#just them and the void chilling in the dark like this is fine

[sleepdeprived-idiot]

ok but why is there a lifeblood area in the abyss

is there a higher being in there? why the door? did the pale King know its there before sealing the place? did he put it there? was the door closed before the infanticide?

if there's a lifeblood creature, is it just chilling with the void? is it a conscious being? are the two aware of each other? who was there first?

[weasleyreidstyles]

Serendipity

chapter four

summary: it was only meant to be a purely transactional relationship. he would help her strengthen her abilities in return for her getting his friends out of his father's nasty path. he didn't mean to fall for her, but loving her was the easiest thing in his dark world.

no use of y/n, but your general nickname is Meadow. All characters are aged up to be over 18.

pairings: mattheo riddle x fem!ravenclaw reader; platonic!slytherins x fem!reader; platonic!golden trio x fem!reader

warning(s): fainting, hospitals, talk of dark magic and curses

series masterlist; previous part; next part

Mattheo guided you to an empty carriage with his palm gently grazing the small of your back. If you were in your right state of mind, you'd shove his hand away. Probably.

But at that moment, he was the only person holding you upright. You had no idea what was wrong with you, what this overwhelming feeling was.

It's just the adrenaline, tesoro. It'll pass. Theo had barely spoken to you since school started, not including the few nights you'd been on patrol with him late at night or in Ancient Runes and Transfiguration. Everytime you interacted with Mattheo he seemed to become agitated, as though it wasn't his idea to have his best friend teach you control.

You sat in the far corner of the carriage silently as they deliberated what to do about the necklace that was floating between you all, and for some reason you felt an odd tingling, cold sensation wash over you as it came closer to you.

"Should we take it to Snape? Or straight to Dumbledore?" Zabini asked as he used his wand to rotate the antique, looking at it with distaste. Theo and Mattheo seemed to debate this as Enzo nodded in agreement immediately.

"No we take it to Madame Pomfrey." Pansy injects. "She's going to need to see what cursed Katie. So she knows how to heal her."

"She could've died." you say quietly into the warmth of your scarf. They all turn to stare at you. "The necklace is famously doused with a death curse. Over a few dozen muggles supposedly died instantly when they touched it with their bare hands. Had she not had her gloves on, she would have died."

They look stricken, as if this had not occurred to them at all. The air in the carriage went frigid, suddenly. And not because of the chill.

"All the more reason to get it to Dumbledore." Zabini insists, but you vehemently disagreed.

"No, Pans is right. Madame Pomfrey needs to see the necklace. I doubt she'll be able to treat Katie here, Hogwarts won't have the necessary resources for this sort of thing."

Zabini seemed to think on this and in the end you all agreed; when you reached the Hospital Wing where Katie Bell was writhing helplessly in a bed, you all but collapsed into Mattheo's awaiting arms.

~∞~

You've discovered that fainting is an odd sensation. One moment you felt fine, fine enough to function normally at least, then the next minute everything is a hazy void of nothing.

You wake up in a bed in the hospital wing, Hermione next to you, reading a muggle novel with a furrowed brow. She jolts up when she sees that you're conscious.

"You're awake. I'll get Madame Pomfrey, hold on." And she's off down the aisle of warded beds, back seconds later with the matron in tow.

Madame Pomfrey fusses over you for a moment, asking you all the generic questions, that you answer only with half-truths, before leaving you alone with Hermione once again when you answered sufficiently enough.

"How do you really feel?" your best friend asked, her face full of worry. "Harry and Ron wanted to be here, Ginny too, but they have Quidditch practice."

"I feel like I got hit over the head with a hammer." you say, your voice rough and hoarse. "What even happened? The last thing I remember is walking into the Hospital Wing."

"Nott said you passed out when you came to hand the necklace in. Riddle got you settled into bed and let Madame Pomfrey do her work. But she hasn't said what is implicitly wrong with you." she explained and you stared up at her incredulously.

"But I only fainted? It's not that serious, is it?" your anxiety spikes and, not intentionally, you blocked out Hermione's voice in order to get some answers.

I hear helped me into bed? I could've sworn you don't have a nice bone in your body, guess I was wrong.

You're awake. He sounds surprised...relieved.

Obviously or I wouldn't be communicating with you right now, would I?

Funny. His voice is filled with mirth at your sarcastic response. How do you feel, sweetheart?

Do you want the lie I told so that I could leave the Hospital Wing quicker, or the real answer?

I'd hope that all the time we've spent in each other's presence would warrant the truth, Meadow.

I feel like shit, Mattheo. I don't even know what caused it, I felt fine when we were in the carriage.

Did you? He doesn't believe you.

I mean– I think so, I– My arm doesn't hurt as much. Do you think that has something to do with it?

Maybe. Is Granger still with you?

Yes, why?

No reason.

Mattheo?

He doesn't give you a response.

Hermione is snapping her fingers in your face and calling your name as if she'd been doing it for a hot minute.

"Are you sure you're alright?" she asks, concern written all over your face.

"You know, I feel a little fatigued, I might try and sleep it off." you feel like the worst person in the world for lying to your best friend, but you want answers, and Mattheo seemed like the only person who would be brutally honest with you.

"Alright. I'll come back tomorrow with the others if you're still here after lessons are over." she smiles at you and guilt eats away at your chest.

"Thank you for staying with me, Mione." She squeezes your hand affectionately before she stands up and leaves you alone.

~∞~

Half an hour later it's not Mattheo who comes to visit like you secretly hoped for (but you were denying this to yourself vehemently). Instead Professor Dumbledore walks into the Wing with his usual grace and grandure.

"Good evening, Miss Meadows." he says cheerily as he stands before you bed. "May I sit?"

Bewildered, you nod your head silently.

"There's no need for the confusion," he says, clearly using Occlimency on you. "I see you have a good grasp on your mind. When did you learn to do this?"

"I like to learn new things." you say, brows furrowing at him as he gets comfortable in the plush seat beside your bed. He hums at your answer, rubbing his chin with the fingers of his good hand.

"I believe you experienced something rather....odd this afternoon." he began, his usually twinkling eyes holding an emotion that you could not place. "Can you describe it to me?"

"Um...I guess it started when we got closer to Katie and Leanne-" you start before cutting yourself off. "Actually, how is she? Katie? What happened to her?"

Dumbledore sighs as he answers.

"She was taken to St. Mungo's for treatment. They have far better equipped staff for dealing with dark curses. Poppy does not do that sort of healing."

"But she'll be okay?" you ask.

"She'll live, miraculously." he says before he focuses on you again. "Now back to you, Miss Meadow."

"Right. We were walking down the lanes, behind them and then I think they had stopped walking while they were arguing and it felt like an eery shift in the air. I don't know how else to describe it but then Katie touched the necklace and went up into the air. When she started screaming that's when Matt– Riddle– that's when Riddle and his friends turned up behind us. Enzo and Blaise went to find Hagrid and Ron, Theo and Riddle helped pull her down. I tried to help but when I touched her, my arm started to burn." you can fell the sting like a phantom now that you think about the pain.

"Interesting." he says as he pulls an old signet ring from his deep robe pocket, holding it out for you to take. "Can you tell me what you feel when you touch this, please?"

You do as he says and take the ring into your hands. Twisting it around your fingers, allowing your magic begins to swirl around it before it burns your fingers. You drop it in an instant. That same cold, tingling feeling you felt when Blaise rotated the necklace washed over you right afterward.

"It's cursed?" you asked, looking up at the Headmaster for confirmation, who is staring at you with knowing, inquisitive eyes.

"Something like that, yes." he says, his decaying hand twitches in response.

"Is that why your hand is like...that?" you ask, motioning to the appendage.

"Yes, rather nasty isn't it?" he says, tucking his hand away from your prying eyes. "I'm not sure what it is cursed by, but that is why I have asked Harry to befriend Professor Slughorn. I believe it has something to do with Lord Voldemort and Horis is the key to everything.

He ignores the way you instinctively flinch at the name. But thats when you notice that the ring that is still on your bed, holds the Riddle insignia. Mattheo's family crest.

"Sir, what's wrong with me?" you croak, as you turn the ring in your hands once again, letting your magic wash over it and dropping it into your lap when it zaps you with another stinging burn.

Professor Dumbledore removes the ring from your possession as he answers carefully.

"You're an incredibly smart witch, Miss Meadows." he states. "Professor Snape tells me of your incredible non-verbal abilities, and am I correct in assuming that you are also talented with wandless magic?"

You flush at this. "Yes sir."

"It is no surpise to me that your magic picks up on things that other witches and wizards may not." he says, tilting his head at you. "I believe you would make a good Unspeakable in the future, my dear. Or perhaps a curse breaker."

"What?" you ask, completely muddled by how cryptic he seemed to become. "Why do you say that? Shouldn't I be worried that I can somehow detect dark magic?"

"On the contrary...I believe it will be the most important skill you learn in this life."

With that note, he stands and with a simple goodbye leaves you lying alone in the bed with a thousand thoughts running through your head.

None of them bringing you any closer to a solid answer to the biggest questions you have:

Why the hell can you sense dark magic? Why did it cause your skin to burn? Why did it cause you to lose your grasp on consciousness?

~∞~

aaand the plot thickens...🤭🤭🤭

this was quite short but there will be more mattheo and meadow moments to come in the next one i promise xxx

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[red-writes]

On a dark and stormy night

professor! izuku midoriya x student! reader

summary: reader is in love with her professor and izuku is weak when it comes to you...

content contains: daddy kink, spanking, squirting, smut, the nickname 'little girl', reader gets her back blown out.

red's note: a little darker than what I typically write also am I slowly developing a daddy kink? who knows

it's pouring outside but you're not willing to turn around now. your hair is sticking to your face, your jeans are clingy and cold and you can't seem to rid yourself of the chill that the poor weather brings you. your finger hovers over the doorbell, hand shaking as you decide to press the small button. you've been to his house so many times but it feels different right now, feels like you're making a mistake. the lightning that cracks in the sky makes you jump and almost solidifies that gut feeling as truth but as you're about to turn around the door opens.

"y/n?" he asks, then he gasps and pulls you inside. his house is warm and yet you still don't stop shivering.

"you're soaking wet-- how did you get here?" he asks as he runs to the sofa and drapes you in a blanket, every time you've come to his house he always drove you seeing as he lived further than any professor on campus. he ushers you from the doorway after you kick off your shoes and you don't open your mouth to respond, instead you grab his arm and he halts in his tracks.

"are you okay? what's going--" his words get caught in his throat as he witnesses you. you've dropped the blanket onto the floor and you begin undoing the clasp on the front of your top before it slides off your shoulders.

"'m cold professor.." you say, voice small and izuku swallows hard as you unbutton your jeans, sliding them down your thighs before kicking them away. you unhook your bra and let your breasts free for deku's eyes to swallow whole.

"please warm me up" you plead as you reach for his hand and place it on your hot mound. izuku swallows yet again and his mouth is held open for a moment before he speaks, shocked at your bold display.

"you don't know what you're doing..what you're asking me to do" he says, but doesn't move his hand.

"don't you want me professor?" you look down at the erection poking against the fabric of his sweatpants. "it looks like you do"

he shakes his head 'no' but again makes no move to push you away and so you walk closer to him, so close that your chests are pressed against each other and he sucks in a breath, he can feel how hard your nipples are through the thinness of his t-shirt. he can't do this, he shouldn't do this. you're his student, someone who admires and looks up to him by indulging in this he would be way out of bounds. he could lose his job, he could lose everything.

"y/n..you're just confused. I know, after having those conversations about your life growing up and your father not really being there for you, having a person like me step into that role has you wanting to cling onto me, to have me fill the void of your dad but I'm not him and we shouldn't be doing this. if you leave now, I'll forget it ever happened. I'll pretend I never saw you like this" he states, firmly although his voice wavers when he feels your wetness soak his fingers from over your panties.

"fine" you say and pull away from him, izuku is relieved, thinking you've finally come to your senses but instead you pull down your underwear and kick them to the side, you bend over the back of his couch and spread your pussy lips open for him to see.

"you're right professor, I want you to be my daddy." you turn your head behind you to look at him and your fingers find your clit as you rub circles onto the twitching bud. "professor, don't you want to be my daddy? please say yes daddy...I need you" you moan and izuku's cock drips pre-cum into his underwear, cock hard and pulsing at your words. his feet are glued to the floor but his eyes are focused on every sway of your hips, every press of your fingers onto your clit.

"daddy, please, come fuck me daddy" you whine as you slip two fingers in your soaking cunt and begin fucking yourself with them. izuku curses under his breath and walks over to you taking your fingers out your cunt, he uses that same arm to pull you up and he smashes his mouth against yours. your hands are quick to find the band of his of sweatpants and shoving the grey fabric down his thighs, just enough to expose his cock. you lean back over the couch and he strokes his cock a few times before pressing the reddened mushroom tip against your fluttering hole. in one even thrust he's fully seated inside of you. the girth of his cock had your hands squeezing the back of the couch for dear life. every thrust he gave you felt like he was knocking the wind straight out of your lungs.

"does my little girl like that? does she love the feeling of her daddy's cock stretching her out?" and your cunt squeezes around his cock at the sound of the nickname falling from his lips.

"yes daddy!" you cry and he does as you ask, his thrusts become harder, rocking your body forward and his cock grinds against that soft spot inside your cunt, making your eyes roll as his fat tip assaults it with ease. he slaps your ass and the sting has your cunt squeezing his cock like a vice and izuku nearly cums at the feeling. he raises his hand and slaps your ass again, this time you cum from the burning sensation left behind on your ass cheek. your eyes roll back into your head and your body trembles underneath him as your orgasm washes over you. but he doesn't stop, he keeps spanking you until your ass is raw and bruised just so he can feel that vice-like grip on his cock. you're well past overstimulated, the feeling of getting your cunt fucked on top of having your ass spanked until it was painful had yet another orgasm drawn out of you a rush of liquid shot out of your cunt and onto the man behind you as well as the floor.

"no..stop daddy 'm squirting! stop stop aah!" you cried but he didn't, he couldn't, not when the girl he'd been lusting after for months finally forces his hand. not when he was so close to cumming. izuku looked up from the place where you two met and looked at your fucked-out face, eyes hazy with drool dripping out the side of your mouth. with a mumbled 'fuck' he felt his balls tighten as he came. his hips didn't stop immediately, his thrusts were shallow and he laid on top of you as he finished emptying his load into you.

he only moved off of you when he felt himself soften inside of you. when he pulled away a mixture of your cum dripped out of you and onto the floor beneath you.

"let's get you cleaned up" he says and you stand back up on wobbly legs and walk until you sit on the couch. he follows you and you pull him by his t-shirt to the floor in front of you and it's clear what you want him to do.

"daddy will you eat your little girls pussy, please?"

izuku gulps. his eyes dart from your eyes to your swollen, ruined cunt. his cock was already beginning to swell with blood once more. you were dangerous but izuku just couldn't resist you.

[littlemissthunderstorms]

paperwork

tbhc au

soft dom alex x reader

as a ceo of tbhc, work can get stressful. sometimes you just need a distraction! (hint hint being eaten out from under your desk)

———

“5 new engines for the ships. i need them on monday….. what?” you spoke into the receiver. “fine. tuesday. no later than that.” you rolled your eyes, mumbling your routine “goodbyes” and “thank you’s” before you slammed the phone down.

you sighed, leaning your head back in your chair as you gazed out of the floor to ceiling windows that adorned your office. an overwhelming pile of paperwork for new various technological advances crowded your desk, you needed a break. stars shimmered in the void that stretched on and on, sometimes giving you the chills. most times the galactic scene outside of your windows would cure your mind fog, leaving you to admire the vast darkness decorated by swirls and stars.

your thoughtful little daze ended abruptly when the phone on your desk rang out. “tranquility base hotel and casino, how may i help you?”

“yeah this is alex. i have a complaint. why the fuck is there so much paperwork for these goddamn rocket ships?”

you scoffed, kicking your feet up onto the desk. “i don’t know, but i’m exhausted. i think my hair might fall out from all the stress.” you ran your fingers through your hair, head slumping back in your chair again.

alex chuckled from the other line, his laugh forming a soft smile across your lips. “hey, um can i come by your office real quick?” you could practically hear his smirk through the receiver. “sure….we’ve got work do to though so make whatever you’re doing quick.”

without a response, he hung up on you. you put the phone down and resumed filling out the sheets of paper that piled up on your desk.

a few moments later alex gave a quick knock to the door and slid in, closing it behind him. he looked as sleek as ever, navy suit adorning his figure, widows peak prominent with his slicked back hair. his heeled boots clacked on the floor as he made his way over to you.

you looked up, smiling at him with twinkly eyes. the boy planted both hands on the desk and leaned over, kissing you sweetly. you sighed into the kiss, making alex grin like a fool. being the ceo’s of tranquility base, you two had been crammed in your offices for the past week. the only times you were able to see eachother was in your shared suit at night. even then you guys were absolutely exhausted, falling asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

the boy made his way over to your side of the desk, spinning your chair around so it faced him. he then knelt down in front of you, face to face due to the low level of your chair. he cupped your face with both hands, kissing you so deeply you had to hold his shoulders for support. the kiss was soon wet and messy, his tongue slid into your desperate mouth, spilling soft moans out of you.

he pulled away slightly, panting as he rested his forehead against yours. “is that what you came for? a couple of kisses?” you smirked. alex leant back, looking you in the eyes. “well that’s part of it.” a mischievous glint flickered across his dark gaze. “i was brainstorming earlier, i know something that might help relieve our stress.”

you tilted your head, quickly catching on after a few moments. “alex….” he looked at you pleadingly, caressing your cheek with his thumb. “stress lowers your life span, seriously, it’s not healthy.” you rolled your eyes, hitting his chest playfully. “what if someone walks in?” “i’ll lock the door.” he replied. “what if someone hears?” you bit your lip. “they can’t do anything about it, we own this place.” he twirled a loose strand of your hair around his finger, bringing his hand up to squish your cheeks.

you blushed ferociously. “fine.” you chuckled, starting to get up out of your chair when alex pushed you back down. you looked up at him, confused. “stay right there love.” he pushed your chair back in so your arms rested on the desk and made his way over to the door, locking it and making his way to the side of the desk opposite from you.

“what are you doing?” you questioned. the boy flashed you a smirk and muttered a sweet “just relax” before he knelt down, crawling under the desk. you soon felt his hands smoothing up your thighs, moving to unbutton your dress pants. once he removed your pants completely, he leaned in, nudging your clothed core with his nose, smirking at the already prominent wet patch of arousal. you gasped, grabbing ahold of the armrests of your chair.

he rested his hands on your thighs, pressing open mouthed, wet kisses to the part of your underwear that was soaked through. you moaned softly, helping him as he slid your panties off. once they were discarded, alex pressed languid kisses to the insides of your thighs, occasionally leaving a little bite and soothing it with his tongue.

he groaned, watching as arousal soaked your throbbing clit. you slid your chair back slightly, positioning yourself in a way where you were able to see him. “fuck alex…. don’t tease me.” you whispered, panting softly. the boy looked up at you with glittery eyes that seemed to reflect the pools of stars that shimmered outside, planting a kiss to the top of your thigh as he admired how gorgeous you looked with your cheeks all flushed for him.

“shh shh pretty girl, how bout’ you keep filling out that paperwork yeah? s’ not gonna do itself.” he cooed, rubbing his hand up and down your calf. you gulped and nodded as you picked up your pen, trying to focus as best as you could on the papers.

your handwriting stuttered when alex blew on your clit, eliciting a soft whimper from your lips. alex loved teasing you, the little moans that would escape from your lips when he’d run his tip along your folds. or the way you’d wriggle your hips while he kitten licked at your pussy, craving more. but now, he couldn’t hold back. he was practically drooling, needing to taste you.

alex licked a stripe up your clit, causing you to gasp and bite your lip, putting a death grip on the pen. he continued to eat you out, his nose coated in arousal as he darted his tongue in and out of your dripping hole. you moaned quite loudly at the action, moving to wrap your leg over his back, his face nuzzling deeper into your pussy.

you flipped over to the next paper, trying your best to fill it out and be good for him, doing what he said. alex suckled your clit into his mouth, his pace getting faster as his warm wet mouth glided over your heat. you moaned again, gripping the desk with one hand.

putting the pen down, your eyes squeezed shut, your whimpers only escalating. alex noticed this and stopped his movements. “keep filling out that paperwork, cmon, be a good girl.” you nodded and went to pick up the pen again, trying your best to remember addresses and names in your clouded state of ecstasy.

alex wasn’t making it any easier. the man was ruthless, slobbering all over your pussy as he devoured you. you bit your lip, trying to focus when two long fingers slowly started to pump inside you, his tongue on your clit not ceasing one bit. you yelped, quickly covering your mouth with your hand, trying to sign the bottom of a contract with the other.

your eyes squeezed shut again as his fingers curled inside of you at a speedy pace, your mouth parted in a half moan. the squelching noises coming from under the desk were pornographic, making you impossibly wetter.

already, you could feel the pleasure building up in your lower stomach. opening your eyes a bit, you realized you’d drooled on some of the paper, smudging some of the ink. you couldn’t care less. you threw your head back as alex’s mouth moved against a particular spot that only brought you closer to fireworks, his fingers hitting your g-spot over and over again.

“oh fuck alex, right there.” you practically screamed, tears dropping down your flushed cheeks. alex moaned, sending vibrations into your clit as he licked and sucked faster, his thick fingers stroking your walls so deliciously. “fuck fuck fuck fuck.” you whispered, bucking your hips into his face as your orgasm ripped through you.

you screamed alex’s name, nails digging into the wooden desk as your heel dug into the boys back. you whimpered and gasped, sobbing alex’s name as your legs shook. the man knew how to give a women a killer orgasm, that was for sure. alex licked up every drop as you came, he didn’t stop until your hips flinched away from his face, wincing at the sensitivity.

alex crawled out from under the desk, his nose and cheeks rosy and damp from your arousal. he stood up, picking you up from your chair and sitting in it instead, placing you on his lap. he kissed your tears, soothingly carding through your hair with his soft hands.

“shh shh, that’s a girl…” he pressed a tender kiss to your lips. “you did so good.. my perfect girl.” your stomach fluttered at his words, mind starting to de-fog from your insane high.

alex sat you up so you were straddling him, feeling his erection against your bare clit.

“think you can take one more for me honey?”

———

hope you enjoyedd!! might make a part two sometime

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[amazingmsme]

Is The Bucket Worth It, Stanley?

AN: Bear with me as I try & catch up on these fics, I've been working on homework a lot. This was really fun to write, the Narrator just opens up a lot of fun possiblities with his powers! Love messing around with that! Here's day 17!

The Narrator watched Stanley with annoyance, tapping his foot. He'd been more obsessed with a stupid bucket than with him. And that was unacceptable, quite frankly. He'd made it clear that he too was interested in the bucket! Yes, Stanley made it look so fascinating that even he was curious as to its unique properties.

"Stanley, I think it's my turn with the bucket now," he said, garnering no response. "Hm? Stanley, don't you agree? I'd like to see the bucket." Stanley hugged the bucket closer.

The Narrator sighed, rubbing at his temple. "Look, I'm not going to steal it, I just want to look at it! I can do that, right?" He was met with a skeptical gaze. "Oh alright fine. You can have the bucket for one more minute, but I'd really appreciate it if you shared after that." He thought he was being rather reasonable.

He left the room for only a moment, but when he popped his head back in, the bucket was nowhere in sight.

"Wha- Where's the bucket?" he asked in shock. Stanley merely shrugged. "What do you mean you don't know? It was just here!"

He caught sight of the tug at the corner of Stanley's lips. Oh, so that's how he wanted to play it...

"Stanley, you have until the count of three to give it back, and then I'll be forced to take drastic measures," he warned. The warning went unheeded.

"One." No answer. "Two." Stanley stared at him, arms crossed. "Three." Okay, they were doing this.

The Narrator sighed, taking off his glasses to clean them nonchalantly. "You're really forcing my hand here. Last chance," he offered him a way out. Just cough up the bucket now and you won't have to worry. Stanley was always a stubborn one.

"Alright, be that way." Before Stanley could question him, the Narrator spoke once more in a clear, deep voice.

"Stanley was in the dark." Suddenly, he couldn't see a thing. A pitch black void stretched before him in every direction. "He tried to move, but found he was tied to a chair." A chill crept up Stanley's spine upon hearing those words, and suddenly he was no longer standing. He sat in a chair, arms and legs tied down.

"He tested the bonds, but they were tight. Not so tight as to hurt, mind you, just tight enough to keep him secure. And the rope wasn't rough or fibrous either, it was soft like silk." As he spoke, Stanley realized he was right: the ropes weresoft and didn't cut into his skin.

"A single light turned on overhead. It wasn't very bright, but in the complete darkness it might as well have been blinding. A silhouette came into view, allowing him a glimpse of his captor." The Narrator stood before him, an incredibly smug smirk in place. Stanley threw his head back, rolling his eyes exaggeratedly.

"Hello again. Now I just need you to answer one simple question. Where did you hide that bucket?" He didn't know why he expected an answer.

"Oh well, you leave me no choice. Always the hard way with you, right Stanley?" he teased. He pulled his hands out from behind his back, wiggling his fingers in the air. "Feel like answering now?"

Stanley's eyes widened and he gulped, but still he shook his head. The Narrator smiled widely.

"Good." He let his hands connect with Stanley's torso, vibrating against his ribcage. His captive jolted away from the touch, biting down on his lip to prevent any laughter from escaping. The Narrator tutted and shook his head.

"Now Stanley, you already know this won't stop until you give me what I want. So I suggest you either cough it up, or get comfortable," he said, not a hint of sympathy in his voice. The Narrator heard a quiet whine slip past his sealed lips and smirked, tracing maddening circles over Stanley's sides.

He slowly ramped up the speed of his fingers, prodding between the spaces of his ribs and scratching lightly over the bones. With a snort, the dam broke and Stanley's bubbly laugh filled the air. He squirmed in his seat, twisting side to side and arching his back, but that only pushed his body into the Narrator's hands. He yelped when his own movements sent wiggling fingers straight into his pits.

"Feel like sharing with the class?" the Narrator asked, but Stanley shook his head. "Okay, more tickles for you then," he said, not even trying to should anything but gleeful.

He worked his way back down, tweaking each rib as he went. Every pinch drew out a different shrill sound and twitch. The Narrator noticed the way the pace of his giggles quickened any time he strayed too close to his belly, and he couldn't let the discovery go unexplored.

"Oh, what this? Does someone have a ticklish tummy?" he started, drawing circles on either side of his stomach. Stanley ducked his head to look away, as if to hide from the teasing.  He shook his head, adamantly denying  it. He was proven wrong when the Narrator wormed a finger in his bellybutton, causing an ear splitting shriek. 

"I'll ask again: where did you put the bucket?" he asked, squeezing his hips in a downright torturous way. Stanley bucked and cackled. The Narrator chuckled and leaned in to whisper, "I know you'll give up sooner or later. But I think we're both hoping it's later." His voice was a deep purr that sent chills up Stanley's spine.

He whined at the accuracy of the assumption, lip trembling in an adorable pout as he still tried to hold back his reactions. The Narrator shook his head and tsked.

"Now now Stanley, don't try and play tough. It only makes me want to break you even more," he taunted, drilling his thumbs in his hip dips. Stanley bucked and thrashed about, but those hands might as well have been glued to his skin.

His laugh turned to breathy frantic giggles when the Narrator began scratching lightly across his lower stomach. He slipped a finger inside his waistband, wiggling against warm sensitive skin. Stanley flushed and let out a giggly yelp.

The Narrator pulled away, allowing him a moment to catch his breath. But that didn't mean he had to be nice to him.

"Stanley knew what he had to do if he wanted this to stop. Either he was so fucking stubborn he refused to give up a metal bucket, or he loved this so much, he wasn't quite ready for it to end. He could feel nervous dread- or was it excitement? building in the pit of his stomach as he saw his captor reach into his jacket and pull out a long fluffy feather," he narrated this song and dance they found themselves in. He hadn't even been wearing a jacket, the idea just came to him. The wide eyed look Stanley gave him was more than worth it.

"So what'll it be? Mercy? Or more?" he asked, twirling the feather between his fingers. Stanley gulped, barely containing giddy snickers as he shook his head. "More it is then."

The Narrator brandished the tool with a flourish and swept it across his neck from ear to ear, as if he was slitting his throat. It sure as hell felt like he was being murdered.

He fluttered the soft plumes over his ears, sending him into giddy, shrill laughter and breathy snorts.

The Narrator leaned in to speak directly in his ear while he tortured the other with the feather. "As you continue to laugh yourself silly, I want you to really think: is the bucket worth it?"

[danosrosegarden]

💨💨💨💨🍃

…….🚶

..howdy partner..I hear you’re doing requests here..

I say that’s a mighty fine thing to do, I have a request for ye..if ya think ya can handle it partner..(I know you can I’m just playing up the cowboy thing)

How’s a bout..Fem!Reader goes to see Edward Nashton in Arkham, nothing smutty no no, we want pure sugar here cowpoke..something to make the tooth ache with how sweet it is partner.

Reader reassures Edward and they can have a tender moment of your choosing..

Alright..let’s get riding off. It was good to see ya partner. See ya

🌅

🐎

when the sun hits - edward nashton x gn!reader ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

{contains: sad fluff and mild mentions of violence.}

Arkham was a dark, empty night, void of stars, barren of any sliver of moon. It was as if you could feel the grime ground into the floor as you were led down the hallway. The frosty chill of the air in the asylum sunk deep into your marrow. It was impossibly bleak, hopelessly desolate. And you hated to imagine your Eddie in a place like this.

You couldn't help but feel a sheen of disapproval cast over the glaring eyes of the guards leading you to his cell. How could you still love a monster like him? To them, he was a rabid dog, fangs still dripping with the blood of the innocent, eyes still bloodshot with streaks of burning-hot frenzy. He was a killer. He was the man who giggled while he splintered bones, grinned gleefully as he cracked skulls. That's all they saw.

Fuck what they thought. You knew better.

Your stomach was in a billion impossibly twisted knots as the metal barricade groaned as it lifted.

And there he was. How to describe the scene.

The first thing you noticed were his eyes. Though bags pulled at the skin underneath them in a dull, weary violet, there was something deep in the pitch black pupils that glimmered like glitter underneath the whirring lights when he saw you.

Edward placed his hands on the glass, scoffing out a wonder-struck laugh.

"Hi, angel," a quivering voice spoke.

When Edward was The Riddler, he was no longer a cold, frightened child who kept his head down and spoke to nobody. He was strong. He was brave. You detected something in his voice that sounded like him before he put the mask on, something quiet and stamped-out and fearful. You felt the woosh of your heart in your ears, and your jaw ached and popped with anxiety.

"Hi, Eddie."

You stood facing each other, wading around aimlessly in a thick goo of silence. What to say. What even was there to say?

He spoke first.

"I'm so sorry."

You felt the stitches of your heart begin to rip apart. "Sorry for what?"

"For...for putting you through all this. For leaving you." His lip quivered. "I'm so, so sorry."

You cursed your body for the tears you felt welling up and burning in the corner of your eyes.

"I hate being without you." The words that poured from your lips felt mechanical, like you were a wind-up toy, marching without thinking. It came out rushed. Pathetic and whimper-laced. "I hate it so much, Eddie."

He shook his head rapidly, his breath fogging up the glass. "I'll find a way. We don't have to be apart."

A filmstrip of memories rolled in your mind of all the evenings he'd spent at your apartment. The tender mornings you'd wake up with your bodies entangled in one another. The laughing until tears were rolling down your cheeks. Your heart still struggled with his actions, but there was no denying how badly you ached for his presence.

It hurt to go to bed alone. The sheets felt stiff and bitterly cold, the blanket laying on top of you like the shell of the memory of his warmth.

"I don't care what I have to do. I'll write. I'll call. You can come visit," he said rapidly. "I can't be without you. I can't make it alone."

The future seemed gray and bleak from where you were standing. But maybe you could spot the sun peaking through the clouds. Maybe it might take effort, but it was as if you could feel the sparkling sunrays warming your skin as you peered into his eyes. Perhaps your apartment would feel less riddled with ghosts if you could still talk to him through letters and phone calls. Maybe his touch wouldn't feel a million miles away if you could still visit.

"I'm going to do whatever it takes," he swore with a low whisper.

You held you hand up to where his rested on the glass.

"You promise?"

[strawberryvanillablast]

Overcome The Yandere Nightmare! (Josuke Higashikata X Reader, Giorno Giovanna X Reader)

TW: Yandere behavior, Anxiety, Injury, Slight mentions of Blood

Josuke Higashikata

Josuke awoke in an inky void where not a speck of light was shown at all. He tried moving his arms and legs but found out that he could not move whatsoever. He nearly panicked, concluding that this had to be an enemy Stand User. But the question was: What kind of power was it?

Suddenly, a large mirror appeared right in front of him. Rejoicing that he could move, Josuke tried to make sense of what happened to him. Where was he, exactly? Why was he here, of all places? And, why was there a mirror in front of him? Peering into it, his reflection twisted in, like a funhouse mirror in one of those carnivals he'd been to.

"What the," Josuke muttered. "If this is a prank, it's not a funny one..."

His reflection changed into a scene. It was nighttime into the woods, where three people were standing around. He peered into the mirror, frowning. There was himself, holding a dirty shovel in one hand while holding a person by the other. Sitting on the ground, a few feet away, was Rohan Kishibe. Josuke's frown deepened, fear churning in him.

"Higashikata," Rohan held up his hands nervously. "L-Let's not get carried away now, shall we? I was only talking to [Y/N]..."

"Shut up, Kishibe," The other him growled and a spine-tingling chill rolled down in just how menacing he sounded. "This ends now."

"Josuke, stop," [Y/N] cried, tears streaming down their cheeks. "There is nothing between me and Rohan at all. I swear on it!"

"Oh really, babe," Other Josuke turned to them, sickeningly smiling. "If so, why does Rohan have a car packed with your stuff? Why were you talking to him for the past week or so behind my back?"

"You," [Y/N]'s eyes widened fearfully. "You went through my phone?"

The real Josuke gaped in horror. He'd never do that. Sure, Rohan was a jerk to be sure, but Josuke would never think of treating [Y/N] like... like this. He tried pounding on the glass to get their attention, proving he was the real Josuke. But it didn't seem to work.

"Babe, you're MINE," Other Josuke growled. "Whatever I say goes. And talking to Rohan especially isn't allowed."

Josuke bared his teeth. Who the heck did this other him think he was here? Not ever would he give that kind of rule! He was all about pure-love! He continued to punch the glass harder this time to try to warn [Y/N] to say that he would never do that to anyone he was dating but his screams fell on deaf ears. Suddenly, the scene changed and there was blood on the shovel. Lots of blood. Josuke's jaw dropped in fear.

No.

No.

No!

Josuke felt his heart sink as he saw his other self turn to [Y/N] slowly, menacingly, as [Y/N] only sobbed in fear. His other self grabbed [Y/N] by the wrists roughly with an evil smirk on his face. He screamed and tried to break the mirror with his fists to save [Y/N] as fast as he can.

"[Y/N]," Josuke screamed. "[Y/N]! [Y/N]! [Y/N]!"

"Josuke!"

"Josuke!"

"Josuke, wake up!"

Josuke opened his eyes to blinding light, which then cleared to reveal his friends looking down at him worriedly. He panted and sat up, only to find himself on the rooftops of the school. For a moment, he sat in confused silence.

"Oi, Josuke," Okuyasu said. "Are you okay, man? That sounded like a horrible dream you were having."

"Y-Yeah," Josuke replied, nodding his head. "I'm fine, I promise."

"Hey, Josuke," Koichi asked. "Can I ask a question?"

"Sure."

"Who's [Y/N]? You kept saying their name over and over again."

"I..." Josuke spoke before frowning. That was weird. Why couldn't he remember who [Y/N] was? "I don't know who they are. But what I do know is that I want to see them happy as can be. That I promise."

Giorno Giovanna

He suddenly awoke in a dark void and immediately was on guard. He never liked the dark since it reminded him of those horrible nights in Japan, where he was an abandoned infant. He hummed thoughtfully as he ascertained his situation. It had to be an enemy Stand User but what type of Stand Power was this to put him in a dark void? Giorno's mind whirred with questions, some of them unpleasant.

Suddenly, a large, opulent mirror appeared right in front of him. As he furrowed his brows warily, he nevertheless stepped right in front of it. He was curious to see where this was going to lead. Peering into it, at first it looked like his normal reflection. Then, his reflection warped in a colorful haze, like he was peeking into a funhouse mirror.

It then settled into a room within the villa. It was dimly lit like that of a nighttime luxury hotel. But the atmosphere was tense and he heard a muffled cry. There was someone, someone on the bed. They curled in on themselves and he could hear faint clinking like those of chains. At this, his eyes narrowed, a flash of anger crackling.

"Who could be the monster who'd do something like this?"

Sure enough, his question was answered when the door opened with a blinding light. The person on the bed shivered fearfully, eyes shined with tears, as a larger figure entered the bedroom. Giorno squinted in speculation, dread building up in his gut. He had a feeling that he had knowledge of who these people were and he had a feeling that things were going to go wrong fast.

"Well, well, well, dolce mi. Are you able to speak to me again?"

Giorno felt his stomach turn to ice the minute he heard that voice for it was his voice. Indeed, there he was, cloaked in red. He felt a chilling shudder crawl down his spine again as he watched his other self give a bone-chilling smirk at the person on the bed.

"D-Don," They squeaked out. "D-Don G-Giovanna..."

"Ah, ah, ah," He tutted, gently grabbing them by the chin. "You call me GioGio, amore mi. That's the way it should be, [Y/N]."

Giorno's hands curled into fists angrily as he heard his other self say a monstrous thing like that. What's more was [Y/N]'s reaction. They just gave a defeated whimper as the other Giorno sat down next to them.

"Why so upset, tesoro/a mi," Giorno asked gently. "I can bring you the things you most desire, the things you want. As long as you are here."

"D-G-GioGio," [Y/N] stuttered out, a squeak to their words. "P-Please. Let me see my family and friends! I need them, too!"

Giorno froze. The other self was restricting their freedom and he had the audacity to ask why [Y/N] was so upset. This couldn't go on for a single minute! He had to get [Y/N] out of there immediately! He tried to call Gold Experience Requiem by his side, only to find nothing. He tried calling again to no avail. If this were the case, then he'd have to do things the old-fashioned way.

"[Y/N]," Giorno shouted, banging on the glass. "[Y/N]. it's me! I'm here and I won't let this monster hurt you or anyone else!" There was not a single reply. "What? They can't hear me?"

"The outside world will hurt you, you know," The other Giorno replied, voice soft. "It's better that you're with me where nobody else can hurt you." He frowned. "As for your family and friends, I've taken good care of them."

Giorno recoiled a little, knowing what that sentence meant. [Y/N] had now sobbed hysterically, which made his heart ache. Even though he was the Don of Passione, he still wanted to do good by the people his heart held dear. So, for the other Giorno to do something like this...

"GioGio," [Y/N] sobbed. "Giorno! Giorno!"

"Giorno!"

"Giorno!"

"GIO!"

He awoke in a cold sweat to see Mista shaking his shoulder gently. He blinked his eyes and looked around the office. Ah right, it was a dream he was having. A horrible dream, but only a dream.

"Sorry, buddy, but a new recruit is here to see you." Mista grinned.

"Right," Giorno nodded, rubbing his eyes. "Who is the new recruit?"

Mista signaled the person to come into the office and when they did, Giorno was taken aback once more even if he kept a professional and composed front. The new recruit bowed down and gently grasped his hand, exuding a pleasant warmth that made him happy and fearful.

"What's your name?"

"My name's [Y/N]," [Y/N] replied brightly. "It's a pleasure to be in your ranks, Don Giovanna!"

[modelbus]

again I need to say that I am so sorry, but I'm repeating the whole spiel once again T-T I looked at the requests info and realized i might not have been so specific. please disregard the last two messages i am so sorry

could you do a cc!tommyinnit x reader (romantic) where the reader has an eye condition that makes them not be able to see in the dark (their eyes don't adjust in the darkness like other peoples do), and reader is chilling with the bench trio or their doing something in the dark (like laser tag) but then it's dark so they can't see and keep tripping over things and bumping into walls and Tommy is just like "are you ok let me help you" and its just fluff

ok thank you T-T

No worries! This is such a cool request, I was so excited to finally write it!

Pairing: CC!Tommy x Gn!reader (romantic)

Dark Days

You were completely and utterly doomed.

Listening to the laser tag worker explain how to play, that was your only thought. How could it not be?

Tommy had invited you to hang out with him, Tubbo, and Ranboo, and play some laser tag at the new place that had just opened up. Like an absolute fool, you accepted. Which was, to say, a little problematic for a few reasons.

Firstly, your boyfriend was grinning like a maniac looking at the laser tag guns. It was a little concerning and you were starting to worry if Tommy had an actual problem.

Secondly, you couldn't see in the dark. At all. Your pupils didn't dilate properly in the dark, leaving you completely blind. When you agreed to laser tag you had thought that it'd be lit up a little. Laser tag arenas were meant to be neon themed, right? Because they're lasers and stuff, right?

Wrong.

The photos the laser tag place had scattered around showed it being really fucking dark. Practically a pit of darkness. The void, even! Which meant really bad things for you. It couldn't hurt to try though. The laser tag employee said your vest and gun would glow, so maybe that'd be your saving grace.

Right. Logic and facts. This would all be fine.

"Everyone grab a vest and a gun!" The employee yells, handing the one he was using to demonstrate to Tubbo.

"I WANT RED!" Tommy yells, launching himself toward the color.

You grab the one closest to you which happens to be white. It takes a minute for everyone to put them on and hold their respective guns because Tommy somehow managed to put his on backwards.

"Alright! Keep the rules in mind, please! There's a minute of peace so you can all scatter before the guns are turned on. Have fun!"

With that, the employee opens the door to the arena and ushers all of you in. The second the door closes behind you, you know you've made the worst mistake of your life.

"See you later losers!" Tubbo exclaims, footsteps signaling he's left.

"I'm gonna go follow him to kill him." Tommy laughs.

"Oh, great, yeah, I'll just head the other way." Ranboo huffs. "See you later?"

The irony of his words isn't lost on you. You'd be doing no seeing in here. "Yup."

And then you're alone. In the void.

There was a faint glow from the ceiling, but it was the fucking ceiling. How was it meant to help you at all?!

Your vest and gun start to glow, a pitiful light source. The only thing it lets you see is your hands. You can’t even see your feet!

“No, I’ve got this.” You say quietly, putting a hand out in front of yourself. “I will not hit a wall.”

Slowly, you start to feel your way along the walls. Every gap proves to be terrifying but somehow you haven’t run into anything yet. It’s actually going quite well!

And then you trip over stairs on the floor.

“Fucking-“ You groan, dramatically collapsing on the ground to hold your poor foot. “Who the fuck puts stairs in the fucking dark?!”

You only allow yourself to wallow in pain for a minute before standing up and heading back the way you came. Hurting your toe clearly scrambled your brain though, because you nearly run into a wall at full force.

If you were ever put into a horror movie, you’d die first.

Feeling your way around the corner, you squint into the darkness. It seemed like there was a red glow, although faint. Maybe the exit? God, please be the exit. Then you could hang out there and let the others battle it out.

With newfound hope at the prospect of ending your suffering, you feel your way along another turn. And, like the universe itself was telling you your suffering would never be over, you run directly into something. Or someone, to be more specific.

Tommy bursts out laughing at the startled noise that comes out of your mouth. It was his gun and vest that were glowing a faint red. His glow supplied even less light than yours did, barely enough to see the outline of his body.

“It’s not funny, I’m in the seventh layer of hell!” You hiss, stepping back directly into a wall you could’ve sworn wasn’t there before.

Tommy’s laughter abruptly cuts off as he lets out a soft, “Oh. You can’t see, can you?”

A little ashamed, you shake your head. “Not really.”

“I didn’t realize it was that dark.” He grabs your wrists gently, pulling you a step closer to him before interlocking your fingers. “Are you okay?”

“I’ve bumped into a few things.” You admit.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t even think-“

“What?! I didn’t have to come; this isn’t your fault.” You don’t let him get far with his words, immediately shutting down his self-blaming.

“Come on. I’ll protect you from walls and Ranboo and Tubbo.” He decides.

“I’ve seen you run into a wall in broad daylight.”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t guiding you. I’ll be careful, I promise.”

With his promise, you let Tommy guide you through the maze of walls and random objects. You stay tucked close to his side to avoid catching walls and enjoy the comfort he offers. His soft callouts of “wall on your right” or “corner” save you more than one time.

“Stairs.” Tommy says quietly.

“Stairs? Up? Down?”

As it turns out, the stairs are going up. Tommy took too long to respond, making you find out the hard way by tripping on them. He drops your hand in favor of saving you from falling flat on your face, laughing a little.

“Motherfucker.” You complain.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t be fucking laughing.” Yet he continues to laugh, making you laugh too.

“No, this is so stupid!”

“I’m trying to find the exit, I swear. It just doesn’t fucking exist!” The honest emotion in his voice makes you laugh, taking a slow seat on the steps. After a second, you can feel him sit next to you, being careful to put an arm around your shoulders slowly to not startle you.

“At least you saved me from falling and dying on these stairs.” You point out, leaning into him.

“That’s true, I’m a hero.” He agrees.

“Have you run into Tubbo or Ranboo yet?” They have to be around here somewhere.

“No, they can fight each other. I’m more worried about you hitting a wall and dying.”

“I wouldn’t die from hitting a wall!” You protest. He keeps quiet, and you think about it. “Well-“

Tommy bursts out laughing, loud in the silence of the laser tag arena. “Death by wall! Walled to death!”

“I will not be walled to death!”

“Don't be ashamed of how you die, it’s okay. We all come to an end.” Even without being able to see him, you just know he’s nodding to himself.

“What?” Ranboo’s voice asks, making you jump. Seriously, you hadn’t even noticed the purple glow of his vest!

Tommy nudges his knees into yours before pulling you even closer to him.

“Ahhh!” He yells. “Back! Die! Die!”

“Hey, wait-!”

Ranboo’s purple glow turns red the same time your white does before they both go dark. Tommy must’ve shot Ranboo, which meant Ranboo shot you.

“Did you- you just killed my partner!” Tommy exclaims. “You’re a murderer!”

“You killed me!” Ranboo defends.

“Minor details, Ranboo. Minor details.” He dismisses.

“You’re lucky I’m hunting Tubbo right now.”

“Alright, boob boy.”

“Why are you hunting Tubbo?” You ask curiously.

“He killed me immediately and revenge is the only thing that makes me feel alive.”

“Oh.” Is all you can think to say. “Good luck?”

“Thanks!” Ranboo doesn’t say goodbye, but the sound of his footsteps alerts you to the fact he’s left.

“Want to play Subway Surfers?” Tommy asks, pulling out his phone.

“You’ve had your phone this entire time?!”

“Yeah? Why?”

With a sigh, you decide not to point out he could’ve just used the flashlight on his phone. Instead, you drop your head on his shoulder to watch him play.

“At least tell me you’re good.”

“I’m a fucking God.”

After the laser tag game finally ends, lights turning on, he doesn’t drop your hand when you exit. And it turns out, in an ironic twist, you fucking won.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hello, Clan.. how are you doing? I wanted to see how you were doing.

Also I have come to request so can I request a reader who tries to befriend Glitchy Red and Lost Sliver.(The ones from Hypno’s Lullaby.) Like they one day they found both of them and each day the reader spend time with both of them and tries to get Red and Sliver to interact with each other as well and soon they all become best friends and do stuff together also could you write hcs for stuff the reader and the boys would do together?

If you can’t do this please just quietly delete the ask.

I’m good, ty for asking!

........

You first met Glitchy Red and Gold at the Pasta Bar (as a creepypasta yourself, you’re a regular but never noticed either of them until now).

Being a big fan of Pokémon, you stopped by their table, wondering what their tragic stories were.

As insensitive as that might sound to a normal person, in this world it’s the traditional icebreaker for chatting with creepypastas. It’s how you got to know everyone here.

“Hi fellas.” You hop on the bar stool next to them. “You’re both from Pokémon I heard--love the first and second gens, by the way. So....what are your backstories?”

“Hm, where do I begin?” Glitchy Red answers with a grimace. “How about I start at the betrayal..when my creators saw me as a flawed, broken thing and tried replacing me with someone new. And then the players, oh..how I hate them for turning on the game, forcing me to do whatever they wanna do. I tried to make them stop, but they never listen...nobody ever listens..they see me as a goddamn joke.”

“Ah, so you’re another one cursed with self-awareness. Ya’ll got it rough. How about you?” You turn to Gold, amused by his balloons, bowtie, and Unowns hiding in his hoodie.

He just shrugs and says “....it was...cold.”

That’s literally all there is to him. Then again he didn’t seem to be much of a talker, but that was fine.

Since that first meeting, you’ve been regularly hanging out with the duo of trainers at the bar, and sometimes outside of it.

With Glitchy Red you’d visit the Glitch City where he resided mostly, and Gold in some pitch-black void, moping in darkness with his Unowns and Celebi.

You come to learn that Gold’s sorta intimidated by Glitchy (ofc he’s still traumatized by his encounter with the other Red on Mt. Silver)..so you’re determined to help them grow closer as friends.

Outside of their respective realms, they both hang out with you at home a lot--sometimes separate but almost always together. 

Gold was still quiet, but he spoke more often rather than the Unowns. And Glitchy would keep ranting about some blue-haired kid he met, though he was pretty chill and hardly intimidating once you got to know him.

Ironically, if you own any Pokémon games they don’t mind watching you play them. It gives them reasons to poke fun at future gens.

Glitchy is lowkey confused when you show him Pokémon Go.

“So trainers in this game are just...self-inserts?”

“Uh yeah pretty much."

“....I’ll admit technology has come far. But to not reference me anywhere is an insult to my lega-”

“Calm down, edgelord.” Gold remarks, a barely-noticeable smug grin on his face as Glitchy’s jaw drops in shock. But you just laugh out loud. 

The kid finally grew some backbone.

Yeah, they'll get along just fine.

[miss-celestia13]

Heaven Knows

JakexMC smut one shot. From Jake’s perspective!

Words: 3.4k

All smut, no plot

Teasing, cocky, but adoring Jake, who knows what she needs before she does. I don’t often write smut from his POV, I’m not entirely confident in it, but when I do, it’s still focused on the female MCs enjoyment. Female gaze and all that.

An outtake from Bloodstain that can be read alone with no knowledge of the main story. I just wanted to post this somewhere, I wrote it early last year, and it’s just been languishing in my notes app. I didn’t bother changing the MCs name, it’s still Manon. And they’re in the cabin in the woods, nobody around to see or hear them 😉❤️

Jake

He pushed away from the desk, standing on stiff legs and glancing at the time on the monitor, 2 am. And Manon wasn’t in bed yet. He walked to the window, pulled back the curtain, and saw the rain lashing down in sheets. The sky splintered, veins of lightning raced across the black void seconds before thunder tumbled through the clouds like a landslide. Or the fist of an angry God pounding on the veiled sky. The house felt asleep. Nothing but the rain pattering off the windows and the furious wind battering off the cabin walls made it to his ears. He set out to find her, expecting her to be sleeping on the couch or dancing around the kitchen to one of those songs that made her eyes light up and her body glow. He didn’t find her there. Running a hand through his hair, he listened intently for any sign of her as he padded through the kitchen.

The patio doors were wide open, rain had soaked the floor, the gauzy curtains fought fruitlessly against the storm trying to creep inside the house as he walked toward them. Something heavy and acidic settled inside his lungs at the sight. In the doorway, it was as if he were looking into a black hole, a darkness so complete it smothered. He waited, watching the rain splatter off the gravel when his eyes adjusted and kept listening for any sign of her. The world lit up for a second, lightning striking too close for comfort and then he saw her. She stood with her back to him at the bottom of the steps, unmoving and completely at home in the storm whipping her hair into tangled tendrils. The moment felt private, so he didn’t go to her yet. He wanted to see what held her so enthralled. Cringing at the next clash of thunder, it was almost on top of them now and out here with nothing else around, it felt apocalyptic. He didn’t have to wait long for the next strike. His pulse flickered in his throat, eyes unblinking as he stared at the woman who’d chosen him long before he’d known he could ever be someone’s choice and dragged him out of exile.

Manon, face tilted to the sky, rain cascading down her skin in rivers, and she wore naught but his t-shirt. It hung to her knees, the wet fabric clung to her body but she didn’t seem to notice. Her feet were bare, toes curled into the dirt, and the smile when she turned in a slow circle almost brought him to his knees. To him, she looked like a Goddess, recharging after battle and blood, her smile of victory tainted with the bitter taste of losing something important to gain it. He worried she’d catch her death, even he felt the chill in the air, and his feet took him to her without his input, a familiar need making itself known now he knew she was safe.

His steps were silent, desperately trying not to spook her, but he shouldn’t have worried. She’d known all along he was there. She turned to him, a smile so soft he feared it would break him if she ever stopped looking at him like that. The peace in those usually violent eyes was so at odds with the sky screaming its wrath above them.

“There you are. I’ve been wondering when you’d come out.” She said, rain slipped down her cheeks as she stared up at him. He reached out, swiping wet hair like silver webbing off her face and ran the back of his hand over her forehead. She felt fine, not warm but not freezing, so he relaxed a bit and dropped his hand.

“I was enjoying the show.” He whispered, and she grinned, eyes going back to the sky.

“It’s beautiful, don’t you think?”

He stared her as she gazed longingly at the sky. She looked like something not of this world, and he had the strangest feeling that maybe she wasn’t. She was something else entirely, at least to him. Stunning, striking, and stubborn. She was all of that, and no storm could ever compare to the one she carried in her heart and shared with him.

“I was thinking the same about you.” He admitted, breath clouding between them as she looked at him.

“Well, aren’t you a charmer?” She pressed in closer. He was soaked now and didn’t care, not if she kept looking at him like that.

“Only for you.” He returned, clearing his throat and ignoring the bloom of warmth across his cheeks. She smirked at that, a hand coming to rest on his chest and the other sliding around his waist. His wrapped his arms around her small form, one at her neck to pull her in and the other splayed against her lower back. She was humming something, he realized, her face pressed against his soaked chest, and the vibration of it filtered through his skin. It sounded sweet and joyful, not what he’d have expected, given their current setting. He smiled and tangled his fingers in her hair, tugging her head back and noting the triumph flashing in her vivid eyes, her mood shifting like the weather around them. Her mouth parted, the hand at his chest curling into a fist as he lowered his head to hers.

She melted into him, her body’s heat seeping through his wet clothes and branding him, he still wasn’t used to having someone so close. He licked at the seam of her lips, wanting inside to taste her and groaning when she let him in. She tasted like ether, and something fiery, utterly uncontrollable and completely irresistible. She kissed like she talked, full of fire and fight, taking what he gave her but throwing it right back. He knew she’d be wet if he touched her now. He was already so hard it was almost painful. He gripped the back of her neck harder, turning the kiss into something more dangerous, the hunger inside him so deep he was certain it would never be satisfied, not with her making those sounds.

She grabbed at his ass, drawing him into her, and smiling against his lips as she felt how much he wanted her. Desire fizzed down his spine and spread over his stomach, fanning the flames between them. He nipped at her lip, and she whimpered as he slid a thigh between hers, encouraging her to grind down on it. He broke away from her sweet lips and bit and sucked his way down her neck, open mouth hovering over the rapid pulse flickering under the delicate skin of her neck. He mouthed at it, grazing his teeth over the thrum of blood, smirking when she jerked violently, her breath catching when thunder rocked the world once more.

Her hot hands clutched at his shoulders as he took mouthfuls of skin, biting hard enough to make her cry out, soothing each small hurt with a sweep of his tongue, quick breaths, and sighs in his ear when he made it back to her jaw. Her hand landed in his hair, digging in and dragging him back to her demanding mouth. He would never get enough of her, his hunger for her grew richer and more insistent with every moment they spent together. Sliding her tongue against his, meeting him stroke for stroke and driving him insane, his cock twitched impatiently as she wriggled against him.

Painfully hard and valiantly ignoring the selfish part of him that wanted to take, rip and tear without checking she was ready for him, he let go of her ass and worked a hand between them. Fingers trailing up her thigh under her wet shirt, he grunted when he discovered she was nude underneath it while she silently urged him on. He no longer noticed the rain, his world had shrunk and the woman in his arms was all that mattered. He craved her and she was willing to let him have her. She was molten under his touch, he drew a finger down the seam of her folds and growled at what he found waiting for him. Soaked and trembling, her nails cutting into his skin, Manon spread her legs wider and he desperately wanted to taste her, drive her mad with lust, but now wasn’t the time. He pushed two fingers inside her, groaning at the slick, taut heat of her cunt and the whine she made only feeding his need to taunt and play with her.

“No, no playing. No teasing.”

Her voice was breathless and it echoed everything he was feeling. He nodded and withdrew his hand. She watched him through hooded eyes as he brought that hand to his mouth and sucked his fingers clean, another whimper when he groaned at the taste. He wanted to die with that taste on his tongue, salt, and sweet, musk and something unique to her.

“Follow me.” He said firmly.

He took her hand and led her back to the porch, there was an outdoor sofa there that would protect them from the worst of the rain. He knew she’d like it. Jake turned to her and cupped her face in both hands, wasting no more time before taking possession of her mouth. Each lightning strike counted them down as she tore at his clothes and he blindly pulled at her sodden shirt. Once there were no more barriers between them, he let his gaze roam over her slowly, thoroughly, lingering on her full breasts as she panted. He covered them with his hands, fondling and squeezing, pulling and plucking her nipples until she was a trembling wreck in his arms. He’d promised to fuck her, but everything in him was designed to push her to the edge of insanity before he eventually relented and gave her what she wanted. He could work her over for hours, get lost in the feel of her soft skin and turn her into a creature of pure want and desire, but she wrapped her hand around his cock, each stroke of her hand like a shock to his nerves. He closed his eyes, hands stilling their mauling of her chest as she teased him and made him feel lightheaded and weak kneed. He opened his eyes and found her watching him closely, a slight smirk on her lips that knocked him stupid.

“You’re beautiful, I don’t think I tell you enough, but you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He rasped, almost overcome. She didn’t blush or brush away the compliment, another reason he loved her, she twisted her wrist as she got to the head of his cock, making him groan her name.

“Do it now, Jake.” She whispered, and he snapped.

He gripped the back of her thighs and picked her up, her legs locked around his waist and she clung to his neck as he clumsily lined himself up, and buried himself inside her. Both moaned in relief as he bottomed out, and he paused to let her acclimate. She was scorching him, so wet and tight, and impatient. He grit his jaw and dug his fingers into her hips as he lifted her up, watching as her eyes closed before slamming her back down on his cock. Nails dug into his skin, he smirked as her eyes bugged and her inner walls clamped down on him. They were slippery with rain, heated skin prickling with goosebumps, as he did it again.

“I need more.” She demanded.

“I’ve got you.” He slowly walked them to the couch, sinking down until he was seated and could guide her into place to straddle him. He was already breathing hard despite barely moving. She arched her back when he kissed her, lifting up on her knees and circling her hips as she came back down, effortlessly taking every hard inch of him. She found a rhythm, bouncing over him and grinding down. Everywhere he looked, she was there. In the back of his mouth, his mind and in his hands, she was there and he grinned, knowing she felt the same. She was burning him alive, and he had handed her the matches. She gave a cry of distress, and he bit down on the inside of his cheek as her inner walls fluttered, fighting his desire so he wouldn't embarrass himself.

“You’re close. Let it go.” He begged, needing a reprieve to get himself under control.

Her movements were erratic, chasing the release he could feel building inside her, every tiny pulse of it spinning him higher. She nodded, and he roughly kneaded her ass to help her along as he felt her body begin to tense and spasm. She pulled at his hair and tugged his head up and claimed his mouth. The kiss was messy, frantic, each slam of her hips fraying the leash he held on himself. She was almost there, sobbing as she chased it, and he couldn’t look away from her.

“Jake. Touch me, please.” She breathed.

He touched her between her split thighs, finding that small bundle of nerves quickly, and swiping his fingers over it. She cried out, mouth wide open and he could only stare. He groaned with her. The warning flutters were waves now as she undulated against him. He circled her clit deliberately and watched, awestruck, as she flew off that edge. She was breathtaking, head thrown back, hair soaked, and rain sliding down her skin, cunt clamping down on him like a vice as she shuddered violently. He could watch her come for hours and had made it his mission to make it happen every day. The broken call of his name fired up the possessive side of his desire that he tried to keep hidden. But as he watched her come back down, green eyes almost black, she was so turned on the leash snapped, and he couldn’t hold back anymore.

She clung to him as he slid free of her, laying her on her back, grabbing her legs at the ankles, so he could settle her across his lap. Trapping her legs with his arm as he rested them against his shoulder, she settled down once she understood where he was going with this. Her ass was on his thighs, and he could look right at her as he fucked her. She watched him with hungry eyes, seeing how far gone he was and silently cheering him on as he entered her wet heat. The beast inside him howled proudly when her eyes widened, and a breathy “Fuck" fell from her parted lips.

The angle was so deep he couldn't think past it, her vocal reactions told him it was just as intense for her. Thunder rumbled overhead, almost in time with the snap of his hips, each thrust harder than the last. She was already thrashing, the base of his spine tingling as he watched her play with her nipples, mouth open and eyes closed as he fucked her. He bent her back further, twisting her body to take each brutal plunge, and she absorbed him beautifully. He felt like she would eat him alive, the feel of her silken walls wrapped so tightly around his cock an addiction he’d never sate. She wanted all of him, and he wanted to give it to her. She threw her head back as he hit that spot deep inside her, lightning lighting up her body as she took each hit. Her legs twitched, and he tightened his arm around them, locking them down so she couldn’t escape. Wild eyes met his and he knew what she’d say before the words reached his ears.

“Harder, Jake. You won’t break me.”

He groaned, gods he loved how unashamed she was about what she wanted. He complied, and looked on as her eyes rolled back. He chuckled, black delight coursing through his veins at how easy it was for him to drive her mad. He picked up the pace, each slam of his hips drowned out by thunder and rain, and her moaning his name went straight to his cock. She trembled, shook, and sobbed, tensing around him as he thought of all the things he’d imagined doing to her before they’d met. Nothing he’d come up with came close to reality. A flood of her hot essence against his cock made him smirk, knowing he was hitting that spot that made her cunt weep for him. Her mouth was open as she fought against the orgasm he could sense and feel building. He was close himself now and needed her to fall first. He decided to play with her, knowing that though she pretended to hate it, she came harder. He wanted her unable to speak or walk.

He pulled out of her, laughing at her annoyed yell even though he felt like he’d explode if he kept this up.

“Be patient. Hands and knees, Manon.” His voice was so rough and low that she shivered but did as he asked.

He watched, hand fisting his cock as she bared herself to him, stroking himself to ease the pressure building inside him. She looked back and caught him, whimpering his name and closing her eyes. He ran a hand over the curve of her ass, dipping his fingers into the desire dripping down her inner thighs and teasing her.

“Jake… stop fucking playing.” She urged, teeth bared, and he chuckled darkly.

He abruptly slid into her, her loud cry cracked through the night as the rain picked up speed and the wind howled its ghostly song, thunder, and lightning clashing above them. Claws dug into his back, a wild, unhinged from Manon pushed him to that edge too fast. But she was overwhelmed by him too. He could feel it under his hands and from inside, inner walls clenching him as he bottomed out and brought his hand down hard on her ass, groaning as she moved into the harsh touch, cunt fluttering around his length.

“Again.” She snarled, arching her back deeper to offer her ass to him, his handprint already marked there in rose red.

She moaned when he did it repeatedly, sobbing when he relented to reach under her and clumsily circle his fingers around her clit. Her cunt clamped down, the warning pulse of her release kickstarting that shimmering sensation down his spine, pooling in his lower back as she let go and came for him. Muttering nonsense, telling her how beautiful she was and how good she felt, his words falling on deaf ears as she shook and trembled violently. Unable to hold off any longer, he buried himself inside her and called her name as the dam broke and the tension in his stomach finally snapped. Slumping over her, trying not to squash her as they reeled themselves back in, he couldn't form a coherent thought as pleasure sparked inside his head and dimmed the brain cells he possessed. The rain had begun to thin and slow, the storm moving swiftly away and leaving a star-strewn sky behind. Their heavy breathing and pounding hearts filled the silence, both soaked with rain and sweat. He felt utterly boneless, drained of energy. Still, somehow, he managed to right himself. He made a face at the sensation of wet, cold clothing against overheated skin. Jake scooped Manon up and kissed her, carrying her back inside the cabin and up the stairs to their room. Once safely inside, they dried off, both giggling and playfully helping each other strip out of their sodden clothes.

He hadn't had anything like this before, hadn't dared to want it, but he had it now, and that was all that mattered. Life hadn't been kind to him or her. They'd have to be that for one another even when it felt impossible. Smiling, they fell into bed in a tangle of limbs and whispered promises, both praying they'd get to keep them. Talking in the dark until their responses fizzled out, and sleep claimed them. Only with her had he been able to relax enough to sleep through the night. And that might just be the greatest gift she'd given him.

If you read it, thank you! I hope you enjoyed it 🥰

[thekinkyleopard]

A Late Night Tickle

A Remi x Levi Snzfic

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

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Snzfet, Smut, Lemons

My dearest Geezie has an itch that needs scratching and as in true people pleasing fashion, I am back with another Snzario for you! Credits of this specific Snzario to @aliasnz I will add their post in the description of this fic! Go show them some love for inspiring me 🥰💕 Art and Remi by @aller-geez 🫶🏻

Description:

It was approximately 3 in the morning when Levi stirred in his sleep. He could feel a slight tickle in his nose. Trying to ignore it before his brain became too conscious to register. He lay there on his left side, with the large raven haired man spooning him from behind, arms entangled around the smaller male mouth gaping open as he breathed loudly into the space between them. The leopard was so incredibly comfortable but he could feel the gears inside of his consciousness turning slowly as the tickle persisted into a stubborn itch. ‘Oh no…’ he grumbled inside his head, it was too late, his brain was on, and the burning sensation in his nose and throat was much more persistent as the pressure started to build. Burying his face into the pillow, he squeezed his eyes shut as his body very gently flexed against the wolf, a small “Hih’nKXT!” into the base of the sleeping instrument. ‘No…don’t do it…you’ll wake him up..’ his internal monologue spoke, knowing full well he wouldn’t be getting any sleep if the man wakes up to this. ‘It’s fine Levi just try to plug your nose,’ bringing a tired hand up to his face, he plugged the irritated and itching nostrils, however it was a lot like kinking a hose. “Ihhhh…” struggling to keep it in. It only caused the pressure to build harder, faster. He refused to let go, scared that at this point he would blow. “Hhhheeh..”’oh please, just make it stop’..Levi thought to himself as his face betrayed him.

Levi’s body started to feel warm, overwhelmed, maybe if he tossed his leg over the blankets..it would even it out? Calm him down? Sliding a slender leg out from the comforter that tucked him in, it now rested on top, open to the cool air. It did help, a little, but short lived as he could feel that same sting creeping up his throat. With his index and nose pinching his nostrils shut, the rest of his palm pushed up against Levi’s mouth. “Hn..NGXT!” he stifled again slightly spraying saliva against himself, body rocking violently as it was left unsatisfied, almost like one of those half orgasms. It just wasn’t as good as the real thing.

Pulling his now slightly damp palm away he very carefully grabbed the edge of the blanket. That was sure to be a better blocking tool than his loud ass hand. Gripping it in his fingers tightly, he brought it to his face, squeezing his watering eyes shut, he gently, did it again. “HNGXT!” every time he stifled, his whole body would get stiff and then quake, his soft plump ass pushing itself into Remi’s groin, no matter how quiet the leopard tried to be, unfortunately was betrayed by his uncontrollable body. “XXGT!” this one surprised him but as his mouth was already stuffed within the large comforter, it came out muffled once more. His whole frame quaking underneath the wolf, who let out a soft breathy groan as he was once again pushed into. At this point Levi felt embarrassed by the sheer fact that if he had just let it out, it would have been over and he’d be back to sleep. However, here he was, suffering, at what cost?

Unbeknownst to him, Remi’s tired eyes had opened up and he was staring blankly into the dark void of their shared bus. He stayed silent, unsure at first of what exactly was happening until he heard it…another suppressed “HnN-GGGXT!” this one louder now that he was conscious, despite still being muted behind blankets, Remi’s hips shifted as the leopard bounced into him. Soft smothered sniffles were the only sounds echoing the dark vehicle. Chills raced through the wolf’s veins, his heart beating faster as he listened in to the cat fighting for his life. Levi’s mouth wide open against the now moist piece of fabric as he struggled to breath without gasping, terrified if he went to breathe fresh air, he’d explode.

‘I’m so miserable….’ He whimpered in his own head, Remi trying to stifle his own light chuckle, amused at the efforts his mate went just to be quiet, however, failing. Still unaware he had already woken the wolf, Levi continues to squeeze the comforter around his maw. The fit was inevitable, it was just around the corner and Levi could feel it deep within his chest. His face flushed bright red, he forced his eyes closed and let out another choked sneeze. “XNGT!” His hips jolted backward, causing Remi to sharply bite his lower lip and roll back his emerald greens. This was insanity. He couldn’t let his mate suffer like this any longer. Nor himself. Between the constantly rubbing of Levi’s ass and the sweet sound of his stifles, the wolf felt feral with a heat that only grew the more he laid there, listening to soft muffled sniffles and gasps.

The arm wrapped around Levi, that was above the covers, tightened around him as he spoke now. “Baby? I’m already up, just let it out,” He brought his hand lazily over to the blanket that covered the male’s face and yanked it down. “Use this,” he said tiredly as he brought his hand up to hover over Levi’s wet and slightly swollen lips. The second the hand came up, Levi was already well aware what was in store for him. There was no use fighting it or holding it back anymore, he had woken up his boyfriend and he was actually grateful to be given permission for relief. Holding no reserves now, the tickle rose up with revenge, the feeling of the uncomfortable sting filling up his already stuffed nose. Levi’s face delicately scrunched up as he hitched his breath, mouth open wide as it formed within the base of his throat. Any second now, here..it… “HEH’TSCHU!” He let it out, spraying across Remi’s palm, his face blushing bright pink and his body felt lighter, like a weight had been lifted. “H’TSCHU!” Another one rocked him, Remi pushed himself tightly up against the cat, grinding his hips into the other’s cushioned bum as it shoved into him.

“You got anymore…?” he panted almost desperately at his mate, Remi’s now wet hand coming down to grip the leopard’s thin hip, to give him leverage. His length standing at attention inside the thin fabric of his boxers, he ground himself forward. Shyly, Levi nodded, the earlier stifling had left him backed up, he knew for a fact it wasn’t over. Making quick work of the blankets that were wedged between the cat’s legs, the larger used his feet to kick the comforter off to the edge of the bed, leaving Levi’s half naked body exposed to the open air. Goosebumps rose along the surface of his pale freckled skin before Remi pushed his bare chest flush against Levi’s back. The taller could feel as his mate’s frame hitched, and stuffed, excitement building up within his groin waiting ever so desperately to hear another.

“Ye-haH-TSCHHUH!!” Into the open air in front of him, the sound rung into Remi’s ears like the sweetest symphony, his claws digging into the flesh of his boyfriend’s hip bone, before he thrusted himself up against him once more. All logical thought left Remi’s head as he made quick work to pull down the other’s boxer briefs, leaving his cheeks exposed. He took his time massaging, and gripping each plump mound, sliding his thumb ever so delicately between them. Levi let out a short whimper, rolling himself to each motion as his needs and desires rose to match his mate’s. “Please, dod’t tease be, Daddy, I wadt you to bake be feel better..” his poor nosey stuffed beyond compare as he managed to speak with blocked up words.

“Mmm…” Remi hummed with desire as he made quick use of his hand to pull his cock out from the hole within his boxers. “Daddy needs some help,” a Husky tone was ringing inside the leopard’s ears before the wolf took the lobe between his teeth and gently sucked on it. Rolling back ocean blues, a prolonged, low, inarticulate sound uttered from Levi’s thin throat as his breathing began to labor the hotter his body got. The anticipation, the feeling of his partner’s bare flesh up against his own. Remi brought his hand back up to the leopard’s mouth. “One more for Daddy? Please?” The sound of his voice was light, and gentle but still a seductive undertone. Levi brought it closer, if he was doing what he thought, he was going to need one last serious blow out. Cramming his eyes closed once more, he focused, found the center of the source and within a few seconds found it creeping back up through his nostrils, wiggling them back and forth before his body shook once more.

“HIH’TSCHU! HEEEH-TCHU!!!” A two-fer, as his saliva coated the wolf’s awaiting palm. Levi felt instant relief, like he accomplished the most difficult task of the century, as he was free from the horrible experience of stifling. Just what the wolf needed on both ends of the spectrum, unable to control his animalistic urges, Remi brought the hand to his cock, pumping it once, then twice. Now slick with his partner’s saliva, the length throbbed with anticipation as he brought it to the leopard’s cheeks, slowly spreading them apart with the head of his hung shaft.

“Such a good boy…” The wolf murmured with pride as he shoved the tip of his cock just past the threshold of Levi’s tight little ring. With a hoarse moan Levi rolled himself back, trying despairingly to slide it in further. “Aren’t we an impatient little kitten tonight..” his hot voice chiming through Levi’s sensitive nerve endings as his own length twitched with greed. “No need to make you suffer anymore than you have…” he let out a low, rough grunt before sheathing his full length inside the leopard’s ass.

“Ah..hah~” trembling underneath the wolf as his hole was entered, already starting to slide back out, in an effort to shove itself back home. Remi held a tight grip to his boyfriend’s slender haunches once again, now driving himself madly inside the cat. The arm that was trapped underneath the white haired man was just long enough to hitch upward and grab a fistful of the messy strands at the base, tugging with each messy thrust. Both of their eyes were pinched shut, their focus purely on the pleasure that engulfed them. Needing someway to relieve the cat as a thank you for being such a good submissive, Remi brought the hand that once gripped his hips, over to the other’s leaking and pulsing shaft. Pumping to the rhythm of each incalculable thrust, the leopard a whimpering and whining heap as his mate relentlessly pleasured him.

“I’b so close, Reb, I’b goigg to cub..please dod’t stop..” the younger sniveled in a stuffed up voice. The sound of his words being muggy from his earlier fit still, was enough to send a passionate heat through the man’s groin.

“Fuck…god..you’re so perfect..” he praised his little pet, hips driving madly inside the other as he relished in the feeling of Levi’s tight walls gripping his cock with such heated greed. “Your tight little hole’s going to make daddy cum…” growling once more feeling the force of his oncoming release just around the corner. He continued to pull and tug at Levi’s soft hair, before they both began to shake. “Shit…I’m cumming…” Remi gasped feverishly before his hips bucked upward, slamming into his boyfriend’s prostate as the hot seed came bursting out of him. His vision went black, all he could see was the faint sparkle of tiny stars that floated in the once clear space. Levi gripped the sheets beneath him as he tried to hide his face into the pillow, but with a forceful yank, his head fell back and he cried out with elation. They both came together, as the bus filled with the sound of anguished gasps, desperately trying to catch their senses. Both emeralds and ceruleans shut loosely as they allowed the rise and fall of the other’s chest to ground their post orgasm bliss. “Next time…just…let it out, kitten…” the wolf chuckled breathlessly. With a soft but audible yawn, Levi nodded his head of now tangled hair.

“Duly noted…” he managed with a huff before relaxing back into the arms of his lover. They laid there in silence, listening to the soft sounds of each other’s breathing, it was just peaceful enough for them both to return into the land of dreams.

The end.

I hope you liked this one, Geezie I made it special for you with lots of love 🫶🏻😩

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios Adventures

The academy was on fire. That's what it looked like anyway. Pulsing, all consuming pinks and purples flashed before Theo's eyes.

This is was the Void looked like, wasn't it? He was so tired, it hurt his brain to remember. This was his school in Pleasantview, nowhere near the demonic Void.

"Adam!" Theo cried out for his boyfriend, recognizing the familiar shape in a blaze of neon light. "Adam, it's me! What are you doing here? What's happening?"

"Adam!"

Theo bolted awake, surprised to feel the bed he was in and not the ground. The last thing he remembered, he was in Crystal Cove, staring at his father's horrified face. How had he gotten home to his own familiar bed in Arkhelios? Where was Adam?

What a nightmare he'd had. Theo had to assume it was a nightmare anyway. He would remember if the demonic Void opened under his school- at least he was pretty sure that he would. But he had been in Crystal Cove, not Pleasantview. He couldn't piece together the sequence of events in his mind. What on earth had happened?

"Dad! Theo's not dead!"

Theo turned and saw his little sister watching him from the comfort of his computer chair.

"Rien? What's going on? How did I get here?"

Adrienne shrugged, spinning around on the computer chair out of boredom.

"Dad brought you home," she answered. "I told him that the spirits weren't calling for you, but he didn't listen. I've been here waiting for you to wake up so he doesn't have a nervous breakdown. He gave Luci $20 for lunch at school even though it's the weekend. She went to her track meet while I've been making sure the spirits stay out of your room. And using your computer. Your digital shrine to Adam is lame by the way. Though it's cute that you want to name your first kid after Dad."

Adrienne nearly doubled over laughing at the horrified look on her brother's face. If Theo's head wasn't still pounding, he would have put up more of a fight against his snooping sister.

"As the Bellamy heir, it makes sense that we name our first son after Dad," he protested weakly. "Roman makes a good middle name too. At least I have a boyfriend, you wouldn't understand. You're just a kid."

Adrienne raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"I had one last month until he got boring. I'm not planning on marrying the first guy I dated and having his stupidly named kids," she laughed. "Speaking of stupidly named kids, Dad's feeding Abe in the kitchen. I'm supposed to send you there if you woke up. Aunt Lucy's here to yell at you."

"What does she want? What happened? Is Adam here too?"

Adrienne shrugged 

"No, Baby Roman Darktide's future dad got sent home. Something about a magical marvel he pulled off that made them reschedule the wedding planning dinner. I think his dad thinks we're going to sue him or something since you collapsed on his watch. Well, that and Aunt Lucy may have threatened him a little."

"He's okay then? The spell worked?"

Theo couldn't read the look his little sister gave him then. It was sad and worried and frustrated.

"You're an idiot," she sighed. "Yes it worked, but there are consequences. The spirits have been whispering about it non stop. Despite what you think, they think of you sometimes too. You should really try to listen for them. They might prevent you from making rash, idiot decisions."

Theo frowned. His little sister had inherited their great-grandmother's spiritual gifts, but despite her claims, Theo had never heard voices call to him. Ever. He would probably remember something as chilling as that.

What was he not remembering? Before the darkness overcame him, he had learned something, something important. He could only hear Adam's voice run through his head. If only he could talk to Adam. Maybe he would remember what happened.

"What consequences? I feel fine," Theo lied. He ignored the headache and the small ringing in his ears. They weren't important.

"I don't know," Adrienne teased. She absolutely knew what had happened. "I'd try something basic at school before you try more advanced magic. You wouldn't want to accidentally misspell your name or anything."

"What?"

"Alright, Abe's clean and changed, ready to try to eat some lunch again."

"Aww, my brother's come so far," Lucy teased, giving her brother a playful smack on the arm. 

"Ha ha," Abe Sr replied. "That never gets old, Luce. How original."

"It's not my fault that you named your bandaid baby after yourself," she laughed. "You could have always named him after me or whatever our bio-sibling goes by these days."

"Funny, but I think naming him Lucifer might make him get teased at school," Abe shot back.

"Hi."

The adults swivelled in their seats to find Theo anxiously watching them.

"Theo! You're awake. Here eat these, you need your strength." Roman dumped a plate of pancakes in front of his son with an embarrassing kiss on his head. If any of his friends had seen, Theo would have been mortified. "There's more pancakes when you finish those."

Theo smiled weakly, quickly brushing the hair his father had messed up.

"Thanks."

As Theo chewed, his aunt cleared her throat, grabbing his attention.

"So, Theo. Do you want to talk about what happened? About the spell you cast?"

Theo paused to collect his thoughts.

"Adam thought he had a brother," he said at last. "I met this guy who claimed to be his half-brother and we wanted to make sure. So I cast the equivalent of a paternity test. I just borrowed access to his bloodline to do it."

Lucy sighed in relief.

"Oh thank god. We were afraid you'd gone and done something stupid like demonic marriage or a deal like your idiot parents."

"Hey!"

"Your spellwork was masterful if that was what you were aiming for," Lucy praised. "You're doing so well in your studies and completely understanding the coursework. Your Aunt Alexis wants you to tackle much harder spells because of this. You're growing faster in your abilities than we ever thought. Good job."

Theo wasn't used to praise for his schoolwork, especially when his schoolwork ended with someone teleporting him while unconscious to recover in his bed at home. Any praise from his aunt was also suspicious, but he wasn't going to complain if she wanted to compliment him.

"If it all went so perfectly, why did my son collapse? Why did that warlock boy need to hang on to their spell to keep him safe?"

Lucy frowned for a moment, thinking her next words carefully.

"Two reasons," she said finally. "One, because you got too close to your feelings. You care about this boy and his feelings for the subject of your spell. Blood magic is personal and if you don't put up boundaries, you overinvest yourself and burn out. Cast spells for friends or acquaintances, never for love; never to soothe your loved one. You fall too deep and it takes too much from you. Start with people you don't care strongly about and then when you've learned control, open your spells to loved ones. It takes practice that you will learn in time. If you give too much of yourself, you don't know how you will change because of it and you will change. You have already."

"Changed how? Is he sick? Dying?"

Roman stared at his sister in law, trying to hide his fear. He was once the calm, cold heir to the Bellamy fortune and now he couldn't even leave his son unattended at a dinner party. When did the stress and worry ever end?

"He's fine, Roman. Does he look like he's dying?"

Roman looked at the teen currently shoving giant forks of pancake in his mouth. Theo did look fine, though he'd learned the hard way that looks can be deceiving when it came to demonic magic.

"I don't understand the complexities of blood magic, but your aunt says it's like a legal merger. Borrowing access to someone's bloodline that you have feelings for leaves traces behind, complications that need to be negotiated. You're supposed to meet with your headmaster when you get back to school on Monday to talk about this. He may have some insight to guide you."

"Reason number two that this ended dramatically is a lot simpler than you think. Theo was born cursed, that's not up for debate. However, that magic is bound to him, no matter if the curse was ended or not. It formed with him at conception; it's a part of him now.

"My mother is gone, and my grandmother is dead," Roman protested. "That whole mess is done. Theo is going to be fine. That's in the past."

Lucy frowned.

"That curse, like it or not is a part of him. A part of him that's been severed, but a part nonetheless. It's like a severed limb. It still has everything that makes Theo who he is in it. Even without the curse attached to him, his blood still calls out for it whenever his focus is too heavily on himself. It's something that he' going to have to compensate for in the future."

"A dead curse is just hanging around me? Like a magnet?" Theo asked. "Always?"

"Always," Lucy affirmed, uncharacteristically kind. Her brother in law looked like he could faint at any moment. "But it's never going to be active again. Think of it like a crack on your windshield. You know it's there, it obstructs your view when you try to drive like you normally would and you have to navigate your vision around it to drive properly. "

"Were you the one who cracked Mom's windshield?" Abe teased. "I told her it was you but she never believes me."

"You understand, right?" Lucy said, ignoring her brother. "You're not going to have a panic attack about this like the brave demon hyperventilating beside the stove?"

Theo nodded.

"I think so. Don't cast spells for Adam until I have more control and I need to figure out how to push away anything that might be summoned when I draw power to myself."

"Great! I think that was all I needed to discuss," Lucy concluded. "I have some documents waiting for me in my office now that you're feeling better. Demonic law stops for no one, not even the Sovereign's spouse and this case is important. Try to stay out of trouble, Theo. Your poor father is going to go grey by thirty five at this rate."

Theo froze. Around him, he could hear chairs scraping and his parents' voices. Abe threw his bottle on the ground, spilling formula everywhere.

Too slept next to Renarde, unaware of her master. Theo could feel his mind call to her reflexively, looking for magical assistance from his familiar.

"Your dad is going to go grey" why does that bother me? There was something that I've forgotten. Something important.

"Oh, Theo! I forgot to ask to about Adam," Lucy called, jarring the teen from his thoughts. "Does Adam have a brother? Did the spell at least work for all the trouble it caused?"

The spell....

Theo's mind raced, remembering how the air around Ewan and Adam crackled with power. How their blood called out to him, screaming that they were connected inescapably by their father.

"Yeah, he has a brother," Theo replied, his mind still racing to sort out his thoughts. "They-"

"You'll make your father go grey." Your father. Adam has a brother. Dad will go grey...Grey like his daughter.

In the hall, Lucy was rambling about child support and how Adam's father might want to get a lawyer to protect him from this mysterious new son of his, but Theo wasn't paying attention. Instead, his mind raced trying to remember the specifics of what he saw at the castle before he passed out.

I saw it. Victoriana, she and I had the same connection Adam and Ewan did. She's my sister. My sister is the future queen of Pleasantview. Why hasn't anyone told me this? Who else knows about this?

Georgiana was easy to figure out because of math and because of her appearance. Was Victoriana just as obviously his sister and Theo was simply too young to remember? His father never seemed to worry about the Pleasantview princess the same way he stressed out reading about Georgiana taking her first steps in the gossip magazines. He never disappeared on Victoriana's birthday to go sit out in the yard drinking heavily like he did for Georgiana's.

I don't think he knows.

It was the only conclusion Theo could come to. If his father knew, he'd be pacing the floors, worried that Victoriana might be traumatized by watching her half-brother collapse. But if he didn't know, then who did? Did the queen know for certain or did she just have a list of potential fathers to work from?

When had this happened? Theo tried to remember the princess' birthday. She was what, a year younger than him? A year and a half? Close enough to Luci and Rien's age that he would guess that his parents had been broken up at the time. His father might not have even been married to Adrian at the time. Should he look up tabloids from a decade ago to check?

Did he want to tell his parents about this information if they didn't already know? What would the consequences be if he did? Would it make his dad as upset as he was about Georgiana? The queen of Pleasantview would probably keep him from the princess' life, just like Aunt Ulyssa had. Would he be disrupting his half-sister's life if he did tell someone? If he were in her shoes, what would he want?

He couldn't decide what the right thing to do was. He'd ask Adam whenever his own family was done having their own family discussions. If it had to wait to Monday at school, Theo supposed he could wait. There was no way he wanted a text that anyone could read out in the open. A topic this serious needed to be a face to face conversation in absolute secrecy.

He stood, numbly ignoring his parents and aunt who were still going on and on about legal obligations to children. He needed time to process all of this. He needed time alone to learn how to shoulder this burden.

"Which princess are you thinking about? The one we don't talk about or the future queen?"

Theo turned around to find Adrienne following closely behind him.

"Y-you knew?"

Adrienne shrugged, as if this weren't earth shattering news.

"It was in the cards," she explained. "I've known for a while. The queen shows up in my readings all the time with her daughter. It doesn't take a genius to figure out why when the kid has no known father and our father is as...fertile as he is. Aunt Maura knows, but no one else. I asked the spirits about it many times and each time it's just me, Aunt Maura and the queen who knows. I guess you're added to that list now too. Welcome to the club."

The frowned, unnerved by his sister's relaxed assessment of this news.

"Why haven't you told Dad? Should he know? I mean, I don't plan on telling him, but he should know, right? It feels wrong not to tell him." Theo paused. "Why aren't you mad about this? Should I feel mad? This is just more evidence that Dad slept around his entire life and still couldn't figure out how to use birth control and who knows how many other half-siblings we have or if they're upset at us for being raised by Dad and-"

Theo was cut off from his ramblings by his sister's arms wrapping firmly around him in a comforting hug.

"You think too much," she declared. "Try listening to the spirits for once in your life. They say it's not time to act, but the time is coming soon. This will all come out when it's supposed to, don't worry."

"If you say so," Theo replied, hugging his little sister back. "I still don't hear them, no matter how hard I listen, but I'm glad that you can. You're really lucky."

"Trust me, it's really more of a curse to hear them," she stated. "I know things that I definitely don't want to know about. The spirits aren't ever shy about what they want to talk about. "

"Fair enough. You let me know when the spirits think that this needs to be addressed. I'll try not to worry until then."

"Deal."

"Oh, and Theo? "

"Yes?"

"None of the adults wanted to tell you or are too dumb to figure it out, but your stupid plan with Adam changed your true name and left a residual connection to the Maricourt family in your blood that you'll probably have for the rest of your life. Oh, and watch out for red heads. Something big is coming for you, something you don't want to tick off."

"What?!"

[leighsartworks216]

Just A Child

Darkiplier x teenage!gn!reader (PLATONIC)

Requested by 🖌 Anon:

“Bro (/gn), Would you be willing to write something about this idea? So, in the Markiplier universe- under the assumption that Actor has been Mark in each project- he kinda drags Viewer (Ima call them V) along with him, right? So, imagine if instead V was actually just a nervous teen. (Obviously the people in each universe would just be complimenting V, not flirting) So, they're sticking with Mark since they don't really have anyone else to rely on or anything. But what if they don't really like Mark, and see Dark as a more stable... well... everything. An you know how Dark seems kinda hooked on getting V "out of Mark's grasp" basically? So, what if V takes him up on that, and Dark DOES manage to get V away from Mark, and like, takes them back to the Ego mansion or smth and kinda just helps them adjust and interact with everyone and more-or-less becomes their caretaker/guardian? If not, that's fine! Either way, have a great day/night/etc. :)”

I highkey had a hard time writing this one and I'm not, like, 100% happy with it but idk maybe it's just bc I've been working on it for a while lol

Warnings: Actor is a creep in this (mostly implied), hurt/comfort-ish?

Word Count: 1563

Masterlist

  You fidgeted as you walked through the theater again. The incessant “Bonjour”s were giving you a headache at this point. And the most you’d had to eat was a sandwich. Though, it was a while ago since that happened…

“The romance?... Or the horror?”

The last time you came through here, you’d “watched” the romance. It was… something.

You pointed at the horror door.

“Good idea! I’ve actually never seen this play before. I don’t even know who made it, so…” Mark shrugged, smiling that fake, plastered-on grin as always. “Could be a fun adventure.”

“Good luck!” One of the waiters… employees… One of the men that seemed to work everywhere you went stared dead at Mark. It was the first time you saw him so serious.

Mark also seemed unsettled. “Oh, okay. Alright.” He did a little salute as he said, “Bonjour!” to the employee.

As you followed Mark to your seats (him going on a one-sided dialogue about how he was a “patron of the arts” and so on), you couldn’t help but feel… unsettled. You looked around. Nothing was out of place since the last time you came through here. And yet, a chill still ran up your spine as you sat in the front row seat, directly in front of the lone table on stage.

“You want some popcorn?” It was futile to reach for a piece, but you tried anyway, before the carton of kernels was pulled away. “OH! It’s starting!”

Was it?

When you turned back to Mark to ask him just that, you found his chair empty. The cold feeling of dread covered your shoulders like a blanket. Your gaze found itself once again fixated on the table on the stage. Creaking sounded from every corner of the room. A high pitched whine rang out, coming from within you just as much as it was coming from around you. The room began to distort. Change. Shift.

And then it was dark.

“You’re… different.”

You would have screamed, but you couldn’t feel yourself anymore. It felt like your body had been swept away, like all that was left in this void was your conscience. Instead, you stared.

The man before you looked like Mark. But he felt… wrong. Looking at him gave you a headache. His skin was pale, lacking any color at all. In fact, the only color you could see anymore were glitches of red and blue that clung to his suit and formed distorted versions of the man standing behind himself.

The man tilted his head. His neck cracked sickeningly. “So,” he mused, though his voice lacked any mirth, “he’s dragging along helpless teenagers now… How pitiful.”

Who are you? echoed around in your mind. He didn’t answer your question, if he even heard it at all.

“I know this must seem confusing, like a bad dream you can’t wake up from… But believe me when I tell you that it is all his doing.”

In a blink of an eye, you found yourself sitting at the table from the restaurant. The only difference, aside from the nothingness that surrounded you, was the man in Mark’s place. He had his fingers interlaced, hands resting on the edge of the table.

“Endless choices, all leading you back here.”

A voice whispered from the darkness. Trapped. A moment later, the man was saying the same thing.

“You’re trapped in his little game.”

Your voice came as little more than a whisper. It faded into the darkness surrounding you.

“How do you get out?” He tilted his head at you. Curious, studying. As if he didn’t expect you to ask such an odd question. “I can help you.”

In another flash, you were back outside. You weren’t sure where, but it felt less suffocating than the endlessness from before.

“Enough of the choices. Enough of this endless cycle of meaningless.” He straightened up, brushing his hair back from his face before holding out his hand. “I can get you out of here. You just need to let me i-”

-

“Oops.” The world was dark again. You didn’t look up from your chocolate ice cream. “Looks like you made the wrong choice.”

“I-I shot someone.”

Even after all of this fake Mark’s reassurances that it would be okay, your hands were still shaking. The heavy weight of the gun still sat in your palms. But every time you looked, it wasn’t there.

The man, entity, whatever he was, watched as you picked up your spoon. It trembled and shook in your grasp. He worried for a brief moment that you would drop it before it even reached the bowl.

“I’m sorry.”

You looked up. The blue and red that surrounded him seemed dimmer than earlier, softer. You couldn’t hear the ringing that pressed against your skull. He thought you looked like an infant - too young and small to be dragged into Mark’s mess.

“What I promised you still stands.” He reached his hand across once more. His hand was ice cold as it grabbed yours, stilling your tremors. “I can get you out of here.”

You should have been terrified. First Mark, with his uncomfortable flirting, as if this was all just some role that needed to be played. Then the endless loops. And now…

“Wh-What.” You cleared your throat, trying to steel the dread in your soul. “What’s your name?”

He tilted his head, brow furrowing. He seemed to ponder this for a moment.

“Do you have a name…?”

“I used to,” he admitted. A flash of… something in his eyes. “I suppose, for simplicity’s sake, you may call me Dark.”

You whispered his name with a mixture of awe and curiosity. “M-My name is-” The world fell away before your eyes.

You blinked up at the building before you. A… museum? Paintings hung on walls peeked out of the large glass windows. You could just barely see a sculpture inside. You looked down at your clothes and found you were wearing all black. A grapple gun rested on your hip.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

Turning on a dime, you were face to face once again with Mark. His lips curled into a cheshire grin. There was too much knowing in his eyes.

“You’re not backing out now, are ya?”

-

Your phone buzzed. You pulled it from your pocket with trembling fingers.

Don’t you feel like you’re running in circles?

You didn’t recognize any of the portraits on the walls. All of them had their eyes crossed out. And it felt like they were… whispering to you. The only one that looked even remotely familiar sat at the end of the hallway. It looked like-

“Same snake, different skin.”

You wheeled around, heart racing in your chest. Dark stood there, hands behind his back, in a white suit this time. He looked just as malcontented with your presence in this “game” as he had the last time you saw him.

“Always spinning his yarns, his webs, his lies.” He sighed, tilting his head. He seemed almost like a disappointed parent, scolding you for staying out too late. “I always thought that you were trapped in his games. Perpetually plunging down the rabbit holes of his stories. Helpless. Lost.”

You looked over your shoulder at the last portrait. The paint had flaked away and fallen off, but you remember the smiling face that was there before. The disgusting, plastered-on smile that was always there. “Was that Mark?”

The entity hummed. In a flash of red and blue, he was standing in front of the painting, scowling at the gilded frame. “He is behind all of this. Pulling the strings like a puppeteer controlling a marionette.” His gaze flicked over his shoulder. You swallowed at the implication.

“Last time…” Your brow furrowed. How long ago had that been? How long ago was it that you sat at the ice cream parlor, being comforted after shooting Mark? You swallowed, and pushed back the thought. Dark’s face softened, as if he knew what had crossed your mind. “Last time you said you could get me out of here.”

He turned his body to face you. Haloed by the light above the picture, he nodded. “I can.”

Unbidden, tears welled in your eyes. “Please.” You bit your lip, fighting the shake in your voice. “Please get me out of here.”

He stepped forward, stopping a few feet in front of you. His face was somber, gentle. He seemed to look you over for a minute. Perhaps he was seeing what you’d gone through - the prison, the forest, the pirate ship, the cave. Every now and again, an image of himself would turn to the side and scream.

You swallowed hard. Would he turn you away now? He so openly gave you his hand before, offered a way out. Would he abandon you in this loop now? A warm tear fell down your cheek.

“Please.”

Cold arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a broad chest. A hand carefully cupped the back of your head. “I will get you out.” He held you as you clung to him and cried into his suit. He could only hope they were tears of joy and relief, and not for the choices you’d been forced to make. You were just a child, after all. And he would make sure Mark knew, too, when his time came.

[moonxkitty]

into the mirror (1/?)

This is a fem reader (i use y/n but it's still yuu) rewrite of twisted wonderland. I love the original game, but i wanna delve into the vignettes and incorporate them into the story as much as possible, as well as add some romance just because.

Silence filled the nullified, empty void of a room you currently stood in. Your own breaths couldn't be heard, as if time and space itself had stopped completely. A cavity of darkness with icy cold air like nothing you've felt before. The shiver that ran down your back was the only movement you made, your body refusing to do anything more than that. After a few moments it became bright. A blinding, green light filled your vision until it subdued, revealing where it was coming from. A mirror. An oval mirror. The outside was gold with beautiful and intricate detailing on it.

Eventually the light dimmed enough for you to make out the figure within the reflectionless mirror. A green, glowing hand, with nails as sharp as claws, unlike anything you had ever seen before.

You studied the hand, unaware of what to do. It was reaching out towards you, as if it wanted you to take its hand. Before you could make a decision on whether or not to do such a thing, a voice spoke up, echoing throughout the void.

"Ah... My dearly beloved. A lovely and nobel flower of evil."

You looked around, unable to see anyone around you. It was just you and the mirror.

As it began to speak, you felt inclined to get closer. Each word spoken was another step taken.

"Mirror, Mirror on the wall who is the....."

The voice faded out, going into silence once more. Your eyes stayed on the hand for several minutes, before the voice spoke up again, this time in a whisper.

"Take the hand beckoning you."

"Take the hand."

"Take it."

And so, you took it.

It yanks you forward towards the mirror. You close your eyes tight, waiting for impact, but it never comes. Instead you're in another dark space, this time, feeling wood against your back.

"Hhn not again.." you mumble to yourself. Going through the mirror gave you a killer migraine but wherever you are right now doesn't provide enough space for you to move your hand to your head. The, what appears to be a door, which is keeping you in such a confined space, begins rattling. You dont say anything, for fear of scaring whoever or whatever it is off and not letting you out.

"Time to get this coffin open and steal those robes~ Nyahaha" a cheeky voice declared from the otherside. Had you died? Or had you been mistakenly buried alive? Both thoughts were bone chilling.

The banging and clanking had continued on for a few moments before the voice spoke up again, "Fine~ if you won't open the easy way, I guess I'll have to use my special powers! They don't call me The Great Grim for nothin'!"

It was quiet once more, making you fear your only way out had disappeared until you heard a sizzling sound. Smoke filled your lungs, forcing you to cough, and as a result your eyes watered. The confined space you were in got hotter and hotter, panic rising in your chest as your mind was plauged of thoughts of burning alive. But then the lid popped open and the fire, which was blue to your surprise, started to put itself out. As if it truely was magic.

You fell out of the coffin and onto the floor, coughing and hacking for air. It still hurt to breath from all the smoke, but it was starting to pass.

"Gah~ You're not supposed be awake!!" The voice yelped.

Your eyes remain closed, and in between coughs you make your rebuttal, "Do you mean awake or alive?"

"Mya? What are you blabbering about!?"

"Oh you know exactly what I mean, you dirty grave rob-" you turn to look at whoever's speaking at you only to stumble back further in surprise, "gahh! a talking raccoon!"

The creature took great offense to your comment and got on all four of his legs, trying to look more intimidating.

"I'm not a raccoon! I'm The Great Grim!! Now hand over your robes."

You look down out of confusion to notice that you were, in deed, wearing robes. They were reminiscent of a mages, and you definitely weren't wearing them before you arrived.

"Sorry, but I don't think I want to... give up my robes that is, Mr. Grim," you smile sheepishly at him.

"Guess I'll have to roast ya' then! I gotta have those robes before the ceremony," he growls, getting ready to pounce on you. Thats your cue to leave. You get up as fast as you can, and book it out of the room. Its a struggle to run, seeing as the robes are way too big for you making you trip over them every once in awhile.

Through the hallway, down the corridor, the two of you go. You manage to make it outside to the court yard, only barely losing him but you know he'll find you again soon. You just need a breather before you continue to run.

"Nyahaha!? You think you can escape The Great Grim? Foolish human!! I'm gonna get you!" he calls out, while you're barely still out of his sight.

There were some bushes surrounding a few of the trees that were dense enough that if one were to hide there, they probably wouldn't be seen. Running out of options you quickly pull your hood up and jump into the bushes.

Wrong move apparently, as you ram into two other people in the same robes as you. One of them being hit against the tree, the other just being pushed to the ground.

"Ouch! What gives!?" The one who was rammed into the tree questions, rubbing his head.

You quickly sit up and cover his mouth with your hand. You were practically on top of him, had your hand not be in the way, you would've been almost close enough to kiss.

"Shhh, he'll hear you," you whispered. The silence was awkward, the other person just lying there trying to recover from hitting their back on the grass so hard.

You took this time to look at the boy you were shushing, he had ginger hair, a black heart around his left eye, and heavy eyeliner. He couldn't do the same, however, as the hood over your head made it impossible to see your facial features.

You hear the voice once more, this time clearly just right outside of your hiding spot.

"Nya~ that stupid human must've ran off... but The Great Grim won't give up that easily!" he snickers, scurrying off.

Once you're absolutely sure he's gone, you take your hand off of the boy's mouth.

"Sorry," you apologize, "I didnt mean to ram you into a tree."

His face is flushed from the compromising position the two of you are in.

"Can you... move..?" He asks, rather embarrassed, the other person now laughing at him.

"Oh... Yeah, sorry I didn't even realize! My bad!" You climb off of him and stand up. The laughing coming from the other turns into cackling.

You bow, apologize profusely, "I'm so sorry to interrupt your intimate time together! I didn't know this was a makeout place for couples!"

The laughing died down, and as if the one boy's face wasnt already red from embarassment it was not. The purple haired person's cheeks also flushed, it was hard to tell who was more humiliated by such an accusation.

"Huhhh?" The ginger nearly yelled.

"No need to be embarassed!" You wave your hand at him dismissively and go up to the other, "Sorry about earlier! I wasn't trying to do anything, don't worry, I respect girl code!" Your hands were grasping 'hers.'

"Girl code!?" The 'girl's' voice was deeper than you expeceted. "I'm not a girl! Can't you clearly tell I'm a guy!" He huffed.

Taken aback you, once more apologize, "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to misgender you! I should think before I speak, gahh!!" You lightly hit your forehead with the palm of your hand.

"I support gay rights, don't worry...!" You quickly add, trying to make up for the mess you made.

Wrong move, again, apparently.

"Wha— I'm not gay!" The ginger denies, getting all defensive. You weren't gonna push it, but in the back of your mind you suspected he was probably bi or something along those lines, as he was acting a little too fruity for a straight guy.

You simply bow, profusely apologizing for everything that's just occured. "I am so sorry...."

The two boys looked at each other, the ginger shrugging at the purple haired one, confused on why you were acting so weird.

They hadn't seen your face yet, curiousity was rising in both of them. But before they could have the chance the voice from earlier was back.

"Nyahahaha!! Foolish human, I smell you~ I'm gonna roast you if you don't come here!"

You turn around to face where the voice was coming from and then back to the two boys. "Sorry, but thats my cue to run! See ya— or maybe not."

Slipping out of the bushes you run off, the creatures voice yelling at you to come back. As if you were going to listen to him after making it past him so far.

Once again the chase insued. You ran back into the building, down a couple hallways, before ending up in a library.

It was unlike any library you had ever seen, floating books scattered around the room. There seemed to be shelf after shelf lined up, the room so large it felt like it was never ending. You weaved your way between the different book shelves as the small, gray monster chased you. However you made a wrong turn and found yourself face to face with the wall.

"I've got you now!" The monster grins, a devilish, toothy grin, as he corners you in between shelves. Without hesitation, you grab one of the floating books and hold it back as if it were a baseball back.

"Sorry kitty, but I'll use this if I have to," you warned.

A boisterous voice, one you recognized as soon as it spoke, called out, "No need for that! My lash of love's got it taken care of."

It was the one who beckoned you into the mirror. But why? You'd have to ask him later.

"Nyahhh~ Let go of me! Don't you know who I am?! I'm The Great Grim!" The monster snarls, thrashing around in the ropes grip, however he's unable to escape.

The man who had confined Grim came into view. His crow-like appearance and glowing yellow eyes intriguing you, as they were nothing like you had ever seen before.

"There you are! I assume you're a new first year student this year? My, my, you sure were eager to make your debut," the man speaks, pausing for a moment to look over at Grim, "I'm sure you know that bringing a poorly trained familiar is a clear violation of school policy, no?"

Grim looks taken aback, and hisses, "I'm not some lowly human's familiar! Now, let me go!"

"I'm not a lowly human... But he's right about not being my familiar..." You try to explain but the crow-masked man refuses to listen.

"Rebellious familiars always say that. Now be quiet, why don't you?" He commands, and Grim's mouth shuts tight.

He tries to speak but just gets out muffles, "MMphm-!"

The crow man sighs, and turns back to you, "Now, the ceremony is waiting for you. You're the last one to get sorted and everyones getting impatient and wants to get back to their dorms."

You look at him, a bit confused, before speaking up, "Ceremony? Dorms...? Where am I?" You start to question your surroundings as you glance around.

"Ah, it seems as though traversing through the mirror has made your memory fuzzy. That happens from time to time." The crow mask man remarks back, completely ignoring and leaving your questions unanswered.

You follow him in silence, only more questions building up inside. Why was there a talking cat? Or tanuki... or whatever it was. And why was this man so weird? You definitely must've gotten yourself involved in a cult and the leader was taking you to your initiation.

You begin to glance around, "Don't drink the koolaid, Y/N... you'll be okay as long as you don't drink the koolaid." you mumble in an attempt to keep calm.

Once you walk through the large doors, back into the room you were previously in, you see a bunch of people around your age wearing robes. The same robes you were wearing. There was instantly whispers amongst them all, the few that you managed to overhear were about how you ran off or were late to the ceremony.

Once ushered to the mirror, you stare at it, unable to say anything. The face that stared back at you was... peculiar. It was the same green color as that hand. It must be the same entity, whatever it may be.

The crow man looked at you expectantly, but you weren't sure what you were supposed to do. That was until the mirror spoke.

"State your name." It demanded.

I promise I'll write more often <3

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A Heartrender's Fire: ch. III

Tolya Yul-Bataar x Lantsov!ofc

Words: 5199 Warnings: canon-typical violence and language, volcra, poor descriptions of grisha powers, grisha powers following the show's logic and not the one in the books, me making up names and titles. also justice for kovu cause the guy straight up disappeared mid-episode. also i don't speak ravkan (russian?) so let's pretend i know what I'm doing A/N: this took way too long because i essentially had a surgery performed on me last month and I'm *still* recovering. anyways, this is way too fun to write so don't worry, i am continuing this story. we're getting some backstories here, too, which i think is pretty neat.

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III: Like calls to like

The day woke up cloudy, but the spirits at the Volkvolny were as bright as the Sun Summoner’s light. Sturmhond had been preparing the ship for the trip to the Fold all morning, giving concise directions to the crew. Only a small group would be coming with him and his clients up in the air, and his sister quickly pointed out that she wasn’t staying behind, no matter how much her brother wanted to keep her safe on the ship while he returned to their homeland. 

“Anything happens on the Fold, you’ll need me,” she had argued, once again before Tamar and Tolya’s unimpressed faces.

“I have a Sun Summoner now. I think I’ll be fine.”

Ouch, Irina didn’t let the reaction show in her face. Tolya did feel her heart beat just a tad faster, though. Not that he was actively seeking her heartbeat out. He would often find himself listening unconsciously and could distinguish it from miles away. Not even metaphorically. 

“It’s my country too, Nikolai. Anything happens on the Fold, you’ll need me,” she repeated.

Sturmhond looked at his sister. Few times she ever addressed him with his name, right in the open, and he realized that no matter how much he wanted to keep his little sister away from danger, she would always find her way to it, face first, full charge.

“Fine,” he sighed. “You’re buying kvas later, though.”

“Deal.”

He still scowled when he took her in, smiling her victorious smile as she high-fived the twins, the three of them chattering amongst themselves as the ship took them closer to the black void that had haunted and fascinated the second prince for so long. Irina was fully aware of the danger, and despite her best efforts, a chill went through her spine at the thought of her first passage through the darkness, afraid, and alone. 

I have a Sun Summoner now. Sturmhond could lie to himself all he wanted, but his sister knew he was just as scared as her. Only now they had a living Saint with them, able to wield the power of two amplifiers and the hope of an entire nation. 

The Volkvolny sailed through the waves seemingly faster than ever. Irina almost wished the ship would stop and trap them on the sea forever, anything but returning to the one place she had been miserable at. No matter how many dirty taverns, war camps, and smelly docks she stepped on, the image of the Grand Palace was enough to fix a permanent frown on her otherwise peaceful manner.

But she was a big girl now. Whatever was waiting for her on the other side should fear her, too. She was powerful, not as much as Alina, or as intelligent as Nikolai, but she still had royal blood in her veins, which coincidentally pumped enough fire to bring down the whole palace with just a flick of her hand. She felt the warmth on her cheeks at the thought, and with a small smile, she looked up, finding Tolya’s gaze.

The giant was looking at her with an all-knowing grin, which she quickly replicated. He noticed her fingers had been absentmindedly tracing her own amplifier, barely taking it out of her clothes. He had noticed that little quirk of hers after she got it, almost a month into joining them on the crew. A failed smuggling operation on the Fjerdan border ended with Sturmhond almost decapitated by a wolf, and Irina melting the snow around them as she protected him from the pack that was sure to attack. Tolya had known Irina’s heart marched to a different beat than her brother’s, but it was only after seeing the flames around her body that he fully knew what was different about her. He had eyed her closely after that, always finding something new about her to stare at, from the way her eyes seemed to come alive in the sun and radiate warmth in the night. Or how she was grounding herself as her fingers danced down the wolf’s fang as if she too needed a reminder of the fire she carried in her soul. There were many things about Irina Lantsov that could be admired, according to Tolya. Not that he would ever tell her. 

Simultaneously, Alina was also stroking her wrists, feeling the amplifiers without looking up. Irina glanced at her, noticing the way her face lit up when Mal approached her again. For a second she longed for it, that love out in the open, despite the dire situation the young couple was in. Their conversation was soon cut short by her brother, perched nearby, waiting for his big entrance as he always did. His voice was loud, demanding, and powerful–everything he had been raised to be.

“Who says you’ll be on your own?” He raised his leg on a box and casually leaned up front. “I want a front-row seat to the light show, thank you very much. Plus, the King’s on the other side of the Fold, ergo, so is my payment.”

“We could definitely use your arsenal,” Mal reckoned.

“Maybe some kind of fortified carriage?” Alina thought.

“Carriage? Land travel is so boring. And that’ll take days!” Sturmhond walked away from them, giving Irina the silent indication she needed to brace herself for takeoff. “Come along! Prepare to decouple!”

Tolya and Tamar quickly jumped to the section, their faces glistening with anticipation.

“Kovu.” Sturmhond nodded at the Squaller behind Alina and Mal. He pulled the lever that engaged the sails. “Secondary mast released!” Kovu shifted the position of the sails so they stood horizontal to the ship, all of it under the astonished eyes of the Sun Summoner. “Engage secondary sail!”

And with another push upwards, the Hummingbird flew out of reach as the rest of the Volkvolny stayed on the water. Alina stumbled over to the wooden bench Irina had fallen asleep just a day prior and looked around in disbelief and fear as the air grew colder and purer the higher they flew in the sky. Tamar chuckled at the girl, enjoying the sight of the Sun Summoner scrambling to stay sitting. Even Irina grinned, feeling somewhat superior for a slight second.

Even the Sun Summoner feels fear.

She couldn’t help but comment. “It’s like watching a newborn discover the world.”

Tolya laughed, who had casually stood beside her, looking at the sea below them and enjoying the sight of the horizon. Irina felt a warmth in her cheeks that she was sure wasn’t because of the chill that settled around the Hummingbird. Instead of looking in Tolya’s direction, she faced her brother, who was also staring at Alina with amusement, only his eyes were kinder and curious, a sight Irina knew too well was only reserved for very few women out there. 

Yet Mal was the only one who got her to open her eyes and walk with her to the edge. Mal was the only one she trusted to catch her if she fell. Irina wondered what that would feel like, should the moment come. Who would come to her rescue, not for who she was, but because they cared about her. 

Kovu kept working the sails as they rapidly approached Ravkan soil, the sea blending with the land. Irina’s heart drummed in anticipation, looking back as they left the sea behind.

“How are you holding up?” Tolya suddenly spoke. He seemed nearer, their arms barely touching.

“Meh.”

He shook his head, his eyes shifting from the sky to the ground below them. “Why haven’t you told them about you being Grisha?” He lowered his voice. Irina looked around, sighing in relief once she saw her brother keeping his guests entertained. “It’s bound to happen, anyway.”

“And give away the big reveal? No way.” Irina scoffed, looking back at him for a second.

“Don’t be like your brother.” Tolya’s seriousness would’ve caught her off-guard, but she was used to his sudden tone changes. 

“I’m not like my brother. In fact, I’m better.”

“Something Sturmhond would say.”

“Something Ainthe would say, too,”

“See?”

“Shut up,” she giggled. He smiled too, missing the sound of her laugh. After the prior day’s events, he wouldn’t admit he would miss her laugh if she was gone. “Honestly, I don’t know. I’m so used to hiding amongst Ravkans… I can’t tell how they’ll react.”

“They’re good people.”

“How can you tell?”

“I happen to have a way with hearts.”

“You don’t say.”

“Captain! The Fold’s in sight!” Tamar called, effectively interrupting the banter between the two Grisha.

“Next stop, destiny.” 

“For Saint’s sake, Sturmhond,” Irina groaned. 

“What? I’m trying to add dramatic effect here.”

“We don’t need it.”

“Says who?”

“Says me.”

“Children.”

–·–

The Hummingbird entered the pit of darkness in complete silence. Thunder rumbled as the flying vessel tore through the barrier, and Irina took one last big gulp of fresh air before her body was completely surrounded by obscurity. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the black, and she released a silent breath, moving her head around as soon as she heard the first creature’s wail in the distance. Kovu kept the flying skiff afloat, his arms tiring but without complaint. Alina stood at the front, arms ready, while Irina gripped the ropes, looking wildly around. 

The crew seemed to gather behind Alina, with narrowed eyes, trying to find some hope to hold on to.

“I hate this place,” Mal commented in a low voice.

They all knew they had to be very silent if they wanted to make it out alive.

“Eh, it’s just a bit of pitch black and bloodthirsty monsters,” Sturmhond joked. He ignored the unimpressed faces of his clients and faced his family. “What’s not to love?”

He gladly received in his open palm his firearm which Tamar had thrown at him, never losing his mischievous smirk.

“Seems like a good day to kill some Volcra,” Tamar growled, getting her own weapons ready as well.

Tolya sighed. “I’d much rather a hot bath and a book of sonnets.”

Tamar stared at him in disbelief. Tolya was looking at the darkness with a longing look, picturing himself in the warm water, and Irina had to glance another way just to stop those thoughts from wandering elsewhere. She rolled the sleeves of her red coat up, her hands tense and ready to summon. Should Alina fail, she would become the first line of infantry. Irina stood next to Kovu, guarding the Squaller at the back while the rest of the team remained at the front.

“All good?” she asked the man, noticing the faint line of sweat on his forehead.

“Could be better,” he replied.

Irina sighed. “It won’t take much longer, don’t worry.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about.”

The girl couldn’t say anything else, for she too felt the tension rising with every passing second. She knew it hadn’t been that much time since they entered, but any time spent inside the Fold felt like an eternity. 

Alina stood up near the edge, and the light show quickly began. With heavy breathing, the Sun Summoner created a light barrier that first extended around the Hummingbird, and then expanded into the black void. Irina stared around in amazement, a hole opening itself in front of them where the ancient mountains of Tsibeya stood at the horizon, welcoming them home once more. Light and heat overwhelmed Irina as beams of light danced on Alina’s arms. 

The barrier only got bigger from then on, and just as they were about to exit on the other side of the hole Alina had opened, things spiraled down. Alina’s light flickered, her arms flailing wild as she tried to call on her power once again, but nothing responded.

“Alina!” Mal kept calling her, but whatever made her stop had also thrown her off on the deck, the protective barrier of light gone with her.

The Volcra didn’t take long. Their growling was near, angry and ferocious, as the last beams of light extinguished around them. The Fold swallowed them whole again, and Sturmhond didn’t waste any time.

“Kovu!” he yelled at the Squaller as he took some steps back. “Get us out!” he stood before his sister, guns ready.

Kovu quickly rearranged the sails, making the ship fly faster at his mercy. Irina’s relief was short-lived, for one of the haunting monsters was now perched right beside them, ready to launch itself at its first victim.

Sturmhond quickly fired his revolver at it, making it stand back. The twins stood at the rear of the ship, the five of them standing in a circle as they protected each other’s backs. With Alina still on the floor and Mal perched over her, they weren’t the primary victims of the giant creatures.

Another one tore the main overhead sail open and landed on the deck right in front of the twins, who quickly got to work to end the monster’s life. The skiff was tilting dangerously, having lost its main support to stay afloat, but Kovu was doing everything in his power to get them out of the Fold on the other side while keeping the Hummingbird in the air. Irina didn’t need to be a genius to know they would not last long.

Sturmhond helped Tolya with a shot to where the Volcra’s heart supposedly was, and the giant quickly cut its head off. Irina assessed the damage, noticing the big hole in the fabric right above her head. She saw Alina finally stand up, still looking out of it, and because Mal only had eyes for her, neither of them saw the monster that was coming at a rapid speed to them.

Alina barely had time to look up before Irina stood protectively over them, firing a big and scathing flare up towards it, almost bursting it into flames as it fell through the void, fire following the Volcra as it sunk deeper into the Fold. 

Irina smiled at the sight, her fingers itching for more, standing tall and proud at her own display of power under the stunned faces of Alina and Mal.

“You’re Grisha?”

“No time to explain, Sol Koroleva,” Irina said.

The Hummingbird hit the exit of the Fold with a strong thud, nothing in comparison with their previous smooth entrance. The ship kept descending, gaining speed as it did so. One of the engines didn’t survive the attack, and the smoke was quickly turning into a well-spread fire at the front of the skiff. Irina was almost sent back flying, and would have crashed into the ship’s barrier if it hadn’t been for Tolya’s extended arm, catching her and bringing her closer to him, pinning her to the same rope he was holding on to for dear life as gravity pulled the crew down.

“Kovu, begin descent!” Sturmhond called, balancing on two feet, even though there wasn’t much Kovu could do. “Brace yourselves for landing!”

They were hurtling straight to the ground, and the Squaller could only do so much to prevent them from crashing completely. Everybody was trying to grasp at anything that could keep them up, bracing for the incoming impact. Irina felt helpless once again, but she didn’t have time to feel sorry for herself, because, with another jolt, the Hummingbird finally crashed, sending everybody down on the ground, impacting with the walls as the ship swept along the flat land and continued forward. Tolya kept a hand on the rope and another slithered around Irina’s waist, keeping her in front of her as the ship continued in motion through the meadow. Irina could only count the seconds until the movement stopped, closing her eyes in a silent prayer. 

Fortunately for her, it wasn’t long before it did.

Everybody was grunting and breathing heavily. Irina felt the burn on her hand from groping the rope for dear life, but Tolya didn’t take his arm off her.

“Is everyone okay?” Sturmhond asked loudly, quickly getting up.

Irina felt Tolya’s arm tensing slightly before finally releasing her, going to check on his sister who was still panting but seemed otherwise fine. 

“You good?” Sturmhond asked Irina, placing a hand on her back as he checked for any injuries on the younger girl. 

She nodded. “Yeah. You?”

He nodded too. That was all confirmation they needed before they both jumped over the deck onto solid ground, assessing the damage.

“Another one gone.”

Irina frowned. “This one worked. It was the Volcra.”

“It’s always the Volcra.”

But none of them could even breathe in relief before a bugle blew nearby. A regiment of the First Army had so lovingly decided to welcome them back to their land, with raised firearms ready to shoot at them, and its Colonel walking up front in a menacing stance.

The twins didn’t even shudder at the sight.

“Well, looks like we’re about to enjoy a traditional Ravkan welcome,” Tolya joked. 

Irina smiled, feeling the air charging with her brother’s boastful ego, about to make his big entrance. Maybe she was a bit like her brother. Not that she would ever admit that.

“You’ve crossed illegally onto Ravkan soil. Identify yourselves,” the Colonel called.

Sturmhond jumped down, standing in front of his crew with a straight back. He took off his bag, giving it to Tolya. “I’ll handle this.”

Irina stood back, repressing a smile.

“What are you doing?” Alina whispered at him but shut up at the look Irina sent her. She hid back slightly behind Mal, mainly because she was still the country’s number one fugitive.

“Identify yourselves at once or be shot.”

“Have I really changed so much, Raevsky?” Sturmhond, very slowly, started undoing his blue captain coat, leaving behind his fake persona and embracing his birthright before the Colonel’s own eyes. “I know it’s been a number of years, but people swear I remain boyishly handsome.”

He was wearing his First Army uniform underneath, and just as the green attire caught the Colonel’s eyes, he smiled.

“It can’t be.”

Tolya was being used as a coat hanger by that point, with Nikolai Lantsov standing proud and tall, with a devilish grin as he walked closer to the regiment.

“Yes, it is.”

“Moi tsarevich,” Raevsky mumbled before kneeling, the rest of the troop doing the same. “My prince. We’d all but given up hope.”

Nikolai chuckled as he shook the Colonel’s hand. Raevsky didn’t waste any time and turned around, facing his regiment and presenting the prince with a boisterous speech.

“I present Nikolai Lantsov, Major of the 22nd Regiment, Soldier of the King’s Army, Grand Duke of Udova, and Second Son to his Most Royal Majesty, King Pyotr the Third, Ruler of the Double Eagle Throne,” the Colonel called.

Irina mouthed the titles as Raevsky went on, and even the twins shared impressed looks at the many names their fearless captain bore.

“You’ve got to be joking,” Mal whispered, both him and Alina frowning. 

“Saints.”

Nikolai continued. “And in your own words, as I recall, ‘the greenest and most useless grunt you ever had the misfortune of commanding.’”

“Now, that sounds like you,” Irina spoke out loud, only noticing her mistake when the Colonel’s eyes glanced at her, also opening wide as he kneeled once more.

“Moi tsarevicha.”

The regiment, once again, copied their Colonel, kneeling as she walked closer to her brother, already regretting the attention she was receiving, but knowing the longer she stood without saying a word about her identity, the harder it would get later.

“I, once again, present Irina Lantsov, Grand Duchess of Mydrov, and First Daughter to his Most Royal Majesty, King Pyotr the Third, Ruler of the Double Eagle Throne.”

Nikolai chuckled when he noticed his sister's discomfort. “Thought you could get away with it?”

She groaned before motioning the Colonel to stand up. He took a step forward and bent down to kiss her hand, while Irina forced a smile onto her face.

“At your service, Your Highness.”

“We wanted to return sooner, but not without her,” Nikolai looked back at Alina.

Irina grimaced, knowing what was coming.

“May I present my esteemed traveling companion, former cartographer and sometimes Saint, Alina Starkov!” he extended a hand towards her, yet looked back at Raevsky. 

His sister shook her head, seeing how Alina was taking fast steps towards her brother. Despite her protectiveness over him, she knew he had it coming.

“Sol Koroleva. We heard you were dead,” Colonel Raevsky spoke with fear evident in his face, but his words died as soon as Alina yelled.

“You lying bastard!”

The punch to Nikolai’s face was met with utmost silence. The sound of betrayal was too loud to say anything else in return.

–·–

“That was fun,” Tamar said as they rode toward the Spinning Wheel.

“It was terrible,” Irina groaned, closing her eyes momentarily.

“You looked so cute there, like all stiff and stuff, and all the soldiers in awe like ‘Saints, the princess’,” Tamar kept going.

“I didn’t know where to look anymore! Everything was so awkward.”

Tolya joined. “Were they curtsying the right way?”

Irina groaned. Tamar laughed. 

The twins loved teasing the princess about her royal status every time they were on Ravkan soil. And while Irina pretended she couldn’t stand their banter, she knew she wouldn’t last a day without it. 

“How long do you think she’ll be mad at him for?” Tolya wondered.

The three of them looked back at where the Sun Summoner ignored the prince, looking at everything except the blond next to him. The three of them rode at the front, followed a few feet away by Nikolai and Alina, the rear of the party finished by a brooding Mal and a silent Kovu. Alina was still ignoring Nikolai, and despite his best efforts, he couldn’t seem to get on her good side. 

“No one can stay mad at Nikolai for long, but she seems stubborn enough to try,” Irina commented. 

“You know what he’s planning, don’t you?” Tamar said as she looked ahead again, fixing her posture on her horse as she looked around, searching for anything dangerous that could find them on their route.

The princess nodded. “Yup.”

“And she’s not gonna like it.”

“Nope.”

Tamar groaned. “Did he tell you?”

Irina shrugged. “It wasn’t necessary. I always know what he’s thinking. I mean, when you grow up with him, it’s easy to read his mind. Heartrender or not,” she winked at her friend. 

“It reminds me of this poem by a Kerch author, about the bond between brothers–” Tolya started, but his sister interrupted him.

“Is he dead?”

Tolya stopped. “Yes?”

Tamar shrugged. “Then I don’t care. I only vibe with the living.”

“In which case, last time on Novyi Zem there was this street artist who…”

The three of them continued with their playful chatter as their party rode on, leaving behind Raevsky’s regiment and the Fold. The Spinning Wheel was already in sight, and Irina felt a shiver set permanently in her bones as she gazed at the fortified mountain. She had spent years sneaking up there with her brother, perfecting her techniques, helping him build the place from the ground just to create something that would somehow resemble her ways. It had been her personal sanctuary once, and it was now full of Grisha displaced by General Kirigan’s torment and greed. Irina wasn’t truly the patriot that her older brother was, she too felt the tug in her heart at the thought of all the families that had suffered at the mercy of a pointless war, and the generations of both Grisha and Otkazat’sya that had been divided by the envy of the few. Her own life had been a constant lie because of it. And she was about to face it all over again, no matter how much she had convinced herself that she wouldn’t ever have to.

Those thoughts lasted long enough to reach the Spinning Wheel. Irina was still frowning as she got off her horse but forced a relaxed grin as soon as her brother appeared next to her.

“Welcome to the Spinning Wheel. My inventions workshop. It’s become something of a refuge for Grisha,” Nikolai spoke, introducing the place to Alina. He made sure to wink at his sister at the last bit of information, which the Sun Summoner clearly caught.

“Is that why you care so much? Because of her?” Alina asked the prince.

He simply shrugged, suddenly not caring about boosting his ego further. He looked at his sister, who was looking at him with a knowing smile.

“She’s my family above all. And as I already told you, you do what you have to do to protect the people you love.”

Irina shook her head, yet warmth spread across her chest. Nikolai finding out about her being able to summon fire had been an accident, much in the same way she found out. They were both playing outside the Grand Palace borders, sneaking around their older brother, their nanny, and the two guards who followed the small party into the outer world, as the princess liked to call it. The storm found them sitting on top of a tree, and suddenly, Vasily and the rest of their chaperones were running towards the palace again, leaving the two lesser children to fend for themselves. Nikolai was gripping Irina’s hand tightly as they made their way down and followed the path they had taken out of the woods when lightning struck a nearby tree and cut it in half. The trunk was about to crush them when the girl raised her hands in a terrified scream, and the next thing she knew, a huge chunk of ash was dissolving into thin air. Nikolai, wide-eyed and drenched, only took his sister’s hand once again and ran with her back to the palace. Without saying a word they sneaked past the guards at the entrance and escorted her to her quarters, helping her dry off. He sat her near her chimney, and with a silent nod, they both agreed no one ever would know about it. When she woke up the next day, Baghra was sitting by the window in her room, looking at the poor unfortunate royal soul with a sad expression on her pale, aging face.

–·–

“We’ve received accounts of First Army units found massacred, here, here, and here,” Nikolai pointed at the map. The improvised war room stood on one of the balconies overlooking the main entrance, and his most trusted advisors –namely, his sister, Alina, and Mal–, looked down as his fingers traced the old ink on the yellowing parchment.

“Too far from the border to be Shu incursions,” Mal commented.

“Or Fjerdan.” Alina kept her hands close to her, her hands almost itching to touch the intricate patterns on the paper, suddenly missing her simple life as a cartographer, before the entire world fell down on her shoulders.

“There’s good evidence that these units were holding Grisha captive. Some reports say soldiers were mutilated. Some… cut in half.”

Alina sighed. “It’s Kirigan, isn’t it.” But she didn’t even have to ask to know the answer.

“We haven’t been able to find his base camp–”

Mal shook his head in disbelief. “There’s no way he survived the Fold.” 

“He survived it before,” Alina cut him off. “Besides, he’s the only one who can do the Cut. Baghra, yes, but this is him.”

Irina shuddered at the mention of her old teacher. The only Grisha who knew about her back at Os Alta. The only one who never treated her as a porcelain vase, but instead built her up to become strong and fierce in her abilities. With a frown, the princess realized she had missed the old hag. She could only pray the General had spared her.

“If he’s alive, it’s only a matter of time before word reaches him about your attempt in the Fold,” Nikolai voiced it carefully, but his statement stung Alina.

“‘Attempt,’” she repeated. 

“No disrespect meant.”

“No, you’re right. That’s what it was. An attempt,” she still sounded defeated. “You three saw my light. It was… strong and angry and dangerously off-kilter. I can try to master what I have, but I’m afraid it won’t be enough.”

“We need to find the third amplifier,” Mal finished for her.

“The firebird,” Irina spoke, surprise laced in her tongue. 

Nikolai stepped away from the table, turning around as if to follow his train of thought, his head orchestrating their next steps as they continued the meeting.

“The more we search for it, we are at the mercy of your protection in this country.”

Alina searched Irina’s eyes, desperate to get her point across. And Irina already knew what her brother was about to say.

“Well, until then, a proposal.” Nikolai turned around. Irina closed her eyes. “We can try to stop this country from falling apart and tell the Fjerdans to shove their bounty up their ass in the process.”

“And how do you propose we do that?” Alina asked.

“I bring you under the wing of the Royal Family, our name becomes a shelter to you, and a banner under which we can enact change.”

Mal frowned. “Your name?”

Nikolai nodded. Irina shook her head.

“Wait,” Alina caught on. “This is a ‘proposal’ proposal. You’re suggesting marriage.”

Mal looked ready to throw himself off the balcony at that point, whereas Alina seemed she was going to be sick any second from then on.

“Alina, I’m not proposing a love match. Just a political alliance of Grisha and Otkazat’sya.”

“Well, that’s just what royal marriages are, aren’t they? Strategy,” Mal was looking everywhere but the future royal couple.

“Precisely. Maybe we never get to marriage. An engagement signals a strong commitment to cooperation and it will allow us to enact meaningful change for Grisha and Ravka,” Nikolai explained. 

“Don’t you have a Grisha sister, too?”

“Leave my sister out of this, Mal.”

Irina stepped forward. “Mal, I know Nikolai’s plan sounds crazy but it’s our safest bet. Nobody knows about me being a Summoner and the court will not take likely to the revelation. There’s never been a Grisha on the Ravkan throne and I certainly will never be the first one.”

“I’ve seen what you both mean to each other. I understand if you decline, but I hope you weigh the options and consider the benefits,” Nikolai nodded his head in silent farewell, and both royal siblings left the couple to talk it out.

On the way down, Nikolai grabbed her arm. “How long have you known?”

She frowned. “About the proposal? Since you saw her face on the posters.”

It was his turn to frown. “Not even I thought about that then. It was after she got on the ship.”

Irina smiled mischievously at her brother. “Guess I’m smarter than you now.”

He pinched her side, making her giggle.

“You should rest before tonight. Gotta be patient enough not to punch Vasily in the face.”

“How did you know I was thinking about doing that?”

Nikolai smirked. “Guess I’m still smarter than you’ll ever be.”

“You little piece of shit.”

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[anonymityisfunwriter]

hi! i love your work, and was wondering if you could make a readerxbucky fic for me? specifically for a reader who is really scared of the dark. something along the lines of one night reader is pissing in the middle of the night and on their way back to their room their fear gets so bad that they end up having a small panic attack and require (bf) buckys help to calm down. plus cuddles at the end ofc!

Hello! Thank you so much and thank you for the request!

This sounds really interesting and some of my favorite one-shots and scenes have been one's in the dead of the night.

I shall dub this:

In the Noon of Night

One thing that was rarely talked about was how fickle triggers truly were. There was no real way to tell what could be triggering.

All you knew it one moment, you were fine.

The next, you were crumbling in on yourself. Coping skills forgotten. Unresponsive. Unreachable.

Sometimes, it was a smell wafting through the air.

Touching metal that felt too close to the steel door that once held you captive.

Darkness.

Darkness was universal.

It was the same everywhere.

So you really thought nothing of crawling out of your warm bed to grab a drink of water. It wasn't unusual to stir awake, a little too warm from the super soldier sized radiator that slept beside you.

Without much conscious thought or effort, your feet instinctually guided you through your apartment to your kitchen.

Grabbing a glass. Pouring water. Taking a large gulp.

There was nothing unordinary or unsettling about any of it. You closed the refrigerator door behind you.

With the room no longer illuminated by the refrigerator light, it was now pitch black, your eyes strained trying to adjust to the dark room.

Purely by happenstance, the streetlights were out, not even remotely visible from your front window.

Still bleary eyed, you blinked once. Twice. Over and over, trying to make out any shape or shadow.

Perhaps it was your mind muddled by sleep. Perhaps it was just bad luck.

All you saw was darkness. A vast, unending void.

There was nothing.

Suddenly, the tile beneath your feet felt less like sleek ceramic tile and more like your old concrete prison.

The silence became a loneliness you'd thought you'd left behind long ago.

The cold floor sent a chill radiating up your spine that echoed and reverberated through your bones.

It was as though all your years of happiness and freedom were some delusions of grandeur developed as a coping mechanism. In the moment of intense vulnerable remembrance, it makes complete sense to you.

Found families were not so easily found, certainly not ones that incredible. There was not and never would be a person that knew you like you knew yourself. And certainly not one that loved you so wholly and fiercely.

It was more than being back in captivity. It was losing everything all at once.

The sounds of sobs being ripped from your throat tear Bucky from his sleep. He's on his feet before he even realizes it.

He's immediately on guard and alert as he bolts through the apartment toward the sounds of distress.

He smacks the light switch, suddenly illuminating the room. His frantic eyes wildly rake over the room. What he sees, tears his heart into a million little pieces.

The thing was, Bucky understood better than most. He knew what it was to wake in a cold sweat, chest rising and falling with panicked heaves.

He knew what it felt like, for even the shortest of moments, to think that all the light, love, and freedom was a figment of your imagination. It wasn't enough that the memories would live with you for the rest of your life, sometimes, you relived them. He did too. It was its very own trauma in and of itself.

He scrambles over to you. Your figure crumpled on the floor, huddled in on yourself as your tightly embrace yourself.

"Hey," Bucky drops to the floor with a second thought. You're huddled so tightly, he can't pull you out of the flashback. He shakes you, "Hey, hey, you're okay."

"I don't want to go back," you plead with Bucky, tears staining your flushed cheeks. "Please, I don't want to go back."

"Shhh..." he tries to console you, his hands cup each side of your face, finally pulling your eyes away from the floor and onto him. Your eyes are squeezed shut, shaking your head in desperation. "You're not going back. You're home."

"You're home. You're safe," he repeats in a whispered tone over and over again.

Your head sinks down onto his shoulder. After several long moments of kneeling on the floor with you, you relax enough for Bucky to slip you into his arms, locking you in his embrace.

"I don't want to lose you," you whimper into his shoulder.

"Never," he promises.

"You're okay," Bucky softly murmurs, stroking your hair while never breaking his secure embrace. The warmth of the words and the care slowly envelope you, seeping into your frozen, fear stricken heart. You can almost feel it start to beat again. "You're safe. I promise. You'll always be safe with me."

A.N: I never want to hear another comment about how I don't want these characters to be happy or let them know peace. At this point, it's not me. You guys want this. Readers only want love if it's torture. (And I'm more than happy to provide.) Thank you so much for the request! 💛

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