#reposting this whenever she makes a good save

[pwhlmontreal]

me whenever desbiens makes a save

[arieslost]

falling for you | op81

oscar piastri x fem!reader

summary: you and oscar should be more than just friends, but neither of you realize it until you’re on vacation… and his girlfriend is there, too.

word count: 2,956

warnings: angsty moments

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PART TWO

shoutout to my dream journal- i got this idea from a dream i had in 2021. also disclaimer, i love lily, she’s so sweet. we’re pretending that oscar is dating someone else here ok thanks <33

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For the first time in your life, you were regretting taking a vacation, and it was all Oscar Piastri’s fault.

Your family and the Piastris had been going on vacation together for as long as you could remember, and you’ve been best friends with Oscar for just as long. He was in the background of every defining moment of your life. He could say the same about you— best friends forever.

And then, like the idiot you are, you went and fell in love with him. You couldn’t exactly pinpoint how, or why, or when; all you knew was that you woke up on the second day of your vacation, walked into the kitchen, saw him pouring himself a bowl of cereal, and it hit you like a damn truck.

“Good morning, sweetie,” your mom says, barely noticing your slightly panicked expression as you realized that you were very much in love with your best friend.

“Morning,” you mumble back, unable to tear your eyes away from Oscar.

He notices you staring at him, your eyes as wide as saucers, and frowns. “You okay? There’s still some of this in the box, I saved it for you.”

Great. Of course he has to be so thoughtful all the time.

“Yeah, ‘m fine. Thanks, Osc.” You squeeze his arm as you pass by. He smiles at you, like he always does when you do that, and you want to die a little.

Especially when his girlfriend enters the room.

It’s the first time either of you have a significant other during your annual vacation time, and while you had aggressively lobbied against it (Oscar obviously had no clue), your parents and his parents had agreed to let her come. You were furious about it for weeks and couldn’t figure out why.

Well, now you know.

You can’t even enjoy your cereal, especially not when she kisses Oscar for everyone to see and then makes direct eye contact with you and smirks when he’s not looking. So, you decide to spend the entire day completely Oscar-less, as much as you wish you could just have him all to yourself like you always do when you’re here.

The thing is, you’ve never liked his girlfriend, obvious reasons aside. Even before Oscar started dating her, you’d never gotten along with her. It was like she had a personal vendetta against you, and always tried her hardest to be touchy with Oscar whenever she saw that you were in her line of sight. The most infuriating part is that literally no one else ever notices her behavior except you. Not even Oscar, your so-called best friend. Normally, you’d go to him to vent about something like this, because he’s always understood you in ways that no one else ever will. Now he’s the last person you can go to.

It sucks. You’re angry at your parents, his parents, and especially him for asking if he could bring her along in the first place.

You end up spending your entire morning and most of the afternoon at the beach. You don’t put on enough sunscreen because there’s no one there to make sure you use the proper amount. You hate getting sunburn, but you’d take that over seeing Oscar with his girlfriend. By the time you get back to the rental, everyone is off doing their own thing. Your parents are putting together a puzzle in the living room. Oscar’s parents have the door to their room shut, and you can hear the TV playing. You don’t have the courage to go looking for Oscar himself– once you see that he’s not in your shared room, you know that he’s either out or in his girlfriend’s room. Either way, you don’t want to know.

That was another thing that makes you wish this vacation never happened: Oscar had been allowed to bring his girlfriend, but the only condition was that the two of them had to sleep in separate rooms. That meant the two of you shared a room like always, but that didn’t mean he didn’t take every possible chance he could to go to hers, meaning you’re alone most of the time.

You might as well just pack up and walk home to save yourself the struggle of five more days.

It doesn’t seem like anyone is around to hear, so you let out a loud, frustrated groan as you flop back onto your bed. You look to your right, past Oscar’s bed, at the flowy curtains hanging in front of the doors that lead to the deck outside. One of the doors is ajar, and the slight breeze makes the curtains flap gently.

“You okay, sweetie?” Of course your mom heard you from all the way down the hall.

“Yeah,” you reply in a way that makes it very obvious that you’re not okay.

“Ah, I know that tone.” Your mom says, crossing the room to sit at the foot of your bed. “You need a boyfriend. You wouldn’t be this mopey if you had someone here with you, too.”

Like Oscar does. “You’re telling me,” you scoff bitterly. “I guess I’ll try a little harder for next year.”

“Well, are there any boys you’re interested in?” She asks, rubbing your leg comfortingly.

“I don’t know,” you mumble, turning your head away from her so she can’t get a perfect view of your face heating up as you think about your best friend.

She hums. “Yeah, I knew it.”

“Knew what?”

“It’s Oscar, isn’t it?”

You cover your face with your hands. “Ugh! Leave now, and we can pretend this conversation never happened.”

“Nice try.” Your mom pries your hands away and gives you a look. “I just don’t think it’s the best idea that you like Oscar. He doesn’t exactly have the most stable lifestyle.”

“He doesn’t need stability, he’s rich.” You shoot back. “I don’t even care about that, Mom. I’m not exactly interested in him because of his lifestyle.” You consider not saying it, but you’ll feel better getting it off your chest. “And his girlfriend is a bitch.”

“You’re right,” your mom says, and you can’t believe what you’re hearing. “I hate his girlfriend. I’ve always thought that you’re much better suited for him.”

“No kidding. Known him his whole life, everyone thought we were dating growing up, we’ve gone through just about everything together. I guess that simply doesn’t compare to the girl he’s known for five whole months.” You’re being snarky now, and you can’t find it in you to care. It should be you dating Oscar.

Everyone else seems to think so except him.

Your mom laughs, but in a way that you know that she agrees with you, as childish as you’re being. She continues to rub your leg, and the comforting motion has your eyes drooping. The stress of your newfound feelings and the warmth of the sun on your skin is more than enough to tire you out.

“Nap time?” She asks eventually, and you nod slowly.

“Mhmm.”

“I’ll come wake you up before dinner.” She kisses the top of your head, gets up, and then says something that has you wide awake. “Hey, Oscar. She’s sleeping.”

“Ah, okay. I’ll be quiet.” You hate the calming effect his voice has on you, even though now just looking at him has sent your heart racing.

One of them shuts the door, and shortly after you can feel the bed dipping under Oscar’s weight as he lays down next to you.

“Hey,” he whispers. “Missed you.”

I missed you more. Jerk.

“I know you’re awake,” he continues. “But you don’t have to talk to me.”

Good.

“I guess I deserve the silent treatment.”

Your resolve cracks a little, because he sounds genuinely upset. As much as you want to, you don’t open your eyes, but you do turn around to face him and move closer in the process. You can smell the faint traces of his cologne, and you have to fight a sigh of contentment. Damn him for always making you feel so safe. Besides, you’re a little cold now thanks to the air conditioning.

Your eyes nearly fly open in shock when he wastes no time in pulling you closer so you’re properly cuddled into his side and puts his arm around you. He lets out a breath, like he’s relieved, before he moves around a little and leans his head against yours.

The logical side of you is screaming to quit the sleeping facade and confront him right here and now about this rather intimate behavior, but the side of you that just discovered the strong feelings you harbor for your best friend tells you to just play along and enjoy whatever alone time you have with him. It’s not hard to pick which side to listen to.

The two of you stay this way for so long you start falling asleep again, and it only gets worse when he starts rubbing your back. It starts out very subtle; at first, his fingertips just move up and down along the fabric of your shirt. He stops for a moment, like he’s considering the outcomes of his actions, and then flattens his palm against your back and continues the up and down motion. You bury your head in his chest, mostly to hide the fact that you’re turning red but also because you just want to be closer to him. He hums a little when you do it, and you have to stop yourself from weighing the logistics of whether or not you could get away with kissing him right here and now.

You have to fight the urge to sleep, wanting to soak in every moment of his strange but welcome actions. Maybe this is all just an elaborate dream– either way, you’re not going to sleep through it.

The sound of him sighing again catches your attention, but you’re entirely brought back to reality when he starts moving.

You fully give up. You don’t want him to go, so you say his name quietly and look up at him.

He sits up a little to look back at you, and you reach up to smooth away the crease between his eyebrows with your thumb. “We’re on vacation. You’re supposed to be having fun.”

“So are you.” He points out.

Of course he’s picked up on it.

“It’s complicated.”

“Talk to me,” he encourages, shifting so he can keep you close. His little polite cat smile nearly has you spilling your guts to him about how much you wish you were the one he was kissing in front of everyone.

You press your lips together. “I… I can’t, Osc.”

You always hate his crestfallen expression, but you hate it more when you’re the cause of it.

“You can talk to me about anything, you know that right?”

“I know,” you reassure him. “Just… not this. Anything but this.”

He hums again, but not in the happy way that he did before when you were practically trying to crawl into his skin. This is more like a hum of concentration.

You have a moment of hope, thinking that maybe he’ll just let it go, but you know your best friend better than that. It doesn’t change your shock when he speaks again.

“Okay. I think I know what this is about.”

“I seriously doubt you do.” You can’t help but laugh a little. How could he possibly know about something that you yourself only just discovered?

He gives you a specific look then, a look that you have always despised being on the receiving end of. It’s a look that tells you he’s expecting you to explain yourself and see if he’s right. He usually is right, which only makes it worse.

“No.” You shake your head, starting to try and find a way to get up. “No, Oscar, don’t make me say it.”

He isn’t having it though: his arm stays snug around you, and he puts one of his legs between both of yours, hooking his ankle around yours so you can’t escape.

“Oscar,” you whine. “No fair, with your stupid reflexes.”

He whines your name back in the same exact tone. “Shouldn’t try to get away from me, then.”

You let out a groan of frustration. “I’m not telling you anything.”

Someone walks out into the hallway, and the sound of the footsteps coming towards your room makes the both of you freeze. The two of you are in a rather precarious position, with your limbs tangled and Oscar practically on top of you. Not that you necessarily mind, but if anyone walked in right now, eyebrows would be raised.

Oscar seems to be thinking along the same lines as you, meeting your wide-eyed stare with his own but not making any effort to move away. It clicks in your head at that exact moment, just as it did in the morning when you walked into the kitchen.

He does know.

“How?” You whisper, too wrapped up in your disbelief to even be embarrassed.

“I know you better than anyone,” he whispers back, head whipping towards the closed door when you hear a creak, like someone’s weight is shifting on the floor.

The footsteps recede. You both let out a breath, turning to face each other again. You’re close. Too close. Close enough that you could count his eyelashes if you wanted to.

You remember the last time you were this close to him— you were both 14, playing hide and seek at midnight at a friend’s birthday party. He’d accidentally chosen the same hiding place as you, a desk with a rolling chair in front of it, and you’d been forced to squish together underneath the desk in order to conceal yourselves well enough. You were mad that he chose the same spot as you because it raised the likelihood of being found, and he’d just giggled at you every time you glared at him. You remember how much you loved his giggle, and how you’d wondered what it would be like to kiss his smile.

Well. You really have been in love with him this whole time.

You want nothing more than to crawl under the bed and stay there for the rest of the vacation so you don’t have to look him in the eye. You never want to speak to him again. You want to tell him everything. You want to push him away. You want to hold him closer.

“Tell me I didn’t ruin our friendship.” Is all you can think to say, and Oscar reacts immediately, brushing your hair out of your face and hugging you tightly.

“Honey, you could never ruin this.” He presses his nose into your hair, brushes his lips against your head. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re not the one who should be sorry,” you grumble into his chest.

He doesn’t answer, instead choosing to alternate between playing with the ends of your hair and drawing shapes on your shoulder with his fingers. He’s always been affectionate with you, but this is a whole new level, and your overthinking has you worried that you’ll lose it entirely as soon as the two of you have to leave this room and face the reality of the situation. You close your eyes, trying your hardest to soak up every little detail of this moment in the event that you never get another like it.

You know Oscar thinks you’re asleep when, much to your dismay (and maybe his, too), he gets up and gently lays you back against your pillow.

“I really shouldn’t be doing this,” you hear him say, and then you feel his lips press firmly against your temple, his hand leaving the most featherlight touch on your cheek. “I’m sorry, baby.”

The soft material of a blanket covers your body, and the door opens and shuts. Your tears waste no time in soaking into the pillowcase.

You’re regretting this vacation, but it isn’t Oscar’s fault.

He’s not the one who fell in love with the one person he can’t have.

Things change, but not at all in the way you expect. Oscar still throws an arm around you for every picture and hoists you onto his back without hesitation for the obligatory piggyback photo that has been a vacation tradition since forever. His girlfriend still looks at you like you’re the pebble she can’t get out of her shoe, but for every dirty look and intentional display of affection, Oscar is there to make up for it. He goes to the beach with you and makes sure that you apply enough sunscreen, he goes to the amusement park with you even though he hates most of the rides, he takes you to breakfast at the risk of his girlfriend throwing a fit when you get back. She does, but he doesn’t care. He does it every year, and he tells you that he’d be damned if he didn’t keep up with it.

Maybe he pities you. It doesn’t matter. You can live with never even having a chance with the boy you think you’ve always wanted something more with, so long as you can continue to call him your best friend.

He leaves for his next race on the last day of vacation, and his girlfriend goes with him. You support him from home. He calls you every single day.

Oscar has never been able to go more than 24 hours without hearing your voice. He’s never been able to fully express just how much he needs you, and now he has to face the obstacle of breaking up with his girlfriend before he can even try.

note: this fic was low key my personal everest and i changed the ending at the last second because i hate angst. if anyone is interested in a part two, let me know because i’d be happy to write it at some point!

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[zhongrin]

“honey, can you… get us a pet?”

◇ characters ◇ zhongli, al haitham, childe, tighnari, kaveh, pantalone, cyno

◇ tags ◇ fluff, crack, dragon!li

◇ a/n ◇ all i want in life is a zhongli and a al haitham with their chosen pets is that really too much to ask

𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

zhongli, predictably, brings back a dog. before you ask, it’s a very normal dog that isn’t the size of a mountain and is unable to control the elements. it’s a common house pet, a sign of luck and auspiciousness, plus he’s a very good boy!

………. just. don’t coddle rex jr. too much, okay? rex sr. is still a half-dragon after all.

al haitham brings back a pot of some rare plant he got at the grand bazaar... what? plants are pets too. an even better version, he argues, especially since this particular one should bear small edible fruits when they grow enough. plus, they’re quiet and will let him read in peace.

hey, it’s your fault for never specifying what kind of pet you wanted him to get.

childe brings back an otter. where did he get it? no one knows. don’t ask. where will he put it? uhhh. no worries, he’ll put the otter in your bathtub for now, but he’ll commission someone to dig up a pool for them to float around! it’ll be fineeee!

tighnari sits you down and lectures you about the responsibilities of a pet owner for two straight hours to make sure you truly understand what you’re asking of him first. adopting a pet is a huge step in your life and he wants to make sure you fully understand what you’re getting into.

plus, you might want to take into consideration that your fox hybrid lover inherits that territorial behavior from his ancestors…?

kaveh jumps at the opportunity. to him, that’s like you’re giving him the green light on bringing animals home. a mistake on your part, honestly.

it’s day three and you’re now housing: an unexpectedly tame dendro slime with a withered flower on its head, two very weakened and starving desert foxes, one forest fox with one eye, and a little bird with a broken wing.

good luck.

pantalone merely chuckles yet the very next day you find the most elegant, purebred siberian forest cat delivered straight to your lavish shared abode’s doorstep. she’s groomed to perfection, well-trained, and a joy to be around.

the most beautiful cat for the most breathtaking person in his life - he thinks it’s very fitting.

cyno unexpectedly brings back a rabbit; a snow-white furred darling with ruby-red eyes that fits on top of your palm. such an innocent-looking, wee little being has become a lethal weapon in cyno’s hand. whenever you deny him of something, you will now see two pairs of eerily similar-colored eyes looking up at you with wet bunny eyes.

darn it.

like father like son, you suppose.

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[vxnuslogy]

— broken toys. ft sunday

— warnings: slight angst

— author's note: my entry to the sunday brainrot, aka me manifesting for playable sunday.

sunday was the most desired man in all of penacony, and for a good reason too.

head of the oak family; the most handsome bachelor on the planet; a preacher of harmony that wanted the best for his home; what was there to not like about him? you were no stranger to the way he stared at gatherings hosted by the family, his gaze lingered too much on you; happened too many times to count as a mere coincidence. it sent your heart into a blazing beat, one that made your cheeks flush whenever he stood anywhere near you. just hearing his voice – the awkward laugh that rang like wedding bells when mr. gopher wood joked about the two of you being a match made in heaven – it became your favorite thing in the world.

the idea of marrying sunday has always been on the table ever since you were children. one playdate after the other – most of which were spent on the beach – where you, sunday, and his darling little sister robin would create sandcastles for miles. role playing as the kingdom’s regency while robin sang you songs until she fell asleep. such fond memories manifested itself to a lightcone that now sat in your bedroom. mr. wood was not blind with the way sunday looked at you – neither were you – and ever since then, he’d consistently bug you to marry his adoptive son who hid behind his wings to save his face.

and so you did. you married the man of your dreams and relished in being loved like a saint. 

every waking hour with sunday was spent with him worshiping the very ground you set foot on. slipping his hand under the table in meetings to fit yours because you were his rock, making sure he never strayed too far from you because to him, being away from you was the deadliest sin of them all. he loved you like the sun; burning brightly and warming your coldest days with only a whisper of sweet nothings in your ear as you let his touch scorch your skin in a way that made you wince but love him all the same. basking in the way his lips carved his name in your own with such passion you would close your eyes to everything else - he was the only view you would ever look at.

sunday burned brightly, but he burnt too quickly. just like how the sun could never stay in the sky forever, his revelry in you also faded like the waking night when the moon and stars started to replace him. sunday became too consumed in his goals of harmony, so much so that he lost his way that not even you, his darling, couldn’t save him from. 

even if his hands still gravitated towards yours, they no longer had the same warmth that you savored in his presence. he confessed his deadliest sins – the sin of being away from you – every night under the night sky’s judgment, only to commit them again the following morning. 

such was the cycle of sunday’s habit when he obtained his favorite toy. 

he drowned himself in the great pleasures of finally having his hands on the toy he’s been pining over for years. indulging himself in the adoration he had for you even if sometimes, it flickered with something more sinister, something much darker than the adoration he bathed and convinced you in. you let him suffocate in this false devotion until he started to pull back in boredom. until his favorite toy - you - was no longer his favorite.

you would pull away, starting to realize how this was not right, only for him to come sweep you of your feet – the same awkward laughter that once rang like wedding bells now sounded like red sirens, warning you of the danger you’d always ignore – and your falling back into the same maze that was your husband.

© vxnuslogy 2024. please do not copy, repost, or translate any of my works.

[rosedpetal]

A Good Father

Summary: Ransom shows his family he knows how to take care of his own kid.

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader (as his baby mamma)

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: none

Author's note: this is a repost.

Masterlist

If years ago someone ever told Ransom that he'd get married and have children, he'd laugh in their faces. Whenever anyone in his family brought the topic of him settling down, he would leave the table and curse at them.

Until you came in the picture.

He was having the worst day ever, and he desperately needed a cookie. So, he went to the grocery store and was about to pick the last package left of his favorite cookies on the aisle, when you swayed your damned hips and got the package first.

Ransom was livid. He threw the most embarrassing tantrum ever, threatening to call security on you and ruin your life, but you just laughed at his face and asked if he wanted to share. Share! How dared you?

So, you bought the cookies and gave him half. After the first bite, his mood improved and he actually asked you out on a date. It was the best night of his life.

Five years later, you were married and had a baby. You moved to a nice house in a quiet neighborhood, and even adopted a stray dog (well, he just got home from work one day and the puppy was chewing on one of his expensive shoes, while you had the widest grin he ever saw on someone's face).

Ransom loved you with all his heart. And when you gave birth to your baby daughter, he loved her beyond words.

But right now, you were set on making him miserable.

"I'm not talking about this again, Hugh." You pointed your finger at him and he flinched. You never called him by his name. "You're going and you're taking Lily with you. Her nanny is sick, and I have to work."

"But babe-"

"Not. Another. Word." You gave him one of your deadly stares, and he actually felt sorry for Lily having such a scary mother. After petting your dog's fur, you turned to Lily on the highchair and peppered her face with kisses, while she giggled. "Mommy's gonna miss you so much baby boo, you tell me if your daddy misbehave!"

Ransom tried not to roll his eyes at you. You pecked him on the lips and he pouted. Before you left the kitchen, he called you:

"Babe, don't forget your jacket. It might get cold."

You smiled at him. You knew he was upset for having to take Lily to his family's horrible get-together.

After your car left the garage, he looked at his chubby baby, wondering if he'd succeed in shielding her from the evil of his family.

Things change after having your first child. First, Ransom started saving money. No more shopping sprees for him. Then, he actually tried to get his own thing, in which he failed miserably. Seeing his struggle, his good old grandad secured him with the ownership of their publishing company (for Walt's despair). The only catch: he'd have to show to family meetings at least until Harlan Thrombey's death. 

Which was how he was stuck in this mess in the first place. 

Ransom was not stupid. He could handle these annoying game nights, dinners and whatever by provoking everyone and leaving after setting the mood for a big fight.

But bringing his baby with him?

Big no.

Well, you shared his opinion on this. You two would avoid having Lily in their company as best as you could, but some things couldn't be helped.

Your trusted nanny called in sick, and you couldn't bring Lily to work.

Ransom wanted to cry. 

He took the fussing Lily out of the baby seat and struggled to put her in the carrier attached to his front, got her pink bag on his shoulder and closed the door of the car with his feet (how you managed to do all these things so gracefully were beyond him). He got on the front porch of Harlan's home and wanted to scream. What the hell was his great-grandmother doing there, sitting alone on that chilly afternoon, with such a thin blanket covering her?

"Hey Nana, why don't we go drink some tea inside?" He offered. The small old woman nodded, in a way he new she didn't actually acknowledged him.

Fuck his family for treating Nana like she was something disposable.

Ransom took Nana's small hand on his and carried her to an armchair in the living room, where Fran was serving tea to Harlan.

Before Ransom could even say "hi" his grandfather was already up and speaking in his "baby" voice with Lily. His daughter giggled, showing her cute teeny tiny new teeth.

It was fucking cute, but the days of Lily's teething made Ransom and Y/N traumatized.

"Hi to you too, granddad." Ransom rolled his eyes, sitting across his grandfather's seat.

"Tea?" Fran offered Ransom. He thanked her, an habit you made him build. Saying "thanks", and "please", things his parents didn't bother to teach him. He wanted Lily to be better than him, and by that, he had to make himself better than whatever he was.

The first time Ransom apologized to Fran, the woman was so shocked that she broke in a fit of hysterical laughter, while Marta just blinked like she was imagining things.

Ransom took a walk with Lily still safely attached to his chest. He didn't want to admit it, but she was getting heavier and harder to carry all the times. God, after five minutes he needed to sit down on a wooden trunk to recover.

Feeling like his breath was coming to normal again, Ransom went back to the house, noticing that there were more cars parked there.

Here comes the shit show.

At the dining table, Richard's voice mixed with Walt's, like they were competing on who would talk louder. Linda absently smoked a cigarette, promptly ignoring Joni. Jacob and Meg where fighting over politics or some shit, and Donna was on her phone.

A miserable-looking Marta sat between Fran and Nana on the small couch on the corner.

And Harlan ignored the rest of them, with a glass of whiskey dancing in his hand.

"Oh, there he is! And look who is here too!" Linda beamed, putting out the cigarette. 

Ransom grimaced when his mother's nicotine smelling hand brushed against his daughter's face. Lily was so calmed before, and it broke his heart when she started crying her lungs out, like she wanted to be away from Linda's greedy presence.

Lily's crying made everyone shut up. She was born eight months ago, and they saw her only once, when Ransom and Y/N took her to Harlan's when she was a newborn. Linda and Richard tried to visit Ransom's house a few times, but they quickly grew bored of the grandparents role.

Joni, Donna and Walt couldn't really care less for baby Drysdale. Meg tried to be as nice as she could with Lily, but she was terrified of babies. As for Jacob, Ransom didn't want that little creep close to his daughter.

"Oh, Ransom, is she hungry or something?" Linda grimaced at Lily's screams. 

No, mother, she's upset because she hates you. Ransom wanted to yell at Linda's face, but he just took Lily in his arms and rocked her gently, kissing her sweaty temple and running his thumb over her tears.

"Shh, love. 'S okay, daddy's here for you. My brave little girl, everything's gonna be alright, I'm here for you." Ransom whispered gently to Lily.

Linda gulped, suddenly feeling her eyes watering. She wondered if she could go back she'd be a better mother. She doesn't remember ever holding Ransom like that, not even when he was a baby. She didn't even breastfeed him, and she and Richard never woke up in the middle of night to soothe Ransom's cries. Not when they had nannies for that. Not when they could buy their way of not giving him their time or affection.

"You're good with her, son." Richard cleared his throat, feeling the same guilt wash over him.

"Of course I'm good with my own daughter." Ransom scoffed, still rocking Lily in his arms. He lowered his head to her. "There you go, baby. Wanna hang out with auntie Marta while daddy spend some time with these assholes? Huh?"

Marta smiled a little at the snarky remark, and Ransom passed Lily to her, who was already making grabby hands for Marta.

Of course she likes the immigrant nurse, Linda bitterly thought.

"Wow, that was so cute, Ransom!" Meg complimented. "You make me think even I could be a good parent! No offense, of course."

"None taken, cousin. Having children is life changing if you're ever willing to have your own."

"Ohhh, I miss when Meg was that tiny. You were the cutest thing ever, baby." Joni took Meg's hand on her own. Donna and Walt's gaze strayed to Jacob, who smiled at them.

The memories of Linda, Neil and Walt's feet running in the house flooded Harlan's memory. How he missed them like that. How he missed his deceased son and wife. 

The atmosphere in the living room was way more harmonious, almost soothing. The Thrombey-Drysdale family was taken aback by Ransom's behavior. They never thought he'd be a good father.

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Dangerous Game (part one)

you get a new job as a federal agent for the F.O.S, and now you're stuck dealing with the reckless D.S.O agent, Leon Kennedy.

Warnings: dom/older!Leon, sub!reader, slight age gap (reader is in late 20s, up to y'all), dirty thoughts, masturbation (f and m). this one is fairly tame. kinda.

WC: 2.8k

an: hey y'all!! i'm hoping to make this into a 3 parter, felt like my idea is a lil too big for just one fic, that's why this one is probably a tad more tame compared my previous stuff. as per usual, critique, reposts and requests are welcome! enjoy <3 (minors do not interact, go touch grass.)

Working for the Field Operations Support is fairly easy, you got a nice seat at the front desk as the receptionist, you’ve worked there for a good couple of years. Nothing crazy ever happened, and everyone respected you pretty well. Especially Hunnigan. Well, Ingrid to you, Hunnigan to your coworkers. You always respected her the most, always envious of her job. You initially applied for her job, but you could take being a receptionist. You could live vicariously through her, since she seemed to like you the most in and outside of work. Hunnigan was always so sweet, giving you a pleasant smile and a morning chat whenever she’d come in for work, bringing you lunch as you two got closer. That also opened the door to lots of girl talk, mainly about how stressful the job was sometimes. Hunnigan loved her job, truly, but it came with heavy challenges. A very heavy one would be Leon Kennedy, a D.S.O agent she’s worked with for a majority of her career.

You’ve heard some of the horror stories from her about the bioweapons, insidious cults and rich white guys that try to carry on Umbrella’s work but fail miserably every time. This time seemed a bit different though, more final for her. “Honestly, the guy is an idiot sometimes. Likable, but an idiot.” You snicker at how nice she’s being for how pissed she looks, angrily sipping her coffee from the breakroom. “I think you mean he’s a lovable dumbass, but I guess that works too.” You chuckle softly, stirring sugar into your own fresh cup of coffee. “Hey, I’m serious this time. I mean, come on, I’m getting older.” Hunnigan watches as you sit down across from her, a worried expression starting to take over your features. “You really think it’s time to call it quits?” “Maybe not quitting just yet, just maybe looking over a different agent. Spots are starting to open up y’know.” Your eyebrows shoot up at that, trying to hide your excitement as you look down to sip your coffee. “Well, maybe I can take your spot? I’m pretty confident, and I’ve done all the training.” She shares your new found excitement, reaching out to put her hand over yours. “I’ll pull some strings, okay? I think we both need a change of scenery.” Her sweet smile never fails to spread to you, you can trust her. She’s been your best friend, if you’re being honest, and you’re sure she shares the same sentiment.

It didn’t take long for those strings to be pulled, and soon you were standing in front of the President and a few other important men in nice suits, watching as you shake hands and smile awkwardly. Finally, you get a briefing on the infamous federal agent you would be helping. Leon Scott Kennedy. He’s got a good reputation with everyone in the room, saying that while he may have an “eccentric” personality, he’s a hard working man, compliments all coming from the President. You heard about it from Hunnigan and a few other agents that he saved his daughter from a deathly cult, and brought it all down in the same day. You could tell from his file that he clearly worked a lot, even if he didn’t get this job on his own violation. Sucks that he was forced into his life, but it’s good that he’s making it work. Seems like a good looking guy too, at least from the small picture of him clipped to the folder.

And now you’re waiting for that good looking guy to walk into your new office, setting down a few knick-knacks you had on your previous desk. You turn your head to the sound of someone walking in, your eyes widening as they set on the man who seemed to be searching for someone. Good looking was an understatement of the century. The way his blazer fits just right on his biceps, his light brown hair and piercing gaze that just speaks "brooding loner", if you weren't at work you'd have fallen to your knees the second he made eye contact with you. You try to reel in your awe as he walks up to you, dusting off your clothes to make you look put together. "So you're my new babysitter? Y/n, right? I'm Leon Kennedy." Just the sound of his voice is enough to give you goosebumps, but your name from his lips is like a drug that gets you hooked instantly. And just like that, something flips in your brain, you are so not gonna be professional, how can you? How can anyone handle themselves around this man? You shake his hand as he extends it for you, and the feel of his rough hand from hard work sends so many dirty thoughts through your mind, like how good it would feel with his fingers on your neck, or his palm pressed against your tit, or how thick his fingers would feel inside you- chill out, play it cool.

"It's great to finally meet you, Mr. Kennedy, everyone has told me a lot about you.." You make sure to say it in a sultry tone to make it obvious how much you think he's attractive, and he sure as hell catches it. "Good things, I hope." He chuckles, giving you a sly smirk. Oh he knows. Fuck. "Oh don't worry, it's been all good things, promise. Though, I have heard that you made Hunnigan’s job a lot harder." You tease, looking him up and down and matching his sly smirk. Two can play that game. "Sure, but I get the job done, no?" The way he says it is so damn sexy you're sure he's doing what you're doing. "I'm sure you get a lot of things done with that attitude, Mr. Kennedy." You act like you're being sarcastic as you cross your arms under your chest, but you know how he could make you cum with the brush of his arm. "Only one way to find out, right?" That one makes your eyebrows raise, your smile widening as you blush slightly. "Is that an invitation?" You drop your voice slightly, leaning against the wall. The curve of your body sends a shockwave of arousal through him, and his eyes narrow on your figure. "If that's what you think I meant then by all means." He's so damn smug and it just makes you wanna sit on his face to shut him up.

"Is there anything you wanna ask me? About myself, the job?" You try to sound professional and not desperate, but you feel like it's helpless when you're looking up at him and he's so obviously checking you out, his eyes taking note of every curve on your body. Like he’s studying it for later. "I think I have a pretty good idea from Hunnigan and the President, is there anything you wanna ask me?" His question makes your eyes light up, but you don't wanna immediately ask him on a date. Classy, that's who you are to your core. "I can ask you anything I want?" "Anything." You smile smugly, lowering your hand to take his, clearly inspecting his ring finger as you bring it closer to you. "Do you have a girl? I don't see a ring on your finger." You say it in an innocent yet flirty tone that he so obviously gets turned on from, considering how he chuckles lightly as he shakes his head before taking his hand away. "So observant. I guess that comes with the job, huh? No, I'm single." Always such a tease, I guess neither of you can help that though. "Really? I have a hard time believing that." You have a faux surprised look on your face, all in the name of trying to get him to blush. You're getting close, you can feel it. "Is it? I'm an old man, what can I say." That one gets you shifting your thighs, biting your lip as you think of just how much older. What kind of experience comes with that age? "Old man, hmm? You ever thought of being with someone younger?" You step a little closer, just barely invading his personal space. "Haven't met anybody that can keep up." He says it so nonchalant, but fuck if it doesn't light a fire that spreads throughout your body. God, it's so hard not to say you could totally keep up, doesn't matter how long he'd want it. "Keep up, hmm? What, does this job give you a lot of stamina or something?" Your question makes him smile at you confidently, and it gets you oh so excited. "Well, I meant that most women don't like that I'm constantly busy, but if you wanna be dirty minded about it, be my guest." He totally stumps you, and it just makes you giggle and rest your hand on his arm, letting out a lil “my bad” before letting it slip away. You're slick, cause you honestly just touched his arm to feel how firm it was, and oh my god. Like diamonds, kind of hard. You can't imagine how fucking good it’d feel wrapped around your neck- there you go again. Snap out of it.

“You're pretty funny, you know that? I’m gonna have fun talking to you. For work, of course.” He let out a soft laugh at your flattery, loving how you tried to soften the thirstiness of your words with a joke. It's cute, you're really trying to say he's not hot. “Trust me, Hunnigan got very tired of my jokes.” You scoff, cause honestly, who could get tired of this guy? “Sorry, but she doesn't know what she's talking about, clearly you're an A class comedian.” You make it sound a little sarcastic, but he doesn't seem offended in the slightest. He loves a challenge. “Yeah? Aren't you a sweetheart? You love to flatter.” Your eyes widen a bit, resisting the urge to squeal and fan your hot face like a rabid fangirl, simply looking away to try and take a moment away from his hungry gaze. “I mean, it's hard not to, Mr. Kennedy..” You sheepishly give him that win, you’ll take it since he called you sweetheart, and in that teasing, cocky fucking tone of all things. If Cupid was real, you’d probably have a million arrows in your back right now. He parts his lips to reply, but gets cut off by his phone ringing, taking it out of his pocket to see the President calling. “Shit, I gotta take this.” He sighs, clearly wanting to keep talking to you instead. “It’s just Leon by the way, no need for formalities.” You get a smug smile again before he starts to walk back to the door of your office, walking with him to let him leave so you could wave him goodbye. “I’ll see you around, okay?” You nod, your smirk not leaving as he waits for you to say goodbye. “I’ll see you around, Mr. Kennedy~” You and your teasing, it's gonna throw him into cardiac arrest. He shares your smugness before begrudgingly answering his phone, looking back to see you waving bye at him with your dainty little hand. Like you knew he didn't wanna end the conversation.

He couldn't stop thinking about you all damn day after your little exchange, could barely focus on his briefing or look anyone in the eye. Even when he got home, knowing he had to wake up supremely early for work, he couldn't get you off his mind. You weren’t like every corporate drone the D.S.O hires, nothing like Hunnigan either. Bless the woman, but he would finally have someone to laugh at his shitty dad jokes. No wonder you got the job. You were drop dead gorgeous to him, not daring to come close to any Victoria Secret model. The way you giggle when you're nervous, how you sneak touches or how forward you are. God, it took every fiber in his body to not grab you and fuck you in a storage closet. Or against the wall? He just towers over you, he could fold you like a lawn chair and you’d take every inch. Fuck, how did his cock get in his hand? Who cares, honestly. He’s too busy spitting in his hand, too worked up to get anything better to help him jerk off. He groans, thinking of how good your soft, delicate fingers you used to wave at him would feel wrapped around his dick, whispering in his ear in that sexy voice you have. He feels chills down his spine when he remembers the way you teased him, how you didn't even say his name. Cause you didn't wanna give it to him yet, that satisfaction. Jesus, you're gonna kill him before any bioweapon does if you keep that shit up. His hand gets faster as his thoughts keep speeding forward, thinking about how good you’d sound saying his name. Not Mr. Kennedy, Leon. He has to hear it, has to hear you scream it when you cum on his cock. He needs to know how pretty you’d look when you cum, clinging to his arms, maybe even digging your nails into his back as your legs lock around his waist. So fucking hot as you beg to have him fill you up. He cums in his hand, spilling out of his palm and down his happy trail. He lets out a heavy sigh, catching his breath as he comes down from his high. He's not even close to feeling satisfied, even as he gets up to go shower again. He needs you, and he knows you feel the same. Hard part is gonna be getting you, without all the stress of what your coworkers would say.

You honestly don't stray too far from how he felt that night either. The second you closed the door to your office, you sat down and processed everything. It was a lot, seeing a man that fucking fine and not being able to drop to your knees and take his cock in your mouth. You were close to sprinting to a bathroom and taking care of the issue, maybe even slipping a hand between your legs and just testing the waters. Literally. He made you so wet, and you could feel it your entire shift, even as you walked to your car. You could only imagine how wet you’d get if he actually did anything. If he talked dirty? Him telling you to cum would make you do it on the spot, no question. Fuck, if he touched you? You’d be screaming like a damn pornstar, waking up the whole building when he slides his cock inside you. It's all you can think about when you get home, not caring to take a shower when you do. You just plop down on your bed and practically tear your clothes off, desperate for relief. Maybe that’ll save your career, fucking yourself thinking about him. So you do, pulling your nightstand drawer open the second you’re naked, taking out ol’ reliable. You can't count on your hands how many times this vibrator was there for you, it was way more reliable than your parents or therapist. Or you could be addicted to cumming, that too. But who wouldn't be? It's not your concern, especially if it's because of Leon. You wanna hear him say the most degrading, defiling, depraved shit in the world but still praise you for it, praise you for putting out so easily cause you're such a good girl. If fucking him with no hesitation makes you a slut, then you wear that badge proudly. That title feels even better when you start moaning his name, your toy hitting that sweet spot which makes you move your hand faster, needing to cum so damn bad. It feels so dirty in the best way possible, thinking of how firm his thighs would feel under your hands as you grip them tighter every time he shoves his cock further down your throat. You can’t imagine how fucking hot it’d be to hear him order you to grind your wet cunt on his boot, holding your hair so hard that you can’t help but push your nose against his pelvis, making your clit nudge against his boot again. Hearing that cocky son of a bitch tell you to cum would be like the devil coaxing you to join him down in hell, too sinful to imagine without having the real thing. It doesn't stop you from cumming on your toy, whining as your legs shake, turning it off as you heave out breaths. You’re fine if you think about him every night, it's good material for your shower thoughts. You’re more excited for his upcoming mission, making you all giddy as you get ready for bed. You're gonna be insufferable. Lucky Leon~

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I'll Always Wait For You (18+)

Armando Aretas x f/Reader

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings. Smut. Unprotected sex. P in v. Creampie

Requested by @thedarkworldofhananerea . I hope you like it. Sort of made it part 2 to In love with an inmate

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I knew it was risky going to see her, but I knew I had to see her. The beginning of our relationship was anything but ordinary. Me saving her during a prison riot, and her just thanking me in a multitude of ways.

But even before all that went down, I found her extremely attractive. I would always be watching her, whenever I was near her. I couldn't help myself.

I still remember the last time I held her in my arms. It was after I was attacked in the prison yard.

I could tell how worried she was as I was looked over by the prison medical staff, but she stayed back, doing her job.

Once I was good to go, she was putting the handcuffs on me so I could walk to solitary confinement, as that is the only safe place for me apparently.

We were left alone, and even with cameras there, she still touched my elbow far longer than she should have.

"Are you sure you are okay?" I could tell by her tone of voice that she was scared.

"Querida, I am fine. If I wasn't, I would be telling you." She nodded her head once, and the two of us left, us walking down the hallway in silence and then I found myself in a cupboard.

I started to question her, but she placed a finger against my lips. "Camera in the hallway is broken. I checked before I had to come to you."

With my cuffed hands, I pulled her close to me and kissed her, instantly relaxing at just holding her, and she melted into me.

"Please be safe Armando." She told me, as she pulled back and looked at me in the eyes. At that moment, I became even more concerned, not for myself, but for her.

Whoever is after me, if they know about her, will go after her. Just the thought of something happening to her because of me, had me pulling her closer towards my body. I didn't voice my concern, as I didn't want to worry her even more.

When Mike and Marcus came and got me, she wasn't working that day, and I know she is probably worried sick about me.

I didn't have her number, I didn't have her address, but I knew someone who could help me with that.

I got a burner, and got in touch with Dorn. At first he questioned why.

"My girl. She moved while I was in prison and I wasn't allowed any visitors except for Mike and Marcus." Dorn gave me a skeptical look, but text me back her information as soon as he had it.

And now I am looking at the condo she lives in. It was nice, but I am just wondering how the hell I get in.

At that moment, two people left the building, and I pulled my hat further down my head, turning my head slightly as not to be recognized.

I took the elevator to her floor, making sure not to look up at the camera that was in the top-left hand corner.

I found her door, and raised my hand, ready to know, when I heard the ding of the second elevator. I didn't look at the person, but I could hear them slow down.

I took a chance, and looked at them out of the corner of my eye.

There she was, standing there with her hands covering her mouth, with tears streaming down her face.

"Hello Querida." Was all I needed to say as she closed the gap between us, kissing me, hard. Her hand cupped my cheek and I gripped her hips, pulling her closer to me.

She started to deepen the kiss, and I was about push her back against her door, when the elevator dinged, signalling that someone was getting off. That brought us back down to earth.

"Let's take this inside." I told her, and she quickly nodded her head, as she opened her door.

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I couldn't keep my hands off of her.

Not when we walked through her place, the two of us practically ripping each other's clothes off.

There was no rush this time. It felt like we had all the time in the world, as I gently pushed her on her back kneeling on the ground at the edge of her bed, gripping her legs and pulling her down the bed.

Placing her legs over my shoulders, making her giggle, which turned into a squeal as gave her pussy one long lick, groaning at the taste of her.

Her hands went to the top of my head, gripping my hair as I started to eat her out like she was last meal.

Her back arched off the bed, my name falling from her lips. One hard tug of my hair, had me groaning against her pussy.

"Armando, baby, I need you." She cried out, pulling on my hair to force my mouth away from her pussy. I knew my chin was covered in her juices, and I didn't care. I never cared as I knew how to take care of my woman.

"Please." How could I resist that?

I kissed my way up her body, kissing every inch of skin I could.

I reached between our two bodies and gripped my cock, and placed it at the entrance to her pussy.

I kissed her as I slowly slid in, the two of us moaning into the kiss. She felt like heaven. As I bottomed out, my eyes screwed shut as I didn't move, just savouring the feeling of feeling her warmth around my cock.

"Come back to me, Armando." She softly said to me as I forced my eyes open to look down at her as I pulled my hips back until only just the tip was inside of her, and then I slammed back in. Her mouth fell open in a silent moan.

I leaned forward on my elbows, which were on either side of her head, kissing her, and muttering sweet words about how much I missed her. How much I love her.

This became all too much for her as she wrapped her arms around my back, trying to pull me closer as she came. I fucked her through her orgasm.

I couldn't hold back any longer. I tried to hold back, wanting this to last longer, but with a shout of her name, I stilled and came inside her pussy, which triggered a small orgasm for her.

I collapsed on the bed next to her, pulling her into my arms, as this is the proper first cuddle we have ever got to do.

"You had me worried Armando." She said as she looked up at me. I kissed her forehead, muttering how sorry I was.

"I didn't mean to make you worry. I am glad you are safe as that was my main concern when I was gone." I told her.

"You are still a wanted man, Armando." She pointed out.

"I know. I will just lay low for a bit until I can figure something out."

"Are you going to leave me?" She asked me, quietly.

"Where ever I go, I want you to come with me. I can not imagine leaving you behind. You have waited long enough for me."

"I will always wait for you, but wherever you go, I will go." She kissed me, and I kissed her back, not believing that this woman is willing to give up her life to be on the run with me.

"I love you." I told her once we broke the kiss.

"And I love you, Armando."

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Disillusioned 10 . Nothing More, Nothing Less (3)

a/n: idk which of my blood conditions is acting like a btch but my legs are weak so sitting on a chair is uncomfortable but placing my laptop on my lap is also uncomfortable...

tags: injuries, hiding said injuries, feelings in progress

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"_____ remember that I have told you that you must work hard while you're under my care?"

"Of course Cale-sunbae, has the time come for me to earn my keep?"

"I like that attitude of yours. Yes, you must pay for your meals now. It is time to save some poor souls once again."

Cale looked uncharacteristically holy. It made the healer wonder if they were actually going to heal people or scam them.

Against _____’s worries, they were really out to heal people. The soldiers of the Whipper Kingdom specifically.

“Just do it how you used to back in our kingdom, but don’t overdo it. I know you prefer working alone as you were used to that, but remember that Rosalyn and Choi Han are at your disposal”

Was what Cale said as everyone prepared their disguises and potions. _____ didn’t need a disguise as their outside outfit already covered everything that could become an identifier. They just chose a colour that matched everyone else’s robes.

True to Cale’s words Choi Han and Rosalyn were keeping an eye out for _____. The two gave the healer space so they could work comfortably but still glanced at them from time to time despite being busy assisting Cage and Jack.

For good measure, the young master also made _____ carry many healing potions.

“Use this if the patient’s wounds are too severe, if you start to feel tired, or when you have too many wounds. Actually, just use them whenever you please. We have lots of potions at our disposal so just use them all.”

Most of the group’s worries disappeared the moment the healer started working.

None of them has seen _____ in action so this was a new sight for them. Sure there was the time during the plaza incident but their focus was on Cale at the time.

_____ looks like fish in water.

Everyone is suddenly reminded why they were dubbed Roan Kingdom’s Medicus.

They know how to approach each patient. How to console them and make them relax. Even the grouchiest of warriors relax under _____’s care. 

They know the most efficient way to heal every patient. When to use their healing powers. When to use potions and/or bandages instead. When to pass them on to the other healers. What herbs to use and what is the most efficient way of intaking them.

Aside from healing warriors and soldiers, _____ has also taken it upon themself to replenish everyone’s energies. Especially Jack and Cage who are at the vanguard of this operation. At first Rosalyn and Choi Han were against it (Cale too but he was busy playing Saint so he left it to the two). _____ assured them by explaining that their ancient power won’t make them faint nor does it take away their own energy.

Cale took personal offence to that, but anyway.

It’s obvious that they have a lot of experience healing a large number of people with varying severities of wounds.

Rosalyn finds that fact bittersweet.

She’s proud because while Jack might’ve stolen the show with his holy powers, everyone can vouch that _____ is the most efficient. Rosalyn could hear people gossiping about how _____ makes everything look smooth and easy. It didn’t even look like they were breaking a sweat.

On the other hand, Rosalyn is sad because it reminds her of _____’s upbringing. It reminds her that instead of playing outside or studying, _____ was busy healing people at such a young age. Instead of going to sleep after drinking a warm glass of milk or being told bedtime stories, _____ has to sleep while writhing in pain because of all the things their body has absorbed.

It made Rosalyn’s resolve to look after _____ stronger.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t there to just play assistant. She has another mission she must complete with Cale, Choi Han, and Raon.

So whether Rosalyn liked it or not she must leave _____’s side.

Well, the other two disguised priests are with them and know that _____ is weak so everything should be fine right?

Tough. Luck.

The two may have known about _____’s constitution but they didn’t know how the Medicus’ power works. 

“Human you told them to watch over kind _____, but did you tell them to not let them heal severe wounds?”

Shit

Cale didn’t…

An honest mistake on Cale’s end. 

Cale and others like Raon and Rosalyn already know the tell-tale signs of _____ overusing their powers. They were so used to knowing what the slightest twitch in _____’s hands meant that they forgot others didn’t.

Raon had asked when they were in the middle of riling up the empire’s troops so there was nothing Cale could do at the moment except try to move faster.

“Where’s healer-nim?[1]”

Cale’s calm demeanour and voice were betrayed by his eyes. His eyes, that's currently dyed blue, shook slightly. It may have been a small movement but it was enough to tell Cage just how worried the young master is.

“We managed to get a break this afternoon, as soon as we did healer-nim said they were going to rest for a while. We tried to get them to eat but they said they were too tired.”

Jack followed Cage’s report.

“Following what the young master-nim said about limiting information about healer-nim we have only informed Harol about them being weak so they could get a comfortable tent. We didn’t specify anything other than that. Cage-nim also made sure to inform them that they must have your permission to enter that tent.”

The man whose hair is currently dyed white nodded in approval. However, there’s a frown on his face.

"Haaa how could I forget such an important thing..."

Cale accidentally let out his real thoughts.

Ignoring the look on the two ‘priests’ faces, Cale starts walking to where _____’s tent is.

"What kind of injuries were they healing since this morning- no just give me a list of the severe wounds you saw them treating"

"The last person they treated had a big wound on their abdomen. Just before that, they had a patient who was stabbed near the lungs…”

Huuuu

Cale said nothing else but moved faster. The two confused priests silently followed the even more agitated young master.

When they got to the tent Cale and the invisible Raon were the only ones who entered. The white-haired man told the two healers to go back and rest for the meantime.

How could they when they could smell the stench of blood from outside _____’s tent?

Despite the foul stench, there are no signs of blood inside.

That made Cale’s frown deeper because it meant _____ knew this would happen and was prepared in advance.

Then he sees _____ on a chair instead of on the bed like how Cage and Jack left them.

“What is an injured person doing slumped over like that on an uncomfortable chair?”

“Ahaha Cale-sunbae, I- haaa, I heard a commotion outside so I went out for a bit. Don’t worry I went back in as soon as you finished putting out the fire.”

It was the truth. _____ couldn’t help but watch Cale’s magnificent performance that they forgot about their condition for a little bit. 

They also felt a warm and fuzzy feeling in their chest. They didn't quite understand what it was because it was the first time they felt that way. So they chalked it up as feelings of admiration.

Nothing more, nothing less.

But back to the present. 

“Stop speaking, you can barely breathe.”

The healer only laughed weakly before passing out. When they did Cale sighed heavily before poking his head out of the tent.

“Since the two of you are still here help me move healer-nim to the bed. But you really must leave afterwards. We must have healers on standby in case something happens.”

Once everyone but Raon was outside the room Cale started unbuttoning _____’s priest robes.

“Human! What are you doing!? You’re supposed to be making _____ better-”

The panicking dragon who forgot to use telepathy stopped in his tracks when he saw what was underneath those robes.

As Cale suspected there was another layer of clothes and then bandages underneath. Both were soaked in blood.

“Technically you absorb other people’s wounds, right? How come there hasn’t been an issue of you randomly bleeding?”

It was one of those days when Cale and _____ were rolling around on the villa’s marble floors. They were talking about whatever comes to mind.

“My adoptive family was kind enough to always give me a heads up before making me do large projects. It gave me time to prepare.”

“What kind of preparation do you do?”

“I usually wear bandages in advance, if I think there’s going to be a lot of people or at least a lot of heavily wounded ones I wear extra layers of clothing. Aside from that, I have also taken it upon myself to use potions when the person I’m healing has a wound on their face. It would be bad if someone saw me randomly manifesting a wound, especially children, it would scare them…”

For the nth time, Cale sighed as he pushed the memory aside. He can reminisce after treating the healer.

As Cale poured the high-grade potions on _____ Raon started asking why he didn’t just ask Cage or Jack to heal them. It would more be faster and efficient.

Cale ignored the dragon. Because honestly, he has no answer.

He just knows that he feels iffy at the idea of letting someone else heal _____ after they’ve been healing everyone else since yesterday.

He didn’t know why he felt that way so he stayed silent.

Cale only spoke up again to ask Raon to use magic to clean up the traces of blood.

That night, the man decided to stay beside the healer. Rosalyn and Choi Han can cover for him in case something happens.

He's going to stay in this tent until _____ feels better and that’s final.

Cale knows his acting irrational. He knows that _____ is going to be fine. His eyes witness how fast their wounds close. He committed it to memory.

But still.

He feels inclined to stay by their side. At least while the healer was unconscious.

Maybe it was because he personally asked them to join him. Maybe because he feels responsible for their well-being. 

Yeah, it’s just responsibility.

Nothing more, nothing less.

And so Cale dismisses his lingering thoughts. Those thoughts will only hinder him and his plans. He has better things to do than dwell on feelings his unsure of.

Fortunately, the next morning _____ was feeling better. They were back to their usual self as if the copious amount of blood the two witnessed last night was a lie.

“No, I won’t allow you to go out there. Jack and Cage can handle it. You go back and rest.”

Rosalyn is not having it.

And honestly, Cale agrees.

Despite them feeling much better this morning, it’s so obvious to Cale that _____ is still sick. Their face are pale and their hands tremble ever so slightly.

It may not be obvious to other people but it’s clear as day to Cale.

“Rosalyn is right, go back to your tent and rest.”

“I’m fine really. This is actually less than the burden I usually take.”

The three humans sighed at that.

The four argued a bit more. A 3v1 but _____ is holding their ground, and it's making all of them frustrated. Despite their efforts, the healer is insistent on going back to work.

“If I help then we’ll get things done faster. If we get things done faster then the sooner I can rest. If I don’t help then we’ll be here longer and I won’t be able to rest properly because I’ll worry too much.”

That was the argument that let _____ go back to work.

Of course not without Cale saying that his going to order Choi Han to drag them back to bed if he sees anything wrong.

In the end, the matter was dismissed, and _____ went on their merry way to heal more patients.

If Jack and Cage noticed the four, if you include Raon, watching _____’s every move like a hawk then they didn’t mention anything.

Cale still feels tense at the idea of letting the already injured healer work and absorb more wounds. Even after he made sure that _____ would only take care of minor wounds he still feels iffy. 

However, he let it go for the time being.

Because they indeed need the extra set of hands. 

It’s totally not because he thinks _____ looks good when they are happy and basking in that well-deserved praise they receive.

He just agrees that things here should wrap up quickly.

Nothing more, nothing less.

The next day they did everything they needed to do and were on their merry way back home.

When they were away from everyone else _____ couldn't help but listen to Cage's joking comment about Cale.

"Young master-nim, I think you'll make a great Pope in the future."

_____ could see Jack nodding his head as he looked towards Cale with sparkling eyes.

"She is right. Even if you do not have any divine powers, you are a warm person who has the purest of minds, Cale-nim. You definitely have what it takes to be a great Pope that looks after the believers of god. 'Not discriminating on life.' I learned something new again."

At that moment _____ couldn't hold it in and let out a hearty but soft laugh. Their soft laughter played like music in everyone's ears. The four people who have been with the healer these past months had a momentary look of shock on their faces. 

This was the first time the group had seen them smile that big, let alone laugh. Most of the time they would be lucky if they could see a small, almost non-existent smile on their lips.

After a few seconds, the shock turned into confusion as they didn't know why _____ was laughing. 

Well everyone but Cale.

Cale knew the reason for the healer's laughter. He’s pretty sure the healer is laughing at him because being a Pope would get in the way of his slacker life. 

Yes, Cale had also told them about how he is currently working towards a life of forever lounging around and doing nothing. 

Cale just ignored everyone's confused faces and ordered Raon to bring them home. 

Aside from Cale himself, no one missed the soft smile forming on his lips.

[1] reader is famous, that and Toonka don't know their real identity so they avoid saying the reader's name by referring to them as healer

[mamirhodessxox]

Hey There Delilah

Cody Rhodes x Fem OC! Reader

(Delilah Jones)

Storyline: Delilah was born and raised by the beach in L.A and grew up in a home where her parents expected her to go to Harvard & become a well known woman who marry’s a man who is a lawyer after high school. But that’s not what she wanted, She always wanted to own a boutique/flower shop & she did, once her parents discovered she wouldn’t attend college they left her to fend for herself but allowed her little sister Kinsley to visit or sleep over whenever, Her little sister always had an eye for WWE but Delilah never understood why but little did either of them know one of Delilah’s customers would become well acquainted. (Creds to @alyyaanna for helping me w the storyline)

Contents: Toxic parents, Angst, Fluff, Smut in later chapters, Based in May 2023, Alcohol, Violence.

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Delilah was a very simple girl, throughout her Highschool years before her parents forced her to leave she saved up enough money to own a boutique & Flower shop right under her little apartment right by the beach, She always loved the ocean & it was a dream come true when she noticed she would see it throughout the shop & apartments windows every day.

Since the day her dream came true her Little Sister Kinsley would ride her bike to the shop everyday after school to either hang out or sleepover, Kinsley was an interesting girl, she was 10 pushing 11 & was into 80’s summer music & most of all WWE. Delilah never understood the hype with WWE since it just seemed like a violent thing to watch but at the same time she would find the trash talking aspect interesting.

Delilah on the other hand was a book worm, no matter what she had a book shoved in her face, she loved sewing & making clothes & even had a green thumb, her parents always think that was dumb but they soon came to realization once she moved out she was still alive & well.

It was around 2:30 PM, Delilah just finished planting a few little flower seeds already excited to see them flourish, She knew Kinsley would be on her way soon so she quickly went upstairs and entered her apartment and made her little sister a sandwich before hustling back down & setting it next to the cash register while scampering towards the boutique side humming & just like that Kinsley walked through the door groaning with exhaustion “Hey ley! I made you a ham sandwich, it’s on the counter, how was school?” She smiled amusingly as her sister shrugged sluggishly and bit into her lunch.

“It was so BORING, the only thing I like about this dumb private school is my friends & that’s IT!” Delilah laughed while sewing up a new top “Nobody said school was gonna be fun, why don’t you sit there work on your homework & by 3:30 i’ll close down the shop & we can walk around the pier sound good?” Her sister held s thumbs up & immediately got to work.

An hour passed by & Kinsley just finished her math homework while Delilah stood outside sweeping and flipping the Open sign to “Closed.” Just as she was about to go back inside she heard someone continuously shout out “WAIT” and soon ran towards the door crouching a hit trying to catch his breath while Delilah seems concerned “Oh my god?! Are you okay should I call 91-“ he shook his head standing up and taking a deep breath “flower, need, Please, Any flower.” She furrowed her brows until he grabbed a random pre wrapped bouquet “Please just left me buy these” he smile nervously.

She smiled back & opened the door letting him in to pay & her little sister snorted water out from her nose before running off upstairs while she started ringing him up, He hated awkward silence “That your daughter?” Delilah snickered shaking her head “God no, That’s my little sister.” He hummed shoving 4 20 dollar bills in her tip jar before she announced the price “5 dollars & 20 cents!” He happily obliged and gave her the amount needed “You grow these yourself?” She smiled proudly while nodding her head “Oh! Yes! I make a lot of my own stuff here! I grow flowers, Succulents, I make cute clothes an- I’m talking to much sorry! I got excited!” She smiled as she took a small gasp as she ran out of breath while he let out a light chuckle, he could tell she wasn’t aware at all of who he was which was very humbling and also relieving, she just seemed like a sweet doll who could talk about her proud little flowers all day.

“Well, thank you for going out of your way to let me buy this really quick, I’lll get out of your hair & let you close down. I’ll be sure to visit more often.” He flashes a smile & soon walks out just as her sister returns “Do you not know who that was??!” Lilah turned around and shook her head “No..? Who was that?” she questioned while grabbing her little tote bag & wallet while her sister started going “That was the nightmare guy from WWE! You should know this!” Lilah laughed and held her little sisters hand before walking out of the store to walk around the pier.

It was super crowded out but that was to be expected. Summer break was a week away from starting, the two shared a bowl of mac and cheese from a food truck sitting somewhere “Do you think mom & dad will ever let you come back?” Kinsley asked while Lilah sighed shrugging “I dunno, our relationship is very complicated ley, I don’t want my experience with mom and dad to personally affect yours but if they’re being out of line I’ll go out of my way to keep you with me. You just need to say the word, kay?” Her little sister smiled and nodded her head.

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The next day Ley was still at school while Delilah sat in the shop with the AC on with her hair up in a bun due to the heat while she read a Book behind the register and heard the door open along with the bell ontop ring. So she put her bookmark in between the pages & set it down while noticing the guy from yesterday made another visit “Oh hi!” She chirped out smiling “Hey, Wanted to stop by and see the shop when it’s actually open.” He chuckled and walked around before pointing at the sweaters and tops “You made these?” She nodded “all sewn by me.” She smiled while he hummed and pointed at one of her dresses hanging “That’s really good, when did you start making clothes?” She shrugged at his question

“I was by myself in Highschool and decided to put that free time to my advantage everyday after school. Saved up for a sewing kit and machine.” She smiled while he looked around and noticed her little sister walked in and noticed her face drop “She okay?” He asked in a concerned tone while Delilah smiled in amusement “Yeah she’s just-“ “Holy shit your Cody Rhodes.” Lilah looked over at her sister “Kinsley! Language.” She furrowed her brows while her little sister apologized when Lilas started talking “She really likes WWE” Cody chuckled shoving his hands in her pockets “Yeah? What about you?” Lilah smiled “I’ve never watched it before, wasn’t my kind of thing y’know?” He hummed in understanding & looked around “I’ve gotta ask, i saw little cross in the corner, are you a church girl?” She laughed while her little sister went into the back to get herself lunch “To a certain degree, I go to church mainly for my little sister but I’m still saving myself.” He nodded “Well that’s good sweetheart, y’know I think I might just visit here everyday, Is it alright if I get your number?” Lilah turned her head as Kinsley screamed from the back before trading numbers with him.

“She’ll be alright.”

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Me: has all archons

Also me: uses their children and Kazuha (+Barbara as healer)

Man, listening to Xiao and Scara talking is funny, meanwhile Kazuha and Barbara just chillin'

Idk why I'm sending this, just why not :>

Plus it light be a sagau idea? I'm not sure

Hello btw! How was your day? Has something new/good happened? Stay hydrated and don't forget to rest <3

When you first sent this I had a really bad day. Reading the end part made me smile again, so, thank you! Also, I decided to keep it a bit more general otherwise I was stuck with the teamcomp requests XD

"Not using the Archons"

Venti is one with the wind. Wherever the wind blows, he follows.

From Mondstadt all the way to Inazuma and beyond, he watches the traveler save multiple nations.

He's a bit sad you can't take him with you on these adventures, but then again, he would never chain you down with guilt for not taking him.

But that doesn't mean he can't force his way through the code when you pull a single wish on his banner!

"Even one adventure is enough for me! Now, dear Creator, won't you sing me a song from your world?"

Zhongli is content. Content with watching you from afar, and content with the time he has spent with you in the past.

He has lived a long life and he's happy to see more and more vision users get blessed with your presence, even when he himself isn't included.

He'd probably invite the traveler to Liyue and ask them to do more quests for him instead.

That way he can still greet you once every while.

Has tried to send you osmanthus wine as his birthday offering multiple times but each time it seems to get rejected. Do you really prefer flowers nowadays?

"Everything changes, time spares no one, but you still look as radiant as ever, dear Creator."

Ei has been alone for what seems forever now. She wasn't the original electro Archon, so she understands. But still.

She wishes she could talk to you just once.

You could be the only person who understands her pain, the only person she could talk with about the past, the only person she can be weak around.

But that's not how people are blessed.

Only the strongest of the vision users catch your gaze, and thus she'll have to become stronger until one day she can hear your laughter wash away her sorrows.

"It's taken me everything I had to get here. But I won't have to be alone by your side, dear Creator."

Nahida is a dreamer. She has all the knowledge of the world but she still wants to learn how to 'walk' amongst the people as you do.

Whenever she sees a "blessed one" run by, she smiles.

She wonders how you're doing and hopes she can one day ask you herself.

You're registered in Irminsul, but not in the same way as everyone else. A lot of information is missing and the tree of knowledge really makes you seem like a deity that's out of reach for anyone.

Still, Nahida is a dreamer.

And each night she dreams that she'll be blessed.

"Oh? It's you dear Creator! I've been waiting for you for a while now. Please sit, I know a few good stories about Teyvat."

© intothegenshinworld. Do not copy, repost, translate or take heavy inspiration from my content. Thanks for reading.

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12 . . . main story

— this translation may not be 100% accurate or may contain creative liberties. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don’t repost or claim these as your own!

— cw: mentions of mental breakdowns, neglect, grooming (?), non-consensual touching, attempted child sexual assault, murder, suicide.

Alfons: To be clear, I don’t mind if you want to run away now? I imagine this is rather hard on your fragile, glass-like heart?

Kate: ...Not at all.

(I haven’t yet heard, what I want to know.)

I shook my head firmly and looked determinedly at Alfons.

His smile widened.

Alfons: ——Well then, I will continue.

A: After Elbie’s mother had took her own life, it was a maid who had discovered the body after entering the room.

A: And his father had cried his heart out.

A: Anyhow, the one who had driven his beloved wife to take her own life, was none other than his birth son…

A: …or at least, he thought he was his real son, when in reality he was born from a man who violated his beloved.

A: It must have been an unimaginable crucible of anguish for them.

—— Elbert’s POV ——

Maid: Kyaaa!! Someone… Anyone, come here! My Lady has, she has…!!!

The maid’s shouts could be heard from Mother’s room.

The memories of what had happened that day still remained extremely vague, even in my dreams.

What I could clearly remember, though, was the sight of my father, who was normally gentle and kind, now in a haggard, worn out state.

That, and how he, too, grew to look at me with the same look of fear and hatred that Mother had.

After that, the portrait of Mother that he had loved so much, was painted over in black.

Just by being by his side, Father would break down crying where he was.

And, as if he had gone mad, he would shake his head and shout.

Hugh: AAAH!!

Elbert: Father! Father, are you alri—

Hugh: Stay, stay away from me…!!

H: Please, don’t come close to me… whenever you’re by my side, I feel like I’ll go crazy!!

Father’s eyes were frightened, as if he were looking at a monster.

Whenever I was at his side nearly every day, he would let out screams that surprised the entire manor, to the point his throat became worn out.

—— Kate’s POV ——

Alfons: Eventually, Elbie said—

A: That could have happened because of his ability to ‘make one relive their saddest memory.’

A: Over, and over again, he might have been showing his father the image of his mother’s corpse. 

A: And it was only after joining Crown and learning of his ability that he realized this, much, much later.

(He means that, without knowing his own ability, Lord Elbert stepped on his father’s shadow, forcing him to relive that memory…?)

It was not unreasonable. But…

(When I think about how much Lord Elbert’s heart must have hurt after learning the truth much later,)

a sadness inside was stuck up in my throat, with no way to let it out.

Alfons: Elbie came to naturally stay out of his father’s sight completely.

A: While he had the heart of a child, it was to protect his father. If he didn’t get close to him, then perhaps his father wouldn’t be sad…

A: It seemed that the ‘comfort’ from the butlers and maids started around then. 

Kate: …

My heart beat with a bad feeling.

I could hear my blood pumping through my veins, and that overlapped with Alfons’ voice.

Alfons: Perhaps, at first their intentions were wholeheartedly good…

A: They eventually ended up gathering around his bedside, surrounding Elbie’s lonely, sleeping figure.

A: ‘You must be so sad, and so lonely. But I will save you,’ they said.

A: With gentle smiles on their faces, almost as if they were singing a lullaby—

—— Elbert’s POV ——

On nights when the wind would hit the window in an uncanny way, and on quiet nights when the moon was pretty,

every night, the shadows of several adults would become longer.

Elbert: Stop it… please, I don’t like this… don’t touch me…

Jeffrey: We love you so much, anyone would want to touch you. And because they want to love you, they embrace you.

Jeffrey, while murmuring of ‘love,’ stood behind the adults who were touching my body and stared at me the entire time.

Jeffrey: Your parents were unable to love you, and so we will love you in their stead.

Elbert: …Love…?

Jeffrey: Just how much does your sad and sorrowful, yet beautiful appearance… stir up the hearts of everyone in the manor?

J: You are sorrowful, beautiful… and pitiable, Lord Elbert.

(This… is love?)

I felt uncomfortable, and I grew more fearful.

But, it was true that Jeffrey, and the people who were touching me, didn’t stare at me like Mother had with caterpillars.

(Maybe, I’m the strange one, for not feeling happy about this?)

I didn’t know. But, I had a feeling that I must not go against them.

As the days passed by, the places they touched me changed.

I felt sick, as if I was going to vomit. And the next thing I knew, I started to feel fearful, unpleasant, and paralyzed.

It was probably that I was dirty, because I was someone born from a sin.

But even so, they said that I was beautiful. I was beautiful, and so they loved me.

(If I become more beautiful, then maybe Father will smile again.)

(He might forgive Mother, and… he might forgive me.)

(——I might be able to stay by his side, without making him sad.)

—— Kate’s POV ——

The moon was overshadowed, and within the darkness that resembled an abyss of despair, Alfons narrowed his eyes, as if yearning for something or someone.

Alfons: The final incident happened with a certain doctor.

A: That doctor would do regular examinations on Elbie’s father, after his mother’s death.

A: One day, while doing an examination on Elbie, the doctor invited him to this study,

A: and attempted the same thing that his mother had gone through, to him.

Kate: …

(That’s too cruel…)

At that time, as if being possessed, Lord Elbert’s fingertips were trembling with small and repeated movements.

Alfons: Sadly, beauty brings out the most nauseating desires.

A: I’ll spare you the details on why I was there.

A: But, I did meet him here, right after he had stabbed the doctor with a pair of scissors.

A: What do you suppose he said to me then?

Kate: ...What...?

Alfons: While covered in blood,

——’Am I beautiful now?’ he asked.

Kate: A-and how did you answer?

Alfons: I answered with the words he wanted to hear. As for what that entails... I will leave that up to your imagination.

Alfons’ complexion didn’t change as he shrugged his shoulders.

Alfons: Elbie ran to his father’s room, still covered in blood.

A: It was several minutes after that when, in front of Elbie’s eyes, his father held up a gun... and pointed it to his own head.

Kate: !? But why...

Alfons: Who knows... that is beyond what I know.

A: In the end, though, his perception of beauty had not saved anyone... is what I do know.

A: Well, how was it? This is his ‘sin.’

The curtain lowered on the story so quickly, I looked at Alfons in astonishment.

Kate: I, don’t know...

Alfons: Oh? I’m not sure I can provide a thoughtful explanation... but what is it?

At Alfons’ words, the emotions I kept bottled up were pushed out like a surging wave.

Kate: What... what is Lord Elbert’s sin?

K: Are you telling me his sin was somewhere in that!?

I raised my voice without thinking, and I heard a light laugh in response.

Alfons: The fact that he wasn’t born ‘beautiful.’

Kate: ...?

Alfons: That is what stole his parents’ love from him, and destroyed his happiness...

A: ...and made them sad to the point they wished for death.

Kate: But that... that isn’t Lord Elbert’s sin...!!

Alfons: The objective truth and the subjective one differ from time to time.

A: At present, Elbie is repeating his meaningless atonement.

A: The more happiness he feels, the more he acts on guilt, and he continues to collect beautiful things for those who have already passed.

Kate: —!

Why Lord Elbert so drawn to beautiful things.

And why Lord Elbert didn’t show any interest toward any of the things he collects.

And why he protected me from seeing something scary the night we met.

At that moment, the reason that had seemed obvious but I was unable to grasp connected with a single line.

(That’s too much...)

—— Flashback ——

Elbert: It’s okay if you don’t see it.

E: ...Because, sad memories can easily kill you.

—— End flashback ——

—— Flashback ——

K: Can I ask why, didn’t you resist?

Elbert: ......I’m used to it. And...

E: With that distance, one careless move and... I would have stepped into their shadows.

E: I don’t want to do that to them.

—— End flashback ——

Lord Elbert hated making others sad.

(That’s because his parents’ sadness had cut their lives short...)

(And he was scared that other people like myself would end up knowing that sadness.)

That is surely the kindness Lord Elbert possesses, without a doubt. And...

...as if to prove that his past was haunting him even now, it messed with his heart.

Kate: Why... doesn’t anyone protect him?

K: It’s not just his appearance... Lord Elbert’s heart is also beautiful, and he is a kind person.

Alfons: That’s because Elbie keeps those who try to protect him at a distance.

A: He doesn’t wish to be protected. To him, he feels he should accept the suffering as punishment.

Kate: What about you, though? Aren’t you by his side...

Alfons: And the reason why is because I don’t try to save him, nor do I try to judge him.

A: To him, I am simply a convenient existence.

A: And it’s the same for me. When I’m with him, it’s convenient for me as well. Even if he is slightly troublesome with his habit of collecting and self-harm.

His words were so logical, it was almost revolting, and they seemed to chase me down.

(But, I can’t get mad at Alfons. Doing so won’t change anything...)

Even as I tried to calm myself, though, my head was still wild, showing no signs of calming.

Alfons: It is as you say — Elbie is ‘kind.’

A: After all, the act of ‘having you’ will give him the most pain and suffering, I reckon.

A: ...It is as he wishes, yes?

(If I become Lord Elbert’s...)

Instead of getting the pain and suffering that he so wishes for, what will he end up losing?

Alfons: This is why I said not to dig too deep... you really are foolish, aren’t you.

A: If you really don’t want to hurt Elbie, as you say, the best way to do that is to make him forget his obsession with you.

A: If you need assistance with putting distance between you two, I can help with that.

After listening to Alfons’ story, I felt even more strongly that there was no way I could put distance between him and me.

(Because... I...)

I couldn’t help but feel that he was too kind — and I found that hopelessly endearing.

Kate: Even if I distance myself from him because I don’t want to hurt him...

K: Lord Elbert will simply repeat what he’s been doing, and continuing hurting himself, right?

K: I... don’t want him to hurt himself further.

K: I will stay with him, by his side.

K: And... I will think about a way so that Lord Elbert doesn’t have to hurt himself.

Alfons: When you came to find me, I did have an inkling... so it’s like this.

Alfons said in a small voice.

I could hear a faint sadness in his tone,

but when he raised his head, his usual shady smile played on his lips.

Alfons: ...Well, do as you wish. However...

A: Do not take his obsession toward things he ‘wants’ lightly — let me just leave it at that.

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You are my only love - Part 1

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Fem Reader Summary: That life's fate wasn't meant for both of you but the this did! WORD COUNT:1.4k Setting: Modern World and The 80s

A reincarnation au fic. Hello Everyone this is my first fic on Tumblr and there will be mistakes, so forgive Updates won't be frequent will be updated at any time English is not my first language Do not repost Feel free to reblog and let me know your thoughts

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They say we somehow always meet in the next life and this was the same thing with Steve Rogers and Y/N L/N a tale of tragic love but a tale of love that becomes one of the best things ever happened to them.

Sweetheart, I will always be with you

You are my only love

Present

You woke up from your nightmarish dream again. And it has happened daily since you were 10 years old at first your parents consoled you but when it started increasing whenever you took a nap they decided to take you to therapy and yet still the therapist couldn't help. The scream of the deep blue eyes which felt familiar looking concerned at you and then blood pooling down from both of your bodies.

It made you feel real that the person's sinister eyes held a great obsession for you, whereas this blue-eyed man held a deep love for you. Sighing you got up from the bed rubbing your eyes.

"Why does this happen to me?"

You entered the kitchen taking a glass of water taking a sip of it.

"Are you okay there?" Natalie your roommate was sitting on the sofa watching her late-night show.

You whipped your head looking at her and shook it giving her a smile that didn't reach your eyes." Nah I am good" keeping the glass on the shelves "What are you watching?" you said taking a seat beside her.

"F.R.I.E.N.D.S" she nonchalantly said handing you the popcorn box

You took the popcorn "One of my favorite shows"

"Mine too" You both laughed when Joey wore all of Chandler's clothes. Forgetting the dream for the moment

The next you woke up on the sofa checking your phone it was 7:00 AM shrugging you set it aside looking straightforward and sighing weirdly you didn't get the nightmare again Looking sideways Natalie was sprawled on the other side of the couch TV sound dimmed.

"Hey Natalie" you whispered trying to wake her up she blinked her eyes looking at you. "Uhm it's 7:00 AM and you have your office timing at 11:00 AM it's better if you sleep some more in your room."

"Oh thanks" she yawns taking the remote and switching it off. She gets up stretches her body and reaches her bedroom stopping midway you were scrolling on your phone looking at the schedule. "Y/N?"

You looked up from your phone" Yeah?"

"At night time you were murmuring something about 'save me' 'please don't kill him' and 'I will never marry you' Like were you having a nightmare?" Your eyes widened at what Natalie said even though it wasn't in the visuals you still had it.

"Oh?" your eyebrows furrowed this was now going out of hands "I don't remember it"

"I think it's something more than that Y/N/N" You raised your eyebrow at her "Look I don't know how to say this but it's something related to your past lives"

"There is nothing like past lives Natalie" You went back to your phone heart beating radically. "These are some weird rumors and conspiracy theories"

"Y/N/N" she called you out making you look up once again "They aren't and it's a different thing also known as reincarnation. I read that on the internet"

"And is there scientific proof" You were now getting irritated was she now making fun of you she became quiet for a moment.

"I wish I could have proved but don't come running near me when your therapist thinks about it"

You scowled at her, looking back down to your phone and chewing your lips. Natalie sighed and went back to her bedroom. What if Natalie was right that this is something related to past life but you ignored her.

You get up from the sofa get ready for your office and resume your daily routine of brushing your teeth and having a good bath You come out and pick up your outfit of the day. Combing your hair making it into a messy bun. Well, you didn't have an appetite for breakfast and the only thing that would help her now was coffee. The best thing is to watch until the shop opens the park scenery.

You were never a fan of morning walks, but to clear your mind and reach your office straight away, you decided to take two rounds and sit on a bench and mull over Natalie's talk with you. Taking out your phone, you typed about it to clear your doubt, and as you thought, well, it's 50 50 to believe in reincarnation theories.

You were looking ahead, lost in your own thoughts. When you felt something down your leg looking down, you saw a cute dog sniffing around your leg and nudging his body around your legs.

"Oh hey, bub" you bought your hand to check whether he trusted you. The dog looked at you bringing his nose near your hand and sniffed you making sure you weren't any bad guy and showed you his head and scratched his head "Are you lost bub?" looking at his collar his owner must be here somewhere.

"DODGER" The dog turns to the source of sound his tail slightly wagging "DODGER WHERE ARE YOU?"

"I guess the screaming man is your owner huh?" The dog just huffed not getting too interested in their owner's voice "Don't tell me you had a fight" you chuckle seeing the dog growling meaning they indeed had some fight. "Okay how about we go near him and make him tell you sorry with huge treats"

You began to drag the dog who was hesitant at first but soon made up your speed and soon enough you came face to face with the yelling man who was out of breath

"Hey" you yelled at the man who turned to look at you before you could make a move you stood there seeing the man but the dog began dragging you breaking your concentration and almost making you fall "Hey bub calm down"

"Oh my God Thank you, "the man says squatting down to give some scratches to the dog "Never do that again Dodge you scared me you want the toy I will buy you but" he hugs him "Never leave" You are looking at their interaction when the man glances up at you "Thank You Again"

Your breath hitches looking at the man his blue eyes giving you a familiar face the man in your dreams. You just nod at him giving him a smile "A very active dog I see"

"Yeah" he chuckles "and when I decline something of his favorite he just runs away"

You give him a smile and look back at the dog giving him a small ear scratch you are scared to look at him what if he remembers you what if the dream you always had has been the same it's been more than 2 minutes and you can already feel the sparks and connection the attraction towards him.

Before he could say anything your phone started ringing disrupting your talk It was from your colleague Natasha "Uhm Sorry I need to pick this up"

"Yeah sure" he nods giving you a similar smile you always have seen in your dream.

You pick up the call "Hey Nat!" answering when a screeching sound comes behind the caller.

Where are you?

"Uhm at the park?" You turned back before giving an apologetic smile to Steve. Hearing a huff from her "What is it, Nat?"

Do you realize what the time is now? We will be late for the office

Taking a look at the watch it was indeed late for you and you needed to catch the bus how much time did you spend here maybe the thinking made you late "Okay I will be right there just wait for me Okay?"

Yeah, hurry up!

You cut the call turning to the man who had been standing, you were surprised to find him gone along with his dog. A shiver ran down your spine as you scanned the area, but there was no sign of him anywhere. Questions stirred in your mind as you tried to make sense of his sudden disappearance. Had he simply walked away while you were distracted?

But with that, you felt more connected with him the man from your dream who looked exactly the same with furrowed eyebrows you left the question lingering in your mind and then left the park to meet Natasha at bus stand.

Next

[munson-blurbs]

Combining this with a request from @slightlyvicked because they were just too good not to make into one ultimate smut-fest 😈

"Hi! You wanted requests? I just had this idea pop into my head - inexperiencedEddie with FemReader gives it to her so good that she sort of passes out and has to call Steve in panic 😂"

Warnings: smut smut smut (18+ minors DNI!!!!!), oral (m & f receiving), fingering, unprotected piv (pls use protection), orgasm denial, dom!Eddie, sub!reader, choking, slight degradation, language

WC: 2.1k

A/N: I try to give my smut a plot, but sometimes I get a bit...distracted 😬 as always, feedback & interaction are really appreciated!

Reposting w/ new tags. Fingers crossed.

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Eddie Munson loved to take his time and explore you.

Before you two got together, his only experience had been a sloppy hook-up backstage at the Hideout. It wasn't his proudest moment, but it wasn't like he'd pictured losing his virginity in a bed of rose petals. He just moved in a way that felt good to him and that he hoped felt good to her, zipped up, and went on his way.

But you? You were different.

You had walked into the first party of the summer flanked by Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley. Eddie had shown up with the intention of dealing, making a few bucks, and then splitting as soon as humanly possible. Parties were not his thing. But you know what was his thing? Cute girls with incredible smiles who danced like no one was watching.

He waited until you made your way outside to get some fresh air, sipping some mystery punch that tasted vaguely like rum. He followed you out and struck up a conversation about life post-high school. You'd talked for hours until you were practically falling asleep, and Eddie asked you out when he'd dropped you off at your house.

Seven months later, the beautiful girl at the party was no longer a stranger. You were the one who spent more nights in his bed than not, who combed the tangles out of his hair after a shower (together, of course--saving water, y'know?), who greeted him by peppering his face with kisses and a shy, "Hi, Teddy." You were certainly the only person allowed to call him that.

You infiltrated every thought he had. When he perused the bookstore, he looked for something you'd like. He added songs to his repertoire that you listened to on the radio. And when he watched movies from the curtained-off section of Family Video, he couldn't help but picture you and him instead of whatever actors were moaning on screen.

That's what he was thinking about as you lay curled up into him, pressing lazy kisses along his jawline, keeping him warm even on the frigid January night.

"Teddy," you murmur, bringing a hand to his face and stroking his stubbly cheek with your thumb, "what's on your mind?"

"Nothin'," he mumbles, rolling over to kiss your lips, but you pull away.

"You're cute when you think you can lie to me," you smile at him. "C'mon, tell me what's going on."

"Was hoping," he starts, a blush creeping into his cheeks, "maybe we could try some new stuff."

"Like what?" you ask, curiosity piqued.

Eddie clears his throat. "I wanna be rough with you. Take control." Sex was always a give-and-take between you, allowing each other to give into pleasure. A perfect balance of power that he yearned to disrupt.

"We'd have, like, safe words," he continues, "and if it gets too much, we can stop--"

You cut him off with a kiss. "I trust you," you tell him, and he smiles, "and I want you to take control of my body."

He nods. "Okay. If you want me to stop, just say, um, red, I guess. And orange for 'slow down.'"

"Red and orange," you confirm. You look at him expectantly, waiting for his instructions. "Whenever you're ready, baby."

He pulls you in for a deep kiss, pushing a strong hand under your shirt. "I fucking love you," he growls into your lips. "Want you on your knees f'me." You swing your legs over the bed and get on the ground like he asks.

He stands up, towering over you, pulls down his pajama pants and boxers, and taps the tip of his hard cock against your mouth. "Open," he orders, and you do as you're told, swirling your tongue over the angry head and lapping up his leaking precum.

Grabbing onto his narrow waist, you take more of him between your parted lips. You feel him shiver and utter a muted, "Oh, fuck," as he bucks his hips into you. "Your mouth feels so good."

"Mhm," you respond, knowing the vibration will drive him even crazier.

He tugs on your hair and thrusts harder. “Open your pretty little throat," he hisses, "take me like the slut you are."

You feel yourself growing wetter when he degrades you and you clench your thighs. Eddie notices, of course. He notices everything about your body. "Already turned on?" he laughs roughly. "God, haven't even touched you yet. You're too easy."

His cock hits the back of your throat and you gag, tears running down your face. You try to wipe them off, but he bats your hand away. "Wanna see you choke on me," he grunts between thrusts. "See how I ruin you." But he only manages a few more seconds before removing himself, and you whine from the loss.

"Did you think I was gonna be done with you that quick?" Another laugh escapes his lips. He pulls you up from the ground by your shirt and pushes you on the bed. "I'm gonna taste you first."

With that, he practically rips the oversized t-shirt off your body and hooks a finger into your panties, sliding them down your legs. He buries his head between your thighs, methodically placing kisses along the insides leading up to your sex. You whimper and tremble under his touch, leading him to clamp his hands down and glare at you. "Stay still," he demands.

"Y-yes, sir," you croak, and that's the end of your thought process as he licks a stripe across your wet folds with his wide tongue. Your legs rest on his shoulders as he toys with your clit, sucking on it like it's the sweetest candy.

"You gonna cum for me, princess?" he asks, and you're too blissed out to notice the malice in his tone.

"I'm s-so close, sir," you whine, trying to lift your hips. And then he pulls away.

"No!" you cry out involuntarily. "I need you, please." But begging won't help you this time. Eddie gives you a wicked grin as he kisses back down your thighs, purposely avoiding your throbbing need. When he feels you calm down, your breath slowing, he dives back in, greedily attacking you.

This time, he plunges two fingers into your soaked pussy while he uses that perfect tongue to work your clit, pumping them in and out until he feels you tense. As soon as you give the indication that you're about to cum, he breaks all contact.

"Why do you keep doing that?" You're so frustrated, you could cry. "I took you so well, just like you asked--"

Eddie takes the fingers that were just inside you and pushes them into your mouth. "Maybe this will shut you up," he snarls, climbing on the bed. The top of his shirt is wet with your slick, and he pulls it off, revealing his toned chest.

"And if it doesn't?" you challenge, words muffled around his fingers.

He manhandles you, adjusting you until you're draped over his legs. "You said I could control you, all of you, but you broke that promise three times," he explains, "so now you'll be punished three times. Count."

His ringed hand meets the flesh of your ass with a crack. "One..." you manage. He spanks you again, even harder. You wince with the pain. "Two..." Your body tenses, waiting for the third, but he doesn't deliver it right away.

"I'm gonna spank you so hard it's gonna leave a mark." It's both a promise and a threat. "And you're gonna take it like the sex toy you are."

"I'm your sex toy," you sputter, "only yours, sir."

"Flattery won't get you out of your punishment," Eddie sneers, but you can tell that he's smiling. He gives the final blow and you nearly scream as he makes contact with your body. He stalls for a moment, concerned that he's actually gone too far, but you whisper, "Keep going," and he proceeds.

Eddie straddles your waist, giving you a perfect view of his hard-on that stands straight up against his stomach. You want to reach out and grab it, but hold back to avoid further punishment.

He catches you eyeing him and takes his cock into his hand. "So greedy," he teases. "Don't worry, I'm gonna fuck you now." He uses your slick for lubrication as he inserts only the tip of his dick. You bite your lower lip to keep from complaining.

"Oh, you wanted all of me?" he goads, and you can only manage a nod. "No, no. Gotta hear you, princess. Need to hear you beg to be my sex toy."

"Please, Daddy," you cry out, "use me. I can take it. I can take all of you so good, you'll see. Let me show you. Please."

Eddie shudders with pleasure. "I love when you're needy," he replies, and finally pushes himself all the way into you. You wrap your legs around his torso, allowing him to thrust even deeper.

"You feel s'good inside me," you tense around him, feeling his length slam into you over and over. "Nothing compares to you, Daddy."

"Do I make you feel good?" he pants. "Do I make you cum?"

"Y-yes, sir. Gonna cum right now--" No sooner do the words leave your swollen lips do you realize your mistake. Eddie pulls out of you before you can even process what's happened, your walls clenching around emptiness.

"Fuck you," you spit. Whatever the punishment is, you'll take it, as long as he knows what he's doing to you. He's prepared for that response, and he reaches down to grab your discarded panties.

"You just don't know when to shut up, do you?" he says angrily. "I thought you knew that sex toys don't talk, but I guess I was wrong." He balls up the panties and shoves them in your mouth. "Taste what I do to you and be grateful, and maybe I'll let you finish."

He watches you as your eyes roll back. Teasing you, denying you your hard-earned orgasm is fucking magical, but he also know that he can't hold out much longer. He repositions himself and continues fucking you, placing a ringed hand around your neck. The cold metal meets your body's perspiration, giving you chills. His other hand grabs your left breast, groping it roughly. He leans down and bites on your nipple, tugging it as he pulls away.

You let out a moan, as loud as you can with your limited supply of oxygen, and he knows he's a goner.

"You're gonna cum for me now," he orders you, and with his permission, you let go with an earth-shattering orgasm. You see stars for a moment as you cum, pulled back to reality when you feel his sticky release pooling inside of you.

"Holy shit," Eddie's the first to talk; your brain is still scrambling for words. "That was..."

"So fucking hot," you fill in, pouting slightly as he pulls out of you. You try to move and realize you can't. "Eddie?"

"Yes, princess?"

You blush at the nickname. "I, um, can't feel my legs."

Eddie laughs, but it's sweet. All of the aggression is gone. "Poor thing. But I can't say I'm mad, because now I can just hold you all night and you can't leave." He gingerly pulls you closer. "You okay?"

"More than okay," you reassure him. "I love watching you be in charge."

"Wasn't too much?" he questions, nuzzling his head into your neck.

You kiss his forehead, tasting the salt of his sweat. "Just right, Teddy."

He smiles and kisses you softly. "Be right back. Just gotta go wash up," he looks at you pointedly. "Feel free to join me when you can walk again."

You giggle as you watch him pad out of the room, not-so subtly checking out his ass. As soon as you hear the shower running, you reach over to the phone and punch in a familiar number.

"H-hello?" Steve's groggy voice answers.

"Steve?" you whisper, embarrassed but slightly excited to brag about your night, "what do I do when I'm too fucked out to move? Like, no feeling in my legs?"

Your best friend groans. "You make your boyfriend carry you around and take care of you, and you don't call Steve Harrington at two o'clock in the morning."

"Then don't let Eddie rent porn, and we won't have this problem."

[tame-the-lion-writes]

anything but worthy [pt.1]

This is reposted from my ao3!

[Arthur Morgan SFW] tags: omegaverse

Once upon a time, someone told Arthur that he was a good man. Yet right now, he felt he was anything but.

Because–

Lavender. Honey. Vanilla syrup on a cold, cold day.

You were once the newest addition to the gang, brought in right alongside Sadie – a family friend you happened to visit the day the O'Driscolls came around. Together, you hid in the cellar, the constant howling wind your saving grace, especially since you were an omega whose mere presence could drive alphas mad.

The day they came was an unfortunate one, and while Sadie's inner alpha called on her to protect both you and her husband, there were just too many of the damn rats to fend off. Hence retreating underground, hence curling up together for warmth. She smelled of cinders and sawdust, and for a while, it was enough, but had you stayed much longer, you two would have surely frozen to death.

And then someone new arrived.

Three "someones," really. There new alphas – to be exact, but your focus landed on just one. It was a miracle that Sadie had managed to survive the mere stress of her dead husband – her mate – but the scent of natural competition had heightened her senses once more. So she led the way out of the cellar, blade in hand, steps slow and cautious while a snarl rumbled low in her throat.

What followed after wasn't so pleasant, but soon enough, you were wrapped in linen – lifted onto horseback and embraced in the arms of a brown-haired stranger. The haze of hunger and cold, the lull of steady hoofbeats, paired with the comfort of something safe – of someone safe – of an alpha – was all it took to cradle you to sleep. Yes, a sleep where you dreamed off–

Leather. Whiskey. The smell of dust after rain.

They said you could stay until you figured out where to go, but that scent was one you couldn't bear to leave. And Arthur Morgan could say the same thing about you.

Since that day in the West Grizzlies, there was just something about you, and he couldn't put his finger on it. Because sure, he'd been heartbroken before – he'd chased after Mary, he'd made himself a fool, but you – yes, you – you were something different.

He wouldn't call it love at first sight. Hell, he told himself, he hardly knew a thing about love. If anything, he knew what love wasn't, at least sort of – and surely, the complexity of what he felt couldn't be defined so simply. You see, for example, was it love when he wanted to hold you? Maybe. Was it love when he wanted to wipe your tears? Maybe. Now, was it love when he wanted to have you – on your back in his bed, skin red and lightly bruised, while he gripped your wrists so tight, a little more, and they would break?

About that – most certainly, no.

But goddamn if he didn't hate it – no, love it – when sometimes, you'd act all cute and lovely, look up at him with those big doe eyes, and smile without knowing how he thought of you each night. There was an inherent need to protect you, to keep your smiles innocent, yet the simultaneous dark craving that tempted him to make you cry. He'd sweep you up in his arms, he fantasized, then carry you to his tent – where he'd lay you down so gently, yank you by the ankle as he undid his pants, hoping to see you scramble away then give in when you realize it was hopeless.

Again, he'd remind himself – those thoughts were all fantasy. Scenarios he'd work out in his head when the sun had settled, or whenever he had some privacy out in the woods or away from camp. He'd never actually act on it – no, he was too good for that. But those thoughts made him question if he was really good at all, or if he was teetering towards the edge – putting up a facade out of sheer strong will and not really because he was any sort of moral man. Because moral as he may be, as loyal to a code as he may be, beneath all that humanity was still the devouring instinct of a beast.

Alpha, alpha, alpha – longing for an omega, omega, omega. Oh–

Lavender. Honey. Vanilla syrup on a cold, cold day.

He wondered if you tasted just like you smelled, and if you'd let him take a bite of your neck–

"Arthur? Hey, Arthur?"

"Hm? Sorry, you say somethin'?"

"No, not really. Just worried – you've been staring at nothin' for the past, uh, fifteen minutes or so."

It's a hot summer Lemoyne evening, and you're down to your chemise, and his blue eyes can't help but skirt across the fine neckline. It's brief, but he notices the beads of sweat littering your skin – the way your collarbone disappears behind lace, and the way his mind tugs at his fingers to tug it down–

But he clears his throat and looks away, refusing to face you as you lean over, standing right beside him. "It's this damn heat. Can't even think straight–" he excuses with a gruff tone. It's not entirely a lie.

You purse your lips but seem to accept his answer – you've been oblivious so far, he knows, and he legitimately wonders how the hell when all he's done lately is edge towards being a fool. Or even a fucking creep– 

"Well, um, maybe you shouldn't– uh– sit so close to the fire then," you eventually add, offering him a sheepish smile.

It's true, Arthur realizes, that he's been so lost in thought – so lost, in fact, that he's damn near roasting his face in the flames. The campfire is less than a foot away from him, and he's been wearing a jacket this whole time. He didn't even think to peel off the extra layer, too muddled in pheromones or hormones or whatever. After all, he'd decided, you were meant for cold days. Fantasies of you, he decided, should be reserved for cold days.  But you were vanilla syrup, sickeningly sweet in the heat of summer. And heat– heat– when was yours again?

He shuffled back a few inches, so he's not about to be set on fire, but it does little to calm his soul when he's already so riled up inside. The way your brow furrows, the way your lips pout – if he focused on you any longer, on the fact that he could oh-so-easily grab you by the hips, Arthur would have to set a blanket or a pillow on his lap. And that alone, in this damn heat, would raise so many questions that he would hate to answer.

But he doesn’t have to grab you by the hips – you seat yourself next to him, and the proximity alone makes him want to curse. This camp was no place for you – this gang no place for you – and he was certainly not going to be a good man for you if your oblivious actions kept him latched on like a pike. Oh – but he wanted you safe and comfortable – and begging and screaming – and perfect and soft – and clothes torn apart. He wanted you splayed out before him, marks on your thighs – wet and needy and raw and ready for–

– him. 

Arthur covered his lower face with a hand, as if to scratch his beard, though it's really to bite down a curse. He wanted you, like a sacrifice – to have and hold – and hold down. So many mixed feelings, when you're a predator who loves their prey.

“Dunno why Pearson thought it would be a good idea to make stew again, in this heat. Maybe we could make jerky instead. Those don’t need to be hot to eat,” you comment, poking around the fire with a stick, moving about the logs so the flames last a little longer.

“If Pearson actually cared about what’s palatable, he wouldn’t be makin’ stew. Not again,” Arthur muttered in response, unable to help himself as he subconsciously leaned closer to you. The smoke was doing nothing to dull out your scent, but he wanted to cover it up with his own – with leather, and whiskey – and the smell of dust after rain.

“Oh! Speaking of food–” you whip back around to face him, and he reels back so he at least doesn’t look like a madman– “we need to go into town tomorrow. Miss Grimshaw said we’re running low on supplies.”

He plays his swerve off with a sarcastic grin – a guffaw. “Runnin’ low– I just went into town with Sadie. I ain’t forgettin’ that shoutout any time soon,” he huffs, slamming his hands down on his knees and shaking his head.

“Well– er–” you begin again, your lips forming a small pout, “I– I mean, I kinda need to go to a hotel or… preferably… a cabin… soon?”

His blue eyes examine your own for the truth, and though his jaw is clenched tight in suspicion, it soon loosens, his mouth agape.

You wanted?--

Oh.

A beat.

Oh, no–

“Darlin’, are you askin’ me to–”

You bring your hands up, waving them frantically in front of your face, a nervous laughter erupting from your throat.

“I– I mean–” you repeat once more, only to hide your face with both hands. “I-I’m sorry, Arthur. It’s just– I thought asking you outright would be weird, but it seems I’ve made things worse… And– and it’s not that I wanted you in the room or anything! I just thought it would be nice to be with you, and you’re always around to comfort me and help me with things, and– and I trust you to protect me, you know? You– you make me feel safe.”

“I am anythin’ but worthy of that honor, little girl.”

Your face falls, and your hands do, too. And you watch as he glares at the fire, features hardened once more. He sees it out of the corner of his eye – your expression – and his gut twists and turns, spurring guilt into his mind. You speak– again–

“I’m sorry, Arthur. I just thought it would be nice – me and you.”

He hears you suck in a deep breath as you get to your feet, ready to shuffle off to bed.

“I guess I’ll just ask Sadie or Miss Grimshaw to go with me again. Or maybe Karen, ‘cause she can handle a gun, too.”

Your voice grows quieter and quieter by the second, and that guilt of his builds up, inversely proportional to the sound. But as you move to step away, he opens his mouth once more.

“I don’t wanna hurt you, omega,” he explains, fingers curled in tight fists. “I don’t wanna hurt you,” he repeats again. “That’s all.”

“Oh, Arthur–” you place a hand on his shoulder– “I’d be okay if it were you.”

[chogiwow]

hello, mr. lee | lee know

pairing: platonic ; gn!reader x lee know

genre: slice of life, angst

wc: 3k+

warnings: allusions to abusive family, dysfunctional family, bruises, mention of blood | reader and minho are not romantically paired !!

a/n: i forgot i had this in my drafts still, so repost it is !

minho first saw you when he was taking out the trash.

there you were, sitting on the ground in front of your door in your school uniform, hunched up over your knees and twiddling your thumbs absentmindedly.

he must have looked surprised when you turned your head towards him, because you smiled sweetly; vivid purple marks were visible on your cheeks and your lips looked bruised too.

"you okay kid?" he asks. and he wonders why he asks too, because he never asks; he is not a tad bit interested in his neighbours. his supposed humane nature had probably been nudged on seeing your beat up face.

"what– oh this?" you point at your face, still crouching on the mosaic flooring, "i fell down."

you laugh a silly little laugh, visibly wincing when you grinned too wide and the cut on your lips stung.

"you're the new neighbour aren't you? i saw you when you were moving in. yeji thinks you're kinda hot – yeji's my best friend – but she finds every other person hot. although i would say that you're kind of cute, oh i also saw your cat, is it a he or a she? they're really cute too. i'm positive though i saw you feeding a different cat yesterday though–"

oh god you were a talkative one; and impulsive too, you seemed to have no switch off button.

"–what's your cats' names?"

minho blinks in surprise at your abrupt question, but he finds himself answering under the attention of your big eyes that stared up at him innocently.

"soonie, doongie and dori…"

you gasp, slapping a hand up to your mouth, surprising him again.

"you have three cats?! oh my god you're so lucky! you see, i love cats even though i'm allergic to them but my mom won't let me have one because she says it's too much work to look after a cat."

your voice grew sad at the end but almost immediately you smiled up at him leaving him more confused than ever.

you were weird, but endearingly so.

clearing his throat, minho speaks, "good day then."

although you do wave to him, he can't help but notice your appealing eyes that follow him as he opens his door making him feel ridiculously conscious of his every move.

it's only after he's closed his door does he realise that he never really asked how you had fallen to have gotten hurt so badly; you never really gave him a chance to speak.

but whatever you may say, that fall must have been interesting

ii.

"hello mr. lee, are you going for a workout?"

minho blinked at you in surprise when you popped out of nowhere, again in your school uniform and with a fresh bruise on your face.

"no," he says shortly, adjusting the strap of his duffel bag over his shoulder before walking briskly. he had no intentions of engaging in a conversation with a high schooler at six in the morning.

"oh, you're dressed up in sweats though," you point out, happily skipping beside him.

oh god no, please he really doesn't want to talk right now.

"i'm a dance major."

your lips form a circle of surprise, eyes brightening up at the mention of dance and minho was somehow left feeling drained at the amount of cheeriness you were displaying at the crack of dawn.

"you're a dancer?! that's so cool mr. lee! what type of dance do you usually do? or do they teach you all types in uni? oh oh! did you start dancing at a young age? what's your favorite type of–"

please someone, anyone out there, please save him from this bouncing ball of excitement beside him.

he took his time answering your questions, and you grew considerably excited as he kept talking, albeit uninterestedly and with a lot of sighs whenever you interrupted him, but nonetheless he let you interrogate him till you reached the bus stop.

"wow mr. lee, you must have so much fun right?"

minho had no answer to your excited rhetoric, instead dwindling upon how he in fact, did not find this rigourous lifestyle fun at all and though he had a lot to vent about on the matter, he decided to keep his mouth shut in your cheerful presence. besides, what would a high schooler know? you were still wet behind the ears, and probably regarded him as a cool person due to your obliviousness of what university life actually was.

his gaze rests on the newly forming bruise under your eye just for a moment before looking away lest you catch him staring at you.

"fell again?" he asks nonchalantly, bringing his finger up to the spot on his face where you had gotten hurt.

"i can be very clumsy sometimes." you chuckle abashedly, gingerly touching your face and shrugging, "oh, here's my bus; have a good day mr. lee!"

minho is no idiot; he may be oblivious to a lot of things around him, but he is not an idiot. and he is positive that no matter how tired he is every night, his mind could not have conjured up the muffled sounds of yelling from next door. at least not three nights in a row, and the bruises on your face could not have been a result of falling down.

he finds himself returning your wave from the bus and watches the bus till it disappears round the corner.

iii.

this was bad.

whatever was happening next door was bad and it left a bitter taste on minho's tongue.

not only had he heard the worst yells from your apartment three days ago, but he had completely missed you on your way to school, that is, if you had gone to school. the radio silence that had followed had not made things any less ominous.

in the course of those three days he had considered paying you a visit, and had even found himself almost on the verge of ringing your doorbell but at the last moment retracted his fist ready to knock and walked away slowly back to his apartment.

what would he even say? how would he explain his visit? 

whatever, it wasn't his business. and clearly, he wasn't supposed to mind either, since you did tell him that your bruises were due to falling, and not…

and not what, idiot? he berates himself, massaging the migraine he had been trying to nurse for the past few hours. if it was indeed what he suspected it was, he was doubtful he could be much help if you refused to make it an issue. besides, he didn't like getting all up in other people's business.

but what was he supposed to do when you turn up with new bruises, the old ones underneath healing?

"hello mr. lee, out to throw trash?"

for a moment minho debates whether he should bring up the darkened patch of skin on your arm, but he resists when he sees you smiling at him, a little less happily than usual and your tired eyes blinking at him almost expectantly.

"what else?" he shakes the black trash bag in his hands, taking out the plastic bottles and crushing them before tossing them into the right bin.

you grin at him, joining him with your own bag of trash, the sound of crushing bottles and crinkling plastics filling in the emptiness that your mutual silence had offered.

for minho it was disconcerting to say the least, not hearing you babble away or question him as you so often did. he tried talking once or twice, always opening his mouth and glancing at you. but you never looked back at him, so seemingly engaged in the important task of discarding trash. he was almost surprised at his lack of words, realising a little late that it was mostly you who did the talking and he'd listen. 

you finished before him, rubbing your hands and patting them on the back of your jeans.

"goodnight then mr. lee, i'll see you around." you smile at him, dragging your feet across the pavement as if hesitating to leave. a sudden wave of emotion washes over minho who notices the way you stub your toe on the ground, fiddling with your hands and rubbing your shoulder.

you turn around with some effort, a dread settling at the pit of your stomach that weighs down on you with every step you take and the closer you are to your house. it's then that he calls out, making you stop and turn in your tracks, looking back at him expectantly and almost hoping that you wouldn't have to go home just yet.

there's too much minho wants to say right, too many questions that sit on the tip of his tongue in a tangle but are held back by hesitant chains at the back of his throat.

"you okay kid?" 

a split second of vulnerability slashes through you, threatening to break you apart and you almost tear up.

bringing yourself to talk in this state would be a mistake, one that would make minho liable and you did not want that. 

you nod at him, attempting a weak smile that you hope is excusable, albeit pretentious.

with that your back is again turned to him and you walk away leaving minho clutching on to the black plastic bag in his hand.

iv. 

minho found you sitting again in front of the door, except this time it was the door to his house.

you're crouched against the wall, knees pulled up to your chin and rocking back and forth gently, cradling a small ginger cat he came to realise was his own. 

when you see him you instantly brighten up, but minho is far from happy to see you. it's not your presence he's displeased at exactly, it's the way his eyes are drawn to the cuff of your school shirt, the red stain on it quite obviously from the fresh cut on your lips.

"mr. lee, you're back! i found this cute little thing outside when i came home, it was scratching on my door," you laugh, nuzzling your nose into the cat's fur eliciting a purr of approval, "i thought i might just keep it company in case something happened."

seemingly avoiding your words, minho steps forward and swipes his thumb across your lips gingerly, a frown on his face.

surprised you step back, sputtering in bewilderment and clutching on to the cat in your hands almost like a shield.

"come in," he says shortly and without waiting for a response he stalks into his home and heads straight to the washroom, leaving you standing awkwardly in the doorway.

the cat jumps out of your arms, and you close the door behind you, debating whether you should shut it in the first place or not.

minho returns shortly, a box of first aid in his hands and another cat in tow.

"aren't you going to come in?" he questions, although it is anything but that because you're left with no choice but to follow him into the living room where he motions for you to sit on the couch. you do so, removing the bag from your shoulder and folding your hands on your lap.

sitting in front of you, minho begins to unravel the contents of the box one by one, uncapping the lid of the antiseptic before putting some on a cotton ball and dabbing at your lips.

you don't flinch away this time but you do hiss in pain, blinking your eyes furiously to keep the inadvertent tears pricking your eyes like the burn on your lips, fingers knotting around each other and steadily avoiding his face that was so close to yours.

you could vividly smell his body scent, a mix of sweat and a subtle deodorant, the kind that was gentle to the nose; the two were so distinctly separated from each other yet still blended in a comfortable scent that you felt like you could inhale for days on end, unlike the strong stench of cheap knock off perfumes your mother mother drenched herself in so often, it made you want to throw up.

"you've been falling too often these days kid, are you sure you're okay?"

if you didn't know any better you would have thought that minho was teasing you, but you knew that was not the case. minho was very smart, so you had perceived from whatever conversation he had contributed to, but he was also a no nonsense person, which you had been thankful for because he had his subtle way of showing his concern without being overbearing about it. 

somehow you had always been comforted by that knowledge, that he was quietly watching over you.

"that's because i'm too clumsy."

your answer remains the same as ever; this time muttered quietly and without an abashed grin. they hold much more weight in them, more than ever, and your eyes that fail to meet his and the downturn of your lips that refuse to move despite your half hearted attempts are self sufficient in breaking away your facetiousness.

minho stays quiet, mostly because he's calculating the next words in his mind but also because you make no attempt at moving away, sitting still like a piece of wood, eyes steadily focused on your hands that remained atop each other in your lap.

he is saved of saying much though because you both hear a loud crash from next door.

your head snaps towards the source of the sound and you're visibly scared, snatching up your bag from the floor and almost tripping in air trying to get to the door as quick as possible.

minho is still processing everything, his hands shooting out to hold you back and his heart almost clenching when you turn to him with your shaking eyes. your mouth quivered and your fingers were clenched around the strap of your bag so tightly, he could see your knuckles whitening.

"you don't have to go," he says, his words followed by a muffled shout and another thump.

you're frozen to your spot, torn in between wrenching yourself free and rushing home and throwing your arms around this kind neighbour. the only neighbour who had talked to you.

save me, you yelled, but all that came out was a shake of your head and a wobbly smile that made your eyes tear up again.

"i should go, my mom...she needs me."

you gulp, shifting your eyes nervously to his fingers that circled around your wrist firmly but gently, and a part of you hoped he would let go.

minho nods understandingly, never quite loosening his grip around your wrist and says quietly, "i suppose she does need you."

raising his hand cautiously he wipes away the tear running down your cheek and you're ashamed at having shed tears in the first place; it's incomprehensible to you and embarrasses you but you're temporarily shocked at how gently he was touching your cheeks, hands lingering there longer than you had ever known and without the sting that always followed.

"if you… fall again, i'll be right here."

you nod in earnest at his offer and minho realises that's the extent of help you were willing to let him offer.

epilogue

it's been two months since minho had last seen you. you had been standing in his small living room, scared and shaking.

the noises next door had quietened down and he no longer opened his door in the morning to your smiling face full of small bruises. he knows it has something to do with the call he had put through that night.

he was sorry to see you go without so much as a goodbye because quite frankly, things had happened so quickly he had never gotten the time to see you off. he was sorry he had put you through that, but it had to be done.

he had returned home that evening to his cat nibbling on a piece of paper, which looked like it had been torn off hastily from a notebook and had snatched it before further damage was done to it, earning a loud purr of disapproval from his cat.

he had kept it safe inside his wallet since that day.

every night before opening the door to his house he would gaze at yours, wondering what was behind the greying door. then he would take the garbage out and would almost be disappointed that you weren't already there realising with a jolt that you no longer lived here.

the first three weeks had been the same, but he had come to accept it, for your betterment. he did the right thing, you were safe now.

and yet it saddened him a little when he walked to the bus stop alone. he had come to be tolerably affectionate of your banters and quirks and the way you had a penchant for tripping over your untied laces.

tonight he was running a little late, having visited the supermarket to stock up his groceries and cat food. 

both hands weighed down by plastic bags, he huffed his way across the street walking briskly to his apartment; his cats would no doubt look at him reproachfully for the late dinner.

finally reaching his doorstep he almost dumps the bags on the ground, shuffling in his bag for the key and cursing under his breath. he doesn't even spare a glance at your door anymore.

finding his key, he shoves it into the lock and curses more when it takes some effort to turn it open, the lighting in the hallway quite inefficient in its purposes. it's only when he finally opens the door and picks up the bags does he see you.

you smile at him widely.

"hello mr. lee, how've you been?"

he stands at his doorstep, hands laden with heavy plastic bags, sweating with all the exertion and smiling down at you.

minho's cats purr at him in annoyance and he's reminded he has three mouths to feed, but he can't help the smile on his face. after what seems like an eternity, he speaks.

"hey kid, you okay?"

you consider his question for a while, looking into his kind eyes and stepping towards him, chuckling when his cats make another reproaching noise. you catch a whiff of his scent, his sweat and deodorant then nod at him happily.

[zaxxusu]

Happy Mother's Day

(a monologue, a kind of letters - originally published in 2014 on my old RP account that has been deleted by Tumblr, reposting here in modified a bit)

𝟣𝟧 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝑔𝑜

Mom, you scare me! No ghost under my bed, I know it! Okay, okay, I'll go sleep. Mom? You still there? Well, I have a dream... I wanna be a hero I'm gonna save the world! Hey, don't laugh! I mean it. I wanna make you smile and proud. Mhh... love you too, Mom. Good night.

𝟣0 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝑔𝑜

Sorry, Mom, but I must go. I wanna achieve my dream, and it can't be attained only in this small village. I wanna see the world. I wanna make many friends around Gaia! Bet you'd be all worried. Just pray for me and I'll do my best to make the goals. ...Wait! What's that? Come back with my wife? Hey, hey... I'm just 13! I'm back after I'm success. I promise... See me!

8 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝑔𝑜

How's Gongaga? Pops still alive and kicking? Is he seeing mushrooms from below already? Sorry for writing only now. I meant to write earlier but work stuffs here really extreme. Either you do nothing at all, or you do too much. But let's face it, there's never too much for me, anyway! Nah, I'm SOLDIER now. Already 2nd Class and gonna make it 1st soon! Which should be easy, hehe. I met a few great people. The great Hero Sephiroth gives me few trainings. Have you ever heard his name? He's the Hero of Wutai war! Soon, I'll be dispatched there and be a great hero too! But Angeal is my mentor, he's 1st Class too like Sephiroth! And I'll always be remembering his words, that if I wanted to be a hero, I have to embrace my dream and honor. He's on vacation right now. He said hi to you, Mom. And Kunsel! He's my friggin' stalker... but in a positive way! I mean... we're best friends! Well, he knows what he does, and I have a feeling he purposively remains in 2nd Class to have an eye on all that happens inside Shin-Ra. So yeah, I get along great with everyone. How's Sotetsu by the way? Tell him I don't forget him.

6 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝑔𝑜

Mom? There are so many things happened, I wanna help my friend. But I'm not strong enough to do. It is complicated... Though, not gonna give up and it'll be alright. Just like Pops always says: "If it's not alright, then it's not the end yet!" This one, Mom, praise your son! Well, I met a girl... at the church in the city slum. She's like an angel. Her hobby is tending flowers--bet you'd love her! I bought a pink ribbon for her, for a memento. She said she'll always treasure it. Then we went on a date! My first date! I also met another country boy! He's from Nibelheim and a Chocobo. ...No! I'm not talking to animal, not anymore! >////< His name is Cloud and his hair looks like Chocobo--all spiky and messy. He should try my shampoo or visit you, letting you mingle with his hair. Afterall, it's you who make me look the way I do haha.

5 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝑔𝑜

It's been a while, Mom. New season, new responsibility. I made 1st Class, but somehow, I'm not happy with it. I command an army now, rookies, so I can't let it make me down. And Sephiroth is my partner now, he trusts me. In short, I'm doing my best as SOLDIER--just as Angeal taught me, embrace my dreams and protect my honor. He's gone, Mom, but he's always in my heart. By the way, remember the girl I met in the church? It's a next level. I'm serious with her, Mom. Her name is Aerith. Well, she is... A bit spoiled, picky, clumsy ...and also can't cook. But I love her! Pretty is just a standard and normal is overrated--I love her with all of her quirks and flaws. She matches my energy. Whenever I spend my time with her, I feel respite. So, I can always keep up straight thanks to her. Will pick her to meet you, but not in the near future, I guess. Still working hard, saving money, building flowers wagon--she and I start this business. You must laugh but I'm selling flowers as a side job. We have a dream to fill Midgar with flowers. This city is opposite of Gongaga. I miss the greens, water, fresh air. So yeah, gonna make everyone here happy with the flowers!

𝐹𝑒𝓌 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒽𝓈 𝒶𝑔𝑜

Dear, Mom. How many seasons have passed? I wish I could knock your door, see your face right now, and apologize for everything. Sorry for not being a good enough son for you. Ha! A bit melancholy suddenly? I'm not homesick or so! Home is... where the heart is, isn't it? Just so you know, I still have my friend, Cloud. I won't abandon him whatever happened. I'll be fine, don't worry. Because if I wasn't, then how could he? I'm still in the road to be a hero. I'm not giving up in this rough and dire. I finally find a meaning and purpose. I think it's because of you and pops raising me--and my late mentor, honor to him. So, thank you, Mom. Pops, too. Say hi to him. PS: Oh, and... I dunno what Cissnei--that girl in the black suit--told you, but she isn't my fiancee! I still have my heart for my flower girl. And I'm on the road to fulfill her 23 wishes. Just to make that sure.