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schemmentigfs · 3 months

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Future Milf, part two.

part one!

paring: melissa schemmenti x reader.

summary: after the incident in the teacher's lounge, you start to avoid melissa who is willing to know what happened and trying to get things back to normal.

warnings: just a little angst but trust me, we have a happy ending!

author notes: This is a little rushed, but I hope you all enjoy this second part 🤍 I also wanted to thank the beautiful people who are sending requests for Mel, they are amazing and i'm already working on them! And don't worry, feel free to send any idea that comes to mind. It will be an honor for me to turn them into reality.

tags: @esposadejoyhuerta @gweninred @moistblobfish

English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes!

The truth was that Melissa was completely disoriented, her brain trying to process what had happened in the last seven minutes. You acting like that and apologizing, leaving the room as quickly as possible made her worried as hell.

All she wanted was to comfort you and know what was really happening. There were a lot of doubts in her mind, to be honest. Had she done something? Or said something? The way you couldn't look into her green eyes was so strange..

Everything between you two was great until today, and then it all suddenly fell apart at lunchtime? That made her feel a little paranoid.

“Melissa, are you well? Are you hurt?” Barb asks.

“I don't know,” she said, staring into nothing, worrying her friends, “I just need to check on her.” The redhead gets up and runs to start looking for you.

“MELISSA! WAIT!” the entire Abbott crew screams, but she completely ignores it.

She stops in front of your classroom and notices that the door is locked. The lights are off, but Melissa knows you're in there.

“Sweetheart, please let me in,” she knocks gently, “I am not mad with ya. Don't worry about it, I just want to know how you are.” The older woman adds, almost begging for you to open the door.

Locked inside your classroom, you were sitting on the floor. Curled up hugging your knees, trying to find some comfort while crying. The whole situation was so fucking stupid, of course. But it still left you overwhelmed and on the verge of an anxiety attack.

So lending Melissa the future milf t-shirt made you completely lose your mind? Wow, you really were a stupid person. Stupid. That word stuck in your brain and made you cry even more.

Hearing your quiet sobs made the redhead's heart break into pieces. The thought of her doing something that made you hurt was utterly painful. The truth was that Melissa would blame herself for the rest of her life if she had made you feel bad in any way.

“Hon, c'mon. Let me—” she started.

“Don't. Melissa, please. Just go away, I need to be alone,” you interrupt her, hoping she would understand that you didn't have the strength to say anything else.

Before walking away, she whispers loud enough for you to hear. “If you need anything, you know where to find me. But please, promise me you'll be okay.” The redhead said trying to wipe away the small tears that threatened to fall from her face.

“I'll be fine. Now go.” You growl, unaware that your words have fully gotten to her.

—

It had been a while since Melissa changed her mood so quickly. She had learned to control her emotions, thanks to you, who helped her notice that it was okay to show them from time to time and it wasn't shameful at all. But at that moment everything seemed useless.

Her legs were shaking slightly and she kept tapping her fingers on the desk, while trying to focus on correcting some of the children's homeworks. It was clear that Melissa was almost having a huge panic attack.

Ashely, who was now scrolling through her cell phone boredly after making sure the students were doing their activities calmly and in silence, noticed the sudden change in the redhead and her eyebrows raised in confusion.

“What’s the matter, boss? You seem a little quiet since lunch time. Which is strange ‘cause earlier you were all excited and—”

The older woman rolls her eyes. “Nothing happened. I'm fine,” she responds, clenching her teeth, “everything is ok, kid.”

“Are you sure? I know we’re not that close, but if you need to vent, I’m all ears.” The girl shrugs.

Melissa's eyes widen, her aide was really willing to give her some advice? Normally, Ashley didn't tend to be very serious. When she tried to help, the girl always ended up saying things that were a bit nonsense. But this time, she was here ready to be a shoulder to lean on.

“Y/n..” she started but quickly corrected herself, not quite ready to confide the crush she had on you to anyone else than Barbara. “Today, a strange thing happened between me and a friend that honestly left me completely confused.”

“Oh. Do you have any idea what might have happened?”

Melissa stops for a moment, trying to get her head to work and think of a reason that could explain what had happened between the two of you.

“I-I can't explain it properly...everything was normal between us and when lunch time came...” the teacher stuttered, “she could barely look at me and when I told her to act like a real adult and tell me what was happening, she panicked and ran away.”

“After that you were able to talk to her?”

“Kinda, but she told me to leave her alone.”

Ashley gives her a pitying look, she knew who Melissa was referring to. Anyone who works at Abbott would know. “I'm sorry this happened boss, but I'm sure things will get better between you and her. Just give her a little time.”

Melissa nodded and smiled. “Thanks for the advice, hon.”

“Anytime boss, anytime.”

—

Changing my life with the wave of her hand.

Nobody can deny that there's something there.

There.

Running my hands through her hair.

Both of us thinking how good it can be.

Someone is speaking, but she doesn't know he's there.

The melody of Here, There And Everywhere by The Beatles echoed throughout the kitchen directly from the small radio on the balcony, while Melissa prepared dinner.

This was one of the many songs she always wanted to dedicate to you, the redhead dreamed of dancing with her arms around you, after a busy day at school while this song played. Just the two of you, enjoying each other's company.

Was it quite cliché? Of course it was, even for the one and only Melissa Schemmenti. But to be honest, she didn't care how it sounded.

The older woman was so in love with you that she thought of endless romantic scenarios every day. After what happened today, every one of them seemed distant. But she still had a simple hope within her.

“Watching her eyes, and hoping I'm always there,” she sings passionately, while cutting the tomatoes perfectly, “I want her everywhere, and if she is beside me. I know I need never care, but to love her is to need her everywhere.” Melissa closes her eyes for a moment, thinking about you.

On the way out, she looked for you in the Abbott parking lot but was unsuccessful, she was waiting for a message from you, saying that you had arrived home safely like you always did.

But you didn't send her anything.

A feeling ran through her body. It was as if the redhead was losing the most precious thing in her life. Desperate, Melissa picked up her cellphone that was leaning on the living room table and went to check on you. Screw the advice Ashely gave earlier, she couldn't wait anymore.

Hon, are you feeling better? I hope so. By the way, did you manage to get home safely?

Sorry if I sound desperate, but I need to know if things are ok.

Y/n? Please answer me.

Her heart breaks into pieces when she sees that you just viewed the message and didn't even make the effort to reply back. For fuck’s sake, what had she done that was so serious? Nothing made sense anymore.

Just a few blocks away, you were lying on the couch and drinking an entire bottle of vodka, pretending like you didn't care about not responding to Melissa's messages. It was immature, but it seemed to make sense to you. Since this whole milf situation was a complete disaster, ignoring her seemed right.

Of course, inside you felt like a monster, knowing that the redhead didn't deserve this. But what you could do?

“I’m ready to open another bottle and listen to a two-hour-plus loop of Chamber of Reflection,” you say, making Ava sigh.

The principal had stopped by your house hours ago to check on you and when she saw the miserable state you were in, she decided to stay there for a while. And tried to comfort you (in the most Ava Coleman way possible.)

“Y/N. Come on, you can't act like Schemmenti doesn't exist. If you keep doing that, she'll soon break into your place to find out what's going on,” she comments, “just like an episode of a soap opera where the greatest absurdities happen in an exactly dramatic way.” Ava finished her sentence while painting her nails a shade of red. The act catching your attention.

Red. It reminded you of Melissa.

Yeah, this was being harder than it seemed.

“Shut up, she won't come after me,” you said it like it was just another one of the stupid things Ava used to say.

“Yes, she will. And y’know that very well.”

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The next day, Melissa sat with her arms crossed at the table she shared with Barb and you. The redhead stared at the small tupperware in front of her, last night she made what she knew was your favorite dish: pancakes. She was anxiously waiting for you to show up in the break room, but that didn't happen.

Keep calm, Schemmenti. She will appear soon. She won't ignore you.

“Dear..” the kindergarten teacher whispers and she snorts, trying to change the subject, disguising how tense she was.

“What’s so interesting out there?” Melissa asks as she notices Janine, Gregory and Jacob looking at each other with strange expressions after spying in the window.

“Nothing.” Jacob is the first to respond and the couple agrees with him, swearing that there was nothing interesting outside.

She laughs humorlessly, the history teacher simply didn't know how to lie.

“C'mon, kiddo. You guys look like you've seen a ghost.” The redhead gets up from the table and approaches the three, squinting to see anything out of the ordinary and when she does. Her breathing hitches.

On the sidewalk, there were you and another teacher, who she recognized as the art teacher. The woman was happily chatting with you and leaning too close to Melissa's chagrin.

Ms. Evans was know for her big crush on you, she was always fighting with the redhead to have your attention. And now that Melissa was being ignored by you, this bitch thought she could have you all to herself? No way.

“YOU GOTTA BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!” she yelled coming down to get some satisfaction from you.

The sound of angry footsteps caught your attention, it was clearly that they belong to who you had been avoiding since yesterday, Melissa.

The wish was for the redhead to pass straight by without noticing your presence there. But instead, she approached and with a certain force grabbed you by the arm, taking you to one of the far corners of the building.

“Melissa! What the fuck?” you said.

“So while I was worried to death there in the staff room because you didn't talked to me since yesterday, you were here talking normally to that idiot!” the older woman's tone was altered, you could clearly hear the jealousy in her voice, “Had fun with your new best friend?”

“She’s not my best friend. We were just talking,” the nonsensical accusation makes you roll your eyes, letting out a mocking chuckle. “Melissa, stop acting like that!” you shout and she loses her temper even more.

“You suddenly act like a bitch and I’m the one to blame? What the fuck is wrong with you, Y/n?” she growls, fire in her green eyes.

“I dunno, a lot of things I suppose,” you retort coldly.

Melissa sighs when she realizes how tough she was. “Look, I don’t want to be an idiot. But please tell me what I did, so I can fix it.”

“We have nothing to fix between us, Schemmenti.”

“What? Are you really going to ignore it and pretend like none of this is happening?” The redhead asked in disbelief.

“Trust me. It’s better this way, for both of us,” you mumble, walking away from her, leaving an upset Melissa behind.

—

After the ‘argument’ on Tuesday, Melissa and you barely crossed paths at Abbott. And when you bumped into each other in the hallway, both grumbled and went back to your own ways.

The redhead and you were fighting the need to put the damned pride aside and throw yourselfs into each other's arms, and finally apologizing. But you were too stubborn for that and it was fucking complicated.

“This is stupid! Can you believe that Y/n started going to that coffee shop that's just a few blocks away from here just so she wouldn't have to face me at lunch? This whole thing is starting to irritate me.” Melissa tells to her best friend one morning.

“I understand that this situation is complicated, but don’t you think that both of you are exaggerating?” Barb asked carefully. Even she couldn't handle this situation anymore, it was disappointing to have to see you and Melissa acting like two children.

Ava who was listening to the conversation cautiously, decided to interrupt. “Schemmenti, haven’t you put the pieces together yet? Unbelievable.” She said as if it was something of small importance, making the redhead's eyebrows raise in confusion.

“Huh?”

“It’s so simple, I thought you already figured it all out,” the principal continues in a mysterious tone, making Melissa's head spin, “If it weren’t for this bullshit, you and Y/n would already be like two rabbits jumping on top of each other, if you know what I mean.”

The last comment makes Barb choke on her tea. “Ava, could you not be so specific about this? We’re in a school!” she scolds her.

“Whatever! It’s past time for her to know that Y/n likes her too. Even Janine and Gregory acted better than that!”

Everything around Melissa seemed to have gone silent. So was it true, the feelings were also reciprocal. A lot of questions surrounded her mind, why didn't you say anything? Why did you decide to pretend you weren't in love with her? Were you afraid of not being reciprocated?

“Why is she avoiding me then?” the redhead asks out loud, “that’s making me lose my mind. I just miss her.”

“Because of the t-shirt she lend ya. Mainly ‘cause of the last word printed on it.” That's all Ava says at that moment.

“A milf?” Melissa questions, still confused trying to think of putting the pieces together. “What does that mean? Is it something bad?”

“I was going to suggest you to google the meaning, but since you look like you're about to have a heart attack, I will tell ya,” she laughs and the redhead rolls her eyes, showing Ava her middle finger, “but don't be scared, it's a good thing, actually.”

“Alright..” the green-eyed woman whispers, still afraid of the answer, “so what does this whole milf thing means?”

“Mother I'd Like To Fuck. It also means that an older woman is super attractive.”

Melissa was left open-mouthed, her eyes blinking trying to process the explanation. So that was the damn meaning, well, she had to admit that was hot. “Wait... so Y/n..” she starts but there is a pause.

“Is in love with you and was scared when she saw ya wearing that t-shirt looking extremely hot, and preferred to stay away in case you found out what she felt.” Ava reveals it like it's the most obvious thing in the world, “What are you waiting for? Go find your girl, Schemmenti.”

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Time passed slowly to Melissa's disgust and despair, making the poor woman sigh feeling defeated. As each second passed, she glanced quickly at the clock on her classroom wall, waiting for the afternoon to end.

After her students left, and the school day was finally over. She drove to your house — without caring about traffic regulations and rules — nothing else really mattered, she just needed to see you.

Sitting on the floor, while assembling a Lego set that simulated a beautiful bouquet of flowers — a gift you received from Janine and Gregory days ago, a lovely attempt by the couple to cheer you up — the sound of the doorbell ringing caught your attention. Making you stop your movements.

You furrowed your eyebrow in confusion, who could it be? Most of your friends were at different appointments at that time. So it certainly wasn't one of them.

“I'm almost coming! I just hope you’re not a stupid lunatic or some other ,” you grumbled, standing up as the sounds of the doorbell seemed more desperate with each passing second.

You opened the door and found Melissa standing there with her arms crossed, shivering slightly from the storm. “Hon, it’s so good to see you again.” She murmurs with a weak smile. Without caring if her voice sounds too desperate.

“Mel, what are you doing here? You might catch a damn cold like that.” You scolded her, pulling her into the house and locking the door again.

“I don’t care about that, I needed to see you. Actually we have to talk.” She responds taking off the black leather jacket that covered her body and hanging it where you kept your coats.

“We have to?” There is a little hesitation in the tone of your voice, all that courage and confidence have disappeared from your body. Insecurity taking over.

“Yeah, hon. We do.” She replied, noticing your nervousness, Melissa tries to comfort you, placing her hand on your shoulder and stroking it lovingly, showing that everything was fine. You smile for the first time in days in the presence of your beloved redhead.

She takes you to the small white sofa that was in the middle of the living room. “I know you were avoiding me because of that shirt. And I know you're in love with me.”

“What? Fuck, how did you figure all this out?” you whisper in panic, covering your face with your hands. Feeling vulnerable at the mercy of the red-haired figure sitting next to you.

A silence fell in the room, making you feel even more embarrassed.

“Ava told me those things earlier today. Hon, why didn't you tell me anything? That would have made everything so much easier.”

“What do you mean by making things easier? I don't understand.”

“I'm love with you too, idiot. I just didn't say before ‘cause I was insecure as fuck. But now, I know exactly what I want: you. No one else, just you.” She confessed with a smile on her face.

Automatically your body falls even more on the couch and you feel slightly dizzy. Closing your eyes slowly, trying to regain consciousness. “Sorry, I'm a bit nervous,” you respond. “It's too much to process. Jesus Christ.”

“Don’t be nervous, it’s me. Just me,” Melissa pulls you into her lap sighing as she smells your lavender scent again. “I'm sorry if I acted like a bitch the last few days. It was not necessary.”

“It was never your fault, I was the real bitch. You didn’t deserve to go through this just because of an irresponsible attitude of mine,” you say, resting your foreheads together.

“I think it's fair to say that we overreacted a bit,” the older woman smiles with her eyes closed. Feeling a slight courage run through her body, she asks you something. “Sweetheart?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?” Melissa asks biting her lip and slowly approaching, “I wanna do this since New Year's Eve.”

“Yes, please, Mel.” You beg wrapping your arms around her neck.

The moment her lips touched yours, it felt like you were in heaven. Melissa's lips were soft against yours. The kiss was calm and peaceful, both wanting to show all the love you felt for each other.

“You know, being considered a milf is an honor for me.” Melissa scoffs with a mischievous smile as you pull away from the kiss.

“Shut up.” You chuckle, cupping her cheeks.

“Make me,” the redhead teases, “please.”

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taurusdaylight · 3 months

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our rendezvous

summary. being lost in the horizon sounds scary, but not when you're hand in hand with your lover.

pairing. boyfriend! jaehyun x implied fem! reader

genre. established relationship! au, fluff

word count. 4,021

warnings/tags. as far as i know, nothing :) it's only a little angsty because of uncertainty about the future, but nothing too intense! very very fluffy,,,, maybe a lil pda (oh?)

a/n. ur resident valentine is back! i'm so sorry for going off the grid, my life has been a blur over the past few months… i did nothing and everything. anyway, this is inspired by none other than horizon (soty!) and i was very lucky to have had the opportunity to visit florence, where the horizon mv was filmed, so i knew i had to write this! after finishing it, i realised it's rather similar to my first fic but what can i say, i love jaehyun travel! aus, plus, jaehyun and forever just go together. <3 hope the new year is treating everyone kindly, and as always, have fun reading~

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Navigating life after graduation was akin to walking through a maze, struggling to find a way out. Growing up, you always thought that everyone’s life had already been nicely written out since there were only two things that truly mattered: school and work. The adults always preached about how good academic records would land you a great job. All your life, you never failed to achieve and maintain stellar grades so you never doubted that you would get a job. Yet, as the day of your graduation approached, you started to worry that you might not end up finding a job. Or at least, one that was to your liking.

The thought of working for the rest of your life sounded… boring. Perhaps an oversimplification, but you always made sure to put a hundred percent into your studies, so you felt like you never really had the chance to live your life the way you wanted to. You weren’t a party animal per se, but you wouldn’t hesitate to skip a night out with your friends if you had an important deadline to meet. It was always academics over everything else. Apart from meeting expectations that others had on you, the fear of failure haunted you too. More often than not, the urge of wanting to disappear creeped into your mind. It didn’t seem like a bad idea, running away to some random part of the world where no one knew you. Once you’ve spent enough time there, you could easily travel to another city and explore till your heart’s content. That was the dream. Unfortunately, this particular dream of yours never came true.

That was, until now.

Treading the path of adulthood was admittedly scary, you could slip and fall at any given moment and not know how to pick yourself up. But, you weren’t on your own.

Jeong Jaehyun, your boyfriend of two years, shared the same sentiment. Sure, he was ambitious and had his goals set out. Like you, however, working himself to death wasn’t one of the things on his list. Jaehyun believed that it was important to strike a balance, to not throw yourself into something so deep that you would get lost in it. Working may be important but it would never hurt to have a little fun whenever time called for it.

You first met Jaehyun in Introduction to Film Studies. Both second-year students, you and Jaehyun clicked extremely well with each other as you bonded over your shared love for films. What started as study sessions to help each other with assignments eventually progressed to warm, cosy movie date nights that also involved cuddling under a fluffy blanket on Jaehyun’s couch.

While there have been minor arguments over those two years, you and Jaehyun always made sure to communicate. After all, a couple is supposed to fight the problem, not each other. The both of you understood that. These disagreements never bothered you that much because you believed that they were part and parcel of every relationship. Instead, you wondered more about how lucky you are to have found someone like Jaehyun. As you liked to put it, Jaehyun was your twin flame. He spoke to your soul in a way that no one else could.

Instead of taking the conventional route of starting a full-time job after graduating, you and Jaehyun booked one-way tickets to Rome the week after your final exams. How long the both of you were going to stay there for, that was a question for another time. The plan was to have no plan, going wherever your feet took you. Both of your parents weren’t exactly agreeable about this idea, nagging about how irresponsible and irrational it was. But what could they do? It’s not as if they could physically stop two grown adults from going. Eventually, they were able to come to terms with it and simply asked the both of you to stay safe.

It’s been about three weeks or so since you two arrived in Rome. Tranquil mornings without a blaring alarm was something that you could really get used to. The icing on the cake would be waking up to the sight of Jaehyun sleeping peacefully next to you, an arm securely draped around your waist. His lips would slightly jut out, you would sometimes sneak a kiss or two because he simply looked too adorable to resist.

A day out together would look something like sitting by an artwork in a museum, coming up with various interpretations or hopping from café to café to try out different desserts (which were often, gelato), you couldn’t count with your fingers the number of times the staff had to chase the both of you out because they were closing. Time is said to fly past when you’re having fun, but even more so when you’re spending it with the love of your life. At least, that’s what you think.

The both of you woke up earlier than usual today because you’d turned in early the previous night, probably exhausted from all the walking. The sun wasn’t up yet, which meant that there were limited stores that were operating during this time too. It felt like a waste to sleep in and laze around in the apartment, so came the impulse decision of buying last-minute train tickets to Florence.

“C’mon baby,” Jaehyun half-shouted, his gaze flickering between you and the platform located at the other end of the station.

Hands intertwined, you and Jaehyun were sprinting as fast as your legs could carry you in order to catch your train that leaves in approximately two minutes. Or rather, you were doing everything in your power to match Jaehyun’s speed because why was he running like he was competing in the Olympics? So much for wanting an athletic boyfriend.

You were almost out of breath from running, you didn’t even have the energy to give Jaehyun a verbal answer. Instead, you tried to speed up like he told you to. After what felt like a hundred miles, the both of you finally reached the platform, boarded the train, and settled down into your allocated seats.

“Oh my goodness. We are never doing that again,” you said, panting.

Jaehyun shot you a wide grin. “Now that’s what I call an intense leg day.”

You were rendered speechless. Here you were, thinking that he was going to agree with you. But you also remembered that Jaehyun was a gym rat first, your boyfriend second. Jaehyun goes a little over the top with exercising, you could tell that much just by looking at his physique. Though, you wouldn’t say that it was exactly a bad thing. In fact, what a sight for sore eyes he was…

Before you had a chance to respond, Jaehyun used his other hand to push your head towards his shoulder. “Go to sleep, doll. Don’t want you feeling cranky in the middle of the day because you didn’t get to take your daily nap. I’ll wake you up when we’re reaching.”

Despite not being able to see him, you could hear the smile in Jaehyun’s voice, which caused you to grin too. Perhaps it was Jaehyun’s shoulder that made you comfy, but you could feel the sleepiness slowly start to envelop you, so you snuggled even closer to him.

“Good night, Jay,” you said before falling into slumber.

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The train ride took faster than expected, probably because you were asleep throughout the journey. Upon alighting, you and Jaehyun walked aimlessly along Via Faenza. You stopped in your tracks when you caught the pleasant aroma of coffee beans coming from a café, it was so inviting that the both of you had no choice but to enter.

Save for the long line of people in office-wear queuing to get their morning coffee fix, there was no one else occupying the seats in the café. Wanting to be away from the crowd, you and Jaehyun made your way to the corner booth seat situated all the way inside after getting your order. You sat next to each other, with Jaehyun's arm wrapped around your waist. Your torso was slightly exposed because of the cropped top that you wore, and Jaehyun’s fingertips easily found purchase on your skin. Soft traces all over, which oddly enough, made you feel tingly and warm simultaneously.

“Jaehyun,” you called out.

He turned to look at you. “Hmm?”

“Do you regret being here with me? Don’t you feel like you’re wasting your life away?”

Jaehyun halted his movements, but he did not loosen his grip on your waist. His answer was written all over his face, from his creased eyebrows to his frowning lips.

“Of course not, baby. Did I do or say something to make you think that way? I’m sorry if I did,” he said sincerely.

“No, you didn’t do or say anything of that sort!” you quickly clarified. “I think I’m just worried about the future, you know? Once all of this is over…”

A small smile played on Jaehyun’s lips as he removed his arm from your waist. He cupped your face in his hand, sighing. “I wish you could see yourself the way I saw you, because then you’d have nothing to worry about at all. You’re going to do great things, ____. I’m sure of that. But for now, just let loose and enjoy yourself, okay? You deserve to have a break.”

Jaehyun’s words could bring you to tears. He radiated so much positivity that it naturally rubbed off onto you, especially with the amount of time that you spend with each other. However, there were still moments of weakness, like now, where you’d inevitably think about how things could possibly go wrong. Before you could spiral into a whirlpool of negative thoughts, however, Jaehyun would pull you right out of it by telling you exactly what you need to hear in order to help get you through these times.

“Thank you,” you whispered, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on Jaehyun’s cheek.

Jaehyun made a sound, as if to signal that he was pondering. He pointed at his cheek and tapped on it with his index finger several times. “One more?”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his request, but who were you to deny him? Since you were feeling generous and grateful to your boyfriend, you quickly moved closer to give him two more kisses. One on his cheek, and the other on his lips. The best part was seeing the Cheshire cat smile appear on his face after he’d received his well-deserved kisses.

For the rest of the time at the café, you and Jaehyun were people-watching through the glass window while sipping on coffee and feeding each other small spoonfuls of pastries. At some point, random passer-bys became a part of a guessing game that started out of nowhere. Dating or siblings? What would their coffee order be if they came in here? The both of you had a lot of fun making up stories to back up your answer, boisterous laughter sounding through the place.

Afterwards, you and Jaehyun continued wandering through the streets now that more stores have opened. An apparel store selling headwear caught Jaehyun’s eye, and he spent about twenty minutes or so looking through the bucket hats. Taking one in his hand, he tried it on and started making silly faces at you while dancing.

“Stop it, you’re embarrassing me.” You reached a hand out in an attempt to remove the hat from Jaehyun’s head, but he swiftly avoided you.

He held on tightly to the hat. “I think this was made for me. I’m definitely getting it.”

The hat didn’t look bad on him, but it was still… questionable. A helpless sigh escaped your lips when you knew that nothing you say would change his mind. “Okay… as long as you’re happy.”

Fortunately, Jaehyun didn’t have thoughts of wearing the hat there and then. Because if not, you would think twice about walking next to him.

The next few stores mostly sold vintage items and souvenirs. You and Jaehyun ended up getting matching gnomes that had the initials of your first names carved into it. While checking out at the counter, the cashier made a comment about how cute the two of you look together and that the gnomes were such fitting choices, so much so that they looked like mini versions of you two. With shy smiles, the both of you thanked her before exiting the store. You also noticed the tinge of red on Jaehyun’s ears, but kept quiet about it since you were most likely a blushing mess yourself.

Then, it was time for lunch.

You and Jaehyun had previously crafted a mini bucket list, and one of the things on the list was to try the various types of pasta while you were in Italy, so that’s what the both of you had for lunch. It appeared that all the shopping must have taken up a great deal of your energy because the both of you still had an appetite for dessert afterwards, or, rather, gelato was considered a staple so there was no way that dessert could be skipped.

Although it was sunny, the summer heat wasn’t unbearable so you two were at the outdoor seating area of the gelato café. Within the vicinity of the café, there was a group of children playing catch with one another. After finishing the gelato, Jaehyun dragged you along to them.

“Ciao! I’m Jay,” he introduced with a friendly smile.

You introduced yourself to them too and stood behind Jaehyun, hiding slightly. You didn’t have anything against children, but you still considered them to be strangers, and you always had a hard time talking to strangers due to your reserved nature. You barely had any experience with children too so this was still foreign to you.

On the flipside, Jaehyun adores children. You could see it in the way his eyes would light up whenever he interacted with him. Not to mention, he was great with children (an understatement, if you had to be truthful). Seeing Jaehyun with children always made your heart swell, in a good or bad way, you weren’t sure… The only thing you were certain of was that you definitely wanted to have his children.

While you were spacing out, Jaehyun was quick to ask and memorise the names of the children. He played around with them for a bit and made sure to include you as well, the game of catch was never so fun before. However, it wasn’t long before you got tired, so you opted to sit at one corner to watch them. You whipped out your phone to capture this moment, giggling at how precious Jaehyun looked. Happiness looked great on Jaehyun, and you hoped that it would stay on him for a long, long time.

All of them grew tired after a few rounds too, putting an end to the game. While they were busy running around, you discreetly returned back to the café and told the cashier that you would be paying for the children to get gelato. You also grabbed a bottle of water and gave it to Jaehyun, who was perspiring profusely; indeed, an intense leg day it was for him.

Through body language and very poorly spoken Italian, you tried to tell the children that they could go pick out the flavours that they wanted at the café. You were far too preoccupied with communicating that to them, the endearing look that Jaehyun had on his face went unnoticed by you. Thankfully, the cashier was there to bridge the language barrier and they managed to get their gelato without any hiccups. Before leaving, each of the children gave you and Jaehyun a hi-five, a word of thanks echoing after one another.

Having spent almost the entire day in that area, you and Jaehyun decided to explore another part of the city before catching your train back to Rome. Long before this trip, you happened to stumble upon a website about the top spots that offered a picturesque view of the city. One of which was a twenty minute bus ride away from where you and Jaehyun were currently at.

When the bus arrived, you and Jaehyun entered by the back door and sat down. You were busy admiring the old architecture of the buildings outside until you felt Jaehyun’s hand touching the side of your face. You realised that he was trying to put one side of his wired earpiece in your ear, which caused you to turn and face him, and you saw that he already had the other side of the earpiece in. Jaehyun was smiling so widely that his dimples were showing. You brought a hand up to poke it, feeling a sense of victory because you were one of the very few people in the world whom he allowed to touch his dimples.

Shyly, you took Jaehyun’s hand and interlocked your fingers together. No words were exchanged between the both of you, but there was a mutual feeling that this exact moment perfectly encapsulated the love you and Jaehyun have for each other. Tender, somewhat otherworldly in a way where everything, like the chatter of the other passengers on the bus, seemed to fade out in the background.

As Can’t Take My Eyes Off You started playing through the earphones, you took it as an opportunity to mouth to Jaehyun, “I love you.”

Jaehyun’s dimples became more prominent at your sudden declaration. He made sure not to break eye contact with you before he mouthed back, “I love you.”

–

“Look!” you exclaimed, pointing toward the replica statue of David. It was the first thing that you saw after alighting from the bus.

Jaehyun turned his head to look at what you were pointing at. “Wow, it’s stunning."

The both of you hurriedly walked over to take some photos, which ended up in you and Jaehyun bursting into fits of laughter because he was imitating the statue and posing in the same way. It definitely earned you a few stares from the other visitors, but you and Jaehyun were too busy laughing to even notice that you two were getting judged.

After snapping a few more photos, you and Jaehyun went to the other side of the square where you could see an overview of the city. It was breathtaking, to say the least, the both of you concurrently marvelled in awe at how it looked like a scene straight out of a movie. You could even spot the street that you two were at earlier in the day, as well as many other famous landmarks. Not to forget, the surrounding trees and mountains made it feel more complete, it was a perfect getaway from the bustling city for some peace and quiet.

The both of you were standing at the top of the stairs, and you saw that there was a walking trail below. Due to time constraints, however, it seemed more logical to sit and admire the view, since neither of you knew how long the walking trail was and where it led to. Besides, it was a perfect spot to catch the sunset before you had to leave for the train station, so you two sat on one of the steps near the top where you had an unobstructed view of the city.

Like before, you and Jaehyun were listening to music together while holding hands. Other than humming along to the song, Jaehyun would also sing some of the lyrics to you, especially if it was a sweet or cheesy line.

“Can’t believe I get to be here with you.” Even after some time had passed, you were still greatly impressed by the scenic view, in disbelief about how you could share this moment with your lover. The bright orange hues of the sun added more colour to the backdrop, it felt surreal watching it slowly go down.

“Me too,” Jaehyun replied almost immediately. “It feels like a dream…”

“If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up from it,” you said while shifting closer to Jaehyun’s side. “Like, ever.”

“I want to stay here with you forever.” Your voice came out as a whisper, because deep down, a part of you was afraid that this happiness would be taken away from you abruptly.

Yet again, Jaehyun made one of those sounds to indicate that he was thinking, which made you gasp in response.

“You don’t want to be with me?” you questioned, a look of betrayal on your face.

“No, silly,” Jaehyun chuckled. “Of course I want to be with you.”

Jaehyun let out a deep breath, as though he had to brace himself for what he was going to say next. “The thought of eternity feels scary. But if I know that you’ll be there with me, then… there’s nothing to be scared of. I think, for me… forever is where you are, wherever that may be.”

Silence ensued, music playing through the shared earphones being the only source of sound. Jaehyun gulped awkwardly when he noticed that your gaze was fixed on him, but you weren’t saying anything. “Did that come out wrong? I don’t even know what I’m saying sometimes. But I guess I was trying to say that–”

You cut Jaehyun off with a kiss. He smiled against your lips, causing you to do the same. Jaehyun’s hand travelled to the small of your back to pull you in before he tilted his head to the side for better access, going straight for your upper lip to return the kiss. It was slow, delicate, and everything you could ever ask for. You sighed when you felt Jaehyun’s hand running over your skin; he knew exactly what he was doing. Every kiss that you shared with Jaehyun never fell short of being exhilarating, which was one of the great things about love… or Jaehyun. Perhaps, both.

He was the first to pull away, staring intently at you with a cheeky smile on his face. Jaehyun leaned in closer until he could bury his head into the crook of your neck, leaving another kiss on your collarbone. You wrapped your arms around his frame, hugging him as tightly as possible. You and Jaehyun stayed like this for a while until you heard a lady yelp from a distance away, her loud voice grabbing your attention.

As you looked up to find out what the commotion was about, tears immediately filled your eyes and you had to do everything that you could to hold them back.

The said lady was standing by the railing, both hands covering her mouth. In front of her was a man, down on one knee, holding out a box with a diamond ring. You tapped Jaehyun’s shoulder so that he’d sit back up, and he turned to see what you were looking at. All of the other visitors were also invested, as everyone patiently for the lady's answer.

Everything happened so quickly. The lady nodding and getting pulled into a hug by her fiancé, the crowd erupting in cheers and applause–a truly sweet moment to witness. Without thinking much, you blurted out, “that’s going to be us.”

Jaehyun diverted his attention back to you, shaking his head. Seemingly biting back a smile as his lips formed a thin line, Jaehyun jerked his head to motion at something behind you. “That’s us.”

You were about to protest, pop another question that was something along the lines of whether or not he was planning to marry you. However, you remained quiet and decided to take a look at what he was referring to first.

Well, it looks like the urge to complain has completely disappeared. How could it not? Rather than dissatisfaction, your heart leapt with joy when your eyes landed on a couple standing hand in hand at the other end of the steps from where you and Jaehyun sat; they were having their pre-wedding photoshoot.

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Guardian Angel 🖤 Part 2 🖤

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Chapter Summary: The search for truth begins on your part as you grapple with what happened, while Leon offers comfort. AKA Leon is our gaslighting King.

🖤Pairing: Yandere!Leon/Fem!Reader

🖤Tags (not all apply to all chapters): NSFW, Masturbation, Dubcon, Sex, Gaslighting, canon typical horror and gore descriptions, probably eventual kidnapping or kidnapping like behavior, use of pet names like bunny. Leon induces some PTSD like flashbacks on purpose, general things of that nature. Unwanted creampie, etc. Probably treat as dead dove. There is sexual content in this chapter.

Sorry this one was wayyyy longer than I expected it to be. We’re finally getting to the good stuff, so I wanted to use this chapter to set up the local for future ones. We’re definiiiiiiitely going to get to see the more directly psycho side of Leon after this. <3 As always this was inspired by @hxllfiredoll's amazing writing so you should go check out her Yandere!Leon fic too. ;)

You woke up a few hours later, your eyes crusty and sore. The clock on your nightstand read 12:04pm. So you slept until the afternoon, great. You willed yourself to sit up before rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. Leon was sitting next to you on the bed. So he did stay. Sighing, you looked over to the man who was flicking through his phone. He turned to meet your gaze with a soft smile. “Hey, you’re awake.” “Oh uh, yeah.” Speaking felt weird, your throat felt tight and sore. You still couldn’t get over the impending feeling that something was just simply wrong. The previous night had been so strange. Was it really all a bad dream? There was just no way.

“Are you feeling better?” “Yeah, I think I am.” The words didn’t come out as confident as you would have liked, but you didn’t want to steal anymore of his time than what was necessary. You strained the muscles in your face to force a smile. “Thanks for staying. Last night was really weird, I don’t normally have dreams like that.” “Don’t worry about it. Always happy to help, you know that.”

You averted your gaze. That strange feeling just would not go away, something was wrong. Something was very wrong. Your limbs feel heavy with anxiety. You didn’t want to be rude, but you really wanted to be alone now. “I don’t wanna sound like a jerk but . . .” “You want me to leave?” “Sorry. I just want to take a longer shower and get ready for work.” You gave him a nervous smile in return. “That’s okay, I understand. I’ll be next door if you need me.” “Thanks again for staying. I really appreciate it.” He waved you off as he got up to exit the room, you waited until you heard your front door open and close. You sat in your bed for a few more moments looking around the room expecting something to be out of place, expecting something to jump out at you, but everything was normal. Between the boyfriend situation and Leon being kind enough to have stayed with you, you felt a little guilty remembering the way you’d gotten off thinking of your neighbor the other night. You wiped the thought from your head, you didn’t have time for that now.

You picked up your phone again, muttering to yourself. “Let’s try this again.” You unlocked it and opened your text messages. Still there was no thread with Derek. You tried his number again. Still disconnected. Social media? Still nothing. Unlike the previous night, instead of panicking again you rubbed soothing circles into your temples as you let you take in a few deep breaths. An idea occurred to you, you began opening your messages with your friends and family, group chats, DMs, anything you could. Surely you’ve spoken with someone about him. “Oh what the actual fuck.” All messages from any more than two weeks ago were gone, on all platforms. No mention of Derek. You chucked the phone in frustration before throwing your legs over the bed and making your way to the bathroom to clean yourself up and think about what to do next. You settled on seeing if maybe you could locate someone else who knew Derek, just one person to confirm you weren’t crazy.

Once you were showered and dressed in fresh clothes, you picked your phone up off the ground and sent a quick text to your boss, calling out for the day. Stuffing the phone in your pocket you exited your apartment with determination, a mission. You would find someone who knew Derek, you would prove you’re not crazy. I got this! Unfortunately for you, the government had ways of making people forget, making people comply. A lesson you would learn the hard way.

The first place you stopped was Derek’s job. He worked at some upscale cafe whose name you couldn’t pronounce. You’d never been there before, but you remember joking with him that a coffee shouldn’t cost almost ten dollars, when he’d brought a menu home once. “I’m sorry, can you repeat that?” “I said we’ve never had a Derek Shultz work here ma’am.”

“What? That’s not possible – forget it.” You left, feeling your stomach drop. Ok, maybe he lied about his job. You never actually went to the place before. You thought in an ill-attempted way of trying to calm yourself down. You tried his friends next. They scoffed at you, they claimed to not know Derek, and they claimed to not know you. Ridiculous. This is so fucking ridiculous. You were running out of hope by this point.

There was one last place you attempted. You rattled the fancy brass knocker against the double oak doors. If there was anyone, anyone at all who would remember Derek, then it would be his family right? You’d only ever been to his family’s home once, knowing his mother never liked you. She saw you as not being good enough for her son, or her family as a whole. This was the last place you ever thought you’d be, but you were desperate.

The door opened and there she was, his mother. The woman stood there, her entire being putting on airs for those around her. “Can I help you?” She asked with an irritated tone. “Hi Mrs. Shultz, I was just wondering if you’d heard from Derek recently?” The look on her face warped from annoyance to confusion for a moment. “Derek? I think you have the wrong address. There is no Derek who lives here or works here.” You don’t know why, but that just broke you. You’d flittered around all day from person to person trying to find evidence of your boyfriend, and now even his own mother was acting like he didn’t exist? “What are you talking about, he's your son!” You snapped. “He’s your fucking son, my boyfriend. Derek Shultz.” You couldn’t stop yourself from making a scene on her doorstep, absolutely hysteric. The woman gave you a look of concern and fright. “Look, I don’t know you or what your problem is. I am going to close the door and you have five seconds to get off of my property before I call the cops.” She said before slamming the door in your face. You’d never felt so defeated before as you walked sluggishly from the Shultz’ driveway to the local park, slumping against the bench. The warm breeze of the late afternoon blew your hair, you focused on the trees swaying back and forth and the laughter of children on the playground. You focused on anything and everything you could but your own thoughts, because if your thoughts were true, then you’d need to check yourself into a local psych ward. What the fuck is wrong with me?

You dragged yourself from the bench, making your way back home. Your limbs didn’t feel like they belonged to you, you were on auto-pilot being puppeteered by some outside force other than your brain. You stopped only once when you passed the alleyway, daring to look down. As if it was happening before you again, you could see your boyfriend’s face twisted and deformed into a mess of tentacles. The snarling. The gargling when his body slumped to the ground. You felt the same over encompassing fear, reaching a hand out as if you could do anything to save him.

The second your senses came back to you, you noted there was nothing there. No body. No blood splatter. Absolutely nothing. Not one piece of evidence that the awful nightmare had ever occurred. Hot tears poured silently down your face as you ran home, not bothering to pay attention to your surroundings.

The breath was knocked out of you as you whipped into an all too familiar wall of muscle. You looked up and saw through glassy eyes the blurry mix of honey blond and blue looking back at you. Leon. You had run smack into him for a second time.

Wait. You’d run into him! You’d physically collided with him and he was in your home earlier.

He’s real. Leon is real. Leon is real and familiar.

~♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡~ He knew it would be easy, but he didn’t think it would be this easy. Not even a full 24 hours had passed and here you were, breaking down. He saw you coming a mile away, but decided to stay where he was so you’d smack into him again. So scared. So confused. You looked so pretty when you cried, his sweet little bunny.

He knew the second he saw the text to your boss what your plan would be. You never missed work. An adorable creature of habit. He wished he could have followed you today on your adventure, but he had actual work to get done when you parted that morning.

But now here you were, so defeated, wrapping your arms around him desperately like he was the only thing holding your body to this earth. “Hey, shhhhh.” He cooed softly, tilting your chin up to look at him. He brushed the tears off your cheeks with his thumb with soft circular motions. You were babbling, trying to get him to understand that you didn’t know what was real anymore, you were questioning your whole reality. You think you had a psychotic break. His poor little baby, you really needed him now.

When his gentle touches weren’t working to calm you down, he crushed you into a bear hug with his strong arms and held him until you went slack. “Hey it’ll be alright.” He assured you. “It’ll be alright.” He opted to lift you and carry you to his own apartment this time, sitting on the couch with you on his lap. He held you close to him while you choked out soft cries fisting his shirt. “That’s it, let it all out.” He was savoring you now, the way you felt against his body just felt right, natural. The smell of your hair was intoxicating, he rested his chin on your head just to get closer to it. He was so lost in his enjoyment of the moment, he hadn’t even noticed when your sobs stopped. He was pulled out of his reverie by your soft voice, quiet as a mouse. He looked down at you to meet your gaze. “What do I do, Leon? Should I check myself in somewhere?”

His heart thumped when you said his name. Asking him for advice now? Such a good little bunny to instinctively trust him like this. “Mmm.” He said, pretending to think, as if he didn’t already know the answer. “No, I don’t think you need to do that.” “But then . . . I don’t know what’s going on with me.” “Well . . . I won’t pretend to know what’s going on either, but sometimes stuff just happens. Maybe you just need a reset to clear your head. Do something spontaneous.”

Leon watched as you gave him a confused look, lip bitten while you thought about his words trying to find meaning in them. “What do you have in mind?” “I was thinking maybe an impromptu road trip? Disconnect from the world for a while. I know of a great place with a view of the lake. It’s a few hours from here and it’s secluded enough that you can even see wildlife in the woods. Only if you’re comfortable of course.” He hoped you’d go for it, he didn’t want to have to take the forceful route on this. “I don’t know if I could miss time like that on such short notice, especially without a medical reason.” “Then quit.” He said nonchalantly. “I don’t think I can do that Leon . . . even if I am crazy I still have bills and responsibilities.”

Sweet little thing, you’re not meant for using your brain, you don’t need to think. That’s why I’m here, just say yes. “Hey, just do it okay? I can even get you a job at the office when we get back, if ya want. We’re always in need of people to help with paperwork. You know you can trust me, have I ever let you down in all the time we’ve been neighbors?” ~♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡~

You couldn’t believe you were going to do this, then again you couldn’t believe a lot of what was going on recently. His voice was just so soothing, and those eyes were like the ocean, how could you say no? Besides, maybe he was right. Maybe all you needed was a little reset to clear your head.

You thought about Derek for a moment, a heaviness in your heart. You knew he wouldn’t be happy with you alone on a roadtrip with another man. . . but Derek doesn’t really exist right? So it’s okay? The thought of that did not truly make you feel better. Then you thought of your friends. They’d kill you for being so stupid as to go all alone with a guy you didn’t know that well. But he wasn’t a complete stranger after all. Leon worked for the government and he’d always been kind to you. For god sakes he’d just let you waste the last several of his hours crying and spouting nonsense to him. Of course you could trust him. “Okay. Alright, let’s do it.” You thought you were going to melt when you saw the smile that spread across his face. You’d never done anything like this before, but somehow Leon instilled a sense of confidence in you that you really needed right now. You texted your boss letting them know you’d have to quit due to a personal emergency, then blocked the number, not feeling like putting up with any return messages or questions. It felt freeing in a way to let go of everything.

Leon was kind enough to let you borrow a suitcase as you rushed to pack everything you’d need. The last thing you went to grab was your jacket, digging around in your closet you stepped back confused. You always wore that jacket, you’d had it forever. When was the last time you wore it? You stood in thought for a moment, mind going back to the nightmare . . . you remember digging your pocket knife out of the jacket and then — you stopped yourself from completing that thought, shaking your head. No, that wasn’t real. Don’t think about it. That wasn’t real. Maybe the jacket wasn’t real too, just let it go.

You jumped when you felt Leon’s hand on your shoulder. “Is everything okay?” “Yeah I’m fine, sorry. I’m ready to go.” He insisted on carrying the luggage for you, of course he did, because that’s just who Leon was, a really nice guy.

You sat in his Jeep while you watched him come out of the gas station, handing your fountain drink to you. The sweet bite of the Dr.Pepper mixed with the cool night air was refreshing for sure. You couldn’t help but steal glances over at Leon while he drove, hoping his focus on the road meant that he didn’t notice you essentially checking him out. You knew Leon was fit, you’d crashed right into him twice. But you’d never seen him without a jacket on before, always with those nice leather and bomber jackets. The T-shirt he wore really showcased his biceps, like they were straining to get out of the confinement of the fabric. Fuck you thought guys like that only existed in magazines honestly. Those hands too, you never noticed what nice hands he had before, large with lithe fingers – they looked like they would feel nice on your thigh right about now.

You felt a bit guilty, so you pushed those thoughts out of your head. Leon was trying to help you, you didn’t want to take advantage of that.

You took the last sip of your drink and yawned, hard. You weren’t sure why your eyelids felt so heavy, you’d slept for so long the night before, you hadn’t expected to zonk out so quickly. You rubbed your eyes, bounced in your seat, flipped through radio stations, anything you could to try and stay awake. You wanted to keep watch of the scenery on the drive, keep chatting with Leon, but you just couldn’t. By the time he’d pulled over at the next gas station on the outskirts of the city you were done for, the only thing keeping you conscious was the goosebumps forming on your cold skin. “Hey, you looked tired, why don’t you close your eyes, I’ll wake you up when we get there.” “Can’t, too cold to sleep.” “Here take my jacket.” He pulled it off the back of his seat and wrapped it around you like a blanket. It was plush, warm, and smelled like Leon. “Are you sure?” You asked groggily. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Besides, I can’t let a pretty girl freeze to death.” Pretty? That was the first time he’d ever said something like that to you. If you’d been more awake you probably would’ve reacted, blushed even. But now, you were so tired all you could do was let your eyelids close as you drifted off to the sound of the passing traffic on the road.

~♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡~

Leon was glad the gas station had been empty around this time of the night. He’d picked this one specifically because it was run by a family, with only one security camera at the register. He grabbed your requested cup of Dr Pepper and quickly mixed the powder into it. Tasteless, effective. You’d be asleep soon enough. As much as he would’ve loved to bathe in your voice and chat the whole ride, he couldn’t have you paying attention to too many surroundings on the way to your special destination. Now he knew his little bunny wasn’t that perceptive, you probably wouldn’t have bothered to retain the visual information around you, but he could never take chances when it came to your safety. And that was the whole point of this, to get you somewhere safe. Somewhere only he knew. The way you’d give him little glances though was killing him. If he were a lesser man he would’ve pulled off the road somewhere and took you then and there - but he was not a lesser man, your first time was going to be special, he would make sure of that. He opted instead to just enjoy the way your eyes scanned over him. He had worn this shirt on purpose anyway, to give you a little taste of what’s yours. He’s glad you liked it, he knows you never stared at your dead what's-his-name anyway, that look was only for Leon.

He waited a while once you were asleep to gently take your phone from your bag, turn it off, and tucked it away with his own belongings. You wouldn’t be needing it anymore, something like that just wasn’t very safe, ya know? People could track your location. Concerned texts from friends might put some false doubts in your pretty little head. It was best Leon took it, for your safety.

While he was at it, he gently checked through the clothes in your bag, he grabbed anything that even remotely looked like pajamas and tossed them into the gas station trash can. He would’ve thrown them all out honestly, you were going to be much better off with what he had planned, but he knew that would be too obviously suspicious even for his dumb little bunny. This was the last stop on the way to the rest of your life, he was excited as he turned the keys in the ignition again and took off on the road again. He did hear you whimper a few times, clearly still having bad dreams, that made his heart hurt a little. Don’t worry sweetheart. Everything will be okay. You have me.

~♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡~

You were jostled awake by Leon’s hand on your shoulder. “Hey, we’re here.” You rubbed your eyes and cracked your neck, sore from the way you’d fallen asleep leaning to the side. You unbuckled yourself and quickly exited the vehicle, happy to stretch your legs and take in your surroundings. When Leon said he knew a place this is certainly not what you had expected. You were picturing a cabin, or something similar. Instead you were greeted with a huge old farm house in front of you seemingly in the middle of nowhere, trees abound. Behind you there was a gate with a code to exit and enter. “Is this an Airbnb you got?” You asked him with a raised eyebrow. “Oh no, I own it. Well actually my parents left it to me. I don’t stay here though because it’s way too far from the office and civilization, it makes a nice vacation spot though.” “Oh.” “Sorry, I should’ve made that more clear.” He said as he pulled the luggage from the jeep and walked them over and set them on the porch. He pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked the door, flipping the lights and AC on. “Don’t worry about the smell, it’ll disappear after the air has been on for a bit.” You nodded, stepping into the home. “Wow.” Everything inside looked original. There were a few upgrades clearly to things like the appliances, the huge TV in the living room, etc. But everything else looked vintage. You were impressed, it was like a house you’d see on the home improvement channel.

“Like it? I spent some time fixing it up.” “Yeah it’s amazing.” You ventured around a little more, taking everything in, familiarizing yourself. Leon showed you the bedrooms, the bathrooms. He of course gave you the master bedroom to stay in, ever the gentleman. “Alrighty, so I do have a few ground rules okay?” “Like what?” You asked with your eyebrow raised. “No going into the attic or basement. The attic is used for storage but the flooring up there isn’t very safe, so you could get hurt. The basement is similar, I have some private stuff down there.” That was peculiar. But it was his home, and it’s not like Leon was a serial killer or anything. “Mkay, sure thing.”

The rest of the day had gone great. Leon took you down to the river as promised. You swam, listened to music, talked. He was a funny guy, in a corny dad-joke kind of way, and god those abs. When he’d taken his shirt off only wearing those swim trunks, you finally got a good look at him, lean, muscular. Like something from a Greek sculpture. If Adonis was real, you thought Leon would’ve been his incarnation.

You stopped yourself from staring too much, again not wanting to make this platonic trip awkward. In addition though, you couldn’t get the heavy feeling of guilt to go away. While you tried to push your apparently fictional ex out of your mind, he just kept weaseling his way back in. Hopefully that feeling would go away over the next few days, or the trip would be a bust. Once the sun had started to set, you packed up and helped Leon carry your items back to the house. You had to insist on doing so as he wanted to handle everything himself, with enough pushing though he finally relented.

“I’m going to go change and then I’ll be back down for the movie.” You said running up the stairs to the bedroom. You hadn’t bothered to unpack fully yet, only opening your bag to grab your bathing suit. Now that you were really looking, you noticed something was missing. Where are all the pajamas I packed? You found a few day outfits and extra bathing suits, but your night time clothes were gone. “Did I forget to pack them? No, I remembered packing my fluffy shorts for sure…”

Come to mention it, you haven't seen your phone either. You hadn’t used it, but left it in the front pocket of your bag and now it wasn’t there. Maybe I left it at home? But I don’t go anywhere without my phone.

Your heart rate started to go up as that familiar feeling of dread was overcoming you. Leon must’ve thought you were taking too long because he knocked on the not fully closed door before cracking it open a little. “Hey is everything alright?” “No, not everything is alright.” You said frantically tearing apart your stuff. “I know I packed them. I know I did.” “Packed what, what’s wrong?” “My phone, my pajamas! They’re gone.” You trembled going through your stuff for the umpteenth time. “Are you sure you packed them? I mean I was with you for most of it and I honestly don’t remember you grabbing anything that resembled pajamas. I just thought maybe you tossed them in when I wasn’t looking.” “Leon, I know I packed them.” “I’m just saying, it’s been a rough few days. I’m sure maybe you left them on your bed along with your phone since you were packing in a rush.” “But I know I did – I…” What else could you say?

“Look, it will be okay, don’t sweat it. You can borrow some of my clothes for bed if you’d like. They’d look cuter on you anyways.”

You couldn’t help the blush that creeped its way onto your cheeks, despite the gnawing feeling in your stomach. His smile was so sincere. Maybe he was right. You just left it at home, you were worrying for nothing. “O-okay.” He disappeared and reappeared handing you a black t-shirt which was far too big on you along with some soft sweatpants that you had to roll up at the waist to keep on. You let your hair down from its bun before trodding back downstairs to sit on the couch with him.

~♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡~

Leon had ensured the house was ready long before your arrival with him, he’d been prepping this for a while now making sure it was perfect for you. Prior to waking you up to come check things out, he ran around ensuring his prep work was holding up. The gate could only be opened biometrically using his data, the hidden cameras were connected. He double checked to make sure he removed the locks from the correct doors, and the ones with locks worked properly, among other things. Anything and everything to keep his bunny safe.

The home was his personal fortress just for you. You wouldn’t be going anywhere without him, and even if you managed to escape, the property line goes well into the woods, all staked out and surveillanced by him of course. But he’d get to that with you later. For now he just couldn’t wait to enjoy your time together. You had all the time in the world for him to teach you how things were going to work from now on, to accept things.

His instincts were right too, when he saw you looking at him down at the lake. That’s right bunny, soak it in again. I’m all yours baby girl, and you’re all mine. Fuck if you didn’t look beautiful in that one-pieced swimsuit too. Of course he had to remind you to wear sunscreen though, even basic safety precautions you seemed to be unaware of. Silly bunny.

Then back at the house, wrapped up in his too big clothes, damn you were perfection personified for him. It was a reminder of how small and fragile you were. A reminder of the necessity for him to watch over you, keep your glass lid on.

Leon had even picked this movie just for you, his special girl, though he wouldn’t tell you that. As far as you knew he selected the movie at random. He saw the look on your face when he started the Zombie movie from Netflix, before you steeled yourself. It was just adorable how you try to put on that brave face, not wanting to admit to being too chicken to watch a scary movie. Oh but this one was very special indeed, he selected this movie because the effects on the zombies were the closest thing he’d ever seen to the Plagas in Hollywood fiction. Don’t worry though baby, he’s here for you. You’re safe with him.

~♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡~

You couldn’t believe the movie he picked, especially after everything you’d told him the past few days. He insisted that watching a horror movie was a great way to release anxiety in a controlled environment – it sounded logical you supposed. There was also a small part of your pride that didn’t want to be defeated by a stupid movie, especially after how pathetic you’ve acted and felt around him. You plopped down on the spot next to him. It didn’t take long for you to unravel. It started with you clinging to the throw pillow, unconsciously making your way closer to Leon with each jumpscare. Then 30 minutes in, one of the zombies exploded into a new type of monster. Suddenly you were back in the alley again, staring at Derek’s twisted malformed face before it exploded. That repeated in your mind over and over again like a never ending loop, you hadn’t even realized you were shaking or crying until Leon had you lying down while he held you close, using his whole body to squish you between him and the couch. “It’s okay bunny, I’m here.” He said, stroking your cheek. Did he just call me bunny? You didn’t have time to question it as more sobs choked out of you. “It’s okay, I’m sorry for the bad choice of movie. I promise you’re safe with me, I won’t let anything happen to you. You’re safe.” You wriggled yourself until you were able to roll over awkwardly in the limited space to face him. He touched your foreheads together and closed his eyes for a moment, you did the same, lying in his comfort again. “Hey pretty girl.” He whispered against your lips. “Why don’t I distract you for a bit, hmm? Make you feel real good, to make up for it. I saw the way you were lookin’ at me in the lake, and in the car.” Your face turned red instantly, so you’d been caught, damn. You weren’t so sure this was the most appropriate way to comfort someone, but his words sent heat straight down between your legs. Like usual, he wasn’t wrong though, that feeling of unease hadn’t fully left you perhaps this would be a good distraction.

You didn’t get the chance to answer full as his lips connected with yours, soft and warm. Delicious and comforting. You leaned into the kiss happily as he ran his tongue over your bottom lip asking for entrance, you happily obliged allowing his tongue to dance with yours. Your sloppy wet makeout session was only interrupted when Leon moved to get off the couch, leaving you whining. “Don’t worry, I’m just moving locations that’s all.” He said lifting you up to carry you to the bedroom. He gently plopped you on the bed, he leaned over you connecting your lips again, softly this time before he trailed kisses down your neck, nipping every now and then causing you to jolt. His expert hands slid up your shirt to cup your breasts, running his fingers over your hardening nipples. You unconsciously bucked up into him, wanting to appease the growing need between your legs. “Don’t be impatient sweetheart, I’ll take care of you I promise.” After leaving a particularly rough hickey on your neck, he lifted your shirt up enough so he could suck and lap at your nipples with his tongue, teasing you further. He was moving at an agonizingly slow pace, causing the slick between your legs to pool even more. You bucked upwards again, hoping he’d get the picture. “Leon, please.”

“Alright, alright.” He said trailing kisses down your stomach giving a little lick just before the rolled up waistband of his pants. He gently slid them off of you, panties and all, the cold air hitting your exposed cunt made you shiver. “Oh bunny, look at that, you’re so wet and I haven’t even touched you here. You must really like me, I’m honored.” He teased as he began to kiss and suck at your thighs, leaving hickeys between your legs while you squirmed about. He finally made it to your poor pussy, poking his tongue out to lick one stripe across your clit. The sensation jolted you and you let out a short moan. He tested again this time, flicking his tongue up and down repeatedly before circling it around your clit. Every now and then he’d change up and lap at your hole to taste your juices. “Fuck baby you’re delicious, I could stay down here all night.” You couldn’t help but buck into his mouth, his words heating your body up more. He pulled you closer to his face, hooking his arms around your legs to keep you right where he wanted you. He was done teasing you now, the tent in his own pants growing. He devoured you like a starved man, working his tongue in ways you couldn’t have conceived as he lapped at your clit and fucked your hole on his tongue. “Oh fuck, fuck Leon I think I’m gonna—” You came undone the second he sucked on your clit, feeling the heat explode between your legs as you finished in his mouth. He gave you a few more lazy licks just to get your reaction as the overstimulation would cause you to squirm and whine in his grasp. He let go of your thighs and kissed his way back up until your mouths were connecting again. You took the opportunity to run your hands all over him, feeling every tight muscle starting with his shoulders all the way to his abs, and then lower. “Oh.” “Oh?” “You’re just a lot bigger than I expected.” You said as you gave a few languid strokes to cock fat heavy cock. You could hear him chuckle in response to that.

“Worried it won’t fit?” “A little.”

“Don’t worry baby, it’ll fit or I’ll make it fit.” Those words sent another shock of heat between your legs, your pussy clearly rearing to go again. He gave you a few soft kisses before he gently removed your hand from himself, lining up the fat head of himself at your hole. You threw your hands up to his chest. “W-wait.” “What’s wrong sweetheart?” “Sorry I should’ve said this earlier, do you have any condoms, I’m not on the pill.” “Oh you know I didn’t think to bring any, don’t worry though, I’ll pull out okay?” Better judgment would’ve told you this was a bad idea. You didn’t have better judgment though, all you had right now was Leon.

“Okay.”

~♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡~

Of course you weren’t on the pill, Leon knew that. He didn’t really care though. Get pregnant, don’t get pregnant. It’s whatever to him. What he does know is that your tight little hole belongs to him, and he has to cleanse it for you, which is exactly what he intends to do. He pushes in slowly at first, hissing when he finally makes contact with your tight wet heat. “Fuck baby.” He says sinking deeper and deeper until he’s bottomed out in you. He took a moment to let you adjust, and to admire that dazed look on your face. You looked so dumb and cockdrunk already, he hadn’t even moved yet. God you were made just for him.

He gives a few shallow thrusts enjoying himself while he watches you writhe beneath him. “Look baby look how far I am.” He said placing his hand on the bulge in your tummy, he watched as the added pressure caused your head to roll back and body to arch. “You’re so pretty like that bunny.” He said pulling out to the tip before slamming back in jolting you. Every reaction you gave him was delicious, he could tell you were so close again, and while he normally had a lot of stamina, you were his weakness right now. He didn’t know how much longer he himself could last as he began to fuck you into the mattress, so he opted to use his thumb rubbing rough circles over your clit in time with his thrusts. He knew you were close when it felt like your little pussy was attempting to pull his cock right off his body with how tight you were getting. When he felt that last gush of wetness from you and the feral moan that escaped your lips, he was done for. Despite your own sense of bliss, he could tell you knew he was close too as he thrusted rapidly to chase his own high. He saw the concerned look on your face, he ignored it. Leon groaned as he finally felt the coil in his own stomach snap. He felt you try to squirm away. “You promised –” but he ignored you in favor of pulling you closer, fucking himself blissfully through his orgasm, holding your hips like a vice ensuring you weren’t going anywhere as he filled you up. “Oh shit - sorry baby. I’m sorry, I guess I got too carried away. We’ll get the morning after pill mkay? Promise.” He leaned forward to kiss you. He was lying through his teeth, but it didn’t matter you needed this, even if you didn’t know it. He knew you trusted him. Good little bunny you should, he always knows what’s really best for you.

He collapsed next to you on the bed pulling you close, placing soft and sweet kisses to your forehead and face.

~♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡~

You laid there fucked out in his arms, under different circumstances that would’ve been the perfect distraction, but this time around you were left with a sense of shame and guilt. You weren’t sure you fully believed him about accidentally getting too carried away, but that wasn’t even on the forefront of your mind. Derek. There he was again, the gnawing feeling of guilt. The feeling of dread. The feeling that something was wrong. You tried to push it out of your head. You tried to relax in Leon’s touch. You tried to sleep. You just couldn’t. “Leon…could you take me home?” You swear you saw an annoyed look cross his face, but only for a brief second. “Right now? It’s the middle of the night. We also have several more days planned.” “I know I just…. I don’t feel right. It has nothing to do with you or this.” You said motioning to your bodies. “I just think I’d be more comfortable at home. I think I want to check into that psychiatric clinic. Please? I’m so sorry I’ll owe you one, I know I’m being a pain in the ass.” “No.” You looked at him shocked. Did he really just? “What?” “No can do.” He said, wearing a serious expression on his face. “Why not? I mean I can wait until morning.” “No. You agreed to this trip with me, you’re not leaving. I’m not wasting the gas to drive you back.” You looked mortified by his words. “Then let me use your phone to call a friend to come get me.” “No.” Your hands began to tremble slightly at that word. What the hell was wrong with him? He can’t just fucking keep you here right? “Leon… please take me home or let me call someone.” “No.” “Le–” “Sweet little bunny, you’re not going anywhere.” He said with a look on his face that sent fearful shivers down your spine. You didn’t know what the hell had gotten into him, but you didn’t want to stay to find out. You looked around the room seeing he left his keys and phone on the table in the hallway through the open door. You gulped before making a b-line for them, you thought luck was on your side as your hand made contact with both items. You practically launched yourself down the staircase and out the front door to his jeep, sitting in the drivers side. You were shaking as you turned his phone on hitting the emergency dial button as you started the ignition in the jeep. All you kept getting was an out of service error. “Fuck!” With the jeep turned on you finally saw Leon walk out of the house, having put on a pair of sweatpants, he leaned against the door frame watching you. He didn’t seem all that concerned which made you feel more nervous. The gate! Fuck what were you going to do about the gate? Maybe you could ram through it? That was the only plan you had, you shifted the jeep into reverse and slammed the gas, but nothing happened. You saw mud slinging about and the sound of tires moving but you weren’t going anywhere.

Shit. Fuck. Shit. Shit. Shit. You slapped your hands on the steering wheel in a tearful fit of rage. You hadn’t noticed Leon began to make his way to the Jeep, by the time that occurred to you, you tried to scramble out the other side, but he had already grabbed your arm.

“Let me go you fucking asshole.”

“I just gave you the best dick of your life and this is how you’re going to act? I’m wounded, bunny.” He said hoisting you out of the vehicle effortlessly. You don’t even think he used any strength at all. As he carried you back towards the house you beat on his back and flailed in a useless attempt to get him to let go of you.

Before the door closed, you caught a glimpse of the front tire with a boot on it. He booted his own vehicle? What the fuck.

“Sorry sweetheart, this is for your own good ya know? I didn’t want it to have to be this way, but since you’re gonna act up, we’ll have to start your lessons sooner rather than later.”

You had no idea what that meant, but a new fear made you cold to your very soul when you saw him open the door to the basement. You hadn’t the bravery to even imagine what was going to happen next.

You wouldn’t have to though, Leon was going to show you.

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white-poppie · 1 year

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Amethyst Reverie

Request: mm, maybee a darling who’s like Kocho Shinobu to leorio, gon, killua, and kurapika??

A/N: This has been in my inbox for over 3 months, I am so sorry nonnie, I hope you have a great one!

GON

He loves your cheery and teasing demeanor at first

He is pretty clueless so he doesn't realise for a long time that it is all a farse

That is until you get into a battle. Then he is scared by how fierce you are.

He gets it tbh, how much hatered you have against the people who killed your loved ones.

If you want to get revenge he will help you.

He has seen his friend and himself go down that destructive path so he wont stop you but rather try to catharize your rage.

KILLUA

He thinks that you are just another Gon at first, until he looks into your eyes and realises how empty they are.

He is scared, he doesn't know what to do, but he wont stop you doing things your way.

His heart breaks everytime you cry or rage, but he is terrible with comforting people and has no idea what to do.

His words of comfort are silent acts of service.

When you are comfortable enough to tell him the story, he almost cries at how much you have been enduring.

He will help you get stronger and stay by your side :)

LEORIO

"I can fix my s/o" No you can't Lay-oreo

Anyways. He is just so pathetic my god, take some time out for him from your revenge.

Thinks you are going on the same self-destructive path as Kurapika and absolutely hates it.

Unlike the others, he will try his hardest to stop you, so arguments are a common occurrence.

Yet he will path you up every time you get hurt, scold you and tell you to be more careful next time.

He hates that he can't do much to help, so he silently accepts defeat and prays that you don't end up getting hurt.

(Poor baby, I feel bad for him :<)

KURAPIKA

*insert spider-man meme* oh damn I forgot about spiders-

Your honour this man is literally the definition of perfection.

Sees right through your facade (after some time of course) but doesn't say anything, thinks he is going crazy.

He just silently listens when you open up and hugs you after you are done.

"It's okay, we will hunt them down together, we both will have our revenge."

He is kinda a hypocrite. Him getting hurt is okay, you, however-

He just gets it, he will help you get your revenge and vice versa.

(A/N: Therapy, both of you, now. Oh shit, don't leave me alone 'pika!)

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Sneaky Cat

Requested

I was going to write this as a songfic but changed my mind last minute so it took a little longer than expected. Anyways to the person who asked for this I had to smush some things together I hope that’s alright and the smut lowkey ain’t dat great. Also just started watch future man…do what you want with that information

Pairing: Selina Kyle x Male reader

Tags: NSFW 18+ at the end, sex with plot? (Idk I’ve never read a post with that), Wayne!reader, adopted!reader, sweet!reader, fluff, smut, Bruce and reader having tension, no use of Y/n, 2nd pov, soft dom!reader, brother issues, lowkey rushed to the sex half way through, oral (reader giving), unprotected sex, cream pie, missionary , prolly a lot of spelling errors

“Selina! Have you seen my tie?” Your voice boomed across the whole second floor of the house unintentionally.

“This tie?” your girlfriend of two years asked, holding up a gold tie. She leaned against the door frame staring at you with her classic cat eyes.

A smile plastered on your face, walking towards her. “This is why I love you,” you grinned, reaching down to plant a kiss on her lips and grab the tie.

You could feel the smirk she made through the kiss before breaking it off. “No other reasons?” she asked, a devious smile on her face.

You walked back to your mirror, staring at her through it while you put your tie on. “Not any I can remember I’m afraid.”

She swayed closer to you, wrapping her hands around your waist and maneuvering her head to be beside your shoulder. “That’s too bad. Here I was thinking you loved me for my brilliant ideas,” she pouted before hiding her mouth with your shoulder so you couldn’t see her smile.

A small groan left your lips as you ran your hands through your hair. “I wouldn’t say making me go to this gala was a good idea.”

“You own the most stocks and are a co-owner of Wayne Enterprises, I’m afraid you have to go.”

You turned around to face her, slowly wrapping your arms around her waist. Her hands moved up to your chest, smoothing out a wrinkle. “You only want me to go so you can steal valuables from the guests, my dearest.”

Selina huffed before turning away towards the door. Her hips swayed as she walked away. “Let’s not leave Alfred waiting much longer mi amor,” she grinned.

You stood still for a moment, unsure of what you heard was right. You ran towards Selina, observing her eyes for any sense of sarcasm or lying.

“Do not tell me Bruce will be there too,” you spoke slowly, walking down the steps of your mansion with Selina. The sounds of heeled shoes hitting marble, echoed in the area.

“If I remember correctly, your parents gave Wayne Enterprises to both you and Bruce and he still plays apart in it,” she replied hastily, not caring enough to make eye contact.

“When he’s not playing good guy in his bat costume, sure, but all he cares about is fighting crime over and over again, he cares little about what happens to Wayne Enterprises or even me!”

“If I remember correctly you fight crime too.” Selina walked faster, reaching the first floor before you, grabbing a necklace on the marble counter.

She stared at the black diamonds shinning under the light, eventually moving her hand with the necklace towards you, gesturing you to put it on her.

You sighed, grabbing the necklace. “When I was with his all I did was stare at the computers in his little cave.”

“You still do,” Selina hummed.

“That different,” you grumbled. “When I was working with him, no one even knew my name or I was a vigilante at all. You had no idea who Umbra Mortis was after I told you. Or that I was his brother.”

“I do now. People know who Umbra Mortis is now.” Selina turned to face your towering figure after felling the necklace be latched on.

“They still don’t know I’m his brother. He refuses to tell people I’m his brother because I was adopted.”

“That’s not true,” Selina said, following you out the door.

“How’d you know? You ask him?” You smirked.

“Maybe,” Selina replied, before grabbing you arm, only being a couple feet away from the limo containing your brother and his butler. “Listen be nice to him and you might even get a special treat,” she grinned, pulling you down into a kiss.

It felt longer that it was but you savored every second of it. You observed the taste of cherries that presented itself onto your tongue.

You hummed as she broke away from the the kiss slowly. You wished you didn’t have to go to the gala, instead staying home with Selina watching her favorite movie in bed.

You opened the door of the limo, letting Selina get in before you while you held the door. You could hear pleasantries given from where you stood as you desperately wished you would have to get in the limo with you older brother.

You could feel your brothers gaze on you as you entered the limo.

“Greeting Master Wayne,” Alfred nodded, quickly driving off. You smiled at the man, he always had called you by your last name since you could remember. It wasn’t that you weren’t close to him, he just wanted to always show his upmost respect towards you.

“Brother,” Bruce greeted. It didn’t seem like the type of greeting you would give your brother, more like a greeting to a stranger.

A curt nod was given to Bruce as you intertwined your hand with Selina’s soft hands. Your fingers played with her rings that she stole from multiple museums.

“I haven’t seen you in a while,” Bruce brought up, eyes still trained on your figure. Your eyes broke away from Selina’s perfect figure.

“Whose fault was that?” you murmured, rolling your eyes. Selina’s heeled foot quickly hit your leg in annoyance. Your eyes quickly looked over to your girlfriend before moving back to look at Bruce.

Bruce paid no mind to your comment. “I see,” he commented, not saying anything else.

A wave of awkwardness took over the limo as the two brothers or interact with each other, or at least one of them did.

“Talk to him, querido,” Selina whispered in your ear, running her nails down your suit.

You rolled your eyes not looking at your girlfriend. “What are you doing here Bruce?” you say bluntly, being forced to say something.

“I’m going to a gala, brother. It’s good for my image.”

“Alfred making you go?”

“It seems you know me too well brother.”

You hummed. “Well, after having to be around you, most of my life, it seems I have to. If not, I might have become a worse brother than you.”

Selena scoff at you as Bruce squinted his eyes. “I gave you no reason to say I am a bad brother.”

An irked expression fell on your face as you glared lightly at your brother. “You have multiple recent to being a bad brother! You left me on a mountain by myself, at fifteen!”

An annoyed expression fell on Bruce’s face. “How many times do I have to tell you it was an accident, I thought you already left,” he said, fingers massaging his temple.

“How am I supposed to believe that when just an hour before you were screaming at me and wishing I wasn’t in your life,” you glared, feeling Selena’s hands down your back and comfort and also as a warning.

“Boys, enough of this, we’re already at this gala so pretend you like each other,” Selina smirked, an obvious fake smile before elegantly getting out of the limo.

You spared Bruce no mind as you got out after your girlfriend, you hand finding the perfect resting spot on her waist.

“Just talking to me and a couple guests won’t get anything you’re hoping for tonight,” she whispered, slowly pushing your arms off her waist, a smile still on her face. “Talk to Bruce or you’re getting nothing tonight.”

With that same grinning smile she walked off, most likely towards the bar full of drunk old fish man with pockets full of money.

With a sigh you slowed your walking, letting Bruce catch up to you. “My apologies for my inappropriate acts Bruce.”

“Don’t act like that,” he said, talking in a whisper, occasionally nodding his head at a couple men and woman.

“Act like what?” you ask.

“Like we’re not brothers. You haven’t talked to me like a brother since you were fifteen.”

“You throw me in the side Bruce, you always have. I had no reason to treat you like a brother when you were too busy to acknowledge me.”

Bruce looks at you with an unreadable expression on his face before taking a deep breath.

You went to scoff before he spoke up. “I’m sorry,” he said is a hushed voice. It almost made you stop in your tracks. Not once has your brother ever apologized to you. Not when he pushed you down the stairs, or when he played a mean April fools day prank on you.

You stayed silent for a minute smiling when contractors and other business partners walked by.

You didn’t care about them at the moment, your first thought was on your brother. Then of course Selina forty feet away at the bar.

“I’m sorry as well… brother,” you spoke, slowly walking away from Bruce towards Selina.

“I talked to him and even said sorry,” you smile, hand going up to her shoulders.

She turned around staring up into your eyes. “Considering Bruce looks like a kicked puppy I would say you did it like you were supposed to.”

You frowned at her words. “Listen it’s the best you’re going to get out of me tonight, now can we just go home?”

Selina digs a gold watch out of her purse, looking at the time. “We’ve been here for no more than ten minutes so unfortunately not mi amor.”

“You’re just being mean at this point,” you groan walking to wherever Selina sways to.

“At least an hour then we can leave,” she smirks pulling you to the dance floor. “For now, we dance.” She puts one arm around your neck and the other into your hand and she waltz’s to the relaxing music.

Your eyes met her sparkling black ones as waves of emotion overflowed your body. She made you fall in love with her every day.

“I can’t stay here Selina,” you growled in her ear.

She paid no mind to you as she twirled and danced. She was enjoying this and you both knew it.

“Selina,” you growled once again. Your heart was practically beating out of your chest.

“I’m afraid you’re going to have to wait. I’m not going home because you’re horny.”

Your hand traveled down her waist, lightly grazing her ass. Her subtly eyed you, eyes narrowing down. “Relax my love, no one is watching,” you whispered, softly biting her ear as you leaned down.

You could feel Selina get hotter as you continued to dance on the dance floor. Your thoughts were not on Bruce nor anyone else but Selina. You didn’t care about anything except Selina.

“You’re playing a dirty game baby,” Selina murmured in your ear, hands gripping your body.

“I wouldn’t have to if we left.”

Selina stayed silent once more, like she was contemplating the answer she would choose. “…fine,” she murmured.

A grin fell on your face before you dragged her out of the gala, you opened the door of a rentable limo. You didn’t have to say any words to the man. Almost everyone in Gotham knew where you lived. It was hard to miss it.

Selina sat down close to you, kissing your neck. You exhaled a breath, holding her waist. “If you keep it up, I’m going to get a boner before we get home,” you groan.

She seemed to only hum and that, keeping up with the original pace.

The drive home seemed longer than anything before. It felt like the limo driver was going slower on purpose. Selina didn’t let it stop her as she spread hickeys all over your neck.

The white limo stopped at the entrance to your mansion. Selina and you quickly rushed out, leaving behind cash for the driver. Poor man must have been a little traumatized.

You pushed Selina through the door into your room. Her hot breath could be felt on your face.

You unzipped her black dress before she reach for her necklace. “No,” you breathed out. “Keep it on.”

You could feel her lightly moan against your neck as you removed your tie and shirt.

You hoisted Selina up before gently throwing her on the bed.

“Fuck,” you moaned out. Crawling on the bed to be face to face with your girlfriend. “You’re so hot baby.”

Her hands reached up to your neck, pulling you down into her. The kiss was sloppy; full of lust. Her legs wrapped around your unclothed waist.

You head traveled down kisses her neck towards her tits. She grabbed onto your hair as you left a trail of kisses to her clit.

Your hot breath only made her wetter. You licked her clit slowly before making eye contact with her. She let out a breathy moan as you stared her down. Your mouth latched onto her clit sucking and licking like a mad man.

“Fuck,” she moaned, gripping your hair harder. You let out a quick sound before resuming your task.

“God I love your pussy,” you rasped, sticking two fingers into her drenched hole. Her shaky legs wrapped around your head.

Your fingers thrusted in and out of her as your teeth lightly grazed her clit. She could feel her orgasm already coming. “Baby,” she groaned, quickly tapping your head. You removed your mouth from her wet clit as you looked up at her.

“I need it in me,” she whispered, almost like she was embarrassed. She could hear you undoing your zipper as soon as the words came out of her mouth.

Her legs released you from her grip as she pulled you up to be face to face with her. She could feel your hard cock rubbing against her clit. A soft moan came out of her as her arms wrapped around your neck.

“I’ve wanted you all day, baby,” you groan, lips attacking her own as you slowly entered her wet pussy.

“I know,” she smirked out before moaning loudly as you thrusted in and out of her. “God, I forgot how big you were.”

Your arm traveled down to her waist giving you a better angle to thrust into her. “You’re so tight, honey,” you breath out, hair falling down on your eyes.

Nails grazed down your back as you thrusted harder into your girlfriend. Her girlfriend arched your back letting out a whimper. “I’m close baby,” she whimpered feeling her orgasm about to come.

“Just a little more. You can hold out baby,” you grunted, pounding into her at an inhuman pace. Your cock overwhelming her senses.

Her legs shook as her head turned to the side, giving you a better view of her neck. “I’m close, I’m so fucking close,” she panted.

Your hand gripped her waist tighter, feeling her slowly get tighter. “Let go baby,” you muttered, feeling your release about to come.

A high pitched moan left your girlfriend as her pussy tightened around you and legs vibrated rapidly. You gave a few more quick thrusts before coming inside her.

Your moved you hand to move your girlfriend face towards you. Her fucked out eyes looked at you as she panted hard.

You slowly pulled out of her before kissing the top of her head. “I love you,” you sighed, getting up to clean her up.

“Bath or no bath?” you asked, grabbing a hand towel from the bathroom.

“No bath,” she grinned weakly, pulling you towards her. “Just want you.”

“You got me baby,” you smirked, handing her one of your comfy shirts after cleaning her up the best you could.

She slipped on your shirt, it draped over her figure as she huddled towards your figure getting in bed.

You looked at the shirt, too big for your girlfriend. “God just looking at you turns me on.” You kissed your smiling girlfriend.

“You’re handling that issue yourself.”

You smiled harder at her. You didn’t care about Bruce in the moment or fighting crime, just caring about marrying the girl laying next to you.

#selina kyle #x male reader #x reader #dc x male reader #dc x reader #male reader #selina kyle x male reader #selina kyle x reader #wayne!reader #smut #top male reader #top reader

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starflungwaddledee · 2 months

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alright. look, we're going to go into this because i genuinely want to think you didn't mean harm by this, but it's unacceptable to use this sort of manipulative phrasing. especially with strangers, some of whom are kids.

this is not a call-out. i've hidden all names except my own. i just need to address this post i was tagged in, and don't want to add it onto the end of the original post. i could also have done this privately, but i want this to be here for the other folks who were @'d. i won't @ anyone else who was mentioned in this post, but many of us are mutuals, so if you see this post and you're feeling at all stressed out or bad, i recommend just clicking through because i'm going to go into this.

firstly, and i'm going to make this transparent, person who @'d me: i don't think you're being malicious or did anything purposefully bad. i don't think you intended harm or that you are "a bad person". i don't have a single negative thought about you as a person. i don't make this post to be mean. i truly think you made an earnest mistake that could easily have hurt others, and i am stepping in with the hope this can be avoided in the future! per my usual boundaries on reassurance seeking, i will not reassure about this further.

secondly, the post that you tacked this onto IS important and a helpful resource, and it is great to bring attention to it. we should be doing everything we can to not only defend against, but actively fight back against generative AI. many people cannot access the most commonly recommended tools (myself included), so a resource like this is fantastic and i'm glad to learn about it and share it! i don't speak for anyone else, but i've said before that i personally don't mind being tagged in resources that could help me or others and i'm usually happy to share them, especially if i think the latter

but, assuming that you are genuinely well meaning and don't know better, you need to know that this is not the way to go about it. i don't mean mass-tagging, which is fine in times like this imo, i mean your written add-ons that actively guilt trip every single person you tagged.

"if you weren't convinced by the idea of being a good person" and "I do hope anyone I @'d isn't a bad person" in particular.

you may not have realised, but these are profoundly manipulative and cruel things to say. regardless of how you intended them, they are inciting guilt in the reader, and especially in the people who you actively called to come and look at it. here's what it sounds like:

"hey! you! yeah you! come look at this!! come closer! now, do what i ask you to do, or you're a bad person."

there are a million and one reasons someone might not reblog something. being tired, offline, anxious, even needing to run a specifically professional blog with exclusively your art on it for your own financial survival which makes it hard to reblog important posts like this; none of those are bad.

in this case, only one thing makes them a "bad person", and it's "they're pro-generative AI and did not reblog because they want to hide this information to ensure they can continue stealing from creatives".

i'm fairly confident you don't actually think anyone you tagged here has that point of view, or that you really have any doubts about their stances on generative AI. in fact, of the folks i recognise here, they're all independent creatives, sharing artwork with fandom for free on the internet. they are the victims of generative AI, and like most of us, are facing a terrifying future and are already desperate to find a way to defend/fight back.

you do not need to use manipulative language like this to get us to care about this sort of content! this affects us all, content creators and content consumers alike!

in future if you want to direct folks to something like this, which is super helpful and it was good of you to do!, you can just @ them so they see it. you can even say something like "this is important and some reblogs would sure help to boost it!". this is still a call to action, but without the manipulative phrasing, just in case they cannot act for any reason.

in the end, guilt tripping people like this, intentional or otherwise, is dangerous.

at best it will make them feel like shit and they'll feel forced to reblog + share from you out of guilt rather than just believing in the cause. and sometimes it feels like it's most effective, especially when things are urgent; but in my opinion the risk of harm is just too high. because at worst, you could accidentally send someone into a negative thinking spiral. you can never know what people are going through offline, or outside of your spaces, and how something like this will hit them.

#idk what to tag this.#it's not really anything. glorified response. reassurance to those who were @'d.#i'll reblog the actual post with the tool itself after this because it was certainly useful!#please do check it out if you're in need of a more accessible anti-AI overlay tool!#reblogs are off because that's not the point and because i don't want this to... idk. get bigger.#i trust this was an accident and this person meant no harm. i trust they had good intentions. don't be mean. don't be mean.#i just want others tagged to know that they aren't bad people so i needed to address this publicly. it's hard. augh.#i know how this would have hit me a decade ago. i know some of the people tagged here are Going Through It. i know some are kids.#i just felt something needed to be said and i was willing to say it. if this is wrong or something feel free to lmk.

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Compassion...?

Crossposted on Ao3, might be rewritten in the future.

Tags: !femreader, slight angst, anger, fluff, bad writing, amature writer.

this version of Makarov.

Your husband, Vladimir Makarov, had arrived home from a long and stress filled day. You both lived in a small cabin hidden away from society.

His thudding footsteps could be heard from the kitchen. He took off his coat and boots. She peaked her head through the doorway of the kitchen, his icy blue eyes met hers, easily she could see his bad mood. His muscles were tense. He glared at her, and he stomped into the living room. Vladimir was mad. He wanted a argument.

"Welcome back dear." she said softly attempting to not provoke his anger. She popped her head back into the kitchen. She returned to her cooking.

He sat still clenching his fists. He heard her soft humming from the kitchen. Vladimir got up. Walked over to the kitchen and leaned in the door frame, he watched her figure. Her sweetness irritated him, he wanted her to provoke him. Shout at him.

He came closer to you and spoke aggressively, with obvious bad intentions.

"Who are you cooking this dinner for?"

You looked confused "You and me?" she looked at him. "who else? It's just us for miles around dearest." she smiled softly as she chopped some fruit. Her sweet voice and gentle smile were just driving him crazy. Makarov was just waiting for her to argue, but she was doing the complete opposite. He sighed.

"Do you even have any idea what I've been through today?"

"No, but I'm willing to listen. That is if you wish to tell me." she said with a soft smile. He was surprised by her gentle responses. It was getting on his nerves, her sweet smile and gentle tone of voice was making him weak. His anger turned into frustration. He looked at her with his piercing eyes and said "I don't want to talk about it."

She nodded. "I understand." She turned her attention to cooking and put the fruit in a bowl, you set it aside.

He stayed near her, waiting for a reaction from her. Her gentleness was driving him crazy. He spoke to her once again. "How come you're so calm? Aren't you angry or disappointed at me?"

"My love, you haven't given me a reason to be. I understand your upset and I want to help. But if you dont want talk thats okay." She put some chicken in the oven. She had a soft smile. "Would drinking something help?"

His brows furrowed for a moment then the relaxed.

"Yes.."

"Great, I'll get you a drink in a moment. You can go sit down." She said gently. His cold behaviour and expression faltered for a moment, she was so sweet.. he tensed up again and walked to the living room and sat in his armchair.

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"Love! I've finished cooking, go sit at the dining table." she called from the kitchen. He snapped from his trance, he was deep in thought. He lifted himself out of his armchair and took tired steps towards his dining chair.

Moments later she walked in carrying two plates, she placed one in front of V-vladimir and one in front of her seat. She walked back into the kitchen, grabbing cutlery, glasses and a bottle of wine. She placed them on the table. Then she lowered herself in her seat.

"Are you feeling better now dear?" she asked as she poured them both some wine. He realized that she was genuine and didn't really want to argue with him. That made him even angrier. He took a deep breath and spoke to her.

"You're not even mad at me? I can't stand it when you're so sweet and gentle like this."

"Is there a reason is should be mad..?"

He was still irritated, but he felt like a little kid who was sulking. His anger was melting.

"It's just frustrating. You're a woman. A woman should be angry if her own husband comes home in a bad mood."

"Why? This is when you need time and compassion, not blind rage from the one you love." She spoke softly.

He looked at her with a very surprised look in his eyes. He was just baffled by what she was telling him. He was not used to being treated with love and care from anyone. He had never even been hugged before. He tried to cover his weakness by taking another aggressive approach.

"You're coddling me, as if I have emotions like a child. This is not normal."

"Do you want me to stop talking? I can if you wish." she asked with care.

He saw that her kindness was genuine, and that's what made him weak. In fact, he was completely overwhelmed by her kindness. This was unlike anything he had ever experienced. He felt like he had hit a brick wall. He was lost. Makarov always got his way, he was never denied.

"I... I am just confused. I never had someone like you in my life before."

she placed her hand on his and gently squeezed it.

"It's time to change that my love." she kissed him on the cheek. "We should eat before it gets cold."

He turned slightly red. He knew that he had become soft in front of her. He was embarrassed, but still, he was happy. This feeling of softness was nice. Makarov took a deep breath.

"Yeah, that is a good idea." It was strange seeing him not being aggressive after work. He started eating.

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When they had both finished she took all of the dishes and places them in the kitchen sink. Vladimir followed her, he felt more at ease now. He gently whispered her name.

"Yes my love?"

"Thank you.. for everything.." he said looking down at the floor.

"No problem. I love you." she got out a sponge and cleaned the counters. Her movements were fluid and gentle. He watched her movements. He was captivated.

"I.. I love you too.." he spoke softly he wasn't used to showing weakness "Do you need any help..?"

"If you don't mind, could you start to wash the dishes? Thank you Vova.." she smiled. (Vova, shortened/nickname form of Vladimir)

He nodded and walked to the sink and began to clean the dishes. She soon came up behind him and hugged him. "Do you want to talk about it..?"

"Do you mind if I do..?"

"Of course not, I'll always listen to you my dear." She stood by him and listened. He explained about how his men were getting lazier and nearly compromised a whole operation. He sighed.

"Sometimes they are just idiots.." he mumbled.

"That sounds stressful. I'm sorry, I wish they were more competent."

He finished with the dishes, he turns his body and looked her in the eyes. His gentle touch on her arms caused butterflies in her stomach. They embraced.

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They moved to the bed and cuddled.

"I love you."

"I love you more."

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

#i know its bad #fanfic #call of duty #vladimir makarov #cod mw2 #cod makarov #fem reader

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safetycar-restart · 11 months

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How would the littles react if they woke up from a nap and hade an accident. Mabye they forgot to ask for a diaper before talking a nap or it happen to leak as they where sleeping

Charles would panic and cry he thinks his a bad boy for having an accident(he totaly is not of course but he still fels bad ) And he is a very heavy wetter. Especially when his is sleeping so its so much worse.

Max would try to hide it and clean up but would fail. He would be super mad at himself and insist you punish him. ( You clearly dont and insted have a long talk about it) But he still fells bad and won't let it go so you tell him he has to sleep/nap in diaper for a week.

Lando would not give a shit and when he wakes up and notice he just goes back to sleep and lets you to find him and change him. Fell like he is also a heavy wetter and it happened so often. That he dose not feel it or care anymore

PS sorry if its badly written english is not my first language

Aw poor things! Also don’t worry I think your English is great, English isn’t my first language either actually 😂 but anyway, great idea. I've been really vibing with little!drivers lately so this is great.

(Just a reminder that diaper stuff is tagged with 🧴 so block that if you don’t want to see this type of stuff)

CHARLES:

Poor baby he'd be so upset!! Especially because he made such a big mess. Maybe you had meant to put him in a diaper, because he was clearly regressed very young, but he fell asleep in your arms before you could do it and you don't want to wake him.

(In future, you just start changing him while he's asleep, he wakes up but he doesn't even react because he always loves how you kiss him and cuddle him while you put the diaper on and then he happily cuddles into your arm and falls back asleep)

But you didnt do that this time because you thought it would be fine, and it was most definitely not fine. In fact it was terrible.

He wakes and just starts... sobbing. He's so small and feels so bad and he made such a mess. You notice it very quickly, hearing his cries and immediately rushing to the bedroom. You clean him and the bed up, and then immediately put a diaper on him.

From then on, he always has a diaper on before he takes a nap, and if he doesn't then you put one on him.

MAX:

For max, I like the idea that maybe he leaked through his diaper instead? Because it means you've convinced him to wear a diaper for his nap, and you praised him so so so much. He was genuinely so happy to take a nap in his diaper, feeling so nice and safe.

But then he wakes up and he's leaked through? He doesn't know what to do. He's still so small, and he panics so much. And because of that, he falls into the habits he had before you. He starts to feel like the worst boy ever, like he's going to get in massive trouble and can't come to you for help because you'd punish him like his dad did.

Which of course you wouldn't. You'd NEVER do that.

You find him when you go to check on him, you always check in every now and then when he's napping. When you find him, he's desperately trying to change the sheets, and absolutely failing.

You clean him up, and then he's sobbing and begging to be punished and you absolutely refuse to do it. You won't let max be punished for something he had no control over.

LANDO:

Oh yeah Lando wouldn't even flinch. And then you're left with the absolute chaos of trying to change lando's diaper while he's just laying there and giggling. He doesn't even try to help, because he's tired and sleepy and this is your problem not his.

You've learnt the trick is that you have to let him cuddle a pillow or a stuffy and then he'll let you do it without complaint. Otherwise you'll have a half asleep whiney Lando trying to move away from you while you're trying to change him.

The little shit is lucky he's cute.

#little!driver/rider #little!lando #little!charles #little!max #mv #ln #cl #gn!reader #🧴

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thelastarchangelaskblog · 2 months

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Seventh Year: A Finale Bonus Scene 4

So...I masterfully restrained myself from putting too much of certain things into the chapter. It would have been unnecessary and just padded it. That being said!! I did want to write it and that's what the bonus stuff is for. So here we are!

...I only did three scenes at first. And then @alleythegaycat mentioned something else so I had to do it. And I didn't only want four scenes so I asked for a fifth idea and @dunerowl offered a great suggestion so I went with it.

Tags...it's...definitely still PG-13? But also it's...very sensual? Look, I don't know how to describe it considering it's all from Michael's POV. It's very different than if it were from a human's POV.

The last scene is right before the graduation party the seventh years hold. And is the one where Michael is like "I am not thinking of this while Gabriel is here."

I was not expecting it to be 9,000 words but here we are. Here we are! Please...feedback feeds the muse.

Bonus Scene 1

Bonus Scene 2

Bonus Scene 3

“This is private?” Draco inspected the classroom with a critical eye.

“I’ve never seen anyone else in here.” Michael took the room in once more, this time trying to see it how Draco might. There was dust over the desks and tables. Old cauldrons lined the walls, precariously stacked and seeming one wrong breath away from toppling over.

“Clearly. I can see our footprints.” Draco looked down at where their footsteps had disturbed the ancient dust. “What was this used for?”

“Alchemy, as far as I can ascertain.”

Draco’s eyebrows went up. “Hogwarts hasn’t had an alchemical class in years. This place really hasn’t seen anyone aside from you since the last time they even had a class.”

Maybe the dust was an issue… The problem with finding an out-of-way place that no one knew about was that dust was to be expected.

Michael glanced down, then cleaned it.

Draco made a startled sound as the classroom suddenly found itself cleaner than it had been since its construction.

“Is that better? I didn’t think about the dust.” Michael would have to do the same for the other rooms.

Draco smiled at him, warm and affectionate. “When you said you had an idea for a place no one would find, I didn’t think you meant a classroom.”

“No one likes exploring the dungeons,” Michael pointed out. “There are other places here, too, including some on the upper floors if you’d like.”

“We’re here now.” Draco reached out to take his hand. “Both of us done with the night… I admit I wasn’t expecting a classroom.”

Again with the classroom…

“I can find a better place in the future,” Michael offered hesitantly.

“I didn’t say it was bad.” Draco was eyeing the desks. “There are a lot of places to sit here.”

Right, comfort had to be taken into account, too. Several of the chairs found themselves adorned with pillows, and there was definitely amusement coming from Draco now.

“Come on.” Draco tugged him back towards one of the newly cushioned chairs, which stretched out into a bench before they sat down. He huffed on noticing this but didn’t say anything, just tugging Michael down. “At any rate, this is better than a broom closet.”

“You said you didn’t want a broom closet.”

“Like I said,” Draco said, radiating fond amusement and love, “better than a broom closet.”

It was going to be better tonight than it had been the last time outside the Great Hall. Michael would be better. It made no sense for him to lose control like that when he was better than that and could control himself better than an angel fresh out of Creation.

And he did know how to kiss. Theoretically speaking. It was just moving muscles and that was all a vessel was about.

When he leaned in to kiss Draco, he felt the curve of a smile pressed against his own lips, though it faded quickly. He focused on the physical sensations, on Draco’s scent (that familiar cologne and shampoo, the dust they’d walked through to get here, the cold wet musty smell of dungeons), the sound of his breathing (quickly picking up), and the hand running up his own back towards his neck.

There was also taste, which was a little odd at first with the sense still Michael’s worst. But with how focused he was on feeling with his vessel, there was no sign of atoms but just Draco. It wasn’t a taste he had the words to encapsulate in English beyond a faint hint of what he’d had for dinner so many hours ago.

Draco made a low noise in the back of his throat, deeper than his usual voice, his grip on the back of Michael’s neck tightening, nails scratching over his skin. It was a different sensation than what Michael was used to, sparking other nerves that usually didn’t get stimulated.

There was a distracting warmth at the edge of his senses, at the edge of what he could pick up with solely human senses. It warmed him from the inside out, buzzing through his Grace where he kept himself tucked into his vessel. But even as contained as he could make himself, he wasn’t just his vessel, and as close as Draco was to him, his soul brushed up against Michael’s own true form.

Just…focus.

On his own breathing, which was a little unsteadier than normal, and on the scratch of nails over the back of his neck.

Draco made another noise, then pulled Michael in a bit more, and the warmth magnified.

There was love and affection and disbelief and happiness and joylovehappinesswarmthpleasure. And the love tingled through him and before Michael could fully register what he was doing he reached out, curling around Draco and soaking it in, leaning into that warmth and love that was so different from what he was familiar with.

He heard something else, another noise, but it was distant.

The love pressed against him magnified, sparking through him. There was…something…

He shuddered, and something cracked—

Alarm sparked from the warmth pressed against him, which jolted him back into awareness and the realization he had once again overreached.

Agh, fuck.

Michael pulled back so quickly it left him cold, and he found both Draco and himself sprawled over the floor, the bench they’d been sitting on split in two and the desk which had been by the bench in a similar state. He was sprawled over Draco, and it took a moment too long to connect with his limbs enough to shift off.

He still felt a little disconnected, like his vessel wasn’t quite him. His Grace buzzed with warmth, lingering remnants of the love he’d felt from Draco curling through him.

Draco’s grip on his shoulder tightened, and Michael stopped moving, now only half lying on Draco instead of fully.

“You stopped…” Draco swallowed, breathless. “Stopped glowing.”

Michael made to speak, only to realize he didn’t have the oxygen for even a word. He breathed in, then said, “Sorry.” He didn’t recognize his own voice.

Draco laughed, then pulled him down to kiss him again, and Michael didn’t have the time to steel himself before that love surged through him. He pressed back into that love unthinkingly, felt Draco shiver beneath him, then pulled back, this time pushing right past the resistance at his shoulder to sit up.

His heart was pounding, he distantly registered. His human heart was beating faster than normal. Even his breathing was a little ragged.

Draco was lying in the broken splinters of the bench and the desk, looking at Michael and seeming just a little hurt.

Just… Damn it.

Michael leaned forward, grabbing hold of Draco’s hand and pulling him up off the splinters. “I – sorry.” He kept saying it like it would fix anything.

Draco blinked at him, flushed. “What are you apologizing for?”

Michael gave him a disbelieving look, then darted his eyes past Draco’s shoulder to the mess.

“That was a little surprising,” Draco admitted, “but we’re both fine, aren’t we?”

“You might not have been.” Michael sighed, brushing off some splinters on Draco’s robe.

“You’ve never hurt me,” Draco told him, straightening Michael’s collar. “Not once, even when you were really angry.”

Somehow. Even though Draco had been present during some of Michael’s worst moments in this world. “That could always change.”

“You didn’t hurt me now either,” Draco pointed out. “I didn’t even notice until we were on the floor.”

Michael grimaced, burning with embarrassment. “I didn’t even notice at all.” How could he not have? How did he get so distracted again?

He startled when Draco kissed him once more, his grip on Draco’s robes flexing.

“No one will find us here,” Draco reminded him in a low murmur. It wasn’t just love pouring off him but also fond amusement and gentle affection. “Wasn’t that the point?”

That had been the point. The other (more private) point had been that Michael was not going to lose it like a newly Created angel. He did manage to not lean into Draco’s soul this time, though he couldn’t stop the shudder through his true form.

“It’s not just for me,” Draco said when Michael said nothing. “I said you can also do what works for you.”

Michael swallowed, focusing on breathing, on that flow of oxygen. It helped a little. “I don’t need to.”

Draco scratched his nails over the back of Michael’s neck, pressing his forehead against Michael’s. “We don’t need to do this either.”

“…But you want to.”

“Then why don’t you do what you want?”

Michael brushed off one more splinter on Draco’s robes, breathing in and out. This wasn’t just for him. This was also for Draco. “Just this is fine,” he said after a long moment.

Draco seemed skeptical about this. “Michael.”

Since Michael could do this now, he kissed him. Draco made a surprised noise now, fingers flexing against Michael’s neck.

“You – this isn’t over,” Draco muttered, and the fond annoyance was easier to buffer than the love had been. A little bit more of a familiar ground for Michael to push to the back.

But it wasn’t too long before the annoyance was gone and the warmth and love curled against him. It was softer than previous times but that was almost… It was almost worse/better than when it was firmer. It was so much gentler yet harder to ignore for how it just beckoned.

There were a few more desks and chairs that were broken that night.

It was a sitting room this time. The furniture was old yet still intact due to the innate magic of Hogwarts. Judging by the pictures and some of the paperwork in the desk drawers, this had belonged to a professor several centuries ago.

It was nonetheless better than a classroom. Or it should be. The atmosphere seemed better… Michael even remembered to make sure it was clean.

“There’s even a window.” Draco admired the view of the forest. If Michael wanted to, he could see the top of his own tree in the distance. “I’m surprised no one uses it anymore.”

“It misses the one who used to be here,” Michael said, brushing his fingers over a moving portrait of a red-haired witch and her dark-haired companion. “When she passed, it hid itself.”

Draco looked back at him in surprise. “Really? Then…is it okay that we’re here?”

Michael smiled at him. “It doesn’t mind our intentions. The professor…she had her own partner she would bring in here. It brings back fond memories.”

Draco turned red, rubbing a hand over his mouth. “Ah. I see. So…you…essentially told it – the room – what we would be doing?”

“In a way.” Michael considered Draco, then slowly turned the portrait around. “I can still find us a broom closet if you would prefer.”

Draco laughed into his hand, then closed the distance between them. The flood of affection and love from him was startling. Michael braced himself, flattening his hand against the wooden surface of the desk. “Shut up about the broom closet.” His voice was fond. “I can’t believe you asked a room if it was okay if we used this space for making out.”

“You just wondered if it was fine if we stayed in here,” Michael pointed out.

“I did.” Draco smiled at him a moment longer, still radiating so much love and affection that Michael had to struggle to not lean into it, to keep himself tucked into his vessel.

He should have expected the kiss.

Michael did respond to it – he did. He pressed back into it, but he had to remember to not lean into the warmth of Draco’s soul. He focused on the brush of Draco’s thumb behind his ear, the brush of his fingers over the back of his neck, then shuddered as a burst of love sparked over his Grace and he barely avoided responding.

Draco pulled back some time later, breathing ragged. “You’re…not breathing.”

Michael swallowed, registering that sometime in the interim his own hands had settled at Draco’s waist. He drew in a breath, trying to settle, only to be distracted by Draco kissing his cheek and how that affectionate love fizzled over his form. He swallowed again, looking at the wallpaper on the wall over Draco’s shoulder. It was something different than Draco. “Breathing,” he managed. “I don’t need it.”

“You can relax,” Draco murmured, kissing his cheek again. “You made sure no one would find us here.”

If he relaxed he was going to do something embarrassing again. Namely breaking something in this very kind sitting room.

“Michael.” Draco kissed him again, and all Michael could register was love and affection and soft happiness.

…No, focus, just concentrate. He could do this and not be…

He focused on his vessel, on the feel of Draco’s robes beneath his hands and how he could feel the movement of Draco’s ribs against both his own chest and his hands. He focused on the slide of lips against his own, the sound of Draco’s breathing (shaky and ragged and with small noises only particularly keen hearing could pick up), the heat of someone else’s skin pressed against his own.

He slid his own hands up a little, cautious, and there was something like a small sigh from Draco, and suddenly warmth blossomed against Michael and it was Draco’s soul.

He responded to that warmth instinctively, reaching out and touching it. It was like touching lightning, a buzz of energy, though it was warmer and softer and while it didn’t reach back out it also didn’t pull away, just remaining pressed against him and brightening as he leaned into it.

There was a distant noise.

The feeling of warmth strengthened, responding positively to Michael. It was happinessjoyloveaffectionsurpriselove.

There was a cracking sound, multiple things falling, and then there was flustered shock brushing along Michael. Shock was much colder than the rest, even with the warmth of the soul – Draco – still close enough to touch.

Soul – shit, he’d overreached again.

Michael pulled back, tucking into his vessel and blinking human eyes to find that they were on the floor between two halves of what once had been a desk. Papers fluttered around them and there were a couple of frames on the floor – the same frames that had been on the desk.

Draco stared up at him, red, breathless, and eyes dark. He seemed a little dazed but surprised; he was also thankfully unharmed.

Michael’s vessel was shaking slightly, fine trembles running through the muscles. He swallowed, forcing several breaths and focusing on that – the rhythm of it. His heart slowed where it was pounding in his chest.

“Sorry,” Michael managed, glad his voice sounded relatively normal.

“Don’t apologize.” Draco gave him a sharp look that wasn’t quite as effective considering how flushed he still looked. “That was…good.” He swallowed. “Felt you again.”

Michael made a noise of agreement, trying not to look at the desk he had apparently split into two. It looked like he’d put too much weight on it, judging from how the wood in two places was a little caved in. “We keep ending up on the floor.”

Draco shrugged, the shock fading to something more amused. “If we stay on the floor, we won’t have to worry about that.”

That did not seem at all comfortable. Michael shot him a look before he started moving to sit them both up.

Draco’s hands around his neck nudged him to stop and before Michael could ask he was being kissed again. That warm soul – Draco – hadn’t moved (why would it when Draco was still in the same place?) but the love was back and he leaned into it, only just aware of a faint noise that sounded like him.

Noise – Michael focused on that and suddenly was aware of how his own heart was ticking up again, his vessel responding, before his awareness turned back over to the warmth blooming in his Grace and how he couldn’t stop feeling Draco’s love and affection. Every time he tried, his focus spotty and catching only bits of the physical (his own heart, his breathing, the shifting of cloth under him), he was distracted by the constant hum of Draco’s soul – that love that was so different from what he’d felt before from his siblings or even his human parents.

He did pull back a few times, trying to refocus, get a little distance, but Draco kept pulling him back in. If he wanted to, he could put a stop to this, but he didn’t really want to. Not with that heady warmth seeping into him and how it buzzed along his Grace.

But he should – he should—

He felt Draco’s hand against his neck, his breath against his cheek, and a stray thought that brushed past his Grace. We’re alone—

He shivered, his true form shuddering and maybe his vessel as well – he wasn’t sure – and melted into it.

Nothing else broke that night, so maybe Draco had a point about staying on the floor.

“Do you want to be caught?” Michael managed, shivering as that warm soul brushed up against him and love sparked through his Grace. He swallowed, hands tightening in Draco’s robes as Draco kissed him again.

“No one likes the third floor,” Draco murmured. “Stories of Fluffy keep circulating.”

Michael couldn’t quite place who Fluffy was supposed to be and his concentration scattered when Draco kissed him again, that warm adoring love washing over him. He might have made a noise. He wasn’t sure.

“F-Fluffy?” Michael tried to ask, to keep himself focused on something other than Draco’s soul, on the importance of hiding them. He wasn’t sure how well he was succeeding. The barrier he’d hastily put up right on noticing Draco’s intent was the last thing he wanted to concentrate on but also the most important.

There was no immediate answer, just Draco kissing him a little longer, radiating love and happiness.

Michael leaned into it unthinkingly, relaxing into that love and into the kiss, his attention narrowing in on Draco, when there was a loud thumping sound and the sounds of someone shushing another. He jolted, snapping backwards and hitting a torch, which wobbled precariously before he flung a hand out and caught the edge of it before it could fall.

The barrier – it was still up. Only barely.

Michael pulled the torch back into place, attention split between Draco, who had frozen against him, and the students who had ventured into the dusty corridor.

There were a group of three second years from Ravenclaw hovering only five feet away and scrabbling to pick up a book bag that had fallen to the floor. The straps were broken, which explained the sound.

“We’re not supposed to be here,” one whispered frantically. “We’ll get eaten by the dog!”

“I have beef jerky. No way that’s going to happen.”

The one cleaning up his books looked up, eyebrows raised. “What – you have enough for a dog with three heads?”

“I suppose we’ll find out, won’t we?”

“Just shut up and hurry before we get caught by something other than the three-headed dog! Didn’t you see that torch almost fall over?”

Draco muffled his breathing into Michael’s shoulder, not moving as the three students continued to whisper fervently to each other as they scurried away. It wasn’t until they were gone that he looked up at Michael, giving him a slightly sheepish smile.

“Fluffy?” Michael asked again now that he actually could.

“Hagrid’s dog,” Draco said.

“I see.” Michael did not see.

“He had a giant three-headed dog, apparently,” Draco thankfully explained further. “It was guarding the philosopher’s stone here that Potter went after.”

Once again, Michael reflected on Dumbledore’s life choices. Really. Just what was up with that man?

He was promptly distracted from further thoughts of Dumbledore by Draco kissing him again.

Oh. No. He was not—

Michael had the barest presence of mind to whisk them both to the sitting room they had been in several nights ago. Draco made a startled noise into the kiss at the abrupt transportation, his emotions fracturing into something more surprised.

It was cooler than the love, and Michael was able to refocus. The desk was behind Draco, and he pushed him backwards towards it before leaning in to reinitiate the kiss since it was what Draco wanted.

There was a smile pressed against his lips before Draco cupped his neck and pressed back into him, humming. The surprise faded, morphing into soft delight that tickled at Michael.

Michael tilted his head into the kiss, bracing one hand against the surface of the desk as he leaned in. The wood was hard and smooth, some of the grains catching against his fingertips, though he was soon distracted from that by a soft noise from Draco and delightpleasurelovehappinessadorationtendernesslove.

Shuddering, Michael leaned into that affection, the love that soul so freely offered.

The desk had been fixed before they left the last time.

It was once again broken, and Draco really did have a point about just staying on the floor.

When they started packing up their books to return to the Common Rooms for the night, Michael was stopped by Draco’s hand on his wrist.

“Stay?” Draco murmured, leaning in to whisper it more easily into Michael’s ear. It was unnecessary since Michael would be able to hear him even across the Great Hall if he enhanced his hearing.

Michael tilted his head, then looked up at the others. Zabini and Greengrass simply gave him nods and swept out of the room with their bags. Ginny looked faintly amused and Neville elbowed her, using the motion to nudge her along.

“I’ll be along later,” Michael told the others.

“Right,” Ernie said, “don’t be too late?”

“You’re saying this to the being who’s always out late,” Susan pointed out, amused.

“I need to feel at least somewhat responsible.”

“You’re not even prefect,” Justin said, poking Ernie’s arm. “Come on. Let’s leave these two to it.”

“It’s my turn for rounds tonight anyway,” Hannah said. “I’ll see you in the morning!”

“Have fun,” Luna said cheerily.

“Luna,” Draco hissed, flushing.

Luna beamed at him, patting Draco’s shoulder and then taking Ginny’s hand to tug her outside the room before Ginny could start teasing Draco. Neville gave an awkward wave and left before he could think any further on the matter of why Draco wanted Michael to stay behind.

When the door clicked shut behind the last of Michael’s friends, he turned back to Draco. Draco looked a little nervous, shy, and flustered, not quite meeting Michael’s eyes.

Michael studied him a moment longer, then leaned in to kiss his temple. There was a startled sound, Draco jolting.

“Whatever it is,” Michael said gently, “I won’t judge you.”

Draco stared at him, swallowing. There was noticeable hesitation from him, something shy and wanting, before he slowly leaned in and dropped his head to Michael’s shoulder. The position was a little awkward given how they were sitting in chairs, but all Michael could feel from him was a need to be closer.

Michael slid an arm around him, mindful of the chairs, and dropped a kiss to the top of Draco’s head. Slowly, carefully, he also wrapped his Grace along Draco’s soul, pushing reassurance and love into him. There was a very slight shiver from Draco at this, and he pressed in closer.

“Do you want to do this here?” Michael asked quietly. “Or somewhere a little more comfortable?”

Draco considered it. “This is private.”

Michael glanced towards the side of the room. A couch obligingly popped into existence. It was a very comfy couch, reminiscent of the ones in the Hufflepuff Common Room. “We can stay here, but this doesn’t seem very comfortable for you.”

“…Did you just make a couch?”

“…No.” It had been the room.

Draco muffled a laugh into Michael’s shoulder, then picked his head up to kiss him. A rush of warm, affectionate love seeped into Michael where he was still wrapped around Draco. He made a small noise in the kiss, fingers flexing on Draco’s shoulder, his next breath far too shuddery.

When he pulled back, there was something far too keen in Draco’s eyes. He clearly hadn’t missed Michael’s reaction. “Well, since you asked the room so nicely.”

The chairs were quickly abandoned, Draco tugging Michael to his feet and pulling him over to the couch. He evaluated it critically before flopping down onto it by the armrest, his weight pulling Michael down as well. Michael let himself be drawn in, picking up that low level want for closeness.

What he didn’t expect was for Draco to immediately pull him in for a kiss, his hand at the back of Michael’s neck. He braced himself, one hand at the armrest behind Draco and the second at the backrest, resisting Draco fully pulling him in.

Draco leaned up into him for a moment longer. “Michael.” His tone was reproving. “You’re not that heavy.”

Michael still did not follow the tug closer. “Is this what you want?” he asked.

Draco kissed him again, lingering. Michael had pulled slightly back from earlier, but the wash of warm love and soft affection and adoration was impossible to ignore. Michael’s grip on the couch faltered, something crunching that shouldn’t have been crunched.

“I’m fine,” Draco said when Michael jolted back. “It’s just the couch. Come here.” He kissed Michael again before he could even respond, the pressure at the back of Michael’s neck urging him closer.

There was faint amusement in the love now, but the love was still the most prominent piece. Love and also the low level simmering want.

It wasn’t… It wasn’t a want that Michael was familiar with, not like the kind he’d seen from other humans over the years. It was something more innocent, just a desire to be closer and for comfort.

Michael pulled himself apart just enough to speak. “Is everything all right?”

Draco’s fingers flexed against Michael’s neck. He looked up at him, grey eyes dark. “Yes. Studying is just driving me mad, and you’re driving me mad by not relaxing.”

Michael ducked his head slightly, chastised. “Do you…want to relax?”

An unexpected kiss was pressed to his forehead. “Yes, Michael. With you. If you can manage that.” The last bit was wry, though colored with fond amusement.

“I can manage that.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Draco said. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you relax in all the years I’ve known you.”

Michael frowned, only to blink when Draco kissed the spot between his eyebrows.

“It’s not a challenge,” Draco said. “Just…come here, won’t you?”

This time when Draco pulled him down, Michael let him. Draco was leaning back against the armrest, one leg over the side of the couch while the other was stretched out along the back of the couch, in the dip between the cushions and the backrest.

Michael braced himself slightly with the hand at the armrest, though he let go of the back of the couch, brushing off bits of fabric before sliding it along Draco’s neck. He rubbed his thumb over Draco’s jaw, focusing on the physical sensation of his skin and Draco’s shaky breaths.

Draco leaned up into him, his other arm around Michael and pulling him closer. That burning warmth of love and affection bumped up against Michael’s own Grace, and he slipped, dropping a little closer towards him.

Focus, focus.

There was – maybe he could distract Draco. There were some – some other things he could do beyond just…this. Draco wanted to relax.

Michael broke the kiss, scattering more over Draco’s cheeks and then towards his jaw. There was a surprised noise that vibrated against Michael’s thumb where it was pressed against his neck. “Relax,” he murmured against his jaw. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Draco made another surprised noise, this one a little more high-pitched, at Michael speaking against his jaw. “But – you…” He swallowed, breathing in raggedly. “You…”

“I’m here.” Michael kissed his jaw again. “My idea of relaxing isn’t quite the same as yours.”

There was burst of laughter that broke into another surprised gasp when Michael rubbed over his neck and kissed him again. The flood of disbelieving love hit him like a star, bright and overwhelming.

Michael was barely aware of his own surprised noise, the way he shuddered against Draco, and he leaned into it unthinkingly. There was an answering shiver below him, and Draco’s grip on him tightened.

No, focus—

There was the slightest taste of salt on Draco’s skin. Salt and the soap he used, though the latter was fainter now. There was the fast beat of Draco’s heart, thrumming against the thin skin of his neck and right under Michael’s lips. There was the way he shifted under Michael, the way his fingers dug into Michael’s neck and held him in place.

The love washed over him again. His Grace warmed, buzzing and tingling and it felt almost like he was physically flying. It pressed close, Draco’s soul warm and unmoving, just wanting, and Michael leaned into it.

There was a faint noise in the background, something human and something not.

The love magnified, responding to Michael’s own, though it was twined in with something like startled pleasure. It was different, it was new, and Michael pressed into it.

A surprised hum broke through, and Michael was just cognizant that he was only barely supporting his weight, that he was mouthing over Draco’s neck. He pulled back, attempting to breathe, attempting to refocus on something that wasn’t Draco because that clearly wasn’t working at all, when Draco made a displeased sound and pulled him back down.

There was nothing from his soul beyond the pleasure and the adoring love, though he couldn’t reach out the way Michael could. But it was unselfconscious and pressed up close to Michael, the emotions for him and it was like a prayer, someone shouting at him. It sank into his Grace, warming him, and he reached back out, wrapping around it.

The shudder this time was stronger, jostling Michael. No. He had control. He pulled away again, tightening his fingers in the fabric of the couch, the armrest creaking in warning. “Draco.” He barely recognized his voice, strained as it was. He curled away from that warmth, shivering as it brushed over him again.

Draco’s head was tilted back, his eyes closed. There was a flush to his cheeks, his breathing ragged. It took him moments too long to open his eyes, looking up at Michael. He seemed a little dazed. “M’fine,” he mumbled. “…you stop?”

Michael didn’t want to say it was too much. That if he didn’t stop now he wasn’t likely to stop anytime soon and for an archangel “soon” was a relative concept. There was abnormal and then there was…that. What Michael was dangerously tipping closer to.

“It’s getting late,” he said eventually, slowing his breathing. It was likely true. He didn’t know how long they had spent here.

Draco made a displeased sound, this one closer to a groan. He did let go of Michael’s neck, rubbing over his face and tipping his head back.

It revealed a mark on his neck that looked like it was going to bruise rather spectacularly by morning.

Similar marks on Loki’s body came to mind. …Humans liked that, didn’t they?

Michael said nothing, just thumbing over it for a moment before deciding to let it be. Draco shivered at the touch, flushing.

“Do you want to stop or not?” Draco sounded and felt flustered.

Michael kissed his cheek, then pulled away entirely, sitting on the opposite end of the couch. Draco’s hand hovered over his cheek, the skin still flushed, and he stared at Michael.

“Is something wrong?” Michael asked when Draco didn’t say anything.

Draco started, then shook his head. He straightened, reaching out to grab Michael’s hand and squeeze it. “No.” His eyes were soft, his smile equally so, and his soul sang with love that had Michael dazed.

He squeezed Draco’s hand, focusing on the feeling of his hand. It was late. They were done. He was not going to start anything else.

Only Draco pulled him into another kiss outside the Slytherin Common Room, radiating so much love and adoration and happiness that Michael couldn’t even steel himself against it. And by the time Michael managed to come back to himself, he’d somehow pushed Draco up against a wall and was largely supporting him from sinking to the floor.

“Don’t apologize,” Draco managed, grabbing hold of his shoulders. “That – that was good.”

Michael swallowed, holding him close until Draco had stopped shaking and was able to support his weight. He had to breathe through the burning warmth in his Grace, the way Draco’s love even now had him almost half-distracted.

Why was it like this? So different from everything else?

Thankfully Draco made it into his Common Room with no further issues and Michael went to hide somewhere to regain what remained of his composure.

By morning, he felt more assured, even if still… Well, he doubted the embarrassment was going to anywhere anytime soon. His solace was that at least there was no one else here who could see exactly how terribly he had been conducting himself.

When Draco joined them at breakfast, the first thing Michael noticed was the bruise at his neck. It had indeed darkened to something very striking against his pale skin. He was a little more surprised that Draco hadn’t done anything to cover it up, but he did seem a little drowsier than usual and also a little more… He seemed more relaxed, giving Michael a warm smile and squeezing his hand in greeting.

There was a small sputtering sound from Justin where he choked on his pumpkin juice. He then proceeded to stuff toast into his mouth, not looking at Draco.

“Had a good night?” Susan asked, voice very carefully neutral. She was radiating amusement.

Draco hummed in response. He didn’t otherwise say anything, seeming more intent on his breakfast.

“I see.” Susan’s lips were twitching.

Hannah kicked Susan’s leg under the table, giving her a sharp look that said she should be polite. “Well, I’m glad to see you’re happy!”

Draco did look up now, giving her a suspicious look.

“Very happy,” Susan agreed, then promptly winced at Hannah’s second kick.

“Yes,” Draco said slowly, shooting them both suspicious looks.

“I do love the fashion statement,” Ernie said casually.

Draco paused, his fork stilling in the middle of the beans. “Fashion statement?” he asked slowly.

“Yes. It really does send a statement.” Ernie gestured vaguely in the direction of his own neck.

Draco frowned. “What fashion statement are you speaking of, Macmillan?”

“You know…” Ernie tapped his neck meaningfully, raising his eyebrows.

Draco’s hand went up to mirror Ernie. When he touched the bruise, he froze, a dawning sense of horrified realization coming from him. A little of it flashed over his face before he composed his expression to something carefully neutral. “Excuse me.” He stood, leaning over towards Michael. “A word?”

Justin was still chewing through his toast, not looking at either of them. Ernie seemed not at all apologetic despite the glare Hannah was shooting him.

Michael had the sense that he’d messed something up, though he wasn’t entirely sure how or why. Ernie mouthed a silent “good luck” as they left, which didn’t reassure him at all.

He didn’t get the chance to ask since as soon as they were out of sight and earshot of anyone by the Great Hall, Draco turned towards him, radiating flustered and horrified embarrassment.

“You couldn’t have told me?” Draco hissed.

Michael blinked, looking down at the bruise on his neck and then back up to him. “I thought you knew.”

“How would I know?” Draco groaned, hiding his face in his hands. “No wonder Blaise kept smirking at me this morning. Nott wouldn’t even look me in the eyes.”

Michael hesitated, then slowly reached out to touch his shoulder. “I thought…humans like that sort of thing?”

Draco made a strangled noise into his hands. He didn’t say anything.

“…I can avoid doing so in the future.” If he did accidentally do it in the future, he would make sure to heal it. Of course he’d mess this up.

There was an immediate head shake, which confused Michael even more. “…Do you want me to do it again?”

Draco shrunk his shoulders in, the sense of embarrassment strengthening. He hadn’t removed his hands from his face.

“Draco…” Michael stepped in closer, unsure of what exactly he wanted here, but it didn’t seem like just leaving him alone was the right thing to do.

There was another long moment of silence. Then, muffled, so quiet Michael wouldn’t even have heard if he were actually human, Draco mumbled, “I liked it.”

“Oh.” Michael was relieved. “Okay. Is it… Would you prefer I let you know in the future?”

Draco nodded into his hands. His ears were red, as was the back of his neck.

“I can also heal it if you’d like,” Michael offered quietly. “Now and in the future.”

There was a moment’s hesitation before Draco shook his head.

“You’re embarrassed,” Michael said slowly, unsure of what exactly was wrong. Beyond how he had messed up and Draco had been embarrassed.

“I walked out in the middle of everyone with no idea what they were seeing. Of course I’m embarrassed!”

“So it’s…fine if you know?”

Draco dropped his hands, leaning in to hide his face in Michael’s shoulder. “It’s better.” His voice was muffled.

Humans… So illogical. Michael ran a hand over Draco’s back, pressing a slow kiss to his hair. This was something he felt more comfortable with. He was relieved Draco didn’t seem angry, just embarrassed. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Draco sighed into Michael’s shoulder, remaining there for a long moment before he picked his head up and kissed him. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” he said. “But next time tell me.”

Nothing wrong this time, Michael thought ruefully. But at least this had worked out. He would be better.

“Better” was relative. “Better” did not happen.

Michael losing his control kept happening and he didn’t understand why. He didn’t understand just why he was so fully incapable of restraining himself around Draco. He didn’t understand why despite his usually impeccable self-control, it just went flying out the window the moment he started picking up what Draco felt for him.

It wasn’t as if it was all the time. Sometimes, when it was just brief, Michael didn’t have an issue. But the longer it lasted, that affection, the higher the likelihood of him becoming distracted. So he did have one possible solution, only it left Draco feeling hurt if Michael stopped short and pulled away early.

The goal wasn’t to hurt Draco.

It just…led to a terrible loop with no solution in sight because Michael was incapable of controlling himself.

At least he didn’t hurt Draco. Fixing furniture was easier than if he had hurt Draco.

The other things were easier. Making sure to take care of Draco, remembering what he had seen other couples do… That was so much easier. Those were little things that made a difference.

Little things that Draco deserved because that was as normal as Michael could make it for him.

They had all been stressed over NEWTs, no matter how Draco tried to hide it or make it as discreet as possible for Michael. They hadn’t spent that much time together either beyond the usual studying and the occasional visit to Hogsmeade, and Draco had asked him if he wouldn’t mind spending some time together that night.

There was another out-of-the-way study that Michael hadn’t brought Draco to yet. It was missed primarily due to the fact that it was hidden behind a tapestry and also had a suit of armor standing before the door.

Draco was a little amused as Michael slid the armor to the side and then back in front of the tapestry. This was probably more due to the armor cursing out Michael than because of the sight of Michael physically shifting the armor back and forth with a hand.

Aside from the amusement, there was something else from Draco, though it was vague enough that Michael couldn’t entirely pick up what it was.

Once the door was closed, Michael turned, only to be pushed up against the door and kissed. He startled, freezing slightly at the abrupt onslaught.

Draco did pull back, brow furrowed. “Is that…too fast?”

Michael forced himself to relax, fitting his vessel against the curve of the door and not the other way round. “Just unexpected.”

Draco studied him a moment longer, then leaned in again, a little slower this time.

This was different. It was more intent, more focused than what Draco usually did. It made it easier for Michael to kiss back, to focus on the physicality of the action and not on other things.

The love was there but it wasn’t everything he was picking up. It was largely covered by the focus.

He didn’t push Draco along, following his lead.

Then Draco shifted to kissing his cheek and down his jaw. That was new.

Michael didn’t move beyond brushing his hand over his back and tilting his head back as Draco sucked at the skin. It felt different, almost interestingly so, and he could see why humans did like it.

Eventually Draco stopped, breathing against Michael’s neck. “This isn’t doing anything for you.” He sounded a little breathless and a little confused.

Michael raised his eyebrows, brushing his hand up to Draco’s neck to squeeze it. “…No. I told you before it doesn’t.”

“I thought…” Draco pulled back, frowning. “It seemed to. The more we…did it.” He was a little red. “So I…I thought I’d try something different so you don’t get all caught up in your head.”

Michael squeezed his neck again, glad Draco couldn’t see the embarrassment burning through him. He hadn’t thought Draco had noticed. “It’s not the kissing,” he said quietly. “I told you…it’s you.”

Draco kissed him again, evaluating. Michael smiled slightly into it for a moment before returning the kiss.

“So it’s…me,” Draco said a little bit later, breathless. “You said…feeling me?”

“…Yes.” Michael slowly leaned in to kiss his cheek, unsure of where Draco was going with this.

“Are you not feeling me right now?” Draco asked.

Draco was very hard to ignore, especially like this. “I am.”

Draco still seemed confused. “Then…is it different? You’re not – it’s not the same as before.”

Draco was more focused than he had been before. It lent a cover to his other emotions, the ones Michael usually had more trouble ignoring. Michael wasn’t sure if he wanted to explain that. “I’m still feeling you,” he told Draco. “I always can.” He leaned in to kiss him, though Draco broke it quicker than the last one.

“You’re not distracting me this time,” Draco said, cross. “You’re not.”

Michael ran his thumb over Draco’s jaw. “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?”

Draco flushed a little, throat bobbing as he swallowed. “Yes, but I also want you.”

“You have me.”

Draco went even redder. “I don’t want you holding yourself back. You – I said I want you.”

“I’m here.”

“But not really.” Draco huffed, some frustration seeping in. “I’m not going to break, Michael. Just…this isn’t just about me. This is also for you.”

Michael watched him, breathing past Draco’s frustration and…worry. But the frustration was strongest. He swallowed, dropping his eyes. Why did he always mess things up? “I don’t expect you to break,” he said quietly. “I know you’re stronger than that.”

“If I’m overwhelmed, it’s a good feeling,” Draco said. “You’re not overwhelming, Michael. And when you are, it’s not bad. But I don’t want this to be only for me.”

“It’s not,” Michael said immediately.

“But the kissing doesn’t do anything for you.”

“It does for you.”

“But we can both get something out of it.” Draco kissed his cheek, scattering a few more kisses down his jaw and to his neck. His frustration softened, giving way to worry and love. There was less of the intent focus now, more of the love that nestled against Michael’s Grace. “I want you to want this, too.”

He didn’t want to constantly feel like he had no control. It was – it felt nice. That wasn’t the issue. The issue was everything else.

He swallowed again, breathing shuddering slightly. “I.” He regulated his breathing, focusing only on that, though it also magnified the feel of Draco’s breath against his skin and the slightly different temperature of his exhalations compared to that of his body temperature.

“Hm?” Draco kissed his neck again, a little more deliberately. He seemed to have noticed something changed, something curious sneaking into his emotions, though the love was still there. It was colored by deep affection, soft and adoring.

Michael shivered, barely holding onto his control. He pressed his fingers to Draco’s robes, cataloging the fabric and how it felt (very soft, a high thread count). “Souls…” he managed, voice slightly strained.

Draco paused briefly, though then pressed another kiss to his jaw. He seemed like he wasn’t entirely sure what was doing it for Michael so was testing the waters. The kiss did nothing, but the affectionate love was almost too much.

Michael curled into his vessel but it was impossible to ignore Draco’s soul and the emotions for him. “Souls,” he repeated, forcing himself to focus. “I – I’m always aware. Of them.” He tilted his head back at another kiss, closing his eyes at the warm spark of love and something like excitement bubbling over his Grace. “And…emotions. It’s… Some are harder. To ignore.” Did that make sense? He didn’t think he made sense in his own head.

There was a moment of pensive stillness, though Draco didn’t move away from him. But the emotions Michael was picking up off him had dampened, and he pulled in a long breath. He relaxed slightly, running a hand over Draco’s back and squeezing the back of his neck.

The flood of love hit him like a brick.

Michael was barely aware of the noise he made, startled and surprised, and how he…did he stiffen? Or did his vessel shiver? He didn’t know, all he knew was that he didn’t know what he was doing beyond remaining frozen in place. His breathing had definitely picked up, and he was barely cognizant of Draco kissing up his neck to kiss him properly again.

“Don’t…” He barely recognized his voice, breathless and breaking at the end. He didn’t know what he had been about to say, distracted by the warm love still flooding over him.

“I want to,” Draco murmured between kisses. “This is working, isn’t it?” There was slight amusement here, but it wasn’t meant unkindly. It couldn’t be, not with the rest of what he was focusing on feeling. Humans couldn’t quite do that, and there was – there was no lie.

Michael might have made a noise of agreement, or maybe just a random noise. His focus shifted between the kisses and between struggling not to just reach back out to Draco’s soul and completely lose touch with the physical world.

He had to – he could multitask—

Only there wasn’t much multitasking involved in following Draco’s nudging when he kissed up over Michael’s neck to behind his ear. The only multitasking was registering the physical sensation of the kisses and how his vessel responded to it, skin prickling and nerves sparking.

The love came in waves, ebbing and flowing, likely due to Draco’s own focus sometimes breaking. But it wasn’t anywhere near as predictable as the actual ocean, and just as Michael thought he could manage it, another surge of warmth hit him and he leaned into it.

He reached out. He thought there was a hand involved. Maybe a kiss as well, Draco making a noise that was soon muffled, but all he really registered was the warmth of that soul and the love it continually radiated that was for him, even if it wasn’t pushed at him. But it was for him and he couldn’t ignore that – didn’t want to ignore it.

And he reached out, pushing into that warmth but keeping it gentle. He pushed along his own love, the warmth he was feeling, just letting it rest against that soul in acknowledgment.

There was another noise, this one louder and breaking through Michael’s attention. The love he was feeling faltered slightly, turning slightly overwhelmed.

He pulled back, guilty, and now he could feel Draco holding his head, pressing him up against the wall (door?), gasping into his mouth and definitely very overwhelmed.

Michael pulled physically back but had to stop because there was nowhere to go, not with how Draco had him pushed up against the wall. And when he did break the kiss, Draco was there again, kissing him again, more intently but still breathless.

He wanted to ask, if he was okay, if this was fine, but he had no air for the questions and certainly no way to speak when he was being kissed. He was only barely aware of the shivering of his vessel, fine trembles he couldn’t quite manage to get under control, and then Draco pulled back just enough to tug on his lip and his Occlumency shields were gone and Michael was hit by both his soul and a mind he had gotten used to no longer feeling and shuddered. The next noise was his own.

A good overwhelming feeling. This – he – you feel good – not bad.

That was only Draco.

The feeling of being overwhelmed faded, only for the love to sweep back in, and Michael sank under it, buzzing with warmth and the feeling of Draco’s soul next to his own Grace.

At some point, slowly, the love ebbed, not disappearing but no longer quite as overwhelming for him. It just hovered there, warm and soft and also feeling…pleased.

He stayed pressed there for a bit, not doing anything beyond keeping it company like he would have a sibling, sharing his own contentment.

But then there was a shift, and he realized that no, this was… This wasn’t—

When he next registered his own vessel, they were on the floor, though sitting. Somehow he’d slumped down still leaning back against the…door. It was definitely a door. Only he wasn’t leaning so much against the door but against Draco, who had slid himself a little more to the side to be able to hold him and also lean back against the wall.

Damn it.

Michael tucked himself into his vessel, focusing on his breathing. Only his vessel felt a little different than usual, his limbs shaky. It wasn’t quite like how he had felt after what had happened with Gabriel, but the trembling wouldn’t quite stop.

Of course, his own Grace was still buzzing with warmth and that wasn’t going to go away anytime soon either.

“Not so bad, was it?” Draco sounded a little breathless, a little tired, but definitely pleased with himself. He ran a hand over Michael’s shoulder.

Michael shifted, dislodging Draco’s arms and straightening, rubbing hands over his face. “Are you…okay?”

Draco squeezed Michael’s shoulder, leaning in. “I’m perfectly fine.”

“Good.” Michael exhaled in relief, scrubbing over his eyes, focusing on that feeling and not on the buzzing warmth of his Grace or Draco next to him.

“We didn’t even break anything this time,” Draco said, pleased.

Michael groaned into his hands, embarrassment surging through him. Like a newly Created angel. He had no fucking control.

Draco reached out to him, taking one of his hands and gently pulling it down, squeezing it. “Was that really so bad?”

Michael rubbed over his eyes, pressing his thumb to the skin between his eyebrows, focusing on the pressure. “…No,” he eventually admitted. It had been the opposite of bad, except for how he’d lost all sense of everything except for Draco.

“It’s not just for me,” Draco said, and a kiss was pressed to Michael’s temple. “This…what we have…I told you I’m not going to be an obligation.”

Michael shook his head. “You’re not.”

“Then stop focusing so much on what you think I want, because all I want is you. Michael, not Wayne.”

Michael dropped his hand, staring up at the stone ceiling. It offered no answers. He didn’t understand why Draco had wanted this – him. He never had.

Something like sadness seeped into him from Draco. Michael’s eyes snapped to him. “Draco…”

“If you say you’re fine, I’m going to sit on you,” Draco said mildly, “and we’re not going to go anywhere until you accept this.”

Michael huffed, amused despite himself. He smiled. “That’s quite a threat.”

“Oh, it is, since if you decide to leave, I’m going to be upset.”

“I’m not going to leave.”

“Good.” Draco let go of his hand, reaching up to touch his cheek and turn it more towards him so he could kiss him gently. The love was softer than before, a gentle warmth against Michael, and his breathing shuddered.

Draco kissed him again, then pulled back. “You probably can already feel it, but I think you probably need to hear it, too. I love you.”

Michael didn’t look away from him, the embarrassment largely subsiding for something warmer and softer. He didn’t understand why, didn’t want to ask Draco why either, but…he did know that now. He could feel it and couldn’t ignore it.

He ran the fingers of his free hand over Draco’s fringe, brushing it over his forehead. He breathed in, then out, then smiled at him. This time, when he gently and carefully pushed that love into Draco, it was entirely controlled. “I love you, too.”

#first born #my writing #bonus scene #the last archangel #seventh year: a finale #draco malfoy #michael

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kinglazrus · 9 months

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Beep boop hello to you! Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💚

I adore whoever made this ask game. Thank you for sending me one, Lexx! This was so hard to choose, so these aren't in any particular order.

The Moment It Breaks

Description: After months of lies and secrets, it finally happens. His identity is revealed in the worst of ways—in the middle of a ghost fight. Now everyone knows that Tucker Foley is the Tech Hunter

Reason: I made this AU for the Danny Phantom au zine, Reality Trip, and I have had so much fun playing with it. It started as a throwaway wondering "what if Vlad approached Tucker instead of Valerie?" and grew into something huge. I've always adored no one knows aus, and this one takes it a step further. I'll be posting the fic to Ao3 soon, and I've got big plans for the rest of this AU.

The Haunting of Danny Fenton

Description: Valerie knows Danny Fenton, everybody does. Youngest of the family, son and heir, future owner of Fenton Works. Notable for all those reasons and infamous for none of them. Where Maddie and Jack are the local quirks, Danny is the tragedy. And, for the next week, he's the Red Huntress' newest client.

Reason: I adore writing Valerie's point of view. She's my favourite character, so it's a bit criminal that I don't have more fics focused on her. I've also used some different narrative techniques in this fic playing with perspective, which has been a lot of fun.

The Punishment Fits the Crime

Description: Ghosts are naturally drawn to death. Danny, however, finds himself drawn to those who have wrongfully died. He always said he would never hurt someone who doesn't deserve it. It's not his fault that he keeps finding people who do. Or: Danny is a vengeful spirit.

Reason: My darkest fic, tonally. I got the idea to turn Danny into a vengeful spirit and immediately decided to push it as far as I could. There's only a couple of chapters up right now, but the tags tell you all you need to know about the direction this fic is going.

The In-Laws

Description: Harriet and her son, Kwan, meet each other's boyfriends through a family dinner. Hopefully, Vlad Masters and Danny Fenton can get along for one meal.

Reason: Because it's fun! This is a very light-hearted, humorous fic, and I had a great time with it. I like to write all kinds of pairings, and this was a great way to explore two I hadn't yet: Vlad and Harriet, and Danny and Kwan. Bad News shippers come get your juice.

Blossoms On Her Tongue

Description: Years after Undergrowth’s attack, Sam’s ghost powers from that day are slowly returning. Sam is excited at first, both at the chance to grow closer with Danny, and the opportunity to use her own powers for good. But things aren’t as great as they seem. After all, plants don't mix well with the cold.

Reason: I can't actually say because that would be a spoiler! But there's a specific dynamic I wanted to explore for the trio and this fic was what came out of it. I've got three parts planned for this series, each one focused on a different member of the trio.

Honourable mentions that I almost picked for this:

The Survivalists (of course)

Prince Before King. Genius Before Fool.

Not Your Danny

Deep Wounds

Dead Man Walking

Until Death Do We Part

#the king answers #lexosaurus #there are more honourable mentions than fics I was allowed to pick #almost tossed one of my YJ fics in there but my blog is just all danny phantom stuff so I resisted

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vylad243 · 1 month

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Honestly with the way the Goethals act in general it could be safe to say most of them go down the line of “Anyone I perceive as lower than me I treat like shit” with a few accepting members like Stolas

But speaking of Stolas, if you feel more comfortable going off of what is canon, then maybe the idea could spin off of him? We know him to be respectful and to have enough pull to get meetings with a Sin so it wouldn’t be too far off to say Ozzy asked Stolas to check out the hotel to sponsor it. Maybe during introductions he only bows to Lucifer, the Sins, and Vox and everyone is confused?

Just spitballing with the other anons idea! Whatever you go with will be amazing regardless!

Also just a small question cause I’m curious of what you have planned but how many prompts are you planning on writing/is in your Que? I have like a shit ton of prompts in my inbox and need filtering advice if you’re willing 😭

I am the goddess of fucking around and finding out

I don't mind canon or going off canon. My Alastor and Vox are very ooc after all, but I know the fandom tends to hold Helluva Boss in a higher standard. I never really liked it that much. I've watched it- but I'm Striker. Why does everything gotta be a sex thing? The two season finales were my favourite of Helluva Boss, which ironically included little to no Stolas

I could definitely see Stella and her brother treating the sinners and overlords are faith on their shoes while Stolas and Octavia hold the sins and Vox in higher regard

Ozzie would definitely be pulling the strings to get Stolas to visit the Hazbin Hotel if I go that route.

I like working off of your guy's ideas. It's very fun and helps me world build 🙏

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Ahahaha my ask box is also full of different prompts. I have omega-verse, the Vee's joining the battle, and injured Alastor are three I can name off the top of my head (because I'm writing them right now) but I think I have like 10 or 11 in there. One is also a beauty and the beast ay which I'm mulling over

As for how I filter them out- prompts are things I want to be able to enjoy writing. Some of my prompts have been quite large- and while I don't mind the large ones, it gives me a lot less freedom with them because I feel like I have to rewrite a whole story that was just in the my box. I never deleted any, though. I just put them in their in tag just in case I feel like writing them later- but ones I am writing right now/want to write sit in my box so I can shuffle through them. It keeps it organized

I haven't encountered any rude people yet- so I haven't had to reject anyone for demanding things from me (which like I'm always ready for a debate on the internet, I find them funny) and with how nice everyone is, I usually feel bad for denying them. It's way I take so long to deny people. I want to make sure this is actually something I don't plan on writing in the near future

My way to filter out prompts is

- I need creative freedom to write so I don't feel miserable writing. This is one of the main ones. My brain is very hectic and I find myself tapping out if I can't bring my own ideas to the table. It's also why none of my works are exactly like the prompts im given

- I have enough context to write a fic on it

- I would actually enjoy writing it

- it's a world/au I'm aware of or contributed to. Nothing is worse than being handed a fully built universe and being asked to write for it with little to no explanation on how the universe works

- the people are nice to me.

- I know I make a few jokes here and there, but I like to keep in mind that I'm making free work for people. I'm not being paid to do this, and people aren't paying me to write out the prompts. I love writing fanfiction and it's a great hobby, but if you're genuinely just not interested in doing something- you don't have too. Writing it meant to be fun and inspiration is a fickle thing. You don't want to push it too hard or it's going to shove back. I've learnt that the hard way

- bonus way to do it- sometimes people leave comments, and I find them funny, and I get creative with them. I censored a whole chapter of month in rut because someone told me to let the characters swear. I'm also a very petty person

This is just personal, but I keep my prompts 1k-3.5k words just so it's decently sized, but not overly large

Hope this helps!

#hazbin hotel #anonymous #vox hazbin hotel #a month in rut #ars goetia #helluva boss

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etirabys · 1 year

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Contents of current writing strategy doc. I come up with something like this about every other year (although I think this is one of the best instances so far) and put <25% chance this goes anywhere, but we must imagine Sisyphus enjoying nanowrimo

Exercises I can do at any time

(30m) Plot one novel badly. Use a random name generator, get 10 characters, and describe their relationships and twistiness across like 100K words' worth of conflict

(30m) Improve a previous plot.

(2h) Go through a novel you rated 5/5 and write what's happening in scene increments. Focus on diffs – treat a scene as a git commit. What's pre and post?

(10m) Look at some "banter/diction that is outside of my range" (from bookmarks, etc) and regurgitate it.

(30m) Do a settings or material dive for 20m and use that to write several hundred words of description of a setting, food table, costume, or something.

(20m) Create future prompts for a settings dive, or collect banter/diction from bookmarks.

Principles I'm relatively sure of

A. Your WIP has to be the most interesting possible WIP you can think of. Otherwise you, a flighty and impulsive person, will be (too) drawn to other things. It's not just "is the overall idea interesting" but "will the scenes that comprise this interest me".

B. You have to notice and tag useful material.

You do need to dump little thoughts (if they are good) consistently into a fragments file that is *well organized*.

When there's a scene you really admire in others, you have to notice and analyze how it was set up.

C. In general you need a more organized directory of "pointers to other people's scenes that I thought were great", reference material, worldbuilding ideas, philosophical issues I want to drive the material conflicts, microsnippets, random observations on writing

D. You need a tight feedback loop. Unfortunately you crave approval, so the writing exercises you do have to be in shareable form.

E. I think you should not start out with high level character sketches. You're bad at translating them into specifics. Instead, start with specifics, let them organically grow, and then reconstruct who they are.

F. You have to continually reenchant your current work. This is the hardest challenge, probably, and I think some ideas are

Zoom way into the current scene that you're stuck on. Can it EVER work? If not, delete it entirely. If yes, what does it need? Put it in. Don't worry about how it affects the plot – the plot can be rearranged. Your enthusiasm is the bottleneck.

More speculative principles

Use Beeminder, it's the best tool you know of to remember your goals and keep on track

...but also, don't force yourself to write, it's toxic to motivation. I'm not sure how to reconcile this and the above. I think the most toxic thing is "forcing myself to work on my WIP" (this kills the WIP – I think?) but it's pretty harmless to work on writing exercises that aren't connect to my WIP

Have to be lazier about plot holes and inconsistencies. Fixing them is expensive and decreases momentum. It is best to buy back goodwill from the reader by being good at what they came here for, which is sad murderous catgirls

#rambl #infinite monkey #next section is 'implementation / schedule / accountability' which is going to be a mess. i'll probably design some flexible reward system?

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the-lady-amphitrite · 10 months

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— A FAIRYTALE BEGINNING | chapter 8

halcyonic mirage

pairing: Loki / f!half-Asgardian!Reader word count: 4,436 summary: there is far more to the soulmate spell than your family has ever told you in this chapter: the rest of the conflagration finally appears on page, more series lore, brief/non-descriptive discussion of blood magic and curses, Odin appearing briefly on page in the beginning, this chapter earns more points for the "idiots in love" tag, and so much hand-holding author notes: hi! hello! how are all of my readers? no this fic is not dead, nor am i. it's just been slowly roasting in the oven the last several months. i finished the first drafts of ch9 to ch22 back in November as part of NaNoWriMo, and have been slowly working my way through editing, rewriting, and finishing the rest of the fic since December. i picked up working on a few other wips along the way too, hence the long silence. my bad. the good news: a few chapters are basically ready to go! i just have to finish working on some stuff with edits and rewrites for this, but for the most part a lot of this fic is written now.

( previous chapter | read on ao3 | series masterlist )

The feast is loud. Cheers, jeers, and the sounds of tankards being tossed to the floor ring across the entire Great Hall as Álfablót truly gets underway this evening.

You’re at a long table with friends and friendly faces, not far from where (hours ago now) the royal family sat to welcome the emissaries from Álfheimr. Now you’re sitting on top of the table, legs tossed over Loki’s lap as she traces shapeless lines on the palm of your hand she holds. You switch between jesting with the others in this mixed company, joking and telling tales with a few of your friends, and speaking quietly with only Loki.

As loud and exuberant as your friends are, and as boastful of their past and future deeds as Baldr and his friends are, you love this. You’re drunk on the bright atmosphere of celebration as you lay your head on Loki’s shoulder, and she continues to trace senseless patterns on your palm while the table laughs.

Somewhere out in the hall, your conflagration wanders and mingles with others. With Álfheimr’s emissaries, with visitors and ambassadors from various other realms, and with Æsir from all across this realm. The most glaring absence for visitors or ambassadors is the lack of Drekasál from Eldgard, Gymirsgard, or any other realm. There are only twelve dragons on Asgard, just as there’s been for as long as you can remember.

Near the head of the room, where the royal family sat, your father and uncle stand with the All-Father and the ambassador of Lakonía, one of the distant realms of Yggdrasil allied with Asgard. You have no idea what the four of them are discussing, nor do you care all that much. It’s likely politics or warfare related, knowing your father. You would rather focus on the revelry around you. On this celebration of Asgard’s peace treaty and alliance with Álfheimr.

That is, until you hear it.

There’s a sudden low hush that washes across the room in a quick wave. All the sounds of the feast suddenly drop in pitch. You hear the sudden drop-off of the skalds music, and that’s when your table finally turns its attention to the rest of the hall.

She strides through the hall without even a glance at those she passes. Like a goddess on a warpath. Dark in colour, the brightest points on her are the shining beads adorning her half-dozen braids and the bits of shining metal over dark leather. All eyes in the hall are on the stranger as she aims straight for the All-Father.

All three royal children rise slowly, Loki’s boots thudding softly on the bench seat as she drops your hand. The rest of your table tenses, readying for whatever signal they might give next. Your eyes flick quickly from Loki back to the woman, watching for whatever action your best friend chooses to take.

And then the stranger breaks free from the crowds, allowing you your first genuine look at her.

You notice the braids adorned in beads and the flashes of silver metal that protect her as she passes through the crowd. The combination isn’t remarkable. Most of the people here wear something similar, but then you spot the insignia emblazoned across her breastplate.

A down-pointed sword with the silhouette of two dragon-form Drekasál wrapped around the blade. An insignia that declares her to be a full-fledged himingarpr.

It says to you — and to others who know what it means for a Drekasál to become a himingarpr — this drekakona has a deep sense of loyalty to the Burning Crown, that she upholds the will of the Voiceless One, and that she has the desire to protect the lives of other Drekasál.

She is a dragon you can trust without reservation, just as you trust the himingarpar in your conflagration.

Even knowing what the insignia means, the sight of a new dragon in Asgard this evening shocks you. You can’t help but to reach out with your dragon-sense, checking what you’re already so sure of. Even from across the hall, you can feel that faint impression of her dragon. That distinct, irreplicable feeling you feel from every Drekasál in your conflagration. In your family.

Seeing the insignia and feeling her dragon, you relax. You take Loki’s hand, tugging lightly to catch her attention. When she looks down, you say loud enough that your entire table can hear, “She’s a himingarpr. She has the insignia, and I can tell from here she’s a Drekasál.”

At your words, the entire table relaxes, though they’re all still wary. It makes sense they are. For you, the drekakona’s arrival is little more than a curiosity; for them, she’s an unknown, even if she’s not a threat. She’s likely a last-minute ambassador from Eldgard, though you have no idea who she is. Asgard hasn’t seen a visiting Drekasál since the war between Asgard and Jǫtunheimr, so the arrival of an Eldgardian ambassador this year is a surprise.

When the drekakona stops several feet shy of the All-Father, he turns his lone eye on her, his horn of ale raised as if he was about to take a drink. Placing her left fist over her heart and lowering her head, she speaks loudly and clearly enough for her voice to be carried across the Great Hall.

“Hávi, it is an honour to stand before you. I am Helga, daughter of Tryggvi, who is the son of Thýri. I come to your realm this evening to continue my search for my soulmate. With your leave, I would like to begin my search in this hall before searching the city and then the rest of your realm in my quest to find them.”

Curiosity and excitement spark through you at her words. She’s not an ambassador, but (in your opinion) the truth of why she’s here is far more exciting.

Helga Tryggvadóttir has come to Asgard on her Soul Quest, a quest all Drekasál go upon to find their soulmate once they’ve come of age. It could take hours, or it could take centuries. Some might even put the quest on pause for other events in their life, but no dragon truly stops searching until they’ve found their soulmate.

Lady Tryggvadóttir looks up, dropping her hand back to her side. Her words were blunt, carrying all the grace of a dragon on the hunt. You wonder if you will be like that in a decade, when you are wandering Yggdrasil in search of your soulmate.

The silence that grabbed hold of the hall continues to ring through the air, and it feels as if it grows heavier the longer it goes on. You can’t remember a time when any feast has ever been this quiet for quite this long. A few seconds when something interesting catches the attention of the entire hall, but never longer than that.

You hear a goblet being dropped deep from the other side of the Great Hall. Then, finally, the All-Father dips his head at the drekakona and holds his hand out to her.

“Welcome to Asgard, Lady Tryggvadóttir. May your search in my realm be a short but fruitful one,” he says. Lady Tryggvadóttir places her hand in the old god’s, allowing him to give it a partial lift before the touch is broken. When he introduces her to your father, your uncle, and then to the Lakonían ambassador, you know that he’s not the soulmate she’s seeking. Such an occurrence would be subject to far more fanfare, especially considering who he is.

A quick touch of palms quickly establishes that neither your father nor the Lakonían ambassador is her soulmate, and after a few brief minutes of conversation, she excuses herself and slips back into the crowds to continue her search. The sounds of the feast had picked up after the initial introduction, but the volume level rises farther now that she’s slipped away from the spotlight.

Loki sits back down, her hand tucked between yours once more as the conversation at your table picks back up. You find yourself distracted, unable to keep your attention on the conversations around you. Your gaze keeps floating back out to the hall, continuously searching for glimpses of the drekakona as she weaves her way around groups. You watch as, time and again, Lady Tryggvadóttir stops to introduce herself and speak to various beings. She never lingers for more than a few minutes once she’s sure none of them is the soulmate she is seeking.

It fascinates you how so many watch her, even after she excuses herself from their presence. You wish she would drift closer to your table, so you might meet her, but you watch how steadfastly she moves in the opposite direction. She’d locked eyes with you just minutes ago, and you’d straightened up, hoping she would come over so you might meet her. Instead, she had excused herself from the noblewoman she spoke with to move away from your table.

Some part of you wonders if she’s avoiding you, though you can’t fathom why she might. You only want to meet her, to learn about her.

Lady Tryggvadóttir fascinates you in a way no other Drekasál has before. Daughter to a dragon you don’t know the name of, a himingarpr of no renown, and seemingly with no other purpose in visiting the Realm Eternal than to seek out her soulmate. The combination is what fascinates you about her. If she had come from a dragon of great renown or had made a name for herself, you would be far less interested in her. Yet here she is, an unknown dragon wandering the hall and conversing with so many who already have made a name for themselves.

In truth, it’s not her lack of prestige that fascinates you, but why she is here. She’s looking for her soulmate. Most of the Drekasál on Asgard don’t have a soulmate, but none of them ever leave to search for theirs either. They won’t tell you why, and you’d hoped maybe this new dragon would maybe be able to answer you since your conflagration refuses to.

Perhaps after tonight’s feast, you’ll be able to track her down and speak with her before she leaves the city. You have so many other questions for her as well. Your conflagration has lived in Asgard for so long now. What are the other realms like now compared to what your conflagration remembers?

Eventually, you lose sight of her as she wanders farther and farther from your table. You let yourself get lost in the conversations, trying not to dwell on the visiting drekakona. At least, not for the evening. You’ll enlist whoever you can to help find her tomorrow.

You’re finishing off another goblet of the sweet berry juice you’re so fond of when Loki tugs your hand to get your attention. When you look away from Gauti, and one of the young Einherjar trainees you’ve forgotten the name of, she’s looking at you with wide, gentle eyes, and a soft smile.

“Come dance with me?” Loki asks, tilting her head towards where other feast-goers have started line dancing.

The music has changed from general revelry to songs for dancing. Now that you’re paying attention to the melody, you can feel the urge to clap and dance with those already dancing. And yet, when Loki stands up and holds a hand out to you, you hesitate, goblet at your lips as you stare at her.

That half-second hesitation seems to be a bit much for Thor.

"Go dance with my sister, Firefly!" Thor says, gently — but with plenty of force — pushing against your back. That large, exuberant smile he's known for is on his face, encouraging you on. Gauti and the Einherjar trainees are quick to encourage you to leave and dance with Loki too. You can feel warmth blazing across your face, surprised at the sudden insistence from everyone that you dance with your best friend.

At the other end of the table, Baldr lifts his goblet into the air.

"Here here! Go dance, little dragon! Show my sister what a great dancer you are!" Baldr cheers. Baldr’s friends are quick to joining the cheer.

You laugh, a bit nervous from suddenly having the entire table cheering you on. Still, after a few more moments you place your hand in Loki's and stand from your seat atop the table. A roar of cheers from the table go up, and several tankards and goblets are tossed to the floor. You can't help but smile a bit sheepishly as Loki helps you down.

Your goblet clatters onto the table as Loki pulls you away from it, leading you towards the group of people dancing.

The line dance is one you both know well, so it’s easy for both of you to slip in at the end and join them. With every turn, every clap, every jump, it seems like the world grows brighter. Loki’s face is lit up with a wide grin as the two of you mirror the other dancers. Her joy is contagious as she takes your hands, twirling you around her as she leads the both of you through the steps. So much so that it envelopes your heart, making the room shine ever brighter. Soon enough, you’re laughing too as she spins you away from her, hopping into the air as you twirl around before returning to her side.

In perfect harmony with Loki and the other dancers, you step, twirl, and clap in time to the music. The more the tempo picks up, the more it all blends together. The movements, the sights, the sounds. It’s a moment of freedom, of sheer joy as you dance with Loki, never wanting to look away or let your hands leave hers even when they have to.

There is a sudden jump in noise from the crowd, one that you don’t pay attention to. You’ve been to enough of these feasts that you’ve learnt something will always cause a scandal, and you’d rather enjoy this dance than pay attention to whatever the cause of gossip is tonight. You’ll hear about it tomorrow, you always do.

It’s only when the music slows — and then stops mid-dance — that you take a moment to listen, and realise what everyone is talking about.

Lady Tryggvadóttir has found her soulmate.

Her soulmate is Lord Ivarr, Lady Katla’s heartmate.

You dart off into the crowd without waiting to hear more, pushing your way past and dashing between groups to where you know the conflagration usually gathers during these events. A flurry of words dances in and out of your ears from every group you pass, none of them sticking long enough for you to understand what’s being said. When you finally reach where their table is, you stop.

Lady Katla is sitting alone, looking lost in thought as she stares towards the far doors that lead out of the hall. While Lord Tórbjǫrn stands only a few feet away, he’s speaking with Lady Ásta, though his eyes keep darting back to his sister as he does. Lord Hákon is sitting on the table, much as you were earlier, while your mother, uncle, and Lady Brynja form a half-circle around him. Lord Félagi is nowhere to be seen (though this doesn’t surprise you too much, considering what you know about the drekamaðr). Lord Ivarr and Lady Tryggvadóttir are also absent, which both confuses and surprises you.

Gauti comes from your right, moving right past you and heading towards his mother, Lady Ásta. Loki appears on your left, stopping beside you.

“Where are they?” She asks in a whisper. Like you, she’s looking around, trying to see if she can spot the newly bonded pair.

You can’t help but wonder if you would care as much about who Lady Tryggvadóttir bonded to if it hadn’t been Lord Ivarr. If her soulmate wasn't a beloved part of your family.

“I don’t know. They weren’t here.”

You take Loki’s hand, the two of you closing in the half-circle around Lord Hákon. The four dragons look at Loki, assessing her in a way that (for reasons you can’t put a name to, but that you can feel) annoys you. You glare at them, though Lord Hákon lets out a brief chuckle at your glare.

“Suppose you’re wondering where they are, little dragon?” Lord Hákon asks with a smile.

“We heard, well, everyone talking about it,” you tell him, glare disappearing. You’re wondering if you misunderstood their looks at Loki because of the drekamaðr’s rather relaxed attitude when he speaks.

“Firefly wanted to meet Lady Tryggvadóttir, so we came over to see her now that she’s bonded to Lord Gunnarsson. Where have they gone?” Loki’s voice is firm, with not an ounce of give in her words as she looks around. You can’t help but look at her with a bit of awe at how she stares four dragons down with steel in her spine. Even Thor and Baldr give a little when the conflagration turns their eyes to them, but Loki doesn’t seem bothered at all by having so many dragons staring at her.

“Gone, for the evening at the least,” Lord Hákon tells her with a shrug of his shoulder. “We won’t see them until they’re ready. Could be tomorrow. Could be a week from tonight. All up to them.”

You turn to your mother and uncle, the question on the tip of your tongue. Your mother answers it before you’ve even said a word.

“Newly bonded pairs spend time alone until they’re both ready to be seen together again. This is normal, little starlight.”

“How long was it before you and Uncle Sveinn were seen again?”

“Three and a half days. That’s close to average. Part of the time is spent learning about each other, especially if you don’t know each other before the bond shows itself.” She places a gentle hand on your cheek, smiling at you. “You’ll see, some day.”

You frown, disappointed that you won’t see either dragon for several days at least. Still, if no one else is concerned…

Your eyes look past the other dragons, to Lady Katla. She’s still sitting there, alone and looking almost like she’s longing to be anywhere else but this hall. Is she concerned? Is she worried about Lord Ivarr? He’s one of her heartmates after all; you can’t imagine Lady Katla not being worried for him with all that Lord Ivarr means to her.

Letting go of Loki’s hand, you walk away from the others to where Lady Katla sits. When you stop next to her, she looks up at you, blinking almost like she’s in a mild daze. Something inside you softens, saddens. You sit down next to her, neither of you speaking for several long moments.

“You just looked lonely,” you tell her, softly enough so only she can hear you. “I thought you might want a friend.”

Her eyes widen, and she blinks a few times before she gives a slight smile.

“You are an odd drekabarn, little firefly.”

You can’t help the smile you give her as you say, “I know, Lady Katla.”

“Katla,” she says as she looks away once more. “Just Katla.”

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“… and that is how the High Lady Auðhild discovered that, in certain cases, blood magic can be used to craft a tracking spell,” Frigga concludes, shutting the tome in her lap. “Are there any questions?”

You look up from your holotablet, where you’ve been taking notes and doodling along the way. You’re relaxed against a few of the myriad of pillows decorating the almost black-looking divan. There’s a thick chill in the air on this early winter morning, even with the warming spell that Frigga has placed on the room for the duration of winter. The cold makes itself at home in the room as the three of you finish up your last blood magic lesson. A large, warm blanket lays across your lap, stretched across the length of the divan to cover Loki as well. Loki’s legs are intertwined with yours at an angle, their weight warm and comforting.

You shake your head, shutting off the screen of your holotablet as you lay it in your lap. The lesson itself had been rather straightforward in how limited tracking spells with blood magic are, even if they’re the most accurate of any tracking spell branch. Item-essence tracking spells (tracking spells used on items owned by a person long enough that they’ve left an imprint on the item) are far more common for a reason, despite having a lower location accuracy and less reliability.

“I have a question,” Loki says, leaning forward and tossing her holotablet next to her legs. When Frigga looks over at her daughter, Loki says, “The Drekasál call it a soulmate spell, but that doesn't quite make sense when looking at it as a whole. So I wondered, is it actually a blood curse?”

You whip your head to your left to look at your friend, eyes widening at her question. A blood curse? Does Loki truly think that the soulmate spell might be a blood curse? On an entire species?

You can barely comprehend how many components a spell like that would need. You only know a fraction of what comes with the soulmate spell. The bits and pieces that you’ve seen or been told about. There are parts that you don’t know anything about, parts that you barely know anything about from the others who have brushed over them when speaking of their bond. The recent bonding of Lord Ivarr and Lady Tryggvadóttir has reminded you of how much you still have to learn before you come of age.

The true breadth and complexity that the soulmate spell might encapsulate begins to overwhelm you as you remember all that you know of it already. You feel a little light-headed the more you think about it.

Frigga is quiet as she rubs her thumb against the palm of her other hand. You know that gesture well. It’s a nervous, anxious gesture Frigga makes sometimes, one that Loki has picked up from her mother. Frigga is collecting the words necessary to answer Loki’s question. The sight of the gesture makes you uneasy because it means that Loki is on the right track. Loki has put together pieces you hadn’t thought of, hadn’t even seen until she pointed it out.

“The true origin of the soulmate spell is as shrouded today as it was the day it was cast. Both of you know this. Even I am in the dark about its truth,” Frigga confesses. You know that she has some capacity for clairvoyance, but it also doesn’t surprise you that the seiðkona doesn’t know the spell’s origin.

Whoever cast the spell, they cast it long before Frigga was born. The spell was studied intensely in the first decades after it was cast, and then practically discarded after a few centuries passed with no genuine answer as to its cause. Even with her ability, Frigga wouldn’t have been able to see who had cast it or why.

Frigga tilts her head, folding her hands in her lap as she casts her eyes towards her garden. “From what I know about the spell, it’s known that blood magic was a component of the larger spell that was cast. Whether that component was a blood curse or a blood spell is harder to determine.”

“What do you know about it?” you ask. “About its origin and how it works?”

“I know a little more about the spell’s origin than our scholars and archivists, and only because I understand seiðr and magic in a way most do not,” Frigga begins. She gets more comfortable on her divan by tucking her feet in and readjusting her blanket. It’s a signal to both of you that she expects this to be a longer discussion, and to get more comfortable if you’re not already.

You sit up, tucking your legs close so that they face away from Loki. You tuck the blanket around your shoulders, laying your hands across your lap beneath the blanket to keep them warm. Loki stretches her legs over the divan’s edge, legs tangled up in the blanket while she leans against you. Once the three of you are situated and comfortable, Frigga continues speaking.

“I’ve taught you that mixing the different branches of magic can be difficult, if not dangerous. Few branches mix well with others,” she says. Her words are measured and careful, emphasising a lesson that she’s repeated time and again over your training. Never mix magic branches unless you know they’re compatible, or risk the high probability of weaving together a hazardous spell. “We don’t know the origin of the spell, and we only have guesses on many of the components used to cast such a massive spell. But anyone well-trained in seiðr and magic can tell you this: the spell was cast combining blood magic and soul magic.”

An uneasy, almost fearful feeling skitters down your spine, raising the hairs on your neck and leaving goosebumps down your arms.

Blood and soul. Two branches of magic that mesh so well but whose mixtures can result in the most horrific of outcomes if done wrong. Your mind begs you to wonder if what happened to your people was an accident, or if it was the desired outcome. Both are possibilities, and both are equally chilling.

“Only Drekasál were affected by the spell. No other group was. Like they were the only ones the caster targeted,” Loki says softly. You can practically see her mind running the combinations and probabilities as she tries to shred apart the facts in her mind in search of the truth. “It affected all of them. Young and old, born and unborn, full-blooded dragon or not. Every Drekasál in Yggdrasil and beyond was affected. Even now, everyone with Drekasál blood is cursed.”

Cursed.

Before today, you’d never heard the word be applied to the spell that leaves your world in monochrome. It fits perfectly, though, for it to be called a curse instead of a spell. To be cursed is to be afflicted by something; monochromacy afflicts all Drekasál until they’ve reached maturity and touched the skin of their soulmate.

Your view of the universe shifts ever so slightly as you realise this. Even this slight shift is nothing short of violent and jarring. Your people — you yourself — were not simply bespelled accidentally by some ancient magic that was cast.

All of you were cursed.

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