back, eyes closing as his other hand finding yours on the ground.

On instinct you rolled your hips back, feeling him against you.

Alrik jumped back suddenly, eyes wide and jaw wide open, eyes wide and startled, “Oh fuck! I... I’m so sorry! I don’t even know you!”

Your body relaxed now that it was free but you also found yourself missing the warmth of him. Oh great, now you were the weird one. “It’s okay, I just tripped.”

“No, I scented you. I’m not supposed to do that. We only scent our mates, or at the very least potential mates. Your scent seemed to call to me so I responded without thinking. Not that it’s an excuse!” He looked genuinely apologetic, his fur standing on ends, ears pressed against his skull in shame.

You sighed, crossing your arms, thankful for the cool night air which hid the blush on your cheeks, “You’re fine. I’m not angry about that. The other things? Scaring me? Yes, but not for you trying to keep me from falling.”

Alrik’s tail wags from side to side a few times, his grin looking both cute and scary, an interesting combo to be sure. He relaxed and took a step closer, “So, can I make you forgive me fully.”

You hated the way your eyes dropped to the not so subtle bulge in his pants for a split second, “You can buy me lunch tomorrow. I’ve only been in town for a few days and I don’t know where the good places are yet.”

“Oh! So you are knew! I knew it, I would have remembered a cute face like yours.” His werewolf form shifted back, his human smile equally as charming as he ran his hand through his shortly chopped brown hair, “There’s a great place in the center of town, my friend works there and I’m sure I can get us a good table.”

He kept his distance to the side of you as you started walking in the direction of your rented hut. He didn’t follow you all the way back just as he said and boy was the goodbye handshake awkward as hell.

But it wasn’t as awkward or frustrating as the realization that you were on the bed and hadn’t packed any toys. You would have to make due with your fingers, knowing full well that they paled in comparison to Alrik’s real size.

[talesofesther]

is it too late to call you mine? | ch 3

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Summary: In Sebastian's prettiest dreams, you'd wear a gown of a color that matched his tie, he'd take your hand and dance all night until morning came. But those dreams felt like a farfetched reality. Would you even consider going with him? As more than a friend?

A/N: This is the last part of my story for @spaceyaceface's HL Writing Challenge. I loved how this story turned out and loved writing it, hope you guys like it as well. <3

Masterlist | Read ch 2 here

Sebastian didn't want to be here. At least not in these circumstances.

He would be happy to be tucked away in his common room, or in the Undercroft. But for some reason, Ominis had insisted that he'd come, saying something about you being happy if he were to be there. And honestly, when it came to you, Sebastian never needed much convincing.

Students were steadily making their way inside the Great Hall, which was meticulously decorated; snowflakes fell from the enchanted ceiling and landed on the leaves of the many Christmas trees near the walls, blue and silver lights shone against the white tablecloths, and a band played a soft tune to fill the silence. The young couples held hands and smiled through the blush on their cheeks.

Sebastian paced back and forth beside the doors that lead to the ball, a permanent scowl on his face. Against his own better judgment, he wore black suit pants, a dark grey shirt with a black vest on top, and his dark long coat to chase away the cold.

"I still think there's no reason for me to be here, Ominis," Sebastian huffed.

Ominis, leaning back against the wall, raised an eyebrow at his friend, "No one's forcing you to stay, but I still think you would regret not being here."

"Why?" Sebastian stopped his pacing, shaking his head slightly, "She has her date for the evening, it's not like there's any hope for me to-"

The words suddenly died in his mouth then, for his gaze drifted up the stairs in front of him, up to where you now stood. Sebastian could feel all the air leaving his lungs, his breath running shallow. He couldn't pull his eyes away from you even if he wanted to. You wore this dark dress that hugged your body to perfection, expensive fabric glinting under the candlelights; light makeup framed your already breathtaking features, and your hair was styled up in a messy bun.

Palms sticky with sweat, Sebastian tried to swallow as you came down the stairs and towards him. Each step of your heels against the stone floor were two beats of his frantic heart. Sebastian thought it impossible that he could ever be more in love with you, but you always adored proving him wrong.

For a split second, there was no faint music coming from the Great Hall, no other students walking past him and wondering why he looked at you as if you hung the stars in the sky. No; there was only you and him. Your eyes met his then, with a hint of surprise in your features because of his presence.

Sebastian took a single step forward, his body in a trance. He hadn't seen much of you in these last few days, and now felt like the first time all over again.

Your eyes drifted away from him once you walked down the last step of the stairs, a smile that felt just a little rehearsed coming to your lips when Garreth suddenly met you in the middle.

Reality was a shot straight through Sebastian's heart. He watched helplessly as the ginger took hold of your hand and placed a kiss on top of it.

That should've been him, Sebastian thought, his chest feeling tight. You should be coming towards him, and not Weasley. He should be the one to hold your hand and tell you how beautiful you are. He could be. But it was his own fault that he wasn't.

The anger left his body with a sigh, leaving room only for the all-consuming regret to stay.

You allowed Garreth to intertwine your fingers with his, and as you walked past Sebastian you gave him a soft smile and a shy wave in greeting.

The Slytherin couldn't help but give you a smile of his in turn, even if it didn't hold any happiness at all.

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The Ball itself was nothing short of a spectacle, headmaster Black made sure of it, going far and beyond to impress the other Headmasters of the visiting schools. This year's Triwizard Champions opened the dance and soon enough the Great Hall was filled with couples doing their best to not step on each other's feet.

Sebastian chose to sit at a table tucked in a far corner, where the blue and silver lights barely reached. He mindlessly twirled his half-full glass between his fingers, a permanent pout sitting on his lips.

He hadn't missed the many girls whispering to each other and throwing glances at him, with teasing smiles on their pink lips as their eyes beaconed him to get up and ask them for a dance. Maybe he would have, in the past, he would be pleased to indulge as many girls as he could. But today, when his heart called for only one other, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

As Sebastian knew you would, you took to dancing as if it was second nature. As you did with anything you put your mind to. Your dark dress swirled smoothly across the dance floor, movements all fluid and graceful, your smile all pretty and easy.

Ominis was there too, Sebastian noted, features soft as he held onto Poppy's waist and she led him through the dance.

Downing the last of his drink in one big gulp, Sebastian got up. He grimaced when whatever it was that had been in his glass burned its way down his throat. Blending well with the shadows, he made his way outside, in desperate need of some fresh air.

Tiny snowflakes were falling from the sky, coating the viaduct courtyard in a thin layer of white snow that shone brightly under the moonlight. The cold air bit at Sebastian's cheeks and brought a shiver down his spine, but it was a welcoming feeling.

He'd felt alone many times in his life, yet here, as he stood amidst the snow without a soul nearby to witness, might be the loneliest of all.

The tip of his fingers started to become numb, snow steadily collected on his shoulders and clung to strands of his hair. He buried his hands in the pockets of his pants, huffing a breath of white air through his nose.

Sebastian wasn't sure how long he'd been standing there when he heard hesitant footsteps crushing the snow behind him, coming closer. He didn't turn around, part of him knew who it was.

He recognized you by the way you hissed when the gelid air easily seeped through the thin fabric of your dress. The ghost of a smile appeared on his lips.

You came to stand right beside Sebastian, personal space forgotten when you looped your arm around his and snuggled closer, your cheek pressing against his shoulder as you chased his warmth.

That's just how you two could be sometimes, no words because there was no need for them; only existing in each other's presence, souls entangled.

Sebastian exhaled shakingly, his heart threatening to escape his chest when he turned his head to you. His lips touched your hairline in a faint kiss before he leaned his cheek on top of your head.

The 'I missed you' had no need to be spoken out loud, you both knew it.

Maybe you were just two fools in love, clinging to each other under the falling snow, yet too stubborn to ever admit it.

"Why are you standing out here in the cold?" You whispered after a beat.

"You're here too," Sebastian reasoned just as quietly.

"Came to get you back inside," you told him with a grin, making no effort to move away.

A low chuckle escaped Sebastian, he bit at the inside of his cheek before speaking, "But it's much nicer here." He pointedly looked up at the sky then, and you followed his gaze. The moon was bright, with a few clouds hazing its light, and snowflakes glinting under it.

"I thought you didn't like the Ball."

Your soft words brought Sebastian's gaze back to you. He watched as the moonlight reflected against your eyes and shaped the outlines of your features while you looked up, worthy of a painting.

There was a question hiding behind your words, one that made Sebastian's stomach twist and turn with anxiety.

"I didn't-" Sebastian hesitated, and you turned to look at him, watching as his lips hovered for a moment, "I didn't exactly mean that," he glanced away from your eyes.

A soft crease appeared on your eyebrows that Sebastian wanted to smooth away. You regarded him with a mix of curiosity and longing. "Why would you say it then?" More than anything, you sounded hurt.

The guilt weighing down on Sebastian's chest only worsened. He couldn't have you thinking he had said that only because he didn't want to take you, when it was the exact opposite.

Subconsciously, Sebastian took hold of the hand you had around his arm. "I only said that because I was too much of a coward to ask you to the Ball myself, and… Guess I didn't want you going with anyone else, hoped maybe we'd skip it together instead." A soft blush dusted his cheeks and he avoided your gaze again, a bittersweet smile coming to his lips, "but it backfired immensely," he chuckled then, happy to have managed a soft laugh out of you as well.

A beat passed and his smile faded. He added quietly; "selfish, I know."

In the same heartbeat, you answered, "I would've said yes."

Chocolate brown eyes met yours, they were glinting under the moonlight as Sebastian looked at you, not daring to breathe. Snowflakes clung to his hair and lashes, freckled cheeks dusted pink. He looked like your favorite dream too.

"If you had asked, I would've said yes," you told him again, voice all soft and sweet as honey. You raised the hand he wasn't holding and brushed away longer strands of his hair so you could see his eyes clearly, "in a heartbeat."

You thought you saw tears pooling in Sebastian's eyes, but he blinked them away, pursing his lips before he spoke; "more than anything," he choked on his words, "I wish I had."

In the distance, you could hear the music still coming from the Great Hall, you couldn't make out any words but the melody was sufficiently clear. You grasped Sebastian's hand tighter, taking a step forward and tugging him with you. "Dance with me?"

He frowned, but a smile threatened to show on his lips. His feet followed you of their own volition. "Out here?"

You nodded softly, your hand came to rest on Sebastian's shoulder then, and his rested comfortably on your waist while you clasped his other hand in your own, fingers intertwined.

With a rhythm much slower than the one you'd followed when Sebastian was teaching you, you swayed gently from side to side, almost as if the cold wind was guiding you. Your heels and his shoes scrunched the snow underneath, Sebastian hugged you closer when the falling snow got a tad thicker.

The night suddenly belonged to you and him, a moment tucked away in a courtyard of Hogwarts. Two hearts beating in harmony.

A song or two passed with both of you allowing your bodies to do the talking, one following the other like you belonged just like that, wrapped in each other's arms.

Sebastian eventually released your hand so he could rest both his hands on your waist, his fingertips slightly digging into the fabric of your dress as he pulled you to him. You in turn brought both arms around his shoulders, gently playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck, while you rested your head on his chest.

Feeling the shape of you in his arms, your perfume clouding his senses, Sebastian realized then, that you were the sun for him. But not the sun that comes on a warm and clear day; you were the sun that came during the cold, when he hadn't felt its warmth in a while and everything looked gray before. That's what you always had been, a source of light, of warmth, of hope. Maybe that's why Sebastian's love for you almost hurts to feel the longer he keeps it tucked away in his chest.

He wondered if you were able to hear just how fast his heart was beating right now.

"I'm sorry," Sebastian mumbled, his lips grazing your hair. He cleared his throat in order for his voice not to come out as tender as he felt. "I still don't know how to get to you, how to… be someone who's deserving of you."

You pulled away from him and Sebastian's breathing stuttered. Your gaze found his, and in his eyes, you could see the regret, the guilt. You knew he blamed himself for much of what happened during your fifth year, no matter how much you tried to make him see otherwise.

With a delicate touch, you cupped Sebastian's cheek, watching with your heart in your mouth as he visibly leaned against your hand, closing his eyes momentarily. "Why don't I be the judge of that?" You whispered, your eyes drifting down to his lips just before you leaned in.

Sebastian breathed in sharply through his nose when your lips touched his, eyes widening in surprise only to close in bliss right after. You kissed him softly, your lips mapping his as if you were trying to memorize each part of him. Both your hands cupped his jaw and you held him to you, showing him anything you weren't able to put into words.

He suddenly couldn't get enough of you. Sebastian's hands were warm against your back, pressing your body to his. He pulled away then, his upper lip just shy of grazing yours as he turned his head, nose bumping yours only so he could kiss you again, again, again.

Snowflakes were melting onto his clothes, his skin. Yet Sebastian felt warm. He whispered confessions of love and you kissed the words. Promising you could never not love him.

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[exactlycleverpirate]

Tipsy Confession

Continuation of Tipsy Invitation

Spoilers for Tipsy Invitation and a little bit for Ebb and Flow.

This is currently SFW. I might continue it into the NSFW realm if there is enough interest.

I felt like Tipsy Invitation ended on such an intense and vulnerable note, with Rafayel waiting for you to decide how you want things to progress between you. I wanted to explore the response to that.

This is in 1st person with a nameless MC.

Rafayel's eyes focused on me intently. Perched on his lap as I was, his face was only inches from mine. A thick silence blanketed the room, the kind that is unique to snowy evenings.

His words hung in the air as he waited.

“Then you should say…you enjoy my company. And that I can make you happy.”

He waited in uncharacteristic patience for my answer. If I wanted to keep it light, all part of the game, he would play along and that would be that. I knew, though, that he was hoping for something different. And so he waited. The decision was in my hands.

Did I want Rafayel? As more than a playful flirtation on a tipsy winter night? If I said as much, there would be no going back. I knew something was on the brink of shifting between the two of us, if I was willing to take that last step.

I didn't even realize I’d been holding my breath until I sucked in a sharp gasp. It broke the still tension between us. Rafayel’s eyes dropped to the side, and he chuckled bitterly.

“Right, then, shall I get us another drink?” He shifted to move me off his lap so he could get up, and I could feel something precious and fragile slipping away.

Slightly panicked, I pushed him back down into the chair. Surprise flickered on his face for a moment, but he quickly rolled with it with his usual teasing air.

“Oh, are we still playing then, dear customer?”

I shook my head. “No.”

I had to push past the nervousness and take that last step, before he retreated into the play-acting that we had both been using as a shield.

Steeling my resolve, I leaned forward, our chests nearly touching. I could hear his breathing speed up, the sweet wine on his breath warming the air between us.

“Rafayel,” I whispered into his ear, feeling him tense beneath me, “I enjoy your company. And you can make me happy.”

He inhaled a sharp, shaky breath. He grabbed the hand that I had pressed against his chest when I leaned forward, bringing it to his cheek as his eyes met mine. They pierced me through, the longing, desperation, and a hint of fear in them making my heart ache, not unlike that night when I'd learned he was a Lemurian. 

“Do you know what you're saying?” He asked, eyes searching mine. He pressed a kiss to my palm as he whispered, “It won't be a game anymore if you take it this direction.”

“I'm done playing games,” I whispered back, running my thumb over his lower lip. He took the tip of it into his mouth, biting softly on it. A shiver of pleasure raced down my arm, nearly distracting me. But I needed to finish saying this.

“Before, you said there was still time for me to care for someone else.” He'd released my thumb to press another kiss against my palm. His eyes were closed, but it was evident he was listening intently. “Well, I'm afraid you're wrong about that. It's much too late for me to care for anyone else. You won't be getting rid of me that easily.”

His eyes squeezed tight as he took a shuddering breath against my hand. When they opened, the heat behind them set me on fire.

“Silly girl,” he chastised, his lips moving to the inside of my wrist as he pulled me flush against him. “As if I could ever bear to be rid of you.”

He released my hand to cup my face in his warm palms, tangling his fingers in my hair. His lips brushed mine in the gentlest tease, and I leaned forward to chase them. He chuckled in delight, before tipping my head and kissing me in earnest.

His tongue darted across my lips, and they parted for him. I whimpered as his tongue entwined with mine, grabbing his arm to ground myself as I matched his fervor with my own. He groaned as I pressed eagerly into him.

A moment later, he was standing up, his hands now hooked under my thighs as they wrapped around him. I buried my fingers into his smooth, soft hair, pressing kisses to his cheeks, nose, throat, anywhere I could reach, as he carried me into the bedroom. His soft laughter wound around my heart.

The red ribbon still hung loosely from his arms. Clearly, I'd have to test my real knot tying skills on him at some point in the future. While that was a delicious thought, right now I wanted to focus on the new, sweet, uncomplicated desire burning between us.

Let me know if you'd be interested in a NSFW continuation of this.

[starlightingsss]

right where you left me

a laxus x reader drabble ig?? js me yapping 😞

HES SAUR FINE THOOUUUUUU

as they - she, kagura, milliana, risley and arana - exited the endless corridors of the labyrinth that was the preliminary for the grand magic games, they were met with a roaring audience. they finished sixth, out of 8, which wasn't too bad considering their competition.

the other 2 guilds already announced were fairy tail and quatro ceberus.

fairy tail hadn't participated in these games in a while, after their humiliating defeats. but this year - they might actually have a chance at victory. she knew too much about the guild, especially with her history, and she knew the tenrou team had returned and would be participating in the games. she didn't know many of the people on the team closely, but she heard of their names and saw some pictures from him.

he disappeared with the rest of them 7 years ago. not a word, and not a trace. she still remembered the day of his departure, how he took off from the tent and how she chased him in his lightning form, how she couldn't get there in time to help them fight but still watched as acnologia blew them to shreds. what she thought was the last seconds of his life.

but there they were, the friends he told her about, competing in a fight to be the best guild. she knew she should've been happy when she first saw their guild making a comeback, but she couldn't help the feeling of fear that swept across her heart. his friends were there, but where was he?

its been 3 months since their return, and she hasn't heard a word from him. she saw the members of his team cheering in the crowd with the rest of their guild, but the man she loved was nowhere to be found.

"what's on your mind?" kagura said, leaning over to the woman. they weren't close but kagura had seemed to take some kind of interest to her, occasionally checking up on her, asking her questions about her past.

"it's.. nothing." i replied, short vague responses was usually all kagura got out of me. but, if im being honest, what else could i give? i shouldn't be in these games right now, i'm in no condition to fight. maybe a few years ago, when i was strong, but now? my body is brittle and malnourished, my eyes are dead and i haven't smiled in years. my alcoholism has aged me an unreasonable amount, and i am just a shell of my former self. my magic power has depleted beyond what seems fixable, and i feel like im slipping away faster as each agonizing day passes. hauntingly beautiful, a ghost even.

it seems i have zoned out through three of the introductions as they are now announcing the second place.

as the crowd roared in excitement, the second place team came out - fairy tail team b. it felt as if the whole world was spinning, as if nothing existed in that moment except for me - and him.

he stood there, next to the pretty white haired girl - mirajane - unscathed and just how he looked 7 years ago. perfect. i felt as a smile bloomed onto my face, tears prickling my eyes. i couldn't hear the deafening roars of the crowd as sabertooth was announced, as my heartbeat seemed to drown them all out. i wanted to run, to run across the stadium into his arms, i wanted to cry about how i missed him, ask where he'd been, i wanted to throw myself into his arms and never leave. but i couldn't, i seemed glued to the spot i was standing, with my eyes glued to him, maybe he didn't recognize me. maybe he chose not to look, but still, he was alive.

a spark seemed to have been relit in me, that fiery spirit and my will to live. my gaze never seemed to leave him, as his eyes finally met mine. i saw how they widened a little in shock as he realized it was me, how his lips curled into a rare smile - not a smirk, but a smile. a geniune smile.

how it ended as quickly as it started, as the teams were dismissed and let to leave, how his guild pulled him away as i couldn't help but smile like a lovestruck fool.

and thats exactly what i was. lovestruck. i loved him and i would forever, the anguish and worry from the past 7 years seeming to lift off my heart. my beloved would be mine again soon, my perfect.

that night, i drank. shamelessly and without a fear, i hadn't touched a drop of alcohol for months, because what if i lost myself to it again? what if i started and couldn't stop? but it was different this time. i drank, not to forget but to celebrate, i drank because i loved him and i refuse to love in fear. i drank because i had a reason to live again, and i drank in celebration, instead of out of habit or to avoid my pain. i was an alcoholic but in those moment, i wasn't. in those moments, i was a 19 year old girl again. a 19 year old girl traveling fiore with the man of my dreams, a girl without a reason to cry. someone so endlessly happy and content.

a euphoric smile lit my features as i stumbled out of our bar, determined to find the one fairy tail was occupying - and after a few block, i settled at the rowdiest bar amongst the 20 i had seen, one with men flying around in barrels.

i entered the building, unnoticed, as i scanned the group for his face.

and there he was, in all his glory - sitting at a table surrounded by his friends.

i stumbled over, tripping over my feet a little, before finally getting to him, slumping myself over him, and wrapping my arm around his neck.

he was clearly less drunk than i was, as he tugged me into his lap, before wrapping me in a tight embrace.

"almost thought you were mad at me for a sec.." he whispered into her ear, as tears filled her eyes. she missed him so so much.

"could never be mad at you.." she replied, as her tears fell and her smile grew.

she heard him murmur an "i'm sorry" as his team seemed to stare in shock a little, his grip on her didnt loosen as he held her to his torso, maybe pulling her away a few times to look at her face and plant a kiss on her cheek.

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

The Phantom of Bebbanburg

Chapter 2

Note: happy spooky season! direct follow up to chapter 1.

Warning for entire series: fluff/angst. mention of ghosts/hauntings/deaths.

pairing: Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You were thrilled to meet up with the mysterious, former warrior again, meanwhile, the haunting activities seemed to intensify.

wordcount: 2,5k

Masterlist

'The guards won't allow me inside the castle.'

That same night after you had first met Sihtric, you already found the handsome Dane following you around in your dreams. A restless sleep it was. The entire night you swore you could feel his warm breath tickle your face, like it had done when you first spoke to him at the stables, as he towered over you.

It all seemed so real, the way you felt his strong arms wrapped around your body as you dreamt you were back in the courtyard again. Sihtric shielded you from the cold gusts of wind, which had subtly chased you away from him when you had been awake. 

And when you woke up the next morning, you found your windows open, with the curtains dancing in the cool morning breeze. And you realised you had truly been cold at night, and the feeling had simply snuck its way into your dream. But to your disappointment, it wasn't Sihtric who had warmed you. It had merely been the soft touch of your own blanket, wrapped around your cold and lonely body.

The day went by pleasantly quick as you prepared the food and drinks for tonight's celebration; the new king's birthday. Meanwhile, you kept daydreaming about your pleasant encounter last night, and your fellow maids noticed your smile was even brighter than usual. They teased you and asked which man had secretly visited you in the night, causing you to make you smile like that. But you weren't going to share the story about the stunning man with any of them yet, and he also hadn't visited you in your room, so you just shrugged with a sly smile and continued your work.

Moments later, you were all startled when a jug of fresh ale suddenly fell off a table, while no one had been near it. Every maid present stared at the spilled drink with big eyes, and many immediately made a cross and said a quick prayer. When nothing more seemed to happen, you took it upon yourself clean it up, with shaking hands, as even you started to believe the ghost stories now.

'I woke up this morning and my windows were open,' one of the maids suddenly whispered, 'but I swear I closed them before I went to bed.'

'As were mine,' another maid said.

'Mine were too,' you joined in, and you all shared concerned and startled looks among each other.

'It must be the ghost,' the first maid said, making a cross again, 'I swear I heard heavy boots walking past the door at night.'

'That could've been a guard,' you tried to ease your friend, 'they do walk around at night too.'

'No, this was different,' she said, frightened, 'the guards walk slowly, but these footsteps… they were almost running.'

'Running?' you furrowed your brow, 'are… are you sure?'

The first maid nodded positively, and the other maid let out a soft sob.

'But why would a ghost… run?'

'I heard my door rattle at night,' the crying maid blurted out, 'I prayed to God he would protect me from the souls of those savages. Maybe the ghost ran because he... he had done something unholy...'

You shuddered at the thought of the stories you heard before, of spirits getting handsy with the maids. You would ask Sihtric about it later, because you couldn't believe Lord Uhtred would do such a thing. Maybe it had been the lost soul of fallen Saxon man, you thought, as they hadn't been much more of a saint than the vikings had been. 

You tried to shake off your fear and remembered the strong winds that had occurred when you were outside with Sihtric last night. And it was the only explanation as to why the windows had opened and the doors had rattled. You definitely hadn't heard any footsteps in the night, and the weather had simply been all but calm.

And as Samhain was only two more sleeps away, fear settled easily in the minds of those who were vulnerable and afraid. And the jug of ale that fell out of nowhere? That would haunt through your mind for the rest of the day.

The had finally night arrived and, as you had served your duties during the day, you were released from your work after the sun had set. You freshened yourself up and put on your prettiest dress, which was darkly red coloured and finished off with black laces at the front. You felt like a princess and couldn't wait to meet your charming prince again. You blushed at the silly thought and quickly made way to the stables, after you had made a brief appearance at the festivity.

You walked through the dark courtyard, your skirt slightly pulled up in one hand so it wouldn't drag through the mud, for it had been raining in the afternoon, while you once again held a lit up torch in your other hand. Your heart was beating out of your chest when you approached the wooden structure, and your breath hitched when your eyes found Sihtric, looking as stunning as he had done the night before, in the bright moon light while he was watering the horses.

As you were relieved of that task tonight, no one else had shown up, so Sihtric had taken it upon himself again. He washed his hands in some clean water, turned around as he dried them on his tunic, and only saw you when he looked up. Upon the sight of you, his eyes grew wide, his lips parted slightly, and a heartwarming smile appeared on his face.

'My princess,' Sihtric said softly, and he bowed his head to you.

You chuckled shyly and played with the laces of your dress, watching Sihtric as he slowly neared you. He reached out, politely took your hand, and pressed a soft kiss onto your skin.

'You look beautiful,' he said, holding your hand in his.

'You are looking handsome too,' you said, and a soft giggle escaped before you could bite down on your lip.

Sihtric smiled and brushed his fingers over the side of your face, causing your flesh to instantly heat up at his cold touch, and your entire body burned up when he pressed his lips onto your cheek. You placed your hands on his broad shoulders, which were once again covered by his leather tunic, and moved them up into the soft, black fur, curling your fingers into the strands of animal hair while the charming Dane cupped your cheeks with care.

'You did my job, watering the horses,' you smiled up at him.

'When you didn't show up to water them,' Sihtric said softly, 'I feared you had packed your belongings and left with the rising sun. I feared that maybe something had scared you in the night, like many maids before you.'

'You think I would leave without seeing you first?'

Sihtric smiled and hummed as he gazed down into your eyes, his loose hair falling slightly in his face.

'In truth, I also wasn't sure if you would come see me again,' he said with clear hesitation, 'I thought… perhaps someone found out you've spent some time with me in the courtyard last night,' he paused, 'and that maybe you had been told off for it.'

'I belong to no one,' you said, 'no one could tell me who I am allowed to spend my time with. And I am here now, am I not?' you smiled softly, 'you shouldn't listen to your foolish thoughts.'

'It's not that simple,' Sihtric whispered, and lightly caressed your cheeks with his thumbs, 'because you, my lady,' his mismatched eyes darted over your face,' are the reason for all my foolish thoughts as of late.'

You looked away from his gaze, shyly plucking at the dark fur your hands were being kept warm in, while a thin curtain of autumn mist snuck up around you, and a light, cool breeze carried the musical notes of the festivities over towards you. You looked back at each other again, both smiling at the sudden music.

'Do you wish to dance?' Sihtric asked with a playful smirk.

'I do,' you smiled, and Sihtric took a step back.

He held his hand out to you, then guided you through the thin fog, away from the stables, towards the centre of the empty courtyard field. There, he placed one hand on your waist while holding your hand in his other, and you placed your free hand on his chest.

'I should warn you,' Sihtric chuckled as he pulled you close, 'it's been a long time since I've danced with someone.'

You smiled and followed his careful lead. Simple steps, but effective enough to make you almost swoon in his arms. You easily moved along to the faint, distant music. And soon, Sihtric let go of your hand, to place both on your waist, while you brought your hands up to his shoulders, resting the side of your face against his chest, wishing this moment would last a lifetime. You took in his smell; a pleasant mix of wood, earth and smoke, and you pressed your face firmer against his chest, breathing in his smell, wanting to remember it forever.

'I take it you have no wife?' you asked after a short while, 'since you haven't danced in a while?'

'I do not,' Sihtric said, 'once I had, but that's a long time ago as well.'

You pulled away, just enough to look up at him, and he gently took your chin.

'But what about you?' he asked, 'do I have to make the square with a poor Saxon man in order to win your heart?'

You laughed, and Sihtric felt his entire body tense up at the sight of your happiness as he held you. The sound of your laughter sent a pleasant shiver down his spine, and his breath hitched in his throat when you threw your head back slightly. He's been deprived of love for so long, and he is aching for you. Desperate for your affection, for your touch, your scent, your warmth and for your love. Sihtric knew he would love you like no other man ever had or ever could, and he decided he would never allow another man to have you after this very moment.

But Sihtric was also afraid. Afraid you'd see him as a monster, like everyone else, once you'd learn the truth about him. He had fallen painfully hard in love with you the first time he saw you, days ago, when he had secretly roamed around in the castle at night, and saw you make haste to your chamber as the chandeliers were swinging. Your beauty had caught his eye, and he had been looking out for you ever since, from the shadows of the corridors. And now that you were finally in his arms, he felt peace at last. Knowing you were safe and tightly wrapped in his embrace, and you wouldn't just disappear if he'd accidentally blink or look the other way, letting you out of his sight for only a split second.

'No,' you smiled, 'my heart is still available, no making of any square is needed.'

'Good,' Sihtric smiled, 'because it's also been a long time since I've killed an enemy, I'm not sure if I still possess the same strength and skill as I used to.'

You gasped softly and then chuckled.

'Frankly, I am not keen on finding out,' you said.

'Fear not, my lady,' Sihtric said, resting his forehead against yours, 'I would shield you from that side of me. I wouldn't want to expose you to that, you are too… precious,' he smiled, 'to see such violence.'

'Don't underestimate me,' you said, 'I've seen a lot in my lifetime too.'

'Of that I have no doubt, my princess,' Sihtric whispered, and he pulled you into his chest again.

And so, wrapped in each other's arms, you danced for moments on end, slowly, holding each other close. Savouring the touch and allowing your memory to take in the feeling, scent, sight and sound of each other, so you could easily recall it when you would be separated later once again. You danced until the light wind changed its direction, and the faint music no longer surrounded you amidst the late autumn fog.

'Thank you,' Sihtric whispered when the night was silent again at last, and he kissed your cheek.

'For what?' you smiled shyly.

'For allowing me to feel again.'

You looked up at Sihtric, completely in love. You had no idea you could feel something so strong and intense, something that made you feel alive as well as frightened that it could kill you at the same time.

'Come with me?' you asked quietly and took his hands.

'Where to, my lady?'

'Stay with me? The night, I mean… in… in my chamber,' you said, 'things have been… happening at night, in the castle,' you admitted, 'I would like it… I would feel safer if you would stay with me.'

'I would love to stay with you,' Sihtric said with a sudden sadness in his eyes, 'but the guards won't allow me inside the castle.'

'I know a way around them,' you smiled, 'trust me?'

Sihtric gave you a curt nod and smiled when you pulled him with you, towards the castle.

After you had snuck inside the castle through the kitchen's backdoor, you carefully led Sihtric to your chamber. And more than once, Sihtric had to pull you with him, behind a pillar or towards a corner, to hide in the hallway's shadow from a wandering guard or a lost festivity guest.

Once in your chamber, you were nervous and excited to join Sihtric, who was already settled in your bed. You had secretly enjoyed the sight of him undressing, and Sihtric had done the same as he helped you get out of your dress. He pulled you in his arms as soon as you laid down next to him, your back pressed firmly against his chest, feeling his warm breath on your neck. And you couldn't stop yourself from smiling, it was hurting your cheeks.

'Can I ask you something?' you spoke after a while.

Sihtric hummed in agreement and waited for your voice to sound in the darkness of the night.

'The other night, one of my friends, another maid, told me she had heard the sound of footsteps running past her door,' you said, 'and another said her door had rattled, as if someone tried to get in. Is that… I mean, if Uhtred is the one who haunts here, is that something he would do?'

Sihtric chuckled softly.

'I don't think Uhtred haunts here,' he said, 'perhaps your friends both just had a nightmare?'

'But,' you said, 'I've… experienced something too.'

'Have you?'

'Yes,' you whispered, feeling the hair on your neck stand up again at the thought, 'when I woke up this morning, my windows were open. But I… I never opened them.'

'Perhaps it was the wind,' Sihtric said, seriously, 'I mean, it sounds to me like it has just been the wind. But... I do know there are stories of other souls dwelling here too.'

'So you are aware?' you asked, 'of the way women are being chased and grabbed at night, in the hallways?'

'I am aware of the stories, yes,' he said, and grew concerned, 'have you been chased or grabbed, my princess?'

'No,' you said, 'luckily I haven't. But the stories are starting to frighten me, Sihtric. Earlier today I saw a jug of ale falling off a table, and no one was even near it,' your voice shrunk to a whisper, 'I... I am afraid.'

You felt Sihtric's embrace around you tighten, and he nuzzled your neck slowly as he deeply breathed in your scent. And he brushed his lips against your skin while he traced your bare arm with his fingertips.

'There is no need to be frightened,' Sihtric whispered in your ear, then kissed your neck softly, tasting your skin with his tongue, 'I'm here now to protect you, my beautiful princess.'

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[royalsunshinehotel]

*slides onto your table once again*

I’m an angst girly, can you PLEASE write a fanfic where the reader and Leo are arguing? Man’s rich and all his exes before were scared to leave him because he’s a powerful man with money. Imagine if the reader is as power and as rich. The type to mot take bs (hehe)

His Mother's Son (Leo Usher x gn!reader)

A/N: I want you all to know that I listened to Whispers by Halsey at least 12 times to write the angst. The ending is a banger though, I'm really proud of it.

It’s hard to remember how good things were on nights like these. Especially when nights like these go south so quickly. You didn’t even make it in the front doors of the event, when your partner had decided to run his mouth off about your past. 

So what if you lied at the beginning of your career, you built your life by yourself, for yourself. Rage cuts through your skull, but you tamped it down, as always. 

“Why did you do that?” You kept your lips firmly pressed together, using both hands to hold your sparkly purse. 

“I just-” He tried. 

“Don’t fucking . . . why did you say that on the red carpet, about my parents?” First he almost made you late to your own party, and now the two of you were here, doomed. 

“It was just a joke.” He’d spoken with his father earlier that day, even at 6’4, Leo always seemed shorter after talking with that man. 

“I’m not laughing.” Leo runs a large hand over his face, to hide him rolling his eyes. “See, when you say things like that, it feels like you’re punishing me.” 

“And why would I do that?” Asked your beau, finally matching your stance and staying still. If this was any other night, jackets would be thrown off, clothing would be optional, but not now. 

“I made it out. I left what I had and I made something new. Something mine.” 

“No, cut deeper.” commands Verna, hiding in the wallpaper, staring out at the tragedy unfolding. 

“You’re a grown man. You should have something of your own by now. That is not, and has never been my fault.” 

“So what are you saying?” His voice came out as something of a wheeze. 

“I think we’re done.” 

“What’s this really about? Has the check from the film not come through yet? Do you need an allowance?” The whiney edge in his voice used to hide someone else entirely, someone with a big heart, who’d bend to your every whim, and now you’re wondering if he was even there at all. 

You stared at him for a moment, as if he’d just slapped you in the face. When you first took up with him, you declared money a taboo topic, and he’d just … 

You’re you. Leo thought for a moment about the day you asked him out. He should have said no. You didn’t need him like the others, you wanted him. And that was fucking terrifying. 

He’d said yes, like a fool, and here he was, exactly where he deserved to be.

“We’re done.” You stated, firmly, calmly, as Leo watched the elevator door closed. In a way, it the door closed on what he thought was the rest of his life. “Apparently not,” he thinks. 

In the elevator, you fall to your knees, staring at yourself in the golden reflection. It’s agony. It always is with him. But at the same time, there’s an unbearable lightness. 

You’d ended it. 

Anything he might have held over you…it didn’t matter now. You’re on your way down, and you’ll get an Uber home, and you’ll figure out what your life looks like without this…overgrown boy taking up all of your energy. 

It’s agony, but it won’t be forever. You’ll live. He won’t. 

With a shuddering breath, Leo’s heart drops. He knew how long it would take you to walk from the elevator, out onto the street. He should yell from the window, he should chase you and let you know that you were right, that he’ll fold, he’ll do whatever you want to keep you. He can’t be without you, he’s known that since he met you. 

But he can’t. 

Maybe it was too many upper, maybe it was too many downers, but he’s been paralyzed before, but he’s never been sober enough to remember it. 

Maybe you were right about the drugs too. 

And now you’re gone. You would be on the front sidewalk by now, he wonders if you’ve thrown a rock through the windshield of his Ferrari. He hoped you did, so he had something to remember you by. 

Leo runs a hand over his face, knees buckling, before he lands on his hardwood floor with a loud ‘thud’. He’s fallen, like a glass of spilled milk. 

“I'm the one who leaves. Ushers do the leaving.” As soon as the words fall out of his mouth he wishes against all odds his mother would appear out of the mist, and slap him upside the head. 

For a minute, Leo commits to the floor, breathing as evenly as possible, and failing. Tears follow soon after, and he doesn’t shy away from them for once. 

You’ve gone. You’ve left him. This is why he was the one who left. 

Leo’s heart pounds in his ears, and he still can’t quite get his breath to even out. It’s almost getting worse. 

Fuck. 

Verna waits in the corner of Leo’s apartment, in the shadows of course.

Oh, how tragic.

In another life, Leo has the nerve to tell Rodrick “no”. In another life, he’s his mother’s son. 

Within him, laid a great capacity for kindness that would have echoed for years after a premature passing. 

As a PE teacher, the kids adore him, of course, and he loves them completely. He still wouldn’t have gotten to grow old with you, but he let you love him that time. 

But it’s not to be. 

At this moment, in this place, he’s an asshole, an addict, and an absurdly rich man who thought his being right mattered above all else. What a shame he’d let the door shut on the one person who’d told him otherwise. 

This time, Verna makes a change. She should tell him about your life, she should tell him that she knows you’ll be alright. And she knows she doesn’t have to. He knows you’re better off without him. 

A tap to the forehead, and he’s gone. 

Mercy. 

Maybe,  this once, he deserves it.

[mythicalsanctuarysodor]

Upon Gordon’s return to his first home, he couldn’t help but notice all the changes. The paddock on a hill that he and his siblings would roll down, or would leap off to glide was now half its size for a train platform. The playground to the side of the barn was gone, the tanbark and old gym equipment taken away, and the storage shed for their training equipment was gone off its foundations. Everything that made this place a home to him in the past was taken away… he sighed sadly as he flew in to the paddock, the irony of the past when the last time he flew over this grassland was when he was leaving it to chase his brother that fateful day.

He wanted to take his time with this, he wanted to soak in the last of his happy memories. The grass was the same green is had been in the springs, but now it was obviously enchanted since the winter snow was nowhere near it. The fencing was lined with Christmas tinsel, making it clear someone still lived here. But the front entrance was the most different.

What was formerly a barn door with wide open windows was now a two sliding door with glass windows, and when he looked on the inside he could see more of the interior. The walls were now no longer wood, gone was the barn aesthetic completely, painted walls greeted him with many shelves and photo frames hanging, if Gordon were to assume anything he’d think the place was converted into a large mansion still in progress.

A stern voice from behind Gordon spooked him. “What do you think you’re doing?” Gordon spun around to be greeted to who he could assume was one of his A4 cousins judging by the hippogriff body, only this one didn’t look like Gadwall, he was silver with a large grey and white peacock tail.

“Oh! My apologies, I should have knocked. I came here to see Gadwall, is he in?” Gordon asked. “Gadwall? What could you want with my little brother?” So this one was an A4, good to know. “I’m a friend of his and Mr Truro’s, we’ve been seeing each other regularly for prosthetic wings appointments and such, I-” “Funny, he’s never mentioned you.” The silver lion hybrid turned his ears back, eyes glaring.

“Rude. And don’t angle your ears at me young stallion.” Gordon crossed his arms. “Get off my property, your trespassing.” “Oh good grief, I’m glad Gadwall isn’t like you. Look, my sister Bonnie said I could visit whenever I’d like, she-” Gordon was cut off by laughing, he looked to see this cousin of his laughing to his face. “Bonnie? As in Blink Bonnie? Oh my friend, you are adorable, no A3 cousin of mine looks like you, let alone, I’ve never met you, and I know all my express service cousins.”

Gordon had just about had it with this brat, he raised his wings slightly, showing the reveal of his six wings, he puffed himself up and turned to face his cousin straight on. The younger mythic’s eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw the excessive limbs on this much larger stallion, unlike the pegasi he’d normally see this one was bulky, and his growls emphasised that. Gordon was about to reprimand his younger relative when a figure trotted over to them from behind from the platform.

“Gordon?” The pair looked to see who it was. The silver A4 quickly sidestepped out of the new commers way and looked to almost shrink at his presence, where Gordon went from annoyed to almost furious. Standing there was a face he had hoped to not run into. “Scotsman.”

[daenakills]

The night when we stopped being you and me.

Tommy Shelby x reader

I never do anything fun w Tommy tbh, pure angst. My favorite character to practice. Enjoy ig, this is just me practicing, hope y'all like it.

The night when we stopped being you and me.

Insomnia dominated my senses every night without you. In which I repeated over and over again that moment in which the two of us stopped being together.

You told me you wanted to be there with me. That I shouldn't go. That I stay here, next to you.

I refused. I watched you cry as you begged me to stay. After a few long minutes of pleading, you stopped, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“It's alright. I hope you do well, Tommy. Think of me once in a while.” It's alright. No, it wasn't.

I left, and between the sounds of war and death, I heard your voice say my name.

Thomas! Stop being such a dummie.

You told me when you were little, when we first met.

As long as I remember you, everything will be fine. I live my worst experiences today while remembering the past. I feel empty, without purpose, without faith.

Now I realize that the only thing that makes that change is you. And now you weren't there any more, the only thing that kept you there, next to me, were your gifts. You were always very detailed, even though I didn't ask you to.

“What's that?” It was cold, although the cold always affected you more than me. I saw you take something out of the pocket of the jumper I gave you.

“It's a little box with little love letters. I made it for you”. I looked at the box, it was very small, and had a few letters. I tried to held back a smile that wanted to form on my face.

“How ridiculous”

“Don't say that! It's what I can do, I don't have much money. I hope the box is nice, at least.” It's true. Your father was a baker, but he hasn't shared a penny with you since you were 13.

“It's perfect.” You laughed and then took my hands and dragged me towards a store that you liked.

I long to hold your hands again with mine. I miss your caresses on my face whenever you couldn't sleep.

“I can't sleep, my love” You looked at me with those eyes that drove me crazy.

“Try closing your eyes and thinking of something you like, or something.”

“Does it work for you?”

“Yeah.”

“Then I'll picture you.” You touched my chest.

If you were to ask me that now, I would say no, that doesn't work for me.

That I don't try anything to be able to sleep any more.

Now I just don't do it.

I want to stop loving.

I want to stop loving you.

That night we stopped being you and me, I hoped to heal from you. Destructive disease, leaving me pensive and immersed in my own fateful thoughts. In my own nightmares, which before today were beautiful dreams full of hope. Full of you.

I want to run away, I want to run away from this war. I want to run away from myself, disappear and never come back. Run away from my thoughts. I started to drown in my regret.

In what I never told you, that little by little it was transforming into a sea, which at this moment is an avalanche that is heading towards me.

I didn't ever think I'd become a romantic, and I didn't, I just became regretful. Unhappy and not in the way I imagined.

Will I ever stop loving you?

Will you ever stop hurting me?

I do not know the answer. After you, I don't know who I am or where I'm going.

When I came back, I asked for you. But they told me that you weren't there any more, that you were gone, chasing your dream of being somebody.

I couldn't bear to think that everything I felt is not going to come back. Never.

Time passed, and with it my hopes of seeing you again passed. To see you next to me.

During the time I met many women. No one like you. Although I met someone who was not the same as you, but who I felt was completing a part of the emptiness that you once left inside of me. The emptiness that I left myself when I left that day.

“Will you promise me that you will always love me? Since I will always love you.” I told you yes.

Didn't stop. I keep looking for the peace that I found in your arms, in your kisses and in your caresses.

If your memories stayed in my system, why not you? — I thought while I found myself in the arms of that woman who was trying to replace you. I couldn't, I couldn't completely fill the void you had left. I understood that I had to settle, that you would never come back.

[moosekateer13]

Look What You Made Me Do

Sequel to Your Sympathy

Former! Sam Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Mention of Breakup, Lovers to Enemies, Angst, Unrequited Love, Fluff

Summary: After realizing her boyfriend, Sam would never change his ways. Y/N does the smart thing she leaves. She's built a wonderful life for herself and her daughter Theresa. Y/N went to Stanford and now owns a law firm. 5 years have passed since that fateful day. Now her past comes knocking.

Inspired by Taylor Swift’s Look What You Made Me Do

But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time. Honey, I rose up from the dead; I do it all the time. I got a list of names, and yours is in red, underlined I check it once, then I check it twice. Oh! Ooh, look what you made me do. Look what you made me do.

It's been 5 years since I left Sam Winchester, who I thought was the love of my life. I knew he wouldn't change, so I did what was best for me and our daughter. Theresa Samantha Winchester, even though he and I were never married. I still wanted her to carry part of him. Does she ask who her dad is? Yeah, she's starting to. I've only told her he just can't be here, and that he loves her. I feel guilty for lying to her, but I can't tell her the truth. She's too young to understand. I'll tell T when she's older.

I’ve become emotionally stronger since then too. I always do what’s best in the long run. We've built a wonderful life here in Vegas. I studied family law at Stanford University remotely and recently opened a law firm. We specialize in custody cases. Inspired, of course, by the situation with Sam, custody cases.

I've finally had some time off, so of course I'm spending time with T. Hearing her giggle as I chase around the yard puts a smile on my face. It feels good to have a week off and spend some time out this summer. T really loves summer because she can wear dresses. They look adorable on her. I have to admit it’s nice to get out of my business clothes and into casual wear for once.

I feel a looming presence watching us. It makes my blood run cold when I see who it is, Sam. He looks angry as hell like he wants to rip my head off. I whisper in my daughter's ear to go into the house. She doesn't need to see this. Sam closes the gap between us. Even though I hate to admit he still looks as good as the last time I’ve seen him. Even if he’s angry at me.

“So this is where you ran off to. I've been looking for you for 5 years. You gave me no forwarding address, just a quote. She's mine, isn't she? How dare you take her from me?” Sam growled.

She looks exactly like him. Those multi-spectrum hazel eyes are a unique trait. So he knows she definitely is his.

“Well, Mr. Perfectly Fine, you never wanted to commit. You even fucking kept our relationship a secret. So don't come yelling at me. I did what was best for her and me.” I retorted.

Sam pulls me towards him and roughly kisses me. I kick him in the balls and he releases me.

“I'm not yours and I never will be again. Go away.” I snarled. I hear a familiar set of tires pull up. My husband rushes over to me.

"Y/N are you okay Resa called me saying someone showed up at our house. She sounded scared, so I rushed home.”

Morgan’s got a worried look all over his handsome face. His brown eyes scan over me to make sure I’m not hurt.

"I'm fine dearest I've got this Sam was just leaving," I replied.

A flash of relief washes over his face.

It looks like the colour has drained from Sam's face. He's a dead ringer for his late father John. Everyone has a twin and Morgan is his. Morgan and I met when I had to travel to Stanford for an exam. Like me, he was a hunter who got out of the life. He did all the standard hunter checks in front of me before we started dating.

I didn't even realize he looked like him until T called him grandpa. Since I still keep one picture on my desk. I've never hid from her who her family is. I told her the truth though he wasn’t. Morgan just looked like him. He’s also a lot younger than him but still older than me. Morgan is 5 years older than me. He and I have been married for a year. It was love at first sight. We were together 6 months before he proposed. So we’ve been together for nearly two years. It didn’t take long for T to get attached to him. She’s grown to love him. It’s strange though she’s never called him dad though just M.

I leave Sam standing there not saying another word. I have nothing left to say to him. I don’t care if he’s heartbroken. I am not his anymore he needs to realize that. We’ve got a life here that I love. I’ve got a family that I’ve always wanted. If he thinks I’m going to leave Morgan, he’s kidding himself. I truly love Morgan. From the moment we met, I knew he was the love of my life. I'll always be grateful for the one good thing that came out of my relationship with Sam, Theresa. As for my relationship with Sam I have no interest in getting it back.

I'm sorry

But the old Y/N can't come to the phone right now

Why? Oh, 'cause she's dead (oh)

[shipcestuous]

(submission)

Found these. 

F*cked by Natalie Knight (twin brothers x sister)

Warren and Ryker. My delinquent twin brothers from hell.

Our father caught them setting the high school athletic center ablaze and sent them away to rot in jail for six years.

But being locked away did nothing to curb their appetite for sin and debauchery.

Now they’re back with a new agenda—fuck, torment, teach—with one thing on their minds: making up for lost time with their spoiled little sister.

Me.

Obsessions: Part 1 by Lily Black (father x daughter)

I wasn’t supposed to crave him, but I do.The more I try to resist, the more my desire grows.One night changes everything because now he wants me too.What we’re doing is sick, twisted, and wrong,but like addicts, we chase the high,but how long until we fall?

Obsessions: Part 2 by Lily Black (father x daughter)

I swore to protect her from the day she was born,and I intend to keep that promise.What we have is wrong in the eyes of many,but I haven’t felt anything this right in my life.But secrets have a way of getting out.Ours could destroy us both.But if the choice is her or walking away,I’ll choose her every fucking time.And God help anyone who stands in my way.

Crooked Cove by Rory Ireland (brother x sister)

Our parents sent me away because they’re terrified that I’ll corrupt their only daughter.They should be.I’ve returned for summertime on the cove.My restraint is hanging by a thread.All it takes is one taste and I’m hooked.I’m the monster under her bed and her saving grace all rolled into one.And I’ll stop at nothing to claim what’s mine.

And Hell Followed by Beckett Riley (brother x sister)

My parents thought emigrating from Germany to the American frontier was going to be a good thing. But it seems that a darkness is doomed to follow us wherever we go and life can be so harsh and unforgiving in this world, especially for a woman.

Luckily, I have my brother, Thomas, to watch out for me. He can only do so much, though, and after that vile attack, I find myself shrouded in darkness more than ever. It was then I realized that festering gloom came from within.

Although society won’t take kindly to it, we have forsaken God to live an unholy life, and just as things finally began to calm down, the past reared its ugly head and came back to destroy everything we’ve built.

But as Thomas once told me, I would ride my steed through the fires of hell to salvage the only thing worth living for, and if the devil himself gets in my way, he will beg God for mercy.

Stolen Kisses and Secret Promises by Rue Seven (brother x sister)

My sweet Kielyr, we were far too young to understand why our parents decided to go separate ways and keep us apart for so many years. Luckily, we found our way back to each other. Never in a million years would I have ever imagined to hold and kiss you like this, to feel this ever-growing love for you. I’m lucky that I get to call you my love, my girl, my everything, my forever.

From the day we finally met, I promised to protect you. To never let anything happen to you, and to be there for you every second of every day, no matter the circumstances. I also promised to love you no matter what. No matter who’d find out about us, and I like to think that I’ve been able to keep our love protected for longer than we had ever expected. I’ve kept all those promises—and will continue to—but there was one day in our lives I hope to never relive ever again.

That day shattered me. It broke my heart to see you in so much pain, and even when you say to leave it all in the past, I still think back and wonder what I could’ve done to avoid it all. To save you from that cruelty. Sweet girl, you are so incredibly strong, and even after everything you’ve been through, your light still shines bright.

I spend every day admiring your kindness, gentleness, and selflessness.You’re truly one of a kind, and I’m forever thankful for your love. I will love you until infinity runs out. Yours always, Rellian.

Love Unexpected by Q.B. Tyler (stepfather x step daughter)

I’d only wanted one kiss.

One kiss, under the dark of night, in a city where no one knew us.

One kiss fueled by my hormones and alcohol and the blinding grief over losing my mother.

One kiss from the man I told myself was untouchable.

But, it didn’t stop at one kiss.

And now we are running full speed down a road with no intention of stopping.

His touch disarms me.His kiss revives me.But, our love, could destroy me.

Love’s Forbidden Flower by Diane Rinella (brother x sister)

The heart cares not what society forbids.

Lily nurtures a secret love for a flawless man—the one who is her soul mate. Donovan is gorgeous, charismatic, and delights in all of Lily’s talents and quirks. Their innate knowledge of each other is almost telepathic. Together they interlock like fine threads creating luxurious silk.

But society dictates this picture-perfect adoration is the ghastliest of all possibilities.

As Lily embarks on a quest for the romance the heavens intended, her suitor turns reluctant. Desperate to uncover why Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hiding decayed from a tender-hearted gentleman into a ferociously self-serving, cocky bastard, Lily is prepared for battle when it comes to the salvation of her soul mate. However, Donovan traps Lily in a mental game of chess, leaving her to question his sanity. When Lily’s revelations about Donovan’s destructive alter ego lead to an inconceivable truth, can she help Donovan survive fate’s cruel joke?

Time’s Forbidden Flower by Diane Rinella part 2 (brother x sister)

An eternity of passion cannot be quelled by society.

Once upon a time Donovan assured Lily all of her dreams would come true. But how could he keep the promise of a fairy tale when her truest goals could not involve him, though her deepest desires did? Now, Lily has it all—love, passion, a family, and the career of her dreams—with Christopher. But something is lacking. She and Donovan have spent the last ten years living apart, and the soul mates are eager to reunite. Can Donovan keep his promise to give Lily all she desires, even with Christopher in the way?

For Lily and Donovan, the past is a mirror to the future that cannot be shattered.

Donovan is convinced Lily has been his love for all eternity. Determined to unravel the past, they embark on a journey to discover where it all began. For centuries Donovan has stolen Lily’s heart while forced to suffer for his love. How much can a soul endure before the breaking point is reached and a monster emerges? Can the demons of the past be combated to pave the way for happiness in the next life? Or has the abuse suffered in this life already turned Donovan hell bound? Time and again, one woman has destroyed their happiness. It’s time to silence her once and for all.

Off Limits by Astra Rose (step father x step daughter)

Have you ever wanted something you just couldn’t have?

When her mother abandons her, Danica Holland doesn’t want to reach out to her ex-stepfather for help–even though he’s always been the one and only parent she could rely on. But when Social Services intervenes on her behalf, he rushes in with open arms…and broad shoulders, strong hands, and that cleft in his chin that drives women wild.

For Danica, life with Jean-Luc Rochat was always safe and secure. But after a year apart and a lot of growing up, things don’t feel so straightforward anymore. For example: Jean-Luc was always loving and protective, but was he also always…this hot?

While Jean-Luc struggles to resist his inappropriate fixation on his stepdaughter and be the parent she needs, Danica realizes that she can’t settle for anything less than the one man she truly loves–even if he is the one man she can never have.

PIKE: St. Charles Hockey Volume 1 by A. Briar (twincest)

PIKEDevil Incarnate. My fraternal twin brother is back in town and he is hellbent on making my life literal hell.

RHYSDaddy’s Princess. My fraternal twin sister. She’s never lived a day in hell, but I’m here to change that and I’ll be holding her hand as we walk through the fiery gates.

[onomatopoetic101999]

Chapter Five: Icarian

Chapter Five B: Introspection

Ignis Fatuus Masterlist

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Icarian: relating to or characteristic of Icarus, especially in being excessively ambitious

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That next evening finds you creeping forward in a crouch, digipicking the locked door the scanner was pointing to the night before. It's a difficult nut to crack, but you figure it out in a matter of seconds. When the door silently swings open, Sam sighs behind you.

"I will never get over smart you are."

You glance back to smile at him before rolling through the door, staying as silent as possible. You take out your scanner again and shift your stance, trying to find the direction of the frequency disturbances. It leads you deeper into the forbidden hall, and you thank your lucky stars that the walkways don't seem to be patrolled.

Now that you were closer to the Artifact, the readings were becoming more consistent. It only takes you a few minutes to find the entrance to a cave, although it's blocked with yet another locked door. You look back at Sam, who nods at you.

After you successfully hack it, the door swings open in a similar way to the previous one. This time, however, the other side is crawling with Paradiso guards.

You're glad you had the forethought to bring your chameleon pack, it's tech turning you invisible when you're still. It's painstakingly slow, but you manage to successfully sneak past every guard until your deep in the mine.

You don't even need your scanner at this point, being able to follow how gravity shifts in response to the Artifact's power. It sits before you buried deep in the rock of the wall. You're surprised the Paradiso leadership hasn't started a viewing for it yet, but then you note how recently the rocks have been broken. The Artifact couldn't have been unearthed more than a day ago.

You double check for more guards in the surrounding area before standing, using your cutter to release the Artifact from its prison in the wall. You make sure Sam is prepared to defend you once you're incapacitated, and then reach out and grab the Artifact.

The familiar series of images and sounds overwhelm your senses, making you entirely unaware of reality for a few dangerous seconds.

When you come to, Sam is standing by the door, gun trained on it in case any guards notice the change in gravity. When he sees that you're awake, he runs over to help you up before you both head back out of the cave.

You make it as far as the empty hallways when a Starborn appears in front of you. He opens fire, and while you kill him quickly, the sounds of the fight draw the guards out.

You hear a loud, "Hey! Stop right there!" behind you, and you try not to panic. Fighting Starborn was one thing, but the sheer number of guards was overwhelming, not to mention the fact they were completely innocent. You needed to find somewhere to hide, and fast.

Sam grabs your hand and begins to sprint, turning every other corner, trying to lose the guards behind you. You make it out of the restricted section of the basement, but you can hear them continuing to give chase.

You make a left at the end of the hall and are met with your worst nightmare: a dead end. The night club of the retreat stands before you both, and you try not to hyperventilate at what that means. This was the only entrance. You were trapped. Sam skids to a stop when you get inside and turns to you.

"Okay, there's gotta be a way out of this..."

You look back to where you came, hearing the guards' steps coming ever closer under the bass of the music, and bite your lip anxiously. It was dark, maybe you could just start dancing...?

Suddenly, Sam's hand leaves yours and he rests his palms on your hips, guiding you quickly but gently backwards towards the nearest wall. When your back hits it, he grasps your chin and tilts it up, making your eyes shift from where they're scanning the entrance to the club to meeting his. They're lidded, pupils larger than normal, and his thumb reaches up to tug under your bottom lip, releasing it from where you've been biting it.

"Now Darlin', I'm gonna need you to trust me for the next few seconds. Do you trust me?" His voice is deeper, raspier than it usually is.

You nod without hesitation, confused, but too caught up in worry to notice him leaning down to you. At your confirmation, his tongue peeks out to sweep across his lips, he takes a deep, steadying breath, and the hand still on your hip slides around to the small of your back, pulling you up against him.

"Good,"

As you faintly hear one of the guards shout, "they went this way!" outside, Sam presses his lips to yours.

The second your lips touch, a realization hits you like lightning, any thought of guards or Artifacts or Starborn vanishing. Oh. Oh. You are in love with Sam Coe.

As he uses your gasp as an opportunity, brushing his tongue against yours while his fingers tighten on your chin, you think back to every interaction you've had with him with a new light. Every smile, every wink, every teasing "Darlin',"... how had you been so blind? You hadn't been flustered just because he was hot; you're entirely, unchangeably in love with him. You're in love with Sam Coe, he is kissing you, and you are doing nothing about it!

You lean into him and wrap your arms around his neck. This is what had been bothering you! You hadn't wanted to pretend because you'd wanted it to be real. He smiles against your mouth. You take solace in the fact that, based on his kiss, he feels the same way. You decide to talk about it later. For right now...

You sink a hand into his hair, and Sam growls. The hand on your chin slides down to just under your jaw, which he tilts up with his thumb as he starts to press open mouth kisses along your neck, beard scratching gently the whole way down. He wedges one of his knees between your thighs, and he hikes up one of yours to rest on his hip. He mouths at your collar bone for a moment before dragging his lips back up to just below your ear, pressing kisses there too.

By now your breathing is nearly frantic, your chest rising and falling against Sam's at a rapid pace. You let out a surprised gasp when he nips at your jaw, and you feel him smirk against your cheek. You breathe out a laugh in response.

How have you survived so long without this? Every sense is consumed by him, to the point where you think if someone asked you a question, you're pretty sure Sam's name would be the only thing coming out of your mouth. His lips are against your neck, the strands of his hair weaved between your fingers, the smell of sandalwood and leather in your nose; he breathes out a quiet sigh of your name, and the neon lights of the club blur as your eyes close involuntarily. Sam, Sam, Sam...

You're so wrapped up in him, in the realization, in this, that it isn't until his other hand grabs one of yours and brings it to the holster on his belt that you fully understand what his motivation is. Your eyes shoot open and you grasp the handle of the gun with shaking fingers. How could you be so naive? Sam didn't mean any of this. He hadn't been sincere this entire mission, remember? You finally understand what you've been feeling, and none of this is...

He sucks a mark onto the point where your neck and jaw meet, and you scan the entrance to the club, trying to keep the tears you feel rising up at bay. This isn't real.

The guards enter in a rush and your fingers tighten on the gun and in Sam's hair. He hums against your skin in response. They take a few steps in, scanning the area, before turning and leaving. The hand on the outside of your knee skims higher, tightening as Sam keeps mouthing along your neck. This isn't real!

You grab his shoulders and shove, pushing him a few inches away from you. He lets go of you immediately and almost stumbles, glancing behind him to check that the guards are gone before turning back to you.

"Darlin', are you o-"

"Don't! Don't call me that. Just-"

You lean heavily against the wall and throw a hand up to stop him when he opens his mouth to speak again.

He's still much too close. Mouth wet and swollen from so many kisses and chest heaving from the loss of breath. He's so... beautiful. Every exhale still brushes air across your face, and you close your eyes to hide the fact that you're two seconds from crying.

"I need to get some air. Do not follow me."

His hands raise to try and comfort you, and you back away from him, all but running out of the club and down the hall again. When you find a bathroom, you bolt inside, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor.

None of that had been real. You're in love with Sam, he just gave you the best kiss of your life, and he hadn't meant a single second of it.

You bury your head in your arms where they rest on your bent knees. A sob heaves out of your mouth. None of that was real...

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Chapter Five B: Introspection

[yanderu-deredere]

Your drabble about Liam, Fujio, Ryouta, and Ryuu reacting to darling's past joke confessions was AMAZING. You knocked it out of the park!!! Got me giggling and kicking my feet ehe. Continuation with the same bois: Darling and said yandere are enjoying the loving couple life these past few months with the occasional outings and dates ignoring those red flags darling is colourblind. But a challenger approaches! The yanderes' past fling blatantly flirts with them in front of darling.

Before the yandere can intervene, darling squares up. Darling drapes herself on their arm possessively while sweetly threatening extreme violence. Something like "He's spoken for. Fuck off or I'll stab your eye with this pen to make soup, okay~" The pen clicks. The past fling runs/yandere chases them away before things escalate. Darling happily asks the yandere, "Why are you staring, baby?? I belong to you and you belong to me just like you said! I'm responding to your passionate love with all my might!" they've awakened a sleeping beast with this one HELP jashlsjksdfkjbsd. Focusing on the wrong things type of darling.

a/n: IM SO GLAD THAT SO MANY OF YOU LIKED THAT POST SM lmaooo this is like the third ask ive gotten abt it!! ofc kudos to the requester too lol! and i absolutely love love this sequel!

warning: female reader as requested, descriptions of violence

liam arieh ★ profile

"Liammy!"

The arm around your waist tightened considerably as Liam started trying his best to walk faster. He knew taking you around the block for dinner wasn't the best idea and, yet, he'd let your puppy dog eyes win him over.

Now look at where that brought him.

"Liam!" The shrill voice seemed to only get more shrill and, before Liam could consider doing anything else, someone latched onto his free arm "Where you going?"

"I'm with my wife." Liam answered snappily though there was a dark smile on his face as he snatched his arm back. The girl had gripped it hard enough that she left claw marks. Disgusting.

"Wh-Who is this, Liam?" You buried yourself into his side, sweet confused eyes staring up at him.

Liam felt his blood turn cold. He'd dealt a little with your self-confidence (or lack thereof) so he'd hoped that you were better now. He worried that wasn't the case and that you'd mistake this situation for something it really wasn't.

He'd slept around before, yes, but they'd never meant anything. Nobody did until he met you.

Liam quickly opened his mouth, desperately wanting to explain though he tried his best to keep a calm expression on his face. Before he could, though, the stupid girl on his other side spoke up.

"Oh, are you Liam's flavor of the week? I was last month's, you know." She flipped her hair over her shoulder, her voice grating on both Liam's and yours patience. "Though I don't think that'll matter since you won't last long."

Laim felt anger flare in him. His blood practically boiled at her words. He was about to push her aside when you suddenly swept up, pushing her yourself. Hard. Hard enough that she fell and hit her head on the brick wall behind her.

Then, you stepped over, tucking your hair behind your ear almost demurely as you crouched a little over Liam's ex's body "Well, I think you won't last long if I bashed your head into this wall any harder, hmm?"

"Don't touch things that don't belong to you and we won't have a problem." You added as you leaned a bit closer, as if telling her a secret. Then, you straightened and dusted yourself.

Liam had watched every single second of what you'd done and the hot blood in his veins immediately turned from anger to lust. He wrapped his arms around your waist, quickly pulling you to him and pressing a hard kiss against your temple.

"That's my girl."

You just preened in the face of his affection, soft smile on your face "That's right. I'm yours and you're mine."

"So, next time someone comes near you, don't let them." You pouted, huffing a little and crossing your arms.

He just chuckled "Now where'd this demanding angel come from?"

"You told me you love me, right? I'm just returning that love tenfold!" You looked up at him, cheek pressing against his collar and your hands going over his hands

Liam just laughed and thanked whatever higher power was out there that they sent you right to him.

fujio watanabe ★ profile

Ever since the two of you got together, Fujio refused to let you leave his sight. Though you reassured him multiple times that you loved him and wouldn't go anywhere, he still dragged you around.

This time, he'd dragged you to his gym. While he was working out, you were just sitting on a nearby bench, observing the way his glistening muscles seemed to flex and un-flex as he lifted up heavy barbells.

Just as he'd finished his last one, some woman suddenly ran across the whole gym and wrapped her arms around his torso, hugging him tight "Fujio!"

He'd grunted and let the barbell clatter to the ground with a heavy thud. Already, blood seemed to heat in his veins. He didn't like it when people ambushed him from his blind spots.

Momentarily, Fujio imagined what it’d be like to lift the barbell in front of him and wack this woman with it. He doubted you’d like the blood though so, he gritted his teeth and resisted the urge. “Let go of me.”

She at least seemed to realise that he was serious because she let go immediately, a nervous expression on her face “Fujio, baby, what’s wrong?”

“You’re what’s wrong.”

Fujio stiffened at your voice and immediately frowned. Fuck, the last thing he ever wanted was to create a misunderstanding with you that would cause you to slip from his grasp. Though he knew that he’d never really let you leave him, it was better if you stayed of your own volition.

“Who’s this? Your current whore?” The woman—Fujio’s ex, you guessed—eyed you up and down as if trying to assess your threat level. From the infuriating smirk on her face, she seemed to think she had something over you.

Before she could say much more, you swung the kettlebell you’d found at her head. It connected with her temple and she crumpled to the ground, whining and crying. Without hesitation, you dropped the same kettlebell on her chest; it was light enough not to injure her but it definitely pushed all the air out of her lungs.

Then, you squatted next to her, your face especially close to hers as you whispered in her ear “I’m actually his girlfriend and I’d appreciate if you didn’t touch him. Thank you.”

“Or I might have to find a heavier weight to keep you down permanently, you know?” You added, sweet smile on your face.

Before you could stand, arms wrapped around you, lifting you into a bridal carry. You looked up and saw that it was Fujio, a dark expression on his face as he nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck, teeth already nibbling and nipping.

"Where the fuck did that come from?" He mumbled against your skin, breath hot and grip on you tight as ever.

You just wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled "I'm yours, remember? Just wanted to act like it."

“Why was that so fucking hot? Holy shit. We need to hit the showers like now.”

ryouta watanabe ★ profile

Ryouta really never went out like ever. The only times he really left his apartment were when he needed to grocery shop and when he needed to do some work in person.

Now that you were his girlfriend, that schedule applied to you too.

He was at his computer like always. You were on his bed behind him, playing around with his switch. Though you were extremely concentrated on the game at hand, you couldn't help but be a little soothed by the clack of Ryouta's keyboard.

That was until a discord notification pinged through the speakers. It was soft, almost unnoticeable. But it had interrupted your peaceful time and so you definitely noticed it.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you watched Ryouta’s fists clench and unclench in the dim light of his computer. With quiet moves, you picked up his phone and dialled your birthday. There, you saw what the discord message said.

“Hey, I know you said you weren’t interested but I really like you and I’d like to meet IRL to see if there’s chemistry.” It read. The icon was of a woman who was using some sort of puppy filter.

You scrolled up a little and saw what their conversation was like. At first, it seemed mostly work related. Then, slowly, the woman started getting more and more personal, wanting desperately to get close to Ryouta.

He rebuffed every single advance but, apparently, the woman just thought he was playing hard to get.

You put the phone down and padded over to Ryouta, his too-big shirt slipping off your shoulders. With surprising ease, you slipped right into his lap, face nuzzling into his neck.

“Darling? What’s wrong?” Immediately, his body relaxed as he pressed a soft kiss against your temple, and the tension left, replaced with a sort of softness that he only ever reserved for you.

You didn’t say anything, just brushed his hands off the keyboard.

With a sense of urgency and a seriousness he’d never seen from you before, Ryouta watched as you typed. “Hi, this is his girlfriend. I’m going to block you on his account now and, if I ever find out that you contacted him ever again, I’m going to take a pen and I’m going to slam it straight into your eye socket.”

Then, as if you needed to say anything else, you wrote a second message that said “Have a good day.”

After that, you didn’t block her like you said you would. Instead, you tucked yourself into Ryouta’s arms and wrapped yourself around him, clinging to him almost like a koala. You even buried your face into his collar bone, wanting to be as close to him as possible.

“You’re mine.” You stated stubbornly. "Like I'm yours, right?"

As Ryouta blocked the random woman who meant nothing to him, he couldn’t agree more.

ryuunosuke yamamoto ★ profile

Ever since the two of you got together, Ryuu was literally permanently attached to your hip. It felt like anywhere you went, he also went. Even in the restroom, when you didn't let him join you, he sat outside and sent you memes.

So, it was no wonder that you were inseparable even when he went to work.

He was wiping down the counters and you were sitting behind the register, happy expression on your face as you browsed through your phone.

The bell tinkled as the door to the creamery opened and someone rushed in "Ryuu!"

Ryuu let out a pained groan and immediately stepped away from the counter, wide eyes eyeing the measly little door that kept the general public from the employees.

"Ryuu, I've missed you so much! Where have you been?" The woman leaned forward, trying to get as close to Ryuu as possible without literally vaulting the counter.

Of course, Ryuu leaned away and tried to hide his grimace "Hey, uh, what can I get you?"

"I mean, I want to ask you for my number for the fifth time but I have a feeling you really won't give it to me." She whined a little, pathetic pout playing across her lips.

That's when you looked up, blank expression on your face.

"I'm not on the menu." Ryuu proudly spoke up, trying his best to keep his anger down lest he get reprimanded by the higher ups.

"Though you are the most delicious thing--" Before the woman could continue, Ryuu heard a thunk and the woman screamed loud.

He looked to you who had suddenly gotten beside him. Then he looked down to see that you'd cut the woman's finger off with one of the ice cream scrapers.

"He said he's not on the menu." You'd stated simply, sweet customer service smile clear on your face "Now scram before you lose your whole arm and not just your finger."

She looked to Ryuu with wide eyes as she clutched her profusely bleeding hand to her chest. Instead, Ryuu just laughed like you'd said the funniest joke in the world.

"Don't look at me. Whatever the missus wants, she gets, you know."

[carissimipaixao]

Hey so could I possibly get a Drabble where Lupin has a new crush and they had made a deal in the beginning when they first met. By end of it instead of running away and not paying the deal. They kiss Lupin on the mouth and then run away in a car quickly. Without bringing up his side of the deal which he tries bringing up once he snaps out of it. And he feels something heavy in his shirt while. CRush is driving off and sees it was his side of the deal in his shirt pocket. They had held their side of the deal?

It had been a common interest that begun it all.

In order to enter an ancient citadel that had long crumbled into dust, two very important pieces were required — the Aatma Gem and the Nasha Gem. Whatever rested past the stone gate had been a mystery for centuries, as the ticket kept falling out of reach for curious circumstances, dripping through explorers and thieves' hands like sand.

That just made it even more tempting.

As mercenaries aimed their weapons right at you and someone who just so happened to have the same idea, the man leaned his head in your direction, never straying his eyes from the enemy as he slowly counted down the seconds til your not so public execution.

70/30? He had whispered.

You scoffed. 50/50, or nothing.

And so, the unlikely alliance was formed — just like that.

The two of you would split and chase after each gem. You had taken up on the Nasha Gem, finding it incredibly fitting due to your history. Perhaps, indeed, it is cursed, explaining why everyone is led to misery and even death, but if such things already haunt you, how hard could it possibly be?

(The scars and burns that nearly took your life might be able to answer for that.)

"Next step," you begin when you finally reunite with your partner, "the Citadel of Phoolra."

Lupin shoves his hands into his pockets as he accompanies you out of the hideout. "Hm, I still can't believe you'd go on your own," he says. "Are you trying to steal the thrill of this adventure, too? Just like you nearly stole the documents months ago?"

"They were mine in the first place," you argue, "but it's all in the past, no?" Indeed, he has upheld his end of the deal thus far — you had seen the Aatma Gem in his hand, the mischievious glint in his eye — and now, you just needed to get to Phoolra, both gem in hand.

But—

"I expect you're not going to leave me empty-handed?" Lupin asks as you enter your car, your eyes distant. "50/50."

Thrills, huh?

The silk of the yellow tie feels soft in your hand, as you pull him towards you suddenly. Thrilling indeed, to finally be able to steal a kiss from this man who has so easily captivated your attention. You barely hear the sound of surprise that escapes his lips, vibrating against your mouth, but he quickly recovers, returning the kiss effortlessly.

Who has stolen whose breath, now?

You pull away with a smile, trying to hide the longing in your expression. "See you around, Lupin."

Leaving him behind in the night, the man stares after your car with a silent, yet tender look. Then, when he straightens his jacket, he feels something. "Hm?" He checks his pockets, touching a round shape. As he pulls it out of his pocket, he stares, surprised, at the sight of the Nasha Gem now in his hand, right with a piece of paper.

Don't keep me waiting, it says.

author's note: i'm sorry if i misunderstood the request! either way, i do love some rivals to lovers or even rivals with benefits 😌

[jessybarnes]

Title: One Night Only

Pairing: Chase Collins x F!Reader

Word Count: 2k +

Tags: 18+ MDNI, smut, fluff, bedsharing, praise kink, fingering (female receiving), unprotected sex, possible dubcon (Idk if this classifies as that so I'm tagging just in case), pet names, cuddling, biting, marking, nipple play, begging, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and I think that's it.

Written For: @sebastianstanbingo and @kinktober2022

Squares Filled: Bedsharing for Kinktober and Square B5 - One Bed for Sebastian Stan Bingo

Beta(s): T. Thompson and A. DiLorenza

Title Card: Yours Truly

"Well, that's just fucking great!"

You sigh as you look at the soaked floor of your dorm room. It hasn't even been a week since you moved in and things were already going south.

Thankfully, you're able to save your school books and important papers, but almost everything else the water touched is ruined. Your bedframe, the dresser, and the desk, they're all made of wood that is now saturated.

Just as you're about to call your RA, a knock sounds on your door.

"Y/N? Hey, is water leaking into your room too?"

You open it and groan, "unfortunately, yes. I was actually just about to call you, Dee. What are we supposed to do? The rain isn't set to stop for another twelve hours."

She looks around your room briefly before training her eyes back on you. Her eyes look tired like she's been trying to desperately control this uncontrollable situation for hours.

"I've got good news and bad news," she runs a hand through her curly hair. "The good news is that the school is going to have new furniture in all of our rooms by the end of the day tomorrow."

You gaze at her warily. "And the bad news?"

Dee almost winces and you know what she's going to say before she even opens her mouth. You shake your head and take a step back.

"No. Absolutely not. I am not, under any circumstances, sharing a room with Chase."

"Y/N, please...can't you just put aside your differences for one night? Besides, I didn't pick who had to sleep where."

Chase fucking Collins, one of the most arrogant, self-centered people you've ever met, hit on practically any woman with a heartbeat. He'd recently taken a liking to you and you had made it perfectly clear to him that you weren't interested.

That didn't stop him from trying to get in your pants every chance he got, though. Why couldn't he just accept that you just didn't want him? Girls threw themselves at him all the time anyway, so it wasn't like it was hard for him to get laid.

You took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Dee was right, this wasn't her fault.

"Fine," you shrug, "I'll get my things. I've survived the last three weeks of him drooling over me so I sure as hell can survive one more night of it."

An hour later you stand outside Chase's door with the same sour look on your face from earlier. You don't even want to knock. The thought of spending any amount of alone time with him sounds about as fun as laying on a bed of nails.

Maybe you can sleep in the hallway or, come to think of it, who even needs sleep? College is about pulling all-nighters and eating your weight in Ramen, right? Before you can turn and walk away, Chase's door opens, his eyes raking over you like a hungry wolf would when seeing a lamb.

"Well, if it isn't Y/N. Have you finally come over to be my pretty little plaything?"

You roll your eyes and shove past him. "In your dreams, Collins. I'm only here because I have to be."

His eyes follow your figure as you walk to the middle of his room. "And," he shuts his door and leans against it, "may I ask why?"

You huff, "because this place is a fucking dump, and the roof leaks in the girl's dorm area. Now that you've asked your question, I've got one. Where's the other bed?"

He smirks and you swear you see his eyes flicker to a deep onyx. "There's only one, sweetheart. Don't worry though, we can share mine."

Your arms cross over your chest, "you can't be serious. I'm not sleeping with you, Chase. I'm here for one night until they put new furniture in my room. I'll just take the floor."

Chase watches with an amused look on his face as you grab the comforter off of his bed and throw your sweater down as a pillow.

"Suit yourself. Also, I hope you don't mind," he looks directly into your narrowed eyes and grins as he undoes the button on his jeans and slides them down his legs, "I sleep naked."

Your eyes go wide and you look away just as he takes his boxers off. "Whatever. Even if I did mind it's not like it matters."

He doesn't say anything else to you as you lay against his dresser. His room looks like yours only it's tailored to his style. It smells like him and you hate that you like it.

You really, really like it.

You close your eyes and try to ignore the fact that Chase is only a couple of feet away from you laying in his bed. Wearing nothing but one of his stupid, smug smiles on his face. At least, that's how you picture him.

Annoyingly, the floor isn't at all comfortable, but you stick to your guns and try your best to adjust. About forty-five minutes later, you finally fall asleep.

You wake up shivering.

Even with the comforter wrapped around you like a cocoon it still feels like you're in the arctic. You touch the screen on your phone and groan. It's only three in the morning and there's no way you're going to be able to go back to sleep with how cold it is.

"I can hear your teeth chattering all the way over here." Even if you can't see his face, you just know he's smirking.

"Well, if you didn't keep your room so fucking freezing then you wouldn't have to hear them."

"You know, the offer still stands, Y/N. You'll be much warmer if you come up here with me."

As much as you absolutely loathe the thought of giving in, the hard, cold floor isn't doing you any favors. Plus you have a test in the morning and you want to be well rested for it.

"Fine. But no funny business, Collins."

You untangle yourself from the comforter and begrudgingly stand up. Chase lifts the sheets and pats the empty space next to him.

Grabbing one of his extra pillows, you slide in beside him keeping as much distance as possible between the two of you.

"Just stay on your side of the bed and we'll be fine."

He chuckles, "whatever you say, sweetheart."

For a few moments, neither of you says anything. You're facing toward his dresser while he faces you. Even with all of the blankets you still can't get warm. You feel his fingers brush your arm and you jump.

"Jesus, Y/N, you're shivering." He wraps his arm around your torso and pulls you back against him with ease, "come here."

"Chase?! What are you doing?! I said-"

"I know what you said, but we both need to sleep and that's not going to happen if you're shaking like this. Now relax for me, okay?"

"...Okay." You have to admit, he is extremely warm. And you don't exactly hate the way it feels to have his big hand splayed across your bare stomach.

He nuzzles against the back of your neck, his warm breaths tickling your exposed skin. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to ignore the coil of arousal blooming in your core. No, there is no way, no way, you're letting yourself be attracted to Chase and his womanizer reputation.

"I can hear your heart racing, sweetheart." His fingertips play with the hem of your sleep shorts just barely sliding underneath them. "You say you don't want me, but," Chase moves closer and you can feel his arousal pressing against your lower back, "your body tells me a different story."

You gasp, "Chase...I-"

"Shh, let me warm you up, baby."

His fingers slip between your folds and he groans, "oh, princess, you're already so wet." He circles your clit slowly, a moan falling from your lips. "That's it, Y/N."

You tilt your head back to rest on his shoulder, your hips thrusting up to meet the pads of his fingers. Chase begins to trail kisses along the side of your throat, your pulse thrumming wildly against his parted lips.

"Mmm, so pretty, sugar. Let's see if we can warm you up even more." He pushes his middle and ring fingers inside of you making you whimper.

"Oh, God...Chase!"

"That's right baby," he can't help rutting against you, his cock beginning to leak from how you're pushing back into him.

"Please! I- Oh, fuck...I need more."

"More? You mean like this?" He quickens his movements, curling his fingertips upward every so often. It's just enough to graze that specific place that makes you keen with want.

Any amount of protest you had left in your body dissipates as you feel your previous simmer of arousal turn into a full-fledged inferno. Chase's low, sultry voice in your ear makes your body erupt with goosebumps, and you can't help the whine you make when he nips at your earlobe.

"Doing so good for me, sweetheart. Wanna see you cum for me though. Come on, Y/N, you're right there. I can feel how close you are. Show me, baby. Cum all over my fingers."

You fist the sheets as your legs begin to tremble. The heel of his hand rubs your bundle of nerves every time he plunges into your soaked cunt.

"Oh, Chase! Fuck, I-I'm gonna...gonna cum!"

Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, the force of it making your eyes roll back of their own volition. Chase doesn't stop, the overstimulation causes your body to shake with aftershocks.

"Oh, baby... you look so beautiful cumming around my fingers. Such a good girl for me. Think you can do it again around my cock?"

You're panting as he rolls you onto your back. Chase towers over you, his once electric blue eyes now completely black.

"Don't be scared, sweetheart. I won't hurt you." He leans down on his forearms and captures your lips in a predatory kiss. He licks into your mouth, and his tongue tangles with yours, hot and dominant.

"Chase, what ... are you?"

He smirks, "I'm one of the sons of Ipswich, honey." He brings the two fingers that were just buried inside of you between his lips and moans around them. "You taste like heaven, Y/N."

Those same two fingers hover above your wide-eyed gaze briefly before flicking upwards. Immediately your wrists are held above your head and you realize you're unable to move them.

It dawns on you that he used magic to restrain you and, fuck, if that wasn't the hottest fucking thing anyone's ever done to you.

"Please...," you try to reach down and wrap your hand around his erection, but to no avail.

"Someone's eager," he growls and you roll your eyes.

"I swear to fucking god if you don't fuck me right now-"

"I hate to break it to you, sugar, but I'm not the one restrained here." You huff as he chuckles and you aren't sure if it's more condescending or authoritative.

"Chase! I'm not kid-AH!" Before you can finish, he lines himself up and effectively shuts you up with his dick.

"You're so demanding, pretty girl... - oh, fuck - and so damn tight!"

Your wrap your legs around his waist as he starts to move his hips. He's thick, the thickest you've had, and the way his cock nudges your sweet spot makes your toes curl.

"Oh, my fucking god, oh, Chase! Baby, you feel so good!"

He peppers open-mouthed kisses anywhere he can reach as he fucks you slow and deep. "Yeah, princess? Do you like the way I fuck this tight little pussy? I can feel the way your I pulling me in, sweetheart."

Chase cups your breasts and leans down to roll his tongue over one of your nipples. His name is a cry of pleasure from your lips as you arch into his touch, the familiar heat from before rekindling low in your belly.

He kisses you again, his teeth sinking deliciously into your lower lip. It's filthy, almost as if he's claiming you as he continues to mark your skin.

"You're so fuckin' hot, baby. These beautiful tits, this perfect little pussy, and those aren't even the best parts of you. God, you're a dream, Y/N."

"Chase, please!"

He brushes the pad of his thumb over your kiss-swollen bottom lip, "I got you, sugar. I'll give you what you need."

Chase lifts one of your legs onto his shoulder and both of you groan, the new angle making his cock go impossibly deeper.

He fucks you at a punishing pace, hard and precise as the flared head of his dick hits your spot on every thrust.

You can't get enough of him. His coal-black eyes stare down at you, his skin glistens with beads of sweat, and little grunts and moans fall from his smooth, parted lips. It lights an eternal flame inside you, and you know you're a goner for him.

"Oh, god... oh, god, I'm gonna cum again. Chase, I'm gonna cum!"

He draws circles around your clit that match perfectly in time with his thrusts, his eyes shut tight now that you're beginning to clench around him.

"C'mon, Princess...do it. Cum on my cock, Y/N. Fuck, baby, you're gonna make me cum. Yeah, that's it...just like that! Oh, oh, FUCK!"

Chase stills inside of you just as you come undone for him a second time. Both of you are panting as he lets go of your leg and buries his face in the crook of your neck.

You lay there for a few moments, just breathing together until he finally looks at you again. His eyes are back to the beautiful blue that you're used to and you smile as he cups your cheek.

"You can move your hands, honey. They're not restrained anymore."

"Thanks," you grin and wrap them around his neck.

He kisses you sweetly and pulls out of you gently.

"I'm glad you're warm now, sweetheart."

[wyverewings]

And here we are, at the end of this countdown. Hope you’re having fun with Indigo Disk! I’m gonna be doing that when this post goes up since it’s queued for that day.

I’m just gonna cut to the chase here. Koraidon is, without a doubt, my absolute favorite Pokémon. And I’m gonna gush so much that I feel it’s probably best to describe the scene here, and have the gushing under the cut. Koraidon (or Scarlet, as I nicknamed mine) is with Ogerpon and Dipplin since they rep the DLC.

Okay, let’s start from the beginning…

For a while after ScVi released, I didn’t buy it. I looked at the glitches and kinda thought it just wasn’t worth it. Well, until some people told me it was actually pretty good, the glitches were the main problem and they’d been mostly patched.

So on my 18th birthday, I’d buy Scarlet off the eshop as a little gift for myself, just to see what it was like. I chose that version because I preferred the overall aesthetic over Violet.

Pretty soon after I started, that’s when I met Koraidon. I find them injured on a beach, and I gave sandwich to help them regain their strength. They ended up saving me in a cave after a Houndoom attacked me, but they’re still not entirely able to fight.

As it turns out, they belong to Arven, a grouch who happens to be the professor’s kid. Apparently he kinda hates Koraidon, so he just decides to leave him with me. From then on, I’m able to ride upon Koraidon! At first, there’s not a lot they’re capable of, but that changes quickly.

See, Arven’s on a quest for Herba Mystica, a legendary plant that gives great power to any who consume it. These are what happen to power up Koraidon, the first giving them the ability to quickly dash, and the second giving them the ability to swim.

At the second one, I find out that Arven’s not so bad actually, as he’s going on this journey for his injured Pokémon to heal. And not only do I learn more about Arven, but also about Koraidon. At one point, Arven speculates that Koraidon isn’t just physically unable to fight, but they might also have some trauma holding them back.

Eventually, Arven successfully brings his Pokémon back to full health, but Koraidon’s still unable to battle. But his mom has called him down to Area Zero for some reason…

Once I’ve finished with all three of the main quests, I’m ready to descend into Area Zero. But at first, Koraidon’s too scared to come out of their Pokeball… Slowly, you learn more about Area Zero and the Paradox Pokemon, including that Koraidon are Paradox Pokemon from the past.

Eventually, you meet another Koraidon. But this one isn’t as friendly as my companion, and the latter seems terrified of the former…

And then I meet Sada, or rather the AI made in her likeness, and I learn that my friend was traumatized by the hostile Koraidon bullying them and also the death of the professor.

I have to fight AI Sada now, with all her ancient Pokémon… and then at the end of the battle, the Paradise Protection Protocol is activated, and the hostile Koraidon attacks.

I can’t run, the door is shut. And I can’t throw out my Pokeballs, all are locked except for Sada’s…

Except for one.

I now have to send out my friend, my friend who has been traumatized by the foe they must face down… but they fight. They fight for my sake. They cannot be defeated during the battle, they will tough out all the attacks, and once I Terastralize them, their Tera Blast makes quick work of the bully who they once feared.

And thus, from now on, they are officially able to battle. When you need them to do so, you have to enable their battle mode to put them in your party, though you won’t be able to ride on them until they’re back in riding mode. A lot of people find this annoying, but honestly? I don’t care about that. It just doesn’t feel like a problem for me. I think they’d like a rest from battling sometimes, and I’ll just send them out when I really need them.

I know this has all just been recapping the story of the game, but I don’t know how else to explain how attached I got to my Scarlet. My closest friend, my dearest companion, and my greatest treasure…

I’ll be off tumblr for a bit, I’m just gonna be busy partaking in new adventures with my friend.