#one day i won’t even think of him hardly ever anymore

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[witchywcmans]

NEEDY. | AKI HAYAKAWA

synopsis ━━ you were in need of a roommate, and aki hayakawa needed a place that wouldn't ask any questions. you went to work during the day, while aki worked late nights. you basically had the apartment to yourself. it was honestly a match made in heaven. but then, you just had to come home one day and catch your roommate in a precarious situation. (aki x f!reader.)

content warnings ━━ voyeurism (just a wee bit), sex-deprived aki 🫶, but also possessive + jealous aki, masturbation, dirty thoughts + wet dreams, fingering, praise, multiple orgasms, classic missionary, unprotected sex, creampie, mutual pining/confession, kinda au (we're not mentioning the gun devil arc), aki has lived to see 26 + reader being a similar age, some religious imagery. nsfw (minors + ageless blogs dni).

word count ━━ 5.1k

song inspiration ━━ dealer, lana del rey / friends, chase atlantic / double fantasy, the weeknd

author's note ━━ hi.....hello.........so this idea has been in my head for a little bit, and I realize roommate aus like this are simply not that original, but god dammit I just needed to get this out of my head. anyway, I lurrrrrv sex deprived aki. shout out to my friend hollis for screaming about this with me hehe 💓

The most words you had ever said to your roommate were on the day you interviewed him before he moved in. You immediately noticed that he was strange, but also shy and seemingly harmless. When you had asked why he needed to move in so quickly, he had said something along the lines of a “toxic environment” with his previous roommates: “Denji and Power are just too noisy and reckless. They’re four years younger than me. I need a place less chaotic.” You had been interested in getting to know more – you were curious, after all, about your potential roomie – but once he mentioned that you’d probably never see him because he worked nights, you were sold.

Aki Hayakawa was your new roommate.

He had never been more excited to finally get away from Denji and Power and the tumultuous mess they had turned his apartment into. He was older now; he needed something for himself, even if it was with a roommate. Being a Public Safety Devil Hunter, he needed a place that didn’t think twice about him, a roommate who didn’t ask questions. That’s what he liked about you: your place was on the right side of the city, and you looked at him like he was normal. The Fox Devil said you weren’t going to be good for him, but Aki tended to ignore them anyway.

You had helped him move into your second bedroom just a week later and he hardly said a word, except to ask you who had formerly occupied this space. You were hesitant to talk about it at first, but you cracked soon enough: “My old best friend lived in here. We had rented this place together, but we … aren’t exactly speaking anymore,” you admitted, setting a box down at his feet. “I came home from work one evening and found my boyfriend cheating on me with her. It had been going on for months, right under my nose.” You looked away when you felt your eyes start to sting with tears, sniffling them away. “Friends come and go, I guess. But I’m thankful you, at least, worked out to rent this space.”

“Well,” he sighed, opening up the box as you turned back to him. He smirked. “I promise I won’t sleep with your boyfriend.”

You had laughed, and what a pretty sound it was. After move-in day, Aki was true to his word that you almost never saw him. You worked a normal 9 to 5, while Aki … well, you had no idea what Aki did. You assumed he was a security guard or something with the hours he worked and how he was always wearing a suit and tie. He was working all the time, even weekends. Sometimes, you would catch him coming home as you were leaving for work, or on Sunday morning as you ate breakfast in the kitchen. He would be too tired to talk, simply waving at you before retiring to his room.

It was almost like living alone … except for notes he’d sometimes leave you on the stove or the bathroom. Or the weekend mornings, when he’d get you a coffee and leave it out for you before going to his room. Or the once-in-a-blue-moon nights when you’d stumble in the early hours of the morning after drinking in the city with some friends, standing out on the deck with Aki as he smoked a cigarette. Nights like those, you could’ve sworn Fate was trying to get you two to see each other, because you would be arriving home at just the right hour and Aki would be getting off work early. And you would find him on the deck in his suit and tie, cigarette hanging from his lips, hair pulled up in his classic topknot. He would find you leaning against the railing in nothing but a short dress, the glitter on your lids making your eyes sparkle even more, and – god, you were just so pretty.

After that night, he started dreaming about you. He dreamed about how your lips would feel against his, what it would be like to have you sleep next to him and rest your head on his chest. He was consumed by thoughts of you under him, how you tasted, the way you’d tremble if he kissed that sensitive part of your neck you told him about one late night on the deck. His need for you was insatiable. In his line of work, there wasn’t much time for dating, let alone sex. He hadn’t been thinking about it that much, especially when he’d been housing Denji and Power, but now … he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Naked. Underneath him. On top. God dammit, he’d have you any way you wanted.

It made him wish he had acted on his instincts that night on the deck: pushing you against the sliding door, his lips crashing onto yours, hiking your skirt up that just barely covered your thighs and using his non-dominant hand (the one that didn’t shake) to feel how wet you were. But alas, Aki Hayakawa was a gentleman. 

You two had been living together for a year. He hardly knew you, but also knew you like nobody else did. He knew how you took your coffee – black with two sugars. He knew the brand of toilet paper you liked. He knew that you liked to hang your coats in the closet on the right side. He knew you drooled in your sleep, and what TV shows made you laugh, and how much your water bill was each month.

He was acting out in ways that were unlike him. If he came home from work and saw you had a guy over, he made his presence known. When you were at the office, sometimes he would go to your room just to smell your perfume, and other times he would steal your panties. (He always gave them back, feeling too shameful. But he did keep one underneath his pillow.) Some nights, he would pretend to leave for work early and you would retire to your room for the night, and then he would hear the familiar sound of your vibrator and – fuck, he had to go to work hard. Again. 

You were taking up too much space in his head. He was becoming distracted at work, thinking about what you were doing during these late hours. Maybe the Fox Devil was right: you weren’t good for him.

But he wasn’t moving out any time soon.

It was a Thursday after work and you were completely exhausted. After attending endless meetings and having to argue with coworkers all day, you left work early and were grateful to have a night alone with some leftovers from the night before. You had completely forgotten Aki telling you earlier in the week that he had this Thursday and Friday off, your mind preoccupied with work responsibilities. Sighing as soon as you walked through the door, you set your bag down and shuffled out of your shoes. You shut the door softly, at peace with the silence. You didn’t even have the energy to get out of your work clothes; you simply padded your feet to the fridge, plucking your leftovers out. It was only when you reached up to the microwave that you noticed the apartment wasn’t as silent as you assumed.

Sounds emanated from another room.

You got on your tip-toes, not wanting to make much noise if there was an intruder, and felt for the pocket knife you always kept on your person. Passing by your bedroom first, you popped your head inside. Empty. Hadn’t been touched since you left this morning. The bathroom was next, and you held your breath as the sounds got even more noticeable. You peeked into the bathroom and … clear. Linen closet: clear. Coat closet: clear. But the sounds only became more clear as you got closer to the end of the hall, Aki’s room, and –

You stopped in front of Aki’s bedroom, the door cracked just enough that you didn’t need to pop your head in to see what was happening. Aki was home, for once, and you … you were watching him through the crack in the door. But how could you not? You knew where the sounds were coming from now, because Aki was the one making them.

His dark hair swept in front of his eyes as he sat back against his pillows. He wore a white t-shirt, while his boxers bagged around his ankles. Grunts slipped from his mouth – that pretty, pretty mouth you'd seen wrapped around a cigarette. And his hand … his hand wrapped around his cock, pumping furiously – desperately – with a pair of your panties enveloping the head. The same red lace panties you thought you’d lost months ago. 

You almost considered walking away, making noise in the kitchen so he would know you were home, but then –

Then, your name left his mouth in a whimper.

He was stroking himself even faster, muttering your name into the silent room with your panties wrapped so nicely around his cock. He was thinking about you, wanting so desperately cum in your panties, wondering if you thought about him when you used your vibrator. You were frozen in place, completely fixated on him as he leaned back against his headboard, his face finally exposed so you could see the way his jaw went slack, the way he moaned out your name. And – oh my god, you should leave –

But you couldn’t. And deep down, you knew there was a dirty part of you that always wanted to see this. Ever since that night on the deck, when you were wearing your favorite dress and all that glitter, and you noticed that he was looking at you in a way a platonic roommate definitely shouldn’t. You had started to think about him late nights when you were alone with your toy. You brought home dates, wanting him to see, giggling when you recognized his jealous expression. You tried to wake up earlier, just to see him when he stumbled through the door. Once, you even did his laundry to smell the nicotine on his jacket. 

The two of you simply couldn’t help yourselves.

And when you watched him finally reach his peak, spilling into your forgotten red lace panties, you realized just how wet the ones you were wearing had become. You watched him grunt as he came, breathing heavily and wiping the sweat off his brow. And when he muttered under his breath a soft, “Fuck,” you couldn’t help the short gasp that left your lips.

Aki stalled. Oh, shit. You hadn’t been quiet enough. He sat up more in his bed, pulling his boxers up, and you whipped your back against the wall. You cupped your hand over your mouth, praying he wouldn’t come out and see. But he was whispering, “Who’s there?” And you only had enough time to move ten feet down the hall before you heard the creak of his soles on the old floorboards.

“Fuck,” he muttered, louder this time.

Your back went straight, and after what felt like an eternity, you slowly turned to face him. “Aki,” you put your hands up in surrender, “I didn’t see anything –”

“Oh, what the fuck,” he shook his head at himself, quickly walking back into his bedroom. You were stunned, not knowing what to do, as he continued talking to himself in the room: “Stupid fucking idiot not closing the fucking door. What the fuck? What the fuck? My worst fucking nightmare. Fuck, why do these pants always get caught around my ankles? I need to get out of here. Stay at Denji’s for the night. Fuck, fuck, fuck –”

He emerged from his bedroom, now wearing jeans, his favorite Converse, and a leather jacket. He tried to pass you without looking, whispering obscenities under his breath, but then you were tugging on his jacket, lips pressed together.

Aki paused, cheeks red with both embarrassment and anger at himself, but you didn’t let go of his sleeve. He noticed the redness of your face as well, the black of your pupils almost covering your entire eye, and were you … were you aroused?

Swallowing hard, your voice was but a mere whisper when you asked, “How long have you had those?”

He knew what you were referring to. It didn’t take an idiot. Your stares were locked, and despite his shame, he wouldn’t turn away. “A while,” he mumbled.

“How long is ‘a while?’”

“Months, okay?” His eyes narrowed and his voice took on a new tone. “Now, can you let go of my jacket so I can leave and save us both the embarrassment –”

“Months,” you repeated, licking the corners of your lips. His eyes were made of blue fire as he stared down at you, and even with your office attire on, you felt utterly naked beneath his gaze. “I’ve … I’ve been thinking about you for months too.”

Aki took a moment to process your words, and your grip hesitantly released on his sleeve. But he wasn’t – he couldn’t – let you get away so easily. His breath was shaky as he placed both of his hands on the wall behind you, pinning you to it. So many times had you two passed each other in this hallway, so many words left unsaid. And now, he was pressing you against it.

“You’ve been thinking about me … for months,” he thought out loud, leaning in a little and nosing your hair. Your scent was intoxicating. That perfume … he could cum in his pants just from smelling it. “For months, you’ve been bringing guys to the apartment to … to what? Make me jealous?” He chuckled under his breath. It took him so long to put it together. “For months, you’ve been touching yourself right before I leave so I go to work fucking hard.” His nose traveled down to your neck, grazing that spot you told him about, and you shuddered. “You’ve been putting me through the wringer and I didn’t even have a clue.”

“You’re … you’re not so innocent.” You tried to keep yourself together, but it was difficult with him pinning you to the wall and – oh, he was already hard in his pants, pressing into you.  “You’ve been stealing my panties so you can masturbate with them.”

Aki hummed quietly, pressing his lips so delicately to your neck, as if his cock wasn’t completely strained in his jeans. “I supposed I have,” he whispered against your skin, “for months.”

“Since that night on the deck,” you croaked out, hands balling into fists as he licked a stripe up your neck. If he didn’t stop, you’d surely moan. “But I didn’t say anything – didn’t think about saying anything – because … because we’re roommates.”

“We are roommates,” he said, lifting his head from your neck, his lips hovering so close to yours. “And if we’re just stating facts here, I’ve needed to kiss you since that night.”

You didn’t wait for him. Immediately leaning in, your lips pressed onto his in a hungry kiss. His mouth molded to yours, and he tasted exactly like you thought: like black coffee, cigarettes, those raspberry pastries he always kept in the kitchen. His tongue, slipping into your mouth, tangled with yours in a way that you had only dreamed about. Your hands released from their fists, instead reaching up to twist in his t-shirt, bringing him even closer to you. He’d hardly touched you and you were completely, utterly soaked. 

As if hearing your thoughts, his lips broke from yours for just a moment to beg, “I need to touch you.”

“Please,” you whispered back, and his mouth was back on yours.

He dragged one hand down from the wall (his shaky hand, believe it or not), still pressing you against it, and worked on unzipping your trousers. You nuzzled your nose against his as he kissed you deeply, slipping his hand in your pants, past the waistband of your panties and – you were exactly as he dreamed you’d be. Absolutely wet. Just as needy for him as he was for you. “Fuck,” he muttered into the kiss, spreading your soaked folds with two long fingers. 

Your lips tore away from his, a trail of spit following, because you simply had to release the moan you’d been holding in for so long. Despite loving the way your mouth fitted against his, he was glad for it, wanting to see your face when he started rubbing your sensitive clit. And fuck, was it the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Your fists on his t-shirt went loose as your body felt like it was made of liquid, angling into his. Your lips pursed, soft whimpers filtering out as he rubbed you in those tight circles.

“So fucking wet f’me,” he mumbled, grazing his lips over yours. “Dreamed about this for months. Fuck, I’ve gotten hard just thinking about this pussy.”

He finally dipped a single finger inside you, and your hips immediately jerked against his hand. Aki let out a shuddering breath when he felt how much you were squeezing just one finger, pumping it in and out of you slowly. “Please,” you whispered, despite his thoughts, “I can take more. I promise.”

You didn’t need to ask him twice. He shoved two fingers inside you, curling them against that spot that had your hips instantly bucking. “Fuck, Aki,” you whined as he plunged those fingers in and out of you, using his thumb to rub your clit. 

“Yeah?” He breathed. 

“Kiss me.”

Aki moaned from your words alone, kissing you hard while fucking you with his long fingers. He was practically drunk on you: your scent wrapped around him, you tasted like citrus, and the way bucked into his hand … god, he needed to fuck you. So bad. And if you didn’t want that, then he needed to jerk himself off immediately or else he was going to explode in his pants. The last thing he needed was another embarrassing moment tonight.

It only took seconds to have you sighing into the kiss, squeezing his fingers like a vice as you came. His thumb on your clit was relentless, taking you over that lovely peak, as you mewled and cried into his mouth. It was almost religious, the way you moaned, and Aki had never felt closer to God than in this moment.

When the adrenaline subsided, he slowly removed his fingers from you and broke the kiss. You watched him intensely as he brought the fingers covered in your slick to his mouth, tasting you. Your lips fell open slightly, eyes going wide while his own closed, savoring the taste. What the actual fuck, you thought to yourself. How the fuck have we been living under the same roof and it took this long for me to see that?

Without missing a beat, you pushed yourself off the wall, winding your arms around his neck and latching your legs to his waist. He lifted you as if you were made of air, kissing you so that you could taste yourself. Before you could even perceive how much time had passed, you were on his bed, blouse disheveled and trousers undone. Even your hair hadn’t left the updo you put it in every weekday. Your eyes flickered to the right and you giggled to yourself. He had finally shut the door.

His eyes remained on you as he shrugged off his jacket, and then his pants. He was back in the same outfit you saw him in earlier, when your panties had been wrapped around his cock like a birthday present. He hesitated before finally pulling off his shirt, and you saw the scars lining parts of his chest. Definitely not a security guard, you thought to yourself but decided not to ask about it now. You reached up as he stood between your legs, brushing your fingers over the scars, and then dragged them down his abdomen. His frame was thin, but he was more built than you believed, always hiding himself under those oversized button-ups.

He wrapped his hand around your wrist as you touched him so gracefully. “Do you want to …?” His voice was so soft, the question hanging off the edge of his tongue.

And then, you smiled up at him, looking like an angel. “Yes, Aki,” you whispered.

He felt like a kid in a candy store. The only thing – the one person – he’d been dreaming about and looked at him as if he weren’t a machine, or a gun with the trigger pulled, was lying before him and liked him. For months, they’d both said. His dominant hand was shaking as he started unbuttoning your blouse, and when you noticed (though you had observed this the day he moved in), you grabbed his hand and placed it on your cheek. With his left hand and your right, you worked together to undo the buttons until your chest was exposed for him. 

Moonlight streamed through his bedroom, the only light source in a seemingly dark area.  City lights reflected on you as you pulled your hair free from the updo, those pretty strands fanning on his sheets. His sheets. Because you were in his bed. The blinking lights from corporate buildings outside your little apartment created a halo around your head and – fuck, you really were something religious. For so long, Aki thought only hell existed. I mean, all the Devils were here, contracted to them. But seeing you splayed out so heavenly for him on his bed, he knew then that Angels had to exist too. 

He took his time taking your pants off, watching the way you bit your lip when the cold air of his room hit your soaked panties. Your eyes glanced up to his boxers, seeing the indent of his long, thick cock, and your mouth went dry. His fingers hooked on the waistband of your panties, slowly dragging down and throwing them off to the side, hoping you’d forget about them so he could pocket another pair. With you exposed and bare on his bed, he really took a moment to admire you: the way your cheeks flushed, how the halo around your head flickered, the way your arousal seeped out of your pretty pussy and your nipples peaked. He just had to touch you; it would kill him if he didn’t. Leaning down, he began peppering kisses on your neck, your collarbone, before finally latching his lips around one of those sensitive nipples. Your breath stuttered at the sensation, and he used his left hand to palm your other breast, twisting the nipple between two fingers. You writhed under him, and he couldn’t help but grind his clothed cock against you, groaning and swirling his tongue around your nipple in tandem. Locking your legs around his waist, you held him to you so he was forced to keep grinding against you. It felt too good, and he wasn’t even inside you yet.

He tugged on your nipple and released it, breathing heavily as his eyes met yours. “If you don’t let me go, I’m definitely going to cum before I’m even inside you.”

“Poor Aki,” you giggled, letting your legs fall back on the bed. “Would that really be so bad?”

His eyes were burning into yours, serious as a heart attack. “I’ve been fucking my hand to the thought of you for what feels like forever,” he whispered, pressing a light kiss to the valley between your breasts. “I don’t want to ruin this moment.”

Aki moved up so that his lips were hovering over yours again, and he could really see the sparkle of your irises in the moonlight. You reached in between your bodies and gingerly massaged his bulge, feeling how much he’d already soaked his boxers with precum. “You couldn’t ruin anything even if you tried,” you replied, your voice light and airy. “I’m on the pill. I’m ready when you are.”

“Shit,” he groaned at your mention of being on the pill, trembling as you massaged him. This had to be another one of his dreams. Just the thought of being inside you without the barrier of a condom … he was so close to completely exploding. He didn’t deserve this, didn’t deserve you, after all the hell he’d witnessed and brought forth into this world. But he couldn’t help himself. He needed to have you, roommates be damned.

He stood up, needing to get away from your gentle hand. You sat up a little to help him tug down his boxers, careful of that shaky hand of his, and his cock sprang free, dripping precum on the floor. Aki, ever the gentleman, laid you back down on his bed with ease, holding your stare as he spread your legs wide for him. He breathed, praying to whatever god placed you in front of him that he wouldn’t cum prematurely. He couldn't remember the last time he had sex, but he was so desperate for you that all he cared about was not tainting this moment, this dream. 

Aki grasped his cock, giving it a few hard pumps and grunting, before positioning himself at your entrance. You both seemed to hold your breath as he finally slid in, just an inch at first, and the two of you seemed to release that shaky, nervous breath. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, burying himself further in your tight warmth, bracing his elbows beside your head. 

“Keep going,” you begged. “It’ll fit, Aki. Promise.”

You were going to kill him, he was sure of it. Aki had felt the way you squeezed his fingers, but it was nothing compared to pleasure of being inside you, feeling how tight you really were. So much better than his hand. Once he was fully seated inside you, he opened his eyes just to look into yours. Your lips pursed, legs wrapping around his waist once again, and you slowly nodded for him to continue. His cock twitched.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he muttered, sliding out of you before slamming back in. You cried out, carding your fingers in his hair, and he molded his face in the crook of your neck to muffle his own whimpers. You just felt so, so good – so good that he could cry. To think that his bed had once been so cold, so lonely, but now you were occupying the space, trembling underneath him as his cock slipped in and out of you. 

Your moans were like gospel. For so long, Aki had been used to loud noise: to Denji’s complaints, to Power’s shouting, to the Devils’ in his ear. But now, it was just you two on the altar of your apartment, silent except for your heavy breaths mingling and the sound of car horns outside. You were wet and slick like holy water, taking him so nicely despite his size, and god – it was like you were made for him and he was made for you. 

You tugged on his hair, needing him so badly even though he was already yours to begin with. He really would have you any way you wanted. All you had to do was ask.

Aki was already so close to release, but he needed you to cum with him. As he fucked into you harder, deeper, his cock curving against that spot that made your eyes roll back, he reached in between you two and found that swollen bundle of nerves in the apex of your thighs. “Aki,” you whined, tears pricking at your eyes as he rubbed your clit. He could die happily now that he heard your voice like that in his ear, knowing it was him that made it happen.

“Yes?” He said, breathless, placing sloppy kisses on your jaw. You clung to him, melting into him like ice cream on a hot summer’s day. “I’m so close. Are you close, angel?”

You whimpered at the nickname. “Almost.”

“Almost?” He fingers went a little faster. “Let’s get you there.”

As his two fingers rubbed tight, small circles on your clit, he angled his cock inside of you so that he could brush your G-spot with every thrust. You were now clutching onto him with all the strength you had left, entwining your body with his and feeling his muscles flex against your stomach. He was so deep now and you were so close and oh my god, Aki Hayakawa had you like putty in his hands.

And it was like he knew it without you even saying it. Because as your walls started to clench around him, he whispered into your ear. “Cum for me, angel. Please, please, need to cum with you.”

Your body convulsed, going tight around his cock as you came. Tears streamed down your cheeks and you called out his name, spurring him to fuck into you faster, reaching his own peak in the middle of yours. He groaned deep into your neck, hips stuttering as he spilled himself inside of you. You kept your legs around his waist, not wanting to miss a drop, and arched yourself against him, coming down from the high of your intense orgasm. Aki was still rubbing your clit slowly, whispering praises into your skin like, “Did so good me … So pretty … Could listen to you cum for hours.”

You two laid like that for a while, feeling his cock soften inside you, panting heavily against each other. Once he finally pulled out of you, your combined releases dripping down your thighs, you laid beside each other on his bed and stared at the ceiling. The silence was comforting, until he whispered, “Please, tell me that wasn’t all a dream.”

Turning your head, you smiled at him. “Do you feel this?” You pinched his arm.

Aki flinched. “Ow.”

“Definitely not a dream,” you chuckled.

[flippinpancakes64]

Hello! I love your stuff and I wanted to request their response to:

Reader: Let me take care of you.

Them: It's rotten work...

Reader: Not to me...not if it's you.

Keep writing! You're amazing! (And I need something to read while I stay up)

Taking care of the Cullens

Ok ngl this ask has me giggling and kicking my feet

Jasper let me take care of you 😡😭❤️

Uhm and remember in my request rules thing where I said I don’t do narratives… i might be a big fat liar cause that’s what I did here… don’t come for me

And thank you so much for the kind words! Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

We all know he has a bit of a complex when it comes to his worth and his humanity

He tends to get in his own head a lot

Especially when it comes to you and your relationship

He doesn’t really get jealous in the normal sense

He just sort of gets sad when he sees you with other people

It’s one day after school and Edward seems to be avoiding you. You’re sitting at the table with Emmett, Alice, Esme, and Jasper playing a card game.

Only Edward is nowhere to be found.

The game finishes, Alice winning and Emmett immediately going into ranting mode about how it’s rigged. You excuse yourself to go check on him.

You find him upstairs in the piano room, plunking away on the keys mindlessly. If he wasn’t a vampire and you didn’t know better, you would say he didn’t even notice you enter the room.

You stood behind him for a while, watching as his fingers danced over the ivory keys.

“It sounds beautiful” you say.

He doesn’t respond.

“Edward, what’s the matter? You’ve hardly spoken to me all day.”

“Do you ever wish I was human?”

The question catches you off guard.

“To wish for you to be human would be to change you, and I happen to love you just the way you are.”

He huffs, his fingers halting.

“But don’t you wish I was warm? Don’t you wish I could eat the foods you like, actually sleep next to you at night, grow old with you?”

You sit down next to him at the stool and take his hands in your own.

“What were you like when you were human?”

The change of subject seems to catch him off guard, his face twists slightly as he thinks. He pauses for a beat before answering.

“I was a bit of a troublemaker. My mom always said I was giving her grey hairs way too early. I didn’t do any of my schoolwork, I just wanted to go and be free.”

“Hm, sounds like the you that could sleep, eat, and grow old was a bit of a wild card. Not really my type. You know I prefer the sophisticated, musical type.”

He laughs at that, hanging his head down to press a kiss to your joined hands.

“So what you’re saying is you like the version of me without a soul better,” he says bitterly. You frown at that.

“No, I’m saying I like the you that I have now. I love you, Edward. I would never trade you for anyone else in the world whether they have a pulse or not.”

He’s quiet for a moment.

“You know this is how it will always be, right? I’ll always be here, trying some new way to push you away from me. To make you realize that you deserve better.”

“And I’ll always be here to take care of you and make sure you know that my mind will never change.”

“Taking care of me for the rest of your life… talk about the worst job you could get.”

“Only it won’t be a job. Not for me. Not when it’s for you.”

He looks at you then, finally. His big, black eyes staring into yours.

You’ve wished it before, but in this moment you wish you were the one who could read his mind instead of the other way around.

“You’re so stupid,” he smiles, and leans in for a kiss.

Maybe one day he’ll fully believe you.

Alice:

Alice has a tendency to shut down whenever there’s too much going on

Too many people are on the cusp of making decisions that could change their lives

It seems that every person she meets on the street has a vision attached

She can’t take it anymore

You find her curled up in a ball in her room, the TV playing a program you don’t think she’s watching.

Around her are scattered sketchbook pages, each one hastily ripped from the pad and thrown to the floor.

On these pages are drawings of buildings, people, animals, and tragedies. You catch the face of a woman who’s screaming as a bullet heads straight for her face. In another is an open room with a small grenade in the center.

No wonder she’s been so upset.

None of the pages show joy, every single one a warning of a disaster that’s just waiting to happen.

In front of her, there’s a stack of drawings that she’s flipping through. On one of them you catch what looks like your face, only it’s contorted in a scream. In another you see Jasper, but you can’t make out what’s around him.

“Alice,” you call out, and her head whips up. Maybe she hadn’t heard you like you thought she did. “What’s wrong?”

She looks at you like a deer in headlights for a moment, before her eyes glance back down to the papers in front of her.

“There’s nothing wrong. Not yet, at least.”

Her tone is grave. You can hear the desperation for an answer, or at least a break.

You sigh, and move to sit next to her. You reach to take the stack of papers from her, meeting no resistance. If she wanted to keep them from you, she could. But she knew now that fighting you was always going to be useless.

“Alice, I know you can’t control the fact that you see these visions. But you can control how much you obsess over them. This isn’t healthy.”

“I don’t need to be healthy. I can’t die or get sick.”

You sigh again. “That’s not what I mean and you know it. You can’t keep withering away in here obsessing over what might happen.”

“But-“

“No buts.” You say, throwing the stack of papers to the side. “How long ago did you have these visions?”

She thinks for a moment.

“Yesterday, I think.”

“Alright. Have they happened yet?”

“Well, no…”

“From what you saw, are they still a possibility now?”

“…they are… a very low possibility…”

You could see her reluctantly piecing together your words, clearly not wanting to admit her mistake out loud.

“Look, Alice, you know that I’m always touched by you looking out for me, but in moments like this I need to look out for you too.”

She looks into your eyes, then hangs her head again.

“But that’s not how it’s supposed to be. My gift, I should be the one taking care of you-“

“No. There is no ‘supposed to’ anything. Humans aren’t ‘supposed to’ be with vampires and yet here we are. So please just come with me and watch a movie or cuddle or something?”

She looks at you again, then. Staring into your eyes, then glancing around her room, at all of the papers, then back to you. She smiles slightly and floats up to her feet.

“Fine. But I’m picking the movie.”

Jasper:

This is a man who needs some serious love and reassurance

He’s always on edge around you, even if he plays it off like he isn’t

He’s just always so scared of hurting you or doing something wrong

And a lot of the time that manifests as him isolating himself to try and get you to leave him

It was gonna be one of those nights again.

A night that you would spend alone in the bed you were supposed to be sharing with the love of your life, Jasper.

But no. On a night like this, he’s out in the woods, far, far away. Stewing in his feelings and brooding.

You don’t even remember anything happening this time. Sometimes something can set him off; a jab from someone at school, a hug he gave you that ended up being WAY too tight, anything really. Anything that reminds him of how he’s not supposed to be with you.

But right about now, you’re sick of it.

The Cullens have taken to being quieter at night since you’ve started sleeping over a lot more, but you know they’re all here- all except for the one you want.

So it being 2 am won’t bother any of the other residents of the house. You roll out of bed and march your way over to the door, throwing it open (politely) and stomping down the steps.

Emmett is the first one you see, and you decide he’ll be perfect for the job anyway.

“What’s got you going, firecracker?” He asks.

“I need you to go find Jasper and bring him to me. Now. I need to talk to him,” you couldn’t help the anger and frustration that seeped into your voice. Lack of sleep will do that to you.

Emmett stood up straight and gave a stupid salute, “One loner coming right up, boss.”

And with that he was out of the door, and you trudged back upstairs to wait for your boyfriend.

You were laying in the bed, still trying desperately to go to sleep when you heard a light knock on the door. Your eyes flicked open to see Jasper standing in the doorway, looking completely out of place and uncomfortable.

All of your anger left instantly, all you saw was the sweet man who was far too worried for his own good.

You sighed and scooted over, patting the spot next to you.

“Come here, Jasper.”

A look of what could only be described as fear flashed across his face before he shook his head and muttered a small, “i can’t.”

You sighed again and stood up, making your way over to him. When you reached him, you stretched your arms out to take his face in your hands, his eyes wouldn’t meet yours.

“Look, Jas, I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I have a pretty damn good idea. You’re not gonna hurt me.”

“You don’t know that,” he says, looking into your eyes, something about the black made him look more human, more scared. “Vampires are already dangerous, but I’m the worst of the worst. You’ve found yourself a faulty cannon amongst rifles, darling.”

You frowned at his analogy, squeezing his perfect face in your hands.

“You are NOT faulty, you hear me? You are perfect. Perfect for me, at least.”

“The perfect man for you wouldn’t be tearing himself up inside trying not to kill you.”

“And a lesser man would have already done it.” He was shocked at that, stunned into silence. He hung his head slightly, not meeting your eyes once more.

“And what if I do hurt you one day? Would you ever forgive me? Could I ever forgive myself?”

“I don’t think you will. But if you do, Carlisle will put me back together and I’ll jump right back into your arms.”

His eyes bore into your soul as he stared at you like you were crazy.

“Why the hell would you do that? Come running right back to me?”

“To make sure you don’t hate yourself for too long. Now come on, I’m tired and I can’t sleep without my personal AC unit.”

He looked at you with disbelief. You knew he didn’t believe you, you don’t know if he ever will.

But that’s okay. You’ll keep him right here, and pull him back to you every time he runs away.

Eventually, he’ll understand that you love him.

Rosalie:

The topic of kids has always been a very touchy one for Rosalie

It’s all she’s ever wanted, and all that she still wants

Most days, the pain is not too much of an issue

But some days, it just gets to be too much

You and Rosalie were walking down the street, hand in hand as you strolled by the different shops and food stands.

The city was busy today, many young couples out and about, shopping, talking, kissing far too passionately to be in public, the usual.

“Rose, do you mind if we sit down for a bit? These shoes Alice chose for me look really nice, but they are so uncomfortable.”

She giggled, but nodded and led you both to a bench. You sat down with a heavy sigh, finally getting off of your feet after what felt like forever (even though it was only about an hour).

Across the way in the little park you’ve both found yourself in, a young couple is sitting on a bench.

The woman has long, flowing, blonde hair that frames her face in loose curls. She’s wearing a gorgeous floral-patterned dress, and on her left hand is quite possibly the biggest, gaudiest ring you have ever seen.

To her right, a man sits, one who bears a striking resemblance to you, regardless of gender.

And in the middle, a little baby. A perfect mix of the two, her hair and his eyes, her nose and his jawline, all swaddled in a cute little onesie.

You’re about to turn to Rosalie to point out the cute baby (she always loves to look and maybe go touch it if the parents allow her to) when you see that she’s already looking.

Her face is grave, like she’s looking at her own headstone. Her face is twisted in grief, and she looks on the verge of tears.

It takes you a second to connect the dots, but once you do, your heart clenches for her.

That woman looks like her, reminds Rosalie of herself. And the man looks like you. And that baby is what she wants, all she’s ever wanted. What she can’t have.

Babies are always hard for her, but this struck a deep chord.

“Rose… do you wanna go home?” You ask softly, not wanting to come off as pushy.

“…”

“Come on, let’s go,” you grab her arm to pull her up, she goes with you, but keeps her head craned back to the young couple the whole time.

Once you’re far away, she breaks down. You’ve never seen a vampire cry, and that’s probably because they can’t. But if they could, Rosalie would be sobbing.

You know it’s bad because she doesn’t even care that she falls to the floor in this dirty, nasty alleyway. Normal Rosalie would rather die 100 times over than get her clothes dirty, especially here.

You sit down next to her, letting her dry heave and gasp into your shoulder, her wails breaking your heart.

You’re helpless here. Cause what can you really do? You can’t give her a kid, she can’t give you one either. You can’t go back in time and stop her from being killed. And you can’t go back and steal that baby from that couple (even though you kind of really want to).

So you just hold her.

You run her hair, pat her back, kiss her head, and whisper into her ear. How much you love her, how she’s perfect, how it’s okay, how you don’t think less of her.

Once she’s calmed down and her breathing has slowed, she looks up at you.

“I’m so sorry. You shouldn’t be seeing this side of me.”

“What? I want to be here for you, Rose. I know I can’t fix this for you, but at least I can-“

“Fix it? Darling, don’t worry about fixing me. I’m already completely broken, there’s nothing to fix.”

With that you just take a moment to look at her. Her face screams that she is broken. In her soul, at least. Her and Edward are a lot more similar than they like to think.

“Rosalie. You are not broken. There is nothing wrong with you.”

She scoffs at that. “I’m not human. I’d say that’s pretty wrong. Not to mention the fact that I can’t even look at a couple with a baby and not want to violently kill someone.”

“And that’s okay.”

She scoffs again.

“No, really, Rose. I mean it. I’m never ever going to think less of you for something like this. You went through something I can never even imagine and now you’re left to pick up the pieces. Just let me help you.”

She looks at you, her eyes staring into yours. The grief that she’s feeling is evident. But deep in her eyes, you see a touch of something else. Trust, maybe.

“You know, you’re gonna be picking up pieces for the rest of your life.”

“That’s okay, I don’t mind. Not if it’s you.”

Emmett:

He likes to pretend to be all big and bad all of the time

But in reality, he's still a person

He just has a hard time remembering that sometimes

You don't know where he got all of that energy from.

I mean, realistically, you know that he can never get tired.

But really, even for a vampire this was unnatural.

Some nobody in school had challenged him to an arm wrestle. Of course, he can never resist. He grabbed the guy's hand and prepared to pummel him, only to flinch and have his hand thrown down against the wood of the desk.

The guy had one of those fake shock things in his hand, and as soon as Emmett clamped down it vibrated like crazy.

To say he was pissed would be an understatement.

And now he was taking all of that anger out on the trees around the Cullen house.

"That-" punch "fucking-" punch "ASSHOLE!" punch punch punch

It had been days. And you were honestly getting worried. He hadn't hunted in those days, much less came inside the house. You're surprised the park ranger hasn't come knocking yet.

You heard a hollowed cracking sound and looked to see Emmett standing triumphantly as a rather large oak tree fell to the ground, followed by a guttural roar from the man.

"Emmett," you called, barely above a whisper. But you know he heard you. "Come over here please."

He looks at you with a slightly guilty look, the anger from before fading away as he hangs his head and trudges over to you. He stops just a few feet in front of you, lamely kicking the rocks beneath his toes as he avoids your eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s that stupid fucking guy-“

“No,” you stop him, putting your hand up to silence him. “What’s actually wrong? Don’t tell me you’re seriously this pissed about losing an arm wrestling match with some nobody.”

He just stood there in silence for a second. You took this chance to stand up and grab his face in your hands, instantly he leaned in, perching his head on your palms.

“I just… need to be strong. That’s what I am, I need to be strong,” he whispered, his voice coming out shy and meek.

You just smiled at him sadly and rubbed his cheek.

“I can be strong too you know. So every once in a while you can let me take care of you instead.”

He laughed at that.

“You, strong? As if. I could fold you in half!”

You punched him lightly in the arm.

“You jerk! I’m trying to be sentimental!”

He laughed again and grabbed your hands, bringing them back up to their previous spot cradling his face.

“Ok ok, serious sentimental time.”

You just laughed and kissed him.

Esme:

She has a bad habit of overreacting

Just a dash of anxiety

So when something-anything happens to you, she freaks out

This is bad.

Like really, really bad.

You were supposed to be driving to go see Esme at the Cullen house, but of course your piece-of-shit car decided that now would be a perfect time to break down.

Too far away from home to walk back, too far away from the Cullens to walk there, and the nearest anything was also too far.

Not to mention the snow covering the ground didn’t really entice you to get out of your still-warm car.

So you tried calling someone to come get you.

Only, of course there’s no service out here because why would there be.

Just your luck.

You weigh your options, and decide that walking is just gonna have to do.

You didn’t pack a winter coat because you didn’t think you’d be outside for this long, but you had a blanket stored in your backseat and it was better than nothing.

So off you trekked through the freezing cold winter storm to the Cullen house.

Inside, Esme was (in)patiently waiting.

Your favorite meal was waiting for you, already plated and getting colder by the second on the dining room table.

You said you were on your way 30 minutes ago. It takes about 30 minutes to get from your house to their house.

So where were you?

Her ears perked at the sound of a slowly beating heart coming from down the driveway.

It didn’t sound like one of the foxes or deer that roam around this time of year. No, it sounded a bit bigger, a bit more human.

She was out the door in a flash. Before anyone had the chance to ask what she was doing she was by your side.

“Oh my god, honey, why are you out here?!”

“An angel…” and then you collapsed.

Cue Esme absolutely freaking the fuck out.

She has you in front of a lit fireplace, a heating blanket rested over your shoulders and a warm towel on your head.

She’s pacing back and forth in front of you. She wants to hold you so bad, to kiss you, cuddle you, protect you. But she can’t. She’ll just make the shivers wracking your body even worse.

“Es…” you croak, your eyes blinking open finally.

“Oh my god! Are you okay? How are you feeling? Why were you out there? Where’s your car? Why didn’t you call me?”

“Shhhh,” you whisper, bringing your finger up to shush her. “Just come here.”

You open up your blanket in an invitation to her.

“Are you out of your mind? I can’t cuddle with you right now, I’ll freeze you!”

“Please, you deserve to be taken care of too.”

She crumbles at that, you can see the resolve leaving her face. And then she figures that you won’t get too cold with the heated blanket and everything.

She cuddles up next to you, wrapping her arms around your waist and ducking her head into your neck.

“I’m so sorry, I should have been there. And least of all I shouldn’t be such a mess right now.”

“It’s okay to be a mess, I’ll always be here to hold you.”

Carlisle:

No one really talks about the stress of being a pretend father for a bunch of eternal teenagers

Really, it’s a blessing that he doesn’t need sleep and isn’t affected by long hours

But despite that, he still gets so worn out

Today had been a long day for Carlisle.

It was student-teacher conference day. And while that’s not usually an issue since he always tells the kids to behave, Emmett decided it was necessary to punch a kid last week.

To be honest, Carlisle didn’t really care if the kid was a bully or not, all he viewed it as was something more drawing attention to them.

On top of that, the cattiness between Edward and Rosalie seemed to be especially bad today.

They were at each other’s throats for the better part of the day, and nothing would get them to separate.

At work, at least a dozen new patients showed up. A factory that was close by had a gas leak, very minor. None of the people were harmed at all, but many still insisted on going to the clinic.

Carlisle’s not one to discourage people from getting checked out, but he is one to tell people to go home when they’re fine, which everyone was.

But these people kept insisting something was wrong. A boy with a broken arm had to wait for three hours for a room to open up because the factory workers refused to leave.

By the time he got home, he was exhausted, you could tell. His eyes were heavy, as were his footsteps. His hair was disheveled, he had clearly been running his fingers through it all day from the stress.

He looked like a mess. But even then, he greeted you with a smile and a kiss on the cheek.

He always takes such good care of you, whether you’re sick or not, he’s always there with whatever you want.

Now it’s your turn.

“Carlisle, are you busy?” You ask, peeking into his home office. Even after the super long day, he’s a man of habit.

“Not particularly,” he turns to look at you, setting his pen down, “why?”

“Follow me.”

You lead him to the bathroom, where a nice, warm back is drawn. Complete with lilac scented bath oil and two candles lit on the sink.

“The bath looks beautiful, darling. I’m sure the lavender will be great for your skin.”

“Oh, it’s not for me,” you quip. All he does is raise an eyebrow. “It’s for you. I know you’ve had a long day, so go relax and meet me in the bedroom when you’re done.”

You don’t give him a chance to argue before you leave, shutting the door tightly behind you.

He emerges about 30 minutes later, still toweling his hair off.

“Ok now come on over here,” you pat the bed next to you, motioning him to sit there. Again, all he does is quirk and eyebrow but he obliges.

You take the remote to the TV in yours and Carlisle’s room, turning on his favorite movie. A classic one from the silent film era.

“But this… I haven’t seen this movie in years… how did you get it?”

“That’s the beauty of streaming platforms.”

You both sit in silence for a while, Carlisle seemingly happy to just watch his favorite movie after so long. Eventually, he turns to look at you with an inquisitive expression.

“So, what’s all this for?”

“What, am I not allowed to take care of you from time to time?”

He laughs slightly at that.

“A human taking care of a vampire, how twisted.”

You grab his face between your hands at that, drawing him close and looking deep into his yellow eyes.

“It’s not if I want to do it, and I would move the Earth for you.”

“Hopeless romantic,” and with that he kisses you.

Vampire! Bella:

She tends to… shut down

We all know how she was when she couldn’t be with Edward

That translates over

It really wasn’t supposed to be that big of a deal.

Your Spanish class was going to be taking a two week trip to Spain.

Only, Bella wasn’t in Spanish. This time around, she chose to take French. Which was all fine and good, until it meant that she couldn’t go with you.

Cue two weeks of endless calls and texts.

On the phone with you , she sounds fine. But from your calls with Alice, she’s not doing too hot.

She hasn’t been hunting since you’ve been gone, she’s completely stopped going to class, and she also hasn’t talked to anyone in the house.

It’s the last night of your trip, you’re in your hotel room, the girl you’re sharing with is sound asleep in the other bed, but you know one girl who’s never asleep.

You call Bella’s number, and she answers instantly, like she’s been waiting all day for you to call. In all honesty, she probably has.

“Hey, what are you up to?” You can hear the attempt to be nonchalant in her voice, but her eagerness gives her away.

“Oh nothing, I just got off the phone with Alice… wanna tell me why you didn’t leave our room today? Or yesterday? Or the day before?”

You can hear her pause on the line, like she’s trying to come up with a convincing lie, but eventually she sighs.

“I just… I’ve just been missing you a lot, is all. I want you here next to me, I feel incomplete without you.”

Yowch. Right through the heart.

You decide then to help in some way, you don’t know how immediately, but you have to do something.

So you start to hum.

Whenever you have a bad day, Bella hums the song her mom used to sing to her. You always ask her to, and even though she says she isn’t a great singer, she indulges you anyway.

Sometimes it’s the only thing that can stop you from a panic attack or calm you enough to go back to sleep after a nightmare.

You hear her gasp slightly before y he sound of sheets rustling, presumably her laying her head down.

You go through the whole song twice over, Bella never telling you to stop or joining you.

After your voice fades out and the line stays dead for a moment, you swear you can hear Bella overthinking.

“You know, you didn’t have to do that. I’m an apex predator. I shouldn’t be so upset whenever you leave for a little bit.”

You laugh lightly at that, and you can hear her scoff across the line.

“I don’t mind. Especially when it’s you. Bella, I love you and I would do anything for you.”

“Even if I’m a beautiful monster who was designed to kill you?”

“Even if you did kill me, I would hope that my blood nourishes you for months on end.”

[makelemonade]

The Tsaritsa is the archon of love, so when she notices and feels that the love lives of her Harbingers aren’t going too well, she has to interfere.

female reader, hurt/comfort, the harbingers are all friends; Pierro and Capitano. - pt2

Pierro

Being the Tsaritsa’s righthand and her first Harbinger was a stressful job. He was hardly at her side despite being her righthand but the moment she needed something done, the first person she’ll go to is him.

The Tsaritsa also hardly shows her face in public, so if there is any event she ever plans for the Fatui, whether it be a gala, ball or anything- she’ll make Pierro go to talk, even though SHE’S the one who hosted it.

Well, sometimes she’s there, lurking. No one actually knows it’s her since she chooses to stay hidden.

She decides to hold an eventful masquerade ball one night to celebrate the success of her Harbinhers. It’s one that she of course probably won’t even be going to and Pierro must go on her behalf.

Despite being his lover of many years, aka HIS WIFE, he has never once let you come to one of these and just says you’ll be bored out of your mind.

But a MASQUERADE BALL?! HELD BY THE QUEEN?! You had to go. This was your dream.

You begged for DAYS and he was so sick of it that he was forced to say yes.

Only for him to completely leave your side the moment you get there. At first, you thought that maybe it was just because he had a job to do, but throughout the night, he did not even spare you one glance.

You were standing off to the side, downing your 5th glass of champagne you’ve been stealing from the trays.

You felt upset, honestly. This was your first ever ball with him, one that you prepared for in terms of elegance and manners. You even made your own dress! It was ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS and it matched your mask and yet he didn’t even say anything.

You watched as he spoke to the Harbingers and important figures in Snezhnaya; they all laughed, smiled and showed off their guests, lovers or whoever they brought and you were practically discarded.

He acted like he had no lover tonight, and It made you wonder if his coworkers even knew he had a wife. Did he ever talk about you? Do they ever wonder why you’re never at the events? Do they even know your name?!

You struggled to listen in to their conversation, only being able to hear if one of them spoke loudly or the room went somewhat quieter.

You heard one speak a bit loud; the mayor of Snezhnaya.

“My Jester, I’ve never once seen you attend these with a guest. Why is that?”

The next voice was quiet, but you knew your husbands voice.

“I simply don’t have anyone to bring.”

You almost dropped your 6th glass of champagne, and if you did drop it, it would’ve broken just like your heart just did.

Married for YEARS yet they don’t even know who you are.

You waited for another waiter to walk by and slammed your glass down onto the tray, deciding you couldn’t stay in this ballroom anymore.

Walking around, you found doors that led out to a balcony and was thankful there was no one on it as you rushed to it.

The doors weren’t open wide so no one would see you out on there, thankfully. You took off your mask, letting your tears flow as you quietly sobbed, ignoring the cold hitting any bare skin.

On these nights, the Tsaritsa always seemed to calm down the weather. There was no harsh snow or rain, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t still cold- if anything, this was almost warm.

You leaned against the railing, your hot tears melting through any remaining snow left on it.

Shivering, you couldn’t go back inside- your mascara was probably smudged by now and you didn’t want to look at your husband.

You were thinking of ways to try to leave the ball without your husband noticing but in full honesty, he probably didn’t even notice you were gone right now.

You didn’t even hear the clacks of high heels until you felt something drape over your shoulders and you almost yelped out of surprise.

It was a coat; a long, fluffy one at that. You looked to your side to see you’d been joined by another woman.

Her skin was as pale as the snow, her hair long, flowy and honestly you could’ve sworn it was glowing. Her eyes were as sharp as ice yet as soft as snow.

Her dress was white, with laces of icy blue and sapphires adorned; the same with her mask.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone hide out on a balcony during any of these.” She almost laughed, “Too cold.”

You wondered how she wasn’t cold; she’d given you her jacket, and her arms were bare yet she seemed perfectly fine as she leaned across the railing.

She even dared to jump up on it, sitting down as if there wasn’t a huge risk she could fall off with one gust of strong wind.

That made you noticed there were no harsh winds tonight.

“What’s wrong, dear?” She asked, ever so softly as she took in the sight of your tears.

“Just my husband,” you scoffed, moving a hand up to wipe them. You didn’t know why you were exposing this to a complete stranger yet there was just something about her that seemed like it was right to do so.

She hummed, then chuckled. “Love; such a beautiful yet painful feeling. Glad I’ve had my fair share with it.”

“You’ve been in love before?” You asked, genuinely interested in this random woman’s life.

“Many, many times.” She leaned back a bit, holding onto the railing as she looked up to the sky with a sad smile, watching the northern lights dance.

“Which makes it necessary that I must help people in love.” She looked back down to you, “if you so wish to speak.”

You sighed, wrapping the coat around you closer as you shivered. “I’ve been married to my husband for years, yet it feels like nothing. He has a stressful job- he works for her majesty, so I never ever complain about his absence. Yet tonight, he completely disregarded the fact of my existence and, even his own coworkers don’t know I exist! He won’t introduce me! Am I truly his wife if he can’t even act as my husband?!” You just groaned, looking up at the lights just as she did before.

She took in your words, nodding at every angry or frustrated rant within. After a minute, she spoke.

“Have you ever thought he doesn’t introduce you because of his coworkers?”

You looked down, turning to her confused yet encouraging her to continue, intruiged.

“The Harbingers…as loyal as they may be, some are rather dangerous, reckless and if I dare say myself, absolutely weird.”

You cackled. There was no way this random lady was dissing THE TSARITSA’S HARINGERS. “Do you truly have no fear?!”

She just laughed as well, hopping off the railing to now stand beside you. “I speak the truth. Maybe take that into consideration; perhaps, even though he is the first harbinger and can definitely take on all of them if any dared to touch you-“

You broke out into laughter again.

“-maybe think it’s to protect you from them. His actions tonight are not to be forgotten, and I assure you that soon he will realize his wrong and all will be will.”

You took in her words, looking back up to the sky. Well, she wasn’t wrong; he was the first harbinger, and even though he is insanely powerful, that didn’t mean the others weren’t.

Maybe he was trying to protect you, but that didn’t defend his actions.

You turned to thank the woman, but was met with nothing. She was gone- you didn’t even hear her leave!

Then that reminded you- how the hell did she know he was the first harbinger?! You only mentioned she worked for him.

You still had her coat and you walked towards the doors to head back inside, hoping to find her but she was nowhere near.

You just sighed, choosing to sit on the bench at the side of the balcony. Wrapping the coat around you.

It was large, insanely large- the type of coat that would honestly fit the size of your husband….

You took a closer look at the coat, only to notice the Fatui emblem.

Who the hell was this woman?!

~~

“And then I told that stupid fennec green-haired bastard- OH MY ARCHONS!” Dottore stopped his story when he noticed the sudden presence of his archon and every other harbinger within the circle yelped.

“This is a first.” Capitano muttered, no one knowing if he was surprised or not under that mask.

They all tried to bow but she out her hands out. “Nono! No one knows I’m here other than you all so do not make a scene!” She whisper-yelled and they all immediately straightened themselves.

“Pierro,” She turned to him,

“Yes, your majesty?” He bowed his head,

“May we take a walk?” She asked, putting her arm out.

He nodded, wrapping his arm around hers. “Continue your story, dottore.” She called before she and the first harbinger walked around the ballroom.

“Your wife looks gorgeous tonight.” She said once they were out of earshot.

He looked at her with shock. “How did you-?”

“Pierro,” she sighed, coming to a halt. “You have been at my side for 500 years. You are my best friend but I am also your Archon; nothing gets past me, and as the God of Love it is my duty to tell you that your wife is heartbroken at your actions tonight and i’d advise for you to speak to her!”

During this; she somehow pushed him all the way to the doors and at her final words, she pushed him out onto the balcony, the warmth of the ballroom now gone.

He looked around and found your tear-stained face on the bench and he sighed, sitting beside you.

“You look adorable in that,” He laughed at HIS coat on you.

“Would you like to meet my coworkers, darling? I don’t want you to put this gorgeous dress to waste.”

Capitano

The fourth harbinger hardly ever talks. At meetings, he speaks a total of four words. There are very few Harbingers he will speak too and the only ones he actually talks to more than anyone else is Pierro, Dottore and Signora.

Just because you are his wife does not mean this excludes you.

The Tsaritsa had put both you and him down for an arranged marriage just a few months ago. Her reasoning- told through Pierro- being that Capitano seriously needs someone in his life and she’d rather it be someone who talks a lot- aka you.

You never met the Tsaritsa, but you worked for the Harbingers as a secretary so even before your arranged marriage you’ve had your fair share with all of them.

The Tsaritsa HOPED that maybe at meetings and gatherings capitano would finally talk more after marrying you and yet he remained as quiet as usual according to Pierro and she was gonna lose her shit.

Now, in the privacy of your home with him, he is more comfortable with you than the others. He’s shown you his face, but in truth the only reason being because he doesn’t want to sleep with it on and you literally sleep with him so…

He talks a bit more; he says good morning, good afternoon, good night..

Yeah…

At first you were fine with it; it was better than when you were just his secretary and he’d leave work on your desk with a note saying “have done by today. thanks :)”

It was cute you wouldn’t lie. you just wished he showed that little emotion on the note in real life.

It was nice having someone to constantly talk to and yap to; he always listened in with such focus, and would nod to show he was listening and interested.

But after doing that for months it just gets so tiring to the point it’s just depressing.

You may be married to him now but that didn’t mean your job was gone, so you were still at work with him. Sometimes it would be in his office or in someone else’s if they need help.

One day, at work on your break, you found all the Harbingers into the lounge.

“Y/N!” Childe laughed. “Our favourite- come sit with us!”

You shook your head. “I couldn’t impose, my lord. I was just taking my break.”

“Nonsense,” Signora waved her hand, shaking her head. “Take your break with us.”

Choosing to sit with all of them, you noticed Capitano wasn’t there- as per usual.

As you sat with them and they talked about their lives and missions, they’d ask you a few questions about Capitano. At first, it was simple questions about your marriage thay were deemed common sense which you’d answer yes to, but then it went into questions about him, which is when it got humiliating.

They’d ask about where he was from, what did he like to do in his pastime, why does he hardly talk, what’s his favourite food, drink, how does he like his tea, what are his next missions-

All you could not answer, and instead of you, his own wife answering, Pierro did.

You excused yourself when you realized that was absolutely humiliating. How could you, his wife of several months- close to a year now!- not know anything about him yet his BOSS, knew everything?!

When you left, Pierro noticed everything at that moment, and decided he NEEDED to bring this up with the Archon of Love, but let’s be real.

She already knew, and was trying to figure out ways to fix this; “We need Pantalone and Childe for this. They’re handsome, touchy, flirty and perfect.”

The next day, you’re confused when Pantalone and Childe are suddenly bothering you with everything; Yes, usually they’re asking you to help with paperwork but today was different…

It started in the morning when Childe came up to you asking you to spar with him. He’s only ever asked once, and he literally almost killed you that time. You were strong, but you had no vision and he was a literal harbinger.

He promised he’d go easy, and the sparring session lasted for about 30 minutes. By the end of it, you were completely sweaty and your hair was a mess- he apologized and offered to take you out for lunch

You accepted but decided to at least go put your stuff in your husbands office before you left.

Capitano is a little confused when you walk in absolutely drenched of sweat but just decides you’ll probably talk about it tonight when you’re both laying in bed and continues to work on a few papers.

“Apologies,” You let out a breathy laugh, putting down any bags you brought to work that morning. “I just finished sparring with Childe, and he’s taking me out for lunch. I’ll be back later.”

He doesn’t say anything and you just sigh, already knowing not to expect anything.

From the top of the castle, Pierro and The Tsaritsa watch as you and Childe run away from the castle, clutching onto your coats for dear life from the harsh, cold wind.

“So, what’s the plan here?” He asked, “Pardon my forwardness but I truly am confused.”

She just grinned. “Well, first I asked that Childe were to spar with her and take her out to lunch, which I truly hope makes Capitano the slightest bit jealous. Then upon her return, Pantalone will magically return from the gardens with a rose and give it to her and she’ll go back to her office and tell Capitano about her day and he’ll realize and get jealous and fuck her.”

He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “I did not need to know that last part. And if that doesn’t work?”

“A god always has another plan.”

You and Childe are at lunch for about 2 hours; really it would’ve been shorter but you and Childe were BOTH insane talkers so naturally you were there for a long time.

Returning to the castle, Pantalone was seen emerging from the gardens holding a few roses and Childe, for some reason, took that as his queue to wish you his goodbyes and hurry away.

“Good afternoon, Lord Pantalone.” You bowed and he just chuckled.

“No need for pleasantries, Y/N. Here,” He handed you a rose and your eyes were full of surprise as you took it.

You became rather flustered, beginning to stutter. “O-oh, thank you! It’s beautiful.”

“Just for a beautiful girl like you.” He winked and you giggled.

“I’ll be off to give these to Signora. Have a lovely day, Y/N.” He smiled before making his way down the hall, and in seconds he was gone.

You stared down at the rose, feeling giddy. You’d never even received flowers- not even when you got married! Your wedding day wasn’t really even a wedding, instead Pierro officially declaring for you two to be wed and well, that was it.

You practically skipped back to your office, ready to tell your husband all about your day.

~~

“So this morning I got here and the MOMENT I did Childe magically found me and asked me if I wanted to spar! and I was like hesitant because the last time we sparred he like literally almost killed me but he promised he’d go easy on me and he sortaaaa didn’t so he decided he’d take me out to lunch and we were there for like 2 hours just talking and he was so king enough to pay for both! then we got back and Pantalone gave me a rose and he did so with such a sweet compliment! Isn’t that sweet?”

Your husband was not phased by your sudden burst and continued to work, just nodding at everything every few seconds.

“That’s nice.” He murmured, continuing to work- seriously what the hell was he working on for so long?!

You frowned, expecting a little bit more, but at this point it was stupid to expect something from him that now you were a little angry but mostly sad.

You glanced at the rose you had put down in a vase within the room and sighed. “Do you really not care? Are you seriously not jealous?”

His movements paused.

“Like, a man literally just took me out to lunch for 2 hours and practically spent the first half of the day with me, and then another man gives me a rose and tells me I’m as beautiful as it is and you don’t say anything?! I know this is just an arranged marriage but- but I would’ve thought that…maybe you loved me as much as I love you.”

You waited for him to say something, expecting just anything, but that’s the thing with expecting-

You’re met with nothing.

Sighing, you bowed down to him. “My…apologies for overlooking this marriage…my lord. I’ll return to work.” You grimaced acknowledging him so formally, but maybe that was for the best.

You turned around, rushing out of the room before he could say anything, but mostly so he wouldn’t see your tears threatening to pour out.

When the door closed behind you, you let the tears fall as you ran through the dark halls of the castle, trying to find anywhere to hide in.

You made your way to the lounge, happy it was empty as you took a seat on the comfy couch, dragging a hand down your face while also wiping your tears.

Archons, how would you even return home to him tonight? It would be absolutely awkward to have to lay in bed beside him after that outburst.

For the first time, you dreaded having to return home. You loved the warmth he brought whenever you two lay beside each other, and it was even better when he held you.

That made you cry more- how could someone as distant as him, be so soft towards you and hold you when he doesn’t even love you?!

“You know when I heard you and Capitano were getting married I was like- no way.”

You jumped at the sudden voice and somehow, you hadn’t even noticed Signora was sitting beside you and you yelped as you quickly stood up, bowing down.

“M-my lady! I’m so sorry I was just lea-“

“You’re not going anywhere.” She shook her head, patting her hand down on the seat you were just on.

You sighed, realizing you genuinely couldn’t disobey her and sat beside her. You took in her words, “you weren’t the only one; everyone else was shocked.”

“Do you ever think the Tsaritsa was wrong in her choice?” she asked.

You frowned. “In full honesty, I trust her majesty, but maybe this was something she didn’t look into with all her might. It just…doesn’t seem to be working out.”

Signora leaned back into the couch, deciding to get comfy and you took that as a sign to do the same. “Have I ever told you about my lover?”

You shook your head.

“God, 500 years ago. A bit more, actually. He was handsome, amazing, annoying- he honestly reminded me a bit of Capitano. Sure he talked a bit more but I was the talker in our relationship. However, then the cataclysm happened and…look at me now.”

You frowned, looking at her sadly. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” She smiled sadly, “No matter how much they don’t talk or how much they don’t seem to focus on you or anything, take into consideration that they’re willing to be there. It’s difficult, to find love especially in so many circumstances, but love is everywhere. I see it with you two, and I know. I know you two can make it.”

You glanced down at her lap to find a rose.

You looked back up at her. “What should I do?”

“Force him to talk.” She laughed. “A man as big as him also has a big heart. Seriously, cry In front of him and he’ll become puddy and do everything for you. He made a child cry once and he almost cried.”

You both broke out into fits of giggles, you trying to imagine that and her remembering it.

“Thank you.” You smiled at her, “Permission to-“

“Just go,” She waved her hand, rolling her eyes. “You don’t need my permission.”

With one final smile, you quickly got up, rushing to make your way back to his office and force him to talk.

Emerging from behind a wall was the Tsaritsa, who stood behind her friend. “How was it?”

“They’re so fucking.” Signora grinned.

~~

You opened the door to his office, but was met with him standing right in front of it, hand hovering in the air.

You practiced what you were going to say to him, but now having him standing right in front of you- literally towering over you- you had no idea what to say.

However, he out his hands up to his helmet, forcing it off and just throwing it to the side and you were met with his glossy eyes.

“I’m sorry,” He sniffed, moving his fingers up to rub at his eyes. “I love your rambles- archons I live for them. Every morning when I wake up, I can’t wait to to hear you talk about what your so excited for throughout the day and at night, I can’t wait to hear how your day was. I love you, my dear. I know I don’t…express it much, but I do. So much.”

Tears started to well up in your eyes once again. “Cap…”

“I’ll prove it to you.” He breathed out, a hand making its way to cup your cheek to wipe away a falling rear before he leaned down, connecting his lips with yours so passionately, but most importantly, it was full of love.

He deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue in and you let out a whimper as your knees buckled, and he was quick to wrap an arm around your waist, holding you up right before he decided to just pick you up and you yelped, breaking the kiss as he carried you over to his desk, pushing everything off and ignoring the sound of the vase with the rose breaking- instead he smiled at it.

Down the hall, Pantalone, Childe, Pierro, Signora and the Tsaritsa were all grinning.

“They are one hundred percent fucking.” Childe laughed as they all high-fived each other- expect Pierro, who just walked away with a sigh.

[cloudwisp]

𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 · 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬

contents: fluff. established relationship. mentions of petty gojo because you refused to wear his clothes one (1) time. 900 wc.

“Baby? Humor me for a second.” You offer your boyfriend a soft hum in response as you’re preoccupied with applying your skincare, and wait for him to translate his typically busy thoughts into words. “How come you never wear my clothes anymore? You know that I like—no, love it when you do. I even made sure you know that I do. So, what gives?” Satoru huffs slightly, crossing his arms over his chest from where he’s sat upright on the bed, a deep pout lining his bottom lip and you snicker to yourself at the sound of him huffing.

You should’ve known that nothing ever gets past him, even something as small as trading his comfortable shirts and hoodies for your own sleepwear when you’re staying over at his place. With a small turn on your heel and a couple of steps, you raise an eyebrow at him when you’re under the threshold of the bathroom door. “Is that why you’ve been acting a little weird lately? Because I decided to wear the clothes that I brought with me?”

He nods his head firmly, and that explains why he was tugging on your pajama set when you got ready for bed the other day. Saying that you’re going to catch a cold in the middle of the night, and you should change into something of his that’s much more insulating and comfortable. You insisted that you were perfectly fine as you are, and he rejected your cuddles when the chilling winter night seeped through your bones and you were huddling behind him in hopes of stealing some of his warmth.

(He eventually caved in and kept you warm throughout the night, he doesn't have the strength to keep up the charade when he knows that you need him because he loves you so, so much. But he's also a huge told-you-so because you should've listened to him).

“Yeah. You used to love wearing my clothes and now you hardly do anymore. Why’d you stop? Do you not like me anymore? That’s what it is, huh? Just tell me, I can handle it.” His eyebrows furrow and his frown deepens at the distressing thought, and he mumbles quietly,

“—Actually, don’t tell me.”

Your expression softens as you make out a small laugh. He's being such a big baby right now, but you never anticipated that not wearing his clothes could lead to this. You move towards him, with your weight dipping into the mattress and your hand reaches to sweetly cradle his cheek and you urge him to meet your gaze.

“Baby, you’re not making any sense right now. Of course I still like you—I love you, a lot. I really didn’t mean to upset you, but a few weeks ago I stained your favorite hoodie and I was afraid of another accident happening again so I avoided wearing your clothes… especially since I never realized how expensive they were.” You admitted to him, and even though you tried every remedy you searched in online forums to remove the stain, your trials and errors led you to replace it entirely and it cost you a pretty penny.

Satoru takes a few seconds to process this information, a small smile appears on his lips after you reveal the secret you’ve been hiding. He finds it endearing how much you care about him and anything related to him. “Angel, it’s okay~ If that’s what you’re so anxious about, I won’t make a fuss if you ruin something of mine. I promise it doesn’t matter to me, I can deal with the small stains and have it taken care of. So just don’t think twice about it, and you can borrow my things whenever you want.”

“And here I thought you’d be more upset with me for being careless.” You feel lighter and relieved when he starts comforting you instead of admonishing you, and Satoru shakes his head as he brings you onto his lap, securing his arms around you lovingly and pressing a kiss to your forehead. The slight tension that was present in the room just moments ago has completely dissipated and you feel warm in his embrace. “Thank you, and I promise I’ll be much more careful when I do borrow anything from you.”

Satoru appears satisfied with your answer, his hand traces your side in a gentle caress and he plants another kiss on your smooth skin. “You know I’d never get upset at you over something so small.” He then pauses, considering a possible situation where he’d feel a fragment of the emotion. “I’d be more upset if you wore someone else’s clothes, though.”

“Oh? Even if you weren't around and there was an emergency and I needed a sweater to keep me from freezing to death?” You quip playfully, and he somehow feels like he should’ve seen that one coming and lets out a chuckle.

“Fine, fine. I’ll admit it. You could wear someone else’s clothes during emergencies. And not just because you’re feeling a little chilly!” He’s being mock-serious, which elicits a giggle from you and him melting with a simper in return. He pulls you closer to him so that your body is pressed against his and you sigh contently.

“For both our sakes, let’s just hope that never happens.”

[mangekyuou]

Hi. If you're comfortable with writing this ( if not, please feel free to ignore, no pressure on you, I really really appreciate your hardwork & I love your writing thank you so much for all of this amazing fanfics you keep bringing!! 💗💗💗💗 ), may i request some angst where Zoro & gn!reader gets into a heated argument with each other which leads to reader wanting to break up with him?

★ WHAT ONCE WAS! roronoa zoro ★

── pairing. zoro x gn!reader.

── summary. change was something you feared. but it had happened before your very eyes as you watched your long-term boyfriend train to take on unknown dangers out on the sea. you can’t even recognize him anymore.

── cw(s). angst. gn!reader. no pronouns used. shitty summary. reader says something kinda mean. zoro being kind of a jerk. takes place pre-timeskip before zoro leaves the shimotsuki village. mentions of kuina.

── wc. 1.2k.

── notepad. i actually been so long since i’ve written something angsty that just stayed angsty. it hurt my soul just enough. so thank you so much for this !! i know the rq says that the reader wants to break up, but this one is kind of a mutual break up

things just kind of happen, don’t they? everything feels fine one moment, but the next moment not so much. people change all the time, even when you don’t want them to. maybe, you were afraid of change. maybe, you were just afraid of him changing.

he didn’t hold you anymore. when the sun had fallen to rest, and the moon had taken its place to shine silvery blue in the cool night sky. not once had his arms draped over your body like they used to. he hadn’t even faced you, as he drifted into the world of dreams. most nights, he did not even come to bed.

instead of lying beside you until sunrise, he found himself striking a dummy a hundred times with the same attacks to perfect them. instead of breathing in your cozy scent, he had pushed his mortal body way beyond its limits.

he didn’t kiss you like he did before, full of passion and love. his strong hands cradled your face as he kissed like every time would be the last one. instead, he had settled for quick pecks to the side of your temple, as he muttered “love you” against your warm skin. hardly even a moment later, he would be out the door. he didn’t even give you a chance to say it back. he never even said ‘i love you’ anymore.

maybe it was a minor thing to gripe about for some people, for it to be those special three words instead of the two. but it meant a lot to you, and he knew that. or at least you thought your boyfriend of several years would have known that.

you made up excuses, anything to keep you from believing that the man you loved more than anything was changing before your very eyes more and more every day. you found yourself thinking questions you never wanted to think about.

does he care anymore? was he no longer attracted to you? did he even love you anymore? had he ever even loved you?

it filled you with so much dread, to the point it was overwhelming. it was getting harder and harder to keep how you were feeling behind the closed door of your, well once shared bedroom.

you couldn’t keep going on like this. going on like everything was fine when it wasn’t. pretending to be fine, as you watched your neglectful boyfriend exert himself to near injury in the name of becoming the world’s greatest swordsman.

now he was talking about leaving the village to challenge dracule mihawk to a duel? you loved him dearly, but you heard one too many stories about “hawk-eyes”, none of them were good. allowing your boyfriend to even set foot off this island was sending him to an early grave.

you believed in him, sure. one day he would be the greatest swordsman. but for once, you just wanted him to be realistic and realize that that day will not be tomorrow, it won’t be next week, it won’t be next month.

why doesn’t he understand you feel this way because you care about him?

“zoro…” you say gently, standing at the door frame of the dojo.

the swordsman was still swinging away at the wooden dummy that was a few swings away from falling apart. of course, he didn’t hear you the first time. he never did.

“zoro” your voice was much louder this time, finally grabbing his attention. “huh?” was all he even said before he went back to swinging at the dummy. he didn’t even spare you a glance.

“can we talk, please? it’s important.”

“just say what you’re going to say, ( y/n )”

“WILL YOU PUT DOWN THOSE LOUSY SWORDS AND LOOK AT ME!”

you didn’t mean that. you knew just how much his swords meant to him, especially the one dawning a pure white hilt. you knew what his dream meant to him. you were just angry. frustrated. tired.

you watched as he sheathed the swords, and did as you said. his expression was stone cold. it was like looking at a whole new man. never had he ever looked at you like that. you knew what you said hurt his feelings.

“if you’re still trying to talk me out of leaving, forget it. if i don’t do it now then…”

“THEN WHAT?! you’ve never been out of the east blue! and you’ll be a DEAD MAN if you challenge a shichibukai!” you couldn’t stop yourself from yelling. “you don’t know what lies ahead of you in the other seas, zoro! i’m just trying to help you!”

“i never ASKED for your help!” he retorted, clenching his fist around the hilt of one of his swords. he continued, “i never WANTED your help! i never NEEDED your help!”

a silence filled the room, as your face dropped and your heart sank into the dark void of your body. you opened your mouth to speak, but you couldn’t even form the words you wanted to. you weren’t even exactly sure what those words were.

“if i don’t do this now…then i may never have a chance to do it again. i have to do this, I thought you understood that.” his voice was full of disappointment, as he turned his back to you, as if you had meant nothing, as if this has all meant NOTHING.

you balled your fists, “i do understand that! but i also understand that there are battles that we are not prepared for just yet! kuina meant a lot to you, zoro. her dream has become yours, and you want nothing more than to achieve that for her. but you are not ready. letting you go would be suicide! kuina would not want that!”

“YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT SHE WOULD HAVE WANTED! YOU DIDN’T EVEN KNOW HER!” he snapped at you.

“YOU’RE RIGHT! I DIDN’T! BUT I KNEW SHE WOULDN’T WANT HER FRIEND DEAD! AND I’M NOT GOING TO SIT BACK AND LET THAT HAPPEN TO YOU!”

“then don’t. leave.”

“…what?”

just like that, you felt everything crash around you. leave? what did he mean 'leave'? leave and go where? how could you leave when this was all you knew? HE was all you knew. you were each other’s firsts. how….could you just leave?

how could he throw everything away? everything you were willing to stay and fix.

“leave! you don’t want to be here then go. nobody’s stopping you.”

he made it clear.

it couldn’t be any clearer than that.

with shaking hands, you slowly turned on your heel, putting one foot in front of the other, walking out of the dojo, walking away from your first love, walking away from the man you thought you would spend the rest of your life with.

you had hoped, he would have stopped you. that he would drop his swords and chase after you, pull you into a hug, and apologize for what he said. you had hoped you just start over, like none of this ever happened. that he would see that you meant well, that you just wanted to keep him safe, that he would stay here with you.

but that didn’t happen. tears flooded your cheeks, as you continued to walk home without him.

it was over, wasn’t it?

© MANGEKYUOU — do not copy, repost, or translate my works.

[blakeswritingimagines]

“I Won’t Say I’m In Love...With Her”

Summary: Aemond is still over you or the fact he’s supposed to marry your sister, trying to be ever the gentleman toward Nerissa until he caves to his true desires and attempts once more on making you his

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Word count: 5.6k

A/n: Part 2 of What’s The Meaning Of This

Aemond could not stop thinking about you. His world felt like it was crashing around him without you beside him. Aemond had been spending most of his time in his room, unable to sleep and hardly eating. His thoughts would wander to you often, imagining what it would be like if you were his wife and how different things would be. He had loved you for so long and had finally lost you, and he knew that your choice to have him marry Nerissa would only lead to more heartbreak for himself. Aemond’s days were spent wallowing in his grief and his nights were spent dreaming of you. He couldn’t bear to be apart from you anymore. One night, after spending hours imagining what it would be like to hold you in his arms, he made a decision. Aemond had to be with you, even if it meant doing something drastic.He knew what he had to do, in order to be with the person he truly loved.

Nerissa had been going around once home with you about how well everything went and how excited she was to marry the prince, you continued go about your business thinking all would be well once he actually married your sister but didn't know he was still planning on trying to win you over and talk this out since your family wasn't listening thinking that Nerissa was a good match for him. Aemond had hoped that Nerissa’s constant bragging of their future marriage would make you see just how wrong your decision was. It was clear that Nerissa did not deserve to marry Aemond and he wanted nothing more than to make that clear to everyone. The last thing he wanted to do was go to your home and try to sort this out with Nerissa, but he knew there was no other choice. He arrived at your family home and knocked loudly on the front door.

Clara the maid had been busy cleaning before she opened the door and froze in her spot seeing the tall prince wondering why the king's son was here or if he had chosen to wed Nerissa like the young girl had claimed, snapping out of it as she quickly bowed to him and allowed him to come in to the home as she lightly tilted her head "Your majesty how can I help you?". Nerissa was in her chambers brushing her hair as you were outside in your small favorite hiding area since you were a child where you could simply be by yourself without thinking too much. As Aemond entered the home, he noticed Clara. He was well aware that she knew of the arrangement between Nerissa and him that he wished to break. He hoped to convince you to change your mind, but he knew the odds were against him. He would have to use a more delicate approach to win you back.“I wish to speak with Lady Y/n. Will you please call her for me?” Aemond made sure to be polite with Clara, as he didn’t wish for her to tell Nerissa about his visit.

Clara gave a small smile as she shook her head answering him "She's not in at the moment, but Lady Nerissa is", Not getting the chance to alert anyone since Nerissa and the parents were talking as they walked before Nerissa saw Aemond and happily walked over to him as she wrapped her arms around his tall frame and kissed his cheek not noticing him pulling away "Hello my darling missed me?". Aemond was not expecting Nerissa to be the first person he saw as he entered the house. He quickly regained his composure as he pulled himself away from her. He put a hand on Nerissa’s shoulder and tried to give her a polite smile as he replied to her question.“Good afternoon, Nerissa. As a matter of fact, I have been missing you.” It was a lie, but there was no need to hurt Nerissa’s feelings.“May I have a word with you in private?”.

Nerissa grinned at the words as she truly thought he must have come around to the idea of marrying her and living life with her beside him, nodding her head as she heard her parents speak up about having a chaperone with them both as they chose Clara to follow after them both. Nerissa took Aemond’s hand in her own as she started walking with him outside still smiling as Clara followed behind both quietly feeling awful since she could see what Nerissa didn't want to. Aemond walked with Nerissa as Clara silently followed behind. He knew that Nerissa was expecting him to be her future husband, and he didn’t want to ruin that image of him for her. But, he wished to convince her of the truth, in order to be with you. When they both eventually came to stop, Aemond took Nerissa’s hands and looked at her with his violet eyes.“Nerissa, there’s something important I need to tell you.”

Nerissa continued to hold his hands not used to there being so much quiet that she didn't seem to like but smiled as she stood up straight hearing his words, looking down as he took her hands and felt special before she looked back up at him as she nodded her head curiously as to what he needed to speak of "Is this about the bedding ceremony? I'm sure it'll be fine darling....And if it's about if I've been with anyone I haven't but I'm happy it'll be you." The words Nerissa spoke were nothing more than a hammer hitting Aemond with its full force. He felt his heart sink at her words and felt the urge to tell her the truth. But he couldn’t do that to her. He would have to play along.“We aren’t speaking about the bedding ceremony. I just wanted to ask you about the letters we had been sending each other.”Aemond stared into Nerissa’s eye, trying his best to hide his sadness and contempt towards the arrangement of their marriage. 

Nerissa brightened at his words as she laced their fingers together feeling excited that he seemed to like her better now, nodding her head in understanding before she tilted her head having pushed away any thoughts about feeling bad that now she had Aemond even if at first he had wanted you but gave him a sweet smile "What about them darling?". Aemond looked down at the interlocked fingers and tried his best to keep up with Nerissa’s excitement. But, no matter how much he tried, he simply could not ignore his true feelings. He knew that he did not want this, but he also knew that he needed to keep up the guise in order for him to achieve his goals with you. “I just wanted to know why you stole my letters. I wrote those to Lady Y/n, not you.”

Nerissa rolled her eyes as her smile dropped before she pulled her hand away from his, crossing her arms over her chest, she looked up at him shaking her head gently before she spoke no longer holding excitement in her tone "Aemond I thought we were over that? You have me now, you do not need my sister now be happy about this, otherwise I'll make Y/n never comes near you again." Aemond could feel his temper flare as Nerissa spoke to him so condescendingly. This woman was so delusional and thought that she was the one for Aemond, when in fact it was you who he wanted. Aemond didn’t know how to hide his frustration at that moment and could only stare back at her with a cold expression on his face. Aemond was taken aback by the sudden shift in Nerissa’s behavior, and he wasn’t sure why she was being so harsh towards him all of a sudden. He decided to ignore her words for now and continue to play along with the deception. “Nerissa, you do understand that I intended to marry Y/n, but I am happy. I just did not think we needed to rush things like our marriage.” This was all a lie, but Aemond hoped Nerissa would believe that he still cared about her. Nerissa continued to stare up at Aemond as her eyes narrowed while she took in the words letting them process, slowly nodding her head before smiling once more as she wrapped her arms around his and leaned in close to him before she looked up again "I suppose your right, this will be a grand affair it does need to be perfect." Leaning up as she kissed his cheek "But bring up Y/n or changing your mind and I'll make sure Y/n knows what kind of man you are" She spoke sweetly as if seeing no problem with her words but gently started dragging him back to her family house.

Aemond didn’t like what Nerissa had threatened to do if he brought up you again or refused to marry her, but he continued to play along with the arrangement as they walked towards the family house. He hoped to be able to convince you of his true feelings for you, but with Nerissa’s threat, that plan was in jeopardy. As they walked, Aemond tried not to think about all that had happened, and instead chose to focus on his current situation. Nerissa continued on walking before going and telling a servant to set up a room for the prince for the night, knowing it would be scandalous if he shared a room with her even if that's what she truly wanted she knew soon enough such things wouldn't matter. Clara was cleaning once back inside before looking over as she noticed Nerissa leaving and slowly walked over to Aemond giving him another bow before she looked up and spoke quietly "My prince I do apologize for how things happened, Y/n didn't believe your first letter was for her but I should've spoken up sooner. If you do wish to speak with Y/n she went out to her favorite spot just outside where the trees are it's hidden but she should still be there."

Aemond felt his heart sink as Nerissa left and as he turned towards Clara. She was trying to help him, but he worried that Nerissa would find out. But he knew that it was important for him to speak with you, and he didn’t have many options to find you. He nodded towards Clara and spoke as quietly as he could. “Thank you, Clara; I appreciate the information.” Aemond made his way outside to the small clearing where you liked to spend time. Clara gave him a small smile as she nodded her head happy to help and try to make things better, "I'll say you went to look around the land" watching him leave through the door as she sighed before she went back to cleaning acting normal as possible. You had been out in a small clearing that was surrounded by trees and flowers often out here on a small soft blanket with snacks and water while you read whatever new book you got but had slowly fallen asleep.

As Aemond approached the clearing with you, he could see that you were peacefully asleep. He knew he should wake you up, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. He walked over and sat down next to you and looked at you. Your beauty was unmatched by anything he had ever seen before and he felt his heart ache at the sight of you. He was filled with love for you and he wished for nothing more than to spend his future with you. He slowly laid down on the blanket to enjoy the moment with you. You turned over in your sleep leaning closer against Aemond as your book closed, not fully awake as you barely opened your eyes as you looked up at him thinking his being right there was a part of her dream "Aemond? What are you doing here?". Yawning softly but closed your eyes not thinking much about this. Aemond smiled as he felt you lean closer to him and close your eyes again. He was still not sure whether he wanted to wake you and convince you that you could be together once more. He leaned in and kissed your cheek gently as he felt his heart racing faster in his chest. In order to see his true intentions, he decided to act based on his emotions rather than thoughts. He wanted you, and he was going to get you. He hoped to convince you that you were in fact meant to be his.

Aemond knew that you would soon have to wake up, but he didn’t want to ruin this moment. Aemond placed a gentle kiss on your cheek and responded to your question.“I came to speak with you.” He didn’t know how much longer he could allow you to believe that the marriage with Nerissa was still happening, you needed to know how he truly felt about you. But, he couldn’t take away this moment. You let out a soft hum as your eyes stayed shut but laid your head on his shoulder letting a light smile on your face, still sleeping as if nothing was wrong but wasn't aware to how much things would change by the time you would wake. Aemond felt a moment of bliss as he felt you laid your head on his shoulder. Your hair was soft and your warmth was cozy. He was content with this moment for now, and he hoped that once you woke up, he would be able to convince you to run away with him. Aemond knew that it was a ridiculous idea. He was the crown prince and you were just a lady, but he still had to try. Because you were the only thing that mattered to him at that moment.

Only a few short days later Nerissa happily read another letter from Aemond even if it confused her, telling her family that he invited everyone but figured it was just to get to know everyone as everyone got ready Nerissa ready to pull you aside and tell you whatever lie Nerissa came up with about the prince. Once they arrived his mother Alicent welcomed them stating rooms were prepared for them all even if she didn't understand the problem her son was in with the whole marriage. Aemond’s mother, Alicent, was confused by his invitation, but she was pleased with the idea of bringing their two families together. As Nerissa prepared to talk to you to keep things in her favor, Aemond began to think of whatever lie he could come up with to get out of the marriage with her. Aemond wasn’t sure if Nerissa would believe the lie, but he hoped that you would. You needed to, if he had any chance of running away with you.

Aemond felt a chill go down his spine as he heard that the family would all be gathering together. He knew that Nerissa was going to talk with you and he was scared that she might ruin his plan. But, he still had to go along with the arrangement to keep up a public front. He made sure to be polite with everyone at the gathering. But, he still hoped to be able to convince you of his true feelings for you and to avoid the marriage with Nerissa at all costs. It was a tough spot for him to be in. You got settled into your temporary chambers before stopping in your tracks as you noticed sparkling gems and jewelry, looking closer as you saw all different beautiful colors and cuts before getting ready for dinner with everyone, then started speaking with Nerissa about what you saw in your room to hear her that she didn't get anything like that and wanted to switch rooms with you thinking it was an accident. Walking into the dining hall seeing Aemond and his family before seeing all of your favorite foods and even fruits that are difficult to get as you sat down in your seat seeing Nerissa lean close to him with a pout on her lips as she whispered "None of these are my favorites darling."

Aemond noticed that you had entered the dining hall and looked up at you as you took your seat. He then looked over at Nerissa and saw that she was pouting. He knew that Nerissa was trying to make him look bad to her sister, but he ignored her comments for now. He tried to stay focused on you and your happiness, and he continued eating his dinner. His heart continued to ache at your beauty and his love for you. He was so glad that he brought your the food you enjoyed. Aemond felt his chest sink when he saw Y/n’s reaction to the items he had prepared. But, he still wanted to convince her that he still cared for her. He looked over to Nerissa, noticing her pout as she leaned in close to him. He spoke through a forced smile, trying to seem happy about everything even though it was just an act. “Nerissa has been helping me in all my preparations. The food is in honor of her favorite things.”

Nerissa looked at the table with disgust before she looked over at Aemond once more as she shook her head, "No I didn't these aren't even my favorites, these are Y/n's-" Cutting off her own sentence as she narrowed her eyes at him with anger as she clenched her teeth and spoke "These are Y/n's favorites" Crossing her arms over her chest not caring about the tension she was causing feeling it was all his fault for it. Aemond couldn’t help but smile a little at Nerissa’s sudden outburst, as it proved that she had been paying very close attention to all the details. “Nerissa is right.” Aemond said with a smile. He couldn’t help but feel a little satisfaction at seeing Nerissa get jealous. He continued to speak with a soft voice as he looked over at the entire family and explained. “All the items on this table are specific to Y/n’s tastes.”

You had already been putting food on your plate before looking up hearing your name and looked at everyone who was already looking at you, "What? what I'd do?" Tilting your head slightly before looking over at Aemond and Nerissa in surprise but smiled brightly at them both "That's very kind thank you both" Waiting until prayer was over to start eating but didn't notice the juice from the fruit dripping down your lower lip. Aemond felt his heart fill with joy at your words. You had been the only one who didn’t seem to notice that he had purposely chosen your favorite items. And the way that the juice from the fruit dripped on your lower lip made you even more attractive to him. He couldn’t wait any longer. He wanted to tell you everything, but he didn’t know how. He knew he needed to find a way to talk to you alone.

Aemond felt a moment of relief as you seemed to respond kindly to his gifts and the dinner, but he was slightly surprised that you didn’t seem to suspect anything. He was just glad that you seemed to be enjoying the food. “You’re very welcome.” Aemond said with a smile as he began eating his own food. You gave him another kind smile as you continued to eat listening to the small talk going around the table, looking over at the oldest Targaryen sibling Rhaenyra and gave her a kind smile as you spoke softly "I simply adore your necklace princess, it's gorgeous." Aemond had to force himself to be engaged in the conversation with the rest of the families, but he still kept his eyes on you. He felt a small moment of pride as you noticed Rhaenyra’s necklace. 

Aemond knew that he was trying his best to get everyone to see just how much he cared about you. He was doing this all out of love. “I see that my love is not the only one who can appreciate your sense of fashion but my sister as well.” Aemond said to you no longer attempting to look at Nerissa. Aemond felt his heart lift a little at the sight of you giving Rhaenyra a kind smile. But, he didn’t want to take any chances. He tried his best to sound as sincere as possible when he spoke.“Y/n’s taste is truly marvelous.” Aemond said with a smile. He hoped that you would be able to catch on to the fact that he was paying much more attention to you than any one else at the table. 

You gave Aemond another smile before looking down at your plate feeling shy due to his complimentary words, soon enough you had finished dinner and was excused then started walking down the long hallways as you started to walked back to the private chambers given to you to get ready for bed and take some time for yourself. Aemond finished his dinner as well, knowing that this was the perfect time to speak privately with you. He quickly excused himself from the table ignoring Nerissa and made his way towards your chambers as well, as he walked, he felt his heart racing as he thought about the fact that he was going to speak with you about wanting to marry you and about your true feelings. He was filled with doubt and fear, but ultimately, he knew that he had to go through with it.

You had changed out of the clothes you had been wearing and put on a nightgown before looking through the oddly specific books that were in the room, softly smiling to yourself almost feeling at home in the room but knew it was probably nothing and went to open the door slightly when you heard knocking on the door "Yes?". Aemond saw the shy look on your face as he entered the room and he hoped to make you feel at ease. He looked at the books he picked out thinking you would enjoy and that you seemed to be reading and he couldn’t help but feel a little sad that he was marrying Nerissa instead of you. “I asked to speak with you because…” Aemond started. He stopped, his heart racing and his mind racing as he decided how he wanted to approach this. It was all or nothing at this point.

You nodded your head as you sat down with the prince watching as he tried several times to form the words, giving him enough time to think about how to say whatever was on his mind before he seemed to finally started to talk telling you of an odd dream he had about a very familiar clearing with trees and flowers. After training, he was so tired, that he went to take a little nap, and he had a very funny dream. He dreamed of a beautiful field, with a big tree, and about singing birds, certain foods and just relaxing enough, he dreamed of the pleasant noise of trees and grass which caused your jaw to drop in shock before clearing your throat. Aemond felt a moment of relief as you understood the reference to the clearing that he had “dreamt” about. But now Aemond faced an important question. Should he tell you the truth about his feelings for you, or continue to pretend that he still wished to marry Nerissa? He knew that you had to know the truth and that the longer he let this lie continue, the worse it would be for both you and him. Aemond took a deep breath before speaking. “Nerissa is not who I want to marry.” He spoke with conviction.

"Aemond… who is it you wish to marry then?" You looked at him anxiously. As if you already knew the answer especially after the last time you both spoke one on one, the only question that matters now is the ‘why’. "You surprised me, Aemond. You have always expressed fondness for her, if not love." Your face was a mask of curiosity. But there was hope in your voice, as you wanted to hear him say, what you wanted him to say. “I wish to marry you.” Aemond spoke nervously, not knowing how you would respond. His heart was in his throat as he feared that you would reject him, but he knew that it was something that had to be done. “I have never felt such a strong connection with anyone the way I do with you. I can’t imagine being married to Nerissa. I want to be with you.” Aemond took a deep breath as he took in your response, waiting to be rejected.

Your heart skipped a beat as you heard his confession. You never thought that Aemond felt such a strong connection to you. But now, all the pieces clicked in place. Aemond’s kindness, his words, his actions and attention he paid to you. You didn’t even need to think twice and your response came swift like thunder in the storm. "Aemond- You're serious?" Your voice was soft as rain and you were lost in his eyes now. Aemond felt a huge rush of excitement as he heard you confirm that he was serious. He felt a smile spread across his face as he knew that the feeling between you both was mutual. He nodded his head to your question. “More than serious. I love you.” He couldn’t believe that he had just confessed his feelings to you, but he was happy to finally say the words that he had harbored for so long.

Feeling your heart pounding in your chest as Aemond confessed his love to you. "You love me?" Your voice was filled with joy and a little bit of disbelief. You didn’t see that coming. You placed a gentle hand on Aemond's face and a soft kiss to his lips, as sweet as the song of the night. You felt tears of joy fill your eyes as you finally heard that Aemond loved you and you didn't need to worry he was going to marry your sister. "I love you, Aemond. I always have." You said breathlessly, leaning into the kiss. Aemond felt the hair on his body stand up as you put your lips on his and he couldn’t help but feel a rush of butterflies. He felt his heart rush at your tender touch and his mind felt free of all of the stress that he had felt for so long even as a prince. As you continued to kiss Aemond, he kissed back, enjoying every moment of it. He couldn’t believe that he was finally free from this secret, but he couldn’t wait for the future with you to begin. You slowly pulled away with your eyes closed from the kiss still reveling in the moment, slowly opening your eyes looking at him before a sudden feeling of guilt as you stood up pacing the floor running your fingers through your hair as well as tugging on the roots. Muttering to yourself that this wasn't right he was marrying your sister and he should be in love with her but couldn’t help feeling awful for kissing Aemond and shook your head ready to cry.  Aemond felt his heart sink as he saw you stand up and pace the room, and he could see the worry and guilt behind your eyes. He couldn’t let this moment end like this. So, he stood up and went over to you, taking your hands in his own as he turned you towards him.“Please… listen to me.” He spoke in a soft but firm voice. “I do not love Nerissa the way we both know I love you. I want to spend my life with you. Not with her.”

Aemond could see a few tears start to fall and he leaned closer so that he could help you any way he could. “What’s wrong?” Aemond asked, with genuine concern in his voice. He placed both of his hands on your shoulders to keep you from pacing or hurting yourself. “Tell me what’s wrong, Y/n. You can trust me.” "I feel guilty, Aemond, I feel guilty." You confessed as you wiped your tears. "I shouldn’t be doing this with you. You are already promised to my sister." A tear rolled down your cheek, your voice trembling with fear and shame. "Nerissa is my baby sister. If she found out… she would be heartbroken. Her pure and innocent heart would be shattered." You said, your voice full of agony for the girl you would hurt. Aemond wanted to comfort Y/n, but he didn’t want to do anything that might upset her. He couldn’t help but feel guilty about Nerissa as well. “You’re right. We shouldn’t be doing this. It’s not fair for Nerissa.” Aemond said with a disappointed look on his face. “But…” Aemond didn’t want to say the words that were in his mind, but he knew that he had to. “I can’t marry Nerissa.” Y/n was startled by Aemond’s confession. She was confused and hurt by his words. Why he couldn't marry her sister? When the agreement was already sealed by their parents. The words of her parents echoed in her ears. But she was relieved Aemond was not marrying her sister just because he had to. Maybe he really had feelings for someone. "Why?, Why you can't marry Nerissa?" Y/n asked with a broken voice, as her words had the taste of ash. She tried to look into his eyes but tears had blurred the world for her.

Aemond knew that the truth would be painful for you to hear. He felt guilty that he was the reason that you were crying. But he knew that it was important that he be honest with you.  knowing that what he was about to say could be quite controversial. He felt his stomach turn into knots as he gathered the courage to tell you the truth. “I… don’t want to marry Nerissa. I never did.” Aemond said it with a calm demeanor, but there was a lot of emotion boiling inside of him right now. “I want to marry you.” You wiped the tear which was flowing again on your cheek as you heard Aemond’s confession. You felt joy, happiness, and hope. But there was a big BUT, Nerissa was still promised to him. That’s something even he couldn't change now, even if you wished. "But Our parents promised you to my sister, remember? Don’t you understand what is going to happen to her when she finds out about our affection? What will it do to her?" You started to sob as the tears were running without control as if you had lost. For a moment you believed your ears were playing tricks on you and that it was not what Aemond had said at all. It couldn’t be true, right? He was marrying her sister after all it just didn’t make sense. But the truth was there in his eyes and you felt a warmth and happiness settle in your heart. "Are you- Are you sure, Aemond?" You finally found the words to speak, but there was still a hint of doubt in your voice. You were scared of being broken again.

Aemond felt a sense of relief as he heard the happiness in your voice. However, he also felt a bit conflicted as you mentioned the promise that your parents had made, he couldn’t help but feel apathy that Nerissa would be hurt if you both defied your parents but kept trying to be gentle. “I know it sounds absurd… but we don’t need to hide our feelings anymore.” Aemond insisted. “We are both adults and we know what we want. We don’t need to do as our parents say.” Aemond’s heart sank as he heard you response. He couldn’t believe that he had caused you this much pain when after everything he’s done was for your happiness. He felt his eyes fill with tears as he saw how heartbroken you were to hear the truth from his own mouth. But Aemond couldn’t help but speak his mind. “I couldn’t marry anyone else but you” He tried to reassure you. “We could figure everything out, I’m sure of it.” Your mind was filled with a thousand thoughts at the same time, as you struggled with all the emotions you were feeling. You were happy for yourself because you might just marry Aemond after all. But at the same time, you felt guilty and hurt for your sister. You couldn’t break Nerissa’s heart. She didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve all this pain. "Aemond, I don't want to have to choose between you and my family," You said, with fear in your eyes. "Aemond…" You whispered, as you moved closer to him and placed your hands on his face.

Aemond noticed the way that you moved closer to him and placed your hands on his face. He felt his heart skip a beat as he looked into your eyes. He placed his own hands over yours and he spoke to you softly. “I don’t plan on marrying anyone else but you. I told you, we can figure everything out.” Aemond pulled you in for a hug, unable to hold back his feelings for you any longer. Aemond’s eyes went wide with surprise as you moved closer and placed your hands on his face. He felt his mind race as he saw your face. He didn’t know what to say or do, but he liked how close you were to him. He placed his hands on top of your hands to lock them onto his face. He didn’t say anything at first, as he let this moment of silence sink in before slowly speaking.

 “We need to tell Nerissa about us.”

[evita-shelby]

hey!! could you possibly do a Tommy Shelby x sister reader ?? With “ you can talk to me about anything. you know that, right? “ prompt basically just him being there for his younger sister the rest is up to you :)) but if you don’t want to do this that’s totally okay :)

Its been a while since i got one of these

The back step

Cw: mentions of underage smoking, mental health issues, suicide and death

Gif by @necessarypretext

You never knew your mother nor your father.

You were barely two when she stepped into the cut after Finn's birth and dad’s abandonment made a wreck of whatever hadn’t been ruined by the pills and booze.

Just because you didn’t have her or our father didn’t mean you lacked parents.

Your brothers and sister and your aunt Polly made damn sure you never lacked the love of a parent.

But then your brothers enlisted and left for France and in 1917, John's wife ,Martha, died and you had to help with John’s little ones and Finn while Ada and Polly ran the shop.

You were fourteen when they came back.

It was odd, they were odd.

They had nightmares, they drank and smoked more, Tommy took up opium and John simply couldn’t handle being a single father.

You got used to it, learned to avoid getting stuck in a bad place and learned the hard way that you don’t wake them up from their nightmares.

And in the mean time, Ada taught you to be a lady.

Taught you how to do your hair like hers, how to put on eyeliner without smearing what little they have and turn you into a woman.

When you get bold enough to steal a kiss from a Lee boy, Polly is absolutely livid with you.

You think you’ve heard the end of it until you overhear Polly and Tommy talk about a marriage with the Lee family after their grenade nearly killed Finn.

You hear Arthur suggest you because it would be a while until it happens because you are only fourteen.

When Polly tells them about the boy you kissed, you know its over for you.

The next morning you cannot pretend to be okay, you avoid their eyes, you snap at the barmaid for not minding her own business and eventually Tommy’s letting you smoke a cigarette with him on the back step.

“You can talk to me about anything. You know that, right?” he asked you softly, almost as if he was himself again.

The Tommy you knew was gone.

Sure he was there sometimes, but this Tommy Shelby didn’t laugh or dream or even dance anymore.

It was odd having your brother back. Made it all much worse, you think.

You get him back just as they’ll make you marry a boy you hardly know.

“I heard you want to marry me off to the boy I kissed.” You answer, looking at your feet in shame.

Shame because you are a girl and when the boys sleep around with women like Lizzie and Grace, they don’t get into trouble.

John wants to marry Lizzie, not because they love each other, but because she is the only one strong enough to raise his children and he brave enough to trust her.

“If you’d stuck around, kid, you would’ve heard me say John was the one we’re going to offer them.” Tommy said rubbing the cigarette on his lip before lighting it.

“Oh.” What else do you say? “Isn’t he engaged to Lizzie?”

“Not anymore, he needs a wife he can trust and raise his children to be as good as you and Finn. A wife people won’t laugh about in his face.” He explained as if you were as grown up as him.

Only one who didn’t treat you like a kid.

Maybe that was why he had been your favorite brother before the war.

“When will you tell him?” you ask hoping for an answer you won’t get.

“Day after tomorrow, and don’t think about telling him. If you tell him, he’ll run.” Your brother answered and somehow you agreed to it.

“I don’t want them to be hurt, Tommy.” You say hoping he will take his words back and tell John. “What if John hates me after?”

It’s his life after all.

“He won’t, you’ve met Esme Lee, she’s perfect for him. He’ll be too busy being happy with her to ever be mad at us, sweetheart.” Your brother says and you believe him.

And he is right, John tells you himself that he’s not angry at you for lying to him just as Ada goes into labor.

When Polly sends you to call the midwife because she and Esme aren’t enough, you find Grace calling the police.

When you tell Tommy, she tells him you’re lying.

And for a moment you think he believes her.

But he doesn’t. Not when the police come to arrest Freddie.

He is out drinking and smoking on the back step looking like hell.

It wasn’t his fault he fell in love with a rat and you can’t make him better, but you can do one thing.

“You can talk to me about anything. You know that, right?” you ask as you sit down beside him.

[transparentkinks]

When Nora is depressed

I've been bedrotting for like a week now and I'm writing to cope with it. My brain works great :)

Hancock always helps.

“I just decided not to go.” Nora spoke firmly through the door. She was sitting on the ground leaning against the door. 

“Oh come on!” Piper kicked the door. “You’ve hardly come out all week!” 

Despite her protests, Nora could hear her walking away from her door. She let out a sigh of relief and stood to sink back into her mattress. 

Ever since she blew up the institute she’s been trying to let the celebration blow over. Her room has proven the most practical sanctuary. The one celebration she was pulled into was enough for her. For the rest of the commonwealth this was the best thing to happen in a very long time. She knew she should be celebrating. People were calling her a hero again. She didn't feel like one. 

She’d killed her son. She had no real family left. She knew the child synth her son created was waiting desperately to hear from her. He thought she was his mom. He was terrified that he was going to die. Her son created robots capable of feeling, gave them pain and fear, made one a child. What a cursed existence. Looking at him too long freaked her out. She knew she had to get her shit together. He was terrified she was going to die. Everyone thought something was wrong with her. She needed to be a mom, to be a general, to be something other than the husk she is now. 

Maybe they’d all be better off if she did die. What use was she? Some particularly capable monster. Able to cut a path through the commonwealth straight to her son, get close enough to wipe him and his legacy from the face of the earth. Who was she, but the mother of monsters? Another old world plague that won’t die. Another following in the legacy of her generation, poisoning the world for those that come after. The word hero made her feel sick. 

She’d found a mirror, mostly in tact. Hung it over her dresser. She’d break it by now if it wasn’t such a rarity. She looked so different now compared to before the war. So many new scars, more tanned. She couldn’t shave anymore. She had wrinkles and grey hairs from the stress. She felt disgusting, inside and out. She never felt clean, she was always a mess. Her body disgusted her. It just reminded her of the monster she made, and all the people she killed to learn the extent of it. She was a horrible mother, a worse leader. 

She thinks Nate would be disgusted with what she’d become. She wished Shawn just left her to die in that pod with the rest of the vault. She didn’t know what she could do now. Everyone needed something from her, needed her to be something. She’d practically started a cult and she didn’t even have it in her to actually run it competently. How many people died for her because she couldn’t keep her nose out of the commonwealth’s business? How many good people risked their lives on the daily at her whim? She wasn’t sure she could do it anymore. She felt like a monster. 

“Nora!” She could hear Hancock holler over his pounding at the door. 

“I’m not feeling well, just go away!” She yelled through her door, but before she could stand and brace the door to get her point across, he’d already kicked down her door. “Hancock! What the fuck?!” 

“Shit-” He sighed, taking in her and her room before striding up to her with a frown and grabbing her face. She grabbed at his wrists and he sighed. His grip wasn’t harsh, but he didn’t let her pry his hands away. “Nora, you look awful.”

“Gee, thanks” She sighed, rolled her eyes. Just what she needed. 

“I mean you look like you’ve barely slept in days. No one has seen you leave your room in days, you’ve only been talking through your door, and we don’t even know if you’re eating.” He shot her a pointed look, which she made sure to avoid by looking at the wall. “Nora what is going on?” 

“I’m just not feeling well-”

“That’s bullshit Nora and you know it. You can’t just hole up in your room and avoid it. You gotta talk to someone about whatever’s goin’ on. We’ve tried giving you space and clearly that ain’t working’” He sighed, thumbing at her cheek. “But me an’ the rest, we can’t just sit by and let you disappear like this.” 

He let go of her face, grabbed her hand and sat at the edge of her bed. She followed suit, looking down at her hand in his. “I don’t even know what to say” she sighed, pulled her legs close and hugged them with her free arm. 

“Then just talk, anything you’re thinking. I’ll just listen, okay?” She chanced a glance at his face. She looked away again quickly. He was looking at her, and he was frowning. 

“I just feel disgusting” she sighed. He started running his thumb over the back of her hand and she had to suppress a shiver. She opted to press her forehead to her knees and close her eyes. Try and ground herself. “I can’t look at what he made, Shawn, without wanting to breakdown. And he needs a mom so bad, and I want to be a mom. I thought I wanted to be a mom, but I look at what my son did and-” She was gripping her pants tight. “What kind of mother am I? How many people did I kill, how many died or risked their lives just for me to find out what kind of monster he was? What I made. What kind of leader am I? Running around fixing my own consequences and being called a hero for it?” 

“Nora, that’s-”

“My whole generation, people talk about before the war like some mystical past, but we’re the reason the world is like this. The mutants, ferals, synths, half of that shit was being made just so we could have more”

“Nora-”

“We just poisoned the world.” She felt him squeezing her hand, his other on her shoulder. “Who the hell am I to mess with the world any more? A monster or the mother of them, I never should have stepped out of that vault. I should have died with the bo-”

“Nora!” He sounded angry. The second she lifted her head to look at him he grabbed her face and pulled her to him. Suddenly she had no choice but to look him in the eye, and it made her heart do something strange meeting his gaze. “You-” He pressed his forehead to hers, closed his eyes and took a weary sigh. “Nora you’re the best thing to happen to the commonwealth in a long time.” He leaned back and looked her in the eye, cut her off with a glare when he saw her open her mouth. “You never got a chance to raise your kid, and he tried to play games with you and the whole commonwealth because of it. I just don’t believe he would turn out like that if you raised him. As long as I’ve known you, I’ve watched you try so hard to be a good mother.”

“But I-” 

“No! Nora, you didn’t do shit. I’ve only ever seen you try to make the best of a bad situation. You faced down shit most people wouldn’t have dreamed of and survived, just to find your kid. And if you ask me, everyone here is better off for it. I ain’t ever seen you kill someone who didn’t have it coming” 

She closed her eyes and sighed. ”I mean it. Every life you took made the commonwealth a safer place. In case you forgot, you rebuilt the minutemen after everyone thought they were dead, and you restructured it so, I believe and I know you hope it will go on when you can’t lead anymore.”

“I don’t know” She mumbled. 

“Sunshine-, look at me” She opened her eyes reluctantly. The look he was giving her felt like he was gripping her heart and squeezing. 

“People can travel safely now, people have living standards like nothing these people have seen. You raised cities. Nora, do you understand how hard it was for some people just to get food and shelter before you showed up? I thought I was doin’ good with the bunkhouse in goodneighbor but you’re building houses. With power and plumbing. People have privacy, safety, fucking comforts, people who were sleeping in ditches before you showed up. It's not your fault your family got picked for a vault, It's not your fault pre war powers played with your life as much as everyone else’s. Its not your fault the world is fucked and people are cruel. I can’t say I understand what you’re dealing with right now, but I know someone who needs a reality check when I see one. You’re not a bad person Nora. You’re a damn hero.”

“I don’t want to be” She sobbed out. He was thumbing at her cheek, brushing tears away. “I can't be a hero again, its not-”

“You don’t get to choose whether to be a hero or not Nora. It's just what you become when you help people enough, especially when it comes to killing.” He pressed his forehead back to her’s. “Trust me, its usually the deeds that haunt us the most that turn people into heroes.” 

“It feels wrong-” She sighed. 

“I get that sunshine” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “But if you ask me, if anyone deserves the title it's you. I don’t know how you manage it but you’re a good leader. People fight for you and what you’ve given them because they've seen what you can do, and they believe in what you’re building.”

“I don’t know how to be that, if I can still be that” She raised her hands to his wrists. Touching him felt grounding. 

“But you’ve already been that. I don’t know what more you think you need to be, but I think you can take a solid break now. If you need time, or if you can’t get around to liking synth Shawn, I don’t think anyone is gonna hold it against you. It ain’t fair what he did to that kid or to you. He’s got support here, you know Codsworth Ada and Curie fawn over him, and you know Macreedy Nick Danse and I will be there for him. It's gonna be okay for both of you. Just, don’t go dealing with it alone and probably not eating for days.” Nora nodded in his grip. 

“I’m sorry” She knew she was still crying. 

“You’re okay. We just care about you, ya’ know? We know you’re from the past and all that but you got a life here, now, with us. We can’t have you drifting off into the past.” She nodded again, and he pulled her into a hug. “We should go out tonight like you said you would. 

“I really don’t wanna” She whined. 

“We don’t gotta go right now, but you’re not staying in here all night.” He spoke firmly. 

“Okay…” She sighed.

“And you’re not gonna be moping in here alone”. Hancock added. She hummed in response. 

“Just hold me for a while?” She requested. 

“Of course sunshine”

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This is an official distress call, over

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x f! Reader

Part of the Spitfire Universe. Can be read as a stand-alone but best enjoyed if you have some background.

Summary: Unca Wooster is having such a great day, especially since his favorite nephew is having an extended sleepover at his house. His girlfriend is even calling him in the middle of the day which she hardly ever does! Such a great day…… oh no.

Bradley was having such a great day.

He made pancakes for breakfast.

He got Eli to school on time.

He got to see his girlfriend for a minute or two at drop off.

He made it to work on time.

He got to fly.

Just such a great day. He’s been loving all of the extra Unca Wooster time he’s been getting in. Jake and his wife wanted to go away for an extended weekend for their anniversary and Bradley was first in line to watch his favorite nephew. He might have thrown some elbows to beat out Coyote but nobody needs to know that. (He’s not sorry)

Penny, Mav, and Amelia have Ellie for the weekend. Mav made sure to pull Bradley aside and let him know that if he needed help with Eli to just let them know.

Pshaw! Why would he need help with Eli? He’s the best kid ever! Bradley still wonders how Hangman could have made such a great kid. Must have been all his wife’s genes because he definitely doesn’t see Jake in the kiddo at all.

Bradley was on his lunch break when he noticed his phone vibrating in his pocket.

A surprise call from his girlfriend! See?! Best day ever!

“Hey baby, to what do I owe the pleasure?” He says as he answers his phone.

“Bradley, what the f word did you do?!?!” His girlfriend scream-whispers to him on the phone.

Huh. He wasn’t expecting that at all. What could he have done? He’s been having the best day ever so clearly it had to be nothing.

“Ummmmmm nothing? What are you talking about? What’s wrong, honey?”

He hears you sigh, “What did you watch last night with Eli?” He can hear some sort of commotion where you are but can’t quite make heads or tails of it. Probably in your classroom, which you shouldn’t be, you should be on your lunch break right now.

Bradley thinks back, they watched a lot of stuff, “Umm Paw Patrol, we watched some Bluey, threw in some Wild Kratts for educational purposes, and then I think Jaws was on when he was falling asleep. I put him to bed once it was over.”

“You let a baby watch Jaws?!?!” You scream-whisper at him again.

“Hey! He’s not a baby! He’s a big boy. He barely watched it. He fell asleep after like 20 minutes.”

“I’m gonna beat your a word. I really am. Is Phoenix there? Let me talk to her.”

“Why the violence, honey? I’m sure he’s fine,” Bradley assumes.

“Oh my sweet naive and dumb boyfriend. You think he’s okay? That’s cute. That’s really cute. Super cute. He’s definitely not clinging to me right now sobbing and telling me he’s never going in the ocean again because he’s going to get ‘eated by the scary gray shark in the water.’ and he definitely isn’t refusing to lay down because what if a shark gets him in his sleep,” you say exasperatedly.

Ohh. Fuck. Shit.

“I shouldn’t have let him watch Jaws,” Bradley said as he hung his head.

“Ya think?! Oh my God. I can’t believe you let him watch that. You’re never getting him to sleep tonight. It was a miracle the rest of the class went down for naps because when one overtired kid cries then they all cry. And they were all asking me why Eli won’t go in the ocean anymore and why sharks are scary.”

Bradley winces. Maybe he could wear him out a little when he picks him up. Let him play for hours at the playground.

He hears his girlfriend sigh then hears a kissing noise that he assumes went onto his nephew’s head. Poor little guy.

“Before you even ask I already told him I would come over and help protect him. He’s clung to me all morning and if his parents aren’t home and it’s just you then he clearly needs a responsible adult.”

“Hey now, I’m a responsible adult,” Bradley grumbles.

“But are you? Because you let him watch Jaws and I don’t think you’re allowed to be in charge of the tv anymore,” you say. He can hear you mumbling something to Eli.

“That’s….. fair. That’s a fair choice. You are in charge of the tv.”

“Okay I gotta go. I’ll see you in a bit. I’m gonna google some shark week stuff that shows sharks NOT eating people to help this little boy out.”

“Okay I’ll see you in a bit. Bye honey. Tell Eli I love him and that I would never let anything happen to him,” Bradley said with a sigh.

“You got it. Bye Bradley,” you say before the call disconnects.

Bradley runs a hand down his face.

“Why so glum?” A voice asks, walking up from behind him.

“I did something stupid,” Bradley explains while he turns to look at Phoenix.

Phoenix laughs, “What else is new? So what’d you do?”

“I traumatized Eli.”

Phoenix smacks Bradley’s arm, “Why the hell would you do that?! That poor sweet boy!”

Bradley pulls his arm closer to him then rubs it, “Ow! Don’t hit me!”

Phoenix leers at Bradley, “Don’t do stupid things. What. Did. You. Do?”

Bradley sighs, “I let Eli watch a little bit of Jaws last night and now he’s terrified of the ocean and won’t nap because he’s scared a shark is going to get him in his sleep. Don’t worry, I already got yelled at over it.”

Phoenix gasps, “You should lose custody. Like immediately. No more Eli for you.”

“My girlfriend said she’s coming over tonight because Eli needs a responsible adult,” Bradley explains.

Phoenix laughs, “Only you would get yelled at and then essentially grounded by your girlfriend.”

“Jake’s wife grounds us all, all the time.”

Phoenix shakes her head and points at Bradley, “No, she grounds you all. She’s never grounded me. I don’t do stupid stuff like this.”

Bradley grumbles.

“Well let me know if your girlfriend can’t stay the whole weekend and Eli needs a different responsible adult. I’m happy to help,” Phoenix smirks at Bradley.

“I got him. I won’t do something like this again. Promise.”

“Suuuuuure ya do,” Phoenix says as she shakes her head at Bradley.

When Bradley went to pick Eli up that afternoon Eli raced into Bradley’s arms, scrambling to get picked up.

“Woah buddy! Slow down! I got ya,” Bradley says as he scoops Eli up to gently set him on his hip.

“I can’t be down, Unca Wooster, I can’t!” Eli said as he hid his face against Bradley’s chest.

It was then that it hit Bradley just how bad he messed up. Poor kiddo. He felt so bad.

He watched as you walked over to the two of them holding Eli’s backpack, “He can’t be down, Unca Wooster, he can’t.” You shook your head as you handed Bradley Eli’s backpack.

Bradley holds Eli close as he leans to speak to you, “I’m gonna fix this.”

You shake your head, “No, I AM going to fix this. Don’t worry. I got a plan. You’re taking us to the aquarium tomorrow by the way. I’ll see you in a bit.” You wink at Bradley as you walk back towards the rest of your students.

Bradley sure hopes you have a plan because he sure as hell doesn’t.

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Dream a Little Dream of Me

Summary: as the newest recruit in the Avengers, you seemingly are always butting heads with Captain Rogers due to your lack of ‘enhancement’ but every night you dream of a cold, dark train ride that never ends, maybe there’s more to you then even you ever thought.

Pairings: none really this chapter.

AN: would love some feedback on this!! As always reblogs and comments are appreciated!

Warnings: Steve is an ass, Curtis is…Curtis, none really for this chapter…

The chill seeped into your bones. Even through all your layers. The hunger you felt was like a pit in your stomach. You moved the privacy curtain open on your cubby. No one else seemed to be awake yet.

You climbed out and felt a wave of dizziness. This? Again? As you stumbled to your feet a pair of strong arms caught you.

“Alight there?” You looked up into Curtis’ bright blue eyes. The only thing that never seemed to dull on the train.

“Yeah, just got up too quick I think.” Curtis was tall and burly. His strong arms had saved you more than once when one of your dizzy spells acted up.

“Be careful.” He never said much, but he was really the only one watching out for you in the tail. Everyone else was out for themselves, or their loved ones.

The train shook as it hit an ice block, and your dizziness took over, everything fading into black.

When you opened your eyes again you were in your quarters in the Avengers compound. Ugh, I hate that dream.

It always unsettled you when you dreamt of the train. Everything felt too real. Sighing you picked your phone up off of your side table 4:15 AM. You have enough time to get a run on the treadmill in, but the hunger you felt in your dream drives you to the common area kitchen instead.

Thankfully you find it empty, you set to work warming up some leftover pizza from the night before. You shove a couple slices in the microwave and start the coffee maker to put on a full pot, the kitchen may be empty now, but it won’t be long until the other Avengers get up for their morning routines.

As if on cue, Steve comes in from his morning run. He barely glances at you. It’s nothing new, he was never your biggest fan when you both worked for SHEILD, it’s hardly surprising that he avoids you as much as possible now that you’re an Avenger.

The two of you are quiet as you each prepare your separate breakfasts. A protein shake for Steve and your left over pizza finally warm out of the microwave.

Steve looks over at your pizza and gives a snort. “You know, there’s a bunch of things in the kitchen if you want to put in some effort for breakfast.” He’s being an ass, you must have screwed something up in your last mission report, because he always gets like this when you do.

“I know,” you say as you pour yourself some coffee. You offer him the carafe while you answer, but he shakes his head no. “I woke up starving for some reason this morning. Not sure why.”

Steve’s hum is the only acknowledgement you get before he marches out of the kitchen. Whatever, he’s an ass. You finish your pizza and chug your coffee, much quicker then you normally would. You still don’t feel full, but at least you’re not dizzy anymore. Wait, wasn’t that from you’re dream?

You make your way back to your quarters saying good mornings to the Avengers slowly making their way to the kitchen for coffee and sustenance. You decide a shower will help relieve the sleep the still clings to your brain like a fog.

You’ll have to go to medical if it doesn’t clear up after your shower. Luckily, everything comes into clearer focus once you’re showered and ready for the day. No scheduled missions for you today, thankfully, so you head into the library off the common area to search for a new book to read.

You expect to find the place empty, but of course Steve freaking Rogers is there, again. It’s like he’s trying to ruin a good day off. You huff as you spot him and head to the other side of the library, hoping for some peace. After pulling out a copy of Stephen Kings Carrie, you settle into one of the comfy armchairs beneath the window.

You only get a few pages in when you’re rudely interrupted by none other than Captain America. “Are you planning to spend all day here?”

You sigh, one day, just one day without having to deal with him, was that too much to ask? Clearly, because you never got it. “I was going to read for a while Captain, is there a problem with that?”

Steve placed his hands on his hips and gave you his disappointed look. “When was the last time you went down and did some training with the team. You won’t always be on solo missions and we need to know you’re able to keep up with the rest of us.”

There it was, the real reason Steve didn’t think you should be on the team. You weren’t enhanced, and didn’t have super powers. You were normal for all intents and purposes. But you were good. It was why SHEILD had scouted you, and why Natasha has pushed for you to be recruited to the Avengers when SHEILD fell. But why couldn’t Steve see it?

“I go for training nearly every day Captain, just because I don’t invite you doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen. Besides, it doesn’t seem like you trust me to be on mission with the team, it’s why you’ve been sending me on all these solo missions right?” Your face is heating up with your anger, and worse you can feel the hot tears building in your eyes. Every time you get angry, this is what happens. It drives you nuts. Please not now, don’t let him see you cry.

Steve huffs out a laugh, “Fine, the next mission I go on, you’ll be coming with me.” With that he spins on his heel and marches out of the library. You roar with frustration and fling your book across the room.

Why does this man have to ruin everything?

You go in search of Natasha, your best friend. You find her where she usually is, sparring in the gym. This time she’s sparring with Bucky. It’s always something to watch the two of them spar. Something beautiful but deadly about them both.

Suddenly Bucky easily pins Natasha, and whispers something in her ear. She laughs and pushes him off, before getting to her feet and walking over to you. “You okay? You look a little frazzled.” Her eyes have taken you in in moments and you know she knows you need to talk.

“Do you wanna come hang out for a bit, just don’t want to hang out in the common room.” You mumble, you can’t even meet her eyes. It’s stupid, you shouldn’t let him get under your skin, and yet here you are.

“Sure,” Natasha gives you a warm smile, and forces you to meet her eyes. You can see the worry, before it’s quickly replaced with her normal cool facade. “Let me shower and I’ll meet you in your room. Get snacks and drinks ready!” She winks before heading off to her own quarters to freshen up.

You grab a variety of snacks from the kitchen, and sneak a bottle of vodka from the bar and head straight to your quarters. Flipping on the bed with all of your haul. You know Nat won’t be long so you scroll through instagram while you wait.

You feel the dizziness from this morning start to make a reappearance and before you know it you’re asleep.

As you blink your eyes open you see blue concerned eyes staring back at you. “S-Steve?” It’s the only person you can think would be here right now.

“Sounds like she’s out of it Curtis, better take her to her cubby.” Is that Gilliam? How are you back on the train? You feel strong arms lift you and carry you bridle style to your cubby. “Curtis, what’s going on?” Your voice is barely above a whisper. You cling to him, the only person you trust here, the only one you know will keep you safe. When Curtis tries to lower you down to your bed you cling even tighter. “Somethings wrong, please don’t leave…” you trail off, nervous at your sudden display of weakness.

Curtis looks around before climbing in behind you and closing your curtains. “Do you remember what happened?” He whispers. You can only shake your head. The last thing you remember is waiting for Natasha to show up in your room, then nothing. What is happening to you?

“After our run in this morning, no one really saw you until you passed out at the back of the car. Thankfully Gilliam and I were there.” Curtis is searching your face as he runs his hands up and down your arms.

“Ughhhh,” the groan you let out is tired and frustrated. What the hell is going on? “I’m sorry Curtis, I didn’t mean to bother you both. I know you’re busy, I, uh, I don’t really know what’s going on with me.” You can’t look him in the eye. This is the man who’s going to lead the rebellion down here. You? You’re nothing and nobody. You shouldn’t be burdening him with this.

He gives you a crooked grin. Wow, his smile is beautiful. You’d never seen Curtis smile before, but my God it was something. He tilted your face up to him with a finger under your chin. “Now come on, you know I’m never too busy to help. Especially you.” Before you could respond he kept talking. “Now, tell me: what happened? Is it from hunger? You’ve been dizzy more often lately.”

You were in shock, or dreaming maybe? Wait, this is a dream, you are dreaming. “I just think it’s lack of sleep you know? Probably just catching up to me. Please don’t worry Curtis, I’ll start taking better care of myself.”

He cupped your cheek with his hand, letting his thumb stroke your cheek. His eyes searching yours for something, you weren���t sure what, but you hoped your face conveyed the right emotion. He must have seen what he was looking for, because next thing you knew Curtis had closed the distance between you both and was kissing you breathless. Your arms shakily wrapped around his neck holding him as close to you as you could.

His hands began to wander, one on your hip the other tangled in your hair. Before you could start to explore yourself you felt the strong wave of dizziness take you over again. You pulled away from Curtis, and murmured a weak “oh no” before you were lost to unconsciousness again.

When you opened your eyes, you were back in your bed, alone. You could still feel Curtis’ lips move against yours. The heat from his body. How he had gripped your hip so hard, you were sure there would be bruises. How are your dreams becoming so intense.

Slowly moving to go clean yourself up for when Nat gets there you go to the washroom. After you flush and before you pull your jeans back up you spy something in the mirror. Is that, finger shaped bruises on your hip? You really got into that dream.

Natasha barges into your room like she owns it. She snags the bottle of vodka and props herself up at the headboard.

“No please,” you say, “do make yourself at home.” She rolls her eyes at your sarcasm.

“So you gonna tell me what got you all pissed off I had to cut my training short, or are you just gonna stand there and huff.” She’s not even looking at you, but she knows already that you’re gearing up to let it out.

“I’m just so sick of ‘Captain Perfect’ treating me like I’m not good enough to be here.” You sigh as you flip down next to her on the bed. “He thinks I’m a liability because I don’t have powers, and I’m not enhanced. Which okay, sure I could understand that if the man even took, oh I don’t know, thirty seconds to watch me train, or looked at my mission reports. But no it’s like he’s already decided I’m too weak to be here. And now because I lost it on him, I get to go on his next mission with him.”

Nat is just staring at you when you finish, blinking slowly. You heave in a breath, because saying that much in one go probably isn’t wise.

“Do you think you’re good enough to be here?” Her question catches you off guard. It’s not something you’ve put a lot of thought into. You got in off of recommendations from Natasha. When you were at SHIELD you always felt like you were in the top tier of agents, but were you good enough to be an Avenger?

“I’m starting to doubt it the longer I’m here. Maybe I should just leave, that way ‘Captain Perfect’ can take the stick out of his butt.” You huff as you lay down on the bed beside Nat. Staring up at the ceiling and feeling the self doubt start to trickle in.

“Well I recommended you, and I still stand by it. But if you want to leave and go somewhere else, you know I’m not going to stop you.” Nat takes a sip of the vodka and peers at you, you’re not sure how to judge the look she gives you. The closest you could describe it is assessing, but that still doesn’t feel like what it is. “Do the mission with Steve, if you still feel like it’s not working, maybe this isn’t the right fit for you.”

Well when she laid it out like that…

“Fine. Now let’s stop talking about the oldest Avenger and put on the craptastic TV.” You say as you reach for the remote. You and Nat spend the rest of the night laughing and drinking. Making fun of all of the ridiculousness of the reality shows you turned on. You felt lighter by the end of the night. Nat always had the ability to bring you back to centre, it’s why you had chosen her as your best friend.

As your eyes started to droop, Natasha quickly cleaned up the garbage and left to go back to her room.

Thankfully you woke up the next morning from a dreamless sleep.

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coming out of my cage to post for robstar week (@robxstar) because i recently rewatched teen titans and i love robstar so bad. wasn't feeling very creative and they just helped me write some lil fun self-indulgent things 💖 now i can share with all of you

day 1 - friends to lovers

she's the tear in my heart

It wasn’t long after the completion of the Tower that the roof became their spot.

Robin loved to watch the sunset over the bay and Starfire found freedom in the star speckled sky.

The first few nights, when they were just beginning to understand how to coexist with each other he’d always find her staring up at the sky late into the night. He wondered if she missed being part of the greater universe, flying past galaxies and spinning through the vastness that both terrified and humbled him.

He didn’t have to ask if she was missing home.

There was a deep longing, a sadness that shimmered in the shadows of her eyes, one that even the brightest smile couldn’t chase away. 

These days she calls Earth her home and Robin’s never been more thankful to exist in the same place as someone else.

“Hey,” he smiles, finding her knees tucked up to her chest right on the edge where she always is.

“Hi.” She returns the smile, warm and soft and something that is just for him.

It makes his heart beat harder, a traitorous pitter patter he’s long given up the fight to stop. Batman taught him a lot of things, but never how to defeat a hunger that runs so deep that he feels the ache in his bones. How to unwant someone because being with them isn’t something you’re allowed to have.

He takes his place next to her, touching as much as possible; a searing line of heat from shoulder to hip bone. 

There’s a steady hum beneath his skin that wants and wants and wants.

It’s late or, really, just very early. Dawn will be breaking over the city soon, their horizon one of the last to see the sun rising in the sky. 

“You know,” Starfire says quietly, “it has been a year since we all met.”

Robin knows and not just because they all agreed to celebrate the anniversary of forming the Titans and their friendship. He will never forget that fateful day. As much as he hates to admit it, he was a little lost in the shadow of Batman, needing to set off on his own. New town and a new start.

He wasn't expecting to find his family.

Or the love of his life.

But he keeps that close to his chest; locked up tight with no chance of seeing daylight.

“Best day of my life.” Robin admits.

He can hardly stop himself from admitting deeper truths when Starfire is by his side. She tilts her head, hair falling over her shoulder as she eyes him curiously.

“Okay.” Robin laughs, “maybe best is a weird way to describe it, but I got to meet all of you, and I’m honestly not sure where I would be if we hadn’t.”

Probably in the depths of Slade’s clutches, destroying a city instead of saving it.

“I have also thought about that.” Starfire says, her gaze back on the sky.

A coil white hot and wicked slithers through Robin’s ribcage. He doesn’t have to ask to know what she’s imagining. The Citadel. He’ll never forget the way she said prize as if her agency didn’t matter. 

As if Starfire didn’t matter.

A royal princess that paid the ultimate price; sacrificing her freedom for her planet and people. She was starved and restrained, terrified out of her mind because of the horrors that awaited her. It still makes Robin sick to his stomach. 

Without thinking he presses closer and Starfire unwinds, letting her legs dangle off the edge of the tower as she takes up the space Robin offers her.

“I do not often have nightmares anymore of what could have been,” she says quietly, “but I suppose on such occasions it is not a surprise.”

Robin takes her hand, the need to touch and comfort too great. Something in his skin settles when her fingers lace between his own.

“You’re safe,” he reminds her. “You’re here, with us, and I won’t ever let anything happen to you.”

“I know.”

Robin can see the depths of green in her eyes, like an old growth forest with flecks of gold. Her gaze is heavy — honest — and Robin’s breath catches in his throat. He’s never known someone to have so much faith in him, despite his flaws and limitations and everything he’s done, Starfire believes in him. 

He imagines sliding his hand to cup her cheek, slotting their mouths together like they were made to fit, because Robin knows they were. 

 Not yet

Starfire’s knowing smile relieves some of the guilt and ache in his chest. He owes her so much and maybe one day he can return the favor.

“I believe we saved each other that day,” she squeezes his hand, thumb brushing gently over Robin’s skin.

I love you, Robin thinks unbidden.

“Yeah,” he swallows, choking back the swell of emotions, like the waves of a tsunami being sucked back out to sea, “we did.”

The sun catches over the tower, the water shimmering with the promise of a new day.

“If I recall,” Starfire says lightly, “I promised Cyborg that I would help make his famous three layer cake for our celebration today.”

“Starting at dawn?” Robin laughs as they stand up, hands still clasped together.

Starfire starts to say something, but a loud crashing sound from the kitchen answers Robin’s question. It’s followed by a string of curses causing Robin and Starfire to fall into each other laughing. 

“Come,” Starfire says as she tugs him towards the door, “I believe Cyborg is in need of rescuing.”

Robin just smiles fondly as she leads him back into the tower, counting down the seconds to when he never has to let go.

[daddycassie]

Fight or flight ~ chapter 1 🔪🩸🪽

Pairing: Lucy Gray Baird x Fem! Reader - 1,217 words

Warnings: Character death(Coriolanus snow), (sort of)domestic violence? Does this count? Attempted murder(drowning), knife usage, mentions of gun violence, abusive/toxic relationship.

You’d just finished working late in the coal mines, and were walking home, shoulders slumped and face covered with coal dust. Just then, you heard someone behind you, you turned, ready to drive your pickaxe into any potential attacker’s face. But you’re shocked to see Lucy Gray Baird panting in front of you.

Her eyes were teary, and she was hyperventilating. You drop the pickaxe and reach out to her, hesitating just before actually making contact. “What happened?” Lucy Gray leans in the rest of the way, wrapping you in a hug. “It’s Coriolanus — he’s gone mad,” she whispers, “He shot Mayfair dead at the Hob tonight.” She bites her trembling lip.

“And Billy Taupe too, he told me not to tell anyone caus’ he’ll get in trouble. But I know the mayor, he’ll think it was me, won’t stop till I’m strung up in the hangin’ tree.” You rub her arms to try to soothe her. You hardly knew how to reassure the poor thing, luckily she continues before you even have to. “I’m runnin’ away, I can’t trust Coriolanus anymore and I don’t wanna go alone.”

You nod fast, “You want me to go with you. I will.” You wipe Lucy Gray’s tears away with your thumb. “When are we leaving?” She seems surprised at how fast you agree, but her expression hardens, “Meet me at the hangin’ tree, tomorrow at dawn.” You brush her flowing brown hair behind her ear. “I’ll be there.”

The brunette offers her best attempt at a smile, “Make sure to bring your things… I don’t think we’ll be comin’ back anytime soon.” She pauses, “why are you so willin’ to come with me so fast?” You want to tell her you’d follow her anywhere, but now wasn’t the time for such romantic thoughts. “You’re my friend.” You say instead. Lucy Gray smiles, for real this time.

“I’m glad for that. Thank you Y/n.” Lucy Gray whispers, and just like that she’s disappeared into the dark of the night. You rush back home and wash the coal dust from your body with a wet rag.  You think over what your friend had told you. You’d never trusted that Coriolanus guy. Sure, he was pretty and all, and Lucy Gray had seemed to really love him, but there was just something about him that irked you and made it impossible for you to trust him.

The one thing you’d ever thank that man for was saving Lucy Gray in the arena. You brushed off the thought as you stuffed your belongings into a bag so they were ready in the morning. When you’re done you set the bag by your pickaxe at the door. You drag your feet as you walk to your bed and lay down.

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The following morning before sunrise you grab your things and sneak out to the hanging tree. With how careful you have to be, by the time you get there the sun is peeking over the distant horizon. You smile slightly at the beauty of it. You walk right up to the tree and spot Lucy Gray standing there wearing a small satchel which surely held all of her belongings.

“Y/n, you came.” She smiles weakly. You smile back, “I’d have to be a fool to ditch you.” You say, and offer her your hand which she takes gratefully. Lucy Gray leads the way through the street, you two try your best to be discreet, but a few peacekeepers throw you looks anyway.

When you get to the edge of the forest Lucy Gray stop abruptly, causing you to bump into her. She nearly tumbles down into some bushes, but steadies herself. “Why’d you stop?” You tilt your head, squinting due to the first light of the sun. “I wanna make sure that you’re sure of this decision.” She squeezes you hand gently and looks back at you with deep brown eyes.

“I’ve never been more sure in my life. Please, let’s go together.” Lucy Gray smiles a bit wider and nods. “Okay, let’s head to the lake first?” You agree without argument. 

It rained hard that day.

By the time you got to the shed, you were both soaked, despite your best attempts to cover up Lucy Gray. She insisted it was fine, but you saw the way she shivered. You open the door for her, and walk in after. “We should catch some fish while we’re here. We might not have another chance to get food for a while.”

Lucy Gray grabs a small cutting knife from a shelf by the door. “Right. I’ll check up on the katniss then, even if it’s a lil too ripe it might be semi edible with the fish.” You nod your agreement and lift the usual loose floorboard to find…

Fishing rods. Nothing else. You pick up one of them. “Alright, but if it’s too, too early then we can just eat the fish. Don’t you worry.” Lucy Gray gives you an affectionate look before leaving. You grab anything to use as bait and exit the shed soon after. You spot Lucy Gray knelt down looking over the swamp potatoes a little ways away. 

You hook some bait onto your line and cast it. You look into the surface of the gray water. With each raindrop that hit it, the surface rippled. It felt surprisingly good to be there, especially with Lucy Gray.

Something snags your line a couple minutes later, and just as you’re about to reel it in, you hear a scream from down the lake. You drop the fishing rod immediately and jump up. You turn on your heel and look to the patch of katniss. Your heart drops.

Coriolanus violently pins Lucy Gray down in the mud, while she flails under him. She gets a single kick in before he starts shoving her face into the water. You break into a run, as fast as you can to where they are. Lucy Gray is only more panicked now that she can’t breathe either and it only serves to anger you.

You spot Lucy Gray’s cutting knife, strewn aside in the mud, just out of her reach. You grab it and don’t think twice about slashing at Coriolanus’ back. It’s effective, he lets go and Lucy Gray comes up sputtering and gulping down air. Coriolanus turns to you in a fury, you notice how much darker his eyes look.

With only the thought of protecting Lucy Gray you stab him. Then again. And again. Lucy Gray stared in horror at the stabbing, her jaw dropped. She forces her mouth to close again when she looks at you. You push Snow aside and grab Lucy Gray. “Are you okay? Are you hurt? Where did he come from?”

You rapid fire questions before realizing you should take it easier, seeing how someone just attempted to murder her. “I’m okay…” she answers shakily, “is he…?” You check Coriolanus for a pulse. “Uh… yeah. Might be for the best I hate to say.” You grab Lucy Gray’s hand again and stand up.

She clings to your arm, staring at Coriolanus’ dead body. You pull her away, and walk to the dock to gather up the fishing rod again. You drag Lucy Gray back to the shed.

Note: If you guys like this one enough I’ll make chapter 2, hope you enjoyed!

[frenchfrywrites]

Saturday the Fourteenth

MINORS DNI

Warnings: dom top amab gn reader, bottom sub Jason Voorhees, light feminization, soft

You've never been around Jason on Friday the 13th. Though the day rolls around so rarely, each time he has an excuse for you to leave: he needs you to go get groceries, he’ll remind you that you have a friend in town, and once he even booked you a spa day to get you away from Crystal Lake. You understand why he pushes you away. There’s the reason he gives: he’s scared you’ll get hurt, and what goes unsaid: he’s scared he’ll be the one that hurts you. 

The problem is that- no matter how often you restate and reassure him of your trust in him- Jason cannot seem to trust himself. Therefore, for his own peace of mind, you always leave. 

When you return from your day-long excursion on the 14th, you can hardly get through the door fast enough to see him. Jason is tending his wounds, but looks up when he hears you enter. He looks at you expectantly from behind his mask, and you think if he had a tail it’d be wagging happily. 

“Hi babe,” you exhale happily, seeing as he’s not too badly hurt this time around. You drop your bags and go to join him on the couch, getting as close as you can without interrupting him. Kissing the cheek of his mask you hear him make a soft, pleased sound from behind it. Your heart swells with affection, but you keep your hands to yourself for now.

As he finishes up you tell him about what you did and all the things you wish he could have seen with you. “I missed you,” you end with, again kissing him- this time on his shoulder. Jason leans into your space.

“Missed you too,” he signs back. You give him a look that he knows all too well, and Jason sighs heavily before you can even begin.

“You wouldn’t have to miss me if you didn’t make me leave every Friday the 13th,” you remind him. Jason huffs,

“You’ll get hurt,” he signs curtly.

“I know you won’t hurt me.”

“But what if-” 

“You won’t hurt me,” you cut him off. “You’re way too sweet on me,” you tease softly, and Jason’s whole demeanor turns. He looks bashful at being called out. You take his large hand in yours, “I love you," you say simply. Jason squeezes your hand tightly, looking at you intently. He then wraps his arms around your neck, and within the blink of an eye your lap is suddenly full of him. 

You steady him by holding his hips, and smile at his need for physical affection. “You’re not in pain anymore, are you?” Jason shakes his head at your question and your grin grows. You run your hands from his hips, up under his flannel shirt. Jason lets out a warbled giggle when your fingers brush against his belly. The laughter dies and his breathing turns heavy as your hands continue upwards towards his chest. 

You can feel his heart beating rapidly with anticipation, so you move slower than ever and then finally brush your thumbs against his nipples. Jason moans softly, leaning closer to you subconsciously. You can feel your dick twitch with interest. It’d be hard to stay flaccid with the view you have right now, your sweet, darling hunk straddling your thighs and arching himself into your touch helplessly.

Much to Jason’s disappointment, you don’t linger at his chest, and instead slowly let your hands wander around back, slipping out from under his shirt to cup a feel of his ass. Indulging yourself you massage him there and grind your hips upwards, rubbing your now fully erect dick against him. Jason grunts, and unwinds a hand from around your neck to sign: “need you.”

You let out a pleased moan at his confession, thinking for a moment. One thing has been on your mind while you were apart, and your endless fantasies rush back all at once.

“I want you to ride me,” you tell him breathlessly. Jason hesitates, and you know why. You steel your gaze, because if he makes you remind him that he won’t hurt you again, you’re going to get more than a little frustrated. He caves instead, refusing to make eye contact with you while signing,

“I want to try it.”

Despite not being able to see it, you can tell he’s blushing something fierce under that mask of his. 

“Good,” you purr, delighted that he’s trusting you- and himself- more. There's one thing that could make him more comfortable, more soft and safe. “Do you want to wear your pretty clothes for me?” you ask.

Jason nods eagerly, so you slap his ass playfully, “go and put them on then, I’ll join you in a second.” 

He stumbles out of your lap, heading swiftly to the bedroom. While he dresses up for you, you  busy yourself with stripping your clothes, then grab the lube you hide in the couch cushions.

Entering the bedroom you let out a low whistle at Jason’s appearance.

He’s still wearing his iconic hockey mask, which he won't want off if he hasn't already taken it off. He’s wearing his white knee highs, matched with the simple white dress that cuts low- making his chest look more like tits- and is just a size too small, leaving nothing for the imagination.

You remember how shy he’d been the first time he’d indicated that he wanted to wear soft, pretty dresses and skirts. Pride fills your chest at how comfortable he looks in it now. 

As fast as possible you make your way to your shared bed, tossing the lube next to you. 

“C’mere sweetheart,” you pat your lap after leaning up against the headboard, and Jason once again makes himself comfortable, wrapping his arms around your neck. He looks down, wiggling excitedly upon seeing your erection. 

“Fuck you’re cute,” you praise easily, squeezing his hips. Jason uses one hand to sign, 

“Need you,” you huff out a teasing laugh,

“I can tell,” you respond, bringing a hand to squeeze his dick, which has been obviously tenting the front of his dress. Jason lets out a moan, jerking himself into your hand. 

“Cute, and so pretty,” you mumble, mostly to yourself, but Jason’s breath hitches at the words. You lean in, still stroking him over the soft fabric, and start kissing and sucking at the skin of his chest exposed to you.

Above you Jason makes a myriad of noises, ranging from long drawn out moans to high pitched little whimpers. He squirms on top of you, feeling so good with your mouth on him, but wanting more. 

When his hand tugs on your head (roughly first then, as he remembers (and fears) his own strength, very gently) you get the hint. You pull back to look at Jason in full. 

“Aw look at how worked up you are already,” you coo, noticing his pre wetting a spot at the front of his dress. “Did you miss me so much?” you ask teasingly. He nods, because he’s never been shy about admitting how attached he is to you. Jason’s hand releases your head, and comes down to wrap around your cock. 

With his other hand he signs “please,” and you twitch in his hold.

“Yeah,” you fumble for the lube. Jason brings his hands back around your neck, watching intently as you pull up his dress enough to finally reveal him to you. You slick your fingers and bury your face in his neck as you bring them down to his entrance. 

Jason jerks in your lap when the cold lube comes in contact with his hole. "Sorry," you murmur. He grunts, pressing himself back against your fingers despite the initial chill.

"Relax," you remind him, pressing a kiss against his flushed skin. He does as he's told, letting out a shuddering breath. With him distracted by your kisses, you're able to press your fingers into him without an issue a moment later. 

It always takes you a bit to open Jason up but you don't mind going slow. He looks absolutely gorgeous on top of you, his massive thighs clenching and relaxing when you rub against his prostate every so often, his breath is labored behind his mask, and he presses himself up against you like he needs your skin to stick to his. 

"Please," he signs with one hand when you have 3 fingers stretching and fucking him open. His grip on you tightens, and he rocks his hips "ready, want you, please," the way he signs is shaky and urgent, adding to the heat burning under your skin.

"Fuck, yeah, just hold on baby," you slowly pull your fingers out and Jason lets out a high whine. He's good and patient as he waits for you to lube your dick, but you can feel the anticipation that's radiating off of him. 

You've never had him ride you before but he knows to lift himself slightly. With one hand you line yourself up with his hole, the other grips his thigh possessively. "You have control of the pace okay?" Jason nods at your reminder, "you can have me whenever you're ready," you barely get the words out before Jason lowers himself slowly onto you. 

"Shit," you exhale, gripping his thighs intensely and feeling hot and tense as you try not to fuck your hips into him. You hadn't prepared for how he'd look so good on top of you like this. Your fantasies are nothing like reality.

Jason knocks his head back in ecstasy, exposing his neck to you. A low groan leaves him as he bottoms out. "You look so good, mhm taking me so well, pretty boy," you praise affectionately, squeezing his thighs. Jason flutters around you at the pet name. 

As you wait for him to adjust, you run your hands along the skin covered by the white dress. The way it stretches and flows over his body makes you want to take a picture of him. You bite your lip as you imagine how flustered and flushed he'd become if you ever suggested taking a picture during a moment like this.

Consumed by your imagination, it takes you by surprise when he starts moving. You let out a gasping moan of Jason's name as he slowly lifts and drops himself onto your cock. “Oh, fuck,” he hardly gives you a second to catch your breath before he picks up the pace.

He’s holding back though, you can tell with how tense he feels under your grip on his thighs. “Nngh, you feel so good baby,” you kiss his neck tenderly, then jerk your hips up as he lowers himself onto your cock. Jason cries out, clenching around your length, his arms tightening around your neck and pulling you into his chest.

You moan, happy to be pressed against him like this, and absolutely delighted by his response. As you thrust your hips up again and again to draw the same reaction out of him Jason’s own pace becomes erratic and sloppy.

All the anxiety he's had of hurting you melts away, and soon he’s bouncing on your cock, chasing his own pleasure. Jason’s grip on you hasn’t loosened either, so you take advantage of the position and bury yourself in his chest. Returning to licking and sucking the skin available to you only makes Jason more greedy for pleasure. You move your hands from his thighs to his ass, feeling the way it moves under your palms each time he fucks himself on your cock.

Once Jason starts babbling incomprehensibly, you know he’s close. It’s a relief knowing he’ll cum soon, because you’ve been teetering on the edge of your orgasm. 

“Hah, you close Jason?” you pull your face out of his chest to ask. He lets out a long, high-pitched keen as a way of affirmative response. “Mhmm, me too, gonna fuck you full of my cum,” you promise. Jason clenches like a vice around you. “Cum for me sweetheart, ah, dirty your pretty dress for me,” you lean down, mouthing at one of his nipples that shows through the tight dress fabric. Jason cries out and nearly crushes you with how tightly he holds you while he cums.

You look down to watch as his cum wets the front of the dress, and then your orgasm hits you like a speeding truck. Chasing your high you fuck Jason hard and deep, squeezing his ass as a way to ground yourself. 

By the time that overstimulation starts to sink in, Jason is dead weight on top of you. Using the last of your adrenaline you gather the strength to gently lift him off of you, and coo when he lets out a pitiful whine at the loss of your cock filling him up. He tears off the dress and socks then snuggles under the blankets next to you.

Slowly you remove his mask, and Jason lets you. His eyes are closed, but he fights off sleep for the time being. 

“Hurting at all, beautiful?” he shakes his head, smiling when you call him beautiful. "Do you need anything right away?” again he shakes his head, no. You go about doing your best to clean him and yourself off with the wipes you keep in the bedside table, then cuddle up next to him. Exhaustion hits you hard as soon as your head hits the pillow, but you have the energy to kiss him properly and gather him up in your arms.

Before you can nod off with him, Jason pokes you. You slowly open your eyes, and it's then that he signs,

“You can stay, next time.”

A smile spreads across your face and you kiss him sleepily, overjoyed that he’s starting to trust himself just as much as you trust him.

[poppybros-jr]

Dazor:Hey, Cosmo. I was wondering how you feel about your siblings? Uh- Good luck in the tournament.

…I mean, sure. I’m more than happy to talk about my siblings. I’m not sure why I started talking like that, to be honest. I’m very sorry, it won’t happen again. Just… get comfy, ‘cause I’m the fourth of five siblings so this might take a while!

@a-stardusted-sky

WARNING! This ask is a very long one, and it also delves into more serious territory than usual, so it goes under a cut. Content warning for mentions of divorce, parental emotional abuse/estrangement and childhood trauma resulting from the disappearance of a sibling.

Also tagging this as propaganda because we’re getting into backstory. @kirbyoctournament

Firstly, Stella! My twin sister! She hatched half an hour before I did, and we joke that it’s so she could be there to help me out of my shell. Because that’s what she still does even to this day!

We used to perform together under Stella’s name, using our identical looks to pull off a ‘teleportation’ trick. We were only kids at the time, so that was the only trick we did in the whole show. It got boring pretty quick, and I didn’t like that I didn’t get to have my name on the posters, but I was scared to say anything. Stella wasn’t, though! A couple of years ago she said she wanted us to be a proper double act, and that if I didn’t get recognition for my skills she simply wouldn’t perform. It worked! I actually figured out I was a boy not long after that, so I’m really glad we don’t have to be perfectly identical anymore. She’s trying to encourage me to perform solo, too, but I don’t have the same charisma she does, so I don’t know if I can do it as well as she does.

I’m really glad she’s my big sister. She’s the most supportive, kindest sister ever. And the most fun! She can be a little annoying sometimes with how excitable and silly she is, and sometimes her energy wears me out, but I’d never want her to change. She’s the best. Like a ray of sunshine!

Celeste is the baby of the family. She’s very shy.

She was only little when Marx ran away, and our parents apparently decided to use her as a… do-over, I guess? Our mum especially wanted her to be everything Marx wasn’t and put a lot of pressure on her to fit her expectations. But Celeste really didn’t like performing, so she got more and more quiet… We’re staying with our aunts at the moment because of our parents divorcing, though, and she’s starting to feel much better. She’s trying out different things to find something she likes. She seems very interested in the production side of the circus, like music and lighting. I think that no matter what she does when she grows up, she’ll do amazing. She’s really smart! Much smarter than I was at her age!

She hardly ever talks, but she’s an absolute sweetheart, and if anyone tries to hurt her I will DESTROY THEIR LIFE. :)

Since we live with our aunts now, our cousins the Poppy Bros are like our honorary siblings!

Poppy Bros Sr (Pop for short) and Poppy Bros Jr (Poppy for short) are the owners of the circus! Well, Pop is. Poppy will co-own it when they’re an adult. Poppy is also part of the Star Allies and helped out with that whole mess with the weird shadowy heart things a few years back! I want to join someday too so I can help protect Popstar!

Pop is a great boss. When I was a little kid I thought he was intimidating, but he’s really just a big softy! He’s always asking me how I’m doing and listens to all my ideas. He’s very understanding if I’m not feeling well enough to perform or get stage fright, and he never pressures me. I don’t know him that well, though, since he’s a lot older than me.

As for Poppy? I like them! After Marx ran away, they stepped in to be our older sibling since he couldn’t do it anymore. They still look out for us even now! They stand up for us whenever we need backup and they always have time to hang out with us. They were best friends with Marx before he left, so it must have been very hard on them at the time, but they always put on a brave face. I respect them a lot! They’re still a massive nerd who’s obsessed with bombs, though. They specialise in confetti firework bombs that look really pretty! If I count Pop and Poppy as my siblings too, that makes me sixth out of seven instead of fourth out of five.

Did I remember everyone? I feel like I’m forgetting someone… Oh, right! This jerk.

I’m gonna put this out here right now, okay? I do NOT condone the crimes Marx committed. He did some really bad things! That is not okay. That said, I’m talking specifically about my own relationship with my big brother, okay? Okay. Here we go.

I think Marx is a great brother. He’s not much older than me and Stella, so we were very close growing up and we still are even now. Some people are surprised to hear that I’m close to Marx, ‘cause most of the time we spend together, we’re either insulting each other or daring each other to do gross or dangerous things. I think those people have never had brothers.

It hurt a lot when he ran away. Stella and I both knew he wasn’t happy. He got into fights with our parents a lot and was always causing trouble. But we tried very hard to help him feel better. We played with him all the time. After he left, we thought it was our fault for not trying hard enough, but after he came back to Popstar he told us it wasn’t. I still feel bad about it sometimes, though. He doesn’t live with us anymore because he doesn’t want to be around our parents, but our aunts take us to visit him as much as possible.

Sometimes I still have bad dreams that he ran away again and died, or turned into a monster, or other bad stuff. It’s scary. I usually call him when that happens so I can talk to him. He doesn’t care if I call him in the middle of the night. He doesn’t sleep much anyway. And then the next time I visit he gets me donuts. The kind with the blueberry jam filling that I like.

He’s definitely not perfect. Not even close. Sometimes his insults get too mean. Or he’ll play a prank on me that upsets me. But he always says sorry and tries to make it up to me once he realises he hurt me. That’s more than what some people will do. I’m scared of a lot of people, but I’m never scared of him.

I do think he’s a stinky loser with a face like a Scarfy that got stuck halfway, though. :)

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… Okay, that was definitely everyone! All of us are accounted for! Thanks for the question, Dazor, and I’m sorry I kept you so long. Here, take an ice lolly with you! You get first choice!

[readerinsertsaremyguiltypleasure]

Hiii! Congratulations on your almost 500 followers! What a milestone!

So, without any further ado, I'd want to see what your beautiful words can do with the letter P the and number 13. Maybe a good angst with a fluffy ending, some sort of punch-to the gut argument and the reason was that because the Dadd- I mean the darkling and the reader has been busy and couldn't make time for the reader, and then to make up with the days that he wasn't able to be with the reader, he promised that they'd have dinner but he stood the reader up cause he got caught up with some ‘important business.’ and

Thank you! I actually just hit 500 today 🥳

One angsty ShadowDadd- Darkling fic coming right up (with a happy ending, of course).

P. Almost breaking up. 13. 'What happen to us?'

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‘What are you doing?’

Aleksander’s voice from the bedroom door surprised you, but you didn’t turn around. You just kept on packing.

‘I’m moving back into my old rooms.’

When Aleksander didn’t respond, you finally stopped what you were doing and turned to face him.

He actually looked surprised.

You would have laughed if he hadn’t also looked so heartbroken. What did he expect when you went to bed every night alone? At least when you went to bed alone in your own rooms, it was by design.

The heartbreak and surprise soon turned to anger, however, and Aleksander’s back straightened as he narrowed his eyes at you. ‘Were you even going to tell me?’ he asked. ‘Or were you just going to let me figure it out on my own?’

‘Would you have even noticed?’ you shot back. The shocked look on his face told you it was a direct hit. He may have even taken a little step back.

‘We hardly ever see each other anyway,’ you continued. ‘You’ve always got something more important to do. I bet the only reason you’re here right now is because you need some document or book or something. I highly doubt it's because you wanted to see me. It never is anymore.’ Tears welled in your eyes so you turned around to wipe them away. He didn’t deserve to see you cry.

‘Milaya,’ he said, anger gone as if it were never there. You heard him take a careful step towards you. ‘Do you really think that?’

‘I don’t know what else to think,’ you admitted. ‘What happened to us, Aleksander?’

‘Nothing happened to us,’ he said, desperation tinging his voice. He was right behind you now, and he placed his hands on your shoulders.

You leaned into the touch despite yourself. You had missed it so much.

‘Please don’t leave,’ he whispered. ‘Let me make it up to you. A romantic dinner. Tonight. You and me, right here in our rooms.’

You turned in his arms, and when you saw the hope in his eyes, you made your decision.

‘One chance,’ you said.

Aleksander sagged in relief and leaned in to give you a brief peck on the lips.

‘You won’t regret it.’

***

You did regret it.

The servants had prepared a lovely meal of roast quail and vegetables, and you had set the table with candles and roses yourself, wanting to make it special.

Two hours later, special was far from what you felt.

You hadn’t moved from your seat in all that time, unable to look away from the one opposite you where Aleksander should have been sitting. Tears fell freely down your cheeks, but you didn’t wipe them away.

Why bother when more would replace them?

Suddenly the doors opened, and Aleksander came rushing in, look harried.

Still you did not move.

‘I know I’m late,’ he said, breathless, as if he had been running. ‘Things took longer than expected.’

‘Let me guess,’ you said, voice emotionless. ‘Something important came up.’

‘This was very important,’ he began but you cut him off with a wave of your hand. You finally rose from your seat and headed straight towards the bedroom, intent on continuing your packing from earlier.

A hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you, and you spun to face Aleksander, fire in your eyes.

‘I don’t want to hear it,’ you snapped.

‘I’ve promoted Ivan.’

You blinked at the unexpected turn of conversation. ‘That was what was so important?’ you asked, your heart breaking all over again. ‘Promoting one of your underlings.’

‘No,’ said Aleksander as he gently wiped your cheek with his thumb. ‘The important part was the reason why I promoted him.’

The way his words contradicted his actions had you pausing, and he was quick to take advantage of that.

‘He now has the authority to act in my steed when I am otherwise indisposed... regardless of why that might be.’

It didn’t take you long to catch his meaning, and you couldn’t stop the hope from bubbling in your chest.

‘So, if you were to, say, be stuck in bed on a cozy morning…’

He took a step closer to you, leaving mere inches between your bodies. ‘Then Ivan could take care of whatever needed taking care of.’

A slow smile spread across your lips.

‘And if you had plans for a romantic dinner?’

‘Then nothing will keep me away ever again.’

His lips crashed to yours and you brought your free hand up to cup his cheek so you could deepen the kiss.

‘I’m sorry I missed dinner,’ he whispered once he had pulled away.

‘Miss the next one, and there won’t be another,’ you promised, but you lessened the blow with another kiss that had you both moaning.

It had been far too long since you had shared such a moment.

‘Understood,’ he said between smaller kisses that were getting more and more heated.

He started walking you backwards into the bedroom. ‘Now, I believe you mentioned something about going to bed alone. How about we fix that?’

You smiled against his lips.

‘Sounds like a plan to me.’