#it’s the fact i don’t have blue eyes and the fact my veins are green that makes me think i’m an autumn of some sort

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Is it just me who cannot figure out their colour season

[starhvney]

can you do an angsty laurance mcd (romantically) where reader has been waiting for his return and they reunite after he was stuck in the neither?

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mcd laurance x fem!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: he can’t stay with you as long as the war underground calls to him. to stay with you he has to leave, not returning until three years later. 

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: angst, lots of resent and crying, but then hurt/comfort, malachi is reader’s adopted son with laurance cause i said so

𝐂𝐖: none?

𝐀/𝐍: omg the past two weeks have been so busy i actually thought i might have gone insane if i didn’t have this day off to write this. but i'm back from the dead(work) anyways this prompt has actually been in my mind a lot so thank you for the request! hope it hurts

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

“please come back with me. you don’t have to do this.”

your chest hurt. whether it was from the man in front of you or the unbearable heat, you weren’t sure, but you found yourself choking on the air, lungs constricting and heart rushing cold blood uncomfortably fast through your veins. 

you could tell he was angry that you came here. not at you. no, never at you. but the fact you came alone and risked your safety for him again had him nearly spiraling, his jaw clenched and hands gripping uncomfortably tight against your arms.

it was still him, you reminded yourself, as you pleadingly looked up to the pools of blood red that pierced through you. it was an unsettling shade, the color startling against his face yet somehow dull and dark at the same time. it was so different from the steel blue before it, and the beautiful green before that. 

yes, you’d seen him in many different ways, and though he was naturally taller, and the air around him sent an anxious wave down your spine, it was still him.

the same olive skin and caramel hair, though a duller shade.

the same shape of his face.

the same determination in his eyes. 

the same urge to protect you, no matter how much this new form of his ached to do the opposite. 

“i told you not to follow me. you shouldn’t be here—”

“i couldn’t just let you leave!”

he sucks in a breath, your name leaving his lips with a sense of urgency and irritation.

“…i can’t go with you. you know i can’t.” his voice is tight, eyebrows furrowing at the sight of your eyes glossing over. “it would be selfish. i put you at risk just by being next to you.”

you start to shake your head, but swallow down your next words at the way he says your name again, desperate for you to understand. 

“he’s in my head when you’re near me. i can’t keep you safe when it’s just us, because it isn’t just us. that calling clouds my mind and—he almost got to me, and you know it. i almost killed you.”

you’re silenced by this, knowing he was right. the horror on his face when he realized his blade was raised against you had set forward the timeline that got him here. he’d forever feel chained to this place unless he broke the chains himself.

“if i ever want to have a future with you, i have to do this. don’t you understand? until this war is over you have to stay away.”

“no…” you shake your head, tears beginning to spill from your lashes.

it was out of your control. the salty crystalline that slipped down your face. it was the same as the man in front of you, each second left with him like trying to hold water in your hands, continuing to slip through your fingers no matter how tightly you tried to grasp it. 

his eyes close, face pained, looking like someone was about to end his second life right there where he stood. 

“i love you. i always will. you have to know i’m doing this for you.”

he dips down, lips crashing into yours with a desperation that you couldn’t put into words. it’s not enough, too short-lived as his hands suddenly grip your waist, manhandling you up as he carries you to the portal.

“no, no! laurance, put me down! you have to come with me!” tears have turned into hysteria, your fists pushing and beating against him to no avail.

“i’m doing this for you.” his voice wavers shakily, contradicting his firm hold and long strides. “i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m hurting you again and i’m so sorry.”

“stop! i won’t go through that portal unless i know you’re coming with me.”

your name leaves his lips once more, pleading and desperate for you to understand. “i’ll return to you. i swear i will.”

his arms tighten around you, face shifting to rest in the crook of your neck and lips pressing against the skin for just a moment. you think he could’ve changed his mind, but the next second your feet are back on the ground, and his hands are gently pushing you through the portal in your disorientation.

you stumble through, cool air meeting your back as the nether fades from your vision and is replaced by the overworld. your feet trip over the other as you try to catch your step, falling back and turning to look back at the portal through your hazy vision. before you can scramble back the purple mist solidifies, shattering and collapsing to the floor into crystallized pieces.

you started in shock for who knows how long, curled on the stone beneath you as sobs wracked your whole body.

you don’t remember the trip back to phoenix drop after that. you only recall the horrid feeling that your heart had just been torn from your body, left behind in the fiery hell it’s owner had condemned himself to. 

that emptiness never evaded you either. you went through day-to-day life completing your duties as normal. but at night when you were left with your thoughts, your mind wandered to him. the space in your bed felt bitterly cold, almost as if the emptiness was taunting you of the lack of his presence.

the boy the two of you had taken in as your own all that time ago was extra sweet on you, despite all the time you had missed with him. when you returned that night he had looked at you expectantly, only for his green eyes to fade in hope as he saw your puffy eyes and grieved expression.

soon a whole year had passed. then another. then another. it was what you had presumed to be another ordinary day, as you prepared a lunch for you and malachi to share on his break. you recognize his footsteps, but when you turn to greet him you’re met with a concerned expression and heavy pants from the boy.

“he’s back.”

you hate how you immediately knew what he meant, even after all this time. how your heart swelled tightly in your chest and rushed the adrenaline into your veins. 

you can only stare blankly at the boy in the doorway, mouth open in shock and mind scrambling for some sort of reaction to give. he turns to look at something approaching him from out of sight, a protective frown forming on his face.

“mom, do you want to see him? you have to tell me now.”

a small part of you wants to say no, to resentfully send that man away for the loneliness he left you with. your head is nodding before your thoughts can resist, following the desperate tug in your chest rather than your brain screaming for the opposite.

your breath hitches when the taller man who had been haunting your mind for so long steps into view. you wonder if maybe you had fallen ill and this is all just a fever dream, but you know it’s not a hallucination or a memory as you take in his appearance. 

he looks like a man returning from war, circles under his eyes darker than they had been all those years ago. new scars are littered across the skin that you could see, and his posture was that of extreme exhaustion.

him and your son stare at each other for a moment in the doorway, a silent and sort of awkward moment that you couldn’t decipher being exchanged. malachi gives you one last wary glance, before disappearing from your sight and leaving the two of you alone.

you want to scream at him, hit him, something. but you can only focus on the lump building in your throat, choking your airways as a painful sob threatens to break out from your chest.

he takes a step forward, then another. then another. soon he’s right in front of you, not in the haze of your dreams but tangible and real. 

his hand, rough and scarred, lifts up to cup your soft cheek, fingers trembling as if you had sent a shock through them just by the contact. your name shakily leaves his lips, and you finally look up to his face.

you’re greeted with steel blue, glazed over with pain and guilt. something about them is much more hardened than when you saw him last, yet he still manages to look at you tenderly, full of a deep devotion he could never get rid of even through his years spent in hell.

his thumb brushes away the damp streaks from under your eyes, and you finally realize you had begun to cry. you had thought about this moment many times. how you’d call him a bastard for leaving you alone and kick him out to get a taste of his own medicine. or maybe you’d tell him all about the loneliness he’d put you through, watching his face drop with guilt.

instead of using any of the dialogue you had prepared in your moments of spite, you can only utter a few words, voice choked on your tears. 

“is it over?”

he nods, eyebrows furrowing together and lip curling as if your voice had caused him physical pain after years of deprivation from the sound.

you collapse forward into his arms, years of raw emotion crashing down on you all at once as you begin to sob.

“it’s over. if you let me in i’ll never leave again.” his hushed voice speaks into your hair, the deep and roughened tone vibrating through his chest. “but if you want nothing to do with me anymore you only have to say the word and i will obey.”

you can only shake your head, chest heaving as you grip the linen shirt he wore and attempt to steady yourself on your feet. there’s not much need for your efforts though, when he picks you up into a tight embrace, holding you to him as he trembles at the feeling of your body once again pressing into his. 

“i’ll never leave you again. i’m so sorry. my light in the darkness. please forgive me.”

he carries you to the nearest chair, fingers running through your hair like they were delicate strands of gold and continuing to hold you to him like you were the only thing worth any value in this life. as you continued to cry you felt tears that were not your own drip onto your skin, the shaky breaths and hitches in his chest proving you weren’t just imagining things as he too wept into the crook of your neck.

you two stay there for a long time, until the afternoon sun faded to a dim evening light, casting a warm haze into the room. it’s not until then that you feel composed, lifting yourself from where you had limply collapsed into his arms.

his hands gently hold your face, rubbing away the leftover tears and puffiness from your eyes. his own eyelids were red, eyes glossy. now that you’re looking at him you can see just how much his time away had changed him. 

his once lovely olive skin had sallowed into a paler shade, leaving him sickly looking. his cheeks were thinner, and the lack of body fat wasn’t just on his face. he remained muscular, yet he somehow looked malnourished at the same time, his scarred skin stretching over his bones and muscles in a way that didn’t look healthy.

your fingers trail along healed over cuts that hadn’t been there before, gulping down the urge to cry again. how many times did he have to patch himself up, suffering in pain while fighting to get back to you?

“hey.” he gently pinches your cheek in his hand, noticing your eyes unfocus as your mind wanders. 

you look up to him, taking in a shaky breath as you reach up to cup his jaw in your hand. immediately he leans into it, a deep sigh leaving his nose as he practically deflates at your touch.

“when did you get back…?”

he sighs, looking up at you through his lashes.

“i came here as soon as i came back through the portal… malachi was on patrol and spotted me at the gates.” his eyes grow distant. “he was… pretty angry with me. looked like he wanted to kill me as soon as i walked in the village.”

he chuckles dryly, looking at the wall behind you. “he cussed me out pretty good before leading me here. he had some good reasons for doing so, too…" he takes in a shaky breath. "i’m proud of him. i’m relieved to know he was watching over you when i wasn’t. that kid’s grown up to be a good man.”

“he is.” you agree, voice quiet in the moment, unable to come up with any words.

his hand drifts to brush your hair behind your ear, fingers trailing to brush along your jaw. “you have plenty of reasons to hate me, too.”

“he doesn’t hate you.” you quickly say. “and i don’t either.”

“i was scared you would. sure you would.”

your eyes drift from the guilty pull of his brow and the pain in his eyes, down to the slope of his nose and the curve of his mouth.

“i couldn’t.” you whisper, before leaning down and connecting your lips with his.

he wraps his arms tighter around you, breath stuttering as he returns the affection. very quickly it evolves to you being left breathless as he practically devours you, kissing you like a man who had been starved of his lover's touch for three years.

reluctantly he pulls away, gritting his teeth as he once again finds himself reigning his self control in with you. he doesn’t go too far though, his huffs of air meeting your lips as he whispers.

“it’s late. i should go.”

“go where?”

“just the inn down the road—”

“no. stay here tonight.”

he stares at you before closing his eyes, a low groan leaving his throat. “are you sure?”

“yes.” you quickly respond, hands cupping his face.

he gulps, before pulling you tightly to himself and lifting you in his arms, carrying you to your bedroom.

“okay. i’ll stay.”

©starhvney, 2024. please do not steal or repost my works as your own.

[too-much-tma-stuff]

Home for the First Time

It was early when there was a knock at the door of Wayne Manor, Bruce was still in his nightgown because even though it was nearly noon he’d been out late. He stayed back while Alfred opened the door, curious to see who it was and hoping he hadn’t forgotten he was supposed to meet with press or something today. But no, it was two children, nearly identical besides the fact one had blue eyes and the other green.

“Hello,” The blue eyed one greeted with a bright, charming smile, he had one arm out slightly, subtly shielding the green eyed boy who was hanging back a little, a serious look on his face and a stubborn set to his jaw. “My name is Danyal Al Ghul and this is my brother Damien. Perhaps Bruce remembers an ill advised dalliance with our mother Talia roughly 11 years ago? We are the result, and she says it’s time we meet our father and learn what we can from him.”

“Of course we’ll submit to a DNA test to prove our lineage,” The green eyes one, Damien, put in. Danial didn’t look at the boy as he nodded along.

Behind Alfred Bruce choked on his coffee and started to cough. Alfred was unflappable as always and simply nodded once. “I see, why don’t you two come through into the sitting room? The paternity test shouldn’t take long using our equipment, we’ll just need a bit of your hair,” Alfred said as he stood back and usured the kids in. Bruce deciding now would be a good time to disappear and compose himself before he had to meet these unexpected children.

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Danyal was nervous and excited as they sat in the drawing room, cradling mugs of tea neither of them had drunk. Damien was probably suspicious of an attempted poisoning, but Danyal was just nervous! Not that he showed it, his hands didn’t shake and an impassive little smile stayed on his face as he observed every inch of the room. That was the difference between him and Dami really, Damien had been raised the heir to the Demon Head, Danny to the Bat and Wayne industries. They had gone through the same physical training of course but they had different behaviours ingrained in them.

Damien had been taught to repress all emotion and not show it at all where as Danny had been taught how to mimic them. Hide his true emotion and show the appropriate ones. A ‘press smile’ as they say, to charm and manipulate and give just the right half answers that truly gave nothing away. He excelled in science and technology which would be perfect for running Wayne Enterprises, so it mattered less that his reading skills flagged behind Dami’s a bit, or that he had been the weaker combatant.

Had been, until he had been struck by lightening and then revived by Lazarus. It had been a disappointment, but thankfully not something he could have been faulted for, an act of god to punish their grandfather for his avoidance of death and because even the gods feared who they would become. He remembered the strike, the unimaginable pain of it, and the aftermath as he lay on the ground, his heart stuttering and thumping to hard, then not, then fluttering, then not, then nothing as he had passed out.

He did not remember being dropped in the pit, but he did remember waking up within it. It burned through his veins, seeping in to the hand that had been struck holding his weapon, racing up along the fractals of energy, collecting the currents that still had him twitching uncontrollably and curling together into a hard ball in his chest. A wash of cold spread over him from his new centre, soothing the burn of the acrid, acidic pit. It made drifting there… comfortable.

He knew it shouldn’t have been, he had seen multiple people break the surface, gasping and screaming and clawing their way to shore, but it wasn’t for him. Then again Ra’s bathed in the pool, so maybe this was alright? It made him wonder about the people who never surfaced again, did they choose to stay because this was how it felt to them too? Drifting listlessly in comfortable… What? What was this feeling. Danny had turned and dove deeper into the pit, seeking answers as he always did, even when it wasn’t wise.

He didn’t know how long he swam before he could see the edges, the pool narrowing closer and closer till he could barely make it through, and then he found an exit. It was small, a porthole into a void of stars and doors. It was unlike anything he’d seen and he realised immediately it was calling to him, that was why he had dove. It wanted him to enter, it called it was where he belonged, it terrified him. When something far to large drifted by his little vantage point he fled back towards the surface, the life he knew, and the broken family he still loved.

He was a bit surprised to find that Damien and mother were still there but grandfather had already left. That was fair really, Danny didn’t know how long he had been down there, but his brother and mother are still there. It seemed Damien was being allowed a rare moment of weakness, on his knees by the edge of the pond, staring blankly into the water with their mother crouching next to him, rubbing his back though Damien’s eyes were still dry. They were… grieving him.

He burst through the surface of the glowing pool, gasping for air he scrambled up onto the bank, coughing up the disgusting liquid clogging his lungs. His ears were ringing and his sight narrowing to a green blur, completely unaware of what was going on around him until two hands, one the size of his own, and one larger land on his body. The smaller set held back his hair while larger rubbed his back, slowly sound returned and he heard his mother’s soft cooing and Damien’s panicked breath.

He gasped for breath and looked up at the two of them, the green retreating from his vision as he blinked rapidly. “Damien? Mother?” He had gasped seeing the relief overtake both of their faces that Lazarus hadn’t stolen his mind.

It hadn’t, in fact he was just as sharp as ever and had found that since then no one could detect him when he wanted to remain unseen, no door could stop him or keep him out. He was what any assassin dreamed to be, but it had also come with new awareness since he had been overhearing things no one would usually let him hear. He had heard the conversations Grandfather had with mother going back and forth about which of them should go to their father, since it was always meant to be Danyal but now with his new abilities he was clearly chosen by Lazarus so maybe he should be the true heir.

Danny known Grandfather was manipulative for as long as he could remember, not like Damien, who still had faith in the league and their grandfather. Damien was smart, and talented, he was suspicious enough for both of their physical safety, but he had a much harder time realizing when they were being manipulated, or when they were being used. That was alright, Danny could make up for this weakness as Damien had done for his unwillingness to kill. It had taken him a while of carefully planted seeds in both Grandfather’s ear and Mother’s to bring them around to the idea of both of them going to father.

Danyal didn’t know if father would be any better, but he would probably be easier to escape from then the league and maybe with some distance he would gain the courage to point out to Damien how it was wrong.

That was how life found them both sitting on their fathers couch, Danny’s tea long since having grown cold. He surfaced from his thoughts, seeing his eyes shimmering unnatural green in the reflection within the cup, as it usually did when he thought about his death.

He blinked it away in time to look up and see Bruce entering the room, he put his smile back on and stood, Damien following suit and looking sullen. They had agreed Danny would take the lead, but Damien still didn’t like it. “You must be Bruce, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Danyal said offering his hand to shake. Bruce blinked looking a little startled and shook his hand, Danny did his bast to give a good, firm handshake, hopefully his hands were too cold. “Mother always speaks highly of you, and even Grandfather admits there’s much we can learn from you,” He said, stepping back to let Damien shake Bruce’s hand as well.

“And anyone who can impress grandfather must be half a god,” Danny joked causing Damien to hiss and elbow his side as he usually did when he though Danny was speaking out of turn. Danny made a little oof sound and then gave Bruce a conspiratorial look, pleased to see he had made the stoic man crack a smile.

“It’s good to meet both of you as well, I’m sorry I didn’t know about either of you until today. The paternity test confirmed that you are my sons, Alfred is already setting up rooms for you next to each other in the family wing. In the mean time how would you feel about meeting a couple of your siblings? I believe Tim, Cass, and Stephanie are home at the moment? You’ve had a long trip, if you’d rather wait till tomorrow then I understand.”

“We’d love to meet them,” Danyal said, a little louder then usual to cover his brothers scoff. Damien scowled at Danyal who scowled back just as fiercely and tried to step on Damien’s foot, he knew the other boy would move out of the way before he could but it would make his point not to be disrespectful! It was clearer then clear that their father didn’t care much for blood given how much he loved all his adoptive children no matter what Grandfather thought. If Bruce wanted a biological heir he could have easily have gotten one, their blood might give them a slight advantage but they would have to prove their merits. But of course Damien believed everything Grandfather said still.

Damien dodged and then kicked back, Danyal rolling his eyes and dodging as well. Before a full fight could break out they both heard Bruce chuckle at them, Danyal gave the man a sheepish smile and while Damien blushed and looked down at the floor sulkily. “Alright, well then follow me. I’ll call Dick as well, I’m sure that when he finds out he has two new brothers to meet he’ll come running, I’m sure he’ll be here for dinner as well.”

“We’ve heard a lot about him too,” Danyal said with an impassive smile, they had to know about those who might be their competition after all. Danyal knew a bit more then Damien but they both knew what they needed to, like strengths and weaknesses. Danyal wondered if he was going to have to come to their adopted siblings defences, he fully expected Damien would try to assassinate them, whether or not it was actually wise to do so.

“Alright, then lets go see Tim first, he’s playing video games in his room. Steph and Cass are in the studio together,” Bruce said as he ushered Danny and Damien out of the sitting room and up a set of back stairs into the family wing of the manner. Danny and Damien following, having a silent argument of signs and dodgable blows about how exactly they should be handling this. What finally ended the argument was Danny flashing fang, his eyes glowing green and baring his teeth at Damien. Both to remind Damien of his true strength and to show how important this was to him, which made Damien relent for now he wasn’t sure.

Either way they had sorted it out by the time Bruce opened the door. “Tim, how do you feel about two new brothers?” Bruce said almost sheepishly and Tim groaned, pausing his game and spinning around in his chair.

“Damn Bruce where did you find these two?” He asked giving his adopted father a tired glare.

“On his doorstep,” Danny said promptly.

“We’re his biological sons,” Damien said at almost the same time, then glared at Danny who shrugged, both were true.

“Damn really?” Tim asked as he finally got up, examining both of them.

“We already did the paternity test,” Damien said with what Danny would call an unwarranted amount of pride.

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m Danyal. You can call me Danny if you want,” Danny said, stepping forward and offering Tim a handshake and his best smile. Tim blinked and shook his hand. “I’ve never played a video game, they didn’t allow such frivolities in the compound. They look like fun though, perhaps you could teach me?”

“Uh sure, sounds fun. What about you? You want to learn other little bro?” Tim asked looking to Damien.

“Why would I want to learn a skill with no practical use,” Damien scoffed. “My name is Damien, and I do not approve of nicknames,” He said, giving Danny a haughty look as he shook Tim’s hand. Danny just rolled his eyes.

“Whatever you say little D,” Tim scoffed. Damien gave an indignant squawk and before he could go for a weapon Danny grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and yanked him back.

“Okay that’s enough of that,” Bruce said, grabbing a knife Danny had missed Damien drawing and twisting it out of Damien’s grip as Danny got his brother in a headlock.

“Sorry about him, the League of Shadows doesn’t care much for social graces, I barely escaped being just as feral as him,” Danny joked before letting out an oof as Damien elbowed him in the side and escaped his hold.

“Eh it’s not the first time a brother has tried to kill me. I can look after myself,” Tim said, which was clearly a warning to Damien judging by the look. Danny knew that Tim could, but also knew he was still underestimating them, and he hoped that wouldn’t bite him before he figured it out. “Let me know if you change your mind, I’m sure you two have a lot of catching up to do with tech and media, I’ll be happy to be your guide.”

“Tt,” Damien scoffed and stomped out of the room.

“Well I’m looking forward to learning about all of that, I think it’ll be fun! Ignore him, he’ll come around. Just, uhh, watch him, That won’t be the last time he tries to stab you. If anything it’s a bonding activity for him,” Danny joked as lightly as he could before hurrying after his twin, Bruce on his heels.

Part 2: here

[shadowsandjasmine]

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i’ll be honest. i never thought they’d get to the point of calling us anti-azriel for shipping him with the woman that he canonically wants to be with. so let’s dissect that a bit!

(i’m not going to even bother with the “his shadows hide from elain which is bad!!” take because at this point it’s obvious that is willful misinterpretation and we’ve beaten that dead horse long enough, i think.)

but let’s go through this point by point;

“want him with someone who has seen his darkness and can accept it”

did i miss the part where gw*n sees his darkness and accepts it? or where she really sees anything of him at all, especially when it feels like it’s pulling teeth for her to get him to open up to her in the first place?

Elain, on the other hand;

She seemed so small before him, so fragile compared to the scales of his fighting leathers, the breadth of his shoulders. The wings peeking over them.

But Elain did not balk from him, did not shy away as she nodded—just once.

Azriel, graceful as any courtier, offered her an arm. I couldn’t tell if she was looking at his blue Siphon or at his scarred skin beneath as she breathed, “Beautiful.”

interesting, that she does not balk from him and even finds the scars on his hands from his childhood to be beautiful.

let’s not forget him giving her truth teller to defend herself with;

Azriel, still limping, merely nudged aside Cassian and extended another option.

“This is Truth-Teller,” he told her softly. “I won’t be using it today—so I want you to.”

“It has never failed me once,” the shadowsinger said, the midday sun devoured by the dark blade. “Some people say it is magic and will always strike true.” He gently took her hand and pressed the hilt of the legendary blade into it. “It will serve you well.”

Elain looked up at Azriel, their eyes meeting, his hand still lingering on the hilt of the blade.

I saw the painting in my mind: the lovely fawn, blooming spring vibrant behind her. Standing before Death, shadows and terrors lurking over his shoulder. Light and dark, the space between their bodies a blend of the two. The only bridge of connection … that knife.

doesn’t seem like she’s scared of him and his darkness at all in this scene, even when presented with his shadows and his weapon of choice while on a battlefield.

on to the next point

“someone who makes him feel relaxation and joy”

aww, this one’s easy!

“Az, this one’s for you.”

“Elain turned from where she’d been speaking to Nesta. “Oh, that’s from me.”

“I had Madja make it for me,” Elain explained. “It’s a powder to mix in with any drink.”

Elain bit her lip and then smiled sheepishly. “It’s for the headaches everyone always gives you. Since you rub your temples so often.”

Silence again.

Then Azriel tipped his head back and laughed.

I’d never heard such a sound, deep and joyous.

Elain smiled again, ducking her head.

Azriel mastered himself enough to say, “Thank you.” I’d never seen his hazel eyes so bright, the hues of green amid the brown and gray like veins of emerald. “This will be invaluable.”

seems pretty joyous to me!

another one;

Elain sat silently at one of the wrought-iron tables, a cup of tea before her. Azriel was sprawled on the chaise longue across the gray stones, sunning his wings and reading.

how lovely and relaxing!

as for the last part;

“someone who sparks goodness in his heart”

while i would argue my previous examples show her sparking goodness in his heart, that’s more my opinion/interpretation rather than irrefutable fact. i’m going to take a guess this is in reference to that lil spark he feels in the bonus chapter, and while i disagree and interpret it differently i don’t mind giving this one a pass (even though it’s under pretty suspicious circumstances, i don’t mind letting y’all have this one, even though it still doesn’t make sense pertaining to gw*nriel, because it’s about the only thing y’all have going for this ship at this point.)

all this is to say; if you’re going to make so bold a claim as to say elriels are anti-azriel for shipping him with the woman he wants to be with, at least try to use examples that can’t be directly refuted with canon text from the books, especially when you hardly have any examples for your own ship. it does not help your case.

[tetheredfeathers]

Maybe when you're older

Katniss and Peeta Age: 5-6

“You better give that back Colton, or else.” the dark-haired girl sneered.

“Or what?” the older boy taunted.

“I’ll stick one of my daddy’s arrows in your eyes,” the girl retorted, glaring into his flesh like an angry bear from one of her daddy’s stories.

Th older boy bent down and tugged at her pigtails. Katniss’ face flushed bright red, she felt heat coursing through her veins. She unclenched her tight jaw and threw herself over the older boy’s arm and bit down, hard.

Colton let out a let out a loud yelp, dropped the crayon and scurried like a scared mouse.

“Here,” Katniss said, handing the orange to the blond-haired boy behind her.

“Thank you," the boy replied, attempting his best smile in between tears.

“Don’t cry. I got your crayon back, it’s all okay now.” Her silver eyes softened as she watched long steaks run down the pale boy’s face.

The boy nodded, lifting his shirtsleeve to wipe his wet face.

“Come, you can sit with me and Madge,” Katniss offered with a sweet smile.

The boy beamed up at her and grabbed her shirtsleeve as they strolled down the lunchroom.

After that day the boy and the girl followed each other everywhere like lost puppies. He never let go over of her hand and neither did she.

---

“My daddy took me swimming last weekend, “the girl said.

“I wish my daddy would do anything besides bake all the time. Was is nice? What colour was the water?”

“It was  sooo fun. I keep begging daddy to take me again, but he keeps saying something about the Capitol adding more work time. It was so pretty Peeta, so many colours I can’t explain. It was blue and green and clean and sparkly and I just love it, love it.”

“Can I come with you next time,” the boy raised his head expectantly.

“Mmm, I don’t know. I’ll have to ask daddy.” She said, watching the boy intently as he unwrapped a piece of bread. Her mouth watered, she shifted her gaze quickly trying not to give away the fact that she hadn’t had a proper meal in days. But the boy knew her better, he pressed a piece of bread into her hand as her stomach let out a loud lurch.

“Thank you.”

She had watched her parents kiss multiple time, she never quite understood why they did it, but at that moment looking at her best friend’s face an idea crept into her mind.

Katniss grabbed both his hands, leaned up close and pressed her tiny lips against his. They both pulled back surprised, flushed and embarrassed.

---

They sat by side in art class, Peeta was immersed in painting his tree. While Katniss half-heartedly drew scribbles on her notebook, peaking at her best friend every so often.

She leaned in close, brought her hands to his eyelashes and stroked them, The boy pulled back surprised

“You’re eyelashes are very pretty.”

“Thank you.”

The boy turned around and kept colouring his tree a dark shade of green, the girl’s hair brushed against his shoulders as she watched him with droopy eyes.

Peeta turned once again and twirled her red ribbon against his index finger, the girl lifted her head, smiling and unwound her ribbon.

“Here.” She said, scruffily wrapping the string around his wrist.

---

“Daddy, I like a boy”.

“Really sweety? What’s his name?” The tall, dark-haired man asked his little girl.

“Peeta.”

The tall man laughed deeply thinking about Mr Mellark’s deep affections for his wife when they were kids.

“Daddy can I stay with him, he has bunk bed and bread and crayons and everything.”

“Won’t you miss daddy? And what about Prim? How will she fall asleep if you don’t sing to her.” The man pouted.

“Hmm. I can’t leave Prim, you’re right. Maybe when I’m older?” The girl earnestly questioned the silver eyed man.

“Maybe when you’re older.”

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Run Rabbit Run .12

Yandere!Eustass Kidd x F!Reader

Warnings: angst, depression, pregnancy, mentions of death, amputation?, non canonical events, reader got trauma and ptsd up the wazoo, characters are probably nerfed but whatever it's my story

A/N: it is done. IT IS OVER. I should make a key for who's talking: (Nami-regular orange) (Chopper-small orange) (Zoro-regular green) (Usopp-small green) (Sanji-regular blue) (Franky-small blue) (Kidd-regular red) (Luffy-small red)

~~~

You grit your teeth as you clutch the transponder snail until your knuckles turn pale. His words bring a burning rage to run through your veins as the familiar sizzling of your devil fruit powers ring along the Thousand Sunny.

“How dare you say you love me after all you’ve done!” You scream into the phone. “You wouldn’t know love if it hit you in the face! You're a sick fuck who took everything from me!” Tears of frustration pour down your face as the memories of the past three to four years run through your mind.

“I don’t even remember my own mother's face cause of you! I never even got to say goodbye!” Your knees grow weak as you clutch your heart, the throbbing pain becoming almost unbearable. Biting your lip, you try to hold back your hiccups.

Arms begin to wrap around you, a symbol that you aren’t alone. That familiar smell of rubber burns through your mind. The cracking of your electricity does little to sway your captain. Just then, you were stripped of the phone as Zoro stole it from your hands.

“Listen here, you bastard, the moment I even see you, I’ll cut you down. I’ll kill you before you even see her.” The venom in Zoro’s voice made a quivering smile appear on your lips. Through your tears even a spark of hope manages to shine through that maybe if Zoro and the others are willing to, they can help you, Tashigi.

Even though you can’t trust Eustass, you know you heard her voice. And knowing that, you can't let Eustass hurt her any more than he already has. She means too much to you and has been there for you all throughout your first and second trimester of pregnancy. You had to save her. You wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if you didn’t.

You couldn’t hear what else Kidd said as Zoro slammed the transponder snail down, a vein popping on his forehead as he gripped his swords tightly. “Zoro?”

“We need to keep watch now. He’s coming.” Hearing Zoro’s words makes your heart drop. How long until he arrives? Days? Hours? Minutes? The thought kills you inside. What if you weren’t paying attention, and he managed to sneak up on you? Would he set fire to Sunny as he did with G-5’s ship?

Not to mention, his crew is composed of more people than the Straw Hats. While they're strong, what if? The fact there even is a chance makes you feel nausea. If he won, then he’d kill them. How he’s acted the past 6 months has shown he’s not afraid to take lives if it comes to you. 

“We need to have people on watch at all times.”

“Not to mention be prepared for anything if his actions are anything to judge by. I highly doubt the bastards gonna play fair.” Everyone seemed to nod in agreement at Sanji’s words. The feeling of Luffy’s arms uncoiling around you makes a cold breeze flow through you. The familiar sizzling of your devil fruit powers now gone.

“Thank you, Luffy.” With a sign, you wipe your cheeks of tears. “I needed that.”

“Don’t worry (Y/N), we won’t let him win.” Nami puts her hand on your shoulder. “You and the baby will be safe.”

“Yeah… me and the baby.” Nami’s words cause a sense of dread to fill you. Even if Kidd were to die, evidence of his existence would forever haunt you in the shape of an infant. Even if it only shared half his genetics, you know you’d see him every day in the child's eyes.

How were you supposed to be a mother if the baby was caused by the man who destroyed your entire world? Hatred for an innocent being who was brought into the world at the wrong place at the wrong time. It was easy to listen to the advice around you, yet the voice in the back of your mind lets you never forget whose child your carrying. 

A sigh escapes your lips as your head begins to pound. “Ah…I think I’m going to take a nap. My head is hurting.”

“Okay, get some sleep, okay? You’ve been through a lot today.”

“I’ll walk you there.” You nod at Robin's offer. The two of you make your way towards the girl’s bunk, the weight of the world seemingly on your shoulders.

“You won’t be alone to raise the baby (Y/N). We’re here to help.”

You let out a dry chuckle. “Am I really that transparent?”

Robin rubs your back as the two of you sit on your bunk. “It’s normal to feel the way you do, especially after all he’s done. It's normal for a person to be feeling the way you do.”

“I hate this. How am I supposed to get over and heal when I’d have the memory of him always with me? I’m a horrible person Robin, taking out my anger on someone who’s done no wrong.”

“(Y/N) you still have a few months till the baby arrives. No one expects you to be joyous. We know what’s happened, and what you feel is valid.”

“Will I ever get over this?” You ask in a whisper.

“You’ve been through hell and back. Some things may heal and some never well. It's simply the course of being human." Leaning your head on her shoulder, you wipe your tears with your hands and put them on your thighs.

“I can’t even remember what I looked like without my scars. I don’t even feel like me. I feel like a shell. An empty husk of what I used to be.” You admit with a shaky voice.

Robin carefully pets the top of your head. “I’m sorry. I wish I could reverse time to make everything better. But for what it’s worth, I think it shows your strength, your will to survive.” Sniffling, your eyes look down.

“Maybe. But my will to survive cost people their lives.” The news of Kidd’s crimes materializes in your mind like a bad memory. “People just living their lives only for it to get cut short simply cause I took a step on their island.”

“Kidd killed those people (Y/N). It was his choice to do it.” Robin continues to try and soothe you. “Don’t blame yourself for his actions.”

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you look at Robin. “How can I not? There are thousands of people who hate me and blame me for it all! How can I sleep at night knowing that?” Robin pulls you into a tight hug, the simple action making your heart calm its aching, if only for a moment. 

~~~

The night began to show its signs as the sun made its descent. The beautiful colors of the sunset had you sitting on the deck, leaning against one of Nami’s orange trees. The sweet smell almost reminded you of home—or the memory of it.

“Come on, love! We’re almost there!” Your fiance's voice echoed in your ear, and you couldn’t help but laugh. 

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” Picking up the pace, you finally managed to climb up the hill. Out of breath, but you did it.

“Tada!” Looking around, you see a picnic set up under an orange tree, with a view over the entire island as the sun begins to set. 

“Wow…(....) it’s beautiful,” you say as you sit down on the blanket. Looking at the horizon, you can’t help but wonder what lies beyond your small island.

“It is, isn’t it?” The sound of rustling has you turning your head towards your boyfriend. Raising a brow, you watch him fumble with something.

“(....) you okay?”

Your fiance jumped before turning to face you. “Yep! Everythings fine!”

“Okay, if you say so.”

“Yeah, I promise I’m fine! Why don’t we eat?” Letting out a soft chuckle, you simply nod and begin to unpack the food your fiance has brought.

As the two of you ate, warmth bloomed in your chest. If there was a heaven, you were in it. You have never felt so content in your life as you do right now. If only every day could be like this: sitting next to the one you love while watching the sunset.

“Um…(Y/N)?”

“Yeah (....)?” Turning your head, your hands fly to your mouth. Your heart beats against your ribs as tears begin to blur your vision. With teary eyes and overflowing love, you watch your fiance get down on one knee.

“Will you marry me?”

The beautiful and heartbreaking memory of the best day of your life flashes in your mind like a movie. Pay to watch, but the payment is heartache and tears. The knowledge that you’ll never be able to feel such happiness and love like that again. No amount of love the Straw Hats give will ever be enough to replace the love you lost that day.

As you watch the sunset and the waves move along the sea’s surface, a feeling of emptiness and loneliness hits you hard. The ache in your heart never stops, reminding you of the pain and damage you’ve caused people by simply being alive—the hell you’ve put people through. Not a second goes by when you don’t think about it. Every moment spent dwelling on what could have been seemingly dissolving what’s left of the woman you used to be.

What once was a lively spirit that grew up shielded by the horrors of the world is now tainted. Not an inch of what used to be remains. You don't recognize yourself when you look at yourself in the mirror. The scars that cover your body like a macabre mural forever remind you that no matter where you go or what you do, a part of Kidd will always be with you—always there to remind you of everything you’ve endured and lost.

The branding you bear on your chest will keep people aware of the Kidd pirates for years to come. Even if they perish tonight or in the next few years, they’ll always be remembered as long as you're alive.

As you feel the breeze brush through your hair, a slight calm rushes through you. It felt as if only for a minute, you were home, breathing in the south blue air. Listening to children laugh and play as they ran through the schoolyard. Couples walking hand in hand and looking at each other lovingly. But now, they were nothing more than memories. 

“(Y/N)? Are you here?”

“I’m over here, Chopper!” The sound of little footsteps coming towards you makes you wipe your watery eyes and sniffle before smiling. “Hey Chopper, how can I help you?”

“I just haven’t seen you since earlier today, and I got worried.”

“Aw.” You grab Chopper before pulling him into a tight hug. You're so sweet. But I’m okay. I’m simply right here watching the sunset.”

“How are you feeling with the baby and using the scar cream? Is it helping at all?” Chopper asks, looking up at you in concern.

“I’m doing fine, Chopper, I promise. And the scar cream helps dull the pain like you said it would. A true doctor sticking to his word.” You smiled at him, causing him to blush.

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere with me!”

Letting out a giggle, you look out to the setting sun. “How about we go eat, huh? I’m sure Sanji has food prepared for all of us.”

“Okay!”

With a bit of Chopper's help, you managed to get up from the floor. Taking his hoof in your hand, you walk side by side, both of your shadows hitting the ship's walls. The delicious smell of Sanji’s cooking causes your tummy to rumble. Hopefully, the taste of his cooking will block out the gut-wrenching feeling of doom lingering in the air.

Laughter rang throughout the air despite the tension that surrounded everyone. The impending knowledge of Kidd’s arrival was suffocating. When it would happen was anyone's guess. Robin was on guard at the moment, and with the seas and skies dark, it was almost impossible to see anything outside. Let alone another ship. No moon to light the vast seas. Only stars that were far away for any significance.

“(Y/N), here is that shake you wanted!”

“Oh, thank you, Sanji! That’s so kind of you.” You smile as you take a sip. As you swallow the cold mixture, the sunny always violently, as a loud boom rings throughout the dining room.

“What was that?!” Usopp yelled. Everyone began to rush out of the room. As soon as you go to check, Luffy stops you.

“Stay here. We don’t know if its the Marines or-”

“(Y/N)! Where are you, princess?”

Your blood runs cold as the horrific sound of Eustass’s voice echoes across the Sunny. The insanity inside his voice has the nightmares you endured by his hand flash before your eyes. The pain, the screaming, the blood, and the dark rushing through you.

Running to the window, you see darkness. No sign of the Victoria Punk or Kidd. Running to the other side, you only see the stars. You're sure you heard him. No doubt in your mind you did.

The door busted open, revealing Robin’s panicked face. “They’re here!” Soon, sounds of metal clanking against each other rang across the deck. Peering over Robin's shoulder, you saw flashes of blades and the two figures of Zoro and Killer.

As soon as Luffy sees it, he dashes past Robin and out onto the deck. “Stay here! Robin! Do not let anyone near her!” Robin nodded as he closed the door.

Hearing the battle outside you, your heart goes into overdrive as you hear, through all the violence, the telltale sign of Kidd’s boots hitting the wood of the deck.

Your eyes trail down to the dining room door, where the shadows of feet block some of the light. The smell of sake and metal fills your nose—the same sake that you’ve only ever seen one man drink.

BAM

The door to the dining room busts open. Dust spills into the air, making you and Robin cough. Looking in the direction of the now-open doorway, you make eye contact with the amber eyes that haunt your dreams every night.

“Kidd…” You whispered as you covered your mouth. 

Jumping in front of you, Robin stood between you and Kidd. She had a determined look on her face as the sound of his footsteps drew near. “(Y/N) Stay behind me!”

You watched as Robin crossed her arms, getting ready to attack. It felt as if the whole world had ceased to exist at that moment. The only soul left was the man smirking in front of you.

“Nico Robin, eh? Heh, too easy.” Kidd spoke, making your palms turn sweaty as a feeling of dread ate away at you. “I’ve had a lot of time to study you, Straw Hats.” A grin of insanity spread across Kidd’s face.

“Stay back! Don’t you dare move another inch if you want to keep your life!” Robin warns as you see her famous words on the tip of her tongue.

“(Y/N).” Kidd cooed to you. “You wouldn’t want your friend to get hurt, right? So be a good girl and walk over to me.”

“She’ll go nowhere with you!

Kidd’s eye twitched at Robin’s interruption. “(Y/N), you know what happens to people who try and take you away from me. Or do we need to have a repeat?”

Flashes of the night of Heat’s death flash before your eyes as you feel your blood run ice cold. Looking down at his hands, you see the same knife he had used to take Heat’s life. Your heart skipped a beat, and before you could think rationally, the trauma of watching Heat’s passing hit you full force.

Pushing past Robin and moving in front of her, your eyes starting to create tears. “Please, no! Don’t hurt her! I’ll come with you! Just please don’t hurt her!”

“(Y/N)!”

“Good girl. I won’t hurt her since you decided to listen.” Kidd smirked and took a step forth.

“Demonnio Fleur!” With wide eyes, you watch as two arms sprout out by Kidd’s head. Both grabbed a part of his head.

Yet just as a slip of hope appeared, you gasped in horror as Kidd’s metal hand grabbed one of Robin’s false wrists, holding it in a tight grip. A sickening crack was heard, and you hear Robin cry out in pain. The limbs holding Kidd’s head disappear as Robin holds her wrist in pain.

Your arm is grabbed, and you're pulled to Kidd’s chest. It wasn’t even seconds later that a cold grip wrapped around your neck. Moving your hand to your neck, you feel cold metal encircling your throat. The feeling of your energy being drained had your inner alarms going off. 

Sea stone.

“Easy. Now, I don’t have to worry about you using that pesky devil fruit power of yours.” Kidd begins to drag you away despite your trying to pry his grip off you and activate your devil fruit powers. But you knew that you were too late; your mind had blocked it out when it all was going down.

Robin once more lifts her arms to invoke her devil fruit powers. “Demoni—” Lifting up his metal arm, he rushes at Robin and throws her into the wall. The sound of her crashing into the wall makes your stomach drop.

“Robin!” You cry as you try to come to her aid, only to be pulled out of the dining room and onto the deck of the Sunny.

Everywhere you looked, there was violence. Zoro and Killer’s blades caused sparks everywhere. Usopp snipped people from above as Sanji fought Wire. Everyone else seemed like a blur as if your world was burning down around you.

“Great. Now let’s go.” With a tight grip, Kidd begins to drag you to the back of the Sunny. There, you saw the Victoria Punk in its horrible glory. As you got closer, the memory of Tashigi’s voice rang in your ears.

“You said Tashigi was still alive! Prove to me you're not lying, and I’ll stop putting up a fight!” Clawing at Kidd’s grip, you try pulling yourself free. But with the sea stone collar, it was a losing battle.

“You’ll see her when we get on the boat. Now stop fighting, and let’s go!” Kidd’s grip tightened, causing you to whimper from the pain. “The longer we're here, princess, the more of your friends get to meet Heat’s fate.”

“No! Leave them alone!”

“Oh, I’ll leave them alone, alright. Right after you back to where you belong.” His tugs got harsher as he practically dragged you to the Victoria Punk. “Down where only I can see. Where you and our baby will be safe and never leave me again.”

His words brought you back to the cold cell you gave away three years of your life, too. Where you’ve been used and abused, even almost killed. The tally marks on the walls and the blood spot that reminds you of your amnesia. The small window that only gave you a sliver of life. It’s existence made to never let you go a day without thinking about it.

“No! I can’t go back! Please! Anywhere but there!” Cries of fear left your throat as you hit and kicked Kidd to try and free yourself. You wouldn’t go back down, and you sure as hell wouldn’t have your child growing up in the dark.

“Stop fighting, damnit!” Kidd’s grip went to your hair, making you yelp in pain. “Now let's go!”

Tears stream down your face as the burning in your scalp grew harsher. With a shaky voice, but at the top of your lungs, you scream. “Luffy!”

“Shut up (Y/N)! Don’t-”

CRASH

The grip on your hair disappeared as you watched Kidd go flying into some barrels. A familiar smell of rubber hit your nose as you felt an elastic arm wrapping around you. Your heart finally managed to calm only slightly as a familiar straw hat was in your peripheral vision.

“Luffy?” You spoke softly as you felt a wave of relief wash over you. “Thank you…”

A growl left Kidd’s lips as he stood up, and broken splinters of wood fell off him. His eyes met in Luffy’s direction, animalistic rage flashing in them. Cracking his knuckles, you watched him grit his teeth. “Straw hat.”

“Eustass Kidd.”

The tension was thick and heavy. Both boys emitted hatred for the other, one wanting to save while the other wanted to take.

“Bastard…you stole her from me. You took what's mine. You stole her from me.” 

“We saved her from you. There was nothing to steal.” The look in Luffy’s eyes was something you’ve never seen before—hatred and rage that burned brighter than the sun. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll call off your crew.”

“Not until every Straw Hat falls dead.” Your heart drops as you know Kidd planned to follow through with his threat. “I already took care of that annoying Nico Robin.”

“Liar! Robin wouldn’t lose to the likes of you!” Luffy’s words made your eyes water. While you didn’t know if Robin was alive or not, the fact he even threw her against the wall so violently was enough to flame the fire of your fears.

“(Y/N) stay behind me, go try to hide-”

“Don’t you dare move (Y/N). You don’t want Tashigi to die now, do you?” Kidd’s words made your blood freeze and body still. Even if you heard Tashigi’s voice earlier that day, who’s to say he didn’t kill her after the call? But what if he didn’t? What if she was still alive on the Victoria Punk?

“After I kill this bastard, we’ll save her too (Y/N)! Don’t let his tricks fool you!”

The arguments between Luffy and Kidd felt like hammers against your head. Everything was going on all at once, and it felt as if your brain was going to explode.

It seemed as if Luffy’s words finally broke Kidd because, without a word, Kidd makes his way towards Luffy. His metal arm winded back. A murderous look in his eyes.

“Luffy!” You warn, making him turn around, thankfully in time for him to move out of the way of the punch. He moves you back before pushing his straw hat more onto his head.

And just like that, he lunged into the fight.

Each fighter fighting for their own version of justice. A hero and villain’s final fight. Only one planning to leave alive. 

The crashing sounds of bodies being thrown into objects and the crunching of metal were deafening. Tunnel vision overclaimed everyone in the vicinity. All having a goal that they needed to reach. All the way they came and all they’ve fought for proving itself tonight.

Their footsteps on the wooden deck sounded like thunder, each one loud enough to stop your heart. One step meant one step closer to victory—a victory that’s been fought for almost three years.

Words were spoken on both sides, but neither you could understand. The only thing you could understand was the beating of your own heart in your ears. None of the screams, clashing blades, or footsteps broke out of your trance.

“(Y/N)!” A cold metal arm wraps around you as the smell of cola hits your nose.

Turning your head up, you see Franky grabbing you, a little roughed up but otherwise fine. “Franky?!”

“Don’t worry (Y/N); Luffy’s got this! But for now, we gotta get you somewhere safe.” As you were beginning to move, Franky suddenly stopped.

“Oh no, you don’t!” Kidd’s voice boomed. Once again, the crinkling and crunching of metal could be heard, but so could grunts of pain.

As you look at Franky, you look on in horror as his arms seem to be shrinking in on themselves and shaking violently. Right then and there, you are reminded exactly how devastating Kidd’s devil fruit powers really were.

A snap could be heard echoing on the deck as a part of Franky’s arm flew across the battlefield only to hit Luffy and knock him off his feet momentarily. You scream on in horror as you get an up-close seat to your friend's unwilling amputation.

“Franky! Luffy!” You cried before you fell to the ground. Hitting the wooden deck beneath you. Despite being pregnant, you try your best to sit up only to go speechless as the sound of more crunching metal once again hits your ears. You stare at Franky with a queasy stomach and terror.

Different metal parts of Franky’s body were crunching and shrinking up on itself. That was what you could see. What about the metal on the inside you couldn’t?

Franky falls to his knees, clutching his stomach and chest. Without wasting a second, you move to his aid. Looking desperately for a way to help him.

“Franky! Oh my god! Don’t worry, you’ll be okay!” You stammer as you scan his body, trying to find some miracle button to stop his pain. But there was none.

Turning to Kidd, you see him continue fighting off Luffy, but you can see one of his hands twitching in Franky’s direction. You watch as Kidd balls his hands up in a fist in a quick motion. The second he does, Franky let out a scream of pain. 

“No! Kidd stop, please! You're hurting him!" You wail while panic surges through your body as Franky writhes in pain. “Stop it!”

“You want to save your pathetic metal friend?”

“Yes! Please just stop hurting him!”

“Get on the Victoria Punk.” Kidd’s voice left no room for negotiation. He looked at you with eyes that if you dared to defy it, it wouldn’t be pretty.

“Don’t listen to him (Y/N)!” Luffy exclaimed as he continued to punch and kick at Kidd’s defenses and attacks.

With the sea stone collar around your neck and the baby in your tummy, there was no way for you to fight. Not when you were so weak and vulnerable.

Biting your lip, you look down at the deck beneath you, globs of tears hitting the floor like a thud. “You promise? What if I come willingly, you’ll call of the rest of the Kidd pirates and stop hurting Franky?”

“No…(Y/N) don’t…”

“Don’t! I can beat him, I promise! I can save you!” A barrel flew into Luffy, cutting off his words and crashing into a wall. The sight made you cover your mouth.

“I promise, princess. I’ll call off my crew and leave the cyborg alone. As long as you take my hand and come to me, then we can board the Victoria Punk where you belong.” Out stretching his hand, Kidd gave you a grin that knew he had you right where he wanted you.

Your body and heart tried desperately to stay, but the fear and guilt of everything weighed down on you. The lives lost from his rampage. G-5’s death, Franky’s suffering, and the promise of Tashigi's life being spared if you went with him. But if you didn’t, then Franky and Tashigi would die. More people you cared about dead from his obsession.

With a trembling body and a heavy heart filled with grief, you force your feet to move. Your tears hit the deck beneath you as you got closer and closer. The moment you slowly feel the cold metal of his hand, a shiver runs down your spine.

His hand gripped your tightly as the smile of insanity returned to his lips.

“Good choice, princess.” Pulling you close, you hear him rally back his crew. You watch each pirate run back, wounds and blood on some as they made their way aboard their ship. Killer coming in last behind everyone else. 

“We’ve got our treasure. Now time to go.” With a smirk, Kidd began to lead you to the ship.

“Hey! You're not going anywhere with her!” Footsteps echo along the wooden deck, making you turn your head to see the rest of the Straw Hats rushing towards you.

“No! Stop!” You plead as you try to stop them. “Don’t…don’t come any closer.”

“(Y/N) what are you-”

“I’m sorry.” Tears fall from your face, drenching your shirt in teardrops. “Please forgive me for the trouble I’ve caused.”

Kidd began to lead you away towards the Victoria Punk. “Thank you for doing your best.” You whisper with a trembling lip. A forced smile spreading across your lips as you began to walk up the ramp.

“(Y/N), you don’t have to do this! We can save you!” Looking at them, you gently shake your head. With a quivering smile and blurry vision, you take a final stop aboard the Victoria Punk.

“It’s better this way. No one else will be hurt.”

Tears filled the Straw Hats' eyes as they saw you board the ship and the state of Franky. The overwhelming scene made their world spin as they tried to find the words to say.

As Kidd lifted up the Victoria Punk anchor, you spoke once more—the last thing you could ever say to them.

“Thank you for everything, but just some people can’t be saved.”

~~~

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SUMMARY ! seperated from your friend on a ski trip, you had just begun your mission to find him when a cute blue haired boy runs right into you, resulting in the both of you colliding and tumbling down the mountain together. one, slight problem: you have no idea how to ski.

PAIRING ! jungwon x f!reader

GENRE ! skiing au, pure fluff

WC ! 1.3k

WARNINGS ! none just you being a terrible skier <3

a/n: thank you again for the request dear, i loved writing this sm pls, writing for wonnie makes me so happy T-T

yesterday, you fell for a terrible, cruel lie.

kim sunoo; your best friend, your supposed dumb to your dumber, the boy you thought was a gentle, trustworthy soul, has abandoned you atop a mountain.

“c’mon y/n, i’ve wanted to go skiing for months, and it’s finally snowing!” he had begged, swaying you back and forth by the shoulders. “i’ll stick with you the whole time, i promise.”

well, you wish you could tell your past self to take that promise of his, crumple it up, and slam dunk it into the nearest garbage can.

where was kim sunoo? oh how you’d love to know. you probably resembled a lost penguin without it’s rookery, cluelessly scanning the crowd of skiers for his bright green puffer coat.

“yah, kim sunoo!” you pant, trying to shuffle your way around the snow even with skis on your feet, “as soon as i find you, you’re dead meat!”

the fellow skiers surrounding you offer you strange glances, but you pay them no mind. it shouldn’t be this hard to find a decently short, pink haired boy on a mountain decked in white crystal, yet a task has never seemed harder at this moment.

as you’re about to call out for your friend again, you look down, realising you’re getting a bit too close to the mountain’s edge for comfort. the giant hill is already full of talented skiers racing their way to the bottom, professionally gliding back and forth with the help of their poles. you shudder at the thought of trying to follow their movements, already imagining yourself with a few broken limbs by the time you’d reach the ground.

with that thought, you quickly turn away from the slope, beginning your attempt to gain some distance. though suddenly, the sound of a few male voices getting closer makes you raise your head once more. “race you to the ground!” one boy with blue hair says, sliding hastily ahead of his friend.

“oh, it’s on. i’ll be waiting for you at the bottom, jungwonnie!” the other replies snarkily, pushing down his snow goggles and heading right towards— oh shit.

your eyes widen, realising the boys are obliviously heading straight your way, sliding on either side of you. “uh! excuse me!” you alert desperately. if it weren’t for the damned ski’s on your feet, you would easily be able to move out of the way by now.

your heart beats faster and faster as they approach, letting out a worried yelp. finally, one of the boy’s notices you through his blurred goggles, turning out of the way. “hey, girl! watch out!”

the other boy, or jungwon, however, despite hearing his friend's words, was too late to stop himself due to the fact he was already much too close paired with the hill’s gravity propelling him right your way. both of you let out strangled screams as you collide, nearly falling over as you instinctively grab onto each other’s middle’s in an attempt to stabilise your ski’s.

“hold on!” the boy yells, gently gripping your waist and spinning your body to face forward just as the both of you begin sliding down the hill at a breaknecking speed. the chilly air surrounds you cruelly, adrenaline racing through your veins as you both fly down the hill. jungwon seems to be a much better skier than you, expertly angling his skis into a cross position to slow himself down.

however, his efforts don’t do much as you continue to drag him down with you, flailing around like a fish out of water. “i’m gonna die!” you tell him, practically cutting off the blood in his arm from how tight you’re grasping it. his friend is long ahead, too far gone to try and get back to the both of you.

the hill feels never ending, the bottom undetectable through the constant snow falling in front of you. “no you’re not,” jungwon insists, allowing you to hold his arm despite the uncomfortableness on his end. “you need to cross your ski’s, it’s the only way to slow us down!” his voice is just audible over the boisterous winds.

barely aware of your own surroundings, you somehow manage to process his words, gazing down at his ski’s, then your own. you try to copy him, awkwardly turning your feet inwards. shockingly, it immediately works, the both of you already easing down at a much slower rate.

“that’s it, just like that!” you look up just in time to see your new companion’s face turn into an adorable, proud smile.

wait a minute. through all the chaos, you’d failed to notice how cute this jungwon boy was. his silky blue bangs slightly covered his cat-like eyes, the tips glazed with fallen flakes of snow. you felt your heart ache at his gummy smile, watching in adoration as his red nose wrinkles happily. for a moment, you forgot that you were in the middle of skiing down a mountain, much too busy admiring the handsome boy next to you.

“look, we’re almost there!” he points out, using the arm that wasn’t being strangled by you to wave at the slowly visible hill’s bottom.

“we-we are?” you gasp, “oh my god, we are!” the excitement in your voice was evident, a huge grin growing on your face to match his. as you get closer, jungwon finally wriggles free from your grip on his arm, instead pulling your hand tightly into his, gloved fingers lacing together softly. you feel your cheeks begin to burn at the affection, praying it just looks like the effects of the cold weather.

it isn’t much longer before the both of you finally come to a stop on flat ground, instantly releasing huge exhales of relief. you pout when jungwon untangles his hand from yours to adjust his jacket, looking down at you with a teasing raise of his brow. “soo..” he begins, chuckling lightly.

“so,” you copy.

“i’m guessing you don’t ski much?”

you burst into laughter, shaking your head in disbelief of the situation. “nope, only here because a certain someone forced me to join him.” you barely notice the way jungwon’s expression changes at the use of ‘him’. “though as you might’ve noticed, he ditched me.”

jungwon nods, fidgeting with his gloves. “ah, i can help you find your boyfriend then, if you want?”

you choke in surprise, quickly raising your hands to reassure the boy. “oh no. me and sunoo? no way, he’s just my friend.”

“oh, that’s good.” both of your eyes quickly widen at his words, and you watch amusedly as jungwon quickly tries to cover his slip up. “uh- i meant i- it’s good that you’re um, not here alone!”

your shoulders tremble with laughter, watching the cute boy’s cheeks turn an apple red in embarrassment. “well then, until i find my friend, want to.. give me some lessons?” you entreat (not because you ever want to ski again, but because you’d do anything to spend more time with jungwon), gesturing to your ski’s hopefully.

his big eyes grow even more at your suggestion, blue hair bouncing as he nods excitedly. “i’d love to! i’m not a professional myself, though.” after patting his gloves against his jacket, the blue haired boy offers his hand out to you again with a smile, eagerly pulling you over to the ski lift.

jungwon doesn’t seem to care about the fact that he’s ditched his friend similar to how sunoo ditched you, much too preoccupied admiring your rosy cheeks and cute nose scrunch every time he made you laugh.

“it’s fine, as long as you’re prepared to catch me when i inevitably fall over.”

with a cheesy grin, he pulls you closer. “don’t worry, i’ll always be ready to catch you.”

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[lorei-writes]

Winter Flower

Chapter XVI: Tock-Tick

Masamune x OC [Hana] Summary: Hana wakes up in the gardens of Azuchi castle without any recollection of her past. Who is she? What was she doing there? And most importantly – what is she supposed to do now? Placed under supervision of Lord Date, Hana has to find her footing in the unfamiliar reality of the warring states. Series Masterlist

Content Warnings: poisoning

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tock. Tock. Tock. Tock. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tock…

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Tock. Tock. Tock.

Tock. Tick.

Tick. Tick.

Tock…

Sound flows into my ear, soothes my mind the way chill water placates burns. Birds chirp outside, just past the fluttering curtains, tangled somewhere among the chasing winds. Quiet taps of moving hinges, barely audible whispers of the wood… My own heartbeat vibrating through the springs in the mattress below me. Humming rock that flows in my veins, each thud in my chest an eruption forced through my arteries and veins…

The calendar hung above my desk is empty, not a trace of a year or any other date indicator persisting over the paper. I blink, and in this blinking I am whole. The sheets below me are chill to the touch, although warming, and inoffensively soft, little different from the dandelion seeds that still cling onto their parent’s corpse.

Tick. Tick.

Tock.

I turn my head towards the window, strands of my very own hair falling into my eyes. My arms, however, are quite uncooperative for whatever reason it may be now… So I choose not to mind either.

“Any questions, me?” I, another I, asks. We are quite different, in fact, but also… similar… identical… identical to a fault. The I smiles – frowns – lights up – her face falls. Mine, the actual mine, seems not to engage in any of that charade. If anything, it feels numb or numbed. Unresponsive. Restricted. Tight. Stretched over to the point of being taut.

“Ah. I see,” the I hums.

We take a step through the door frame, and so we sit in kitchen chairs, white IKEA – IKEA? What is IKEA? – plates lying before us, each with a hefty serving of muddied sand cake on top. The room itself is rather hazy. The longer I watch it, the less sense it makes, centipede-cupboards crawling over chameleon walls, the counter raising and falling among heavy thuds. I focus on the meal to drown out the sound.

“Your favourite,” she-I offers.

“Is it really, though?”

“Of course. Do not tell me… You can’t recall?”

“No.”

“Or yes?”

I don’t know. She-I slams her hand against the table, the dish spilling outside the ceramic bounds… There is plenty of it… Plenty more than a plate could hold…

Tock. Tock.

Tick.

The sand begins to carpet the floor, grain on a grain, and another one stacked on top. My legs kick leisurely, and so it ripples around my ankles, from brown, to yellow, to green… To blue, blueish purple.

The pier does not reach far into the lake, but it appears to be long enough to serve its function. Why is it there, though? I’m… not so certain, not anymore. The-I, however, seems to know, her toes just barely submerged in the water below. She-I appears rather carefree the way she is seated beside me, her hand holding onto mine gently… Motherly. I gives it a little squeeze. We give it a little squeeze.

Tock.

Splash.

Tick.

My eyes widen, something dropping from between the constellations above into the liquid skies at my feet. It warps the stars, diffuses their glow, before carrying it off and away under the cloak of waves.

“Starling.”

“Oh?”

“Let’s go.” I pulls at my hand, and so we fall. I hold my breath, now fully engulfed by viscously vicious lukewarmly slime-like water. It holds me quite fine and firms below my feet so that I can walk. Curious, curious that.

“How are you going to learn anything if we do not talk?”

I raise a quizzical eyebrow. How could I talk? My mouth is full of air… If I let go of it… Won’t I drown?

“You have always been a coward, me,” she-I continues her talk, her long finger tapping against the mole on her – our? – chin. I cover mine reflexively. “But… You are even worse now, don’t you think? Much worse, in fact. You are scared of breathing despite seeing with your own eyes that I can talk. Think about it, aren’t those nearly the same?”

I tilt my head to the side. It is dark, and were she to move outside the reach of my arm, I am quite certain I’d lose her in this here, wherever it is. Something about her is rather bright, burning at a place my eyes cannot reach. I consider her words for a while, but truth be told… This fire of the I eats at my air. My lungs have long worked through their share of it, and the prospect of letting them collapse without any attempts of making it out alive does not necessarily satisfy me now.

Bubbles form at my mouth. It… burns…

“It hurts, doesn’t it?” I wonders aloud. “How are we going to talk ourselves out of feeling this one? Or… is it that you are following me because you think I will figure it out?”

She turns around, takes a step towards me just as I grasp at my throat. “You are me, and I am you, me. We know exactly the same amount… So why do you insist on following something that you think you are not, while you are?”

She-I shoves me by the shoulder, my body tilting until I lay on the ground that somehow seems to be too high up at the same time.

“You wished to talk, but… No, you didn’t. We don’t do that.”

The world below me shatters, and through that, I am being elevated. Only I go, though, the she-I staring at me from down below before fading away completely.

I am taken into the white above, a heated collapse of some kind. I forget of my body, forget of my eyes and sight, the ringing in my ears the only sound that reaches me now. I curl up into a ball, too terrified of the roaring lightning bolts that circle me now. Who knows what may happen when they strike… Who knows whether I have not already learnt about that, just to lose whatever insight I have gained…

Electric violence simmers in the air.

***

I wake again, although this time to no light. The room is perfectly dark, so it occurs to me that now must be night – I cannot hear a sigh, not a hushed word or hurried steps sounding off anywhere nearby. However, my body does seem lighter than previously, and save for the throbbing between my temples, I am rather well… Or as well as I can be under those conditions.

I attempt to push myself up on my elbow, but vertigo swirls around my head as soon as my ear lifts off the pillow. It’s not exactly a pleasant sensation. Neither is the cold sweat running down my spine – I try to dispel them both through intentional breathing, but the air is rather unwilling when I try to draw it into my lungs. Heavy thoughts emerge from within their burrows the moment I lie back down.

Thinking about it now, I am left unguarded. It only makes sense that I cannot yet move around… I wonder, how much time has it been since…

The door slides open, light footstep coming from the unlit corridor. They’re barely a tap against the floor, barely a vibration running down the boards to where I’m resting, as if the feet that have produced them wished to whisper. More importantly, however, the person who is behind them does not invite in this maddening sweetness that I’ve learnt to associate with my captor… So, for now…

A cold cloth touches my forehead. I startle at the fact, quite unsure of how or when it has materialised – it does not even cross my mind that it might have been placed there by human hands. I’m proven mistaken, though, and it happens fast.

“Oh,” a woman lets out to my left, clearly similarly stunned. “You’re awake.”

“How long…?” I rasp at her. For some reason, it has her sigh in relief.

“Thank goodness you can still talk. It’s been a couple days since you’ve last woken up.”

Days. Have they noticed that I’m gone? They must have. They must have, so —

The towel slides over my forehead as my brows draw close to each other. Some tingling still lingers over my face, my frowning only agitating it further. I cannot stop myself, though. There are things I don’t know, things I need to learn, and now, I can try to acquire the information I may need… Provided that I can will my throat to co-operate.

“Thank goodness?” I echo, rather bitterly, something rattling at the back of my mind. It feels important, and I’m nearly certain I know what it is, or what it could be. However, it’s no use. I merely know what it is that I have forgotten. I have lost the dream I’ve dreamt last night, and although it is almost as if it laid itself out on the back of my tongue, I cannot reach it. Not quite.

“Lord Saitou’s medicine is… often not too well received by the body.”

Medicine?

“Oh,” she continues. “But our lord is quite skilled with herbal remedies. I am sure it could cause no lasting harm or discomfort.”

I’m of a different mind. Nevertheless, I am not able to give voice to the sentiment – likely, for the better, for the maid does not stop. She chatters on, her tongue paddling out words at an ever increasing pace. The weather, the state of the floors, just about anything and everything, my head beginning to spin from the strength of the stream that is her voice. Nervousness, I suppose?

“We’ve heard that you’ve been in the enemy encampment…” she pauses for a couple breaths. “It’s… not an advice, but… The castle can’t be taken. So –” she cuts herself off. Her movement is just about audible, the sleeves of her kimono rustling as she lifts her hands to her face, skin clapping against skin the very next moment. I do not suppose we are allowed to talk about that of all things, no.

“I… un-understand,” I offer through clattering teeth. Now that the room is quiet, I realise my hands are trembling below the covers. In fact, there’s not a bit of me that isn’t shivering.

“Fever’s normal,” the maid whispers and reaches for the cloth that cools my forehead. Water drips from it into a basin and so she submerges it again, just to wring it a second or so later. This time, she presses it to my neck. I cannot stop the sigh of relief that escapes my throat. I squirm a little in my place, the decreased discomfort making me all too aware of all the other things that hurt. I wouldn’t be surprised if I have lain here for far too long.

“You’ll be fine,” she murmurs, as if reading my mind. “Lord Saitou made it clear you can’t have bedsores… So you’ll be fine…”

Will I be, though? Considering my position, bedsores are not exactly the highest item on the list of my concerns. Nevertheless, it is a mercy. One I’d rather not have to take or be thankful for, but a mercy nonetheless. I clench my jaw to make myself rigid, as if that alone could help – and although I am well aware that it does not change anything that matters in the slightest, it does offer me a little solace.

I can hold myself together.

For now, I can hold myself together.

What I need to do, what I must do to save myself, to return, that will come tomorrow, or later today, or after I’ve blinked one hundred times – but not now. Not now, because my eyes burn, and chills race over me, and honestly… Not now, as when I cannot move, the despair is there to embrace me firmly. And I may not be able to push it back.

Warm fingers reach for my hands, deftly working a solution of sorts into my skin, taking particular care to tend to my wrists.

“My name’s Ai,” the maid utters and gets up from beside me. Just as quietly as she has entered, she now exists, my mind latching onto the splashing of water that follows her around. I haven’t noticed it earlier. It is curious to see my state change, but I pay it no mind.

Air smells of mint as my eyes close again.

Masamune… Kojuro… Anybody… Please, come. I am not sure I can make it out of here myself.

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Series tag list: @cheese-ception @nuttytani

[lezziemanville]

Can you write a hurt/comfort for work wives? ❤

Twist my arm 😉

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Barbara’s reading in the corner of her classroom with a small arc of sleeping students on the pilfered stadium carpet in front of her when it happens.

There’s a clatter in the hallway, a thump. She doesn’t think much of it at first. In fact, she continues to read through her book, certain Mr. Johnson is just emptying garbage cans or poking around at a broken lightbulb. It’s not until she hears a shout and the sound of running, that Barbara switches into high alert. She rushes to the door, checks the window into the hall and listens carefully. She’s trained in these kinds of drills, she knows what to do when there’s a threat, knows what to do when there’s smoke, or an earthquake. Her mental checklist of hazard elimination ticks down one at a time until she feels able to step into the hallway, closing the door to her sleeping classroom firmly behind her.

Janine is rushing down the hall, and she can see Gregory further along, leaning over something.

“Is everything okay?” Barbara’s question falls on deaf ears. She sees Janine talking to Gregory but she can’t quite make out what they’re saying. When Janine turns and rushes back towards her, Barbara walks a few paces into her path.

“Whoa whoa, what’s going on?”

Janine is panicked, her eyes wide and Barbara reaches out to take her wrist but she sidesteps the gesture almost at a run.

“Melissa.”

Barbara’s blood runs instantly cold. She feels a little dizzy as she turns and begins running down the hallway towards Gregory.

She can see her now, several paces closer. Her scarlet hair is fanned out on the floor and… is that blood?

“What happened?” Barbara’s voice sounds separate from herself, unfamiliar to her own ears. She’s surprised she’s even speaking when Gregory looks up at her, eyes brimming with concern.

“She fainted I think, I don’t know. I found her like this. She’s….”

Barbara lowers herself right down on her bad knee but she doesn’t wince. She doesn’t even feel it. The adrenaline courses through her veins and throbs at her temples. It blots out everything around Melissa, the world like a fuzzy halo. She’s pale. Why is she so pale?

Barbara takes her hand within hers. She only realizes she’s holding her own breath when she finally sees the rise and fall of Melissa’s chest.

“Call an ambulance!” Barbara demands, her voice hoarse. Is she crying?

“Janine’s gone to call.” Gregory has moved down towards Melissa’s legs as he’s been ousted by Barbara at her side.

“Well where the hell are they?” Barbara asks, her hand coming up to touch Melissa’s cheek, cupping her skin. She feels clammy and cool. Has she always been this pale?

She taps her skin gently at first then a little firmer, hoping to rouse her. After a few seconds, her chin is gently swaying to the side and her eyelashes are fluttering.

“Oh Melissa! Honey, I’m here. It’s Barbara.”

Melissa moans softly, then her eyelashes finally widen enough for Barbara to see her hazy blue/green eyes.

“Oh thank our Lord,” Barbara’s voice actually cracks. “Gregory go get her some water. I will stay here.”

She doesn’t know if Gregory goes, she doesn’t look at him again, just looks down into Melissa’s face as she slowly comes to.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Barbara says instinctively, despite never having used terms of endearment towards her colleague before. “What happened?”

Melissa tilts her head slightly like she’s trying to see the answer around her, but can’t recall. Her eyes are watering, one tear slipping out of the corner of her eye and down into her hairline.

“It’s okay, Janine has the ambulance on its way.”

“Will you—“ But Melissa’s voice is weak and gravely like she’s come out of a deep sleep.

“I won’t let you out of my sight,” Barbara promises, and she means it.

The ambulance does come, and Barbara does accompany her to the hospital for a thorough check up. Janine was sweet enough to offer to watch her class and Barbara is grateful for that. All she can do is pace the hospital floor pretending to stretch her legs.

When she’s finally allowed in to see her, Melissa is laying in her hospital bed, connected to an IV.

“Oh Melissa,” Barbara says faintly from the door, approaching slowly like she may make it worse somehow.

“Doc thinks I fell, and banged my head on the wall. I’m sure that will be fun to watch back on the security cameras.”

Melissa’s trying to make light of it, but Barbara can’t see the humor.

“How did you fall?”

Melissa looks guilty, and it makes Barbara regret the question.

“I was dehydrated and, the Doc says maybe a little overworked.”

“A little?” And just like that Barbara feels she could go to the school board herself and key every car. How could they put this kind of pressure on her?

Obviously Melissa can tell she’s mad because she extends her hand, medical tape on the back of it almost the same color as her skin.

“I don’t need you breaking any legs for me. That’s what Vinnie and Uncle Sal are for.” Melissa is smiling and she looks so small and delicate in the hospital bed, so unlike her usual presence in the school. Barbara takes her hand carefully and stands closer to her now, enough to read the little label on her hospital bracelet.

She’s not sure if it’s that, or if it’s the monitor gently beeping in the background, or Melissa’s hand soft within her own but she feels tears filling her eyes and she can’t stop them.

“Oh, Barbara, I’m fine! I’m fine really I am. I’m going to start taking it easy.”

But Barbara can’t stop the tears now and she abruptly leans into Melissa and takes her into an awkward side hug. She needs to feel the other woman, tangible and safe, against her and even Barbara doesn’t understand exactly why.

“I’m going to make sure you’re taking it easy. We can work together and split the responsibilities,” Barbara’s hatching the plan aloud and from her tone, she’s sure Melissa understands it’s non-negotiable. “We’re going to do what we can and we’re going to get help for what we cannot.”

“Ye—“

“And I won’t hear a single word against it. We’re going to start by getting that aid in place, and I’m going to select the aid — none of these chirpy nonsensical Gen Z people Ava hires. And I’m going to make sure you’re resting on the weekends and not sneaking in to finish grading —“

“Barb—“

“And! I will be insisting on a peer reading program to incorporate time where our classes come together to help each other, to give us time to finish anything we don’t have time for.”

Barbara finally finishes, and looks down at Melissa who is smiling up at her.

“Yes, Miss Howard.”

Barbara smiles too now and uses her other hand to smooth across Melissa’s shoulder. She feels like the tension in her stomach is loosening, her heart feeling lighter somehow.

Through all the uncertainty that comes with working as a teacher in a struggling public school, the thing she can always count on is Melissa. And if the redhead makes her laugh more than anyone else, makes her feel lighter, fills her thoughts maybe a little more than she should — well that’s just because they’re the OG’s of Abbott. Together they can conquer anything.

——

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[otterandterrierwrites]

First Lines Tag Game

Tagged by @virtie333, thank you!!

Rules: share the first lines of your ten most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway ❤️

#1 wonderful unknown: Han hadn’t meant to sneak up on his wife. It wasn’t his fault—first off, Leia knew he was on his way home. Second, he didn’t know she was already there herself. And third, he wasn’t even being particularly sneaky. 

#2 under starless skies we are lost: By the time the sandstorm abated, by the time Leia was yelling in his ear that they were reaching the Falcon, by the time he was thanking Luke before parting ways, Han was feeling much better than he had since waking up.

#3 oh yes, sweet darling (so glad you’re a child of mine): ‘No, you go, I’ll cover you. Go, go, go!’ Bail’s blood turned to ice in his veins at the urgency in the dear little voice, carried down towards him from just out of sight.

#4 There's things in there that scream and shout: The Organa-Solo residence stood out like a sore thumb in the Hanna City neighbourhood. Every year, as Masque Night approached, most of the households across the Chandrilan capital turned into an explosion of colour—the bright oranges, yellows, and purples of falling leaves.

#5 Night at the Grand Regent Hotel: Honeymoon suite. It was just a name—a denominator. A regular room with an enormous bed that would obviously not be shared. The name didn’t matter.

#6 Through chaos as it swirls (it's us against the world): She’s short and decked out in a modest gown that was pristine white at some point and her face is round and pale except for her pink-flushed cheeks and her coiled hair is glossy brown, and Han might have believed she was a princess before he heard her yell at him with a voice bigger than she was and grab a blaster from the kid to shoot her way out of there.

#7 'Cause when it all goes down, I want you by my side: ‘Let’s get married, then.’ Leia’s first reaction was to laugh, because he was obviously joking. But Han’s expression was so matter-of-fact that she stopped, not wanting him to think she thought it was a ridiculous idea that she’d marry him at all.

#8 Hair: ‘...’s got some kind of animal magnetism.’ ‘Such a brooding face, too, it looks carved in stone. But his eyes are dreamy.’ ‘And don’t forget the body. Guy’s ripped.’ Several voices hummed in agreement.

#9 for you, the shadows fight: The little boy sat alone in the balcony, surrounded by more green and blue than he’d ever seen in his life. There were wonderful things all around him, things he had only seen in Aunt Beru’s holostories, but he only looked down at the floor and sighed. Even the floor was interesting here, and he still didn’t care.

#10 The incident: Han Solo should have known things had gone a little too well. It had started with a smuggling job like any other, until it turned out to be for nothing else than the Rebel Alliance.

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tagging: @lajulie24 @contrivedcoincidences6 @hanxleia @organanation @soloorganaas and anyone who wants to do it!

[larryficwriter]

one line, any fic

Hiiiii, I was tagged by @kingonafiftymetreroad and @thebreadvansstuff to do the one line, any fic challenge. Sooo, here we go.

Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the mid point, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people

Never Understood What Love Was Really Like (But I Felt it for the First Time Looking in Your Eyes)  E, 37k

“Louis,” he looks to him, almost frantic with pleasure, and Louis sees his entire world.

“I know,” Louis says, literally feeling every emotion of Harry’s running through his veins. Their eyes lock as they both share this moment. “Me too.”

The connection he feels with Harry goes beyond what any words could describe. Laying there, locking eyes with Harry, who is all wide-eyed and beautiful, while they’re bound together - Louis has never felt anything like it. It’s like they’re no longer two separate people, like he doesn’t know where Harry ends and he begins.

Unwrap My Heart E, 15k

Harry started calling him Sweet after he discovered that Louis listened to Sweet Creature on repeat so much that it’s his top song of the year. It makes Louis’ heart do backflips every time. He has to press the side of his face into the pillows to hide his giddy smile.

Cure the Loneliness E, 14k

Harry rolls over and checks the time, 3:46 am. He should be sleeping. But all he can think about is how awry his life has gone. Yeah, sure, there are parts of his life that he knows he’s been blessed with. The fact that he made it, truly made it, in a career that rarely anyone does - it’s a miracle. He looks around at his empty, dark room. What good are miracles if you have no one to share it with?

You are the Lyrics E, 5k

Harry holds Louis’ wrist still. Even from his obstructed view of Louis, half of Harry’s face still smashed into their bed, he can see the look of confusion on Louis’ face. He gives Louis the best smirk that he can in the situation, and then he literally starts riding Louis’ hand.

Like Snowflakes G, 4k

Silence. Louis can’t quite place the look on his face. He’s momentarily distracted by the fact that snow has started to fall and he watches as tiny flakes start to waft peacefully around them. Some land on his hair, the white creating a stark contrast with the chocolate brown of Harry’s hair. When a single flake makes its home on Harry’s cheek, Louis’ first reaction is to swipe it off with his thumb and right when their eyes meet, words are spilling out of Louis’ mouth.

Til My Voice Breaks, Baby I Love You E, 23k

Louis looks at Harry, feeling emotional and vulnerable and he wants to say it. He wants to tell Harry. He opens his mouth and the tiniest “I” comes out. Harry didn’t even hear it.

Only You, Always E, 5k

“Babe,” Harry whispers, biting on Louis’ earlobe to regain Louis’ attention. “Hope you’re ready for round two.”

All My Senses Come To Life (Cause You’re The Only One) E, 20k

“I’m fine. The room’s stopped spinning. C’mon, don’t stall. Did you not like the kiss? Because it’s okay if you didn’t.”

“I liked it. You got weird.” Louis says, scratching at the 28 on his knuckles.

“You got weird!” Harry insists. “Oh my god. Are we freaking out over nothing?”

Dear Blue E, 9k

‘Blue,

Why? There’s so much I want to write to describe what I feel for you. Valentine’s Day is supposed to be special. I’m beginning to think it’s cursed. You’ve made me cry for a lot of reasons: from laughter mostly, but never like this. I don’t even know what to say to you anymore or even if we’ll be okay anymore. Happy fucking Valentine’s Day.

p.s. The first card contained a poem that I wasted my time writing about you. Fuck off.

Green’

A Beautiful Start to a Lifelong Love Letter E, 3k

There’s this peaceful sort of quiet. Somewhere down the hallway, someone is already experiencing their first college party judging by the quieted bass thumping. Simon stares at Bram’s bookshelf and smiles to himself. He should have known that the guy who calls him cute and grammatical would decide to be an English major. The streetlight casts just a small amount of light into their room, illuminating Bram’s sleek, toned calves. 

As with my last writing related post, I don’t have many writer friends and the ones I do have already tagged me. If you want to participate, please do! 

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"Commando Ken."

Back  to  that  thing  I  posted  a  while  ago  about  how  pretty  Wesker  s/was. This  post  is  just  as  boring  because  all  I  want  to  say  is  while  he  was  human  Wesker  had  the  prettiest  baby  blue  eyes  ━  not  that  anyone  ever  got  to  see  them  all  that  much.  I’m  gonna  take  a  minute  to  talk  a  little  about  Wesker’s  appearance  in  my  brain  because  I’m  an  aesthetic  bitch  if  no  one  noticed.

 I  also  made  a  post  where  I  mentioned  how  Wesker  kind  of . . .  Avoids  the  look  of  his  eyes  post  infection  because  really  they’re  just.  Not  his  eyes.  Essentially  he  doesn’t  like  looking  at  himself  without  the  sunglasses  on  because  he  can’t  see  himself,  if  that  makes  sense  to  anyone.  Not  sure  he  really  likes  what  he  sees  either.  

The  virus  may  have  gave  him  insane  power,  but  it  consumed  him.  Made  him  hollow,  yet  filled  with  something  something  he  cant  describe.  Whatever  is  inside  him  isn’t  him  anymore.  He  struggles  with  that. 

Another  appearance  note  in  the  same  vein  that  I’ve  been  meaning  to  write  an  entire  other  post  about  is  Wesker  was  always  very  pale, and  it  was  probably  his  porcelain  skin  contrasting  with  his  usually  dark  under-eyes  that  made  his  blue  eyes  so  striking  as  a  human-  post  infection  his  tint  has  changed  a  bit. 

While  he  was  obviously  lacking  in  sleep  pre-infection,  post  infection  Wesker  looks  essentially  dead  and  a  little  sickly.  He  doesn’t  have  his  human,  rosy  undertone.  He  really  invokes  the  appearance  of  a  nice  looking  corpse.  His  features  have  sunken  a  little  too,  as  if  he's  unwell  because  technically  he  is.  He  has  a  similar  blue-gray  undertone  as  we  see  with  the  Tyrants. 

Don’t  bother  thinking  this  is  a  canon  fact,  its  more  shit  I  made  up  purely  for  the  Aesthetic  TM.  Not  that  its  easy  to  distinguish  anything  based  on  canon  screen  shots  bc  most  always  featured  in  some  kind  of  light  filter,  like  the  blue/green  above  or  the  orange/yellow  of  5. 

[saspitite]

Broken Toy Mania

this is a little story i made about my silly flight rising pixel dragons and their lore! specifically centered around some of bloodmoney's background and how they became a flesh robot thing. tw for gore, body horror, some existentialism? i think? i dunno something like that. but it's pretty edgy lol

the end starts to get a bit weird as i just kinda wanted to experiment with the way i write lol, but yeah, have fun reading about sad robots!

(and yes, i did name this after the babuchan song, it's great)

BloodMoney made their way down the stairs, joints popping. God, I’m getting old, aren’t I?

Well, “old” is an understatement. The idiotic pacts they and Mabiya would make with foreign gods had corrupted Bloody’s memory to the point where they don’t even remember the date of their birth, or if they even had parents. What happened? What happened to an innocent passion project led by two best friends? What happened that fucked Bloody up so badly that they can’t even remember the past week of their life?

That’s why I’m putting an end to this.

 They stopped before a door covered in warning signs.

The concrete tunnels of Hotel Mabiya are deadly. It’s a fact everyone knows of. What nobody actually knows is that they and Mabiya were the cause of it. Being killed by the hands of something you’ve created has to be a sick twist of irony, doesn’t it?

Where should I go from here?

Pawpads touched cold, rough cement, and Bloody’s lungs soon became choked with the tunnels’ dust. Hardly anything could live down here. Hardly anything sane and sensible, that is. They cautiously took a few steps forward, eyes frantically scanning their surroundings. It seemed their natural survival instincts knew something was wrong and kicked in. Their heart pounded and their throat grew dry, slowly pushing Bloody to the realization that this was a horrible mistake. The exit’s gone. I’m lost. 

Their skin began to blister, possibly breaking out in hives, making them buckle to the ground in pain. Adrenaline wasn’t enough to satiate the agony, and as time ticked by, it only grew worse. Their blood burned through their veins, retaliating against the supposed flesh it was trapped inside. Had they gone insane? Did their body finally break down after all these years?

Then it clicked. 

Like an answer to an unholy prayer, Bloody began to hear a faint sound. Something akin to static or snowstorms, yet much more ominous… much more dreadful. Fighting the searing pain in their body, Bloody opened their eyes. Though their vision was growing worse by the second, they could faintly see a black-red figure nearing towards them, humming a faint tune.

Blood Hysteria.

Is this how I die? Devoured by a devil of bloodlust and greed? 

I’ve always hated you. I’ve always hated every word you’ve spoken to me.

If this is how I die…

Then…

…

Mechanical whirring. Chirping appliances. Panicked voices. Rushing faces. 

Is this death?

“Heart rate is steady,” a familiar voice spoke. “The brain is still getting oxygen.”

“What are we looking at?” asked another.

BloodMoney’s vision began to clear. They could finally recognize the scenery surrounding them. They were in the infirmary, with medics carefully watching over them.

“Some broken bones,” a blue-striped Coatl replied, “possible organ damage. Lots of internal bleeding.”

“‘Internal bleeding’?” Echoed a pink Sandsurge. “Isn’t that where it should be?”

All heads slowly turned to look at them.

“…Pinky,” the Coatl sighed. “You’re the reason I can’t sleep at night.”

A door swung open and a green figure stormed inside, stopping before the bed Bloody was sprawled across. 

“A-ah, hello,” a silver-pink Gaoler smiled, nervously bowing their head. “We retrieved them as soon as we could…”

The figure turned to the Coatl. “Dianya.”

“We’re doing our best,” he carefully began, “but it’s uncertain that BloodMoney will make it. We might need to…”

“Then do it,” she growled. “I don’t care what unholy ritual you must commit in order to keep them alive. Do it.”

Dianya quickly nodded. “Then it’ll be done. Santtalgi, get the other mechanics. They’re in the charging port.”

The Gaoler quickly left.

The Coatl had an odd smile on his face, as if he learned he’d be getting an extra present for his birthday. “Senzi, the anesthesia. They’re starting to wake up.”

A silver Coatl nodded and rushed for a tubed mask propped on a rack. 

“‘Morning, sunshine,” Dianya whispered, smirking down at BloodMoney. “How was your little play-date?”

Bloody couldn’t respond. A thick liquid gurgled in their throat.

“Your throat’s all shredded up,” he smiled. “But don’t worry. We’ll make you good as new.”

BloodMoney struggled against the constraints holding them down to the bed. Panicked, they stared at the green figure, silently pleading for an explanation.

“You might wanna leave for this, Mabiya,” Dianya warned her. “It’ll be quite a… messy operation to perform.”

She silently shook her head. Even with her face hidden under a mask, Bloody could feel the seething hate radiating through it. 

“Count to ten, Bloody,” Senzi whispered, gently placing the mask over their snout. She gave them a small, empathetic smile, as if to apologize for what she was doing.

The world began to spin around them, and the last thing they heard was the opening of a door.

Something about their body felt foreign. Their joints didn’t move the same. Their heart beat was a synthetic pulse. What have I become? What did they turn me into?

Am I alive?

Technicians surrounded their bed, watching with bated breath. 

BloodMoney forced their eyes open. Everything had changed. Colors, wavelengths, frequencies, definition, sharpness, things they couldn’t understand. I’m not looking with my eyes.

Every sound could be heard with painful detail.

I’m not living in my own body.

The taste of blood and plastic stained every orifice of their being. Hyper-aware of every atom they controlled. No sensation was truly felt without a synthetic haze spreading over it.

I

am

not

myself

“Hello again,” Dianya whispered, looming over them. His voice sounded like rusted knives grating through flesh. Senzi gave them a small wave. Her body is driven with suffering

The unholy garden’s snake. The one staring directly into their wire-choked soul. Mabiya. It knows what I’ve done.

“They might need to go through a reboot soon,” Dianya explained. “That’s usually the case with newly finished… organic experiments.”

BloodMoney managed to raise one of their arms. Fingers twitched with a metallic fervor, completely unrecognizable to them. What is this? Is this supposed to be my hand?

They sat up. Cords that were supposedly holding them down snapped, which sent the mechanics into a panic. That’s strange… they recognized their faces but knew nothing about the emotions expressed by them. 

“I need to see myself,” BloodMoney stated. This voice isn’t mine, either.

“You need to rest for a bit,” Senzi explained, “we’re still unsure about how stable your… body is, right now.”

It doesn’t matter. This is not my body

BloodMoney crawled off of the bed, mechanical joints whirring and screeching. They just needed to find a mirror. Everyone began yelling at them, trying to stop them, but it all just became noise. Scratching. Bleeding. Rust.

A couple doors down led them to a check-up room with a full-sized mirror. Perfect.

They were almost afraid to see what had become of them. I have to.

Sitting in front of the mirror

showed a hideous reflection

unlike any creature on Sornieth.

Wires pulsing with blood. Patches of rusting metal over rotting skin. Elongated limbs with spindly fingers. Aluminum organs underneath thin layers of peeling steel. A perversion of their true body. A repulsive amalgamation of flesh and metal.

This is not who I am. I can't live like this. I can't live. I can't die. I can’t do anything. 

So many years of my life, thrown away, to be trapped in a metal structure!

I’ve lost so much of myself, my appearance, my flesh, my mind, my sanity!

I’ve been given so much and can’t do anything with it!

It hurts. Everything hurts. But none of it is true. None of it is living pain.

I will never truly be myself again. I will never be anything more.

I can only rot now. Rot and rust.

Rot and rust

Rot and rust

Their body was suddenly grabbed.

[theewokingdead]

Encanto

Pairing: Benny Miller x f!Reader Summary: You encounter Benny while playing a bachelorette party game that involves karaoke. Word Count: 3.4k+ Rating: Teen. Though this fic isn’t explicit, my blog is 18+ only. Warnings: Language. Drinking alcohol. Benny being Benny. Fluff. Puns (it’s Benny; of course, there are puns). Disney. Notes: Totally inspired by the fact I cannot stop singing songs from Encanto. This is pure fan service, and I am the fan. I hope you love this golden retriever of a man as much as I do. Enjoy! If you want to be added to my taglist, join here or just let me know.

Main Masterlist

Sing karaoke with a stranger.

As your eyes silently scan the card, you aren’t sure you’re reading it correctly, feeling like your head is spinning and vision blurring from all the drinks you've consumed. You stare at the letters sitting on the obnoxious hot pink card beneath the words "Bachelorette Dare Card,” wondering if this is real or some sort of nightmare. Although you found the game annoying and even embarrassing at times, you still participated, not wanting to ruin a good friend's party by not joining the festivities. You hadn’t yet opted out of a dare by buying the bride a drink, but now you wonder if this is the right time.

“Hey, Mel!” you shout loud enough for your friend to hear over the music. The dark-haired girl wearing a veiled headband with the word “Bride” on top turns to you. “I think the next one’s on me.”

“Yeah?” Melissa questions, the simple word slurred and spoken louder than probably intended.

You look around the crowded bar. There’s no way you’re going to put all these poor souls through the hell of listening to you sing. That should be classified as cruel and unusual punishment for a crime no one committed. Not to mention, you’re not interested in dragging a stranger down to the pit of shame with you.

“Yeah,” you respond, your mind made up. “Next one’s definitely on me.”

“Oh, c’mon. It can’t be that bad!” Leah, who’s wearing a “Maid of Honor” sash, playfully mocks. “Let me see.” She snatches the card out of your hand before you can respond. “‘Sing karaoke with a stranger.’ Psh! That’s an easy one.”

“Says the one who doesn’t have to make a complete ass of themselves in front of the whole bar,” you respond, somewhat playful but mostly serious.

“That’s the fun of karaoke!” Melissa exclaims.

“Yeah. It’s supposed to be embarrassing. You just have to be drunk enough to not care.” Leah hands you a shot that she hadn’t yet taken. “Drink up!”

“I don’t know…” you begin, but you don’t know what to even say.

“I’ll even help you find someone,” Leah adds. “C’mon!” She beckons you to follow her then disappears into the crowd before you can protest

Looking down at the little cup of liquid courage, you sigh before muttering, “Fuck it.”

After swallowing the contents, you put the glass on a nearby table and follow Leah's trail, catching up to her as she walks up to a table filled with four gorgeous men, each more attractive than the other. They’re laughing about who knows what, eyes crinkled and so lost in whatever they’re talking about that they don’t immediately notice your friend’s presence.

“Boys…,” Leah greets as they quiet down, which gathers their attention. Their postures change as they look up at her, obviously interested in why a beautiful girl is standing in front of their table. However, it seems she only has the full attention of three of the four.

A lone pair of piercing blue eyes fall on you, belonging to a man wearing a dirty and faded green hat backwards, locks of blond hair falling from beneath it and curling around his neck. When you first approached the table, he was sitting with his arms raised, fingers locked on the back of his head, a bright, wide grin on his face as he laughed with the others. Now, his arms fall, the sleeves of his shirt tightly clinging to his muscles as he loosely folds them across his chest, veins bulging in his forearms. Though you try not to meet his gaze for long, his eyes appear innocent and kind, filled with anything but lust as he looks up at you, seeming more like a puppy who just wants your love and attention.

Your stomach does a kickflip and your heart speeds up, but you chalk it up to nerves. There’s no way he’s really looking at you…not like that.

Fuck, he’s adorable though.

“You have our attention, cariño,” a man with olive skin and graying dark hair says, desire in his eyes as he looks up at Leah.

“My friend here” -she gestures to you, and you force a friendly smile, maintaining silence in fear of blurting out something stupid, alcohol leaving you mostly unfiltered- “could really use a favor.”

“Define ‘favor,’” another man, one with short blond hair, calmly demands. He is sitting nonchalantly, his arm resting on the table, his forearm tattoo on full display.

“I need someone to sing with me,” you pipe up, pointing to the stage where a duo is currently singing a terrible rendition of Garth Brook’s “Friends in Low Places,” if you can call mostly yelling unintelligible sounds into a microphone “singing.” “Stupid, I know, but it’s for a dare.”

The blond immediately seems disinterested, snickering at the request, and you really can’t blame him.

Leah shoots you a look, as if to suggest that was the worst possible way to go about it. Do you even know how to talk to men?

“Why don’t you sing something with her, Fish?” the olive-skinned man asks. He pokes the ribs of the guy sitting next to him, one wearing a cap with a Standard Oil logo on the front, his arms crossed as he leans back in his chair and looks down at the table. “I’m sure you know something catchy that’ll get it done.”

“Fuck you, pendejo,” he responds, uncrossing his arms long enough to push him away.

Meanwhile, the blond in the green hat dips his head back and lets out a loud laugh, causing the others to look at him confusedly. When he notices, he asks, “What? Tell me you didn’t do that on purpose. Fish? Catchy? It was perfect.”

Though you didn't grasp the unintentional pun when it was said, you can’t help but smile now that it’s been pointed out. Not to mention, the green-capped blond’s smile is contagious.

Seeming to ignore the blond, the man named Fish turns to his friend and suggests, “Why don’t you do it since you’re so keen on volunteering people?”

“Singing isn’t exactly my forte,” the olive-skinned man replies.

The blond man laughs again. “See! You are doing it on purpose.”

“The fuck I am, man.”

The blond rolls his eyes. “Fine, Pope. Whatever you say,” he concedes. “If you were actually trying, they’d just end up falling flat anyway. Like Fish here if he tried to sing. Everyone knows you can’t tune a fish.”

He is struggling to maintain his composure as he speaks, but he manages to say the words before cracking a smile, obviously proud of himself.

You want to laugh loud, but you keep a hand over your mouth, knowing the others aren't as amused as you are.

“Jesus Christ,” the short-haired blond man says, putting a hand on his forehead and trying to hide his face in apparent shame.

“You done?” Pope questions, seeming irritated.

“Yeah, sure,” the man seems to relent, sitting back in his seat, arms crossed. “Sorry, man. Didn’t mean to strike a chord.”

Fish covers his mouth with the palm of his hand, hiding the amusement he seemed to find in Pope’s annoyance.

“Hey,” you chime in, feigning seriousness. “You should probably give it a rest before you get in treble.”

It takes half a second for the blond to comprehend, but his face quickly changes from puzzled to excited.

“Yes!” he exclaims with a laugh, pointing at you, causing an awkward laugh to escape your lips. “See? She gets it.”

“Since you’re so likeminded, why don’t you help her, Ben?” Pope suggests.

Ben? Is that his name? Is it short for something? Benjamin, maybe? Benedict? Ben. Ben. BEN. It’s so easy to- Damn it! Stop. Bad!

“Seeing as none of you assholes are willing to help, I’d be happy to,” Ben says.

You quickly snap out of your daydream. Surprised, and unsure you heard correctly, you question, “Really?”

He rises from his seat and it’s nearly impossible to ignore how tall he is, how built he is, or just how incredible sexy he looks in jeans.

Flashing you a crooked smile, he assures you, “Yeah, sure. Why not?”

“Don’t pick anything stupid,” you overhear Fish say to him.

“Yeah, yeah. We’ll be sure to pick something you’ll like,” Ben replies, and you swear you can see mischief in his eyes.

“Someone better record this shit,” the short-haired blond mutters.

“Fuck off, Will,” Benny grumbles, causing Will to snicker.

After stepping up to you, he looks at you, and you can see him closely for the first time. His eyes glisten like crystals flashing in the rough while his smile shines as bright on the summer sun. There's just the right amount of stubble on his face, and it takes all your willpower not to touch it, to prove to yourself that he’s real. There's something magical about him, and you're captivated by him.

He gestures for you to start walking, insisting, “Lead the way, sweetheart.”

You feel heat rise in your cheeks, but convince yourself he didn’t mean anything by the pet name. He’s just being nice. You hope he’s nice at least. A guy who knows fishy music puns can’t be bad, right?

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” you remind him.

“I know. I want to.” He seems sincere, so you believe him.

“Thanks,” you reply with a smile, then turn and head toward the front of the bar.

“So…Team Bride, huh?” he questions, gesturing to your shirt as the two of you walk, clearly trying to make conversation. “Bold choice. I’m more of a Team Jacob kind of guy.

You can’t help the laugh that escapes your lips, not expecting to hear any sort of Twilight reference from him. “Oh God. You did not just say that.”

He laughs nervously. “My bad. Team Edward?”

Your laughter continues. “Fifteen years ago, maybe. But God, we are not talking about that stage of my life right now.”

Ben chuckles. “Alright. Maybe another time then. Name’s Benny, by the way.”

Benny… That is so fucking cute. It suits him.

You offer your name as you come to a halt near the DJ booth, staring blankly ahead of you, realizing you have no idea what you’re doing.

“Nice to meet you. Do you know what you want to sing?”  

“I, uh…I hadn’t put any thought into it, actually. I’ve never done this before.”

“Karaoke or karaoke with a stranger?”

“Yes,” you respond with an awkward giggle. “I’ve, uh… Well, to be honest, I really didn’t want to do this. My friends basically bullied me into it.”

“We don’t have to do this then,” Benny offers, seeming concerned. “I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to.”

“No, no. It’s fine,” you insist. “I’ve already made it this far. I just…I didn’t think anyone would want to listen to a dying cat. I mean, I make Yoko Ono sound good.”

Benny laughs. “I’m sure you have a beautiful voice.”

Heat rises in your face once more and you momentarily drop your gaze.

“Besides, karaoke isn’t about singing well,” he adds. “It’s about having fun, right?”

You nod. “I’d hope so.”

He grins. “So, why don’t we make this fun?”

“I can’t say no to that. What do you have in mind?”

Bright, colorful lights shine on the two of you as you stand on the small stage at the front of the bar. Grasping the microphone, you look to Benny. Although you're still a bit nervous, his presence seems to soothe you. You got this – he told you as much before helping you up on the stage, his hand hovering near the small of your back as if prepared to hold you steady if need be.

Benny seems to notice you out of the corner of his eye. He looks at you and throws you a wink that causes the whole left side of his face to scrunch, making the corner of his mouth rise in a crooked smile. It’s so strange, but somehow, he makes you feel like you can conquer anything together.

Could he get any cuter?

Returning a smile, you look at the screen and nod, indicating that you’re ready for the song to begin.

It was a song you knew well, one that seemed to live permanently in your brain ever since you saw the movie Encanto. You couldn’t help but immediately agree without question when he suggested it.

The music begins, and immediately you start to sing.

We don’t talk about Bruno, no, no, no We don’t talk about Bruno…

You’re animated as you sing, waving your hand and wagging your finger towards Benny then the audience. If you have to do this, why not have fun doing it?

But it was my wedding day. (It was our wedding day)

Benny chimes in and you shoot him a sideways glance as if he isn’t supposed to be singing with you.

We were getting ready and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. (No clouds allowed in the sky) Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin (Thunder!)

It's almost impossible not to laugh, his enthusiasm so fun and adorable, but you somehow manage to place a hand on your hip and give him an annoyed look.

You telling this story, or am I? (I’m sorry, mi vida, go on)

The two of you dance to the music as the words effortlessly leave your lips, until finally, you reach the end of the duet.

We don’t talk about Bruno, no, no, no. We don’t talk about Bruno!

You turn and look at each other as you sing the last two lines, giving you the chance to stare deeply into his bold blue eyes. You focus on him, only him, your surroundings fading away, leaving only the two of you together. Music continues to play as you no longer sing along, so lost in him that you don't even notice.

A moment later, you snap back to reality and realize the duet has ended, so you awkwardly place the microphone back in its stand. Shooting him one last glance, you walk off the stage, and before you realize it, you’re at the bar waiting for a drink you don’t even remember ordering, your head reeling from the alcohol and adrenaline pumping through your veins.

Leah joins you at the bar, seemingly in awe. “Am I crazy or did you two have, like, an insane amount of chemistry?”

“I…I don’t know,” you say breathlessly, looking down as the bartender places a drink in front of you. You heart is pounding rapidly, beating furiously against your chest. Did you seriously just do that?

You lose the thread of the conversation, your friend’s praise over your performance falling on deaf ears. All you can hear in your head is Benny’s voice, that deep, resonating voice. All you can see is his smile, bright and infectious, and those beautiful eyes staring back at you in adoration.

“Ooh, I think he’s coming over,” you hear her say as you gulp down your drink, and you have to stop yourself from turning around to look.

You begin to say something to her, wanting to know what to do, but she disappears before you have a chance to say anything. Though you sense a new body beside you at the bar, you don’t immediately turn, waiting for him to acknowledge you first. After he orders a drink, there are several moments of silence, to the point that you wonder if he’ll even say anything. Is he so embarrassed by your performance that he never wants to speak to you again?

“I think you’ll be happy to know that you didn’t sound like a dying cat,” Benny finally says. “At least not to me.”

You chuckle under your breath. When you turn to look at him, he is standing with a hand resting on the bar, his body turned toward you, but not uncomfortably in your space.

“You didn’t sound half-bad either,” you reply, not daring to admit that his voice is as gorgeous as he is.

“I’ve had some practice,” he says casually. “Mostly in the shower.”

You chuckle, but your mind tries to wander to imagining him in the shower. No! Quit it!  “I, uh… I love singing in the shower,” you admit, trying to keep the conversation flowing. “I put on a pretty decent soap opera.”

Benny responds with a hearty laugh. “That’s so stupid. I love it!”

“Thanks,” you say with a soft, shy smile, then take another sip of your drink.

After a moment of silence, he questions, “Do you come to this bar often?”

Pursing your lips to hide yet another smile, you look at him judgingly. “Smooth. Subtle. You totally win,” you respond before allowing your lips to curl into a grin.

“It’s not a competition. But if it was, seeing you smile is the only reward I need.”

It’s so cheesy, but you eat it up. Your stomach seems to do a kick flip, and you’re not quite sure what to think.

“You know, there aren’t many guys who know Disney music, let alone volunteer to sing it,” you state matter-of-factly.

Benny chuckles, then looks down at the bar, trying to formulate his response. “Yeah. I, uh…” He rubs the back of his neck. “My niece… Well, she’s not really my niece. My friend Catfish – Frankie. He has a little girl. Lucía. I help him out with her from time to time, try to give him a break whenever I can. It’s one of the ways I repay him for helping me train.”

“Train?”

“Yeah. I, uh… Well, I’m a cage fighter. I fight, and I teach people how to fight.”

“Oh!” you say in surprise. “Wow… That’s, um…” You’re flustered. A mix martial artist that’s very likely wrapped around a little girl’s finger? He really can’t get any hotter. “That’s impressive. I take it you train to a lot of princess music then.”

“Would you be surprised if I said ‘I’ll Make a Man Out of You’ from Mulan is my top track on Spotify?”

“You’re kidding!”

He laughs. “Yeah, I am. But if it was up to Lucía, it probably would be. She eats, sleeps, and breathes princesses. Don’t know how or why considering she’s been raised around a ring with four guys, but yeah… Encanto is her current obsession, and it annoys the hell out of Fish. He can’t escape it.”

“Not even at a bar, where he likely expected it least,” you speculate aloud. “That’s so fantastically evil.”

Benny grins proudly. “I think we have a lot in common,” he notes. “You think I can buy you a drink sometime?”

“You can buy me one now,” you offer, gesturing to your nearly empty drink. “But honestly? If you’re asking me on a date, I’m kind of over the whole ‘Let’s get drinks’ thing.”

“Alright,” he acknowledges. “Instead of ‘Let’s get drinks’ how about we skip to the real test?”

“The real test?” you question, obviously intrigued by what he has in mind.

“Yeah. Let’s see if we can last a day at Disney World together.”

Now that is one hell of a test.

“Depends,” you reply, trying to hide your excitement. “Which park are we talking?”

Benny raises an eyebrow. “Is this a test before the test?”

You shrug. “Let’s call it a pop quiz. See if you’re ready or have some work to do.”

“No pressure then, huh?” Bowing his head, he seems to think about it. When he looks back at you, he proposes, “I’m thinking we start the day at Magic Kingdom because, you know, it’s a given. You can’t go to Disney World and not experience Magic Kingdom. We’ll scream our heads off as we ride Thunder Mountain, eat churros every hour, and ride the teacups until we can’t see straight. Then maybe we hop on over to Epcot for dinner, drink around the world a little, and end the night with fireworks.”

Despite knowing there was no double meaning behind the suggestion, you tease him anyway, with a sly smile on your face “Fireworks, huh? We’ll see about that.”

Benny blushes. “No, I uh-”

You giggle at how flustered he seems to be, then interrupt, “I’m in.”

He lights up the room with his smile. “Yeah? When are you free?”

“What are you doing next Saturday?”

He shrugs, acting casual. “Going to Disney with you.”

A big, stupid grin slides onto your face. You bite your lip and give him a single nod. “It’s a date.”

[dreamkidddream]

Hey, for your 800 special, could you write a Megumi Fushiguro with Prompt 13 - Accidental confession, please? Thanks!! 💞

Did y’all see the movie yet cause OMGGGGG IT WAS SO GOOD‼️‼️ and the end credits song>>>>>>😩 okay sorry for rambling lmao. Also just noticed that Megumi had different eye colors (blue in the anime and green in the manga), so I just went with the manga (and also cause I like green). Reader is gender neutral!

CW: minor language

“Accidental Confession” Trope with Megumi!

Dream’s 800 Follower Special 📖

“i just don’t get wht u like so much abt him (Y/N)!”

“I mean I get it but at the same time…I don’t. He’s kinda boring ngl”

You shouldn’t have to explain yourself- but if this is the hill you die on, then this is the hill you die on, proudly. Defending your crush on Megumi was the mission right now, and you will succeed.

“Megumi is not boring- just say you have bad taste in men and go”

You didn’t know where to start- it was just so much to say. Megumi is just so pretty that even thinking about it now has you distracted. You were so jealous of how his eyelashes frame his emerald eyes that you would get lost in so much, the walks back to the dorms that you would cherish so much, how your heart would race at the rare chance of seeing him smile- you feel so childish kicking your feet and rolling around in your bed at the butterflies in your stomach. Were you being clowned in your group chat on a daily basis? Yes, but it was worth it to feel the high that he always gave you.

You ending up getting a text from Megumi. Him texting this late wasn’t new, but it didn’t stop your heart from skipping a beat. Here you were, grinning ear to ear as you and Megumi just talked about anything- upcoming missions, Yuji and Nobara sharing one brain cell, Gojo being Gojo- just anything that came to mind. You kept switching back between his messages and the group chat, still justifying your feelings in one and annoying the person in the other.

With graduation nearing, so was the window for you to confess, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Every time you thought about it, you could only imagine the worst case scenarios and your stomach would twist and turn at them. You couldn’t risk pushing him away, but you would never forgive yourself if you didn’t tell him. He’s a powerful sorcerer- no doubt he’ll get sent overseas for missions like Yuta was- and you can’t live with the regret of never knowing what it could’ve been if you did tell him. Why did love have to be so confusing?

Well you didn’t have to worry anymore, as that day came sooner than expected- and to your horror.

“LOOK I can’t help it if I’m in love with Megumi okay??”

“…”

“Is this a joke?”

“HAHA very funny- y’all were just clowning me and calling me a simp for Megs. You guys tell me to shut up everytime I profess my love for him lol so why would this be a joke”

“(Y/N).”

“Are you being serious right now?”

“This isn’t some kind of prank?”

“Did Yuji put you up to this?”

“Look I joke about a lot of stuff but loving him is not on that list and never will be y’all know that”

“…”

The bubbles kept appearing and disappearing until they were gone. Why weren’t they responding? Now you were starting to feel annoyed-

Until your phone vibrated once more and your mix of annoyance and confusion turned into sheer and utter dread.

Those messages did not appear in the group chat- instead they were sent to the one person that was never suppose to see them.

Oh no.

It felt like an ice cold bucket of water poured over right and seeped into your veins. You couldn’t move, only staring in terror at the fact that you made the one mistake that could ruin your life. It fully didn’t process until you saw that he did read the message- and that the read receipt was from more than ten minutes ago. Meaning he saw it- Megumi Fushiguro now knows that you like him as more than just a close friend, and hasn’t responded.

You wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole- even getting swallowed by a curse sounds better than having to face this! Maybe if you ask now, you can beg Gojo to send you to wherever Yuta is at- anywhere that wasn’t here.

But trying to joke about it didn’t stop tears of frustration welling in your eyes. How could you be so stupid? Not only did you make things awkward between you, but now it’s a chance that you could’ve lost him forever, no longer having that special bond and instead having to distance yourselves because of your carelessness. Now you’re being rejected and losing someone dear to you in the process, and it’s all your fault-

Your phone was vibrating and audibly gasped. The phone felt like it was burning your hand and you were so close to throwing your phone against the wall. The screen displayed a photo of you and Megumi together, him looking away while you pulled at his cheeks, a bright smile donning your face and a light pink donning his cheeks. This had to be your favorite photo, and you would have continued to admire it if you didn’t remember that he was calling you. You almost threw your phone at the wall.

You didn’t want to answer it- you wanted to go to sleep and just pretend that any of this never happened, that this was all some sort of nightmare. Maybe you could play it off as a joke after all, like a “wrong text” prank or something? It could work- but at the same time, you know that it wouldn’t be fair to him.

You felt sick when you tapped the green icon.

Your mouth got instantly dry, your hands were sweating, the prickling sensation in your skin only worsen-

“Hello?”

“Um…hey, Megumi.”

“Hey.”

Then it was silent again. Your mind was racing trying to figure out what to do, what to say- should you play dumb? Should you lie and say that it was a joke? Should you just apologize and cut ties with him now to save him the trouble-

“Are you really telling the truth?”

This was the moment that could change everything. Anything that you say now will change the course of your relationship, whether for the best or the worst.

“Do you-“ You heard him swallow, and you can just imagine how conflicted he looked right now- how embarrassed he probably is. You would only catch him like this a handful of times, and while you would savor it and try to tease him, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it in this moment. “Do you really feel that way about me?”

Your words were caught in your throat, your mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. He sounds so…nervous?

“I-“

Now or never, (Y/N).

You steeled your nerves and sealed your fate.

“I do. I really do. I just- I was going to tell you but I didn’t want to mess anything up between us. I’m so sorry if I ruined our friendship and I understand if you don’t want to be friends anymore.” You rambled on, trying to calm your shaky breathing and put on a brave face, even if this is tearing your heart apart piece by piece.

Megumi didn’t say anything for what seemed like forever, and you just wanted to scream into your pillow and cry yourself to sleep. You felt numb, and you could only think about how you both would practically be strangers because of this-

“Can I come see you?”

You would be lying if you didn’t feel a spark of heat shoot through you, only to be replaced by the miserable feeling. He just wants to talk things through one last time before parting ways- you didn’t want to do that, you never will- but if it meant being able to soak in the warmth of being in love with him for the final time, then so be it.

—

You weren’t expecting him to get here so fast.

Standing outside of your dorm was Megumi. His appearance was a bit disheveled, like he just threw something on and came as soon as possible, yet he still looked graceful as ever. You started to believe that maybe he did rush here, especially with how pink his cheeks were.

“Can I come in?”

You wordlessly stepped aside to let him by, the door clicking shut. The atmosphere felt tense and it was too quiet, and you had no idea how to fix it, or if there was a way to fix it. Just get on with it please Megumi, you thought. For the both of our sakes.

You kept averting your eyes from his own, not wanting to get sucked back into something you find yourself lost in every day. Until he cleared his throat and said your name so softly that your heart almost stopped. You took a deep breath in, and locked eyes with his own, balling your fists into your shirt.

“I-“

You couldn’t stop squeezing your eyes shut, not wanting to cry in front of him.

“I feel the same way.”

What? You didn’t hear him correctly, did you?

Your eyes shot open, mouth agape, disbelief written across your face. He felt the same way?

“It didn’t feel right to tell you this over the phone.” Megumi rubbed the back of his neck, now averting his own gaze from yours. He cursed under his breath, and his face scrunched up, “And I thought Yuji put you up to this, so I needed to see for myself that you weren’t lying.”

“Why would Yuji have anything to do with this?”

“Because- he knew that I had feelings for you and wouldn’t stop bothering me about it. I thought this was his plan that he wouldn’t shut up about.” He sucked his teeth, and it sounded like he called him an idiot- or himself with how frustrated he looked.

You couldn’t believe it- Megumi had feelings for you this whole time? He wasn’t rejecting you?

You weren’t going to lose him.

“I shouldn’t have waited so long to say something but- I just needed to be sure.” He trailed off, and his cheeks look even rosier than before. Now would be the time that you teased him, but you could only think about how much your heart was fluttering, the warmth making you feel like you were on cloud nine.

Your feet carried you before your mind processed it, and you ran straight into Megumi’s arms. He let out a grunt, and you’re sure his face has to be too red to try and hide anymore, but he made sure to catch you. His hold on you was light, but you could feel how much he stiffened up.

With each breath he took, he relaxed. You could feel how quick his heart was beating (just as quick as yours) in your ears, but yours was the pure euphoria you’ve were feeling just being in his arms finally.

There wasn’t much left to be said, and even if the future remained unknown, you didn’t want to leave his side ever.

And giving you a light squeeze, Megumi found himself feeling the same.

[lokiskitten]

hello i love ur works omg idk if ur still accepting reqs or suggestions regarding ur stepdad! tom imagines but what abt an imagine in which tom attempts to end the secret affair between him and the reader and then the reader is heartbroken so she gets herself a boyfriend which makes tom jealous then smut ?? idk HAHAHA tyyy

Tom Hiddleston | forbidden behavior

Stepdad!Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader

plot : around a week after your stepfather called it off regarding the bond you two had developed, you are caught hanging out with a couple of friends in a café. Noticing his presence outside of the building, you decide to join him only to receive the most peculiar lecture of your life.

warnings : stepdad!trope, stepdad x stepdaughter intercourse, jealousy, slight physical abuse, kissing, crotch groping, handjob.

A week had passed since your stepfather had decided to end the relationship the two of you had progressively developed behind your mother’s back. You obviously took this as betrayal, an unnecessary decision which easily led you to develop hatred for the older man- especially after he had managed to convince you that the moments you spent together filled him with as much bliss as it did for you. But these times were now over, and your first mission easily became to avoid him as soon as you penetrated inside of your own home. Before your mother, both you and Tom were obviously forced to make an effort in order to keep your secret on the low- scared that any suspicious behavior would lead your past to come flashing under the lights of the projectors.

On a warm Friday evening, you had decided to stop by a café with a couple of your friends in order to celebrate the end of the week. Within this group stood Trystan, a boy you had finally agreed on offering a chance after breaking up with Thomas. He was nice and well educated, a mass of long black hair covering the top of his head as well as his neck. The young man also brought home plenty of nice grades, which could only be a green flag to your high expectations holding self- adding up to how he had offered to help with your mathematics homework after school. Now this was a proposition you jumped on immediately, but which you knew wouldn’t be able to take place within the walls of your house- and that due to your dragon of a stepfather.

Being too busy laughing with your classmate, you hadn’t noticed Tom’s presence outside of the café, his body leant against his car as he watched you fall for someone else. In fact, he had been following you on your way back home from college nearly every day of the week- satisfying the weird obsession he held for your younger self and easing his crippling anxiety and possessive behaviors. Seeing you with another man couldn’t have driven him more upset, his fists clenching out of pure anger within the pockets of the suit he wore for work. Minutes passed by, and the older man remained leant against his car whilst growing more and more impatient regarding the sweet words and touches you appeared to offer the black haired boy. These touches he knew so well were meant to be his, and this overall sight easily led the adult to regret ever breaking it off with you.

When your head finally looked up in order to divert through the open doors of the café, your heart tightened upon witnessing the stern silhouette of your stepfather waiting against his car. Embrassement and fear progressively started to fill your organism, face decomposing whilst your friends continued to laugh with one another. Thankfully, it didn’t take long until Trystan noticed the way your mood had unexpectedly yet drastically changed. “Hey, Y/n?? You’re okay?” He asked on a concerned tone, his empathy leading your stomach to grow a couple of more knots at the thought of your stepdad witnessing such a scene. “Yeah..I’m fine. I think I’ll be going home now.” you responded politely, catching all of your mates off guard though none of them did a thing to hold you back. They could tell you appeared sick and pale.

“Take care.” Lizzie purred out as you swung your bag over your shoulder, the group’s curious eyes following your silhouette which exited through the door of the café only to end up joining an older man who stood nowhere far from here. Swallowing your saliva, you attempted your best to keep a rather proud expression on your face in order to push Tom a bit closer to the edge. You were aware that he absolutely despised it whenever you held an attitude. “Hi.” Your briefly said, not fighting the situation as your feet immediately started to lead you towards the other side of the car. “Who’s that guy you were with?” Tom immediately asked as he got into the driver’s seat, slamming the door shut behind him. You mimicked his gestures, and the two of you were now sat in the front of his vehicle.

“Just a friend. Why is it important anyway?” You answered harshly, leading your stepdad’s anger to rise above the edge. “Right.” He responded coldly, both of his hands firmly holding onto the steering wheel as he began to drive away from the café. Silently, you watched the way his veins popped out of his skin due to the pressure applied onto his palm- the way his jaw clenched easily matching with his overall tensed and aggressive behavior. Without showing any form of weakness, you simply decided to behave as if you were indifferent face to this situation. You couldn’t exactly tell where Tom was taking the two of you, but even after your breakup you still trusted him well enough not to bring any harm to your fragile mind and body.

You felt surprised and confused to watch him park his car in a nearly empty parking lot, the upset male obviously seeking intimacy for the peculiar lecture he was about to give you. But again, he remained unexpectedly silent, his jaw and chest being the only parts of his body which remained in action. He couldn’t appear to find proper words, though was he truly seeking any? Gathering your courage to take the first step, your lips parted shyly, a single word barely getting enough time to come out of your mouth before you were violently cut off by your stepfather. “Tom-“ you began, body jumping due to the man’s unexpected and quite violent reaction. His palm had collided with the steering wheel, as if the only sound of your voice made him remember about what he had seen back at the café. It was the first time you ever saw him behave in such a way. Usually, he was always calm, friendly. Anger wasn’t an emotion he often felt the need to summon.

“What were you thinking?!” He blamed, the accusations penetrating your ears and leaving your poor mind clueless regarding what he was referring to. All you could tell was that his tone carried hatred, and that therefore his overall body was probably full of this exact same wrath. “Tell me, what were you thinking?” He repeated, this time on a slightly softer tone though this unwelcome touch of dominance remained. Pressing his head back against the seat as air escaped his lips, you finally found the strength to step forward and explain yourself. “He’s just a friend from college. He doesn’t stand up next to you.” You promised, the words escaping your lips as if you two had never put an end to your inappropriate relationship in the first place. “I think about you every day. I think of us.” You added, growing hopeful face to how your words appeared to progressively calm him down.

Tom’s head turned towards yours, ocean blue eyes locking with your unique orbs as the empty parking lot made it feel as if the world around you had stopped. The way his chest moved up and down as he breathed led something to rise within your soul- a sensation you hadn’t felt for over a week... ever since he had decided to put an end to your affair. His veiny hand moved up to your cheek, fingers brushing against your cheekbone before he took the initiative to delicately push a bit of your hair behind your ear. “I don’t want you to see this boy again... ever. You’re mine. My property.” He spoke gently though asserted dominance, allowing you to loose yourself in his soothing tone. However, his head was soon to tilt to the left, his upper body moving closer to yours in order to steal a kiss.

You understood the signals and moved forward as well, his hand still on your cheek as your lips collided against one another’s. His jaw roamed air as Tom took the initiative to intensify the kiss, enjoying this moment after he had been craving the taste of your flesh ever since he took the stupid decision that was ending it all between the two of you. Within a matter of weeks, you had managed to make your own stepfather crazy about you and your aura, your body, flaws and qualities. And whilst Tom continued to enjoy the taste of your lips, your nostrils were filled with bliss as they were finally allowed to breath in his cologne again, a smell you had terribly missed. No scent could’ve potentially replaced the infamous perfume that was your stepfather’s and which you had grown used and attached to through your multiple intercourses.

Growing more and more heated, you took the initiative to slide your hand down until his crotch, fingers tightening against the thick material of his suit which allowed you to feel his prominent bulge through his pants. Tom groaned out of satisfaction as you began to massage his flaccid length which had yet to harden through his trousers, hips buckling upwards just so slightly as if his crotch desired to remain stuck to your palm forever- and that through the help of a denser contact. The warmth which emitted from his groin felt delightful under your bare fingers, a sensation which could only make you crave for more. And so did he. Keeping his lips against yours, your stepfather proceeded to slide both his hands down between his thick thighs, digits unbuttoning and unzipping his pants in a rush which finally allowed you to penetrate within his intimacy.

Sliding past the elastic of his briefs, your hand was soon to come in contact with the slightly hardened member which resided down Tom’s pants. This once he moaned, the vibrations penetrating inside of your moist cavity before his tongue slid inside of your mouth. You were soon to hold up a rather satisfying pace, rubbing up and down his shaft and stopping only when you felt the need to offer him some extra pleasure by giving attention to his testicles. The male broke the buccal contact to collide against his seat, eyelids shutting close as you carried on leading his cock towards orgasm. His member had now hardened properly, revealing his true and generous length which had recently been pulled out of his pants. Just like before, Tom found pleasure in thrusting his hips upwards and participating to the intercourse a bit more than he already was.

“That little boy of yours.. is his cock this big?” Your stepdad asked through seethed teeth, having trouble finding his words due to his clenched abdomen and twitching nutsack. “No...” you responded, being slightly out of breath due to the heated kiss you shared earlier. Hearing these satisfying words coming out of your mouth, the older man couldn’t help but raise his shirt in a hurry before white semen began to sprint out of his overly sensitive urethra, his shaft twitching and contracting in order to propel the sperm out of his crotch. You bit down onto your lower lip face to such a delightful sight, hand moving down to his testicles in order to praise them one last time. This move made your stepfather shiver. You two had finally found yourselves, and it wasn’t any time soon that the older man would ever agree to let go of you again.

“And as you can see... I’m not dead”- all jokes but yes, I am alive and giving the people what it wants😭 I’m sorry if it isn’t very good tho🥺 I hope y’all are taking care!

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