#like with his sweet voice and the way he’s eternally smiling but somehow there’s still something unsettling about him

[doliacuddles]

SHADOWS OF A MARRIAGE.

𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇.

𝖧𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇! 𝖠𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05

❝In our gazes lie the secrets of a love that never had its chance, trapped in a silence that screams the tragedy of what could have been and never was.❞

Yes, I longed to be that woman, the mother of your children, and together walk hand in hand towards eternity. But in the end, what can I say? You have shattered me, an "us" was never real. That woman fell into an abyss, and you are not the one who promised to be my hero at the altar.

I stood in front of the mirror, observing my reflection. The woman I saw there was not the same one who once dreamed of a future full of love and fulfilled promises. My gaze was empty, my eyes dull, as if my soul had been slowly torn away, day by day, with each fake smile and each lonely night.

"Does this have an end? Will we become strangers to each other? Maybe the day will come when I forget you and you forget me…" I thought aloud, my voice barely a whisper. I wanted to believe that someday this pain would fade, that I could look back and feel that all this had been nothing but a nightmare.

I wished my father had been right, that there was that magic button that transported you to happiness, to an eternal honeymoon, a pastel pink world, full of clichés and sweet nonsense. But life was not a fairy tale, and my reality was a dark labyrinth from which I did not know how to escape.

I remembered the early days after our wedding when I still had hope that everything would get better. I tried to be the perfect wife, the woman I thought Alastor needed. But nothing I did seemed to be enough. His coldness, his distance, were like daggers piercing my heart again and again.

At some point, I lost count of the times I cried in silence, wishing he would notice my pain, that he would extend his hand and save me. But Alastor remained unchanged, trapped in his own world, a place I would never have access to.

The radio continued playing in the background, a melancholic melody that perfectly reflected my mood. I walked to the window and looked at the dark garden, remembering that night at the party when our words finally broke the silence. Yet even then, nothing changed. His words were like empty promises, as fleeting as the mist that dissipates with the first light of day.

"When did we lose ourselves?" I wondered. The answer was obvious, though painful to admit. We lost ourselves the day we stopped being ourselves, the day we let expectations and appearances come between us.

I looked at my reflection again, trying to find in my eyes some trace of the woman I once was, the woman Alastor had met in that distant childhood. But all I saw was a stranger, a shadow of what I once was.

"Maybe, someday, you'll remember who I was to you. Maybe, someday, you'll understand how much I loved you and how much I suffered for you," I thought, hoping that my thoughts could reach him somehow.

With a sigh, I turned away from the mirror and headed to the bed, the place where the distance between us was most palpable. I lay down and closed my eyes, letting the tears flow freely. I knew that, although the pain was unbearable, I had to find a way to keep going, to survive in this reality that I had to live.

Because, in the end, even if I was never the woman Alastor loved, I had to be the woman who clung to herself with desperation, to keep fighting without hope, vainly seeking a spark of light in the midst of crushing darkness.

And so, with the echo of my thoughts tormenting my mind, I sank into a restless sleep, fearing that, upon waking, the new day would only bring more strength to face a reality that was becoming increasingly unbearable.

Intellectual property of @doliacuddles.

𝖳𝖺𝗀𝗌; @seraphiccharlie @catticora @verosikavibes @mo-0-o @alastorthirsty @its-a-dam-blue-brick @speedycoffeedelight @mantumuncher223

[midwinterrmemento]

The more we learn about Gilbert, the more I wonder if we’re going to have another Edgar situation on our hands tbh

[purplesuitcowboy]

tw: rape, incest, abuse

look at the tw, please don't read this if that's not what you're looking for because that's what this is.

Lindsey heard her mother, Carol, before she saw her. She was yelling at Lindsey before she'd even gotten to her room. It was a regular occurrence in the household. Her mother, though, had finally reached her breaking point. She stormed into her daughter's room and grabbed her by her hair, pulling her out into the living room where her step father, Frank, was calmly waiting on the couch. Trying to avoid getting her hair yanked out of her scalp, Lindsey hunched over stumbled awkwardly behind her mother.

"I won't have it any more. You will learn respect," her mother yelled at her, hands planted firmly on her hips.

She was deposited on the floor in front of her step fathers feet. Lindsey tried to stand but was pushed down to her knees.

"No, you can stay right there," her mother hold her, holding her firmly by the shoulder. "Grounding you hasn't fixed your attitude but I know something that will."

Her mother nodded at Frank and he nonchalantly got up, sauntering over to them. He stopped in front of Lindsey and fished his thick cock out of his jeans. Lindsey's eyes widened at the sight of it. She'd always found her step father attractive even if he was a massive asshole but she didn't realize that his cock was huge. She felt warmth bloom between her legs as she looked at it. Under different circumstances, she'd be dying to get a fat cock like that inside of her. He rubbed the thick mushroom head of his dick against her soft lips, smearing precum on her mouth. Lindsey tried to jerk her head back to get away but her mother stopped her, pushing her head into Frank's waiting cock.

Reluctantly, she opened her lips and Frank quickly thrust his cock into her mouth. He placed a hand on her head, holding her still as he roughly fucked her mouth. Lindsey gagged and sputtered on his cock, split leaking down her chin and on to her chest. Whenever it got to be too much and she tried to jerk her head away, her mother held the back of her head to keep her in place. The whole while Lindsey's pussy throbbed and ached, seemingly begging her to rub her clit and provide her some relief.

"That's it. Be a good girl and suck your step-daddy's dick. It's hard to be a disrespectful cunt with a mouth full of cock, huh? You don't want to behave? That's okay," her mother said, voice turning sickly sweet. "I'll just let your step father fuck you until you change your mind."

The best Lindsey could do was cast a baleful look in her mothers direction. The threat of her glare was significantly reduced by her current predicament, her teary eyes and spit soaked mouth were less than intimidating. Suddenly, Frank grabbed the back of her head, pulling her face towards him. His cock filled her throat and Lindsey writhed, trying to get away but trapped. He came with a grunt, filling her mouth with his salty cum. It felt like he came an eternity. Little pricks of color dotted Lindsey's vision as she struggled to remain upright. He released her and she jerked her head way, sputtering and coughing as she tried to catch her breath. Carol smiled at her husband.

"How was that?"

He nodded in response to Carol's question but his eyes remained on Lindsey who sat miserably on the floor.

"I don't think, I'm done with her yet," he told Carol. Somehow, her smile seemed to grow wider and she reach down to stroke his cock, jerking it until he was hard again. Assuming they were distracted, Lindsey tried to make a break for her room but they caught her before she had left the living room, working together to drag her to the couch. Frank plopped down and Carol shoved Lindsey so she fell onto his lap. After a bit of a shuffle, they pulled down her panties and sat her down on Frank's cock. Lindsey grunted as her tight pussy was suddenly filled with Frank's thick cock.

"Fuck," Frank said with a groan, thrusting lazily into Lindsey's cunt. "That's good pussy. She's nice and wet too, fucking slut."

The room was quickly filled with the "slck, slck, slck" sound of Lindsey's wet cunt as her step father fucked her. Carol bend down and watched, delighted, as her husbands cock stretched out her daughters little pussy. Lindsey tried not to moan, she didn't want to give them the satisfaction, but she couldn't help the whimpers and sighs that escaped her lips as she bounced on her step father's cock.

"Look at that, nice and creamy," Carol purred as she reached down to rub her daughters clit. Lindsey tried not to cum, her body tensed as she tried to resist the pleasurable sensations. Despite her resistance, their combined ministrations the feeling quickly overtook her. It was like being swept away in a wave pool. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened in a silent scream as her body with overcome by the force of her orgasm. Frank thrust's go frantic as he cums inside of her cunt. The pleasure made her nice and pliant, and she sagged against her step father's body. Satisfied, Carol left the two of them on the couch to get dinner started.

Frank kept Lindsey on his cock as he relaxed on the couch. One hand, he slipped up Lindsey's top so he could grope at her perky tits and play with her nipples. With the other, he toyed lazily with her clit, working her up to orgasm over and over again to keep her wet and desperate but never letting her cum.

"Maybe next time," he says, tugging particularly hard on her nipple." I'll fuck you in front of a mirror so we can both watch those tits bounce."

Eventually, he got annoyed with her whines and whimpers. He pushes her face down into the couch cushions and using her head to prop himself up, roughly fucks her cunt until he cums, depositing another load into her womb. Finally given more stimulation, Lindsey easily orgasms, shaking under him as she cums. By the time dinner was finished, she was a sticky mess, desperate to take a shower and change clothes.

Lindsey assumed that when she woke up the next day, this whole mess would be over - her mother would be satisfied that with her weird punishment and Frank would leave her alone. She was quickly proven wrong on this front when early in the morning, Frank slipped into her bed and slid his hand into her panties, rubbing her sensitive clit with his thick fingers. He got her nice and wet before he fucked her again, pulling her panties to the side and easily slipping his cock into her wet cunt. Thoughtlessly, Lindsey rubbed her clit until she came on her step daddy's dick. Like usual, he came inside, filling her cunt with his seed, but fell asleep in her bed with his dick nestled in her wet folds.

To her horror and embarrassment, Lindsey quickly found herself craving her step dad's dick. She found herself day dreaming about him walking in on her while she was showering or brushing her teeth, bending her over the nearest piece of furniture and fucking her until he filled her cunt with his cum. She never got to experience that particular fantasy but he fucked her plenty. He particularly enjoyed having her cock warm him while he watched football.

[ophelia-writes-fics]

i love everything you do [10th doctor x reader - 18+]

It had all started off innocently enough...

Tags: fem!reader, smut, romantic smut, fluff, multiple orgasms (fem!receiving), praise, lots of praise, the doctor has a praise kink, mild hair pulling (it's 10, i had to), a little bit of gentle biting, bed sharing

Word Count: ~1.4k

CWs/TWs: none, this is super fluffy and sweet :)

It had started off innocently enough. You and the Doctor had been flirting all day. Teasing banter, quick glances, hands brushing every now and again — nothing you hadn’t done a million times before.

The day had been miraculously tranquil. You’d gone and explored the ice caves on some distant planet with a name you couldn’t pronounce, and you two had shared a kiss as you watched the two suns set and the three moons rise over the horizon before climbing back into the TARDIS. 

Somehow, all the flirting and long conversations had escalated, much like they had on several occasions before, and you had ended up bent over the ship’s console with the Doctor’s hands tangled in your hair, getting absolutely fucked out of your mind. 

He pulled your hair, making you whine and arch your back into him, desperate for more. 

“Oh, there’s my girl,” he grinned, leaning forward to plant a kiss on your shoulder. “You love this, don’t you? You’ve practically been begging for it all day, it’s adorable. Although, to be fair…” He snapped his hips forward, one hand moving down to grasp your waist. “You’re not the only one. I’ve been waiting for this for ages.”

You exhaled a laugh followed by a breathy moan. “Oh, c-come on, we did this last night, didn’t we? I haven’t — fuck! — kept you waiting that long, have I?” 

“Well, I suppose not, no,” he responded, sounding almost nonchalant despite being buried as deep in your cunt as he could possibly get. The hand that was clutching your waist wandered upward to toy with your breast. He groaned softly, his pace quickening. “Still, feels like ages when I’ve been waiting all day to have you like this again,” he sighed, pulling you closer so that your back was pressed against his torso, wrapping his arms around you and gently kissing your neck. 

“Such a romantic,” you teased. 

“Mmm, you like it when I get all romantic with you, though, don’t you?” It was a question he knew the answer to well, especially as you practically melted in his arms at the feeling of his lips brushing against your ear. 

You craned your neck, trying to get close enough to kiss him the way you wanted to, but before you could, he quickly pulled out, turned you to face him, and thrust back into you before you could protest. You gazed up at him, eyes practically heart-shaped with adoration. 

“Kiss me,” you murmured, leaning upwards a bit. 

He met you halfway, his soft lips colliding with yours. You choked out a moan as his tongue brushed against your lips, then against your own tongue as you opened your mouth into the kiss, desperate for more of him. He ran his fingers through your hair, hand coming to rest on the side of your face as he kissed you and kissed you for what felt like an eternity, still fucking into you as deep as he could with every thrust.

Your orgasm hit you before you even realized you were close, and you broke the kiss with a gasp, wrapping your arms around his slender shoulders and holding him close. He watched you as you came, drinking in every detail of your face, your voice, the way you moved. He grinned when you looked back at him, that same charming smile that had made you fall head over heels in the first place. 

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he sighed, slowing down to give you time to rest as your orgasm subsided. 

You turned your gaze away, feeling suddenly shy despite your intimate position. “Shut up,” you muttered, smiling, trying to hide the way your face flushed at the praise from him. 

He took your chin in his hand, turning you back towards him. “Never,” he grinned, pulling you in to kiss your forehead. 

You sighed blissfully and leaned into him. “Want to keep going?” 

“Are you sure? It won’t be too much, will it?” 

“I’m not going to break, Doctor. I can take it.” 

“Well, then, if you insist…” He gave you a quick kiss on the nose before pulling out halfway, then slowly starting up his thorough pace again. 

He gasped as you tightened around him, tilting his head back slightly, and you took the opportunity to lean in, running your teeth over a sensitive spot just beneath his jawline. 

You knew every inch of him at this point, but you could never get tired of this - having him deep inside you, body pressed close to yours, your arms around each other. You could never get enough. 

You ran a hand through his hair, tilting your face upward towards his ear to whisper to him. 

“You’re always so good for me, Doctor.” 

Your words immediately had the effect you wanted. He bit his bottom lip, trying unsuccessfully to stifle a groan. 

“God, don’t say that, you’ll make me cum straightaway,” he panted. 

“Why not?” you teased, your nails gently scratching at the nape of his neck, just how he liked it. “You don’t wanna cum? You don’t like hearing how good you are for me? How wonderful you feel inside me? How no one else has ever made me cum as hard as you do, my beautiful, brilliant Doctor?” 

His mouth dropped open with a moan, hands tightening on your waist. “Oh, fuck, please…” he gasped, followed quickly by a whine of your name when you nipped at his earlobe. You could tell he was close, and you could feel your own orgasm building as he fucked you with reverence, his hands still moving restlessly, caressing and clutching at every part of you he could reach. 

“Doctor,” you panted. “I’m close. I want you to cum with me, darling, can you...?” 

He nodded vigorously, too drunk on your praise to catch his breath and answer. One hand moved between the two of you to rub against your clit, the other wrapped around your back, holding you as tightly as he could. His eyes were half-lidded, thoroughly mesmerized at the sight of his cock sliding in and out of your dripping cunt. 

You tugged at his hair, desperate to see his face. His gaze immediately met yours, and anything you were about to say left your mind. 

He was a sight to behold like this, with his hair ruffled from your grasp, his eyes wide and dark with lust, his lips parted and flushed pink from kissing you over and over. The look in his eyes, however, was what made you fall silent. You’d never seen such a lovestruck look on anyone, alien or human, and it made you feel so vulnerable. 

A tidal wave of emotion swelled in your chest as your orgasm hit you, the overwhelming tenderness of the feeling making you tear up.

You clung to him as you came, burying your face in the crook of his neck, an endless stream of "I love you, I love you, I love you" falling from your lips over and over again. He came inside you seconds later, his hands buried in your hair, holding you close, keeping you safe. You saw stars, mind blissfully drifting away into the clouds.

As you both came down from your high, your exhaustion suddenly hit you, your body going limp in his arms. 

“You alright, love?” he murmured, gently rubbing your back. 

You nodded against his chest, eyes closed, the pleasure still overwhelming you. 

“You want me to take you to bed?” 

Again, you nodded, and he gently picked you up, carrying you through the halls of the TARDIS to your bedroom. 

He laid you down softly on your shared bed, tucking you under the blankets before crawling into bed himself. He cradled you close, his tall frame against yours, and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. 

“I love you,” you murmured sleepily, giving him a warm smile. “You’re so good, Doctor. You really, really are.”

He smiled softly, tucking your hair behind your ear. "Oh, darling, you're wonderful," he sighed.

“Will you stay here? I know you don’t sleep much…” 

“Of course I will, darling,” he whispered, wrapping your hands in his. “I’ll be right here in the morning, hmm? Now let’s get some sleep. We’ve got another day of adventure tomorrow.”

You certainly did. 

A/N: sorry this took forever!!! i promise i'll be more consistent now that the holidays are over :) i'll have some alec smut and/or fluff coming out in the next day or so, but until then, i hope you enjoy this fic! any and all feedback is welcome, and requests are still open, so feel free to like/rb/comment/follow/send in asks/whatever you like! love you all, and thanks again for your patience!

[yesimwriting]

MA'M I LOVE YOUR BEST FRIEND FELIX WRITINGS BUT MY JEALOUS AND SOFTY SHORT ASS CAN'T HANDLE IT 😭 IM HURTING MYSELF BUT IT HURTS SO GOOD, LIKE IF I WAS BEST FRIEND Y/N ID BE BAWLING MY EYES OUT AFTER SEEING HIM WITH ANOTHER GIRL LIKE- WHY IS ALL OF THIS SO CARDIGAN BY TS CODED-

a/n i love taylor and taylor related angst and i get the jealousy thing,, but i think the thing with bestfriend!felix is that he's so obvious about his priorities that by the time reader can register jealousy,, felix is already there

so here's a drabble

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Going out tonight wasn't your idea. A week of long lectures and even longer homework had drained you. But Felix wanted to...and you...You wanted to be around Felix.

Maybe Farleigh's comments about you following Felix around like a puppy aren't as exaggerated as they feel when you're sober. Ugh. The thought of Farleigh being right gives that pinch of irritation something to latch onto.

"They have those drinks you like." The voice is clear despite the base of the music that you can still hear from right outside the club. You turn your head away from the group of stragglers hanging around the outdoor bar. "Had. I got the last one."

You grin at Felix, any lingering angst not exactly evaporating into the cool night air, but the shift is enough to make the smile feel unforced. "Lucky."

He's finally within arm's reach, a fact that he takes advantage of immediately. Felix's palm settles against your shoulder, his thumb dragging across your skin. "Extremely." There's a fondness there that chips away at what's left of your irritation. "Here." You take the glass from him. "Sam almost tackled another bar tender to get the last of the simple syrup."

Ironically, the sip that's halfway down your throat seems to lose any hints of sweetness as soon as the words come out of Felix's mouth. You've met Sam, and while you don't dislike her, you're not sure the neutrality is mutual.

It's a fact you don't dwell. Sam's a bottle blonde bar tender who looks like she was born to walk around in low cut tank tops and cut off shorts. Not that her being pretty matters, but there's an edge to her beauty that implies an effortless coolness that doesn't usually meld with who you are. It's no one's fault. You think those types of girls are charming and fun in a way that's somehow even bolder than the friends that you consider wild. It's just never been a mutual admiration.

And Sam's been hanging around Felix a lot lately, showing up at parties, staying later than anyone else besides you. They've gone home together a few times. Felix hasn't said too much about that, but that doesn't indicate anything. You guys don't talk about that kind of stuff. Even best friends as close as you two have boundaries.

Not that it matters if Felix is with someone like Sam. She seems fun and pretty and bold and--the total opposite of you.

That hits you like a thumb jabbing into a bruise. Since when is Felix's constantly rotating door of flings a sore point? When he pawns you off on Farleigh--even when he's not in the mood for you--so he can have a moment in the employee bathroom.

"Y'okay?"

You nod, "Yeah." Felix's eyebrows pinch together, a barely there implication of concern that's almost ignorable beneath the poor lighting. "Everything's just kind of hitting me a little."

He nods, "Do you need to sit?" Felix's hold on your shoulder tightens. "Is that why you came outside?"

"Uh--no." The response feels flat. "I mean--yeah, I wanted some air, but I don't feel sick or anything."

He watches you openly for what feels like its own eternity. You're not sure what he's looking for, but you must not pass the inspection because he frowns. "Okay." As if to validate Felix's attempt at letting your mood go, you bring your glass back to your lips. "You know--if you're not feeling--if you want to go, you can tell me."

"I know." You do know that. Felix has always been good about listening, about wanting to make sure you're comfortable.

You take another sip of your drink. Of course Sam's good at mixing drinks. You can picture her tripping over herself, rushing to grab the nearly empty bottle of syrup and risking making an enemy of a coworker to avoid having to tell Felix no.

Felix takes a step forward, his hand sliding across your back so that his arm can settle around your shoulders. It's instinct to lean into the contact. He's warm in a way that rivals the buzz in your system. "When we do go, we're going to have to go out the back way."

You let your head rest against his side. "Why?"

"Don't think Sam's going to be going out of her way to get me drinks again."

You crane your neck to look up at him, "What? Why?"

His eyes meet yours, and then he's dropping his gaze to the floor. "You have become such a gossip."

A sound that's a combination between a scoff and a laugh tumbles past your lips. "Have not."

"You and Farleigh," Felix continues, "You two always need to ask, always need to have an opinion."

"Not true," you defend weakly, "If I was a gossip I'd talk about how slutty--"

You cut yourself off, regretting your phrasing as soon as the word is out. Felix pulls back slightly, mouth falling open in exaggerated offense. "You called me a slut?"

"No," you defend yourself through a laugh, "I was saying that you have been slutty." Felix raises his eyebrows at you. "It's different." Felix's eyes narrow in an attempt to offset the smile tugging at his lips. "It is."

"Yeah?" He leans forward with no warning, his lips pressing against your cheek. That kiss is followed by another. Again and again, each more affectionate and touchy than the last.

His lips brush against your jaw. "Fe-lix." It wants to be a warning, but the nervous giggle that breaks his name into two makes coming off as threatening impossible.

"What?" He hums, his lips finding your neck. "If I'm that slutty, we should have a go at it."

You laugh, ignoring the heat burning its way up your neck because it's just Felix. "There's a bathroom inside."

Felix stills before pulling away enough to look you in the eye. There's the faintest flush tinging his skin. You laugh again, this time the sound fuller. It's nice to see flashes of the softer side of Felix while out in the real world. Felix laughs with you.

You tilt your head, pressing a kiss against his cheek. "For you, I'd spring for a hotel room."

"Now I feel special."

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[sunkissed-zegras]

✮ 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐯𝐞, jump then fall au

au masterlist! masterlist!

♡ ─ word count | 2.7k

♡ ─ summary | cece has been working for adam for a month, forming a bond with paloma. she comforts paloma during a tantrum and later helps adam when paloma won't stop crying, late into the night. they discover the meaning of paloma's name as they bond over it.

♡ ─ warnings | toddler tantrums, sleep-deprivation LMAO, um nothing else (i think)

♡ ─ taglist | @literatureluster @itsnotgray @valluvsu (fill in form in my navigation in you are interested!)

♡ ─ ev's notes | after weeks of writer's block, we GOT OVER IT. war is overrrrr, finally. we survived the great war. anyways, this chapter is so sweet and i love it so much. i also realized my love for adam is very much eternal and undying, i will love him more than anyone else 4ever and idc. should i start a go-fund-me so i could get his jersey?? help a broke college student get her fav hockey player's jersey✊🏼✊🏼 also happy spooky seasonnnnn!!!

also if anyone has au thoughts please send them in for my entertainment, i love love LOVE asks.

It had been a month since Cece had started working for Adam and she has loved every second of it.

Well, maybe not every second but Paloma was the sweetest girl she's ever worked for. She was funny and easy to work with, unlike some of the other kids she's worked with. Cece had quickly adapted to the rhythm of the new job, finding ways to connect with Paloma and make their time together enjoyable and overall fun. She had become an big part of Adam and Paloma's daily routine, and it was clear to everyone that Paloma adored Cece.

Cece was sitting comfortably on the floor next to Paloma, watching her favorite movie, "Beauty and the Beast" for the fifth time she couldn't help but smile at the toddler's enthusiasm. Paloma's eyes were glued to the screen, and she occasionally mimicked the characters' actions or lines with her limited vocabulary, making Cece laugh in the process. She was adorable, her heart melted with every little word she mimicked.

As Belle and the Beast danced in the iconic ballroom scene, Paloma attempted to mimic their graceful movements, stumbling slightly in her excitement. Cece chuckled and gently held Paloma's hand, helping her "dance" along with the characters.

She laughed as Paloma kept her dance up, "You're doing good, sweetheart!"

Paloma beamed happily at Cece's words of encouragement. Her tiny feet shuffled clumsily on the floor as she continued to "dance" with Belle and the Beast. It was a sweet sight, and Cece couldn't help but feel a deep affection for the little girl.

Right as the dance ended, the apartment door had opened. "I'm home!" Adam's voice rung out through the entire apartment. As he walked into the living room, he smiled at the scene in front of him.

"Hey," Cece greeted him with an equally bright smile as him, still sitting on the floor next to Paloma, who had now shifted her attention from the movie to her dad's arrival.

Adam bent down and scooped Paloma up into his arms, eliciting giggles from the toddler. "Did you have a fun day with Cece, sweetheart?"

It was sight she had grown used to now, Adam and Cece had become a staple in her life even if it only has been a month. She couldn't help but feel like she was a part of the family, somehow, even if she wasn't exactly blood-related.

Paloma nodded enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Daddy, dance!" she exclaimed, her arms moving in an attempt to recreate the dance moves she had just seen on the screen.

Adam laughed, sharing an amused look with Cece. "You've been dancing, huh?"

Cece nodded, her smile warm. "She was quite the dancer, just like Belle."

Adam chuckled as he watched Paloma's attempts at dancing. "I see that. Thanks for keeping her entertained, Cece."

"No problem," Cece replied, a light tint of blush coming onto her cheeks. Adam continued to play with Paloma, making her giggle and laugh. Cece watched the father-daughter duo with a fond smile, her heart warmed by the sweet scene before her.

After a quick lunch, Adam had to go back for a team meeting so Cece had to stay with Paloma a bit more, which usually wouldn't have been a problem ─ except now, Paloma had suddenly decided to have a tantrum because of her father leaving.

Cece tried her best to soothe Paloma as Adam prepared to leave for his meeting. She understood how difficult it could be for a toddler when their parent had to leave, especially when they were as attached as Paloma wa.

As Adam headed towards the door, Paloma's cries grew louder, and she reached out for him, tears streaming down her cheeks. Cece held Paloma close, trying to comfort her. "It's okay, sweetie. Daddy will be back soon."

Adam paused at the door, his heart aching as he looked back at his daughter. He wanted to stay and comfort her, but he also knew he had responsibilities. "I'll be back soon, sweetheart," he reassured her, his voice filled with love. "Cece will take care of you."

Cece nodded at that and gave him a quick nod, gesturing for him to leave. He sighed and nodded, exiting the apartment as Paloma's cries continued for a while. Cece did her best to distract her with toys and games, hoping to ease her distress until Adam returned.

They played with her building blocks, read some of her favorite books, and even had a little tea party with her stuffed animals. Slowly but surely, Paloma's tears began to subside, replaced by the occasional hiccup.

Cece kept a watchful eye on the time, knowing that Adam would return from his meeting soon. She didn't want Paloma to be too upset when he got back. As they continued to play, she whispered comforting words to Paloma. "Daddy will be back before you know it, sweetheart. He loves you very much."

Paloma, still a bit sniffly, looked up at Cece with her big blue, teary eyes and nodded. Cece couldn't help but smile at the toddler's resilience. Paloma gave her a whine and gave reached out her arms towards her, gesturing for her to pick her up.

Cece gladly picked Paloma up and held her close, cradling her gently in her arms. Paloma's sniffles gradually turned into contented sighs as she rested against Cece's shoulder.

──

Cece awoke with a jolt as she felt Paloma being carried from her arms and Cece almost screamed until she realized it was just Adam. Relief washed over her as she blinked away the remnants of sleep, "Shit, you scared me."

"Sorry," Adam laughed softly, his voice filled with warmth as he held Paloma against his chest. "I'm back. How was my little princess while I was gone?"

"She was, um... she was good." Cece yawned, her eyes watering at that. Sudden embarrassment washed over her as she realized that she fell asleep on the job but before she had the chance to apologize, it seemed he had read her mind.

"Don't apologize, I get it." Adam offered Cece a reassuring smile as she nodded, gratefully.

"Thank you," she laughed softly as she got up from the sofa, standing in front of him. She never really realized just how tall he was but suddenly, she felt like he was towering over her. Sudden butterflies emerged in her stomach as she looked up at him and they gazed at one another.

"Well─"

"I─"

They both spoke in union before they paused, looking at one another for a second until they laughed. God, they were so in sync. "You, um, you go first," Adam smiled down at her, Paloma looking very pleased with the scene before her.

"I was just gonna say, I have a Chem test tomorrow and I haven't studied for it," she explained groggily, exhaustion clear in her face.

Adam couldn't help but feel disappointment building in his stomach as he heard those words come out of her mouth. "Oh, yeah of course. Go, don't worry, I'll take of our Paloma." It had come out so naturally he almost didn't catch it. Our Paloma. It sounded so... perfect and Adam could feel himself getting used to staying it, our Paloma, our girl.

Luca's words kept repeating in his mind as he waited for her response, "No girls." But as he stared into her eyes, her big, beautiful, deep─

"Yeah, our Paloma," she repeated softly, a warm smile spreading across her face. "Thank you, Adam."

"Of course, no problem. Um, get home safe and good luck on your test tomorrow."

As soon as she reached the door, Paloma whined. You looked back at Adam knowingly as Paloma started reaching for Cece.

"Hey, hey." Adam started trying to distract Paloma which did nothing but make it worse, somehow. "Princess, it's alright, she's coming tomorrow."

Paloma's whines grew louder as she continued to reach for Cece, her little arms outstretched. Adam didn't know what to do; she usually stopped crying after he comforted her, but this time, it seemed she only wanted Cece.

Cece hesitated at the door, torn between her responsibilities and the adorable toddler who clearly didn't want her to go. She looked at Adam with a questioning expression, silently asking for his help.

"It's fine, Cece. I can deal with her." Adam's voice was gentle, and he tried to hide any disappointment he felt about the situation. He walked closer to Cece, giving her an understanding smile. "You should get some rest and study for your test. I've got this."

Cece sighed in relief at Adam's understanding. She bent down and gently placed a kiss on Paloma's forehead. "I'll see you tomorrow, sweetheart," she whispered softly to the toddler before reluctantly stepping out of the apartment.

Adam watched her go, feeling a mixture of gratitude and disappointment. He knew that Cece needed to focus on her studies, but a part of him wished she could stay. He turned his attention back to Paloma, who was still crying in his arms.

"It's just you and me, kiddo," he said with a soft smile, carrying the crying Paloma back to the living room. He was determined to make the evening as comforting (as he could) for his daughter.

As the night wore on, Adam did his best to comfort Paloma. He played with her, read her a bedtime story, and even sang her a lullaby, but nothing seemed to calm her down completely. The toddler's cries continued, growing more tired and desperate as the hours passed.

He felt like he didn't know Paloma anymore, he spent less time with her than he had done in the past. Was he being a terrible dad by prioritizing his career over Paloma? He didn't know, he felt truly helpless as his ears began to sore from the constant crying from his daughter.

It was around 1 am when Adam realized he was at his wit's end. Paloma had been crying for hours, and he was exhausted and frustrated. He felt like he was going to go insane, especially because none of his family was here to give him a break. That was until he remembered: Cece.

He pulled out his phone and sent a text message to Cece, his fingers typing quickly.

Adam: Hey, sorry to bother you, but Paloma won't stop crying, and I don't know what to do.

He felt guilty for even asking, knowing Cece probably has her own worries and problems. But he truly had no one else to turn to, his body sore from practice and he was fatigued from all the crying, on top of everything.

His phone started buzzed almost immediately and he looked at the caller ID: Cece was calling him. He slid to answer,

"Cece, I'm sorry, did I wake you up?"

"No, I've been up." Cece laughed through the speaker. But Adam could hear the exhaustion in her laugh, as much as she tried to hide it.

The guiltiness hit him like a truck when he heard her voice. He almost wanted to cry, "I'm sorry, Cece. I just had... no one else to call who I trusted."

That statement made Cece's heart swell. He trusted her? "Oh, Adam don't apologize. That's what I'm here for. Do you want me to come?"

"No, no. It's too late and I don't want anything to happen."

Another soft laugh escaped her before she started hearing some crying from his side. She was almost concerned, thinking it was him until it registered in her sleep-deprived mind that it was just Paloma. "I'm a big girl Adam, I'll be there in 10."

Before he could protest, she hung up and Adam let out an exhausted sigh before he turned to Paloma, who was still crying. How much tears could one little girl have? Adam thought to himself.

Cece arrived at Adam's apartment right on time, her heart heavy with worry for both him and Paloma. She had come as quickly as she could, not wanting to leave Adam to handle the situation alone any longer. There wasn't any traffic because it was 1 in the morning, the only real plus of this whole thing.

When she entered the apartment, she found Adam sitting on the couch, looking utterly exhausted, with Paloma crying in his arms. She had never seen him so tired, his hair messy and his eyebags visible. Without hesitation, Cece went over and gently took Paloma into her arms.

"Hey there, princess," she cooed softly, rocking Paloma gently. "It's okay, I'm here now. Shhh, it's alright."

Paloma's cries gradually began to subside as Cece worked her magic. Adam watched in awe as the two of them seemed to have an unspoken connection. Cece had gotten Paloma to quiet down after four hours of nonstop crying but Adam was too tired to feel anything but exhaustion. He had been at his wit's end, unable to calm his daughter down, and seeing Cece work her magic with such ease was nothing short of amazing.

"Thank you, Cece," Adam whispered, relief washing over him as Paloma finally began to calm down. He felt a deep sense of gratitude for the young woman who had come to their rescue once again.

Cece smiled warmly at him, despite her feeling just as (if not more) exhausted than him. "No need to thank me, Adam. I'm always here to help." She looked down at Paloma, who was now resting peacefully in her arms. "Besides, I think I've started to become quite attached to her."

Adam couldn't help but chuckle softly at that. He appreciated Cece more than he could express in words. As he looked at her, holding the most precious thing in his world like she was also the most important thing in hers too, he felt his heart do a little loop-di-loop and he couldn't stop it even if he tried.

"Thank you, Cece," he repeated, this time with a warmth and admiration that went beyond words.

"You know, Adam," Cece began softly, her voice barely above a whisper, "I'm here not just for Paloma. I'm here for you too."

Adam's heart skipped a beat at her words. It didn't feel like some grand confession, it felt like just a simple fact. And now, as he gazed back at Cece, he no longer questioned if she was responsible or sweet enough for his daughter, he knew it for a fact.

"I know," Adam's voice sounded even more exhausted than before, smiling back at her.

As Paloma fell asleep in her arms, Cece took a seat next to Adam on the couch. They both knew she wasn't going anywhere for at least a couple hours until Paloma is fully asleep, so she got comfortable.

As Paloma fell asleep in Cece's arms, a sense of calm settled over the room. The exhaustion and tension from earlier seemed to fade away, replaced by a peaceful stillness. Adam and Cece sat side by side on the couch, watching over Paloma as she slept.

In the quiet of the room, they didn't need to say much. Their presence was enough, and it felt strangely comforting. It was as if, in that moment, they were a small, makeshift family brought together by circumstances.

Cece was the first to speak up, her voice tired. "Do you know what Paloma means?"

Adam was too tired to say anything but shake his head as she continued, "It means Dove, I looked it up earlier. Isn't that cute?"

Adam had named her after his great-aunt (per request of his mother) but had always liked the sound of it. He had never thought of looking up the meaning but now that he knows, it's perfect. Dove, Paloma, it was just perfect.

Adam smiled at that. "That's so cute. Our little dove." His head fell on Cece's shoulder as he yawned, his eyes feeling heavy. "Dove, that's a cute nickname."

"We should start calling her that." Cece's eyes suddenly felt heavy too as she yawned along with Adam, nodding.

"Dove," Adam repeated softly, a smile playing at his lips. "I like it. Our little Dove."

Cece nodded in agreement, her voice barely above a whisper. "It suits her."

The exhaustion of the long night finally caught up with them both, and they began to drift into a comfortable silence. Adam rested his head on Cece's shoulder, and she gently leaned into him, their shared warmth and the sense of family they had formed providing a profound a great sense of comfort.

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What's your fanfic fantasy? part 10

Chapter Contents.

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 // Part 11 // Part 12 // Part 13 // Part 14 //

Premise: fem reader + Chan + Jisung 18+ fanfic. This is an AU story about Chan bringing your fantasies to life... but what happens when boyfriends Chan and Han fall in love with you?

Chapter Summary: You are finally alone with Chan.

a/n: the moment has finally arrived where reader and Chan finally get to get it on. It's a short chapter, but the next chapter will also be reader and Chan.

Warnings: unprotected p in v, coming inside, I don't want to give everything away but it's really sweet.

Y/n pov.

You’re still pinching yourself as you approach Chan’s room. You have never felt this nervous in all your life. More nervous than any of the encounters so far here in the holiday house. You wince slightly as your underwear rubs against your swollen labia. You’re feeling a little sore from earlier with Binnie, and you resign yourself to the fact you’re probably not going to be able to walk for a week after all the sex you’ve have had. But you’re about to be alone with Chan, in a bedroom, your feelings as clear as a starry night. You’re not going to let a sore vagina interfere with your first time with him. Even the thought of what is about to happen makes you ache with need.

You reach the door and exhale loudly, then take one more deep, grounding breath as you knock on the door. You have a sudden urge to run back to Jisung and drag him here with you to help ease the nerves. You’re at least somewhat used to having him around when you’re with Chan.

The door cracks open and there he is. Chan, in nothing but a pair of pale blue sweatpants. He looks freshly washed too, and smells like soap. He opens the door, leaning on it with an outstretched arm as he makes space for you to enter. His sculpted torso emitting a sense of dominance that makes your skin burn and your mouth feel dry.

You nervously glance up to his face to meet his stern expression. You can’t breathe. You can’t move, but somehow your legs take you over the threshold into the bedroom. It smells like Chan and Jisung, mingled in the most beautiful way. It both calms you and frightens you in equal measure.

You barely make it into the room before Chan closes the door and slowly pushes you against the timber. His hand grips your neck holding you in place, and his eyes bore into you. You can’t tell what he’s thinking. Is he angry? Of course he’s angry. Look what you’ve done to him, sleeping with other men in front of him. You close your eyes painfully. 

“Look at me.” He growls, squeezing your neck. You open your eyes but you don’t meet his gaze. You can’t. Chan takes a step closer, his body pressing against you, his hardening length prodding your stomach, his breath hot on your face. “Look at me.” He whispers.

You finally look up and nervously meet his stare. His expression softens and his hand moves from your neck to hold your jaw, running the pad of his thumb along your lower lip. You’re trembling like a leaf as he runs his gaze over your lips, his mouth slightly parted.

“I can’t believe you’re finally here.” His voice is breathy. You swallow hard. He’s so close that you could melt into him, but you’re frozen to the spot. You stand there for what feels like an eternity. Silently. The air is stifling.

“I don’t know how I want to do this.” He chuckles with a half smile.

“What do you mean?” Your voice cracks.

He smiles again, this time warmly. “I don’t know if I want to take you slowly and carefully,” his lips brush against your cheek, and you slowly close your eyes at the brief contact. Your legs turn to jelly and you ache in your chest as well as your core, and you’re so wet too. You need Chan so fucking much it hurts.

“Or,” his gaze follows his hand as it drifts down to your waist and taking hold of the hem of your shirt. He bites his luscious, juicy lips as he slowly lifts your top off over your head, letting it drop to the floor, and he sighs when he sees your breasts. 

“Or?” You choke, urging him on.

“Or… if I should fuck you hard.” He looks back up at you. “I know you like it rough, hmm.” His hands explore your body freely for the very first time. 

“You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to touch you.” He sighs, his hand cupping your breast and rubbing his thumb over your nipple.

“Chan,” you choke “that night with Minho…when I was laying on you… all I wanted was for you to touch me like this… like you’re doing now.” 

He leans in to your ear “You don’t know hard it was not to touch you more than I did.” He pulls back “It was driving me fucking crazy.” He admitted.

You tentatively place your hands on Chan’s chest. “Chan,” You whisper “You can do anything you want to me.” you say. “But could you please hurry the fuck up because I am so nervous right now that I can hardly breathe.”

Chan laughs under his breath before turning serious. “Okay.” He nods, exhaling, preparing himself, or trying to find the courage to make a move.

You slide your hands up from his chest to wrap them around his neck, encouraging him to lean in towards your lips. His lips ghost against yours for a moment and electricity surges through your body. And then it’s happening. Chan presses his mouth against yours, taking you in a soft tender kiss, before pulling away momentarily.

Gentle kissing mustn’t be enough for him and he is back on you with a rough, urgent, searing hot kiss. A kiss that sets you on fire and melts away the nerves and anxiety. You're pushed harder against the door as his kisses become messy. His tongue finds yours making you moan into his mouth, and his hands slide down to cup your ass, squeezing the cheeks. He growls as his fingers dig into the flesh. “So fucking perfect.”

You pull away panting, trying to catch your breath. “Chan,” he kisses you again. “Mmm, Chan…please.” you manage.

“Yes baby?” he peppers kisses on your cheek, making his way to your neck.

“I need… I can’t wait any longer.” you whimper.

Chan lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his waist as he takes you to the bed, setting you down on the edge of the mattress. He slides to his knees as you lean back on your elbows, and you feel your body shaking in anticipation of what is to come.

“Open your legs up for me.” He bites his lip as he pushes your knees wide. “Fuck.” He breaths when his eyes drop to your lace covered core.

“I need to take these off you.” You lick your lips seductively and he slides your underwear down your legs and tosses them over his shoulder. You can’t help but laugh at how dramatic he is. He pushes your knees wide again and his eyes land on your naked pussy, making you blush deep red and your nerves come to the forefront once more.

Chan has seen you naked already, but having him deliberately looking at your most intimate parts sends shock waves through you.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Babygirl.” he declares again. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to taste you either.” His hands massage the insides of your thighs as he eats you out with his eyes. His mouth hangs loose and his tongue slips out the corner, curling slightly. It’s like he’s salivating at the sight. “I can see you’re so wet for me too.” His hand slides up to your center and he rubs a thumb over your lips. “Yep. So wet.” 

You shudder. He nestles in closer so he can get a better look at your pussy, using his fingers to explore your folds, spreading them to expose your clitoris and your entrance. You gasp at the sensation of his hands finally touching you in ways you've only ever imagined. You watch him as he bites his lip and growls with approval as he runs a finger up from your vagina to your clit.

“So this is what everyone has been fucking, huh?” he remarks as he slides two fingers straight into you. You cry out at the sudden and aggressive intrusion, then melt around him relishing having Chan’s fingers inside your body.

“You’re pussy’s so tight. I’m not sure how you’re going to take me.” He withdraws his fingers only to come back with three. “Yep, really fucking tight. It’s going to be a stretch for you.” He lifts an eyebrow and glances up at you. “But I know you’ll be a good girl when I make you take every inch of me. You are good girl, right?” He looks at you questioningly.

You nod and throw your head back, moaning from just his words. You're startled when you feel Chan’s mouth on your clit, latching on with his warm, wet mouth. His fingers dig into your g spot, overwhelming you with pleasure.

“You taste so fucking good. I’ve only had a second hand taste before, and I’ve been feral for it ever since.” 

“Channie… please… I don’t want my first time coming with you to be like this…” you pant.

“No? How do you wanna come, I’ll give you anything you want, yeah?”

“I want to come on your cock.” you declare, desperately.

Chan removes his fingers from your pussy, and reaches up towards you. “I need you to know how good you taste first.” 

You sit up taking his hand in yours, guiding his fingers to your mouth. You close your eyes as you suck the fingers that were inside of you, knowing that it is driving Chan crazy.

“Up on the bed.” He orders, and you hurry yourself to lay up near the headboard. You can smell Jisung on the pillow. Strawberries. The scent calms you, but also excites you for what is to come when you can all be together.

Chan wastes no time shedding his sweatpants and climbing onto the bed on top of you, and you explore his toned body with your hands. You notice his muscles are tense and strained. “Are you okay, Chan?” You whisper, stroking his back.

“Just imagining what it’s gonna feel like.” His voice is strained too, not just his muscles. You trace his abdominals, running your fingertips down his torso and carefully wrap your fingers around his cock. You didn't really had the chance to explore it with your hand before, even though you've seen it several times in the last few days, and had it rough in your mouth. He is thick, as well as long, and you wonder how Jisung manages to take him in his mouth, or his ass, so effortlessly.

“That’s it, y/n, your hand feels so good working my cock like that.” He grits his teeth and sets his sights on your breasts. Hungrily, he latches onto a nipple, swirling his tongue around, and nipping it slightly. His other hand is busy caressing the other. You arch up into Chan hoping he’ll become more urgent with his ministrations.

You are more than ready for him now. You need him. You can’t hold out any longer. You release your hand from his cock and hold onto his shoulders. “Please Channie… I’m ready.” 

“Yeah?” he kisses your neck, then your cheek and then dives onto your mouth again, before pulling away. 

“Yeah… so bad…please hurry.” You whine. You sound so pathetic and needy, but you don’t care.

All you can think about is Chan inside of you, filling you, stretching you, fucking you.

“Okay, gorgeous…” Chan leans back onto his knees “I’m gonna need you to spread wide open again for me… that’s it... Show me that pussy again. Yes… like that.” He approves as he bends your knees up towards your chest at the same time as pushing them as wide as he can.

“God… so ready… so swollen too…” he looks up at you concerned. 

“What? What is it?” You ask worried.

“Binnie, he didn’t hurt you did he?” Chan looked expectantly at you. “Because… I can go slow.” 

You throw your head back onto the pillow, feeling a mix of frustration and admiration for the man in front of you. “Channie,” you wail. “I just need you…. I don’t care how…” You meet his eyes. “I just need you. Right. Now.” you beg.

With your legs pinned up around your underarms, Chan leans over to kiss you once again, slow and tentatively.  As your melt into each other, your arms are back around his neck, and you feel him finally at your entrance.

“You really ready, cos I’m not stopping now?” He whispers low.

“I’m ready.” you respond in agony.

Both of you are visibly shaking with anticipation and need as the head of his cock squeezes inside of you. You suck in a breath just as Chan let’s out a sigh. You weren't expecting the stretch. He wasn’t expecting the tightness. “I know your soaking wet, but fuck you’re tight.”

“Feels good…” you murmur.

“Look at me, Babygirl.”You lock eyes on him. He takes a deep breath and then sinks himself into you, inch by inch, until he bottoms out. Your walls slowly stretch around him, accepting him, welcoming him, although there is a lot of resistance there too.

“Fuck!” he shudders whilst you start panting short, shallow breaths. You both take a moment to adjust, your shock turning into stupid giggles. 

“Oh my god,” You breath “I can’t believe I have you inside of me right now.”

“Y/n… Oh fuck… you feel so… so perfect.” He squeezes his eyes shut trying to compose himself. He hadn’t even started moving yet.

You hold each other close as he begins to withdraw his cock. You can’t help but look down in awe as you see the length of his cock appear, glistening with your juices, only to disappear back inside of you. Chan does this a few more times, each thrust gliding easier than the last. It doesn’t take long until he has built up a rhythm that’s forceful and consistent.

“You’re taking me so well… squeezing me… sucking me back in.” He grunts. “Was your cunt this hungry for everyone else’s cocks? Hmm?”’

His crude words sound so sexy, making you mewl underneath him. “Tsk. Tsk. Such a greedy little pussy you have… happy for anyone to fill it up. Happy to come on anyone’s cock, yeah?”  

Your eyes widened, and Chan smirks. “That’s right, love. I haven’t forgotten about your punishment you know.” He thrusts become brutal, his hips slapping against you, causing you to slide up the mattress. “After this the only cocks you’ll crave is mine and Jisung’s. I promise you’ll never need, you’ll never want, anyone else’s cocks but ours.”’

“I love you Chan.” You cry. It slips out of your mouth. “I fucking love you so much.”

You wrap your legs around his waist, bringing him close to kiss him. He props himself up on an elbow and cups your face with his other hand, stilling for a moment. “Y/n, I love you too.” He says seriously, happiness radiating from his eyes.

Your heart bursts, and a warmth wash over you. He begins to move again. The pressure inside you builds rapidly as Chan’s cock starts to pound against your cervix, your walls squeezing him tighter.

“You’re close, baby, I can feel it.” He slides a hand down between you to stimulate your clit.

“Come for me, y/n. I want to see you come for me this time.”

And you do. You feel like you've been shattered into a billion pieces, as your walls pulse around Chan for what feels like an eternity. You hold your breath as you feel the exquisite release, gripping his shoulders hard until your knuckles turn white. As your orgasm wanes, your walls relax until they are gently fluttering around Chan’s cock.

He grins, picking up the pace again, chasing his own climax now. His moans ranging from breathy gasps to deep long grunts, until eventually his hips stutter and finally he owns you, claims you, as he paints your insides. 

Chan takes a moment to catch his breath and you wipe the perspiration from his brow. “Sungie’s right.” He leans in resting his forehead on yours. “You feel so beautiful when you come.”

After a few long moments, Chan pulls himself from you and collapses beside you on the bed.

You're so overwhelmed with what’s just happened that you start to sob, unable to stop the tears.

“y/n?” Chan is at your side wrapping an arm around you. “Did I hurt you?” he holds you close.

“Chan,” you sob “that felt so perfect. You felt so… it was…” the tears pour down your face. But then you start to laugh. “I can’t wait to do it again.” you declare laughing and crying all at once. Chan strokes your arm and then wipes your tears away the best he can. “There’s so much still to do… to try… with Jisung too, yeah?” 

“Mmm hmm.” you nod in agreement.

“Come on, let’s run a bath. Let me wash you. Would you like that?”

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[nogenderbee]

Could I request Zhongli, Thoma, Ayato, and Al-Haitham, and Kaveh hearing their lover talking about how they want to spend an eternity with them?

Of course! Again oneshots to make the reactions different for all. But yeah I had lots of fun doing it so hope you like it too! <3

Zhongli, Thoma, Ayato, Alhaitham, Kaveh being told you want to spend an eternity with them

TagList: @bleachtheidiot

You and Zhongli had your classic and well known date, which was simple and yet enjoyable, so called tea date! You always chatted or listened to your boyfriend's stories, and his voice was always able of calming you down~

"... and that's how it ended. I could tell you a bit about the events that happened in the meantime. Have I told you about those time or have I not mentioned them untill now?"

"I don't think you did."

You were admiring him at this point, he may've thought that it's because you payed attention to what he's talking about at first but now when it was just you responding, and you still looked at him with this dreamy gaze, he knew there was something going on.

"Is everything alright, dear?"

"Yes, I was only thinking about how much I want to spend eternity you~"

That catched him off guard but he only showed surprised expression. He was a bit flustered but he wasn't blushing. He just cleared his throat and decided to move in from there.

"Ehem, thank you. I dearly hope your wish can come true. I'd be really happy as well if it would."

It was normal for you to visit Thoma when he was doing his job or was during his break. Maybe it was to help him or to simply spend time with him. Either way, he never really mind! In fact, he was more than happy to see your face and it always gave him the boost of motivation he needed.

Even now he was just finishing watering flowers at Kamieato Estate and yet he was also planning your date out loud.

"And after that little walk of ours, I thought of treating you to some sweet! Miss Ayaka gave me good place recommendation!"

You really found it quite impressive that he could do his work properly and think of you without a problem. Sure, Ayaka did helped him but that's still something! You couldn't help but let him somehow know how glad you are for him.

"That's perfect~ I really wish to spend eternity with no on else but you."

Boy's eyes went wide and shade of red quickly spread across his cheeks, as he became to stutter. He tries calming himself down but it seemed like it's of no use in front of you.

"A-Ah, thank you... you're... very kind... that's nothing new of course! I- My wish is the same, trust me dear."

You and Ayato just had a little walk. It wasn't a date but more like simple hangout to make the bond between you stronger. You were simply holding hands and chatting, even tho comfortable silence also had it's place.

"that's why I think dates like that turn out the best for us. But I saw that you enjoy those too, isn't that right?"

"Yes. You know me so well!"

"I try my best. If we plan to spend future with each other, it's only reasonable."

"Mhm, I wish to spend eternity with you~"

These words really just slipped from your mouth but it looks like he didn't mind at all. In fact, he seemed somehow pleased by your answer as he had a little smile on his face.

"Those are bold words. But I do feel the same. As long as I can, I'll always choose you~ in any life."

Maybe he was so calm because he expected it? Or he felt the same towards you for a long time and just didn't knew how to say it? Or maybe it's the fact he comes from region of eternity? Many questions and yet so little answers. But it doesn't matter! After all both of you have those lovey dovey smiles on your faces~

Quiet dates were common thing between you and Alhaitham. Even now he was reading a book as you were doing your own things, but he also held your hand with his free hand.

But you suddenly got an idea or maybe your mind just wandered somewhere... whether was it for the sake of making him at least a bit flustered or because you genuinely wanted him to know... lovely words left your mouth.

"You know, I really wish to spend eternity with no one other than you..."

"Thank you, I'm glad we both think the same. I can't wait to see what the future will be like for us."

He says it almost as if he expected it, as if it was already so obvious to him. But you know him and you made sure to look closely... when your said those words, is eyes went wide a bit and even now he has problems with focusing back on his book, he may even quickly look your way from time to time.

He was trying his best to hide how flustered that made him but you couldn't let go so simply! So of course you added few more words to tease him~ And as you do, a faint blush appears on his face.

"It seems like my words moved you a bit~"

"Only a bit. It's expected reaction when I hear my lover say such a thing."

Kaveh and you were classically walking around while he was rambling to you about what kind of project he had in mind recently. He never liked to spend time with you in his house because of his roommate... long story short, you usually hangout outside.

But today, when you two were walking, you couldn't focus on what he's talking as you were lost in your thoughts.

"Hey! Earth to Y/N! What were you even daydreaming of?"

"Oh! Well... I was just thinking of how I wish we could spend eternity together..."

"What-!?"

You definitely made him blush, but he also liked the idea of spending so much time with you. He was simply a bit shocked to answer you instantly.

"Mhm, I thought of how it can look... you know, our house, our life... all of that."

He definitely needed some time to calm down so you stood silent for few seconds to let him do just that. And soon after, you finally received a reply from him!

"It sounds lovely~ I think I already have few ideas on aesthetic of our house. I'm sure you'll like it!"

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[httpsghostie]

ok hear me out- hurt/comfort with your dad best friend!ghost 🫢 i'm just craving for more of that series...

LOOK idk if you meant nsfw or sfw so I wrote what came to mind and didn't think much of it, still, feel free to ask if u want anything else 🩷

literally had an argument w my narcissistic mother today and almost broke the house down 😀 wish I had a dilf like Simon to run to smh

I hope u enjoy cuz idk I'm sad bro

Summary: you show up at Simon's door seeking for his comfort.

Word Count: around 600

Warnings: dbf!Simon 'Ghost' Riley x female!reader, kinda angst?, hurt/comfort situation blablabla

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"Horrible fucking day." 

Black eyeliner and mascara stained your swollen cheeks after crying for what felt like eternity. Simon stood there, inside his apartment, still holding the doorknob and trying to understand if this was somehow a joke. He had a confused expression, lips parting to formulate a sentence, but he just stepped back and signed for you to come in.

"What happened?" 

He asked as he headed to the kitchen and put some water in the kettle to make you a warm cup of tea. You sank on his couch, holding your knees to your chest in a fetal position and broke down in tears again.

"Fucking everything." You sobbed. "Why do I always have to do everything wrong, why do I have to be such a bad person?"

"You're… not?"

"I am. I am a terrible person in my mom's terms." He raised his eyebrows and sighed as you slowly started to talk louder.

"What did she do now?"

"Apparently I can't use my fucking voice in that fucking house, she's always the right one in every situation, she's never wrong, Simon, she's never fucking wrong."

"Ok, love, that's a lot of fucks, even for me."

You chuckled as he poured the water in a mug and brought you tea. It smelled so good, even though your nose was blocked from crying too much you could still sense the sweet smell of such a simple thing as his tea.

You had an exquisite relationship with Simon, he was best friends with your father, so anything besides talking kinda felt wrong. But he was such a good person to you, he truly understood your feelings and besides the point, he was the one you ran to whenever something bad happened, just like right now.

You sipped the tea, starting to calm down little by little.

"Better now?" He was sitting on the coffee table in front of you, and for a moment you wondered how the hell did that furniture not break with his weight. You nodded. "See? Tea makes everything better."

"You're so chronically british." You laughed.

"Oh, come on, I gave you a beautiful smile, hm?" Despite the unspoken restrictions from interacting with a girl that was way younger than him, he couldn't contain his flirtatious tone when he was alone with you.

"Ok, Simon, ok." You laughed with him and took a few more sips of his delicious tea.

"Alright, you, my dear, look worse than me when I take my mask off after being on a mission for three days in a row without sleeping."

"Thank you?" You giggled as he went to the bathroom and picked some wipes.

"Close your eyes." He said, standing behind you on the couch, trying to make you stop laughing. You laid your head back and smiled as he wiped your makeup off. "There you go, much better."

"Thanks, Si." You opened your eyes and looked at his upside down figure smiling softly at you.

Your eyes met, and suddenly you were lost in his deep ocean eyes, falling in a trance. Both of your smiles faded as his hands gently caressed your cheeks, leaning his body towards you. He gave you a peck on the forehead and one on your nose, then softly kissed your lips.

"Always."

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[juvenillia]

~ Death of Peace of Mind ~ 02: too close

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem!reader

photo credits go to very talented @ave661

a/n: this is the first time for me writing something like this, so bare with me if the actions scenes are a bit sloppy, I'll get the hang of it, idc about the actual height of reader, but we're at least the smallest in the group, also little extra note: I'll go on vacation upcoming Saturday and won't be able to write for two weeks, I try really hard atm to prepare as much chapters as possible for the time ahead

CW/TW: mentions of canon violence, smoking, closing off due mental illness

wordcount: 3.2k

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The first beams of sunlight broke through the window just above the bed. Your eyes trailing over the rays of light that were dancing on the ceiling. You lay awake for what felt like eternity. The night was somehow restless, again. By now you committed to a few hours of sleep. As few as possible but as much as necessary. Keeping the risk low to trigger your nightmares. Keeping the chance low to have to look into his eyes again. A lump was forming in your throat while you let your thoughts roam back and forth.  Maybe you should learn about a thing called power-napping, you read it in a magazine some time ago while sitting in a coffee shop. It really could save you one day.

With that thought you pushed yourself out of bed. Putting on a casual sports fit. Now that the sun was finally up, there was no need any more to stay in bed. You put a cap on, pulled your hair through the back. Laced your boots up and went out for some casual morning rounds around the base. Price already told you their usual morning routine and it was kind of funny, how all military bases had a quite similar routine. You sneak through the hallway to go outside. Trying to keep as quit as possible to wake no one. It was still early, even for the military. As soon as your feet touched the gritted ground you started running. Keeping a good pace while rounding the base. At some point you nodded your greetings to a few other people already awake and going after whatever, they pleased. You decided to pick up your pace. You didn’t want to waste all your energy, but still wanted to push yourself a bit further. You had quite some busy day ahead, so you needed to get yourself going.

You took a few more corners until you heard a voice. “Skadi.”, turning around you were greeted with a blissful smile. You stopped in your track, jogging slowly at the spot. “Madainn mhath!”, [Good morning] Soap breathed out after catching up to you. “Good morning.”, you replied with a quiet snicker. Your reaction earns you an even brighter smile from the Scot. “Yer understood?”, his eyes were nearly beaming. It was somehow adorable, and you knew, that the two of you would get along at ease. Maybe too good for your liking. “Seems like it.”, you shrugged off while keeping your legs busy. “Dae ya mind if I join ya?”, a nod with a slight smile was your only response. So, both of you started jogging around the base. Not talking much, at least for your part. You were rather listening to everything Soap gladly explained you. The way the team works together, each specialty, some pet peeves, their little rituals. Some fun anecdotes from after mission celebrations. He really was chatty, and you gladly listened in. He was so sincere and pure, plus all his words gave you a good overview about everyone. They also gave you a warm feeling around your chest. Even if you tried to avoid this kind of reaction, he was just too genuine.

Still, you barely told him about yourself. It didn’t sit right with you. He learned that you were quite an allrounder when it comes to the job and that you were obviously an early bird. He didn’t know that you were also a night owl. The sweet nemesis called sleep. A fight you’ll win one day, hopefully not on your last day. He also learned that Price and you met about three years ago. Not really how, but that it was for a coincidence that comes with the job. Also, he learned that you were quite capable of speaking a few languages and understanding even more. He quite often threw some Scottish at you and for once in his life (while being outside of his home of course) he didn’t get scolded for it. It was clear to see that he enjoyed your company, and you would’ve lied to say you didn’t enjoy his. It felt just smooth.

After some time, you came to a halt. Catching your breath, you couldn’t remember the last time you were talking so much while running. Stretching your body while bending down to grab the front of your boots. Halting the position on suspense. Suddenly you saw a bottle in front of you, Soap held it out for you to grab. “Thanks.”, you gladly took it and nearly downed half of it.  He only nodded, still a happy smile around his lips. How can a person be smiling non-stop. “Dinnea know about ya, but ‘m starving.”, he exhaled with a chuckle, drinking his own water. “Wanna head to the canteen?”, he looked at you with those clear blue eyes. As you gained your posture again you let out a slight sigh. “Sorry Soap. Still have to unpack and other stuff to do.”, you didn’t look at him. Sure, it was a half-assed excuse, but you didn’t want to get his expectations too high and if you were honest, you didn’t want to get too close. You already felt so comfortable in his company. Too comfortable. You needed to keep your guard up. He was a stranger after all. Maybe he wasn't even such a nice guy, maybe he only treated you so wholesome because of your gender and therefore some different assets. Maybe he had strictly different intentions in his behavior. You couldn't tell, and you shouldn't care.

But maybe that’s why you never called the cute barista guy from around the corner, back at your place. Because he was too genuine, too innocent. You gave it a lot of thoughts to be honest. He was a nice dude, he memorized all your preferred drinks depending on the weather and had them always ready when you came back from your morning run. You loved routine and you kinda enjoyed that he became a part of it, but sooner or later it would break apart anyways. He was just too good for you. He wouldn't be able to keep up with you. It surely wouldn't be something more than a lousy one night stand, what wasn't your thing at all. You were too complicated, too distant and you couldn't let yourself believe that someone could even show a glimpse of honest interest. Well, that's at least what you told yourself all the time to justify pushing everyone away. Same for Marc, or was his name Maik? Your neighbor next door, he even invited you for his wedding. Did you go? Of course not. You only send a card, not even able to look him in the eye to congratulate him.

This way you did what you could do best, you started closing off to the man in front of you. For the rounds it was different. Here it was only the two of you, two comrades having a morning run and just some little introduction, but heading for breakfast together, that was already a commitment. A commitment you were not capable of taking. You’d rather pick a quick snack before looking for Price. See what he has planned out for you today, and God, you hoped it was just getting to know everyone around the base. Spoiler alert, he had different plans.

To your surprise Soap did understand, still wearing a slightly disappointed glance, but he didn't push it and so, you parted your ways.

Going after your day wasn’t so hard. Price introduced you around, you finally got your keycard, you had to fill out a few formulars. Stuff was going along easily and most of the times you were on your own. Until you heard Price’s voice again. He told you, that they could need your help with today’s rookie lesson, and you gladly accepted the duty. Gladly, until you were greeted by Soap and Ghost. Latter didn’t really greet you, but at least he was polite enough to nod towards you. The men were already standing and watching a bunch of recruits still chatting away. You walked over to them with Price at your side. Standing next to Soap and watching the crowd not paying much attention to your arrival. Ghost only needed to step forward to gain the attention of every youngling around. He held an intimidating appearance.

 “Listen up.” He yelled out and you totally felt the thick air. He was already a behemoth of a man, but his voice plus the mask really made a silhouette that was frightening. It reminded you of something you’d rather forget. Yourself straighten up as he begun, but before he kept going, Soap stepped forward. Seemed like Ghost was only here to keep them in line and Soap was the official speaker. Maybe it was better for the recruits this way. Soap quickly explained that they were doing sparring sessions today. Especially learning how to read the intentions of your enemy and to be able to be a step ahead before their actual move. You remember how your first sessions were and how you were barely able to keep up with your opposite. How time flies, you thought to yourself and kept your attention on Soaps words. He had quite a way to motivate the younglings in front of him.

Your glance traveling over the faces and catching quite some few females as well. It always brought you a pleasant feeling in your stomach to see, that more and more women would join the army. Especially because you were always underestimated. Your path from the beginning till here was an odyssey. Not talking about the bone crushing weight on your shoulders by now, but to start through in the military as a woman was nearly impossible some time ago. Way too many prejudices.

 The recruits were told to find each other a partner for today's session. Soap and Ghost would give them a quick demonstration of what they were up to. So, Price and you would be teamed up in that case. That wasn’t to be going to be so bad, you heard your words echoing through your mind.

That was until you heard the raspy voice of the Lieutenant again. "Don't mix up genders. Shall stay fair.", he exclaimed dry and that way he earned a scoffed chuckle. He turned around and faced you with a death glare. Soap immediately turning around looking at the scenario with shock in his eyes. "Have a problem with that Seargent?", his voice went even deeper when he turned his whole body towards you. Soap made a gesture with his hand shaking before his throat, symbolizing you to stop what you were doing. Unlucky for everyone around - except your Captain - you were way too stubborn to retreat now. "Just a suggestion but let them pick their opponents themselves regardless the gender. Nobody cares on the battlefields either.", you stated calm, your glance not adverting. Price watched the whole scenery a bit too curious. He knew the two of your for quite some time and he already expected that the tension between you would become thrilling.

Ghost stepped closer to you. You couldn't read him, but you could definitely see that you pissed him off. His eyes burning into yours. "We should keep it easy by now.", he was only a few inches away from you. You stared back, looking in that chocolate iris. You could've just backed down, but it was too challenging. "So, you believe women are not worthy a challenge?", your eyes never retreating his state. He was so damn pissed. He stepped even closer to you, you could feel his hot breath even through the mask, brushing a long your skin and sending shivers done your spine.

Soap wanted to step in, but Price let just a hand rest on his shoulder, signaling him to stay out of this. "I'm only saying that they have to learn something without getting real injuries before even placing a foot on the battle ground." He hissed through gritted teeth. He didn't even know why he argued with you, but he couldn't stand it. He knew that one shouldn't miscalculate about the opposite gender. But the way you interrupted him, the way you looked at with him with such a stubborn glance.

It made him furious. But the way you didn't even reacted the slightest to his presence. Well, you did, but you were to pride to show it. "Then you underestimate them." - "They have to learn before proofing themselves." - "You only learn when you can try and error." - "Error doesn't mean getting real hurt." - "Okay, so you're sure about them getting hurt." It went on like this for some time. Back and forth, staying always in polite line, but the tension grew with each word.

Soap looked the most nervous of all watching the two of you battling with your words. Price still holding him back. Of course, a situation with only the team would have been better to test the waters out but he would take what he could. "You're stepping a line, Seargent." He literally growled at you. "Then you're also underestimate me, Lieutenant.", you hissed back at him. Right here, right now you noticed how close he was standing in front of you. Your breath brushing along his mask, and his hot steaming breaths dancing over your bare skin. He was way too close for your liking.

Standing across of each other and staring holes into the other person. You only realized now how huge he was, trying to literally stare you down into the ground. A ground you would gladly like to stand.

"Why don't you pair up and we will see who's right.", a mocking voice of the recruits let both of your heads snap out of the haze you were in. You leaned a bit back. You didn't even notice how you tried to make yourself taller in front of him. "That's...", just as Ghost wanted to scold the rookie, Price stepped in, "a wonderful idea. This way we can exactly demonstrate a perfect example." He stepped forward looking at both of you. A slight chuckle escaped your lips, still looking with vitally at Ghost. His chest was waving heavy. He tried to steady himself and his temper. "Why not.", you turned around to move to the mat that was originally reserved for Soap and Ghost. The latter following you. "Don't hurt yourself.", he teased and with that he only awakened an insatiable competing desire.

Soap wore a face of a mixture between curiosity and concern. He had pushed Simon a few times before, but this was somehow different. You had no suspicious about each other’s limits and you gladly pushed everything over the edge right now. "Don't hold yourself back, big boy." Even with the mask you know his face would be burning.

You already fought bigger guys than him, just keep your cools and be observant. Just pinning him down once would be enough to proof your point. Your mind literally switched and cutting all of the unnecessary surrounding out. He was nothing different to any of them, but oh lord, you were so wrong with that statement. You could see a switch in his eyes, something you knew too well yourself.

In a heated movement he already reached out to you, trying to get hold of you. For a guy with his build, he was especially fast. Something you didn't suspected. Before you could think of your first turn, his giant hands were already onto your shoulders pressing you down. Lucky for you, you were particularly flexible and even more agile. You find a way to bend yourself out, but Ghost was soon on it. Throwing one of his legs in your direction to block your way out. You reached with your free hand to use his thigh as support to push yourself further up. His hands gripped for your wrist to pull you down once more, but he missed, so you saw your chance. Throwing your legs up and literally over his throat. Forcing him down. His legs were weaker in the position he found himself in, so he slowly bends over. He reached for your waist to throw you over his shoulder, but you were quick to use your hands to get a grip of his statue. Pulling yourself further up, that you would literally split his arms away with your thighs. Your completely weight pushing him down, until his knees gave in, and he found himself with his back on the mat. Your upper half resting inches away from his throat, where you had placed one of your arms to give it a bit more strength. Hovering slowly over him. A self-content smile on your lips, you looked him in his eyes. He just stared back; his eyes quite blank. You could feel his heavy breaths onto you, his chest rising and lowering just like your own. Now you were the one staring him down.

Soap was completely paralyzed by the scene in front of him, and Price only chuckled watching his charges. He knew from the beginning that the two of you needed a lot of patience with each other, especially when pushing each other so far, but he also believed that you would fit in just perfectly. You could learn so much from everyone around so that the 141 could even grow better and closer. Ghost for his part was really glad he had his mask. His face burnt from the heat of his own skin. Ashamed, anger, annoyance. He couldn't tell it apart. So many thoughts flooded his brain while staring into your eyes. "You know how to retread, don't ya Lieutenant?", your voice pulling him out of his mind. He let out a completely pissed groan, before lifting his hand and tapping two times at your thigh. You gladly stood up from your place.

You knew he did spare you; he didn't used his full strength on you but this way he really did underestimate you. A mistake he would never commit twice. You reached out a hand to help him up, but he only ignored it and stood up with no problem. You shrugged it off. "Don't be such a sore loser.", Soap cried out behind your back, but Simon did ignore him. He rather shouted at the recruits to keep starting. You turned around and Price gave you a paternal thumbs up, which only made you shake your head. You didn't give too much attention to Soap though. Still letting the incident of the morning washing over your mind. Ghost also looked out for getting away as fast and as far as possible from the Scot. He knew Johnny would be nonstop teasing him about the situation, and Simon couldn't even blame him, therefore. His cheeks were still streaming hot.

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[choicesmc]

Let This Be My Punishment

MC: Fiona Lightwood Book: Laws of Attraction Word Count: 730 Summary: Fiona is forever haunted by what he is and cannot be. Banner: The Dying Swan by Tretchikoff Vladimir Prompt: Deity Inspiration List - [Erinyes] Taglist: @choicesmaychallenge24

trigger warnings: queerphobia and homophobia nothing is explicit but as the center of the fic, i wanna cover my bases.

Fiona knew how to ignore ghosts. He knew how to ignore the whispers of rebuke that gripped him as he patted down his skirt. He knew to move past the occasional queasiness when pressed chaste kisses against Gabe’s soft skin. He knew to stifle the nightmares that wrestled him awake in the middle of the night. 

Or, at least, he’d thought he’d known. 

He thought he was past the nightmare stage. It’d been so long since he startled himself awake, replaying that damned day over and over in his mind.

 He never made the same choices. Sometimes he kept his head down, eyes trained on the burning hands of his fiancee on his thigh. Sometimes, he played it off as a joke, becoming ever so slightly hysterical when no one –not his fiance, not his father, and especially not his mother– believed him. 

Sometimes, he left the table yelling and cursing the awful, awful truth. At times, he brought his fiance close, turning to his father and lying through gritted smiles that he’d never, not once, had ever even considered the improbable, unacceptable, impossible idea that he might like the feel of silk dress over the finest pants. Or confessed that men, men!, could be so beautiful as to compel Fiona to his knees in desperate worship. No. He’d bite his tongue like a coward than spit out disgrace. 

Not that the outcome ever really changed. 

This time, he’d gently taken his mother’s hands and placed them around his neck. 

It wasn’t hard. Fiona had always known the virtues of suffering. Always known that the life he now lived required his eternal repentance. It was the only option he’d be given. It was the life he chose. And Fiona was old enough to suffer its consequences.

Uwakwe sat at the table. The first seat to the left of his father. His bride-to-be, his fiancée, Chiamaka sat beside him. Her hand lingered on his thigh, sly and coy, burning against his every instinct. 

His mother, Kachu, pressed against Fiona’s pulse. It throbbed under her touch, vein hammering away with each lingering moment. It begged for her forgiveness. Begged to accept everything he was, even if only through his death. 

“Uwakwe,” his mother spat, placing her son as yet another obstacle to overcome, “This is not enough.”

No, Fiona prayed, It is not. 

 “Uwakwe,” his mother spoke. Her hand gave his pulse another squeeze. It was almost taunting. “This is a dream.” 

It is real, Fiona whispered, Had I given you my neck, you would have squeezed. Had I said nothing you would have done something. This is as real as it is a dream.

Her hands grew cold on his neck. When she spoke again, her voice warbled, swirling with the voice of his father, mingling with Chiamaka’s. She didn’t speak things Fiona knew to understand. 

There was a time I did understand, Fiona wondered, there had been a time when I knew those sounds better than anyone else, hadn’t there?

Instead, he kept perfectly still, allowing his mother to abuse him. Relishing the familiar way she cut at him, the crash of phonemes against his ear, grating and mocking him with each roll of their tongues. 

Fiona let that haunting lullaby move him from his bed. He pushed it behind his brain as he picked up his phone, eyes softly closing at the sound of Gabe’s instructing voice to leave a message at the tone. 

Fiona left a sweet message. A simple ‘Good morning, darling.’, the type that whispered honey and kisses and soft sheets and lingering mornings. The type that hid worried curses and silent tears. The type that Gabe, somehow, always heard anyway. 

Donning his most risqué shirt he could probably get away with, Fiona pretended not to notice as the fabric prickled his fingers, drawing his disgrace to light. Squirming into a tight, bedazzled pencil skirt, he let the criticisms stain him –even pausing to admire his open disobedience in the glimmer of eyeshadow and the gloss of his painted lips. 

Fiona didn’t know to ignore ghosts. He knew how to live with them. He knew how to integrate them so deeply into everything he was that to separate him from his ghosts was to give him a purity he didn’t deserve. Fiona would never be pure. 

The closest he’d ever get to purity was this endless suffering.

Author's Note: for a little more context you might wanna read [this] post. I associate a lot of Christian imagery with Fiona cuz it's how he was raised so, idk, I foolishly thought it would be kinda easy to find something analogous in greek mythos but, spoiler, it was not.

but the erinyes jumped at me because yeah! that's how fiona lives his life! Hoping y'all had fun/enjoyed reading my suffering (<- loving and affectionate) ♥

[the-faceless-bride]

Love Me, love me not...

This is the third chapter before the big and final chapter!! This one will show some more light on how relationships were with the boys... Well, the good times at least... This chapter has some Micheal!!!

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<- part 2

The last few days have been hell, you've done nothing but lay in bed and cry... You just wanted to wake up and this all be a bad dream.

You walked down the light-up boardwalk looking for the man you've been distracting yourself with...

You missed them...

You missed Paul and the silly jokes he would make when you both danced and laughed...

You laughed as Paul jumped up onto the dried-out fountain as he dramatically lip-syncs to the words.

You smile up at him from your spot on a blanket next to the boombox that loudly played his favorite song, he puts his hands out toward you but you can only bashfully turn away from him,

"What's the matter babe? Can't dance?!" He jokingly yells to you over the echoing music, he hops down before launching himself over you he pulled your head to him until your nose was touching his, still whispering the words, the both of you now giggling before sharing a sweet kiss...

You missed Marko and the way he somehow always pulled you into his mischief...

You didn't have time to process what was happening, all you knew was yelling and hurried footsteps before you felt two glove-covered yet rather chilly hands land on your shoulder before jotting down your arms to you hands and pulling you along, "com'on baby! Run!"

You let Marko drag you down the boardwalk and through alleyways.

The sound of a large group of angry and loud surfers yelling and cursing at Marko, but Marko only laughed.

He looked back to you with his round for-like eyes, a smile across his face as he laughed at what he had gotten the both of you into.

It wasn't until he had cut a corner and picked you up, you both levitated and were shrouded in shadows as the group ran past you both ranting about finding you both.

After a few more moments he let you both drop, he looked around your shoulder and behind him before looking back to you.

He pressed a quick and nippy kiss to your lips before pulling back and finally pulling a stuffed animal from nowhere and handing it to you.

Seems you found out why they were chasing him...

You looked around, the loud music playing and dancing crowed only making it more difficult to find who you were looking for in the crowd...

You missed your quiet nights or endless chatter with Dwayne under the boardwalk...

You laid on the sandy beach, your body on top of Dwaynes' you couldn't hear any heartbeat but you could feel the vibrations of his voice as you listened to him endlessly rant about the thing the terror twins did that put David in a pissy mood that night.

"I swear, sometimes those two make me want to walk out into the sun." He huffs in amusement and you giggle, looking up at the handsome brunette.

"Don't worry princex you won't have to worry about the sun for a while."

You hummed at the thought, you had thought about becoming one of them. To never grow old, to party all night and sleep all day, to spend the rest of eternity with them.

They never offered to turn you- Dwayne lifted himself, being sure to hold you up to not end up in an awkward position before leaning down and giving you a slow and loving kiss- but if they did, you would say yes...

Finally, you spotted him. The black curls that sat on his head always made you want to run your fingers through his hair...

You missed David...

You sat on the bike facing David practically in his lap, his left hand on your hip and the other holding his cigarette.

"Those are bad for you, y'know?" You teased the bleach blonde and he rolls his eyes.

"Thanks, Dollface but I'm not too concerned." He smirks before he buries his face in your neck giving you a small nip.

You let out a small squeal and hit his shoulder before he pulled back and placed a kiss on your forehead...

You loved when he was in a good mood.

You had made your way to Micheal only getting halfway before your heart skipped a beat, and not in the good way you had grown addicted to feeling...

There he was, the one thing you were holding onto. Practically drooling over the same girl your- err, the boys had been suddenly interested in...

Why. Why was this happening to you? Were you really that bad of a person that the universe felt the need to torture you?

You just wanted to love and be loved, the boys didn't like that and left you for this girl. You are trying again and now he is leaving you for the same girl... What did she have you didn't?

It wasn't Micheal who noticed your presence it was the girl, she looked at you and then Micheal before switching back to you.

"Hi, i- I'm Star." She said with an awkward smile holding out he hand for you to take, you took her hand... But didn't smile back.

You told her your name, nothing more.

And it didn't take long for your night to go from bad to worse.

The boys had shown up, making a show of not only Micheal but also of flirting with Star...

You didn't notice but they were looking at you.

When they touched Star, held her, laughed with her when David challenged Micheal, and held his hand for Star to take, they were all looking at you.

Wishing for a sign, a look, a movement, a comment.

Anything!

Anything that could tell them, you wanted them.

You hadn't just forgotten about them being with Micheal...

That you felt something for them...

But you had only looked at Micheal...

Not because you loved him, not because he was looking at only Star... But because you know if you looked anywhere else you would cry.

You didn't want Micheal to go so you wouldn't have to go home and lay with your thoughts of rejection and sorrow.

But all the boys saw was a statement of loyalty to Micheal... That's who you wanted now. And Marko wanted nothing more than to rip his head off so you would only look at them... At him...

But Micheal wanted Star, that's all he could think about.

He took to David's challenge and while the boys didn't want you and Micheal together it pissed them off that it took something so small and easy to get him to ditch you... If it were them they would've spent all night with you even if it meant missing out on hunting that night.

But the boys couldn't dwell on it for too long, for they had a job to do.

And just like that; Star, The boys, and Micheal had driven away leaving you on the boardwalk, with nothing to do but go home, take a bath, and lay in bed with nothing but your thoughts...

Alone again.

Final part ->

[stuckonmain]

"Yes."

2012 Leo x reader

Fluffy ending to I've Been Tired and 'My Brother's an Idiot' Blues

Sad ending version: "No." and No pt.2

Chapter Summary: You accept Leo's offer to be friends again!! (Or possibly more, mayhaps?)

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  “...Okay.” You said finally, after what felt like an eternity, and Leo snapped his head up to look at you.

  “Really?!” He exclaimed, his voice coming out a few octaves higher than usual.

  You shrugged from the fire escape, and despite your positive words, you looked conflicted. Leo’s heart sank a tad.

  “Lee…you’re a dumbass, but…I miss you more than I’m mad at you, y’know? …I don’t know. I probably shouldn’t have snapped yesterday. But my feelings were hurt.” You said slowly, uncertainly.

  Leo nodded. “Well…can I please…try to make it up to you? I know I can’t take back  what I did, but can I…I don’t know, do things with you…more often? If you want that?”

  “Well…do you want that?” You said glumly. “I don’t want you to hang out with me out of guilt or pity or something-”

  “I’d never hang out with you out of pity! I…I thought you were hanging out with me out of pity.” Leo admitted.

  You snorted. “Oh, so I was mad at you out of pity? Leo, if I didn’t care about you, my feelings wouldn’t be hurt.”

  “Oh.” He said, dumbly. “Wow.”

  “You’re an idiot.” You said with a smile.

  “Wow.” He said again, staring at the ground. “Well- now I’m…even more sorry.”

  “Excellent. You should be. Screw you, Leonardo.” But you were grinning fondly, so he knew you didn’t mean it. 

  “I guess I deserve that.” He smiled.

  “Yeah. You do. You know what I deserve though?” You said, sauntering down the fire escape as dramatically as you could muster without looking stupid.

  “What?” Leo said, staring nervously as you swung your feet recklessly over the railing to hop onto the ladder. He was convinced you were doing it on purpose, just to stress him out.

  “I deserve for you to buy me popsicles. Your brother ate my whole stash.” You said, hopping off the ladder, onto the dumpster lid, before landing next to him  with a dramatic bow, and Leo sighed in relief that you were safe and solidly planted on the ground.

  “(Y/N), that’ll be tough, considering…” He smiled weakly, waving at himself. “This whole deal?”

  You smiled mournfully, sighing. “I know….okay, fine, we’ll do somethin’ else.”

  Leo smiled back, staring at you as you smiled at him with an expression that was a mix between something sweet and a shit-eating smirk, and you were so close to him with the soft morning light in your hair, and you liked him-

  Ugh stop Leo, you’re being creepy, said the voice in his head.

  “I miss this.” He found himself saying, and he could practically feel the blush on his face.

  “Oh, good. Me too.” You said, rubbing the back of your neck. “I…I care about you a lot, Leo, so. I guess it’s nice to know that you care too.”

  “Ditto.” He said, trying and failing to shake off the stilted awkwardness. This wasn’t right, this wasn’t what talking to you was supposed to feel like! 

  He opened his mouth to fill the silence with the first thing he could think of. “I…I don’t like Karai, uhm, in case you were wondering. I don’t know why I’m telling you that, but it’s true.” He said, and then cringed. Way to make things less awkward, Leonardo. Captain Ryan would never.

  “Oh. That’s…cool.” You said, an odd relief in your eyes. 

  “I like someone else, actually…” He said, and oh holy pizza supreme in the sky why was he still talking?! 

  You stared at him blankly. Leo wished that whatever deity was out there would throw some lightning bolts at him just to make him shut up, but you weren’t really replying, so he had to fill the silence somehow-

  “Uhm, you- you probably didn’t need to know that, huh? Who cares about my dumb love life, amiright?” He chuckled, but it was more like a shrill giggle because he had no idea what the hell he was doing-

  You leaned away from him, eyes tired. “Neat, Leonardo.” You said, and your tone was heart wrenching-

  Huh.

  Leonardo wasn’t a complete idiot, and while logical scientific thinking was really more Donnie’s thing, Leo could use it too. And according to his studies of romance via TV, you looked…dejected, with your eyes cast down. Rejected. Sad. …Heartbroken…? 

  Over…him?

  “Unless…do you?” Leo said softly, making eye contact with you as he desperately tried to project the version of him that was Fearless.

  “Do I what?” You said, flatly, glancing over to him.

  “Care. About…you know, me liking people.” Leo said, waiting with bated breath for an answer.

  Your face crumpled. “You’re…you’re being a jerk.” You said it quietly, but there was a dangerous edge to your voice, and Leo immediately felt guilty for a reason he couldn’t quite explain. …He was hurting you. He didn’t know how, but he was evading the truth again and it was hurting you again. 

  …He was sick of lying to you.

  Maybe it was time for a bit more honesty.

  He cringed. “Look, (Y/N), I…I wanna be a better friend. And I don’t think I can do that unless…” He swallowed. “Unless I tell you the truth.”

  Your anger faded into curiosity, and then disappointment, and then curiosity again. “Go on?”  (Even when you were looking at him like that, you made butterflies rise in his stomach. Fuck.)

  “So…the honest truth is that…I like you, (Y/N), a lot. And I’m sorry about that, because you’re probably all weirded out since I’m…you know, a…freak of nature. So I started distancing myself from you because I just…I didn’t want to ruin what we had.” He frowned. “Er, have.” He corrected.

  You shook your head. “‘Had’ was the right word, I think.” You said lightly, staring at him.

  Oh.

  And then Leo knew he’d royally screwed up. This was where you would tell him that you hated him, that he was gross and weird and someone like you would never like him. And then Raph would kill you violently while Donnie wrapped him in a blanket while he cried like a sad pathetic kid-

  And then suddenly you’d grabbed his hand. “Hey.” You said with a nervous smile, squeezing his hand gently.

  And then he was staring into familiar (E/C) eyes.

  “I like you a lot (Y/N). I have for a long time now.” He said, horror filling his voice. “I am….so so sorry. For everything, but especially this-” He said, but you cut him off.

  “I like you too, Leo.” You said with a smile, cupping his face in your spare hand. “I like you a lot. And I was mad at you because I felt like you didn’t like me at all.”

  “Oh.” He said dumbly, his voice higher than it usually was. 

  “Fuck you, you’re an idiot.” You said in the same tone of voice that people on TV used to say ‘I love you’. (Leo wanted to kiss you) 

  He leaned into your hand instead, feeling his face get warmer.

  “I’m really glad Raph made me talk to you.” He breathed.

  “Me too.” You chuckled. “He still owes me popsicles though.”

  “Naturally.” Leo agreed, a blush dusting his face. (Adorable.)

  “Hey Leo…I dunno if I’m ready to date you after all this, but…well, I think I want to, if you do.” You said, smiling nervously.

  He shrugged, smiling and trying to ignore the fluttering in his stomach and internal screaming in his head. “Of course I do! But…I want to do this right, and actually earn our friendship back first. I want to prove that you can trust me, (Y/N), you know?”

  You nodded, feeling your heart melt a bit at how sweet the thought was. “Okay. How do you plan on that?”

  “Well…how about a week straight of movie nights and comic reading?” Leo offered. “And we can go on missions and stuff, and then whenever you’re ready…”

  You tilted your head, smiling. “Okay, that sounds….pretty good, Leonardo. Consider yourself forgiven.”   He grinned. “I promise I won’t let you down.”

  “Ya better not or I’ll sic Raph on ya.” You teased, leaning closer to him.

  “I’d deserve it.” He said, closing his eyes and letting his head rest in your hand. 

  You pulled his head towards you gently, and kissed him on the cheek, and his eyes jolted open.

  “Oh!” He squeaked, his face going bright red as he stared at you. “T-Thanks!”

  “Thanks? Really?” You laughed, nudging his shoulder.

  He laughed shyly, hesitantly putting a not-very-subtle arm around your shoulders. “Yep, thank you! I’m very grateful.”

  You snorted, leaning into him. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

  “You’ve informed me, yeah.” He chuckled, pressing his face into your shoulder.

  “Are you hiding your face in my shoulder?” 

  “...Maybe.” He said, looking up so you could see his eyes a bit.

  “You’re ridiculous. And adorable.”

  “You are too, (Y/N).” He smiled.

  You smiled back and squeezed his hand, watching as the sun finished rising over the skyscrapers in the distance.

  The sky was turning a pinky-blue, the August sun was warming your face, and your best-friend-but-soon-to-be-more was by your side. And since that best friend was Leo, you were really excited for the rest of today.

  He glanced up at you with a dopey grin, and you squeezed his hand. You couldn’t say ‘I love you’ yet, but you hoped the squeeze helped convey the sentiment…

  “Hahaha, I told ya so, Lame-o-nardo.” Said a smug voice, and you both glanced up to see Raph smirking from the manhole.

  “Raphael!”

  “RAPH!” You snapped in unison.

  “Sorry (Y/N), I’ve just gotta make Fearless admit that I’m riiiiight.” Raph said.

  “Way to kill the moment, brother.” Leo said flatly. “But fine, you win.”

  A horrible idea crossed your mind, and you smirked. “Yeah Raph, you were riiiiight.” You said, leaning towards Leo. 

  He grinned as he realized what you were doing, and leaned towards you. “Very right.”

  You pulled his face towards yours and pressed your lips onto his.

  He smiled into the kiss, going red again- he barely even heard Raph’s appalled grunts of disgust over the fireworks going off in his head.

  He was kissing (Y/N) (L/N). (Y/N) was kissing Leonardo!

  It was over too soon, but you pulled away with a grin on your perfect face. “You were right. It turns out Leo does like me after all!”

  “And you were right about what you said to me, too- apparently (Y/N) likes me back!” Leo beamed.

  Raph gagged. “I take it all back. You guys are disgusting.”

  Leo stared at you, a near permanent blush on his face. “Yeah.” He sighed.

  “We’re the worst.” You agreed, squeezing his hand fondly.

  Raph used his sai to flip both of you off and ducked back into the manhole.

***

Author's note: The mini-series ain't over yet- I've decided to do a "No." part two in which the sad ending gets a nice conclusion too :) So keep an eye out for that

Taglist for this mini-series:

@saspas-corner

@beansap

@xyntix

@futuristicpandakidd

@raphies1wife

[merotwst]

i. STARS BY THE POCKETFUL ! ‹ heartslabyul ›

» the single beautiful moment you both realize you feel the same type of love for each other. the breathless whisper of honesty, the sweet relief that washes over you like the gentleness of satin sheets across your skin—the truth that's been tugging at your hearts and the afterglow of the moment that kept you on your toes for what felt like a thousand eternities had come to its conclusion.

⇝when you make your feelings known and they feel the same way—the world gleamed with colors.

[ n. this is inspired by snow on the beach by taylor swift and lana del rey ! <3 ]

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you reminisce the first day you'd set foot at heartslabyul. the paint on the roses were still so fresh then. who would have imagined circumstances would come to this? the long dried red on the roses of the gardens matched the shade that stained riddle's cheeks. somehow the tea and cakes seemed so much sweeter than they usually did. a simple brush of your hands melted into fingers interlocking with each other. not much words were exchanged after you had put your heart in your hands and he lovingly recieved it, taking it in his own gently silently swearing to guard it with his life. he would give it everything he had to offer and then, your silence carried more than words ever could.

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the hustle and bustle of sage's island's local marketplace bathed in the blissful morning glow. the clinking of change, the fruits on display, the voices of busy people entangling with each other in a mess of crowded noise and yet, it still felt so still and quiet in the bubble seemingly enveloping you and trey. the sun's golden rays bounced across his features as he broke into a winner's smile at the sound of your confession. it felt like the the dewdrops glistening on the tulips at the flower shop beside the bakery you both stood at—or the scent of freshly baked bread that he carried with him. it was warm and lovely. and as he took your hand and brought it to his lips, your little weekend errand almost felt like romantic getaway with him.

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the song he played as he plucked through the strings of his guitar bounced across the four corners of his room and the words that came tumbling out of his lips in almost a swirling haze of melodic perfection filled your heart right up to the brim. cater had a way with words. being able to diffuse a tight situation and keeping a calm stature throughout was a talent nothing short of incredible. it was a facade he kept up inside of magicam and outside to people around him. but no trace of that cater could be found in moments like these. the exhausting game of pretend never seemed necessary around you. it took him a while to realize, but now that he did, it was the one thing he was sure of himself after doubting almost everything his whole life. emerald green orbs were locked onto the strings of his instrument. he'd been keeping his eyes directed at them the entire time, afraid to look up. but when he did, the puzzle pieces seemed to just fall in place. it was like he was building it all from scratch and he stood there, watching the masterpiece that was you, glowing in a shade of blue that he's never seen before. the blue of honesty and stability. you were the anchor he needed, the lighthouse in his dark, stormy ocean of a soul. and as you leaned in to press your lips against his, a soft sigh of relief escaped after from a breath that he didn't know he was even holding in the entire time.

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the way the rain pattered against the ground was heavy. it fell hard and unexpected, just like you and ace. and as you both grew tired of waiting for it to cease its relentless pouring outside, somehow you both found yourselves right underneath the heavy drops of the harsh weather. the cool of the summer rain along your laughter mixed together painted a canvas of gleaming orange. it felt so beautiful to be enjoying your youth, basking in the innocence of friendship turned into love. and as he held you close, bodies pressed together under the heavy drops of the rain on the pavement, your lips parted from each others'. the serendipitous first kiss you shared under a gloomy sky felt like sweet tangerines in a warm summer forest, or the sunsets by the sea that make you want to run around in the sand in your bare feet. and as the thunder clapped and the rain seemed to grow even stronger, you both ran. he held both of your shoes on his left hand, never letting go of your own in his other, leaving a trail of bubbly laughter on the roads you both passed through.

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the thick pile of white that covered the pavements of the college made his breath visible in the cold winter air. the way your scarf looked a little too big on you, or the way you rub your hands together as you walk over the snow was mesmerizing to him. the simplest things you did just makes his breath hitch. he wasn't impulsive, no. deuce knew how to rationalize. but at this very moment, the way you took his hands and placed them on your cheeks in an attempt to keep warm, a soft whisper of honesty slipped under his breath unknowingly. you heard. it was a pure, unadulterated and sincere like moonlight passing through your window, or the first flakes of snow on your nose on november. and as the blood rushed to his cheeks and his cyan orbs frantically started looking anywhere but at you, it was quick. innocent and quick but so lovely, you were on your toes with your arms around his neck. as you parted, his smile looked like he had won a contest. the rush of happiness enveloped the both of you like the morning glow of the sun against the sparkling snow on your boots. and that was only the beginning.

[kanhapriya]

The Lady with Star Dust Tears

I'm sorry in advance

In the sacred haven of Vrindavan, where time seemed to waltz in sync with the rustling leaves, and the fragrance of jasmine and sandalwood hung thick in the air, there sat Yashoda Maiya, cradling a weathered flute in her palms. Its dulcet strains, once woven with the laughter of a mischievous godling, now lay dormant in its hollowed heart.

She remembered the day very well when she had woken up after the birthing pain, a small boy by her side in the palna. His eyes were open and brown, the twinkle more than that of stars. He didn't even look like a new born, his eyes holding the ancient truth of the entire world.

This day, like an ancient verse etched in the cosmic scroll, was Krishna's birth. The world, in tender homage, held its breath, as if to mark the day the universe itself sighed in awe.

Amidst the stillness, Yashoda's fingers danced upon the flute, tracing the contours of memories that once echoed through its grain. Each breath seemed to exhale the notes that Krishna once beckoned forth, as if hoping to conjure him back from the celestial realm.

She had seen him jump with his little legs in the carnival that day, a musical instrument that had caught his eyes as he extended his little fingers to wrap around it, his giggle more symphonic that its sound.

The Kadamba blossoms, once vibrant and joyous, now swayed mournfully in the breeze, petals like tears cascading to the earth. They grieved in silent kinship, their fragility a mirror to Yashoda's heart, now bearing the weight of the ages.

She had seem the way his eyes would light up whenever he saw the fruit in the kitchen, devouring it before anyone else. The residual on his face and a shook of his head would always let her know of his crimes.

With closed eyes, Yashoda could almost taste the honeyed sweetness of Krishna's laughter, a melody interwoven with the murmur of leaves and the serenade of nightingales. It lingered in the silence, a sonnet of innocence and boundless joy.

The Yamuna river, once stirred by Krishna's playful splashes, flowed quietly, its current a reflection of Yashoda's longing. Its waters, once kissed by his radiant presence, now whispered only of memories, fading like ripples into stillness.

She had ran out of the house, her heart and mind troubled and scared as he had been late again. As her soft echoing voice named him, her eyes would greet the boy with a certain gopi, sitting by the river, their feet dipped. She would smile and leave.

Her tears, akin to liquid stardust, traced a sorrowful constellation upon her cheeks. Each drop, a testament to the immensity of a mother's love, glistened in the waning light, capturing the last sighs of day.

She had been holding a plate of his favourite Kadama, one that she had allowed to fall on the floor as the real truth had slashed its claws on her heart. She ran to his room, not even ready to listen to Akrur and closed the door behind. As her boy stared at him with tears in his eyes, she knew that he did too. He always knew somehow. She hugged him forever in that moment.

As twilight painted the sky in hues of amethyst and gold, Yashoda's fingers sought solace in the embrace of the sacred soil. The night, adorned with its celestial tapestry, bore witness in solemn quietude, stars shimmering like fragments of her fractured heart.

In that sacred grove, where eternity seemed to reside, time held its breath in somber tribute. Yashoda, her heart a fragile masterpiece, wove a tapestry of Krishna's leelas that transcended mortal bounds.

She remembered standing among the teary eyed populace of Vrindavan, not even a single thought in her mind but him. She had questioned him of his return, of his promise to keep contact and all she got in return was a small sad smile. As the cart had started to vanish from her sight, she stood still with time, begging the Lord to let her see her children once again someday, let them call her 'Maiya' just once more.

But that son of hers wasn't called Nirmohan for no reason.

And so, on Krishna's birthday, beneath the sentinel eyes of the Kadamba tree, Yashoda wept for her dear child, her tears mingling with the very essence of the land they both held dear. For though he danced in realms beyond her reach, Krishna remained the eternal refrain in the symphony of her heart's lament.

Ok, so that was super short but I have exams dancing on my head so this was the most I could do.

Also the reason for writing this was because it's Janmasthami today and I was crying since the morning thinking about Yashoda Maiya and how she had no one who would call her Maiya after the departure of Krishna and Balram and how she would celebrate their birthday after that. So this basically wrote itself with my pain, tears and agony.

So I hope you liked it.

Tagging @dancingpotato @idllyastuff @krishna-premi @krishna-priyatama @kanha-mohana @vijayasena @thecardiganunderthebed and @ramayantika cuz I think you guys need yo crh with me

[devilish-mirage]

Hero

Marc Spector x Fem!Reader x Steven Grant (established relationship)

Warnings; act of violence, my cringy attempt of a fighting scene

Summary; You weren't supposed to be here, in this shady dark alleyway but who would've thought that you could kick some ass?

Word count; 1,9k

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Crack, crack, crack

The sound of broken bones echoed in the dark hallway, a tall figure punching a man underneath them violently. The figure took a step back when they're sure that the man was truly unconscious.

White drapes unfolded, revealing a man in his late thirties, eyes glowing white as he stared quietly at the body below him. He looked at his hands, bloody from the assault he had just caused.

"Onto the next one, Marc." The voice sounded near yet far from him, a voice that torture him, binds him to this hellish nightmare for as long as eternity.

He moved his head towards the direction of the sound and stared at the eternal being for a second, hollow eyes bored right back at him.

Marc clenched his fist tightly. He doesn't want this, he's tired of this life. Him being a fist of vengeance was a mistake, he loathe the fact at how easy was he manipulated three years ago on his death bed.

He regrets his choice ever since he made it, but yet he can't deny the relief that he felt when it was him who became a tool of God, not Steven. God knows he'll do anything to protect his alter, his other self that he consider as a brother. Steven doesn't know that yet, he couldn't say it to his face.

Was it embarrassment? Was it that he's afraid to say it out loud because he's terrified that he'll make the same mistakes?

Marc doesn't need Steven to know about that yet, he's already satisfied with the way things are now. Him being coexist with his alter and now the both of them found a newfound peace, you.

He loved the both of you so much that he'd even willingly disappear if it could gave Steven a normal life that he knew he couldn't have with you.

Steven is a chance that Marc did not have.

He nods curtly, concealing his face yet again with the white fabric. But before he took off he heard something- someone's voice. A very familiar one, one that belong to someone that he wish to never met here.

"This is why I told you to be careful," you sighed, holding the phone in one hand while you uttered the words angrily at your best friend.

How could she have dropped her keys at a shady place like this?

You were walking home from a party that one of your mutual friends threw, you went there with Claire and she somehow hooked up with a guy and you decided to leave because it's getting pretty late, you don't want to make your sweet boyfriend worried.

You wanted to bring Steven with you but he adamantly said that you should go enjoy yourself more, spend more time with your friends and family because he felt 'guilty' having you all for himself for the past week.

You could felt the smiled started to form on your face, it's been a week since that eventful shit show, still you're grateful for the outcome of it.

"I'm really sorry, babes. I'll treat you out later, I promise."

You rolled your eyes, huffing slightly as you muttered a small "alright."

You heard multiple sounds of shuffling and- is that a zipper?

"I gotta go!"

Before you could said anything she hanged up the phone, you looked at your already black screen in disbelief.

"Traitor."

You spat before shoving your phone inside your purse, huffing again before going inside the dark alleyway, it maybe sounded like a dumb move from a female lead of a superhero movie but this alleyway isn't that bad when the suns still shining, this alleyway is a shortcut from your apartment to Claire's, you've walked here thousands of times before, you sure you'll be fine.

You could also fight, you've learned a few basic material arts to defend yourself. What can you say? A girl gotta keep herself safe in any situations.

You looked around, trying to find Claire's keys, you still didn't understand how she managed to drop them.

Marc was standing on a rooftop just above you, staying still on his spot, hiding away at the roof while his gaze fixed at your face.

"Fucking hell, what a night." you groaned when you finally found them tucked behind a trash bin, lifting up your purse and taking out your phone.

2AM, It's pretty late right now. You're wondering if Steven still awake or not so you decided to call him, putting the phone on your ears while walking out from the alleyway.

Marc can't look away, he can't get you out of his line of sight, so he follows you in a disguise to keep you safe even with Khonshu protesting loudly at his ears, screaming at him that he has important matters to attend.

Marc totally turned a deaf ears to his words.

Then he saw it, a group of drunken men not too far away from you, he saw you physically froze on the spot. Of course you knew a little martial arts and you're quite good at them actually but fighting a group of grown men that are basically twice your size? No, you're not taking chances.

You quickly and quietly turn your back against them, trying to ran towards the opposite direction.

But you're too late, they've already saw you, Marc could tell what they were thinking just by that sickening smile on their face on their face.

He couldn't even remember when he jumped down, all that he could heard was the agonizing scream from one of the dudes who was the closest to you.

You cringed when the dude fell on his ass, peaking your head from Marc shoulders to see better.

"That must've hurted."

He side eyed you, you were gorgeous in that dress, he whished he could just stopped everything and stare at you right now.

"Hey, dude. We don't want trouble."

One of them said as he walked closer to Marc, he could see the sharp objects reflecting the light before he even lunged at him.

Marc gripped his arm before the small dagger made any contact on his body, smirking lightly as the man in front of him winced in pain.

Marc twisted his wrist hard, making them let go of dagger, the clattering sounds it made the other guys lunged towards him. He quickly tried to take care of them while protecting you, keeping you safe behind him.

What he didn't knew is that one managed to slipped away and tried to grabbed you by the hair, that man screamed while lunging at you, you panicked and instantly kicked him hard, making him flew to the other side.

Ok, this is slightly different from your training but you still kicked him hard though. Maybe it's the adrenaline?

You didn't even realized a smile made it's way to your face, It's pretty fun, you could get used to this.

Marc was too stunned to speak or do anything really, he wasn't expecting that from you.

"Hey, focus on your own fights!"

You screamed, shifting your gaze to glared slightly at him before ducking your head and punching another drunken guy's face.

He almost laughed out loud, it's official, Marc is whipped for you.

After a few minutes of the both of you beating the drunken guys, he somehow ended up walking next to you to the direction of your apartment.

"So," you started, nervously gripping your purse and took a glance at him before continuing your sentence, "are you a hero?"

Marc shook his head, smiling underneath his mask.

He couldn't even fathom how different it felt staring at you directly and not from Steven's are.

It's the first conversation that he had with you as himself and it felt great.

He tried hard not to speak though so that you wouldn't recognized his voice.

"Would that really work, Marc?"

Marc opted to ignore his alter, only focusing on how your voice sounded next to him.

"You acted like one." you squint your eyes at him, eyeing him up and down, he's strangely familiar.

When you were greeted with silence you took it as a sign to continue.

"I mean come on, I knew we live in a world where gods, aliens and heroes exist but it's the first time I'm actually meeting one."

He hummed at you, that smile was still plastered behind his white mask.

"It's pretty cool actually,"

You said, eyes still focus on the road, you didn't realized that he was looking straight at you.

You're gorgeous, basking in the moonlight with a giddy smile right beside him and there's just something about you tonight that made him couldn't took his gaze off of you.

He tried to clear the phantoms from his head and grasp reality when you suddenly stopped, he almost flinched when you shifted your entire body to him with a big smile.

"What's your name- no, what's your alias! Like hero name, do you have one?"

He furrowed his eyebrows at your behavior. Sure, people are often curious about him and his alias but they never really said that out loud, too put off by his quietness and blunt way of dealing with the bad guys.

"Why do you want to know?"

He caught himself said, "I thought you didn't want to say anything."

He glared slightly at the window behind you, Steven was looking at him with a slight smirk.

"Well, I want to know the name of my hero of course."

He froze, that simple sentence was replying over and over on his mind like a broken record. Your hero. Yours.

He gulped, trying to mask his voice by deepened them slightly, he hoped you won't realized it. "Moon knight."

You hummed at him, that giddy smile still plastered on your face. "Moon knight, it suits you well."

You didn't even realized that you're already standing in front of your apartment, talking to him was fun, he made you feel safe and relaxed walking this late at night, you don't want this to end just yet.

But alas you're here already, you tried to hide the disappoinment in your voice but deep down you're sure it didn't work.

"Well, thank you so much for tonight, moon knight. Keep kicking ass!"

He nodded, looking at you for a second before he jumped away to the roof, Steven playfully scoffed at him.

"That's very dramatic of you, Marc."

"Shut up, Steven."

Marc rolled his eyes but the smile on his face didn't show any annoyance.

"Babe, babe, baby!" you hurriedly ran to his desk, Steven was already smiling at the sight of you. "Yes, love?"

"You wouldn't believe what happened last night."

Steven put down the plushies and turned his whole body to your direction, you smiled at his gestures.

"What happened?"

You couldn't even stop yourself from smiling wider, squealing slightly.

"I've met a hero last night, he was so cool!"

Steven laughed at your excitement, he could felt the warmness seeping through his body because of you. You could always effect him without you knowing about it.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah! You should've been there! He was like bamp and wabamp and kaboosh! It was amazing!"

Marc smiled at you from the reflection.

You were adorable, how could you be so bright? There's not an ounce of you that he didn't love.

He continued to watch you explain last night's event through Steven's eyes.

Now that he had the taste of seeing you and just talking to you himself, he knew he couldn't be satisfied with the interaction through Steven's.

Like a child who just got a taste of a tooth rotting sweet candy, he craved more of the feeling.