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[m-writes-stories]

I’m Always Here - Part 1

Travis Kelce x Reader

Use of Y/N

Warnings: alcohol, language, arguing, Travis being a little shithead ( I think that’s it)

Word Count: 1088

A/N: this is a co-author story. My co-author doesn’t have a tumblr so she can’t be tagged but she is amazing. This is part of a series I have no clue how long the series will be but here is part one.

We are currently working on part five so i’ll try to get parts 2-4 posted as well. Hopefully I will be able to post a new part once a day (hopefully).

So enjoy part one of I’m Always Here

It was around one am when Y/N heard the garage door open and close. She put down the glass of wine on the coffee table. She had just put her three year old daughter, Avery, to bed. She saw Travis come stumbling in. 

“Have a good time?” she asked sarcastically. He stopped knowing he was caught red handed. 

“I know where you were Travis,” she took a sip from the glass. 

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Travis said. 

“Don’t fucking lie to me Travis.”

“I was just out with the guys celebrating the win.”

“Travis, I am not even gonna argue with you and cause a fight.” 

“I’m not trying to start anything.”

“Yeah sure you are, by coming home drunk! It’s all you ever are anymore.”

“No it’s not. I didn’t last night.”

“I didn’t even see you last night. So how do I know you weren’t?” she said, starting to yell.

“Y/N”

“No! Travis! You're not doing this to me! I’ve defended you many times! Every damn time people say I’m naive or stupid!”

Travis looked at her. “I never fucking asked you to defend me.”

“Do not yell at me. You will wake up your daughter and I just got her back to sleep.”

“I am getting tired of you telling me when I can go out with my friends and teammates and when I can’t”

“Travis, we are not in college anymore. We have a three year old daughter. I need you. She needs you. We need you in our lives. I don’t want to be with someone who clearly doesn’t want to man up.”

“Tomorrow morning pack your shit and leave with Avery.”

“You can’t be serious Travis.” 

“If you are gonna say that I don’t want to be Avery’s dad, then I don’t need to be.”

“Travis, that is not what I’m fucking saying. I just need you to be there. I can’t do this on my own.”

“Well now you are on your own. I never asked to have a child. I never asked to do this.”

“You made the decision to be a father when we slept together.”

“I’ll sleep downstairs on the couch. I don't want to be in the same room as you.”

“Travis, please come upstairs.”

“Why Y/N? You and I are over. I can’t keep being harassed by you to stay home and to raise a child I didn’t ask for.”

“I didn’t ask for her either. But here I am. I stepped up. I am having to be two parents because you won’t step up.”

That next morning Y/N woke up and grabbed hers and Avery’s bags. She put them in the suv she got herself. Y/N got Avery sleeping in the car seat. She got in the driver's seat and started the car heading to her parents. Y/N didn’t even know what to think. She was shocked about the effect of the night. All she wanted was for Travis to take responsibility not for her to be driving to her parents to be a single parent. She pulled into her parents driveway an hour later. 

“Y/N?” her mom said from the front porch.

Y/N parked her car and got Avery out of the car. “Grammy,” Avery said as she ran towards her grandma. 

“Hi, mom,” Y/N said.

“What are you guys doing here?” 

“Travis and I are not together anymore.” She told her mom. 

“What?”

“We got in an argument last night. I asked him to step up and be a father and he said he didn’t want her and told me to leave. So I did.”

“Honey.”

“Mom, I don’t want sympathy.”

“Honey, he hurt you.”

“I don’t need him.”

“Baby,”

“Mom I’m gonna just get Avery down to nap and think about everything.”

“I can get her down. You figure out what you are gonna do.”

“Ok.”

It had been a couple hours of Y/N mindlessly scrolling trying to find an apartment. She actually found a house within a budget that she could afford. Y/n owned a business and it was paying off. Y/n put an offer on the house and it was accepted almost immediately. Y/n headed to the kitchen, in her parents house, she immediately saw her father sitting at the kitchen table. 

“Hey dad, you still have Travis’ phone number right?” she asked. “I’m, I believe so. Why what’s up sweetie?” 

“I need you to call him and ask if I can come by and get the test of my stuff.”

“Oh yeah I’ll give him a call.”

“Thanks dad.”

Y/n walked up stairs to her bedroom and got ready to go to sleep. 

1 Month Later

Travis saw a newer car pull in and didn’t know who it was. Until Y/n got out. She looked good and began walking up the driveway. 

“Hey Y/N how are you? Where’s Avery?”

“I’m fine Kelce. She’s with my parents. Can you just unlock the door so I can get my stuff and leave?” He opened the door and she walked in. 

“Where’s my stuff? You said you had it all ready by the door for me.”“It’s over there.”

“Thanks” she grabbed the boxes and walked out the door. 

“I’m signing my rights over to you. I don’t want to see her. I don’t need to see her. Good luck, I'll send you money each month for her.” Y/n started to tear up, but quickly got in her car where Travis couldn’t see her. She starts the car and Sam's name  pops up on the screen. She answered. 

“Hey.” She tried to sound cheery.

“What’s wrong baby?” Sam said.

“I’m just glad that I'm leaving Travis. He is just rude to me and he doesn’t want to be a dad. He said he is going to sign his rights over.”

“That’s just…”

“Sam, can you meet me at the house?”

“Yeah I’ll be there as soon as possible.”Y/n drives back to her apartment already seeing Sam and Avery playing outside at the playground. Y/n walks over to them. 

“Thanks for getting Avery. You didn’t have to,” y/n said, eyes still red and puffy from crying. She sniffled, causing Avery to look at her. 

“What’s wrong Mama?” Avery asked as she ran over and gave her mom a hug. 

“I’m fine honey.”

“Then why are you crying mama?”

“I was just upset, baby girl. But I’m ok now.” 

[awearywritersworld]

mdni

prisoner!toji x prison doctor!reader, anyone?

the first time you meet him, it's because he busts his knuckles so badly in a fight that he needs stitches.

"had i known there was such a pretty little thing hiding back here, i'd have done this a lot sooner."

the only response you offer is a roll of your eyes.

despite your evident disinterest, he visits the infirmary much more frequently after that day. the next time, he swears he feels ill and that there's something going around his cellblock.

"so, why's a nurse like you working in a place like this?"

"doctor."

"doctor, hm?" he muses. "i guess i really don't have a shot, then."

you let out a breath, something between a laugh and a scoff. the pads of your fingers prod at the lymph nodes below his jaw, and you conclude that he's probably feeling just fine. "not a chance."

a week later, he hurts his shoulder while weight lifting in the prison gym.

"you should really be more careful," you chide, rather confident his small winces aren't for show.

"if it means i get to see your pretty face, why should i?"

it's unbelievably inappropriate the way heat rises to your cheeks, but you can't help it.

so for the next two months, you just ignore it.

you ignore the easy conversation that seems to flow between the two of you. you ignore when his hand brushes against your thigh as you press your stethoscope to his chest. you ignore the fact you look forward to his visits.

but late one night, he's brought to infirmary after a fight with his cellmate. his eye is black, his lip is split, and his knuckles are bloody.

and you think fate must have it out for you, because you can't ignore it anymore. not when he's pushing you against the wall, a medical tray clattering to the floor in his haste. not when his lips devour yours hungrily, his grip on your hips brutal and unforgiving. not when he's sighing your name against your mouth, his soft tone a stark contrast to his actions.

finally you gather yourself enough to pull away, to ask him what the hell he's doing.

it doesn't matter though, because it's too late. you've had a taste of him, and you are so unimaginably screwed.

[the-modern-typewriter]

Hello! Would you be willing to write about someone who finds out that their roommate and childhood best friend is actually some kind of supernatural creature? Preferably m/m but its okay if you’d like to change the genders.

Have a nice day!!!

"You're...uh...wow."

Maybe Holden should be horrified, but all he could really do was stare, dumbly entranced. The staring wasn't that different to normal, if he was going to be really horribly honest with himself.

But Atlas also wasn't normally crouched near stark-bollocks naked in the middle of their dorm room. He didn’t normally have dark, gorgeous wings unfurling from his back. He didn’t normally stare at Holden with eyes that had gone from blue to literally black too. Hungry. Heated.

Holden hastily shut the door behind him before someone else on the floor saw.

"Are you, uh, okay, man?"

His best friend was, very clearly, not okay. His gaze tracked every small movement that Holden made.

"You," Atlas growled through his teeth. "Are not supposed to be here."

"Right. Yeah. Uh. My class was—" Holden lost his trail of thought as he continued to stare. "God,” he said, a little dizzy, “you look incredible."

Five-year old Atlas had been funny and brave. Nineteen-year old Atlas also had the absolute gall to be stunning on top of that. It was, frankly, terrible on a night out. On his own, Holden did okay. When he was standing next to Atlas though, more and more as the years passed by, he may as well have been a potato. He couldn't even hold it against anyone. He did enough trying not to stare himself.

But...he definitely hadn't noticed the wings before. He would have noticed wings, right? Even with that smile and those cheekbones to distract.

He realised, dazedly, that he'd drifted closer. One step, two step, three, until he was standing right over Atlas. Close enough to touch.

"Get out." Atlas sounded strained. "Now." His fingers – his claws – dug into the threadbare carpet.

Holden wanted to run his fingers through Atlas's blond hair. He wanted to kiss his parted lips, the line of his jaw, the beautiful curve of his throat. He wanted to touch every inch of Atlas that he could. He wanted Atlas's hands on him, sure and just as smitten as Holden had been for years, and he'd do anything, offer anything if—

"Holden."

The sharp snap of his name cleared Holden's mind a little. He shook his head and backed up. "Sorry. I—"

What the hell was he doing? Heat rose to his cheeks, mortified.

There were a lot of reactions one could have to seeing their best friend suddenly sprout wings, but Holden was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to just drool over his roommate like some kind of neanderthal. He'd done such a good job of not letting his stupid feelings impact their stupid friendship until stupid now too.

It wasn't like he'd never caught a glimpse of Atlas without his clothes before. It had never made him like – he would never have – but would it be so bad if he just—?

No. Something was definitely wrong.

Holden whirled around, heading back for the door. He'd opened it only a crack when Atlas's hand slammed down on it, shutting it again. The lock clicked as Atlas bracketed him with an arm on either side. They weren’t quite touching, but they were close enough that he could feel the heat of Atlas against his back.

He hadn't even heard Atlas move. His breath hitched.

Atlas groaned. He let his head thunk against the door, above Holden's left shoulder, as he drew in ragged gasps.

Holden heard him swearing and muttering under his breaths. He caught a few words that’s sounded suspiciously like ‘bloody scheming bastard vampires’ and a much more familiar ‘shitshitshit’.

Up close, Atlas’s new cologne was…was it cologne? Holden’s head felt cloudy again. He dug his nails into his palms, desperately shoving down the truly ridiculous urge to turn around and kiss Atlas immediately.

“What the hell is happening?” He squeezed his eyes shut. “You have wings. You have – I feel –”

“You’re supposed to be in class for the next three hours!”

“My class was cancelled,” Holden said. “Some last minute—”

Atlas caught hold of his hips, spinning him as if it was absolutely nothing, pressing him back against the door.

The bit of Holden’s brain that wasn’t too busy with oh, yes please reminded him that Atlas was not that bloody strong. He should not be able to do that. He always skipped the gym when Holden went, despite looking like that.

“What are you?” The obvious question finally penetrated the fog.

Atlas’s attention lingered on his lips, seeming…distracted.

“Incubus,” he murmured. He’d always had a nice voice, but in that moment, that word, it was like caramel. Sweet on Holden’s senses. “God, you’re pretty. Sharing a room was a terrible idea.”

It took a second for the actual response to register, let alone the rest.

Incubus.

“What?” Holden yelped.

It was all some elaborate joke.

(Atlas didn’t do pranks.)

It was impossible.

(Those wings looked very real, no matter how impossible they were.)

How had it taken 14 years for him to notice his best friend was an incubus?

(Did that mean he didn’t really have a crush on his best friend? It was just – what he was?)

Atlas’s fingers grazed just slightly beneath Holden’s jumper, blazing hot against the skin above his hips.

Holden asked no coherent questions whatsoever. He didn’t even manage an incoherent word. Every reasonable thing he should have been considering vanished in a haze.

His best friend was an incubus? Sure! Whatever. Nothing mattered except the fact that there was really far too much distance between them. Atlas’s mouth was right there and – Holden couldn’t have said which of them initiated the kiss, but it was ravenous and he was putty against the door. Head empty. All need and greed and wanting. He finally got to tangle his fingers into Atlas’s always annoyingly perfect hair and –

The lock clicked.

Faster than Holden could fully comprehend, the door was open and Atlas had bodily shoved him into the corridor. He landed sprawling and ungraceful on his butt.

He had a second to peer up, bewildered, at the look of absolute raw desire on Atlas’s face before the door slammed shut. The lock clicked again.

The texts pinged on his phone a moment later.

Don’t come back until I say so.

Will explain later.

Sorry.

Well, crap.

Holden pressed a hand to his mouth, catching his breath and his sanity with Atlas out of view. Then he went to the uni library to research everything he could about incubi.

By the time Atlas texted him that evening, he was ready.

[sacharinee]

pranking peter asking him to try not to annoy you today has me crying

pairing: bf!peter parker x reader

w/c: 600

a/n: hiii anon thank u very much for requesting! based on that trend on tiktok :)

you’re feeling mean today.

after waking up so early, you’ve scrolled through countless videos of girls pranking their boyfriends with just a simple line, and seeing their priceless reactions.

and what better use of your time than to prank your ever so lovely boyfriend.

you’re up in the bathroom, washing your face and getting your makeup done for the day when peter walks in to greet you.

“g’morning baby,” he mumbles and wraps an arm around the side of your hip, sloppily kissing the side of your forehead.

you take a look at him through the mirror. he’s got bedhead, his curly hair all messy, shirt wrinkled, and he’s rubbing his squinty eyes from the bright lights. his cute little pout makes your heart skip a beat and you almost feel bad for what you’re about to do. 

“hi petey,” you greet, you’ve got your brush in one hand, blending out the makeup on your skin.

and he’s reaching for his toothbrush, squirting some toothpaste on when he asks you, “d’you sleep good?”

“it was okay,” you respond with a shrug.

“just okay? what happened, y/n/n?" he asks, his voiced laced with concern.

you tap your fingernails on the countertop as you take a deep breath, “look, pete, i have a big day ahead, so can you just try not to annoy me today please?”

peter freezes as his jaw goes slack with the toothbrush in his mouth. his eyes stare up at you in shock and confusion while you’re none the wiser, looking straight ahead, curling your lashes up closely against the mirror, “what’d you say?”

you let out a sigh as you switch out the curler for mascara, “i said, try not to get on my nerves today.”

"today? but the day just started," he's dumbfounded when he looks at you.

you shrug in response, "still. you've been really annoying lately."

you resist from looking at peter. one quick glance and you know you would break.

“oh…” the boy mumbles, looking down at the sink confused, trying so hard to figure out where he went wrong, “m’ sorry.” you feel like a monster.

but when peter steps back to sneak a peek at you, he notices your uncomfortable stance. you’re squeamish, biting your lip, as you avoid eye contact with him. 

his eyes narrow down at your figure, “and how exactly have i annoyed you lately?”

you take a second to think of a example, “just, everything. like right now, when you ruined my makeup or when you’re asking me stupid questions.”

“stupid questions? ruined your makeup? wait, what, you mean when i kissed you good morning??” your boyfriend laughs in amusement. 

“m’ just saying.” 

“huh okay,” peter spits the toothpaste out in the sink, “you wanna talk about silly questions?" he wipes his mouth with a rag and turns towards you, gets up real close to the side of your face.

you pinch your brows towards him, “what are you-”

“who was the one that asked me if italy was in spain?”

“peter-”

“or if milan was in germany?”

“are you ser-”

“or if australia and austria were the same thing?”

“peter!”

“i’m just saying!” he’s mocking you, a smug smirk on his face, and he knows he’s got you.

“yea whatever, einstein,” you bump him out of the way wanting to use the mirror next. you’re crabby your little prank backfired while peter’s having the time of his life, laughing at your embarrassment. 

he stands behind you wrapping his big arms around your front and resting his chin down on your shoulder. he’s got this irritating sardonically sweet smile on his face that makes you wanna kiss or slap it off, you can’t decide. he’s gazing with loving eyes at you’re adorably grumpy pout in the mirror and kissing the side of face, smudging your makeup once more.

“it’s okay baby, you can get on my nerves all you want.”

[mischievous-thunder]

[obstinaterixatrix]

here are all the recs I posted for femslash february 2024...! each individual rec post can be found in my femslash feb recs tag. I actually thought I wasn't going to be able to do this because work got super chaotic, but in the end I couldn't bear to skip out on a leap year. that's a whole extra day for yuri.

last year I focused on official releases, so this year I wanted to focus on series that aren't technically officially available (plus a french-japanese film). fan translations are always a dicey for artists/translators/publishers/etc because obviously they need to get paid... but yuri's already such an overlooked genre that—in an official capacity—we end up with a couple drops from what's already a pretty small pool. I read hana to hoshi about a decade ago, and I keep submitting it to the seven seas survey for licensure! and yet!! no dice. and even when there are official releases, sometimes they just... disappear!? wish you were gone was licensed and then taken down, so for a while the only way to read it (if you missed out on buying it) was the fan translation. I think it's important to support artists and official releases, and also, to appreciate the thankless endeavor(/crime) of scanlation.

hope yall find something you like!

[blorb-el]

so apparently. dc editorial/carmine infantino decided bruce wayne was gay. in the early 1970s. and then every single bronze age writer proceeded to ignore it. no one actually followed through. if elliot s! maggin's recollection from 40 years later is accurate.

“No you don’t understand, Elliot,” Archie interrupted me. “This morning Bruce Wayne was a millionaire playboy who wasn’t gay, but now he is gay.” “Really?” I said. “Yeah,” Julie said. “So from now on Bruce Wayne is gay, until further notice.”

[nicosraf]

Hello!! New short story :)

Midnight Invitation is a free, 6.8k word historical m/m short story about the son of a gardener and the son of a hacienda landowner. Download it here

It's pretty explicit, so please keep that in mind!

It's also not a very pleasant or beautiful story, but I think it's interesting! You can check out the content warnings after the break below, but be warned that, despite the gay sex, this is a story about colonial violence at its core.

Regardless (!!), I hope you enjoy :) <3

Content Warnings: Graphic sex, racial violence, substance abuse, homophobic slur use, ableism, referenced sexual violence, class conflict, parental abuse, terminal illness, death, underage drinking. Not a happy ending.

[writing-intheundercroft]

Tried and True - O. Gaunt

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x M!MC

Word Count: 4,460

Rating: T

Summary: Days after the events in the Scriptorium, Ominis can tell something is up with the new fifth year.

A/N: Back from my one shot drought! @darch7995 sent me a prompt for Ominis x M!MC, listen to the audio here. Inspired by the Boygenius song True Blue. This is also my first stab at writing a male mc!

“I don’t want to learn the curse, but I can handle the pain.  Cast the cruciatus curse on me.”

Ominis shut his eyes tightly, hands balling up into fists as he listened to Sebastian and their new friend pace in front of the blasted entryway.  He felt the bile rising in his throat as he thought about their situation–stuck in a hallway, with only the worst torture known to wizardkind as the solution.  Either Ominis would have to defy everything he ever believed in, his own personal principles to cast the cruciatus curse on one of his friends, or become a pile of bones on the floor like his Aunt Noctua.

Ominis dry heaved at the thought of his sweet, loving aunt’s body nearby. He’d doubled over, gasping with his hands on his knees as he listened to the boys formulate their plan.  He wanted to scream when their new friend offered to take the cruciatus curse, to claw at Sebastian for even suggesting it.  

“I shan’t forget this,” Sebastian said, his voice a touch too relieved to not have to take the brunt of the pain.

Ominis kept his eyes shut, trying to think of happier things as he heard Sebastian cry out the curse.  It sounded like their new friend had been struck by electricity, his grunts and groans frazzled and choked. Ominis raised his wand; he could sense him on the floor, lurched forward in pain on his knees while Sebastian ran through the now clear doorway like an excitable crup puppy.

“Are you alright?” Ominis squeaked out.

“The pain was excruciating, but I’ll manage,” he gasped, voice throaty and distressed. 

“Take a wiggenweld,” Ominis urged. “Please,” he said, fumbling in his pockets for a vial. He could hear Sebastian gasping with delight a few feet ahead, like a child in a candy shop.  He was exalting all the old textbooks and artifacts in Slytherin’s secret office.

“You guys!” Sebastian yelled out. “Hurry up!”

“I’ll be fine, Ominis.” he said, a bit steadier now.

“Are you sure–”

“That’s enough.” the boy shuddered. “Come, Ominis. Let’s go.”

On shaky, unsure feet, Ominis followed.

“Do you have the answers to the astronomy homework?”  Sebastian asked absentmindedly, flicking through the Daily Prophet at the breakfast table.

Ominis could hear their friend slurping his coffee. “Did you not study?”

Sebastian snorted. “I was busy studying other more important things.”

Things had returned to normal…well, as normal as they could be.  Ominis would never forget the events that led up to their discovery of the scriptorium, and things had been quite terse with Sebastian in the dormitory.  Their new friend insisted on keeping the peace, brokering somewhat of a truce between the friends.  

“That book is not schoolwork, Sebastian.” Ominis scolded him, pouring out more tea. 

“Don’t baby him, Ominis.” Their new friend argued, reaching across to grab at something.  With the heavy, hot teapot in hand, Ominis worried he might burn him.

“Be careful,” Ominis warned, pushing his hand out of the way.

He jolted, pulling his hand from underneath Ominis’s rather quickly.  Ominis wouldn’t normally have noticed, except he’d heard the quick strangled gasp his new friend made upon their contact.  

“What’s wrong?” Ominis narrowed his unseeing eyes.

“Nothing.” the boy said hastily. “Nothing at all.”

“Say, what’s that on your arm?” Sebastian asked, his tone shifting to curiosity. “Did you get a tattoo?”

Ominis could hear their friend slapping Sebastian’s hands away. Sebastian yelped in return.

“What is that on your wrist?” Sebastian demanded once more.

“It’s nothing,” their friend insisted.  Ominis could hear him tugging on his robes. “Honestly Sebastian, you’re so annoying.”  He shoved away from the table, quick footsteps making their way out of the Great Hall.

“Dunno what his problem is,” Sebastian grumbled, moving back to his breakfast. “Say, do you have the answers to the astronomy homework?”

Ominis clenched his jaw. “Of course I don’t, Sebastian. I’m not in astronomy–it's a bit difficult to chart the stars if you can’t see them.” he fumbled with the handle of his wand. “Do you think something is wrong with him?”

“With who?”

“With him,” Ominis clarified. “Who else?”

Ominis could feel the bench move as Sebastian shuffled in his seat. “He has been rather odd lately.  Just yesterday, he was being weird in beasts class with Poppy–she nudged him with her elbow and I nearly thought he would yell at her for it.”  Sebastian took a bite of his food, ruminating further on their friend. “Oh, and I heard Everett say he asked Kogawa if he could sit out flying lessons for the week.”

“That’s not like him.” Ominis frowned. “He loves flying.”

“I know,” Sebastian said matter-of-factly.  “I thought it was weird too, but when I asked, he said he just felt like sitting in the grass for a bit, enjoying the weather while he still could.  I can’t say I blame him, it’s rather comfy out there next to the summoner’s court field…” he trailed off, going back to his chatter on astronomy lessons.

Ominis ignored him, chewing on his bottom lip. He has an idea of what might be afflicting their friend, but it seemed intrusive to ask.  He, being blind, had never seen the marks the cruciatus curse left behind, but he could remember the pain, and the way that it had lingered for days.  He felt goosebumps rising on the back of his neck as he recalled his own experience.  He’d laid in bed, frozen for days after his older sister had carelessly cast the cruciatus curse on him. 

“I’m going to check on him,” Ominis said, abruptly pushing away from the table.  He could hear Sebastian calling out for him, telling him to come back to the table, but he couldn’t.

Not if his new friend was suffering the way he once had.

Finding him was going to be a challenge, that was certain.  Forsaking his classes, Ominis meandered through the castle, wand glowing red as he tried with little success to locate the boy.  The greenhouses were empty, save for a few first years trying to steal some Chinese chomping cabbages; their favorite spot in the library was empty.  The Undercroft was silent.

There was no way he’d be in bed, Ominis thought.  He’d just been complaining the other day about the lack of privacy, lamenting over Hogwarts’s shared dormitories.  He preferred to keep himself busy, only ever falling into bed late at night.  

“Where the bloody hell is he,” Ominis muttered.  He turned the corner by the Charms classroom, eyes widening as a body crashed into him.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Ominis.” Amit Thakkar gasped. 

“No worries, Amit.” Ominis grunted, adjusting his robes. “My fault entirely.”

“I do get so engrossed in my star charts,” the Ravenclaw boy said. “I was just telling…” he trailed off, saying the boy’s name.  

“You’ve seen him?” Ominis asked, ears perked.

“Yes, I have.” Amit shared. “He was just on his way up the stairs to the astronomy tower.”

Ominis took off, apologizing to Amit over his shoulder as he charged towards the staircase.  He really did think it was crass to run in the hallways; he always rolled his eyes when the younger students did so.  He couldn’t understand the urgency behind running. He much preferred a gentle, slow pace, which worked much better with his echolocation spells. 

Yet Ominis ran.  He took the stairs, two at a time sometimes, wand bobbing in his hand as he made his way up the stairs. His eyebrows furrowed; his echolocation spell seemed fuzzier and fainter.  He could only sense his own feet hitting the wooden steps, which made running into a solid body at the top of the stairs an even bigger shock.

“Ominis!” his friend shrieked.  He grabbed him at the shoulders to keep the blind boy from flailing backwards and tumbling down the spiral steps. “What on earth–”

“I was looking for you,” Ominis said breathily, gasping for air. 

“Why?”  

“I need to know if it hurts.” Ominis said sternly.  He held his wand up; now still, he could sense his friend standing in front of him.  The boy’s heart was pattering, pulse thumping under Ominis’s interrogation.

“If what hurts?” His friend asked, feigning innocence.  

“I can tell you’re lying to me,” Ominis crossed his arms. “Your heartbeat quickened just now. I want to know if it still hurts from when Sebastian cast–”

His friend shushed him; there were footsteps coming up the stairs behind them. “Come on, follow me. I’ll tell you everything, I promise, but we shouldn’t talk about this out in the open.”

“But where?” Ominis asked, tilting his head as the boy tugged on his robe sleeve. “There’s no room on this floor.”

“There is,” his friend said quietly.  He pulled Ominis to the center of the floor; he could hear the footsteps, the giggling from the stairs.  It was likely some third years, heading up to an astronomy tutoring session.

After a few seconds, Ominis heard stones shifting. He raised his wand; something was materializing on the wall in front of them.  Without a second thought, his new friend pulled him towards it–a door–and shoved him inside.  Ominis stumbled down a few steps before finding purchase against some bookshelves.  Twirling his wand by the handle, he descended into a large room.  

It couldn’t possibly be right–he’d walked the castle hundreds of times in his years at Hogwarts, and he’d never heard of a room in this part of the castle.  Especially not one this large–from what he could identify with his wand, the room stretched out to two other chambers.  Even more perturbing, he thought he could hear the neigh from a unicorn coming from nearby.

“Where the hell are we?” Ominis gasped.

His friend laughed. “A bit tough to explain. Come on,” he said, hand ghosting over Ominis’s back to push him further into the room. “This is the Room of Requirement.  Professor Weasley showed it to me so I could study uninterrupted.”

“By Sebastian,” Ominis offered.

“One might say,” his friend chuckled, his breath catching towards the end of his laugh.

“There it is again,” Ominis accused. “You’re wheezing.  You’ve been wheezing ever since we found the Scriptorium.”

“So?” he scoffed. “The castle is dusty.”

“You won’t fly,” Ominis began pacing back and forth. “And you love flying.  It’s too painful sitting on a broom right now, isn’t it?”

“What if I just wanted to skip flying class?” 

“It’s not like you,” Ominis noted. “You won’t let anyone touch you either.  I heard you snipped at Poppy in beasts class.”

His friend shuffled uncomfortably. “I am sorry about that. I owe her an apology. But why are you bringing it up now?”

Ominis stomped his foot, a bit like a petulant child. “Like I said, you’re not being yourself, and I’ve noticed.  You won’t let anyone touch you, you’ve been shivering all week, you sound like you’re in pain half the time.  Tell me the truth–does it hurt?”

He heard the boy take in a sharp breath. “The cruciatus curse, you mean?”

“Yes,” Ominis barked. “I know what it’s like. When my sister cast it on me, I crawled into my bed and stayed there for days. I know what that pain is like, and I’m certain it’s why you’re not being yourself lately.”

His new friend was silent for a moment, eventually clearing his throat. “Did you know about the marks?”

Ominis furrowed his brow. “The marks?”

“There are marks all over my body.” His friend said slowly.  Ominis could hear his robes fall to the ground, him unbuttoning his cuff to roll up his sleeves. “Like electricity–certainly feels that way whenever the wind brushes me the wrong way.” he shuddered.

Ominis took a step towards him, gingerly taking hold of his friend’s limp wrist.

“Does it hurt badly?” he asked, hand ghosting over the boy’s arm.  He couldn’t see them, but he could feel the outline of the marks trailing up his forearm. They resembled veins of lightning–likely what Sebastian had seen at the breakfast table before he’d tugged his cuffs down.

He let out a low, steady hiss of breath through his nose as Ominis’s slender fingers touched the pain points. “I’ll be fine,” he swore. “I’ve seen worse.  They were much darker right after we left the scriptorium, but now they’re getting lighter.  Bet they'll be gone by next week.”

“That’s not what I asked.” Ominis said sharply. “Does it hurt?  Still?”

He let out a loud sigh. “It does, okay?  It hurts, it’s hurt every day since we found the damn scriptorium, and I didn’t want to tell you because I knew you’d throttle Sebastian.  Things are hard enough as it is for him, you know he’s struggling right now to help Anne–”

Ominis let go of his friend’s wrist. “Is that why you let Sebastian cast it on you?” his voice trembled. “Because you care about him?”

“Ominis, wait,” his friend whined, now grabbing his hand in return. He could hear his friend’s sharp inhale. “It wasn’t just for Sebastian. It was for you.”

“For me?” Ominis asked incredulously.

“I know how you feel about the spell, Ominis.  You think I haven’t listened to you?  I could never learn the spell that caused you so much pain.” he said shakily. “We had no choice–either Sebastian had to cast it on me, or we’d die in there.”

Ominis pursed his lips. “You care that much?” he tilted his head, realizing just how blunt his question had been.

“I care.” he swallowed thickly, thumb running over Ominis’s knuckles. “I care a great deal, you see.” he confessed, his voice sounding watery. “I didn’t want you to worry over me, and that’s why I didn’t tell you how badly it hurts.”

“Come,” Ominis sighed, tilting his head towards the corner.  He’d sensed a large armchair by the fireplace; with a featherlight touch, Ominis pushed his friend’s lower back towards the chair. “Take a seat.”

The boy curiously sat as Ominis flitted around the room. “You keep a potion stand around here, I assume?” 

“Yes, center of the room.” his friend advised. “What are you doing?”

Ominis stood in front of the cauldron, familiarizing himself with the table and all of his friend’s supplies. “Making a brew Noctua used to make for me,” he said, unbothered, pulling an integral ingredient out of his cloak pocket. “Now, where do you keep your mallowsweet?”

“Drawer on the left,” the boy said, slumping into the chair. “I can’t believe you’re willingly making a potion.  Sharp would be floored right now,” he snorted.

Ominis felt his cheeks burn.  “There’s that sense of humor,” he deflected. “Already getting back to your normal self.”

“If I’m being honest, it’s good to talk about the pain, get it out.” He breathed. “Been hell keeping it a secret all week.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me just because you thought I’d be tough on Sebastian,” Ominis rolled his eyes, grinding the mallowsweet as the station came to life, bubbling slowly. “I’m always tough on him.”

“I know you are,” he laughed, trailing off into a cough. “But I know you love him. He’s like a brother to you, and I’ve already mucked with your friendship so much…”

“Don’t say that.” Ominis bit his lower lip, letting the now powdered leaves fall into the pot. “Your presence is greatly appreciated, I hope you know that.  It’s already hard to remember what Hogwarts was like before you.”

“I’m touched, Ominis.” his friend said; even with his back turned, wand set on the desk, Ominis knew he was smiling. “I should’ve known you could tell–you’re the most perceptive out of all of us.”

Ominis picked up his wand again, observing the brew.  “Can you tell me what color this is?” he asked.

The boy stood, padding over to Ominis.  He was slightly shorter than Ominis; he’d reached up to put a hand on Ominis’s shoulder. “Dark brown,” he observed the bubbling beverage, sniffing over the cauldron. “What is it?”

Ominis smiled, conjuring two cups. “Aunt Noctua’s renewing hot chocolate.”

The boy snorted. “You made me hot chocolate?”

“Oh, don’t laugh. It has mallowsweet in it, which will relax your muscles.” Ominis pointed out as he ladeled the concoction into a cup. “Dittany, for healing purposes. A pinch of powdered mandrake root as well to help with the pain.” He handed the cup to his friend, ladling one for himself as well. “All of that, plus an entire chocolate bar from Honeydukes.”

“Let’s go back down by the fire,” He suggested. Ominis followed him dutifully; instead of the armchair, he settled onto the plush carpet. “Sit next to me.”

Ominis awkwardly folded to the ground, his knees knocking into the boy’s. “I’m sorry,” he blushed, lifting his cup again. “Cheers.”

They sat in silence for a few moments, sipping their hot chocolates.

“I feel better already,” his friend confessed. “Is this the only known remedy for the Cruciatus curse?”

Ominis snorted. “A remedy for all, we used to call it–I just remember Aunt Noctua making me this drink whenever my siblings cursed me.” he shut his unseeing eyes, shaking a little at the memories. “She always said a hot chocolate brewed with care and a few healing herbs could do the trick.” His smile faltered as he thought of Noctua, her bones still in the passageway.

“I am sorry, Ominis.” his friend said quietly.  

“For what?” Ominis asked, sipping his drink.

“For everything,” he confessed. “For pushing Sebastian, for Noctua, for lying to you about the pain.  I just don’t want you to worry about me.” The boy sighed, stretching out a leg.  His foot knocked into Ominis’s. “You’ve been through enough as it is, and I’m just sorry to add more for you to worry about.”

“I worry about the people I love,” Ominis reminded him. “You’ve never done me wrong before–well, besides last week, but we can blame that on Sebastian.”

“I wouldn’t blame him,” his friend mused. “He’s got a one track mind, that one.  He’ll do anything to save Anne.”

“I would too,” Ominis grunted. “But I draw the line at unforgivable curses.” he started drumming his fingers against the edge of the cup. “I’m not a violent person by any means, but hearing you in pain…Merlin, Sebastian is lucky to still have both kneecaps.”

He laughed; Ominis flushed as he laid his head against his shoulder. “I admire that about you, Ominis.  Your love is tough, tried, and true.”

“I hope I’m not too tough,” Ominis slowly tilted his head, letting it fall against the top of his companion’s head. 

“Never,” he murmured. “You care enough about me that you noticed I was hurting.  You know me. I know it hasn’t been long, Ominis, but I’ve…” he trailed off, trying to find the right words. “I’ve made friends here at Hogwarts, but none as caring and kind as you.”

Friends, Ominis cringed. He was sure his face was crimson by now, setting his half-empty cup on the floor. “I’m sure that’s not true.” he stuttered, wringing his hands together. “There are plenty of nice people–”

“No one like you,” the boy echoed. “You could have anything you want in the world if you truly wanted it, with all your family connections.  But you choose to be better than them, to rise above it all.  I admire that about you; how strong you are.”

“I’ve never been called strong before in my life,” Ominis admitted.

“Well, you are.” his friend assured him. “It takes a great deal of strength to stand up to your folks.  That, and your friends–you always do seem to set Sebastian on the right path.”

“You’ve picked up quite a bit about me,” Ominis observed, relishing the way he leaned his weight against him. “Nice to know there’s more to me than my devilish good looks.” He joked.

“You’re more than just a pretty face. Like I said, I care a great deal about you.” he murmured. 

“The way you care about Sebastian?” Ominis asked. His voice was higher than he would’ve liked, stomach twisting in knots as he contemplated the weight of his question.

After a moment of silence, Ominis heard his companion set down his cup. “No, I don’t think.” his lips were closer to Ominis’s ear now. “Different. More.”

“I was hoping so.” Ominis said breathlessly, turning to press a kiss against the top of his head.  He hadn’t realized the boy had moved his face, tilting it up towards him; he found his lips pressed against the corner of his mouth.

Drawing back slightly, his companion chuckled. “Try again?”

Ominis smiled softly, letting him lean upwards this time.  His lips pressed lightly against Ominis’s, the sweet taste of chocolate and the tang of mallowsweet still lingering on his mouth.  Ominis lamented the absence of his mouth the moment he drew back, holding back a shaky whine.  He was immediately assuaged by the feeling of him leaning against him again, this time more heavily.

There would be time, Ominis thought, when he wasn’t in pain.  Time where he could hold him, touch his hand without worrying about the aftershocks of the curse.  More time for them to be alone, to explore their feelings and the newness of his touch. To discuss what this meant for the future…

Ominis decided to not let his mind wander off too far, choosing to slouch into the boy beneath him again. This time, he did not protest the contact; his hand snaked towards Ominis’s, fingers tangling together.

“Still hurts?” Ominis whispered.

“Was better after you kissed me,” he said, voice muffled by Ominis’s shirt.

Ominis bit his lower lip. “Well, a remedy is a remedy.” he joked, shifting his body to face him. Without his wand, Ominis could only go off the stuttered, uneven breaths of his companion.  He slid his free hand up his neck, stopping when his fingers met his chin.  Leaning forward, his companion closed the distance, lips gently crushing against his. 

Ominis felt his heart fluttering.  The kiss was gentle; he could no longer tell if the boy was trembling from the lingering side effects of the cruciatus curse, or from the way Ominis’s tongue slid against his lower lip. Ominis leaned forward, cradling the back of his neck as they laid against the carpet, cups of hot chocolate spilled against the plush rug beneath them.  The pair fell onto their sides, legs tangled, slightly panting as they finally separated.  Ominis rested his forehead against his, their noses brushing.

“Sorry about the rug.” Ominis murmured. “Feeling better now?”

“Getting better by the second,” he whispered back. “I always do when I’m with you.”

Ominis let out one of his rare, toothy grins. “We should stay here until you feel fully well.”

“We could be here a while,” he mused, tugging Ominis closer.  He held the front of Ominis’s sweater in a tight fist, thumb running over the soft cashmere. “If you don’t mind.”

“Perfectly fine by me,” Ominis whispered against his lips.

They stayed there, for Merlin knows how long, cuddled in front of the fire.  Classes were skipped, dinner was missed, and Ominis was sure they’d find Sebastian stalking the entrance to the dungeons, ranting and raving either about whatever he’d learned from the spellbook that afternoon or about being left out.

It didn’t matter, Ominis thought.  He walked down the stairs of the Astronomy tower in lock step with his friend. He wasn’t really sure if he should still call him a friend–Merlin knew whatever they’d done that afternoon had breached the fine line of friendship and relationship.  But as their fingers entwined, hands swinging back and forth as they walked, Ominis knew things could never be the same as before. 

He was perfectly fine with that.

Just as Ominis had predicted, Sebastian had been pacing in front of the Slytherin common room.  He turned to the two boys, arms crossed against his chest quite sternly. 

“Where the hell have you two been?” Ominis could sense Sebastian’s scowl. “I had to sit by myself at dinner.”

“Ominis has been taking care of me,” he said, clutching Ominis’s hand a bit tighter. “No thanks to you.”

Sebastian huffed. “Well, if you would have told me, I could’ve helped–”

“I think you’ve done enough, Sebastian.” Ominis raised a brow. “You should know him well enough by now, he’s our best friend.”

Sebastian hesitated; Ominis knew he was staring at their joined hands, the way they were standing closely. 

“So, this is happening, isn’t it?” Sebastian asked.

Ominis blushed; he was sure the boy next to him was grinning. 

“Yeah,” he said, thumb brushing over the back of Ominis’s hand. “I think it is.”

It took Sebastian a second to comprehend, quickly collecting himself. “It’s about time,” Sebastian drawled. “Honestly, I’ve felt like the third wheel around you two for quite some time now.”

“Well, we’ll have to fix that then.” the boy said, squeezing Ominis. “We’ll figure out a cure for Anne. Then, it’ll be the four of us.  A proper gang.”

“Really?” Sebastian perked. “You–after all that, you still want to help?”

“Of course, Sebastian.” Ominis said gently. 

Sebastian went off on a tangent, something he’d researched that afternoon in his solitude. Ominis knew he should have been listening, but all he could focus on was the way the boy next to him shifted closer, slinging his arm around his waist. Ominis followed suit, putting his arm around his shoulder.  They slotted next to each other, fitting quite nicely.

“Let’s go to the Undercroft then?” Sebastian asked hopefully.

“To the Undercroft–but first, you have to snag us dinner from the kitchens.” The boy instructed. “It’s the least you could do.”

“Right,” Sebastian said quickly. “I’ll get some sandwiches and meet you two down there.”  His footsteps pittered off into the distance, muttering excitedly to himself about his readings.

There was a gentle squeeze at Ominis’s waist; he tilted his head down, leaning against the shorter boy. 

“Are you sure you’re feeling well enough?” Ominis murmured as they walked the empty hallways towards the DADA tower.

“Don’t baby me now,” he huffed. “But yes, I’m feeling fine.  I’ll feel even better with some dinner, and perhaps some alone time with you.”

Ominis snorted. “Is that why you sent Sebastian to the kitchens?”

Ominis could feel his companion’s heated cheeks against his shoulder. “Maybe,” he said coyly. “Worked, didn’t it?  Bought us some time.” His head jerked, likely inspecting the hallways to make sure they were alone, before rising up on the tips of his toes to kiss Ominis’s cheek.

Ominis licked his lips, biting down a smile. “Yes, I think it did.” 

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anyways, I’m so glad I actually have talent and the ability to make fics that make me happy so I don’t have to go around throwing shade at others’ writing because I have the creativity of a piece of fucking lint. So happy I have self esteem and a personality instead getting mine from the internet. Some of you obviously can’t relate.

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The KC Couple - Part 12

Warnings: labor, language

Word Count: 944 words

Week 11 - 11/20 vs Philadelphia Eagles

It was homecoming week. Eagles vs Chiefs. This meant the whole fam was hanging out in a suite on Monday night. Ed and Donna were both going to be in the suite. Kylie and the girls, who normally don’t sit in a suite will be in the Kelce suite at Arrowhead. 

You were excited to see everyone. You weren’t able to see Kylie and the girls often. You saw Donna and Ed throughout the season at games. But Kylie stays in Philadelphia for Eagles games. Travis was able to see them more often when he was close to them for other games. 

Time Skip

You were currently sitting in the suite watching the 3rd quarter. The score was 17-14 Chiefs. The Chiefs had not been playing as well as they could be. You had been cramping a little throughout the game but thought nothing of it. As the Eagle’s punting team went out to punt you felt a gush of liquid between your legs.

“Ky, I think my water just broke,” you said, scaredly.

“What?” she said.

“That or I peed myself.”

“Have you been having contractions?”

“I have been cramping. But I was just ignoring it. I thought they were Braxton Hicks.”

“Ok, we need to get you to the hospital.”

“But what about the game?”

“Y/N forget the game. Honey, you are in labor. You are going to meet your daughter.”

“Oh, my god. I’m gonna meet my daughter. Oh my god Travis never talked to Andy. What do I do?”

“I don’t know.”

“I have access to go down to the field and talk to someone and see if he can leave.”

You and Kylie went down to the tunnel and talked to a security guard and they said they would get him and he would head to the hospital shortly after you.

Time Skip

Jason saw Travis run into the locker room. He questioned what was going on.

Travis sprinted through the locker room, struggling to get undressed and redressed. He freaked out when the security guard walked to one of the team managers and he overheard that you were in labor. He was now trying to go as fast as possible to get to the hospital. His baby girl was on the way. 13 weeks early. He didn’t know what to think.

Travis was running to the car as he was trying to get a hold of you, but you were not answering. You finally answered on the ninth call. 

“Hello?” you asked.

“Hey baby girl. How are you?”

“In pain, where are you?”

“Driving. I am about 15 minutes away.”

“Well, hurry. I need you.” 

You were sobbing at this point. You had never wanted Travis with you so bad. You were most nervous that he wouldn’t make it. You didn’t know why he wouldn’t make it, because he is 15 minutes away and you are nowhere near pushing. 

15 minutes later Travis was sprinting into the hospital.

“What room is Y/N Kelce in?”

“Are you her husband?”

“Obviously what room?”

“1384.”

Travis took off running again. He burst into the room and to your side.

“Hi,” you said.

“Hey, how are you doing?”

“This is so fucking stupid. Why does it have to hurt this fucking badly.”

Travis looked at his mom. 

“So labor makes her cuss like a sailor. I don’t know. Just breathe.”

“The doctor should be back any moment,” Donna said.

Travis pushed your hair off of your forehead. He kissed your forehead.

“Do not kiss me right now. You put me into this mess.”

“You asked for it,” he whispered into your ear.

“Shut the fuck up and quit touching me.”

Your doctor walked in shortly after. “Mr. Kelce, welcome to a party.”

“What’s going on Doc. She’s too early.”

“We will do everything we can to make sure both mom and baby are healthy but we are going to deliver your baby girl today. We have a c-section scheduled if needed but we are going to attempt to do a natural birth. If that is ok with you two.”

“Yes, I don’t want surgery.”

“Then we are going to do everything we can to make this as smooth of a process as possible.”

Time Skip

15 hours later it was time to push. Jason and Donna were in the waiting room with the girls. While Kylie and your mom were sitting on the couch in the corner. Travis was standing next to you holding your hand encouraging you.

“Come on, baby. You are doing so good.”

“Shut up Kelce. I hate this. I don’t want to do it anymore.”

“It’ll be worth it once we see her.” 

“I know that. This just fucking hurts.”

Time Skip (again I’m sorry)

You were currently sleeping. You had given birth to a 2 pound baby girl. Who was currently looking at staying in the hospital for 8 weeks. The doctors said if they can get her weight up she can leave earlier. The doctors allowed your baby to be in your room with you. Travis was currently watching both of his girls sleep. 

In his eyes, his life couldn’t get any better. He had everything he had ever wanted. And you had given him all of it. You were his end game. You had given him his baby girl. He couldn’t ask for anything else. 

You were going to be discharged on Thursday. You had cried for an hour when they told you that you would be going home without your baby girl. Travis didn’t know how to help you anymore. All he wanted was for the two of you to be ok. 

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A/N: OMG they had the baby 13 weeks early. Name will be revealed shortly...

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An accumulation of Henchman's nerves, curiosity, and isolation left them reaching for the TV remote and flicking on the news; if they were supposed to stay here, they may as well figure out what's going on outside. They weren't quite sure what to expect when they flipped to the right channel. At worst, they expected a detailed account of how Hero had beaten them to a pulp the previous day, and at best a dull prediction of the weather.

What they hadn't expected was a picture of the hero's face: bruised, blood, and scared. It was such a surprise Henchman merely blinked in silence for the first few moments, utterly failing to digest any of the words coming out of the reporter's mouth. Villain had to have been the one to do it. They hadn't heard of any other villains causing Hero so much trouble, and they knew they were incapable of doing that themself. Hell, in the previous battle, they'd barely managed to land a single hit on the damn Hero.

The TV flicked off suddenly. Henchman turned around, confused, until their focus settled on Villain's face in the doorway. They held the unplugged TV cord in one hand, and a small bag in the other. "We need to speak. In my office, if you don't mind." Henchman nodded numbly, and within a blink they were sat in Villain's office again.

"Hey," Henchman said, then immediately kicked themself, but Villain's lips quirked into a small smile, and when they drew closer, Henchman couldn't help noticing how they smelled of night air and coconut-vanilla body spray, which was their second favorite perfume, but very similar to one Henchman always wore.

"Hey," Villain responded, a teasing light in their eyes as they stopped within arm's reach of Henchman. "Are you feeling alright?" They asked softly, folding their hands together behind their back after dropping the TV cord and placing the small paper bag on the bedside table.

The proximity brought a faint burning to Henchman's cheeks, which prompted them to break the silence. Sitting up straighter, they spoke with a croaky voice. "I'm sorry--"

"Wait."

The Villain's soft voice was all it took to silence the breath in Henchman's lungs and steal the rest of their words off of their tongue.

"If there is an apology in order, it is one of me to you. I believe my anger was misdirected when we spoke earlier." Villain's cheeks were pinker than usual, though Henchman wasn't completely sure they weren't imagining it. Villain cleared their throat. "I... I wasn't angry with you; just frustrated at the situation. I didn't mean to cause you panic."

Henchman wasn't imagining it; Villain was absolutely blushing. Which was good, because so were they. Met with silence, Henchman floundered for something else to say in reply. They should probably attempt their own apology again, or accept Villains, but their mouth was full of marshmallows and their tongue was made of lead until,

"Did I misread anger for anxiety?" Villain offers, and they look embarrassed with themself.

---

I thought I knew them better than that. Villain knew they were making a horrible mess of the entire situation, but Right Hand made it clear on no uncertain terms that if they had to watch Villain beat around the bush with Henchman anymore they'd shave off their eyebrows in their sleep, then make them confess, which was an infinitely worse situation that Villain was doing their best not to image.

Henchman shook their head slightly, then their eyes widened a little as they shook off the silence they'd fallen into. "No, not at all. I just--I wasn't expecting you to say that. I was pretty sure you were pissed at me."

It's a herculean effort to stop the sigh of relief from swooshing out of Villain's lungs, and the burning blush they were hoping Henchman hadn't clocked faded just the slightest bit. Maybe this wasn't completely hopeless. With another slight clear of their throat (a nervous tick they'd been trying to loose since childhood), they unfolded their twitching hands and offered the bag to Henchman. A peace offering, and an apology.

Quick, sharp footsteps passed in front of the doorway, and a flash of Right Hand's silvery hair was all it took to prompt Villain into their next words, uttered so quickly their tongue tripped over itself. "I was angry at Hero because I was worried about you." They were blushing furiously, and focused their gaze to the ceiling because any eye contact with Henchman would absolutely send them sprinting out of the room to take the easy way out. Or, in Right Hand's words: The coward's way out. It was even worse knowing their right hand was most likely listening as they dug themself deeper and deeper.

"It was the whole reason I wanted Hero down in the first place; they showed an interest in you--they attempted to target you, and I'm not sure if it was to hurt me, because they knew I cared about you, or if it was of their own accord, but I put you in danger and probably encouraged you to run out and fight them."

From what they could tell, they'd stunned Henchman into silence once again, though they couldn't tell if that, coupled with the blush on their ears and cheeks, was a good thing or meant Villain was just making a fool of themself.

"I thought I'd pass out on the spot when Right Hand told me where you were, especially when I saw Hero trying to call for backup. I wasn't sure what they'd do to you if they got you in custody. I went back as soon as I could to deal with hero, but they'd already gotten reinforcements and I couldn't get more than a couple good hits in--"

Their phone buzzed on their desk and lit up with a notification from Right Hand. [Slow down]. The bastard was listening.

Villain took another steadying breath, fixing their uniform and closing their eyes for a moment, clearing their throat and running one hand through their hair, bruised knuckles still aching. Henchman's voice broke in before Villain could continue their poorly planned speech. This was supposed to go so much smoother.

"I... I'm sorry, for worrying you. I didn't realize you held that kind of concern for my safety."

Villain collapsed onto their chair, holding their head in their hands as if that could make this entire situation go away. "I'm sorry, for dumping this on you so suddenly. I just... I would hate to see you get hurt again. I really don't know what I'd do without you."

"And Medic being so weird...?"

"I wanted to make sure you took proper care of yourself while I was gone. I guess they went overboard--but you do have a tendency to neglect your own needs in favor of work, and last night was no different."

Henchman blushed a little bit, and Villain felt themselves sliding into a more relaxed cadence as the conversation eased from "confession" to "take care of yourself, you idiot".

"You're one to talk."

That knocked Villain into another bout of silence. "I'm Villain. It's my job to go out and fight heroes--and maybe sometimes with Right Hand, but you're... you're different. Even considering my other employees, you are different. If you were hurt... If you'd died last night... I don't think I would be okay without you. I... really... I really care about you." Wow, great job genious.

Henchman didn't give Villain time to fret about what their expression meant as they replied, "I don't wanna loose you either, Villain."

-- Thank you all so much for all the attention and support on this series! It means the world to me. I have so many ideas for future posts, so stay tuned! Also, I have very little idea of how romance is actually supposed to go, so any specific requests are very much appreciated.

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[the-modern-typewriter]

hello! you’re a wonderful writer and i just cant get enough of your snippets! if you’d be interested would you like to write a snippet of a prince who got captured in a war and is now kept hostage by the rival kingdom’s prince? maybe rival prince could be very nice to his hostage but he could be very teaasing? it would mean the world to me if you’d take a moment to consider this idea. tysm! <3

"You know, I can see why everyone in your kingdom thinks you such a fearsome warrior. Man, those muscles..."

The prince's jaw clenched, even as he felt a treacherous warmth rise to paint his cheeks. He glanced sourly over at his enemy.

The other prince smiled at him, slow and teasing. Cat-like.

For all the prince's size, he felt like a mouse whenever he had to deal with Prince Lorne. The man was a menace. Too smart by all accounts. It was how the protagonist had ended up getting captured in the first place.

"Did you want something?"

"So, so many things," Prince Lorne said, leaning against the door of the baths. His gaze lingered, simmering with the same heat that shimmered and hazed the room around them. "But I came to tell you that your kingdom has agreed to open hostage negotiations."

The prince resisted the urge to swallow. The 'and that couldn't have waited?' died on his tongue. He said nothing.

Prince Lorne tipped his head, oh so curious. "I thought this might please you. You'll be going home."

"At what cost?" It came out raspy.

"We didn't start this fight, gorgeous. I merely finished it."

The prince swallowed. He clenched his jaw, scouring around the room for his towel, blind with - it wasn't quite panic, but certainly a burgeoning sense of utter failure. He was supposed to lead his people to victory, not be the reason that they fell.

And when he got home...

He hadn't expected the council to agree to even discuss his safe return. He'd failed. He was a poor excuse for a warrior, and there was no place for such shame among his family.

Prince Lorne's court was a very different sort of place. It prized all manner of luxuries and fine things that would have been considered a weakness in the protagonist's home.

The massive communal baths, filled with a changing array of oils and scents, designed to ease all manner of aches and pains.

The beds - sinkingly soft, with fluttering gauzy curtains and more pillows than any man could ever reasonably need.

The food. Heavens, the food. The protagonist had never tasted anything like it. In their kingdom, all the meals were hearty and centred around meat. But in Prince Lorne's kingdom...well. He didn't think he'd ever tasted so much sweetness.

Everything about his enemy was like that. Sweet, decadent and enticing. Teasing. Hostage situation aside, he'd been a bewilderingly attentive host.

It should have all been a weakness, to be kind to one's enemies, and indulgent with oneself, and yet...Prince Lorne had won. It went against everything that the protagonist had been taught.

"Of course," Prince Lorne said, after too long had passed without the protagonist saying anything. "I could simply decide to keep you."

The prince's hands curled into fists. The damning heat (he'd blame the baths) rose up his face some more.

The other prince sauntered closer, to the water's edge, unconcerned it seemed with the possibility of being dragged in and drowned. He crouched down, brushing a wet strand of hair away from the protagonist's eyes.

"You're so handsome when you're not all bloodied and bruised up and covered in battlefield filth." The prince's hand caressed down, electric danger, as Lorne pouted. "The waters are healing you well. It suits you - to be pampered and well looked after."

"I'm not. You can't -" With a snarl, the protagonist wrenched his head away. The splash of water he sent over the other prince should have made him look ridiculous, but it didn't. Prince Lorne's teasing smile merely grew. He laughed softly.

"I can do whatever I like with you, gorgeous. You're my hostage."

"There's no point keeping a hostage if you don't give them back, if you don't-"

"-So you do want to go back, then?"

"Of course!"

The lie, the wretched truth of it, of the last weeks, rested on the air between them.

The protagonist looked down. He closed his eyes.

He should not have preferred Prince Lorne's kingdom, being a prisoner, to his own home and freedoms.

"Mm," Prince Lorne said.

The protagonist could feel the weight of his scrutiny.

"Of course I do," the protagonist spat out, as if venom alone might make the words convincing. "This place is ridiculous. You're -"

"-Offering you a way out. If you'd like it. Consider it a part of hostage negotiations."

The prince's eyes snapped open again. His mouth felt very dry.

Lorne reached out, plucking a white fluffy towel from where it rested on the side, and offered it out as blithely as his words.

"You're the hostage," Lorne said. "Think about what you want, then come find me. I'll be talking to your kingdom tomorrow morning, so you have until dinner tonight."

A million questions, feelings, swirled around in the protagonist's head. He took the towel.

"I thought you could do whatever you liked with your hostage," he managed.

"Yes." Lorne stepped back. "And that means I can treat you with all due respect and compassion if I want to, your highness, and you can't stop me."

The protagonist gaped.

"Ah," Lorne said, watching him again for a beat, eyes dark. "You really are just the cutest beneath all that..." He waved a hand. "Lush intimidation."

With that parting, that really should have been offensive but only made the protagonist's stomach give another increasingly treacherous swoop, the other prince sashayed off once more.

The man truly was a menace.

Heavens, but the protagonist didn't want to leave.

[morallyinept]

My Protector - A Joel Miller GIFLET

Uh, Jett, what the heck is a GIFLET?

Just a short 500 words or less drabble, based on inspiration that I got from a GIF. Simples.

Pairing: Joel Miller x GN!Reader (No name or physical description of reader. It's you, bub.)

Word Count: 500

Scoville Smut Rating: None, you're safe. However, there are mentions of blood.

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GIFLET MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST

Enjoy! 🖤

This GIFLET is inspired by the below GIF 👇🏻

"Joel, wh-what do I do? There's so much blood! Stay with me!" You press over the wound as hard as you can.

"I'm stayin' with ya. Listen to me! Ya gotta be quick. Ya need to get it out! Okay?" He wheezes.  

"Okay!"

"I'll walk ya through it." He groans out loudly. "Y'can do this. I need ya to do it!"

You nod frantically, hands shaking. So wet and shiny with his blood. 

"It's gunna bleed. Real fast. Ya gotta push on it, as soon as it's out, ya hear me?"

"Yeah." 

"On three. Do it! One, two-"

You push in before one and he knew you would. Was counting on it. He groans and breathes through it; grinding his teeth, neck cords straining, whilst you apologise over and over because you don't know what else to say. 

"Almost got it. Hold on, Joel."

He squeezes your shoulder, gripping it so tightly that it starts to ache; burning under his crush. 

"That's it, keep squeezing. Work through it." You chant at him and he punches the table top with his other fist in pain.

You extract the bullet from his wet, spongy flesh, fast but with clumsy precision.

"I got it! It's out!" You exclaim, then you feel it gush. All over your hand, his blood. He was right, there's a lot. Too much.

His eyes close, head lolling. 

You press down onto the wound as hard as you can, keeping him all in. Your full weight behind it.

"Joel! Stay with me!"

"JOEL!"  

He sits bolt upright in the bed with a strangled whimper. It shakes you awake. He clutches at his chest.

"Joel?" You murmur sleepily. 

You sit up and he's sweating. Grey curls matted to his forehead and nape. He immediately turns from you, head in his hands as he throws off the sheet swinging his legs out. 

"Bad dream?" You enquire, gently.

"M'fine." He murmurs back coldly.

It takes him two days to tell you.

During that time you're patient, you don't push. He might not show it, but he's grateful that you never push.

But it's gotten to him. Rattled him this time. Furrowed in, uprooting his skin from the bone. 

In all of the bad dreams he's had, he's never left you, not once. Not like that.

But this time he did.

And it terrified him.  

"I died." Joel murmurs as you're both winding up a hill one afternoon after scouting for supplies.

It halts you. Then he stops, owing you clarification. 

"The other night, the dream." He says. "I died." 

You go to speak, but he stops you, shaking his head. 

"I left ya" He croaks. "I couldn't protect ya anymore." His voice breaks; the daylight reflects off the tears that pool in the corners of his eyes. He blinks them away rapidly.  

You go to him then; arms reaching for him, and he lets you catch him as he falters, just for a second. 

For a second, he lets you protect him.

🖤

[mischievous-thunder]

You can be cool but you'll never be a "Time DILF giving life advice to the famous god of mischief and stories, Loki who's not so subtly in love with the said man" cool

[wandaspetal]

An Island Made From Love

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: Marvel/MCU

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫(𝐬)/𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩(𝐬): Wanda Maximoff x Reader, mentions of Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova (platonic), and Kate Bishop x Wanda Maximoff (platonic)

𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞: Established Relationship

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.4K+

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Mentions of death (no one actually died though I’m not heartless) , Mental breakdowns, panic attacks, mention of anxiety, depression, suicidal ideations, crying, angst with a happy ending, VERY GAY AND FLUFFY AT THE END I PROMISE

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You make your island flag in animal crossing Wanda’s crown.

𝐀𝐍: Reader uses they/them pronouns! This is very much partially based on me restarting my anch island and wondering how Wanda would react after a hard day….I’m mentally ill shush.

Wanda had been having the worst day. The team’s mission went south very fast. Hydra began implanting bombs inside their base’s so that in the case if they are ever found they can destroy the evidence of them being there. Soldiers waited outside for them with military grade weapons. The Hulk went into a fit of rage, Clint almost lost an arm and Natasha was almost crushed by rubble. Wanda was able to push herself hard enough to use her magic to make sure Natasha and her got out of the building quick enough.

They were the only ones left inside as the rest of the team fought everyone outside. After everything was said and done the ride on the quinjet back to the compound was silent. Even a small cough had an apology following suit behind it. Wanda is surprised she didn’t cry the same way Kate did as Yelena held her on the way back. The brunette simply placed a comforting hand on Kate’s back on the way home.

Wanda Maximoff had lost so many people in her life and this was another reminder of why she had to keep them out the way. The team can protect themselves. Y/n, a barista at a family owned coffee shop–one they barely work at anymore because their rich girlfriend takes care of them and Tony and the team randomly throws money and gifts their way. But that’s besides the point. The team is strong with super powers or serums or martial arts and knows how to use weapons. Y/n makes the threat that anything can be a weapon yet they ironically apologize whenever they bump into a chair, table, etc.

The mere thought of losing them the same way she almost lost half the team today nearly sent Wanda into a spiral. She convinced herself to hold on and remain strong.

Once they landed everyone was sent off to med bay, visible injury or not. Wanda had a scar on her brow and a cut on her nose and a sprained wrist. Both her arms were sore but she didn’t think that was worth mentioning. After leaving medbay she informed Jarvis to tell the team she went to see Y/n if they asked where she went.

Wanda didn’t bother driving a car, she stepped outside and immediately teleported inside Y/n’s apartment. The Sokovian wasn’t allowed to do that anymore after she scared them but she couldn’t help herself as she was on the verge of shaking from overstimulation.

“Wanda is that you?!”

“Y-Yeah!” She already felt tears coming to her eyes at hearing your voice but quickly blinked them away.

“Oh! Come look and see!!” Y/n exclaimed happily.

Wanda smiled and quickly walked pass the small foyer and to the living room. Her shoulders relaxed at the sight of her partner gazing at the TV that displayed her animal crossing game on it. She walked over and sat down on the couch.

“I restarted my island and it took like five times but I finally got villagers that aren’t ugly!” They squealed with joy.

Wanda placed her hands in her lap and smiled authentically at the screen. Y/n had already begun decorating the island and including as much villager homes as possible. There was customized pathing on the beach and grass.

“I named it Westview because you know…we said we wanted to move there.” Y/n’s voice grew quieter as their shyness increased. They shrugged. “And yeah…”

Wanda turned her head and reached out her to tuck their hair behind their ear. “That’s nice, I like it.”

Y/n blushed then cleared their throat. “Oh! Also the flag!! Look, look, look!!” They still hadn’t looked at Wanda as they could not turn their attention off the screen. Not even a bowl of the best pasta in the world could take their focus off their hyper fixation right now.

Wanda turned her head back towards the screen, still twirling their strand of hair between her two fingers. She dropped her hand at the sight of the flag that blew in the wind at the airport. It was her head piece. The one that she didn’t like at first but Y/n adored because it suited her so well. And because Y/n adored it Wanda slowly began to, too. Tony designed it for her after he heard her ranting about wanting more accessories for her costume the same way Nat and Steve did.

“I made it just for you!” They exclaimed.

“You made me a flag…with my head piece on it?” Wanda asked, her eyes glazing over with the tears she had been holding back since the mission ended.

Y/n beamed at the tv screen missing the full effect of their words. “Yeah! Because you’re my favorite person in the world and–“ They faltered and their brow furrowed with concern as they finally turned to look at the brunette. “Wanda, are you okay?” Y/n reached out and caressed her cheek with their palm as the witch begun to cry.

“I just love you…so much.” A lone tear trailed down her cheek. “You make me so happy…I-…today was awful and some of the team almost didn’t make it and it was so traumatizing and I just–” A much needed sob broke free from her mouth as she curled into Y/n’s warm embrace.

Y/n began to rock them side to side and soothingly rub their hand up and down Wanda’s back. “You’re safe now, let it all out.” Wanda sobbed harder than before, gripping on Y/n’s shirt for dear life. “I’m so sorry all of you had to go through that.” Wanda continued to cry as Y/n continued to speak.

They sat in silence until her sobs died down to sniffles and her eyes had stopped producing as much tears.

Y/n moved to pull away then stopped as Wanda whimpered. “Put your head up for me please.” Wanda complied, sitting up straight with their arms still around each other. “I love you.” Wanda felt another sob building up in her throat. “And I’m so so proud of you.” Another sob broke free but Y/n continued to speak as they wiped away Wanda’s tears. “Today was really hard and you did such a phenomenal job–yes you did.” Y/n reassured as Wanda began shaking her head. “You did a good job because you did your best.”

Wanda pulled away from their embrace, her body immediately felt the rush of cool air surrounding her. “I didn’t even tell Pietro where I was going, I just left and came straight here to you because I just felt so overstimulated and…and broken and scared.” Y/n nodded, holding their palms together. “And I know I did a great job but fuck why did my life have to be this way, I’m still here, I’m still the scared little girl who hid under a bed with her twin brother for 3 days after realizing our parents are gone and dead and…” She felt herself begin to descend into a panic and placed one hand on her chest and the other on her head. “I’m tired. I’m so tired.” She choked out.

Y/n took both Wanda’s hands in their own. “Baby, look at me, hey-” Their eyes met. “I’m right here, okay? Everything is okay now, the team is okay, your brother is okay and you are okay..you’re safe now.” Wanda blinked. Y/n brought Wanda’s hands to their chest and took a deep breath in then a deep breath out and continued this until Wanda began to follow suit.

It took five minutes until the normal color returned to Wanda’s cheeks and blood no longer felt like it was rushing to her ears. Y/n placed their hand on Wanda’s cheek, smiling as the witch sighed out of content. Wanda turned her head and kissed their hand before she spoke.

“Can you show me more of…Westview?” She asked softly while making eye contact.

“Only as long as you promise to move there with me…and also order us a pizza.” Y/n bit their lip and grinned as Wanda giggled.

“I promise.” Wanda took her phone out of her pocket and snuggled into Y/n’s side as the number for their favorite pizza place began to ring. “Extra cheese?” She hummed as Y/n kissed the top of her head.

“Sounds great.” They replied and began to decorate Westview as Wanda ordered them enough food to have leftovers for the next day.