#leaving a boy that thought he was a spare once removed

[charlunday]

here have a bridgerton au

[pucksandpower]

Puppy Love

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: you’re definitely not jealous of the tiny sausage dog who seems to take up every second of your boyfriend’s attention … but it sure feels nice when Leo decides he’s a mama’s boy and Charles gets a taste of his own medicine

You stroll into the spacious living room, eyes narrowing as you spot Charles sitting on the couch, a tiny dachshund puppy curled up contentedly on his lap. “Charles … what is that?”

He looks up with a sheepish grin. “Surprise! Meet Leo, our new puppy.”

You shake your head slowly. “Our puppy? I don’t recall agreeing to get a dog.”

Charles scratches Leo’s velvety ears, eliciting a blissful tail thump. “I know, I know. But look how cute he is! I couldn’t resist.”

Crossing your arms, you try your best to seem stern despite the puppy’s heart-melting adorableness. “We haven’t even discussed this. A dog is a huge responsibility.”

“I’ve thought it through,” Charles insists. “Leo is the perfect breed for our lifestyle — small, low maintenance, and they make amazing companions.” He holds the drowsy pup up with a beseeching expression. “How can you say no to this face?”

You bite your lip, wavering. The puppy really is criminally cute with his soulful eyes and ridiculously long body. “Well … I suppose we could give it a trial run,” you concede. “But you’re taking care of him.”

Charles beams. “Deal! You’ll fall in love, I promise.” He sets Leo back on his lap, rubbing the puppy’s belly. “Who’s the best boy? You are!”

Watching them bond, a prickle of jealousy stirs in your chest. Is this what you signed up for — playing second fiddle to a canine?

Over the following days, Charles is utterly smitten, devoting every spare moment to Leo. He takes the pup everywhere, cooing over him incessantly and showering him with treats and toys. Meanwhile, you often find yourself … ignored.

“Charles? Are you listening?” You frown as he doesn’t respond, too busy dangling a chew rope just out of Leo’s reach in a teasing game.

You huff out a sigh. “I guess I’ll just make dinner for one then.”

Finally, he glances up with a distracted, “Hmm? Sorry, what was that?”

Throwing up your hands, you stalk into the kitchen, simmering with a childish sense of being replaced in your boyfriend’s affections. Stupid dog ...

A few nights later, you’re getting ready for bed when Charles appears in the doorway, Leo tucked under one arm like a furry purse. “Hey, I need to run out for a bit. Can you keep an eye on Leo?”

“What? Why?” You pause in the middle of removing your makeup.

Charles grimaces. “ I … may have waited until the last minute to get his puppy pads and food refilled.”

You groan. “Fine, I’ll watch him. But just this once!”

“You’re the best, thank you!” Charles drops a kiss on your cheek before setting Leo down with a stern, “Be good for your maman, okay?”

He dashes out, leaving you staring at the puppy sitting innocently in the middle of the bedroom floor. Leo blinks up at you, tiny tail wagging.

For a long stretch, you simply regard each other in silence. Then, hesitantly, you sink down to sit cross-legged. “Well? What am I supposed to do with you?”

Leo waddles over, sniffing at your knee before clambering into your lap with surprising determination for such a little guy. You tense, unsure what to do as he turns in a few circles and settles with a contented sigh, warm weight pressing against you.

Huh … he’s actually kind of cuddly.

Tentatively patting his silky fur, you admit, “I can see why Charles likes you so much.”

Leo’s only response is a sleepy snuffle, lashes fluttering shut. Despite yourself, you can’t resist smiling at how peaceful he looks, tiny paws twitching as he dreams. Maybe this dog thing won’t be so bad.

That notion lasts until Leo startles awake with a high-pitched yelp, legs scrambling as he leaps off your lap and takes off running. “Leo? Leo!” You give chase, wincing as his claws skitter across the hardwood in his panic.

Finally, you catch up to him quivering under the living room sofa. “Oh no, it’s okay!” You stretch out on the floor, clicking your tongue soothingly. “Come here, little guy. I’ve got you.”

Leo whimpers, but after a few tense minutes of coaxing, he creeps out just enough for you to scoop him up. You settle back against the couch with him bundled in your arms, murmuring reassurances as he trembles.

“Shhh, you’re safe … good boy ...” You press a tender kiss between his floppy ears, stroking him until his quaking fades to contented wriggles. As your apprehension melts away, a fierce protectiveness blossoms in your chest. This precious little soul is yours to care for now.

When Charles returns, he pauses in the hallway, tilting his head quizzically at the sight of you reclined on the sofa with Leo completely passed out on your stomach. “Having fun over there?”

You glance down at the slumbering puppy with a soft smile. “Actually … yeah. I think Leo and I are going to be just fine.”

A delighted grin spreads across Charles’s face. “I knew you two would hit it off!”

Over the ensuing weeks, you find yourself increasingly enamored with your four-legged child. Leo shadows your every step, bouncing around underfoot until you inevitably scoop him up to snuggle close. You start pushing all the throw pillows together to create a special nest for him on the couch. Charles teases that you’re getting a little carried away with spoiling the pup rotten.

“Oh, hush,” you retort without any real bite, nuzzling Leo’s plush cheek. “My baby deserves nothing but the best, isn’t that right?”

“Baby?” Charles arches an amused brow. “I think someone’s going overboard.”

You stick out your tongue, cuddling Leo closer with a playful glare. “Don’t listen to your papa. He’s just jealous of our bond.”

“Hey, I’m not the one treating him like a literal infant!” Charles laughs, reaching over to ruffle Leo’s ears. But the puppy twists away with a protesting whine, burying his face against your neck.

Charles pauses, brow furrowing in a brief flicker of hurt. You think nothing of it until the same thing happens again at dinner … and on your evening walk around the block … and at bedtime when Leo kicks up a fuss about sleeping in his own bed instead of yours.

“Leo, come on!” Charles groans in frustration when the puppy darts under the dresser instead of coming to him. “What’s with you lately?”

He shoots you an aggrieved look, ruffling a hand through his tousled waves. “Ever since you started carrying him everywhere, he won’t leave your side. You’ve turned my own dog against me!”

You shrug innocently, scratching behind Leo’s silky ear when he peeks out to flash you an adoring gaze. “I can’t help it if he knows who his favorite parent is.”

“Favorite parent?” Charles splutters. “That’s my dog you’re talking about!”

You gasp in mock offense, gathering Leo up to press a loud smacker against his fuzzy head. “Don’t listen to him, baby! Papa’s just grumpy because I’m better at cuddles.”

Charles narrows his eyes at the giggling puppy now practically swimming in your embrace. “Is that so? We’ll see about that.”

He swoops in to snatch Leo away, cradling the squirming pup against his chest. “Who’s the favorite, huh? I’m the one who picked you out, you little traitor.”

But Leo simply strains back towards you, pawing at Charles’ arm with distressed whimpers until you take him back. He immediately settles with a contented sigh, licking your chin gloatingly as Charles gapes.

“Oh, that is war ...” Your boyfriend mutters, stalking away with hunched shoulders.

You blink after him in confusion before shrugging it off in favor of cooing over the dachshund. “Did mean old Papa try to take you from Mama? Don’t worry, sweetie, I won’t let him.”

From that point on, a constant battle for Leo’s affections rages between you and Charles. He’ll try enticing the puppy with treats or toys, only for Leo to bypass them entirely in favor of your open arms. You can’t help but preen victoriously every time Leo cuddles into your embrace with a sigh of pure bliss.

“You’ve turned him against me!” Charles bemoans one evening as Leo dozes contentedly on your lap, stubbornly ignoring the tennis ball being waved enticingly in front of his nose. “What’s a guy got to do to get some puppy love around here?”

You smirk, idly stroking Leo’s velvety ears. “Guess he just prefers spending time with his one true love.”

“Yeah, yeah ...” Charles grumbles, but you catch the fond curl of his lips as he watches you fawning over the pup. He flops down beside you with a theatrical groan. “Unbelievable. Replaced in my own home by a hairy sausage.”

You gasp in mock outrage. “Don’t call my baby such things!” Scooping up Leo, you pepper his fuzzy face with smooches until he squirms happily. “Did you hear what Papa said about you? He’s just jealous!”

“I am not jealous!” Charles protests, even as his gaze tracks the gentle way you cradle the puppy. There’s a wistful edge to his voice when he murmurs, “Remember when you used to look at me like that?”

You pause, registering the plaintive note. Slowly, you shift Leo into the crook of one arm so you can reach out and cup Charles’ cheek with your free hand, thumb stroking over his cheekbone. “Aww, my poor baby,” you tease gently. “Don’t worry — there’s enough love to go around for both of you.”

Charles leans into your touch with a huff, darting eyes betraying how much he misses your undivided attention. “I’m starting to doubt that.”

“Well then, let me remind you ...” You lean in until your lips are a hair’s breadth from his, holding his gaze as you murmur, “I happen to have the world’s biggest, most annoyingly persistent crush on this one race car driver.”

A shiver ripples through Charles, his breath catching. Before he can respond, you close the scant distance in a searing kiss, lips molding hot and desperate as you pour every ounce of adoration into the embrace. Leo gives a disgruntled squeak at being squished between your bodies, quickly wriggling free to skitter off with an offended sniff.

You hardly notice, too busy mapping the contours of Charles’ mouth with hungry sweeps of your tongue, muffling his delicious groans by deepening the kiss. By the time you finally break apart, you’re both left panting harshly, gazes locked in a blissful haze.

“Still think I only have eyes for the dog?” You rasp, relishing the way Charles’ pupils are blown wide.

He swallows thickly. “You make a … convincing argument.”

“Mmm, I try.” You lean in to nip at his kiss-swollen lower lip with a sly grin. “But I’m more than happy to keep making my case ...”

Charles growls low in his throat, hauling you forward until you’re properly straddling his lap, bodies flush. “Don’t mind if I do.”

Breathless laughter spills from your lips as he surges up to capture them once more, hands roaming eagerly over your curves. In that heated moment, the puppy is forgotten as you pour all your focus into worshiping each other, affections firmly realigned.

Well … until a tiny bark sounds from nearby, followed by indignant grumbling and the patter of tiny paws. You reluctantly break the steamy kiss, rolling your eyes fondly as Leo hops up onto the couch to shove his way between the two of you.

“Easy there, troublemaker,” you chuckle, stroking the puppy’s silken fur as he clambers between you and Charles, yipping happily now that he has both his humans’ full attention. “See, baby? I told you there was enough love for all of us.”

Charles chuckles ruefully. “It’s a good thing he’s cute.”

You grin, leaning in to rest your forehead against his as Leo snuggles down with a contented sigh. In this perfect cocoon of warmth and adoration, you can’t imagine anything better.

And if the three of you stay snuggled up on that couch long into the evening, trading lingering kisses and delighted giggles as Leo’s little tail thumps happily … well, no one has to know.

[seresinhangmanjake]

The Harkonnen's Sweet Thing

Feyd-Rautha x Atreides!Reader

Summary: You watched your brother kill the man you love--a man you were once gifted to by the Baron--and now that he is gone, you think Paul will use you as a political pawn in his war. And you're right. But you're shocked to discover who is demanding to have you.

Words: 2650

Notes/Warnings: Ignore canon ages in the timeline. I don’t know what they are, but everyone young is in their twenties, cool? Cool. Dune inaccuracies. Jessica and Paul kind of (very much) suck. Feyd’s a soft boy for our reader. Angst but also fluffy-ish stuff. Implied smut. Mention of pregnancy. I think that’s it. TG:M people ignore me. I don’t know what I’m doing here either, but i'm embracing it for now. 

Part 2

When your brother pierced through armor into pale flesh, you felt it as if he had driven that blade into your body instead of the body of the man you love. You felt the shock of icy steel penetrating warm and delicate tissue, and the suffocation that came from the mutilation of your lung. You felt droplets of blood run down your front as you reached for the blade that was not there. As children, you were taught not to remove it. Not unless sufficient care was nearby to stop the bleeding before too much was lost.

Paul did not respect that knowledge. He yanked his knife out of Feyd’s torso and watched with relief as he collapsed to the ground. His body landed with a thud that matched the heavy beat of your heart. A beat that reminded you your blood was rushing strong, keeping you alive while your lover was draining dry of the strength to keep himself from leaving this world, from leaving you. 

You wailed in the silence of those around you. Screamed at the top of your lungs as tears streamed down your face. You tried to go to him but the Fremen snatched you before you could reach him, forcing you to your knees, one of them slapping a hand over your mouth. This was not the time for hysterical outbursts; it was a time to stare in awe as a new leader accepted his victory and claimed power over the emperor and his daughter. 

“Shut up, girl,” a male voice spit in your ear. He was tired of the struggle you were putting up against the hand squeezing your face. You were ruining his opportunity to witness a beautiful moment in history. A defining moment. A moment you didn’t give two fucks about. 

No one spared you a glance save for the witch whose vibrant eyes were drilling into the side of your skull. A woman your father had instructed you receive as a stepmother following your third birthday. A manipulative woman whose smile in front of the Duke had masked the scowl permanently seared onto her face when looking at you—a decades-long act that the capture and death of your father had freed her from. And she’d wasted not a second displaying her distaste for his daughter. 

Not long ago you'd thought to thank Lady Jessica for not loving you. Her lack of love made her so terribly desperate to rid herself of you that when cornered the night your family was attacked, she’d thrown you right into the arms of the Harkonnens—a fate she believed would destroy you rather than thrust you into a life you would come to cherish.

“A gift for you, nephew,” the baron had said after the fighting ceased and the soldiers, with you in their grasp, had returned to their unfamiliar home.

Feyd-Rautha had not rushed when he descended the staircase and approached you for the first time. His eyes were unblinking as he’d taken in his present; a slow drawl from head to toe that sent shivers down your spine. 

“An Atreides,” Feyd had said in a low voice, deep and thick and eerily lovely.

The baron’s voice did not contain the same appeal. “Yes. Do you like it? A new pet for you to ruin.”

You’d stood frozen as Feyd traced a knuckle down your cheek before grasping your chin and running his thumb over your bottom lip. He’d possessed not a lick of shame when his index finger drew a line from the dip of your throat to your cleavage. There had been no consideration for your feelings when he tucked that same finger between your breasts and the neckline of your nightgown and lightly tugged you forward. 

You had gasped with your stumble, your hands pressing against his chest to catch your fall while he smirked at the blush tinting your cheeks. His tongue then darted out to dampen his lips before he moved his hand to the curve of your waist and squeezed. 

“Perfect,” He’d said, not in a loud declaration of appreciation, but in a tone meant for your ears only. Then he’d grabbed you by the wrist and led you to his chambers.

When the door had slammed behind you after you were jerked inside the room, you were suddenly filled to the brim with panic. You’d heard the rumors. What would he do to you? How would he do it? Would you suffer long? 

A tear had slipped down your cheek that, once noticed, was brushed away with his thumb. 

“Do not worry yourself unnecessarily.”

You’d swallowed, stuttering, “Wh-What do you mean?”

He’d pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, exposing pale skin taught over defined, well-trained muscle. Then he’d stepped into your space, inching you backward until your spine was flush with the wall. He’d fisted the flimsy, nearly see-through fabric of your nightgown in his hand and slowly dragged it up your body until fingers could sneak under the hem to graze your inner thigh.

You’d sucked in a sharp breath at the pleasurable waves of heat that rippled from his touch.

“Atreides or not, you’re much too precious to ruin the way my uncle suggests,” he had said, his lips a hair's-width away from yours. “I've been looking for you for so long. You're mine now, do you understand?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Are you afraid of me?”

He hadn’t loved your hesitation—you could see it in his eyes and in the downturn of his lips—but he was satisfied when you’d truthfully said:

“No.” Because you weren’t. Not after he had brushed that tear off of your cheek.

His next question had caused your heart to skip a beat from the concoction of emotions it shot through you. Fear of the unknown mixed with unexpected excitement.

“Have you done this before?” 

You’d shaken your head and in response he lightly nodded, his nose nudging yours. 

“You want to?” he’d asked, hiking your leg up to his hip, and you found yourself nodding as well. “I won’t make it hurt.”

You’d replied with a soft “Ok” before accepting his kiss with as much fervor as he was giving it, thankful that what you’d imagined was awaiting you upon your arrival in foreign territory was far from what you were receiving. 

Days later, when you had mentioned that he did not live up to the rumors of his cruelty extending to all areas of his life, he’d hummed. Said, “I make many bleed, and enjoy it. I feed off of their pain. Those who have been in my bed are not spared this, and it will not be uncommon for you to see me stained with the death of others, including my former pets.” 

He’d paused then, allowing you a moment to question your future as one of those pets, if that's what he considered you.

“But I have been searching for something that I’ve wanted for a very long time,” he’d said. “Something that hasn't existed within these walls. Something I will never want to harm. Something…soft…and sweet,” he had admitted to your surprise.

He’d then told you that you were that sweet thing. That he’d known it from the moment he saw you. That he was choosing you. 

But it was a choice that had its repercussions. 

All things must have balance, and you had tipped the scales. From his gentleness toward you, a darker, more gruesome beast emerged when facing off with others. A brutal warrior who never surrendered and never lost. A sadistic man who showed no mercy to the opponents whose blood you would later wash from his body. He had annihilated his previous reputation as just the famed killer of Geidi Prime and evolved into something more, all because of you.

That was why you thought he would win against Paul. Your brother was skilled, but the universe had long known the name Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen for his prowess in combat and his ruthlessness which had only grown with time. 

So why was it not your brother on the floor with his love sobbing and struggling to reach him?

In the thirteen days since your lover’s death, it is that question that has robbed you of all peace. 

Despite your brother having escorted you back to Caladan for the time being, you find no sense of home or happiness in your birthplace. You walk the beaches and fields that, as a child, you dreaded one day leaving, but they are not the same. Nearly a year has gone by since you were last here, however, so much of what you once loved about this planet is overshadowed by the shattered heart caused by Feyd's death. 

When you were young, your father would often express his wishes for your future. He would paint a beautiful image of you bringing your children to play in the gardens of your childhood home, carefree and unburdened. It was a source of comfort that he used to mask the reminder of your duty as an Atreides: that you would not be marrying and having children out of love, you would marry in the name of peace and produce heirs in the name of security. And it seems in the end, he was right.

With Feyd unable to claim you, Paul will be the one to secure new arrangements for your future, which just so happens to greatly fare in his favor. After all, he just declared war, and you are the ripened political pawn at his disposal.

“Are you well?”

You turn as sharply as you can at the intrusive voice, but the uncomfortable skirts of your dress are thick and stiff, restricting your movements. Feyd never made you wear anything like this and you forgot what it's like to be weighed down by layers of fabric. You fucking hate it.

Paul stands a few feet away, his hands clasped behind his back and a light smile on his face. Clearing his throat, he joins you on the balcony attached to your old room. 

“I know we haven’t spoken much about what’s to come. I’m sure you’ve been curious,” he says. 

You shrug, shake your head, and return your gaze to the horizon where ocean meets sky. 

“We have matters to discuss.”

Matters such as where he will be sending you off to be married, you imagine. He must act quickly if he intends to establish and gain control over house alliances, since they weren't overly enthusiastic about accepting him as their leader.

“Let's sit down,” he tells you. He grasps your hand before you can object and guides you to one of the balcony benches. Once you’re settled, he takes a seat beside you and says, “I am going to ask you something. And I want honesty.”

You sigh. “What?”

“When you were with the Harkonnens for those many months, were you treated like a slave as I had feared, or were you something far from it?”

Your eyes narrow. “Why are you asking me this?”

“Because it’s important,” Paul states, staring you directly in the eye. “I’ve been thinking about the way you wept over him after we fought, and how he denied every offer I made in exchange for your release…” With his pause, he shakes his head. “I thought maybe he had messed with your mind, confused you, and that was why you were so hysterical over his loss…but that’s not right, is it.”

“Paul–”

“Does he love you?”

It takes conscious effort to keep your body from shifting uncomfortably. “What is it to you?”

“He survived his wounds,” Paul says. 

The casualness with which he shares that news heavily contrasts everything that runs through you. Your heart stops. Your lips part, unsuccessful in drawing in oxygen. Your eyes no longer see anything but Feyd’s face as it flashes in front of you. The way he looked when he last smiled at you. The way he looked the last time he came inside of you. The look of him when he died—or almost died. Death had been there, looming over him. 

You’re trying to will away the tears. Paul is watching you too closely. “Wh–What?” you say.

“He’s alive, and he is demanding you be returned to him,” he informs you. “So, tell me: is he truly threatening me so aggressively over one of his ‘pets’? Or is he threatening me to get back the woman he loves?” 

The woman he loves. You never imagined yourself in a situation where your brother would ask if a member of a centuries-long rival house loves you. But then again, you never imagined a member of a centuries-long rival house loving you to begin with.

You remember the night he told you. It was late and your bodies were bare after having bathed together. You were searching for your nightgown when he said “Come to bed, my love.” 

You sighed, defeated. He’d called you that before, but whether it was real or not was such a mystery and it hurt your heart a little bit more each time. “You shouldn’t call me your love unless you mean it,” you finally told him. 

You heard his footsteps when he stood from the bed. He walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your back against his chest. “Why would I call you that if I do not mean it?” he asked. Then he hummed and said “You know me better than that, my love” before dipping his head lower and nipping the shell of your ear with his teeth. 

So yes, he loved you—loves you. But there’s something in Paul’s voice as he asks you that question that gives you pause. It’s too gentle as if luring you into a false sense of security. The Harkonnens are not known for their capacity to love, and Feyd loving you could be seen as a weakness; his one vulnerable spot.

As monotone as you can manage, you reply, “If you’re being threatened you should just send me back and be done with it. I know you have more important things to worry about.”

Paul’s lips thin in disappointment. “I can’t send you back,” he says. “Not yet.”

“Why not?”

He sighs. “Because I believe he loves you. And I need to see how far a Harkonnen is willing to bend for an Atreides,” he says. “If he wants you back, he will have to be open to negotiations.”

You stand sharply, take a few steps from him, and blow out a heavy breath through your nose. You were told your brother changed after drinking that magic water and it shows. Holding you hostage for political gain is not the same as marrying you off. 

“I would like to be done with this conversation,” you say with a huff.

“I understand,” he replies, so you turn to enter your bedroom. But before you’re fully through the door, he says, “There’s more, though.”

You freeze. 

“I had a dream,” he says, his voice coming closer. “There was a boy, no more than five years old. He had your features and your hair but his skin was of the same paleness as the Harkonnens.”  

Sucking in a breath, you brace yourself with a hand gripping the door’s frame. 

“You’re pregnant, sister,” he tells you, leaning against the opposite side of the doorway. “But I'm very glad to know that the heir of Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen is a product of love rather than an unfortunate incident,” he says. “Additional incentive, should it be necessary.”    

In your shock, you can’t look at him. He doesn’t need you to. You can see his smirk in your peripherals, then he pushes off the frame and heads toward the main door of your room. 

“Try to get some rest, sister,” he calls over his shoulder. “You really shouldn't be on your feet too long.”

[tangyangie]

— 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 ⊹

characters. albedo, budo masuta, ganyu, kusuo saiki, neito monoma, raibaru fumetsu, teruko tawaki, + wanderer/scaramouche

desc. how some of my favorite characters would react to you wiping away their kiss for a prank!!!

notes. i love this idea so much and i want to try it out (if i actually had a life)

𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐎 ⊹

we already know that albedo is a little bit of a tease. although he may not show it in his face.

he'd probably catch on as soon as you try anything. which is why you need to do this when he's tired. after he's done a lengthy experiment is the perfect time to try this out.

he comes back home to you, waiting for see your face. that's all he really cares about right now. you peek from your room, seeing his face down the hallway. you smile and speed towards him, throwing yourself onto him while giving him a big hug.

"hi, 'bedo. how was your day?" you ask, seemingly innocent.

"it was alright," he sighed, quickly pressing a small kiss on your temple as he walked to put his things down. he looks up in the mirror to see you wiping his kiss away.

he definitely was not expecting that, especially after you almost tackled him from running so quickly down the hallway. there's a few possibilities he'd think might be the reason for this.

— you're mad at him because he did something.

— you're mad because someone else did something and you're taking it out on his kisses.

— no one directly did anything, so you're mad at everyone.

— this is a prank.

and, from the way you turned to look at him and immediately snapped your head back when you made eye contact (don't think that he didn't see your smile), he figured it was the last one.

but he was definitely feeling a little scared at first. he thought he did something wrong and couldn't tell. he just looked at your with his signature blank expression with a slight smirk.

"what are you doing?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

"hmm?" you slowly turn around, doing your best to hide your smile. although you're doing it quite well, albedo notices everything.

you barely notice as he grabs your hands quickly, before placing a kiss in the exact same spot as earlier. he holds your hands firmly, not allowing you to move them.

you decide to take it a step further. you nuzzle into his neck as if you're giving him a hug, and wipe the kiss yet again, using albedo instead of your hand. he doesn't know how much more obvious you could make it that this is a prank.

as soon as you look back up again, you are attacked by a kiss. with absolutely no warning. he gives you no time to react, therefore leaving you with no time and no way to remove the kiss.

"it was a nice try," albedo says. "maybe, next time—you don't make it so easy for me to understand."

you glance at the teasing look he has on his face. it's amazing what little variety his facial expressions have, yet you can still tell what they are.

"that's not fair, 'bedo." you sigh.

he chuckles lightly before kissing you once again.

𝐁𝐔𝐃𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐓𝐀 ⊹

he's the sweetest boy. there's no need to do this to him.

oh, but how you love to torture him. he puts up with it, so there's no harm. he understands it's all playful.

he loves giving you kisses. just passing by you in the halls, meeting up in his clubroom for lunch, seeing each other after school... none of them are complete without at least a quick smoochie.

so, of course, you try and prank him.

you're walking around the school after your last period, and you're calmly walking when you get the idea. he's already got an arm around you, so it's inevitable that he'll lean in to try and land a kiss on your cheek.

you know him so well. he does the exact action mere seconds later. you don't even spare him a glance as you wipe it away, but you give him a quick giggle.

he stops dead in his tracks. "did—did you just..?"

"did i just what?" you say, turning around, with a confused expression plastered onto your face.

he's just thinking what he possibly did wrong.

'is it because i didn't give them any of my lunch??'

'or, maybe i said something and didn't notice!!'

he's lost in his own thoughts. his hand is on his chin, and he's looking down to the ground, going through the entire day in his head.

you kind of just stand there... waiting to see if he'll realize. but, he's completely out. he can't hear you whisper his name to get him out of the trance.

"budo..!"

you wave your hands, but not even motion is getting him out.

you give in, officially throwing in the towel in terms of carrying out the prank.

you throw your arms around him and press a long, sweet kiss to his lips.

"sorry, budo. i was only playing." you smile, placing another one directly on his forehead.

he blinks a couple times before sighing in relief, taking your face in his hands before kissing you again.

"don't do that, y/n. i thought i was going to drop dead right there." he sighs before laughing, his hand on his forehead.

"i'll drop dead before i actually wipe your kisses." you grin, reassuring him with a big hug.

𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐔 ⊹

she will definitely react the most out of them all.

she's already nervous about everything, no need to make her self-conscious about her kisses!!

yet, somehow, you thought that pranking her would be a good idea.

you're both sitting on one of the cliffs in liyue. you're smelling the clouds through your nose, as you lay your head on ganyu's shoulder.

she's already partially asleep, but she wakes herself up enough to give you a kiss to your temple. you, with a sly smirk, then brush the kiss away.

she doesn't believe her eyes, at first. after that, she goes into full panic mode.

her eyes are wide open as she stares off into space. she is going insane in her head.

'nooo. no. did i do something?? do they hate me?? am i a failure???'

her hands move to rest on her cheeks on the sides of her face. hee face is slightly turning pink at how much she's embarrassed.

'is it my breath?? should i have eaten sweet flowers instead of qingxins this morning?? i knew they were too bitter..'

you can literally see the steam coming out of her ears. putting her through any more of this would literally be a form of torture.

you gently turn to grab her hands. you hold them in yours and bring them down, encouraging ganyu to look you in the eyes. you whisper an apology as you press a kiss to her nose.

she honestly looks relieved just to see that you don't hate her.

"i was pranking you, ganyu. 'm sorry.." you sigh, bringing her in closer for another kiss.

she nods and strokes your hair, smiling at you. "that's alright, y/n."

you slightly back up and motion to your lap. you gently pull her down so that her head is laying in your lap, soothing her mind as you place another kiss on the top of her head.

𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐈 ⊹

he's wearing his germanium ring. it's time to strike.

you couldn't help but notice saiki seeming a little more at peace than normal. if you could consider his normal at peace.

of course, it's all due to the thought-cancelling ring. so, you took the opportunity to finally be able to do something without him catching on.

you crept up next to him, snuggling your head into his neck. he'd never been one for physical affection, but this was the only way to coerce him into giving you a kiss without explicitly saying it. and he was smart enough to figure out what you if you would've told him.

he opened an eye to see you, and then lightly pecked you on the cheek before returning to his activity... whatever it was.

you casually wiped the kiss off, slightly turning your head to make sure saiki saw. he definitely did.

his eyes intensify as he stares at you with an extremely surprised expression.

"hello. i go out of my way to kiss you, something you're always begging me to do, and you wipe it off?"

you raise your eyebrows at his immediate reaction.

"what are you talking about?" you ask, trying your best to appear clueless.

his face looks a little gloomier now. he sighs and turns away.

you smile at the reaction, but feel a little bad. so, you crawl over to him and give him a small kiss on the lips.

"sorry, i thought it would be funny." you whisper, smiling softly. he grumbled something under his breath and pulled you in for another kiss.

"it wasn't. if you do it again, i'm sending you to point nemo."

𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐌𝐀 ⊹

you were finally settling down after a long day of training. stretching your back and reaching your arms until you felt relief, you twirled into your bed, directly into neito's arms.

"hm? did someone miss me?" he smiles, beaming at you. "of course you'd love me. i'm much better than everyone in that stupid class 1-a. i'm sure you were dying to see me."

"and just when i thought i could get some peace..." you groan dramatically, turning towards his chest.

"it's your fault for being in class 1-a, you should ask for a transfer to class 1-b!! you'd fit in a lot better than with those losers!!" he laughs, tapping you on the nose.

"neito..." you say, with a warning tone to your voice.

"sorry, sorry," he smiles, pressing a soft and sweet kiss to your lips. poor boy, he had no idea what you were planning. he'd fallen right into your trap.

with a seemingly straight face, you wipe the kiss with the back of your hand, dragging it out as long as possible without making it obvious that you were playing with him.

"excuse me??" he gasps, raising his eyebrows and lowering his jaw. the look on his face was comical. "what was that?"

"what was what?" you say, still able to keep your smile contained. "i didn't do anything."

"did... did you really care that much about what i said about your classmates??" he had a whiny look on his face.

you let out a small laugh, but it sounded like more of a 'pfft' than a 'HAHAH'. you bit your lip in hopes of preventing the rest of it from escaping, but you'd already failed.

"ha ha ha, you're so funny. keep my kisses." he says with a squint, applying several more kisses to your face, moving at a quick enough pace that you were unable to block him.

"ahh!!! neito!!!" you squeal, fanning your hands at his face in an attempt of getting him to relieve your face.

he'd already gotten you immobile as he plastered dozens more of kisses onto your face. your face felt breezy by the time he was done, letting you know that no part of your face had been left unkissed.

𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐔 𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔 ⊹

she notices everything. if she can sense someone 5 feet away with a knife, she will definitely notice your little trick.

but that fact doesn't stop you from trying.

you're sitting at the school fountain with her, eating lunch. she feeds you a dumpling as you thank her with a mumble, covering your mouth.

she chuckles and kisses your cheek, and that's the moment of action. you dramatically drag your hand across the side of your face, causing her to turn her head towards you.

her eyes are open wide, but she doesn't look sad. simply surprised. "y/n? what'd you do that for? did you not like the dumpling?" she asks, looking towards her food.

you shake your head and shrug. "the dumpling was really good... what are you talking about?" she notices the trace of a smile on your lips, and then her face returns to normal.

she sighs with a laughing smile on her face. "y/n, was that really just a prank??"

"what? was what a prank? i don't know what you're referring to." you look away, kicking your legs as a distraction.

"hello? the kiss!" she giggles, setting her lunch beside her. "why'd you wipe it away?"

"i don't know what you're talking about, rai." you sigh, straightening your posture. you're just totally telling the truth.

she doesn't think you're this clueless. she quickly leans in and sticks another kiss on your cheek. you reach to get rid of it once more, but she catches your hand.

you're doing your best to keep down your laugh. you reach with the other hand—almost nonchalantly. before you know it, she grabs that one too.

she smiles and simply looks at you, waiting to see what you're going to do next.

you can't hold it in anymore. you start laughing so hard, you fall forward and knock raibaru off the bench. which, in turn, only causes you both to laugh more.

so, passerby can look to the fountain to see two students laughing in shambles.

𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐔𝐊𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐈 ⊹

after being with you, she realized that kisses are actually one of her favorite activities. you can lure her out of her room with a promise of a kiss.

and she will hold you until you melt. you can literally just be sitting there, and she will pepper your face all over. so... of course, you decided to mess with her a bit.

you were doing your own separate activities on the couch. you were reading, and she was simply resting. suddenly, you heard the couch creak and felt teruko's body turn.

you expected what was coming next. you felt her lips rushing to your cheek, leaving a small spot. you knew she hadn't closed her eyes yet, so you seized the moment.

you wiped the kiss away with your wrist, returning to your book as if nothing happened.

and she. is just. flabbergasted??

you.. huh?

she slowly orbits her head towards your face, giving you the worst glare of the 21st century. you can literally see the shadow falling onto her face.

"y/n." she says, still holding onto you, pressing slightly harder as a caution. "i'm going to need you to explain."

she's already got trust issues. what is she supposed to do in this situation?? she can't really take your kisses hostage.

you sigh, discouraged that you were already discovered. "aww, you caught me." you put a fake pout on your face, finally looking into teruko's eyes. they're very scary.

"that's not what i asked." she says, lowering her voice further, turning you to look up at her. she's hovering over you, very obviously expecting an explanation.

"well... it was only a prank." you smile. you can't help but let a giggle escape at how passionate she was about a simple peck.

"uh huh. show me." she snaps, furrowing her eyebrows as she lowers herself closer to your face.

you smirk and press her face closer, finally giving her the kiss she wanted. "you don't see me wiping away your kisses," she grumbled, pulling away and leaning back into the couch.

she had a satisfied look on her face, though, and she hugged you tighter. but, if you ever do that again, don't expect her to be so patient with you. she will pounce.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑/𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄 ⊹

"you're exhausting..." you heard from behind you, the bells on scaramouche's hat jingling softly.

"i'm just trying to be healthy, explore nature. it'd be good for you to touch some grass sometime, ya know?" you tease, a giggle escaping your mouth.

"you—never mind..." he grumbled, getting closer to you and putting his arms around you.

"someone's awfully clingy today." you slip, giving him a playful glance.

"would you really prefer it if i wasn't?" he asks sweetly, pressing a kiss to your temple. he's almost being too cute to mess with right now.

but, you had priorities. with a huff, you brush your hands where he kissed you, wiping it away. you didn't look directly at him so that it'd be natural, but in your peripheral vision, you saw the most devastated look ever.

his jaw was on the ground. "you did not just do that." he growls.

"do what?" you smile. then get tackled by an angry scaramouche. "—hey!!" you yelp.

he traps you in his arms, holding you close and tight. he kisses you with no warning, straight on the lips, going for the gold. you could've sworn that he was more passionate than some normal kisses.

"you," he says in between each long kiss. "are not allowed," he grumbles. "to get rid of my kisses." he says firmly, looking you in the eyes.

you giggle at how easily he gave in, getting so angry at the prank.

"it was a joke, dummy." you tease.

"this definitely isn't." he smirks, leaning in close as he amorously kisses you one last time.

notes. guys keep in mind i'm only like one episode into season 6 of my hero so monoma may potentially be a little ooc (as well as others)... but i'm catching up as fast as i can i'm so sorry 🤧🤧

anyways... guys what do i do if i get the same req in different fonts (not literal fonts) 🫡

[sacredjake]

Heaven & Hell

pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

word count: 3.8k

warnings: 18+ MDNI!!!! basically p*rn, there is no plot. unprotected penetrative sex, cussing, impact play/spanking, edging, orgasm denial, sir kink, daddy kink, nicknames, hair pulling (f. receiving), oral (f. receiving), rough sex, cockwarming, squirting, dom!jake, eyeliner jake, sweaty jake, some fluff at the end. if i missed any pls let me know!

a/n: i intended to write this many moons ago and finally got around to it. this is inspired by end DIG jake and his smudged eyeliner. huge thank you to @gold-mines-melting for proof reading, coming up with the title, sending pic ideas and telling me to put in more sweaty jake and better descriptions of his beautiful tummy that we all love so much. love you so much, poppy, thank you<33333 also i wanna say that this is the first time @malany-gvf has not read one of my fics before it got posted so she will be going in blind hehe <3

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The show seemed to drag on for eternity, and you were grateful when the boys reappeared back on the stage for their encore. It's not that you weren’t enjoying the show. You were actually enjoying it a little too much. More specifically you were enjoying the way your hot rockstar of a boyfriend looked on the stage, his chest and neck glistening with sweat, his fingers moving furiously against the strings of his guitar, the way his hips were rocking into the instrument and his back arched, and the eyeliner that had smudged under his eyes. 

Oh the eyeliner. 

It was a shock to you just as much as it was to the fans that night when the curtain dropped. It was faint, just a little bit of black on his waterline, but my god was it driving you absolutely insane. And as the show went on, and the more Jake sweat, the more the eyeliner smudged making it almost unbearable. The throbbing between your legs wouldn't cease and only got worse, the thin material of your underwear sticking uncomfortably to your core with the arousal that pooled there.

When they started to play Highway Tune you decided it was time to make your way down to the floor so you could meet them as they walked back to their dressing rooms. You were able to catch the last half of the song after their jam session break, and you waited patiently for them to come off the stage. Just by the way Jake had been playing tonight you knew he would be looking for some relief, and that thought alone excited you. 

They had finally finished their set and were coming off the stage, Jake was first, nearly sprinting down the steps. Instead of handing his guitar to his stagehand Jake kept walking, one hand on the neck of the guitar to keep it from swinging about. His eyes were glued to your frame the moment he saw you standing there, the eyeliner extenuating his piercing stare. When he caught up to you, his right arm grabbed your left bicep, pulling you with him down the hall.

You didn’t say a word, knowing all too well what was going on. His guitar was covering the erection that had gotten increasingly worse throughout the night which is why he didn’t hand it off. His fingers dug into the meat of your arm, threatening to leave bruises, and it only turned you on more. The thought of him needing release so badly, and what he was about to do to you in the arena dressing room. 

Jake released your arm once at the door, his hand flying out to twist the knob. He guided you inside the room with a hand on your lower back, and quickly shut the door behind himself. You wandered over to the vanity in the dressing room, finding the eyeliner he used still laying on the counter. 

“The eyeliner was a nice touch, baby. Made all the fans go crazy.” You picked the pencil up and rolled it between your fingers. You watched through the vanity as Jake carefully removed his beloved guitar from his body and placed it on the spare stand by the couch. With the guitar out of the way, you could see just how badly he was straining against his pants.

He was quiet as he came up behind you, his left hand gripping your hip, the right brushing against your neck lightly to move your hair, exposing your neck. You watched his reflection come closer to you, his mouth right by the shell of your ear. His lips skimmed across your skin leaving fiery heat in their wake trailing from your ear down to the junction of your shoulder and neck where he began to place wet, hot kisses against your skin. 

“And what about you, sweetness? You seemed to be enjoying the show more than usual tonight. I bet those lacey panties of yours are just dripping.” The sensation of his breath fanning over your skin was making your head fuzzy, and your limbs weak. You barely registered the sound of the eyeliner pencil dropping onto the counter from your hand. 

You reached behind your head, tangling your fingers into his hair as your head rested against his shoulder, your back arching to push your ass further into his erection. With both his hands on your hips, Jake gave you what you asked for, rutting his hips into the swell of your ass. A whimper flew from your lips unable to contain just how needy you were for him.

“Jake please, don’t tease me. I need it, need you, bad.” Your voice was breathy and cracked when it came out, sounding like nothing more than a sigh. His hands traveled to the front of your denim shorts, popping the button and pulling the zipper down slowly. Jake slid the material down your legs, letting them pool at your feet. 

“Oh don’t worry,” He nipped at your neck before pulling away, “Daddy’s gonna take good care of you.” 

Jake pulled your hands away from him and placed them on top of the vanity, closer to the mirror. With the new placement of your hands he had you bent over the desk of the vanity, giving him the perfect view of your ass and your face. Not completely satisfied with your position, Jake swiftly nudged your feet wider apart with his own, spreading your legs for him. 

“She’s all wet and ready for me, isn’t she?” He drug his middle finger over your clothed slit slowly. The minor action alone made your heat clench and your clit throb. You needed more, and Jake obliged. His finger peeled your underwear away from your sopping cunt, dropping them to lay with your shorts. 

Once removed, his middle and ring fingers swept between your folds, stopping at your clit to rub tight, fast circles. His other hand was busy with the button and fly of his pants, doing his best to free his cock from its confines. You watched his dick slap against his tan and toned stomach that was still glistening with sweat as he pulled his boxers down. He grasped himself with his free hand and ran his tip through your folds, gathering your slick. Your high was building steadily the entire time, the coil in your core getting tighter and tighter. But in an instant it was gone. Jake’s ministrations on the hard bundle had stopped completely when he switched the hand holding his dick to pump himself a few times, covering him tip to base in your arousal.

You were ready to beg, and plead for him to do something, anything, when he slammed himself into you fully. The force with which he rocked into you caused your elbows to give out, your weight leaning solely on your forearms against the cold wood of the desk, and forcing your back to arch more. 

“Fuck Jake!” You gasped in pleasure at the way he stretched and filled you just right. It was borderline painful, but that's what made it so delectable. His hips hammered into you, punishing and unrelenting. Just the way you liked. 

You pressed your hand against the cool mirror to protect your head from being rammed into it, never taking your eyes off of Jake. Sweat trailed down his face and chest, his hair sticking to his forehead and neck. The scene was like one you had seen almost a hundred times, but not restricted solely to the bedroom. He looked as he did on stage not too long ago, brows furrowed and pinched together, mouth hung open slightly, hips thrusting and eyes glued to the source of his pleasure.

“That’s it, baby,” He nearly growled watching his cock piston in and out of you, “God you take me so fucking well. Like you’re made just for me, isn’t that right?” He tore his eyes from where the two of you connected and met yours through the reflection in the mirror. All of the air had been sucked out of your lungs. The sight of his dark, lustful eyes rimmed in the black eyeliner had depleted you of all thoughts and oxygen. You could only stare back at him and nod with your mouth open. 

Air quickly filled your lungs again with a sharp breath as his hand came down on your ass. The sound cracked loudly throughout the space, the motions of his hips never ceasing. You knew there was likely to be a full handprint, red and angry etched onto your skin. 

“I’ll try again in case you didn’t understand the question,” He planted his hand on the vanity next to your elbow, the sweat that spilled down his chest now began to seep into your shirt as he leaned into you. His other hand gripped your hip, using it to hold you firm. You didn’t dare look away from him, holding eye contact while he spoke next to your ear. 

“Who does this dripping cunt belong to?” He asked, his voice low and gruff. You couldn’t stop the groan that tumbled passed your lips even if you had tried. 

Jake was always sweet and gentle with you. He would constantly whisper ‘i love you’s into your hair with a kiss, bring you flowers any chance he had, open doors for you and hold you like you were the most fragile thing on the planet. You knew he would never hurt you intentionally and loved the way he worships you. 

Every now and then, though, you would get this side of Jake. He was demanding and rough and obscene. And you loved every single bit of it. This was exactly what you had been hoping for when you saw him on stage earlier in the night, and you were ready to feed into this side of him. 

“You, daddy, it’s all for you. Only for you.” You cooed watching for his reaction. His jaw clenched, and you could’ve sworn the chocolate of his irises turned solid black. 

In a split second he stood back up, both hands latched onto your waist. The speed on his hips never waivered, but his hands guided your hips to meet his with every thrust. 

“Don’t you dare take your eyes off me, do you understand?” 

“Yes, sir.” You nodded quickly. 

Your promise was quickly forgotten as his hips drilled into you faster and harder. The pace he set was absolutely grueling. With each thrust you were brought closer and closer to your end, you couldn’t hold your head up any longer. Your chin dropped down to your chest, your eyes squeezing shut. 

“What did I just fucking say?” Jake’s hand wrapped around your throat and pulled you upwards as he continued to fuck you mercilessly. When your back was fully flush against his chest, his hand moved upwards to grip your jaw, forcing you to look at him in the mirror. With the new angle you were teetering on the edge of bliss.

Jake knew instantly. He knew your body better than anyone. Knew all the signs of your impending orgasm. 

“I’m gonna-“ You were swiftly cut off with a smack to your left outer thigh. 

“No you aren’t, you’re gonna be a good girl and you’re not going to cum until I say so.” Jake grit out through his clenched teeth next to your ear, hot breath cascading over your sticky skin. 

Using the hold on your jaw he roughly pushed you back towards the counter top of the vanity. Your left arm shot down, your right catching on the mirror to stabilize yourself. Every breath, moan, and whine escaping your mouth fell against the mirror making it fog slightly. 

“Jake please, please. I can’t- I need to- fuck, I need to cum, please.” You whine, giving him your best fucked-out-doe-eyes. 

Jake’s only response was a groan coming from deep within his chest. His hand that was previously on your jaw wound tightly in your hair, drawing your head back sharply. The new pleasure that coursed throughout your body was heavenly. You felt him everywhere, and it was sinful bliss. 

With the grip on your hair, he used the leverage to pull your body backwards to meet each unforgiving thrust of his hips. The only sounds that came from you now were choked back sobs as you did your best to keep your orgasm at bay. You did as you were told and kept your eyes on his reflection, his lust blown orbs staring back at you. 

“Oh fuck babygirl, just like that.” The words came out low and breathy, sending you headfirst into your long awaited climax. Through your squinted eyes you watched as Jake’s head snapped back, his mouth hung open. 

Before he reached his own climax, he pulled out of you quickly. His fingers circled your clit making sure to carry you through the rest of your high. When you finally came down, he turned you around pressing your ass to sit on the counter. Without warning Jake dropped to his knees in front of you and pulled your thighs around his shoulders, eyes boring into you the entire time. 

He dragged his tongue slowly up your slit, gathering your release and groaning deeply, his eyes rolling backwards. The sight alone was enough to bring you to the edge so quickly. The smudged eyeliner underneath his eyes made him look so soft, yet dangerous. Like he could flip on a dime at any moment and split you in half just as he was moments ago. 

With each pass of his tongue over your sensitive bundle the coil deep in your core burned hotter. Jake was steadily working you towards another orgasm with his velvet smooth tongue alone. Your nails raked against his scalp, pulling groans from him and sending the vibrations straight to your dripping heat. 

You could spend eternity like this. Jake’s head between your legs, worshiping you the way he loves most. He looked absolutely divine. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead and neck. The ends of his hair clinging to the wet skin. The look in his eyes was probably the best part. He looked like he was in absolute heaven, enjoying the way his tongue glided against you, gathering every bit of your sweet nectar.

Just when you were about to fall off the edge, Jake pulled back with a wicked grin. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, his tongue darting out to clean what he missed. You huffed a needy sigh in retaliation. 

“What’s the matter babygirl?” He rose to his feet and placed his hands on the vanity, caging your hips between them. His eyes darted around your face in faux concern before his mouth broke into a smirk. 

“Oh.” 

Such a simple word, but it was mocking and condescending, “Did you think I was going to let you cum?” The arrogant smirk never left his face as he reached up to tuck the hair from your face behind your ear. His hand slid down your neck softly, landing on the juncture of your throat and shoulder. 

“Only good girls get to cum more than once, baby. You haven’t been very good.” 

“I’ve been good.” You whined with a pout, squirming under his gaze. 

“But you haven’t. I told you not to cum until I said so and did you listen?” 

“No.” You dropped your chin to your chest, your focus landing on his necklaces dangling from his chest. His hand snaked up your neck to the base of your skull, his thumb pushing under your jaw and forcing you to look up at him. 

“No, you didn’t. Do you know what that means?” 

“I need to be punished.” You whispered innocently and sweet, looking at him doe-eyed. 

“That’s right, baby. Stand up.” 

You did as he asked and stood from your seated position with a little help from Jake. He led you to the couch where he rid himself of his pants and boxers fully before taking a seat. 

“You’re gonna ride me until I say you can cum. Is that clear?” 

He looked glorious sprawled out across the mundane couch. His arms were outstretched on the back, legs wide open and cock pressed against his soft, yet firm stomach. Everything about him in this simple state exuded confidence and authority.

The cushions of the couch were plush, your knees sinking into them softly as you moved closer to straddle him. With your mouth practically watering you nodded frantically. You received nothing but a ‘tsk’ from Jake and a firm hand connecting to your backside earning a hiss from your lips as you sucked in a quick breath. 

“I asked you a question.” He was stoic with an eyebrow cocked looking up at you, waiting for another slip up. 

“Yes sir.” 

“That’s my girl.” His hand soothed the sting it left behind and slid upwards to rest on your waist.  You lowered yourself down onto his lap with your hand wrapped around his length, guiding him through your slick walls. 

He wore the same authoritative expression as you lowered yourself all the way down. Cocksure and waiting. It was a sight that made you that much more aroused. Something about the way he emanated power while you were mechanically in control turned you on immensely. 

With both hands on his shoulders for support you lifted yourself up while rolling your hips forward before taking all of him in again. The speed you moved was steady, enjoying the feeling of his cock pushing and pulling against your clenching walls. Each motion of your hips wound the coil tighter and hotter, your second orgasm within reach. 

It was at this point that Jake grew impatient. His fingers dug roughly into the flesh at your waist and he took control of your hips, lifting you up quickly before slamming you back down on him fully. With each descent of your hips to his, you were met halfway as he began to thrust up into you. Moans, and gasps tumbled past your lips with an occasional curse word. 

Your body eventually gave up, letting Jake have all the power. The only thing holding you upright were your arms looped around his neck and his left arm cradling the entirety of your back, your head supported with the same hand. In this position he was all around you. There was nothing else, only Jake. 

You kept your eyes locked on his, your mouth hung open in ecstasy, his lips drawn up into something akin to a pinched sneer. 

“Is the pretty girl too fucked out to beg?” He mocked between thrusts. You couldn’t answer him, not a coherent thought forming. 

“That’s okay baby. She’s doing all the begging for you, gripping my cock so tight. I know she wants it.” Your eyes rolled back at the way he spoke about your pussy. He was going to be the death of you. 

“Go on then, let her have it. Cum for me, princess, give it to me.” Jake grit between clenched teeth, holding back his own climax just long enough to demand yours. For the second time he threw you over the edge into the vast pit of searing pleasure. The feeling was euphoric and relieving, the intense pressure that had been building finally released. 

Though your senses were dulled through the haze you could feel water coating your thighs, ass and belly, soaking portions of your shirt. 

“Oh fuck!” Jake groaned from below you the sound emanating from deep within his chest. He fucked into you faster somehow prolonging your orgasm and increasing the amount of liquid you felt splattering your skin. 

“That’s it babygirl, keep soaking my cock. Such a good girl squirting for daddy. Goddamn.” Praises flew past his clenched teeth as he reached his own high only to fall on deaf ears. You were far too gone to understand any of what he was saying. 

Violent muscle spasms rolled through your body while Jake did his best to support you through his release. He pulled your body into his with your chests pressed together and your cheek resting against his shoulder. The spasms faded into twitches before dissipating while you laid against him. You could feel every breath he took, his chest heaving up and down. 

“Goddamn you are perfect,” Jake whispered breathlessly and turned to place a kiss on your cheek, smoothing your hair with his hand, “I love you so much, baby.” 

You peered up at him, not having the energy to move your head, and met his eyes. He was smiling softly at you and practically glowing. A smile etched its way onto your face, tired and completely fucked out. 

“I love you too.” 

The two of you stayed in that position for a little while longer until you were uncomfortable, your combined sweat beginning to dry. You sat up from his sticky chest and winced due to the soreness and him still being tucked inside you. Jake was about to help you off of him when you froze. 

The entire couch was practically soaked. The cushions on either side of you were wet and you were positive the one below you had to be drenched. Your shirt was also wet, the lower half of it clinging to your skin, and Jake’s groin and belly showed remnants of liquid that had sprayed across him.

“Oh my god…” 

“Made quite the mess baby, but it’s okay,” He pulled you closer with a hand to the nape of your neck, “It was insanely hot.” He flashed you a smirk and placed a quick kiss to your lips. 

He helped you ease off of him and stand, holding your hands while you regained your balance on wobbly legs. When he was sure you could stand on your own he followed suit. Your guess was in fact correct. The cushion that had been below you was almost completely covered. 

Jake followed your wide eyes staring at the couch. As if sensing your anxiety he pulled the cushion out of the couch, turning it 180° before flipping it over and placing it back on the couch. He did the same with the others before looking back to you. 

“Good as new.” He pulled you into his side and kissed your hair. You wrapped your arms around his waist and gave him a thankful squeeze. 

“Thank you.” 

“Of course, baby. Now,” He squeezed you back before untangling himself from you to face you fully and hold both of your hands, “Let’s get you a new shirt and get back to the hotel so we can take a nice hot shower and clean you up. How does that sound?” 

“Like heaven.” You sighed dreamily feeling your body relax at just the mention of hot water cascading over your aching muscles. 

“Not quite,” Jake chuckled and shook his head, “You’re the only thing on this earth that’s like Heaven, baby.” 

“If I’m like Heaven, then what’re you?” 

He gave you a wicked grin and shot you a wink, holding his arms out as if presenting himself. 

“Welcome to Hell, angel.”

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[maplesturniolo]

Shower~C.S

Warning- SMUTT, “just friends”, shower sex, nicknames (ma), nothing else really (my first story, also not proofread)

Summary- your sleepover gets a little spicy when Chris finds out your secret. (Sorry this is so short)

Almost every weekend me and the triplets find time to have a sleepover, but this week only Chris and nick could make it. That’s because Matt was really sick and didn’t want to get anyone else sick as well. Particularly because Matt is sick we are sleeping over at my house. And don’t get me wrong I love these boys so much, but I kind of have a small crush on Chris. I hope he doesn’t know and now I’m worried because I only have one small ish bed in my room and one spear room that Nick usually likes to sleep in, so that means Chris would have to be with me…

~

“Hey we should watch a movie, I seen an ad on TikTok for it” nick said looking up from his phone a split second before reaching for the remote. We were all sitting on the large couch I had in my house. Nick and I sat beside each other and Chris was looking in the fridge for food. Once nick got the movie ready to play I readjusted my self to be laying my head on his thigh and had my legs spread to the other side of the couch. “Chris you coming” nick shouted at Chris who was still looking through my kitchen. I looked over at him, leaned against the side of the fridge his veiny hands grasping a can of Pepsi.

I wonder what those long slender fingers would feel like inside me?

“Hey you good?” I snapped out of my thoughts when Nick asked “yea no I’m fine” I say shaking my head and giving him a slight smile in reply. “Cmon guys let’s just start the movie already” I say trying ti keep my mind off of how hot Chris looked right now.

~

Half way through the movie, I sat in between Chris and nick still laying my head on nick except now it’s on his shoulder. Nick had picked a horror movie, I was completely fine with it but Chris on the other hand, not so much. At every single jumps scare he flinched, and sometimes screamed.

Man I wonder if he would make those noises if I jerked him off?

More of the movie has passed and I got tired, “hey guys you can keep watching I’m just a bit tired I’m going to go lay down” they nodded their heads and I walked up the stairs to my room and closed the door behind me. I got undressed and put on a pair of tight shorts over my black lace underwear. I removed my bra and put on one of nicks shirts that he lets me borrow. Just then I hear a knock on my door.

“Hey sweetie make sure you guys don’t stay up too late tonight okay” my mom said coming in to give me a hug goodnight. “Yup, love you!” I say in response walking over to my bed.

As I was scrolling on my phone Chris barged in “I spilled my Pepsi all over me now I’m all sticky” you giggled in response seeing the huge puddle of Pepsi on his shirt. “You could just take a shower if you want” you said looking over to the bathroom door. “Thank you” Chris sarcastically put his hands together and looked at you before grabbing his change of clothes and walking into your bathroom.

Chris was already in the shower and you realized that you needed to brush your teeth. “Hey Chris! Can I come in for a sec?” You said knocking on the door a few times, “yup” he yelled back in response. You grabbed your toothbrush and started to apply the toothpaste when you heard a knock on the door of your bathroom “hey the boys are in the spare room right?” “Uhh, yes ya they are!” You say in response knowing Chris was naked behind you. “Okay! I’m coming in to grab something real quick!” You didn’t know what to do do you quickly got undressed and jumped in the shower with Chris.

“Hey! What th-“ you put your hand over Chris’s mouth. “Okay thanks sweetie! Goodnight!” Your mom closed the door and left, leaving you completely exposed Infront of Chris, and him exposed infront of you. “Holy fuck” Chris says staring you up and down. “Chris!” You shout at him and turn around. “Whattt? You are the one who jumped in here”

I mean he isn’t wrong, “shut it Christopher” you snapped back at him. As you were lifting your feet up to get out Chris’s hands attached to your waist.

“Where do you think you’re going” you could feel his rock hard dick on your back “anywhere but here” you say turning around to face him.

Just then Chris pulls you in for a passionate hungry kiss, his tongue immediately exploring your mouth. You start grinding forwards into his dick, getting groans from Chris.

“Now if we’re are going to do this you better be fucking quiet” Chris said grabbing your jaw, you let out a moan “I need words ma” “yes oh my god just fuck me already” you moaned out.

Quickly Chris turns you around and pushed your back down to create an arch, you could feel the arousal dripping from your pussy.

“You’re so wet for me” Chris said as he swiped his eager tip through your folds. You moaned at the feeling, “I told you to be fucking quiet” he pounded into giving you no time to adjust to his 8 inch dick.

He waisted no time, fucking into you harder and harder, very few moans escaped your mouth. “I’m gonna-“ you say trying not to scream at the pleasure. “Not yet ma, cum with me” he said slightly adjusting his position, now repetativly hitting your g-spot.

“Oh fuck Chris” you moaned, releasing all over his cock. “Oh shitt” he says right after you, releasing his own cum deep into your pussy. “What the fuck just happened” he said as he pulled out of you slowly, “I don’t fucking know”

~

You and Chris were laying in your bed, your head in his chest talking when you got a text, it was from Nick.

“Did yall just fuck”

You and Chris look at eachother and giggle. What’s gonna happen now?

[cherrsnut]

Hostage - Chapter 1

Finnick Odair x Healer!Reader

Summary: Up until now, your life has been a solitary one. Being the sole owner of an herbal shop, and apothecary to many fishermen who have been injured. Just when your life seemed to follow the routine you were so used to, your life turns a 360 when you’re suddenly taken away for the 67th Annual Hunger Games. This turn of events forces you to accept the idea the Grim Reaper is stalking close behind you, faster than you had hoped for. 

Tags: Extremely Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Angst, Typical THG Violence, Forced Prostitution, Forced Lab Rat, Injury, Mental Health Deterioration, Psychological/Physical Torture, Death, Alcohol/Drug Consumption, Medical Malpractice, Fluff (bc they deserve it).

Word Count: 3.8k

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Chapter 1

Silence echoed throughout the walls of the streets, and for once it looked like the town had been abandoned, just like everybody had agreed to up and leave it in search of a better fate than what lay ahead of them, or perhaps all the citizens just simply vanished from sight. The breeze of the sea, just as icy as the ocean, seemed to catch on with the mournful mood of the alleyways. The tense atmosphere signaled the hidden mice to not even voice a squeak out of respect. 

Even at the plaza, everyone was quiet, and their usually lively ambiance ceased to exist. Just by the sight of the ocean, you noticed just how the wind didn’t spare any mercy for all the attendees of the Reaping. Making this already melancholic ambiance much harder to ignore. 

You looked around and followed behind the big agglomeration of people queuing up, making another step further into Panem’s hell. You pursed your lips together and gulped down nervously, patiently awaiting your death sentence. 

There were people everywhere, too many people for it to be so quiet to your liking. Although the great majority were adolescents of the oceanic village, you had previously realized the older folks stood far behind you, their suppressed anxiety over their children’s safety due to the men in white, the Peacekeepers, stance in front of them. Their threatening military pattern removed any type of confidence of any caregiver to sneak in and take their child away without facing heavy repercussions. Stationed there to install and make the proceedings of the Hunger Games go as smoothly as possible from outside the Capitol. 

The sea of heads that appeared in front of you made the stage barely visible, but you came across what looked like a Peacekeeper setting up a camera, of course, the Reaping was to be live-streamed. Just on top of a platform and above the stage, you were sure the crystal lenses would take up the view of all the adolescents present. 

“Everything will be alright” You turned to look beside you, surprised to find a voice breaking the quietness you were starting to getting used to and assume it would prevail for the rest of the annual event. At least before the cries of children as they break their realization of being chosen, or the burning point of a mother’s distress breaks out in a horrible scream. 

You assumed it was a pair of siblings, taking notice of the facial traits to be almost identical. Very blonde locks, both wearing the same warm coffee color eyes with freckles of the same hue spotted all other cheeks. And while they represented themselves in the body of the other gender, you found the boy to look somewhere about your age, his sister was a head smaller than him, and you thought it was plausible she just came of age for the nauseating event. 

“I promise” he made an oath to his sister, interlocking his finger with hers. She breathed heavily, the limit of her sanity crossing over a soon-to-be panic attack. She tried to fixate her eyes on him, fighting off a barrier to gain herself back together, a battle she looked like she was going to lose. Her brother, which you finally recalled his name to be Philip, crouched down and enveloped her in his arms. An arm protectively around her back, while the other moved around her head in an attempt to massage it to calm her down. 

Even in his arms, the little girl was visibly trembling, probably both from the fear and anxiety, that were purging an acidic bile up to her taste glands. The little girl’s forehead pressed on her brother's chest, finding comfort in his protective body. 

“Just breathe deeply, ‘kay?” he reassured. His hard fingers were full of little lines of scars, some of which you could recall treating at the herbal shop, and crept up to hold her face. Philip always found himself surrounded by District’s 4 aquaculture, and it was bound to happen after long shifts handling the wires of the nets to eventually cause multiple physical damages. 

Philip removed himself from the little girl and looked at her features. She struggled to do so, every time she tried she’d be under attack from another uncontrollable shaking. She could only grab onto his shirt, the shaking becoming increasingly harder with each passing second. The hand that was used to the hard labor of the sea, wrapped itself on top of his sister’s hand, much bigger in comparison. The warmth of their bond calmed her down just slightly, and he went to kiss her forehead affectionately. 

“I’m here” his whisper was carried by the breeze that brushed her ear, which tickled her slightly. Upon noticing your heavy stare on them, Philip looked over to you. Both of your eyes interlock with each other. You tried to give him an encouraging smile, but the heavy situation still weighed you down, and your smile came across as a sad one. One that showed pity and understanding toward his sister. 

He gave you a knowing look, before his eyes went to his sister, and suffocated further in his embrace to help her to get back to the queue. “I’m here” he repeated. 

The stern voice of a woman, announcing a “next” brought you back to reality. You’d forgotten just how the line always moved rather fast, especially so when you had a tendency to drown yourself in self-pity. You were always alone while queuing up to sign in, and never had people you called friends. But you were content with the short company clients or injured patients gave you, just like Edna’s until she died. But you did wonder how it would feel in this moment to be in the company of another person, would you cry together? Maybe hug each other? Or maybe just stay silent unable to utter anything that wasn’t bitter. But this year you felt differently, you wished for the little girl’s safety just like your own.

You gave your hand to the Peacekeeper just as you told her your name, and she took it with the rubber texture of the black-gloved hand of hers. The way she held it was rather rough, but you understood it as wanting to keep you completely still for the pinch in your finger and not mess it up. The end of the buzzing sound coming from the long mechanism suggested the dna withdrawal was finished, accompanied by the slight pain of the tiny nick, so small you’d never consider it an injury. 

The Peacemaker guided your finger, a blood drop visible forming, and pressed it on top of the inky empty box drawn on a piece of paper. Your name was attached next to it, with your general information written in smaller letters below it. You assumed the pieces of paper that were attached just like a book, were the enlistment of the possible Tributes of your District. But then again, you didn’t care enough and let that thought drift away just as fast as it came. 

Another mechanism, this one much larger and formed just like a box had been stepped and decided to stay in that flat shape. A laser came from the bottom, scanning the blood accompanied by the noisy sounds of mechanical beepings. When it was all set, the Peacemaker simply bid you farewell and called for the child behind you. 

You left defeated, another step closer to the selection process. The idea of you being chosen terrified you, and you could feel the anxiety taking hold of your bones. You prayed again in self-pity. Edna always mentioned the idea of sirens existing, and while you never truly believed in it, you prayed for them to listen to you. Every time, at the Reaping, for the past four years you prayed for them.

With an exasperated sigh flying out, you walked around the plaza trying to find a place to stand by and wait for your trial. That was until a hand tapped your shoulder and a raspy voice called out your name. You turned, even more surprised to find Philip along with his sister, both holding hands. 

You looked at the boy standing in front of you, expectant as to why he had called you. He gave a quick glance to the little blonde beside him before he spoke.

“Hey, umm, you mind taking Emi with you?” your eyes trailed off to the girl, finally being able to give her face a name. Emi looked at the floor, a mortifying expression coming across her face. 

“It’s just-” he tried to continue his explanation. 

“Sure” you smiled at the girl gripping onto dear life to her brother. You took out your hand for her, and with unsettlement pumping over her brain, she brushed her finger across yours. 

“So, Emi is your name” The statement oddly sounded like a question, but you wanted to make her feel more comfortable even in this terrible situation. To communicate with her, and make her see you as someone she could trust momentarily before she would hopefully turn back with her brother. 

Her crystal eyes moved up to you and murmured an mhm before walking indecisively toward you. She looked at the ground when you told her your name, but you couldn’t feel any type of annoyance by it, not when her hands were trembling exaggeratedly. So you squeezed hers lightly in an attempt to make her feel more at ease in your presence. 

Philp sighed and you noticed the heavy burden that lifted off of him. He gave you a small smile, the one he hadn’t reciprocated before. 

“Thank you” his eyes shone, which only suggested to you the tears he wanted to pour out in that moment. You empathized with him, he probably didn’t have much time to take in the Reaping for himself, and rather give away his attention to his sister who needed him to be strong in her stead. A thought appeared one which you respected and showed sympathy for the mental work they put in for the sake of the younger family members. 

“Don’t mention it” you smiled with him. You rolled your eyes at the girl holding your hand, and with the same smile, you muttered. “Let’s go Cupcake”

“Hello Cuties” Sing sang the woman on stage. Her peculiar fashion style nationally known for the Capital’s trends flied around with her sparkling personality. With the color theme of purple pink and pale yellow, shades lighter of the sunflower petals, she wore a design that resembled a kimono. The notable way how the coat of the fabric was placed on top of the other to keep it in a steady place, and with the addition of the belt, covering the whole of the waist until just below her chest, as a means to keep the clothing stuck and not untie itself. The completely yellow obi, name of the kimono belts, was adorned with some sort of lacing at the top and bottom of purplish-dyed sheep wool, with the addition of a pink bow wrapped around the obi. 

The star of the fashion design was the sleeves. With a hole showing the shoulders and a few inches down the arm, the rest was covered in the beautiful colors of the spring. With many odd shapes and colors on the fabric. Which later opened up its sleeves up to three feet long. It gave off the impression of wings when the arms were pulled up. The rest seemed to just be decorations around her figure, from a fabric choker of purple as well as the striking head ornaments of the same color scheme presented. 

Her voice was too optimistic for your liking, and the singing tunes brought up were as distasteful as her color choice. 

“Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be in your favor” The District 4 escort celebrated baring her teeth out with that pink tint across her lips, the same tint that decorates her eye shadow.

“But before we begin, The Capitol has brought us a special film for us” she again songed, and you were already starting to be filled with the irritation of her voice. 

Emi was still holding your hand. She had kept a close distance from you, practically stuck to your form from the moment we were placed here. She tugged onto your long skirt, and you looked down to find her somber eyes looking up at you. Although you agreed to stay by her side, her added melancholy was starting to affect your already distressed mood, and even though you tried to calm her down she seemed focused on her overwhelmed state. 

You smiled at her, with the film starting in ahead of you. 

“War. Terrible war” You rolled your eyes up while making a hand movement in a sign to poke fun at President Snow’s repeated speech. Your mock seemed to finally crack a little smile on the little girl, and you were pleased to see her relax a tiny bit. 

The film carried on, and your attention span had been but all gone. The Hunger Games were a devastating reality, that had already taken hundreds of children away. You couldn’t see the point of this little speech anymore, and right before the selection process at that. And it seemed Snow was trying to ridicule the Distrct’s anxiety. It exhausted you to no end to have to listen to the same words and the same images, and it got you wondering just why it had to be the same recycled film every single year. 

You thought of Emi again. The very same thought appeared every single year, just why were we taking the consequences of a revolution none of us partook in? The only person that you knew who was alive from when the Revolution was still afloat was Edna, and she still lamented that she was just a child when it ended, and luckily enough she never got chosen as Tribute. And that thought only led to helplessness because even though it wasn’t in the least bit fair, there was nothing you nor anyone who would be able to do anything about it. 

“The lone victor, bathed in riches, would serve as a reminder of our generosity and our forgiveness” It was the voice of a pragmatic leader giving a speech, sprinkled with sentimental music that made your stomach stir uncomfortably. The crease in your eyebrow knitting as you tried to forget the nauseating feeling from inside you, represented exactly in your self turmoil, you were disgusted. 

You gulped down hard as the film finally ended. You gave Emi a quick squeeze to comfort yourself. She only gave you a pointed glance before directing her attention to the colorful escort on the stage. 

“Alrighty. Now the time has come for us to select one courageous young man and woman” she informed, as you bit back your tongue to correct her misuse of words of man and woman for children. 

“For the honor of representing District 4 in the 67th Annual Hunger Games” she continued. She then started walking over the large crystal sphere. Inside laid the names of all the girls that had been forced to sign in, inside a folded piece of paper. “Ladies first” she giggled further. 

Her hand moved around the pieces of paper messily scattered around the sphere before choosing one. She quickly picked it up to her eye level, a sneaky smile appearing on her face. 

You let out a breath, you had done your best to try and calm your nerves. The anxiety was way past the boiling point, and you swore your legs felt drunk. 

The escort walks back to the microphone, and the only thing missing for her to further mock your emotions was to make a little dance around the platform, kick up some moves, or simply jump in excitement.

She opened the piece of paper. Your heart beating fast in the back of your throat, as another wave of anxiety filled every single pore in your skin. Her long nails made it difficult for her to open it, and as time passed on, you could feel yourself growing insane. You internally cursed at the escort, every cell in your body screaming at her to just finally read it. And before you knew it she called out a name, your name. 

Everything just stopped in you, and if it weren’t because you’d be a dead corpse from organ malfunction, you could’ve sworn your heart just stopped. Your eyes were locked on the colorful woman, but you weren’t looking at her. You were staring into space, you were trying to assimilate the situation you just got yourself involved. But you couldn’t, there was something in you, and that something didn’t connect the wires that you were going to die sooner than you hoped for. The idea of being picked for the annual event was always at the back of your mind, what would be your reaction? You thought that rationally, you’d be upset, maybe crying as well, or perhaps straight screaming and begging to do a re-drawl. 

But you weren’t, you were simply still. The look of every girl that had known you looking at you, and it wasn’t melancholy that invaded their intense gaze, but rather they were grateful they weren’t the ones chosen. As hypocritical as it made you, you were mad at them. Your internal anger was justified in your eyes, maybe because you needed someone or something to be mad at. But no matter how irritated you were, you’d done the same in their stead the previous three years you had attended the Reaping. 

With another exhale, you came to yourself. You needed to get on the stage. You walked out to the corridor, but barely made a step when Emi tugged back on your fingers. Her eyes were scanning your facial expression. And the way she spoke your name suggested to you, she was beyond her shocked stage.

You gulped another chunk of saliva and got to your knees. You smiled at her, as brightly as you could force it out. And it occurred to you to close your eyes, because you knew you couldn’t force a reassuring look without the fear lurking behind it. 

The military steps of the Peacekeepers echoed within every corner of your body so quickly and in a rushed matter. You kissed her forehead, as gentle as a flying feather, to put her at ease. 

“I’ll be fine, Cupcake,” you told her as confident as possible, trying not to let the fear accumulated in you spill over the beautiful young girl. And so you stood up, another quick smile flashing over your face before walking the hall that would send you straight to a living Hell. You kept muttering those words “I’ll be fine” as if you wanted to console yourself unknowingly. For now, if lying to yourself is what kept you sane enough to act normally, even suspiciously so, you’d go for it. And once the situation avalanched over your entity, you could collapse and lament for yourself on your own.

You held your head high while walking, your form an empty shell void of any emotions. The very pink hue colored on the escort’s face became clearer with each step, she smiled brightly at you. The wrinkles shown at the corner of her eyes signal of her enjoyment. 

“Wonderful! We have our female Tribute for District 4!” playfully expressed the escort, looking straight at your eyes. You walked up the stairs, with Peacekeepers in tow behind you.  

The escort held up a hand to you, helping you get up faster, so she could back to her selecting process, although this time it would be a boy. All in her chillingly joyful manner. 

Without hesitation, she placed the mic in front of you. 

“So, dear, tell me, was that your sister?” she asked you, although it seemed she was asking on behalf of the whole Capitol. 

“No…” your voice was weak, the intimidating audience just looked up at you which worsened your nauseating bitter taste. The escort eyed you, waiting for any further explanation.

“She’s my… friend” Her impatience only made your voice quieter, which she must have been content that your husky and throaty tone was speaking through the loud microphone. 

The sudden realization came crashing now. Seeing the look of pitied people just below you, wishing you luck before you left for the Capitol, filled the shining of water in your sclera and, you hand was lightly shaking beside your thigh. 

“Everyone, please! A round of applause for our lovely Tribute!” she called your name again. Her clapping was soon stopped at the awkwardness that she was the only one celebrating this. You breathed in and out heavy air. 

“And now, for the gentlemen” announced the woman standing beside you. Of course, she was trying to salvage the situation. You looked at everyone, and they were all looking back at you. You were lucky enough to connect eyes with Philip, and while you never considered him to be a friend, you were happy to see a familiar face. He was the only one to provide you with that comfort. He looked like he wanted to say something through his eyes, and you responded with a tear swimming down your cheek, and following its path further down your neck. 

“Vito Rosechaser” was called. The look of another adolescent, about your age or older roamed around his fellow friends, that gave him a sad look. He opened his mouth, surprised, and as the situation sunk deep into him, he walked down the hall, again with the Peacekeepers around him like frustrating flies.

Just then you’d taken in his appearance, from afar his eyes seemed dark just like his hair. Big build and muscles that suggested he’d worked hard in his life, and you lamented that he propably didn’t deserve this.

You looked at Vito at the end of the stairs, and his eyes briefly grazed yours before he stopped to look at the public. The mic was stolen from you.

“And finally” the hyper tone echoed throughout the plaza, loud enough to quiet down the crashing waves of the beach nearby. The breeze cold as snow felt like it had punctured your veins, and that icy hurt traveled through your body. 

“Our Tributes from District 4” her white teeth never failed to show at the camera. 

“Come on you two, shake hands” The oddly dressed woman grabbed onto the hems of your and Vito’s shirts, encouraging you two to do the action and let it be over. She stepped back, and the both of you looked at each other before gripping both of your hands. 

“Happy Hunger Games!” she sang happily. It echoed in every single rib, deep inside your abdomen. A voice you’d never forget, you were sure of that. Even long after the Games, if you’d even be able to survive, you’d be waking up with this chilling lullaby she was singing. 

“And remember, may the odds be ever in your favor” 

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[skipper19]

Imagine this..

Keigo quietly sulks into your shared bedroom, already having left his visor and jacket, along with his boots, resting by the front door. He swiftly removed his shirt and pants, only his boxers remaining, as he tried to gently lay behind you on the inviting bed.

He wished you were awake, a selfish thought, seeing as it was 3 a.m., and he knew you tried your best to stay up for him. Keigo gently wraps his arms around your body and spoons you close to his chest. His warm breath fanned across your neck, and you scooted that bit closer to him in result. Keigo sighs and tucks his nose into your hair. He loved that familiar scent. It consumed him, reminded him that he was home, he was with you.

Keigo felt his muscles relax, and his wings sag off the bed behind him. Keigos hand traveled to caress your collarbone, tiredly smiling when he felt the feather rest peacefully on your skin. His finger rubbed soothing circles into your supple flesh. Keigo shakily inhaled as he relished in the love he felt in the moment.

You were the most loving, supportive, kind, and loyal girlfriend he could ask for. He never had to worry about coming home to a cold bed and a cup of ramen, not that you lived with him now. The atmosphere that enveloped him when he stepped foot into your shared home always put his mind at ease. Hawks was able to rest, while Takami Keigo was able to spread his wings and be himself. All the while, you were waiting there with open arms, ready to hold him close and love him unconditionally.

There have been so many times you proved that you loved him. Loved him for the comedian with bedhead and comfortable clothes instead of the charismatic winged hero everyone else saw him as. You have patched him up more times than he could count, paper cut to bullet wounds, and yet you never deterred from his side. He was so scared he would push you away because of his hero life.

The commission had always told him that he never needed a partner. The idea of a lover would blind him and steer his focus on what is important. Not only this, but he couldn't possibly balance his love life and hero life. Anyone he chose to bring into his life and hold dear to his heart would be ripped to shreds by the cruel world, and he would always be weak to protect them. This thought, this fear that the commission instilled into his head since he was a young boy, has never once left his brain.

But Keigo couldn't help himself from being selfish. He met you in an odd circumstance. He didn't save you, but the other way around. It was no life or death situation, but it was still important. Keigo was in such a rush to get to his meeting with the newest recruit, but he had to have his coffee. The only coffee he enjoyed was from the Voler Librement Oiseau café downtown. Of course, it had to be so far away from his agency, but he needed his morning coffee, or he would be grumpy.

After Keigo ordered his drink (and tried to politely excuse himself from his fans), he hurriedly rushed from the small shop. Unfortunately, he had a one track mind in the moment, and he didn't see the cute girl trying to enter the shop the moment he was leaving. The second he stepped foot from the building, his body collided with another smaller frame, and in a rush of adrenaline, he reached forward to grab the other person in an effort to stop their fall. This was obviously the wrong move to make, seeing as he reached out the hand holding his coffee.

A loud yelp, followed by a body hitting the ground, abruptly interrupted the once peacful morning air. People passing by spared glances yet kept walking. Others slowed down and pulled out their phones.

Keigos wings stiffened behind him, and his breath hitched in his throat. His hands froze midair as heat rushed his cheeks in embarrassment. A woman sat on the pavement below him, coffee stains ruining her barista uniform, and a pained expression etched on her face. Keigo quickly kneeled down and laid his hands on your shoulders.

"Hey, are you alright?" He gently asked. Your eyes opened and peered up at him. Your eyes glanced around at the people who had chosen to stop and record this embarrassing moment. Keigo noticed your discomfort and used his wings to shield you both from other view.

"Hey," He softly called once again. Your attention finally snapped to his gaze, and you shakily exhaled. "Are you alright?" You nervously gulped your nerves and nodded. "Y-yeah, I'm alright." You sent him a small smile and rubbed your eyes with your shoulder. "Are you?" You mumbled. Keigos' wings twitched behind him, and he glanced down to your reddened palms along with your stained clothes.

"Am I..?" He trailed off. Your hand reached up and traced the scratches on his hand where you wildly reached out to grab him before you fell. The scratches were bleeding, yet he hadn't noticed them until you pointed it out. "H-here," you mumbled as you reached into your bag. "My friend buys me bandaids all the time because I'm a bit.." You trailed off, embarrassed and flustered, as you pulled out a few bandaids. "Clumsy?" He finishes quietly.

You gulped and nodded as you began putting the small bandages on his hand. Keigo felt his shoulders tense, and his eyes narrowed in on your nimble fingers. He didn't know why he was so..guarded. No, he wasn't guarded, per se. He just didn't expect you to move so boldly with such a kind act towards someone like him. Sure, fans constantly hugged him and nagged him for pictures as he strolled down the street, but this was just different.

Genuine kindness, gentle movement, and nervous silence.

Soon enough, your hands retreated from his minor injuries and balled the trash up in your hands before looking back up to him. "I'm sorry for bumping into you, but I really need to go, first day on the job.." You nervously laughed and began standing up. Keigo unwrapped his wings from around you both and stood up with you. "Yeah, uh, I have to get going as well." He put on a charming smile as he cocked his head.

Keigo reciprocated your nod as you passed by him to enter the café. In a sudden act on impulse, Keigo stepped back and grabbed your arm. You looked back at him with surprise, and then a small smile tugged on your lips. "Yes?" You shyly asked.

Keigo cleared his throat (that had been so very dry) and dropped his grip on your arm. Instead, he offered his hand to you. "I'm Hawks, but you probably already know that." He smirked. You quirked your eyebrow and put your hand in his. He relished in the comparison between the softness of your skin and the callous of his. "I'm y/n. Why would I know who you are? Are you some big shot or something?" Your quiet voice teased him, obviously enjoying his increasingly reddening face.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "I-I mean..I'm, you know, the number two hero in Japan. I'm pretty popular?" His explanation turned more into a question the longer he talked, and you couldn't help but giggle. You flattened your uniform against yourself and gave him a teasing glance. "I'm not from around here, but it's been nice meeting you.. Hawks. Hopefully, we can see each other around some time soon." The last words you spoke before escaping to your first shift at your new job.

That was the day Takami Keigo met the love of his life. Along with earning the title of a regular at the small French café.

Tonight, in the moment, Keigo breathes in your presence. He couldn't help but get emotional. He knows you love him. He can feel your affection and love, no matter where or what time of the day. Keigos wings, despite being worn and tired thanks to the stress of the day, move to wrap around your warmth. He makes sure to wrap around you completely, his back facing the bedroom door as his strong arms keep you close.

Keigo curses under his breath when he feels himself grow hot under the sheets. He isn't too surprised. The love you pour onto him daily is enough to keep his libido high, no matter how physically drained he is. He doesn't bother waking you up. His baby bird needs her rest. He would feel such guilt if he stole your rest from you. A warm hand sneaks its way into your panties, cupping your sex and using the hold to pull your ass closer to his hips.

The movement causes you to stir slightly, but Keigo shushes you. "You're alright, baby bird." He softly reassured you. The calming voice soothed your mind, and you even leaned your head back, so now your head was tucked under his chin. Keigo smirked and kissed your head.

Krigo makes quick work to pull your panties down, along with his own boxers, before hesitating. He had done this many times before. He had your consent long before, but he didn't want to take his hand away from your warmth. Just cupping your pussy was enough. Was Keigo that desperate just for you? Yes, he was.

Keigo took his time. Keeping his hand cupping you while rutting his hips into your bare behind. Though eventually, Keigo found himself pushing his hard length into your warm cunt. He whined at the tight, warm, wet feel of you wrapped around him. It didn't matter if you were asleep. You ached for him just as much as he did for you.

[thrillofcontrol]

Billy Hargrove x Reader- Bumpy Ride.

Billy Hargrove x F!Reader.

Smut.

The one where neither of you can wait until you reach privacy.

word count: 3.1k

The bass of 'Super Freak' by Rick James played through the speakers of your boyfriends '1979 Chevrolet Camaro Z-28', as he drove through the dimly lit, fairly empty road ahead of you both. Billy was tapping his wheel to the beat of the song playing from the car, but it faded into background noise as you stared at his beauty. Taking in each feature of his face, with feelings of both adoration and lust.

His father had forced him to take his little sister to her friends house, and he was too tired to get into another meaningless argument with him, therefore he took Max to her friends home, other than not wanting to have another few bruises marking his skin, he also knew that you, his beautiful girlfriend, lived in a house that was on the way to the location he was heading, once he had gotten rid of Max, he'd have a peaceful moment with you all alone. Billy simply wanted you all to himself.

Billy was dressed in those tight blue jeans that fit him so well, even when he was sat on the car seat, you could picture how gorgeous his ass looked in the denim material. He was also in that burgundy button down that you absolutely adored, however only three buttons were done up, towards the bottom of the shirt exposing his toned stomach, the simply sight of him was getting y/n worked up, her eyes constantly glacing down towards Billys exposed body. He was also in a brown jacket however you didn't see much of that as the second Max had left the car, it was thrown into the back seat, allowing the girl to have an easier view of the lack of skin his top is covering.

One of his hands were placed on the wheel of his car, tapping away to the music, however you payed no attention to what that hand was doing as his other hand was unknowingly caressing your inner thigh, he does this everytime you are in his car, he pretends to not realise how your skin pricks up when his hands is inches away from your core, acts as though he doesn't notice when you flinch you legs ever so slightly together whilst he rubs the bare skin of your inner thigh ever so softly. Each time he smirks to himself, but it always goes unnoticed, he especially enjoys watching the pleasure on your face, which you do not realise is so evident, when he removes his hand to light a cigarette, the sight of your boyfriend inhaling the cancer inducing stick also fuels something inside of you, you find enjoyment in watching him do something so simple, so sexily, however you'd much prefer his hand teasing the in between on your legs.

You simply couldn't bring yourself to remove your eyes from your boyfriend, his hair slightly messier than usual, you could tell he had been constantly running his fingers through it stressfully before finally giving in to dropping his sister off- you smiled at the thought. His face looked so handsome, you always thought he was the most beautiful boy to exist however tonight just felt different to most nights. You cared a little differently about not being touched up by him, almost as though you craved him, needed nothing more than his hands on you.

He was still soley focused on the road ahead, alongside the cig placed between his fingers, you sighed to get some attention whilst slightly fidgeting in your seat to insinuate that you needed him, your sight and attention never leaving his figure. He side eyed you before focusing his attention back on to the road ahead, smiled deviously at your behaviour, "you're staring." You gently giggle at his statement, edging the seat, to be as close as physically possible to him, "You look so sexy when you drive Billy" you smile innocently, resting your head in your hands, your elbows leaning on the arm rest of the car, "just cant resist you" you press your lips together, before sitting back into your seat normally. "You're so cute" Billy chuckles, not even sparing you a glance, before throwing his cigarette out of the window and placing his hand back onto your thigh, squeezing it gently causing you to slightly flinch out of pure bliss.

Billy glanced over at you smirking at how pathetically touch deprived you looked, practically squirming in the seat beside him, he gave your thigh another gentle squeeze, resulting in your thighs pressing themselves together. Billy gave you no warning he was coming over, therefore you dressed yourself quickly, putting on a short skirt and a big top, under the skirt you were covered by an extremely thin pair of panties, so currently your core is even more sensitive to Billys sweet touch. He kept his hand in the position, as you clearly enjoyed that, however he was still trying to keep composure due to his current position of driving, begging he'd find an appropriate place to park up soon.

You confidently reached over and placed your hand on your boyfriends inner thigh, feeling him slightly tense up under your touch, you could see his face heat up as he muttered your name sternly, whilst trying his hardest not to lose all concentration of the road and enjoy your touch. "Y/n", he said this time a little louder, attempting to keep assertiveness in his voice, you simply hummed at the sound of your name being spoken, smiling devilishly as your eyes meet his, you feel him shift slightly as you lightly stroke his thigh. "Y/n, im driving", Billy slightly groaned, trying his best not to lean his head back whilst you please him.

"I know." you mutter, unbuttoning his tight jeans, eyes fully focused on his crotch, you feel him gently hoist himself up so you can pull them down, you giggle at the action before tugging at his jeans so theyre simply hanging at this ankles. You feel his hand once again caressing your inner thigh causing you to smile up at him, which resorts in him pressing a kiss against your head before focusing his eyes back on to the road, making you to hum in delight before continuing what you are doing. Your hands slowly tease his tip, making Billy flinch at the sudden touch of his slowly throbbing member. His focus on the road became more intense as he tried his hardest not to lose total control to your manipulation, groans leaving his lips as your fingers toyed more with the tip of his penis. He felt you spread your legs welcoming his hand further into your middle, making his hand grip onto the wheel, trying his hardest to regain full concentration.

Billys mouth dropped as he let out a low groan, his hand turning red as he tightened his grip further onto the wheel. He was so close to slamming his foot on the breaks and feeling pure bliss, you were driving him crazy, his cheeks were now turning red, as he drove along the road, looking around for anywhere to stop the car so he could destroy your dripping core.  He eventually reached his breaking point as he felt you lick the veins on the sides of his pulsing cock, he needed you right now, he couldn't take the teasing anymore, he quickly pulled over into an dark alleyway, knowing it was night time and his windows were slightly tinted, he was certain you wouldnt get caught. You pulled away from Billy as the car stopped, smiling at him with pure lust in your eyes, "you are the devil" he lowly chuckles, with pure sexual desire in his tone of voice before instantly pulling you intto the long awaited kiss you were desperate for, your tounges messily found eachother, whilst you both let out desperate moans. Billys hand wrapped around your throat, making you squeeze your thighs together in enjoyment at his sweet touch, you fidgeted slightly towards Billy so you could unbuckle your seat belt leaning more into the kiss, needing to be closer to him. Billy gently pulled away, making you extremely needy and moaning at the lack of touch, he placed a kiss on the corner of your lips before reaching eagerly for the lever on his seat causing the chair to fall back, keeping his eyes focused solely into yours, smirking suggestively for you to get on top of him.

"Fuck baby." Billy moaned out as you sat back, the windows of the car were already fogging up, as you took all of Billys member inside of you, grinding your soaked cunt up and down him as you moaned in pleasure at the feeling of Billys cock filling your insides. Billy watched in pleasure, with a smirk covering his face as you took his dick with ease, he couldn't resist the sight of your tits slightly bobbing in front of his face, he rather agressivley spanked your right breast, causing you to whimper before pressing his mouth onto your nipple, leaving marks across your breast. His marks of possession slowly lead up to your neck as he puts a hand in your hair, pulling you towards him as you hips are still working wonders, he messily digs his teeth into your neck in several spots, finding your sweet spot, leading you to buck your hips on top of him as he smirks into your neck before proceeding. He presses a small kiss against your mouth before sliding his hands back down to your ass, holding himself up so he can pound himself into you, making you shake in pleasure, moans loudly leaving your body and Billy slams every inch inside of you. Your walls clenched around him as his hips clap against your ass, causing you to bite your lip and hold you head back to hold in your orgasm. His hands gripped your ass hard as he held you in place, continuing to pound himself into you, as you grinded your cunt against his cock, whimpering as he reached all your best spots. 

You moaned out, gripping onto Billys shoulders as you rid out your high, Billy let out a groan as he takes your face into his hands and keeps his lips lingering on your forhead as you both came at the same time, moans from both of your lips echoing throughout the car. Billys pace slowed down as he got more breathless, sweat dripping down his forehead, you could feel his cock twitching inside of you as he let out low moans. To hush your moans he kissed you, as he filled you up completely, feeling his warm fluids flow through your cunt, you let out a soft moan at the feeling, you two are messily exploring eachothers mouths with your tounges as he drains himself inside of you, loud moans echoing around you both as you both finish fulfilling your pleasures.

Billy layed back on to his chair breathlessly, holding you in his arms whilst you press your head against his chest, his cock still twitching inside of you, you could hear his heart beating ever so quickly. You both peacefully layed in one anothers arms, the only thing breaking the silence being the sound of yours and Billys heavy breathing, as you regained composure. You slowly pulled yourself off of him, as he slightly moves up the reclined chair, you sat between his legs, you both watching his warm cum drip out of you, he sits up slowly his fingers reaching to touch your core, gathering up a mixture of both of your fluids and bringing his fingers to your lips. You slowly suck the substance off of his fingers, smiling at his as you do so and pressing your lips together. "You're so beautiful" he whispers before pressing a kiss against your lips softly, making you shyly smile before pulling up the chair recliner and settling yourself back onto his chest, making Billy engulf you in his arms once again, pressing a another sweet kiss onto your head. You both sat in a peaceful silence before Billy spoke up, "Me listening to my dick of an old man payed off for once" he laughed, making you look up into his eyes, smiling at his statement before resting your head back onto his chest. "I guess we should head back" you mutter quietly into his chest, not wanting to ruin the moment, however he leans his head back onto the cars head rest, his grip tightening around your waist as he closes his eyes shut before letting out a low, sad hum, "few more minutes".

[kana-daydreams]

𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 || 𝐋𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲

summary: you take Luffy’s hat hostage and use it as leverage to get him to look your way in hopes of rekindling what was once an unbreakable bond between childhood friends. genre: (attempted) angst w/ happy ending, gen wc: 3.4k

Crouching, barely camouflaged between lush tangerine trees, their citrusy and saccharine scent almost overwhelming your sense of smell, you peer down at the deck below you watching as every member of the straw hat pirates bustle about the Going Merry. 

“We’ve searched everywhere Luffy. Are you sure you checked every corner of the boys’ cabin?” You hear Nami let out an exasperated sigh and see her wipe a hand across at her brows.

Luffy, a few paces beside Nami, fixes a potted plant back into place, craning his neck to look over at her. His eyes fix her with a watery stare and his face is stained with tears; new ones threatening to emerge as he answers her with a weak nod.

“It’s probably overboard.” An audible yawn follows Zoro’s voice which cuts across from their right. 

His comment elicits a whimper from Luffy and a death glare from Nami, the former suddenly flopping to the ground, wailing a river of tears at the thought of his missing and beloved treasure.

“Idiot, look what you did!” Nami scolds and Zoro matches her frown with one of his own, the two commencing a wage of war through a bickering contest. 

You watch in slight amusement despite the seriousness of the situation as the rest of the crew attempts to calm down their navigator and swordsman, deciding that now was the perfect time to intervene.

 “I found it!” you hail them from atop Nami’s tangerine garden. 

All eyes direct themselves to you; all except one pair, and you earn somewhat of a look between  hesitance and relief from the straw hats as you begin to make your way towards them and towards the owner of the straw hat held firmly in your grasp.

Nami’s figure, however, stops you in your tracks before you could take another step closer to the hat’s owner.

“Thanks for finding Luffy’s hat.” A warm smile tugs at her lips though you notice it doesn’t seem to reach her eyes. “I’ll give it back to him.” She offers.

You look down at her outstretched hand which demands you give her the hat before raising your gaze to meet her brown eyes. “I’d like to give it to him myself if that’s alright.” You smile, a sweet and practised one like her own. 

You notice her hesitate at your words. “I…I don’t think that’s a—” A sudden weight on Nami’s shoulder, followed by Luffy’s voice, interrupts her. 

“It’s alright Nami.” 

Nami’s eyebrows draw together as she gives him a worried look. “Are you sure?”

Luffy removes his hand from her shoulder, returning it to his side as he nods slightly in response. 

Nami, although hesitant to leave you both in each other's company, returns a nod the same and leaves you two to your own, but not before sending a warning glance your way.

You watch as she retreats to a further corner of the ship; her along with the others keeping their attention fixed across at both you and Luffy and you wonder what warrants their audience—your marine uniform or something Luffy’s told them about you…Did he tell them about you?

Your attention draws back to Luffy who takes a while to meet your eyes and when he does, he plasters on a strained smile. “I’m glad you found my hat— thought I’d lost it for good.” 

At his words, you spare a glance down at the said object. You examine it— how battered and weathered it is, the red sash that rings around it just below the crown and the telltale signs that it’d been patched up a few times. 

I hate you! 

A frown ghosts over your expression and your grip around the hat tightens.

You loathe this hat.

It’s a feeling that has always lingered inside you since the day Luffy showed it to you with that wide toothy grin he always sported, saying he’d gotten it from a pirate.

You hate pirates. Always had and always will. 

Except for…

You return your gaze to look at the boy in front you, his mop of black curls becoming more dishevelled from the wind lashing against it. “You really treasure it, don’t you?” 

Luffy watches as your gloved hands fiddle around with his hat. “...I do.”

“Then I’ll return it.” You brandish the prized possession towards him and Luffy reaches a hand to retrieve his hat, but before his hands could make contact with it, you pull your own away.

Luffy’s face contorts in confusion at your action, though he doesn’t question it and instead takes a step forward, attempting to pry his hat out of your grasp; his movement urging you to take a step back.

Again, he takes a step forward.

You step back.

He matches it with another step of his own and so do you. 

“What are you doing?” His voice sounds annoyed as he pins you with a stern gaze.

You do not waver at the glare he sends your way and instead remain calm as you speak. “I’ll return the hat to you,” you start. “But only if you allow me to speak to you, Luffy…please.” You say, your tone pleading.

An indiscernible expression shadows Luffy's face at your words and a momentary silence settles between you both.

“Give me back my hat.” Luffy finally says.

You furrow your brows slightly, hurt that he’d refused your offer. What did you expect? You stole his hat— something he cherished with his life, which was now being used as a bartering tool.

“I won’t until you speak to me.” 

Stealing Luffy’s hat, you’re aware, was a low move and most likely a counterintuitive one, but left empty of an idea that could get him to acknowledge you, you opted to steal his hat as your last resort.

You scoff. How fate plays—forcing you to use the very thing that inflicted scars upon your relationship years ago to try and mend it. 

“I said give me back my hat.” Luffy takes a step towards you as your name grates against his teeth, a slight warning in his tone.

You steel yourself cradling the hat close to your chest. “No. I won’t until you stop acting like a five year old and speak to me!” 

Luffy’s lips curl into a frown, his brows pinching together in anger and frustration at your stubbornness and without warning, one of his hands darts out, shooting forward in your direction and towards the hat.

Fortunately, your quick reflexes allow you to get both you and the hat out of the way, though the action seems to anger Luffy further who persists in attempting to retrieve his hat, and thus a game of cat and mouse begins as his rubber hands begin to chase you around the ship.

It’s a game that continues for minutes—almost an hour— his hand twisting and turning, weaving and zipping their way through and under both narrow and wide spaces in every direction while you expertly evade his every attempt to grasp a hold of his hat as you dodge, skid, jump and even manage a backflip, almost tripping over your feet.

The rest of the straw hats remain silent spectators to the tom and jerry chase around the ship, though at one point during the chase, Zoro offers to intervene, but Luffy warns him against meddling with his fight.

“Just give it back to me!” Luffy bellows your name as you both are scrambling around on the deck.

 His elastic hands aim towards you and you duck, barely managing to dodge it as it crashes into the wooden wall behind you, splinters of wood pitching dangerously in all directions, and a shriek escapes both yours and Usopp’s lips who cries at Luffy to be more careful with his baby.

“If you want it back, you’re going to let me talk to you first!”

“I don’t wanna talk to you!” Luffy shoots his arm in your direction from beside the ship’s guardrail and this time you're unable to dodge it as they tangle themselves around you like a rope, rendering you unable to move.

You struggle in his tight grasp, though not tight enough to hurt you, as he reels you in closer to him.

Up close, you notice his face flushed and covered with beads of sweat, and watch as he reaches a hand to retrieve the hat that had fallen out of your grasp;  it being your only hope of reviving your friendship.

“Please Luffy…I just want you to hear me out.”

Luffy tenses at the crack of your voice and at the flood of memories that ambushes him, along with the familiar feelings of guilt and regret.

“Why should I, after you stole my hat?” He fixes the said item back on his head.

You avert your eyes and are slow to respond after the mention of your sin. “Because…we’re friends.” You eventually say.

Luffy’s eyes widen slightly at your words—at your lie. “Were friends.” He corrects and though his tone is cold as he speaks, there’s a tinge of  hurt as he forces himself to say the next few words. “Now you’re my enemy.” 

You feel your heart pinch in your chest and tears slowly brim at your eyes, reminded of the words that were spoken–you’d spoken–that brought your friendship to an end.

But couldn’t he see how desperate you were to fix that. How many times you’ve tried gaining his attention for the past couple of days you’ve been stuck on this damn ship because of him, sneaking on board after a fight between your ship and his. All because you wanted to correct the wrongs of the past and attempted day by day; relentless, every idea that sprung to mind, to rekindle that bond you once had— 

You bite down on your lip in a futile attempt to subdue any sobs that might escape.

But it seems you’re the only one who cares.

“You rubber jerk!” 

Luffy is taken aback by the tears that start streaming down your face and isn’t prepared for when you unexpectedly nail him in the head with your own. 

A grunt escapes you both when your heads knock together, sending a vibration rippling through your skulls and you feel Luffy’s arms untangle themselves from around you, the action causing you to slump to your knees.

You hardly hear the splash that follows and the worried voices of Luffy’s friends as you grip at your head which rings in pain, and only manage to come to your senses when Nami’s horrified voice screams at you, Luffy’s name, alerting you of his presence being no longer in front of you.

Later when the sun sets in, painting the ocean’s dark blue waters in its orange hue, you find yourself leaving Nami and Robin’s shared room in desperate need of some fresh air.

You’ve been cooped up inside their room the entire day after your fight with Luffy which ended with the taste of salt on your lips and your uniform soaking wet when you rescued him after he’d fallen overboard and into the sea.

“Luffy I–” your words were lost, interrupted when Luffy  hacked out a violent cough from beside you on the deck after you’d just fished him out from the sea.

You didn’t reckon that your headbutt would be strong enough to send him toppling over the guardrail and now both of you were drenched in salt water that pooled to the floor beneath you.

You waited for his coughing fits to cease before once again attempting to apologise. “Luffy I-I didn’t mean for all of this to happen— I was only trying to get your attention.” You admitted, not proud of the fact that you’d had to resort to stealing his hat to do so.

Luffy remained  silent at your apology and his lack of a response invited with it, a tense and uncomfortable silence. He didn’t even make an effort to spare a look in your direction.  

Instead, he raised himself off his back, reaching for his hat further beside him which too had been a victim of the sea, before putting it on his head.

It was all the hint you needed to know that he didn’t wish to speak to you and thus you pulled yourself to your feet, taking your leave. 

It’s been hours since neither of you’ve spoken to each other after your one-sided exchange, avoiding each other like a plague throughout the day.

You close the door to the lounge room behind you as you step outside, shivering slightly when a cold breeze attacks your skin; Nami’s clothes which she’d lent you after yours became drenched in water, not aiding much.

“Maybe I should have brought a jacket…” you murmur to yourself, rubbing your hands up and down your arms to warm yourself up as you start padding over to the guardrail near the figurehead of the ship.

As you approach, ahead of you, you notice a familiar figure seated atop it, seeming to be lost in thought.

Luffy is yet to notice your presence and before he could, you spin around on your heels, ready to head back in the opposite direction. 

However, you only manage to take a few steps forward when you hear him call out your name.

You ignore him, racing back in the direction of the lounge room, and although he continues to call your name, you still do not slow your steps; increasing your pace at the sound of his footsteps trailing after you.

Just as you’re about to take the first step up the staircase that leads to the lounge, you’re abruptly forced to a stop when a hand catches your wrist.

 “Wait, don’t go." Luffy’s voice pleads urgently from behind you. “I wanna talk.”

You remain silent for a beat as you crane your neck to look back at him in surprise. "W-What?" you ask, not certain if you'd heard him right.

"I wanna talk to you...please." Luffy says again.

“Really?” you ask, wondering why he’d had a sudden change of mind. 

Luffy answers you with a single nod, silently hoping that you would agree to his request.

“Uh…sure.”

There’s a faint smile on his lips at your response as he releases his grip on your hand before leading you both away in the opposite direction of the lounge.

A minute later, you’re both standing side by side; a few feet between you, near the railing closest to the figurehead.

Both of you are yet to speak a word to the other, the waves crashing against the ship and the howls of the wind, the only sounds which fills the silence that lingers between you.

It is soon broken when Luffy finally decides to speak.

“I’m sorry.” 

You turn your gaze away from the sea and over at him when you hear his voice that comes out barely above a whisper. 

 “For what?” Your brows knit together in confusion.

“For being a liar.” His eyes do not meet yours when he speaks.

Immediately the image of two children; a little boy with a mop of black hair and a little girl, the same age, makes its way to the forefront of your mind. Wide smiles grace their faces as they’re chasing each other around a lush open field of green, then clambering up a fruit tree; the boy’s hand reaching down to help the girl onto the branch he sits on before gathering the tree’s ripe fruits and eating their fill.

Later they’re settled next to each other on the pillow-soft grass, the girl’s eyes  pinned up at the sky watching the passing clouds and the boy snuggled up beside her, fast asleep while their pinky fingers remain entwined in a lifetime promise.

The wholesome image soon dies away when another appears in its stead, showing the same two children in the same field, but this time their bodies roll in the grass; their faces stained with dirt and bruises, and adorned with frowns as they tug and push at each.

“You’re not the one who should be apologising.” You return your attention back to the sea. “Becoming a marine was never your dream; it was mine.”

It was true. A younger and selfish you had forced Luffy into sharing a dream that was only truly ever yours, something you didn’t realise until you’d grown out of your childhood years and into your big girl pants.

When he’d come running to you one afternoon during your usual playdate session with a straw hat festooned with a single red sash attached to his head, announcing he’d gotten it from that red head pirate that’d come to town and followed it with the line that he was going to become the 'King of Pirates', you felt hurt—betrayed. 

His news to you had then escalated into a fight in which Luffy’s newly gifted hat got buried in the mud underneath your feet, him shouting that he hated you with a ruddy face, puffed with anger and with you declaring him your enemy, adding that if he did really become the King of pirates or even a pirate at all, you’d be the one to put him behind bars.

Your lips pull into a sad frown. “And I’m truly sorry that I took your hat...again.” You add with a whisper, recalling again when as a child, how you'd ripped the hat away from his grasp, how you’d tossed it in the mud— and how you’d trampled on it with your feet all while Luffy was screaming at the top of his voice for you to stop. 

Luffy looks over at you with a small smile. “It’s okay.” 

“No, it’s not!” You whip your head around, staring at him in disbelief. “I acted like an immature brat like I did that day, and because of it I lost you.” Your voice cracks. “ I…I don’t want to lose you again.”

Luffy notices you bite down on your lips and that your eyes begin to flood with unshed tears. 

The sight reminds him of back then when he’d told you he’d hated you and how a single tear had trickled its way down your face as you fought hard to stifle the rest.

“I missed our friendship Luffy…I missed you.”

Luffy felt his heart both ache and warm at your words.

He'd missed you to— Always had.

He'd thought about you everyday, since you'd left his town; the same day you no longer would be known as best friends. 

Losing you that day made him regret showing you the hat Shanks gave him and telling you his dream. Maybe he should have kept it a secret and if he did, maybe things would have been different—maybe your friendship would have lasted at least a little longer than it did. 

He’d thought that either that day would be the last he would see your face or that if he did see you again, you would be chasing after him from a marine warship. 

Apparently it was the latter. 

The initial feeling that bombarded him when he saw your face again was a heart-stopping surprise. But then a rush of other emotions accompanied it; guilt being the strongest, especially when the image of your crying face flickered to mind after he’d told you in a fit of rage how much he’d hated you.

Luffy points his gaze away from your own. “Back then when I said I hated you”—his hands ball into fists at the memory— “I didn’t mean it.”

You look at him with teary eyes. “R-Really?”

You can vividly recall that horrible moment when Luffy had uttered words you’d never imagined he would say to you, and which had brought tears to your eyes for weeks anytime you were to recall the memory.

Luffy looks at you, noticing your quivering lips and his starts doing the same. “Yeah, I do. I’m sor—” 

He’s barely finished with his response when you launch yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and engulfing him in a tight hug.

“I miss you so much, Luffy, I really do.” You sob violently into his shoulder.

Luffy stills for a moment at your unanticipated action but soon relaxes, his gaze softening down at you as you continue to unleash a happy stream of tears.

He then slowly and gently wraps his own arms around you, burying his face against your shoulder as he feels his eyes brim with tears, his lips pulling into their usual wide smile. 

“Missed you a lot, too.”

© 2024 kana-daydreams

[nahoney22]

Remember when Commander Cody returned Obi-Wan’s lightsaber? ❤️ How would the Bad Batch return Jedi!Reader’s saber? Either before or after being in a relationship? Or while they had feelings for eachother? 🤩

Lost Something?

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

All Bad Batch Boys X GN!Reader

Exactly what the requests asks 😚

Masterlist 🤍

warnings: none, fluff. Play fighting. One established relationship, the others not.

A/N this was cute, I hope I hit the brief

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Echo

Although relationships with clones as a Jedi was forbidden, you could not help but develop immense feelings for a certain Arc Trooper. With eyes so kind and a heart so pure, it was hard not to fall for him which is quite literally what just happened.

During a battle stimulation, you made the mistake of wanting to take out the canons from above when you managed to slip and despite your best efforts tumble from above. Luckily for you however, a certain somebody had been covering your back and had no problem standing below you and physically catching you before you could injur yourself.

“Knew I could always count on you, Trooper.” You grin, tone loud over all the blaster fire before you jump out his arms and get back into the action.

He’s watching you in astonishment but as he steps forward and his foot judges soemthing, he looks down to see your lightsaber. He can not let your Master see the error that you made.

When the training was over, barely with time to spare you’re looking round all the destroyed targets in the hopes to see that familiar metallic hilt.

“Kriff, where is it?” You groan, knowing your Master will kill you for losing soemthing so valuable.

“General.” A voice breaks your thoughts and you see Echo stride towards you, removing his helmet and holding it by his hip.

You try to stop the feeling of blood rushing to your cheeks as his eyes gaze into your own bit it was seemingly impossible at this rate. “Hello Echo. Everything alright?”

He smirks a little before presenting you with your briefly lost weapon and you sigh in relief. “Thought you may have lost something.” He teased, handing it over and watching you attach it to your holster.

“You’re a life saver, Master would not be impressed if I lost this.” You shake your head at your own careless behaviour but nonetheless relieved that it was back in your arms. “Say, are you going to 79’s tonight?”

The question throws him a little and he’s suddenly unsure if it was a plan he already had in mind but shook his head anyway. “I’m not sure, why?”

Your hands are now kept behind your back, hiding your twiddling thumbs. “Oh I was just wondering. Thought I’d pop down to see how my boys are doing. Sometimes just mediating in my room can be a little dull.” You’re rambling a little and flirting certainly was not your forte. You just hope he got the hint that you wouldn’t mind seeing a certain someone there.

He chuckles and shifts his position only slightly, a little warm under his collar all of the sudden. “I-I’m sure I can make time to come down. It would be a pleasure to see you there General.” He beams, warmth heating his cheeks.

Before you could even process what you were saying, the words ‘it’s a date’ leaves your lips which has you scuttling away quickly but still, you knew he’d come.

Hunter

Dating Hunter was a dream. Although it could only happen when the Republic fell, you somewhat found it bitter sweet that it took all that to you and Hunter to finally admit your feelings.

“What’s on your mind?”

Lazing in the cockpit, Hunter could sense something was bothering you once you walked in and took a seat. Sweat was glistening to your skin and heart beating so fast it nearly burst his eardrums.

Shoulders slumped, you tilt your head back but look in his direction. “I can’t find my sabre.”

His eyes widened a little, knowing how important that weapon was to you. You had never misplaced it and the last time he saw you use it was two rotations ago on a mission which was quite a heavy one. “Have you searched everywhere? Under the bunks? Refresher? … Under Omega’s pillow?”

You let out a short chuckle at the last suggestion, knowing it wouldn’t be the first time Omega had took a keen interest in the lightsaber. “Yeah, I checked everywhere. I just don’t understand how I could’ve lost it. I know I didn’t lose it when we did that mission.” You sigh, leaning forward now with your arms slumped over your knees. “Unless it fell off my holster but I doubt it.”

Hunter senses your worry, getting the feeling that you would think yourself useless without your gear which has never been the case. He stands and moves to kneel on the floor in front of you, hands resting on your thighs. “Use the Force mesh’la, it has helped you before to find things now try again.”

You give him a wry smile. “Hunter, last time I did that was to find you and the others.”

“And it worked didn’t it?” He pointed out, working a smile. “Come on.”

You watch him close his eyes and you subtly roll your own but if it makes him feel better… you rest your forehead to his, eyes falling closed and let the Force speak to you.

There’s a moment of sweet silence until you let out a loud gasp, eyes shooting wide open and you stand abruptly almost knocking Hunter onto his rear. “I know where it is!”

The Clone chuckles, happy that his plan worked and stands up too, watching you run to the back of the ship and returning only moments later with of course - your sabre. “And where was that?” He folds his arms, raising an amused brow.

Sheepishly, you twirl it around in your hands and give a shy grin. “I may have put it in one of the cargo boxes by mistake.”

He steps to you and leans in, kissing your forehead which soon leads down to your cheek and then your lips. “My silly cyare.”

Wrecker

“Lost something little one?”

The voice of Wrecker made you turn instantly, seeing a mischievous glance on his face but little did he know that you knew exactly what he was referring to.

“Hand it over big boy.” You tease, turning fully to face him in the open field the two of you decided to go for a walk in.

A blush rises in his cheeks at the nickname, helplessly smitten by both your personality and looks. But, he simply can’t help but be a little naughty around you. And now he can since the others weren’t about to tease you both about your constant flirting. One of these days maybe one of you two will step up and admit this lingering-in-the-air feelings.

“If ya want it,” he gets into a position that you know you’re going to have run after him so you too prepare yourself, “come and get it!”

He runs, fast. But you’re a lot faster. In only a matter of seconds you’ve caught up to him, jumping onto his back and swiping your arms around his front to grab your sabre that was now in his long and outstretched hands. “Ha! Nice try!”

You grunt as you struggle to get it and although you could easily use the Force, why not have a little fun while you’re at it?

A shriek escapes you as a strong hand grasps at your leg and physically yanks you away from his back as he holds you outwards. Kriff, his strength was not a joke. But, you were determined and swung from left to right, starting with a stray, before you are able to grab his shoulder and pluck your leg free as you clambered up the front of him.

He’s taken aback, stilling as your legs wrap around his waist as he climbed him like the mountain of muscle he was. “Now hand it over.”

Never had Wrecker felt both so intimated yet happy at the same time. You were literally in his arms, something he had dreamed about forever (or the six months he has known you) and your lips so close to his face seemed very inviting.

He’s distracted, clearly a little flustered to put up a fight and since you had swiped the sabre from his grasp in a blink of an eye, he did not even budge. Had you broken him?

“Wrecker, honey?” You prompt him, tapping his scarred cheek lightly with the hilt to your weapon.

“Marry me.”

“What?!”

“Uh-.”

Tech

Blaster fire shot over your head, you’re ducking and weaving through trees as an ambush of raiders try to stop you and your team from infiltrating an enemy base when you lose your lightsaber.

The second it leaves your holster you’re well aware yet your odds were slim in retrieving it. That was until Tech, you’re smart and courageous friend had turned back and ran straight to retrieve.

“Tech! Leave it!” You skid to a halt, shouting over the blaster fire towards your teammate who had ducked and weaves through everything that got in his way until your sabre is swiped up into his grasp.

“Weapon located. I’m on my way back.” He speaks over the comm and you’re wide-eyed in complete horror yet surprise that he would do something so foolish yet kind for you.

Once both of you are out of harms way, catching your breath backs once yoh mount the Marauder Tech walks to you, hand extended with your beloved sabre.

“Tech.” You said his name breathlessly, shaking your head at him. “Why would you do that? You could’ve gotten yourself killed.”

“Yes my survival rate was slim yet I am aware of how important it is for a Jedi to have a weapon.”

All you could do is blink at him, slowly taking the lightsaber from his grasp and placing it down beside you. “Sure, it means a lot but your life means a lot more to me.” You speak softly, watching the tips of his ears turn a small shade of pink at your admission.

“I am just an expendable being”

“And this is just a piece of metal.” You interject, making him realise that his first comment was silly. “Like I said, you mean more to me than this. But I thank you.” Standing, you crossed the threshold and lean towards him until your lips press against his cheek. His breath staggers and his knees almost give way at the surprising gesture.

When you pull back and gauge his reaction, you felt a little bashful yourself. Nobody had ever looked at you the way he did with you. “Don’t do something like that again, okay?” Your voice was barley a whisper and for a second, you thought Tech had leaned in to kiss you back but his eyes swiftly closed, he cleared his throat, and nodded.

“Agreed.”

Crosshair

As you and Clone Force 99 walk towards Generals Windu and Kenobi, as well as your Master, your stomach was in your mouth.

You searching your mind, reeling back all the events of the mission that you just completed and tried to place where you had put your lightsaber. Or worse, lost.

You had scoured the whole ship, searching every crook and nanny and honestly, you were to proud to ask the others if they had seen it. And after receiving a few odd looks and questions, you gave up your search.

“General, I trust the mission went to plan?” Mace speaks up once he stops a few steps ahead of you.

“Yes, the separatist base has been breached and secured. I doubt we will see much of them around this area anymore.” You nod with a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

Your Master looks to you, raising a subtle brow. “Are you well? You seem distant in your thoughts?” Despite you being a Jedi Knight now, your Master was well adverse in sensing your troubles which you had tried so hard to keep at bay. But, there was no chance you were going to tell them you lost your weapon.

“Do I? Weird. No, I’m fine. Thanks for your concern.” You reply as casually as you can and allowed the others to converse amongst each other as you stand to the side and prepare to say your farewells.

You had worked with Clone Force 99 four times now and each time you thoroughly enjoyed it. They’re chaotic, different but funny in there own way. But as you look to them, you frown to see one in particular is missing. Where’s Crosshair?

As if reading your thoughts, Hunter comes over. “Crosshair said he would catch up, wanted to stay on the ship for a moment.” His words made you frown.

“Did he say why?” The Clone shakes his head in reply. You knew of his senses, but did he sense your nerves? The way your heart dropped a little in disappointment to not see your Snarky Sniper? Admittedly it took a while for him to warm up to you, both as stubborn as the other but you grew fond of his presence as he did yours. Now you feared you wouldn’t see him again for a long while.

As you’re nearing your goodbyes, you stand beside Kenobi and look to the majority of the Clones as your Master commends them for their help and how medals will be coming their way.

But in the corner of your eye, a tall, slime and grey haired figure comes into view and stands beside Wrecker as if he was always there. You stay silent, not wanting to interrupt their praises when your eyes locked. There was subtle movement by his hands and you look down towards them and your heart swells to see him waving your unignited lightsaber. Eyes wide, you look at his face to see him smirk and every so carefully mouthed, ‘lost something?’.

Mouthing him back a small thanks, you waited until your fellow Jedi made their leave before taking a step towards them and more importantly to Crosshair. “I don’t know how to thank you… where was it?”

“Doesn’t matter. You have it now.” He hands it over once his brothers walk away.

“Did you know I lost it?”

He nods, folding his arms over his body. “Knew something wasn’t right when you were turning out ship upside down and inside out. Gathered you must’ve lost something awfully important.” He says pointedly, a little smug at his act of heroism.

You hum in amusement and made sure it was securely locked onto your belt. “Well, thank you again Crosshair. You’re a fine solider and man.”

For a second he shifts, not so used to being complimented on him as a person and not a solider but nods in appreciation. “I trust we may be serving alongside another again?”

“I hope so. May the force be with you, Crosshair.”

Never had so few words meant so much to him in those moments. His heart that was usually empty felt full and pride was shooting through his veins and a blush crept up his next.

“And with you, my General.”

He wanted more than anything to fight by your side once more.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

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[ohtobeleah]

#PL1 with Hangman. From the Angst list possibly after an accident of some sort? 19 - “Please don’t leave.”

Warnings: Car accident! Jake Seresin x F!reader. Death of reader insert. Sad boi hour.

Haunted // Jake Seresin

“He still up there?” Rooster asked as he got out of the Bronco, removing his aviators as he strolled over to where Phoenix had been perched up against her own car. She’d called Rooster not too long ago, worried about Jake.

“Yeah–” Phoenix replied solemnly, never once taking her eyes off where Jake sat by your grave. “He just sits there, all day. Doesn't say anything, doesn't cry, doesn't sleep or eat or–” Before Phoenix could finish her sentence, Bradley interrupted, giving her the answer to all her questions in two simple but heavy words. 

“He's grieving–” Bradley and Phoenix stood by the cars they parked in the curbside spots of the carpark at the bottom of the Lakeview memorial cemetery. From the carpark they could see Jake clear as day, sitting by the fresh tombstone that had just been put in after a few months on backorder. Jake needed it to be perfect, he spared no expense in making sure it was exactly the way you would have wanted it. Not that you ever really specified what you wanted in a tombstone, but Jake knew. He knew you wouldn't have wanted anything extravagant or in your face. He knew you wouldn't want some sappy quote that wasn't what best reflected you while you were living. No.

Jake knew you would want something simple and elegant. So that's what you got. As he sat by your grave picking at the blade of grass that looked too long, absentmindedly twirling his wedding band around on his left ring finger, Jake thought about how it should have been him. It should have been him driving that night, not you. But it was you and Jake didn't understand why it had to be you. He didn't understand why he had to live the rest of his life with you not by his side. 

“He needs help, Rooster–more than we can give him.” Phoenix sighed as she crossed her arms over her chest, she'd been on Hangman watch for the better half of the day. “I really think he needs to talk to someone, a grief counselor or someone.” Deep down Bradley agreed, but he knew talking to a counselor was the last thing he wanted to do when his mother died. 

“He passed his psych eval before returning to work.” Rooster replied as he watched Jake stand from his spot next to your grave, picking up the wilted flowers he’d replaced with new ones as he did so. “He lost his wife Nix, you don't just bounce back from that.” Rooster placed his hand into the front pockets of his jeans, shrugging as he did so with a prolonged exhale. “I don't think you bounce back from that ever, you just learn to exist.” Bradley paused for a moment, he wasn't sure if he should say what he wanted to next. “Pretty sure that's what my mum did.” 

Jake was exhausted. Emotionally, physically, hell even spiritually. He was burnt out and running on empty. As he looked down at your name carved into the stone, Y/n Seresin, he swore he heard your laugh in the wind that blew around him. His mother would say it was but Jake didn't believe any God could be so cruel to take you away from him. He needed you, why the fuck did they take you away from him. 

“Happy Birthday beautiful, I gotta go, but I'll uh–I'll be back soon.” Jake sighed as he tapped the top of your tombstone with his knuckles, something he always did whenever he came to see you and always did just as he was leaving. “I love you.” He missed hearing a response to that, he’d give anything just to hear he was loved by you one final time. 

“He’s coming.” Phoenix pushed off her car. “You wanna take him or should I?” She asked as she turned to Rooster, taking her eyes off Jake for two seconds. But that was enough time for his grief to overcome his exhausted body. With each step Jake took away from you he grew weaker and weaker. Jake fell to his knees as he lost view of the world around him, Rooster didn't say a single word as he pushed off Phoenix’s car and booked it over to his best friend. 

“Hey man, you good?” Rooster cried out as he jogged up the small incline towards where Jake kneeled on the ground, noticing how Jake had never looked more broken. “Fuck” Bradley sighed to himself as he made his way over. Knowing that the events of the day Jake lost you would be playing through his mind on a loop ever since you left so unexpectedly. 

Six months earlier ~ The Hard Deck, October 31st. 

“Okay Mr Salt—“ You beamed as you rubbed your husbands back gently in small circular motions. “Let’s get you home yeah?” You had been celebrating at the Hard Deck, Halloween was and always had been one of your favorite times of the year. September 1st always brought about the decorations you meticulously decorated the house in each and every year. September 1st to October 31st saw the Seresin household dressed to the nines with fall themed decorations and filled with pumpkins spiced scented candles. Did Jake like halloween as much as you did? No–but he went along with it every year just to see you smile. He loved you too much to stop you from fishing out the old, nearly decrepit decoration box that had ‘Seasonal House Attire’ scribbled on one of the flaps out from the attic. 

He did make it a note to remind you how much of a dork you were though. But to Jake Seresin, calling his wife a huge Dork was just another loving term of endearment. 

“Yeah—“ Jake grinned through a small hiccup. “Yeah let’s get me home, lead the way Mrs Pepper.” You and Jake had gone dressed as Salt & Pepper shakers to the annual Hard Deck costume party. “I'll drive.” 

“Oh, no!” You chucked as Jake slung his arm around your shoulders. “You are in no condition to drive–” The original plan had been one or two drinks each, you'd have a big meal, water between drinks and you'd both be able to scissors paper rock to see who ended up driving home. But as the night progressed—Jake had fallen down the rabbit hole of drink for drink and shot for shot with none other than Bradley Bradshaw. “I’ll drive, here—give me the keys.”

Without so much as a second of hesitation, Jake handed you the keys after he’d fished them out from his back pocket. In Jake’s mind that moment plays out in slow motion, a decision that sealed your very fate. When Jake altered the course of what should have been his untimely demise by drinking a little more than he should have, he unknowingly unleashed death’s fatal trajectory on you, his loving and beautiful wife. 

When Jake thought back to this moment? He swears he dangles his keys above your open and awaiting hand for at least five agonising seconds. Then, the very moment that confirmed your destiny strikes.

Jake dropped the set of car keys into your palm. 

“Thank you.” You cooed, reaching up to place a quick peck against your husband’s cheek. “Looks like you get to be the passenger problem once again.” 

“Ah, I prefer passenger princess, thank you—“ Jake snickered as you walked over towards the front doors of the Hard Deck. “Good night everyone!” Jake turned momentarily. “We’re heading off—“

“Seeya guys!” Fanboy replied first as he waved in his Larry the Lobster costume. 

“Oh but the night is still so young?” Rooster sighed as he realised he was losing his drinking buddy. “Y/n, come on just one more round?” Bradley didn’t know it at the time but this would be the last time he ever saw you alive. None of the Daggers, Jake's friends, his found family and colleagues knew it. None of them knew that your doomsday clock had run out. 

“We’ve got a flight booked for Texas tomorrow, gotta be up early, Rooster.” You explained although he already knew. “We gotta get going.” 

“Alright alright—“ Rooster groaned childishly, understanding that he’d just have to go with the flow. “Go on, get outta here.” 

“I’ll text the group just before we take off!” Jake added as he walked with you outside into the chill of the fall night. Not knowing that in just a few short minutes his entire life would be turned upside down. 

***~***~***~***~***~

“Okay okay but what if it’s not you?” Jake sighed and his fingers intertwined with yours over the centre console. “Like it could very well be me?” 

“Uh, with your genetics my dear I find that incredibly hard to believe.” You and Jake had been trying to start a family for a while now. Nothing seemed to be working, all the tracking, all the phases, all the old wives tail tricks and tips you’d both been abiding by god's law. None of it seemed to be working. “When we get back from your mum's place we should probably see a fertility specialist, just to be sure we’re doing everything we can.” 

“Yeah—Alright.” Jake turned to look at you as he smiled softly and brought the palm of your hand up to his lips. “You’re always full of good ideas aren’t you.” 

“Maybe we should have gone as brains and brawn instead of salt and pepper?” You chuckled softly as you turned your attention back to the road, you’d only briefly turned your head away from the road ahead for a few seconds to look at Jake. 

“Babe!” Jake gasped as he let go of your hand, allowing you to grip the steering wheel with both hands. “Deer! Fuck!” Jake shouted as you over-corrected to miss the deer that had run across the road in the dead of night—it must have been spooked by your headlights. 

“Jake!” You screamed as you spun out, you tried to fix your mistake by slamming your foot on the break but if anything that just made the situation worse. “Oh my god oh my god!!” You could hear the sound of your tires screeching before the car left the opposite side of the road you were meant to be on and began to roll down the embankment beside the road. Not once, not twice, not three times—the car you and your husband had been travelling home in had rolled four separate times. Glass shattered under the pressure as aluminium twisted and crumbled in something that mimicked a paper ball. Until eventually everything went quiet as you landed upside down. 

Unconscious and bleeding. Your knees had been shoved up under the steering wheel column—slicing down to the bone. The seatbelt that had meant to protect you crushed your ribs and punctured a lung. The airbag that had deployed to stop you from hitting your face against the steering wheel had broken your nose and jaw on impact. Everything hurt, everything—

“Jake—I—“

Until it didn’t. 

“I’m here.” Jake was lucky or unlucky enough to remain conscious the entire accident until the car came to a halt upside down. “We’re okay—“ Battered, bloodied and bruised Jake gasped as he tried to make sense of what the fuck had just happened. 

“Baby?” Jake called out softly, Turning his head to see that you just hung there, limp and bleeding in a mess of the deployed airbag. “Baby you with me?” Again, you didn’t respond and Jake could feel himself panicking. “Oh god please don’t leave me—“ He begged. “Don’t take her away from me!” He cried out as he struggled to unclip his seatbelt. Falling to the roof of the car that was now the floor in a heap as he hissed and groaned from the glass that tore shreds into his arms face. “Fuck—Y/n, I’m here I’m here baby you’re okay aren’t you honey?” Again Jake was met with no response as he felt tears streaming down his cheeks. “Oh god, oh god this is NOT happening.” In an attempt to free you, Jake tried to reach up and unclip your seatbelt. 

But it didn’t budge—not in the slightest bit. 

“Oh god baby come on, you’re alright? Wake up for me honey come on? COME ON!?” But you just weren’t answering. You weren’t breathing. Jake tried to guide the hair out of the bloodstream that dripped down your forehead to your cheek but the gravity of being trapped upside down just made it fall straight back. “I love you so much, please don’t leave.” 

“Baby, there’s help coming—“ Jake begged you to stay, he begged you not to leave him, he tried his best to get out of that damn car but you were stuck in there good. So Jake just waited. He waited and waited and held your hand as he sobered up and remembered he was the one who gave you the keys, knowing that if he had been driving it would have been him. “You gotta hang in there just a little longer so the medics can get you out.” 

But you were already gone. 

“Jake!” Bradley shouted as he raced down the embankment he’d gotten a taxi with Bob and begged the guy to pull over as they went past red and blue flashing lights in what felt like snow motion—noticing the sandy blonde aviators crumbled car down in the ditch. “Jake! Oh my god are you alright?” Bradley couldn’t believe his eyes when he crouched down to look in the car that still remained upside down. The medics hadn’t even finished grabbing their gear from the ambulance yet, that’s just how fast Rooster had run. 

“I’m good, I’m fine—it’s Y/n, she’s trapped man, I can't get her out.” Jake shook his head as he sniffled hard, still holding your hand. 

Bradley knew just by the first glance that you were gone. There was not a more sobering sight. 

“Okay, okay we’re gonna get her outta there.” He placed a hand on Jake’s shoulder. “Gotta get you out first though.”

“I’m not leaving my wife in this car Bradshaw—“ Jake hissed. “I can’t.” 

“I really don’t think the medics are gonna give you a choice.” 

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“I miss her so much—“ Jake cried out as Bradley made it over to where Jake kneeled on the grass. “So much Rooster.” 

“I know you do.” Bradley still to this day had no words that could bring Jake comfort or bring you back, but he was there for his best friend no matter what. “I got you man, I got you.”

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Leah’s 4K Celebration 🎊

[birdsaretoddlers]

okay everyone promised to be niceys about it so here's a snippet of the first chapter of the neo-noir whatever the fuck i'm writing. everyone be nice or else i'll explode into a puddle of tears ok?

Red Vixen Returns! After what appears to have been a two year hiatus, famed cat burglar ‘Red Vixen’ has struck again, this time taking a stab at Overeasy Industries! Newest reports claim that the Phosphoril Rose was stolen last night out of its exhibit at the Museum of Earth Sciences. The CEO of Overeasy Industries has promised that any credible claim to it’s whereabouts that lead to the recovery of the artifact will be rewarded handsomely-

“Turn that off, would you, Vette?”

The television cycled off the news and on to a different news station, then more news, and finally, a gossip tabloid that, again, was covering the news. With a disgruntled hawk in her throat, the bartender tossed the remote onto the countertop, unable to escape chippy newscasters with dead eyes and fake cheer. “If you can find any channel not showin’ that, you’re welcome to it.”

The remote slid, spinning, over the scarred, heavily-lacquered wood. The man at the bar stopped it with the hand not currently holding his glass, tapped the channel buttons a time or two, and eventually settled on golf. The tournament lasted for all of fifteen seconds before the breaking news bled overtop of it, too. He finally turned the whole system off instead.

“Don’t know what you were expecting, Mars. It’s Overeasy. They’ve bought every station we get out here.”

“Mm,” said Mars. “Can’t hurt to try.”

“Awfully hopeful, coming out of you. Careful, someone might just try to steal that off ya.”

Knocking back the remnants of his drink, he set his empty glass an inch over the invisible line that begged for a refill. “Welcome to it. Not sure who I lifted it from myself.”

Vette smirked and pulled a pair of dirty bottles from the rack behind her, grey hair tied out of her face with a black leather cord. “Probably the Valentines, if I had to guess. Julio’s always got some to spare.”

“Julio’s full of spare parts. His brother and his sister in law aren’t much better.” Mars waited patiently as Vette offloaded old stock into his cup, then took it back with two fingers. “Dunno why you let your boy run around with ‘em. Gang types, through and through.”

Vette shrugged her shoulders and replaced the liquors to the shelf, sending up a puff of dust as she did. “Who cares where they came from? Keeps Tommy out from underfoot. Better he go knocking over trash cans with them three than the neighborhood boys. At least the Valentines know how to handle a weapon.”

Mars gave his head an acquiescing little tilt. “Just thought you’d stay away from cats that reek of a family, that’s all.”

Vette leaned over the bar with one arm, gesturing at the establishment, as much as it could be called that, with the other. “Hey, here at the Dog, everyone’s family as long as they leave their guns at the door. Doesn’t matter who killed who, what corp fucked over the next, anyone that wants a drink or somethin’ to eat can get it as long as they have the money to pay and don’t spill bad blood within two feet of the doorstep.”

That was true. This dive was the only place that was truly neutral in the entire town. The bartender looked and acted like she’d shoot you, along with her husband and the entire waitstaff, so nobody dared cause any trouble within the doors of the Sighthound. Otherwise called ‘the Dog’, by anyone who had been here more than once. The walls, floors, even the tables were stained with the arguments of generations of enemies who had come together to dine as strained equals, along with a hefty dose of grime. Smoke hung low in the air, mixing with the rank scent of desperation. The opened front door only did so much to clear it out, but hey, if having health insurance was mandatory by law, why not make good use of it?

Mars removed his hat to fan it under his nose anyway. He couldn’t smell the ethanol of his drink through this haze. Vette rolled her eyes, made a comment about his failing constitution, and wandered off without waiting for him to bite out a retort. “Sure, sure. Have to be the one born this minute to start anything here. You’d have ‘em sharing a scientific classification with a colander in a second.”

“Damn right.” Vette turned the television on again, though Mars hadn’t seen her swipe the remote out from under his sleeve. The news bulletin had faded, golf proceeded apace. She pulled a face and started looking for anything else. Mars sipped his highball and did not pull one, though tequila rose was not a proper ingredient no matter what old swill Vette was trying to cycle through the inventory tab. “That’s why we say two feet away from the door. Gives us enough time to close it before we start gettin’ stains on the hardwood.”

With a subtle glance behind him, Mars studied the floors. It was hard to tell there was wood under the inch of grit and mud, but he’d take her word for it. They were almost alone here. The ‘enforcers’ that were the Valentines were playing babysitter, the owner of the bar was up in his office, and who drank at two o’clock on a Tuesday?

Other than him, of course. And the guy that just walked in the door.

Vette looked up, blue eyes a-blinking. “Oh, that’s gotta be the lunch order. Hold that thought, Capone.”

[sparklz02]

A Smile For The World To See

Anon: I would like to request a Freminet x clown!reader about how they would interact as well how busy they are.

A/n: I’ve never paid that much attention to Freminet but I’m 100% willing to try something new! Thank you for this request and I’ll forever treasure it (heck might even frame it and hang it on my wall) since it is my very 1st request! Many hugs and well wishes to you fellow reader 💛I hope I met your expectations with this one.

Tags: platonic, fluff, pure friendship

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『Location: Court of Fontaine』

Freminet was always a quiet, reserved young boy. Being raised in the House of the Hearth did shape its children into being strong and independent people; his calm persona helped him approach other children much more easily and had a hand at comforting them when needed, though he would always say that Lyney was much better at handling the comforting.

After the prophecy had passed, the House had been busy repairing the damages left behind after the flood and the children went out to help others in need despite their busy schedule.

After a draining task, Freminet decided it would be best to walk around the court of Fontaine; it’s not everyday he stumbles upon a small grace period so he took it to calm his mind.

“An adorable balloon penguin for an equally adorable boy~.”

He was forced to a stop when someone handed him a blue balloon penguin, it had a striking resemblance to pers. He raises his head to meet e/c eyes and a bright smile plastered on a girl's face.

Freminet was stunned, he had been handed gifts on multiple occasions but it was always within the children of the Hearth, never someone outside of that circle. He was unsure how to respond to this unexpected gesture and was trying so hard to make a decision.

The girl reaches out to grab his hand and pushes the balloon forward, motioning for him to take it. She then proceeds to place her hands next to her face and point specifically to her lips and she smiles brightly. “A smile suits you better! If things get hard, or you’re afraid of the unknown, you should face it head on with a smile!”

She quickly bids him farewell and Freminet can only watch as she slowly leaves his sight. Once he realized he never spoke or even thanked her left him feeling guilty. “I never even got to say thank you…”

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『Location: Court of Fontaine』

The next time he found her was during a performance with a troupe. It must be that the archons were in his favor, or maybe it was pure coincidence that he had time to spare to sit and watch a few performances.

Freminet was curious. He was always there to help Lyney and Lynette with their practice performances before the big day and would often share his input.

He thought it would be a good idea to watch the performance and thank you for the other day. That was his only goal but…

“The ocean is so cool! I hear you’re an amazing diver, right? How does it feel being submerged under water?”

Fremantle underestimated her social skills and after the performance, she quickly removed all makeup and wore a comfortable attire then proceeded to drag him outside the walls of Fontaine to walk around the shoreline.

He wasn’t sure how to contribute to the conversation and only opted to nodding shyly and clutching onto pers tightly.

The young girl suddenly crouches down and begins to play with the sand. She grabs a handful and offers to Freminet, “Let’s build a sand castle?”

He reluctantly crouched down with her and places pers down next to him. She beams in joy and the two begin to build a funky looking castle.

After some time passed, the castle was clearly poorly done. The walls kept crumbling, the bridge was nonexistent, and the towers decided to collapse and refused to cooperate. Fun times, however, Freminet had a frown after the failed attempt.

The girl pokes his forehead and smiles, “It’s ok! Practice makes perfect after all! We can try again another time when we aren’t busy.”

He looks down and ponders over her words. That’s when he remembered the reason for staying back to watch her performance. “Thank you for the other day…” he says quietly.

“Hmm? What was that?”

He jumps in surprise and opens his mouth but promptly shuts it. He was hesitant to voice his feelings and would always beat around the bush. But for some reason, he just had to tell her about how he felt about that penguin balloon; he appreciated her efforts and wanted to praise her for it…

“I said…,” he starts in a weak tone. He grabs pers and slowly hides his face behind the mechanical penguin. “T-thank you…for the other day…”

“Oh!” She clasped her hands together after realizing what he was talking about. “Don’t mention it! And if you ever need a new balloon penguin let me know, I’m happy to make plenty!”

Freminet lowers pers slowly and peeks from behind. He nods and adds, “Your craftsmanship is…amazing. Lyney has been pestering me to let him…borrow it to ‘study’ it…and improve his own skills…”

“Really!? The Lyney thinks my balloon penguin rivals his own skills! That’s such an honor!”

Freminet cracks a small smile which didn’t go unnoticed by the girl. “You smiled…”

“Excuse me…?”

She grabs his hands together in joy. “You just smiled! Your smile is so pretty!”

He was taken by surprise by the sudden contact and burst of energy. Flustered by her joy and attention being blasted towards him, he attempts to let go but couldn’t so he proceeds to look away, refusing to meet her energetic gaze.

Realizing that maybe she was making him uncomfortable, she lets go and apologizes profusely. “I’m so, so, so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable! It’s just that I never really saw you smile and I made it my mission to make you smile and hopefully even befriend you so—” she stops briefly then cracks an awkward smile. “And now I’m rambling…oops…”

“Oh my goodness, I never even introduced myself. How unruly can I get archons…!” She sighs at her mistake. She then exhales and extends her right hand with a smile, “My name is Y/n! My mission is to make everyone smile because the world deserves to be full of smiles.”

Freminet only stares at her extended arm. She became nervous because he wasn’t doing or saying anything and he didn’t mean to make her feel that way. He quite literally broke and is unable to find a solution to move forward.

Y/n then added nervously. “If…if you don’t want to be friends then that’s totally fine! I’m sorry if I ever offended you or made you uncomfortable, I’ll even remove myself from the face of Teyvat if that’s what you wish—”

And finally, it happened. He greeted her hand with pers very very tiny mechanical fin and gave it a gentle shake. “It’s…nice to meet you Y/n. This,” he gestures towards pers. “Is pers…and I, as you probably know, am Freminet…”

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“Would you like to be friends?”

[The End 🐧]

[miracles-and-butterflies]

Saving a miracle is a lot and comes at a hefty price. Good thing nobody warned Mirabel ahead of time, wouldn’t want her to be able to consider what she’s doing before making rash decisions.

Vaguely inspired by @yellowcry’s Cursed Gifts AU.

Sequel to And I’m Asking “Why, Lord?”

Warning for sensitive topics below.

Time Eats All His Children in the End

Mirabel blinks, slowly coming back to it all. She’s lying on the floor of Antonio’s room, surrounded by grains of sand and burnt leaves. There is no sign of Bruno. Distantly, she can still hear the animals and Antonio playing nearby, splashing in the water. She manages to push herself up, sitting, having to balance herself with her hands.

What happened?

There is no obvious sign that anything has changed. No magic in her veins, no power at her command. Some small, naive part of her thinks it wasn’t real.

Then, her eyes drop down to herself and her stomach churns in disgust and horror. Her dress is completely shredded, hanging loose and in tatters. Her glasses have been knocked to who knows where, she can’t see them. It’s cold. She feels like a pinned butterfly, having its wings removed and its insides pulled apart. She’s on display. For something, someone not human. He has done something to her, taken something or changed something, and she has no idea what.

“Mirabel! You’re awake!” Antonio calls. She turns to find Parce pounding up towards her, the little boy riding on his back. His smile drops as he catches her. “Tío Bruno said to check on you that when you wake up… Mirabel, are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine, Antonio,” she reassures him. As scared as she is, she doesn’t want to have him feel the same. But God, her voice is rough.

He clocks his head in confusion at her. After a moment, he shares a glance with the capybara that still hasn’t moved and nods in confirmation. “You don’t look okay and Chipsi agrees.”

“I… to be honest, I wasn’t quite prepared for the vision.” She lied. Well, partially.

Antonio, too young and oblivious, takes that as the gospel truth. “Oh, okay! We never really get to talk about Bruno and I had no idea what having a vision was like! So, what was it like? What did you see? Did you see the future? Was I all grown up? Was I taller than Camilo?”

“I’m sorry, but you know we weren’t looking at your future, primito. And I can assure you, I didn’t see anything you want to see.”

“Okay,” he huffed, sounding disappointed. “Next time Tío Bruno visits, I’m gonna ask him to give me a vision. Do you want to come and play with me and my friends?”

She shakes her head, gently. “No, thank you, Antonio. I have some embroidery to finish.”

Once she’s out of Antonio’s room and with the door safely closed behind her, she doesn’t have to act like she’s fine. She feels horrible about it, but she had to lie Antonio. This is nothing for a child to know, to be part of it, but she is a child and nobody thought to spare her…

It’s too much.

She stops, catching her reflection in the photographs of the ceremonies. Everyone minus her. That hasn’t changed then. Briefly, she considers taking Bruno’s off the wall and throwing it away. But, she doesn’t. She keeps walking. At least, she takes a few more steps before collapsing to her knees. Wincing at the sting of impact against her hands as she catches herself.

Casita flickers its tiles beside her, asking if she’s alright. The answer is blatantly obvious.

She feels horrible and betrayed and used and broken and worthless and—

She wraps her arms around herself, trying to calm herself down. It’s all too much. She can’t just bottle this up as she does with everything else.

Digging her nails into her skin, she scratches. Deep. Drawing blood. She doesn’t care, she screams through it like a dying animal. She wants to tear it all off. She wants to let herself bleed to death because at least then she won’t ever know what he’s done to her. The family will still be safe, the miracle will still survive. No one will care if she doesn’t. And maybe that is what hurts the most: the reality that no one would care what has happened to her. That’s why it did happen.

From her knees, she drops to her side. Curled into a ball and facing the plain, empty wall. Blocking out whatever Casita is trying to say to her. It is only a house. If it had never cracked in the first place, if it had never made her run to get help. She never asked for this, she never wanted this. She prays for it all to go away.

Eventually, her voice cracks. Her screams break off into sobbing, wretched and pitiful.

She can’t breathe through it. She tries, quick and frantic and mad, but she isn’t getting air. It slips through her lips, just as her door slipped from her all those years ago. Just as the last shred of her hope has slipped through her fingers into a dead man’s hand. She wants to rip apart her body and clean it, cleanse it in holy water. Clear away the damage and stains of a curse she doesn’t understand.

Pedro has taken something from her, and she will never be the same again.

Taken something. Stolen everything. And she had let it happen. She had trusted Bruno and then trusted him. And poor pathetic, little Mirabel couldn’t even save herself. She had asked for a blessing, now one has cut a place inside of her, buried into her like a parasite. Eating her out from the inside and will leave her a rotting corpse for the worms must be fed.

[vvyvernicus]

Why Mr. House Likes Snow Globes

In 2022 when Robert Edwin House was only two years old, his older half-brother, Anthony House, cut him off entirely from his inheritance as well as forcing him into the foster system. Because of this, Robert House was passed around several families during his childhood in the state of Nevada.

In 2032, he ends up living under the care of a resident of the renowned Las Vegas. However, like most of the other foster homes, he doesn't enjoy being there and feels more comfortable being virtually anywhere else. He quickly enjoys the atmosphere of Vegas and sees it as a place with opportunities. Still, as a minor he was responsible enough to stay out of the less savory parts of it.

One day after another unsolicited scolding from a drunken foster parent, Robert leaves the apartment to take a walk on the neighborhood strip. He ends up wandering to section he is less familiar with, but another nice part of Las Vegas nonetheless. An antique shop catches his eye and his eyes quickly scan over a snow globe in the window display.

It's miniature version of Las Vegas with buildings that appeared to glow brightly despite having no internal lighting. He is intrigued by the design, but less so by the price. Such a small, some would say insignificant, object for a hefty $100? Even if he was given some sort of allowance, the price would be too steep for him to consider for the peculiar thing. And yet... somehow looking at it made him feel more at ease.

A woman with long, dark hair and blue eyes notices him as she walks down that same street. Regularly she would keep walking and mind her own business, but something about the boy's expression stood out to her. There was a certain loneliness, but also a lingering determination. So, she makes a slight detour and walks over to greet him.

At first he doesn't realize the presence of the woman who stands beside him—being too fixated on the globe—but once he realizes she's there it's hard to ignore. She asks for his name, but since he doesn't trust her he tells her his middle name: Edwin. She's a little odd, talking to a child she doesn't know, but... she's somewhat pretty. Weird, but oddly pleasant to talk to.

The topic of conversation quickly changes to the snow globe he had been eyeing before she interrupted him. She asks him if he has a fondness for snow globes, to which he brushes her off by saying that there was no point in spending so much on useless knickknacks. In response, she just smiled and entered the store.

A few minutes later the snow globe was removed from the viewing window by a store clerk. When the woman returns outside, Robert instantly that she had bought it in attempt to gloat. Just like everyone else had in his life. Things were simply taken from you before you even had the chance to take them for yourself.

Instead, she hands the bag out to him. She says that it's a special gift. All he has to do is accept it. But all he can do is stare at her like there's some type of explosive inside that bag.

What? This didn't make any sense. It must have been some kind of trick. No random adult would just come across a kid and buy them something like this. There must have been some underlying scheme, he thought.

Cautiously, he peers into the bag. There inside was the Las Vegas themed snow globe, carefully wrapped in bubble wrap to prevent damages. His hands began to shake and he worried about dropping the paper bag. This person made no sense at all to him.

She tells him that one day things will get better for him if he works hard and maybe he could collect more snow globes in the future. He looks up at her like he wants to say "thank you". However she was already smiling so brightly like she had received all the praise in the world.

However, just as quickly as she appeared, she suddenly excuses herself and starts to hurry down the street. Was she late for something? It must have not been important if she had time to spare to buy a random boy a snow globe. But despite the briefness, the unconditional warmth she shared had not yet faded.

Even over 200 years later, he still has that same snow globe. It's hidden somewhere only he can see it in the Lucky 38. To him, it's a reminder that no matter how messed up the world gets, there will always be a fraction of humanity worth preserving. The other snow globes are rare finds themselves, each one holding a unspoken innocence.

Hope you enjoyed my headcanon! Maybe we'll find out more actual backstory in the Fallout TV series season 2. Bonus if it shows his current snow globe collection in live action.