#she is in the worst spot in the house as far as lighting but it's to keep her from fading or getting sun bleached

[blackbackedjackal]

Zuri the queen 'yeen got a little makeover ❤️! She's an antique spotted hyena mount and has her original skull that was used to build her form.

[finalgilmoregirl]

omg I loved your grumpy x sunshine Mike and reader work - could you please do another scenario where the sunshine! reader is the one who has a bad day and it’s up to grumpy! Mike to comfort and help out in his own way? :) thanks for sharing your work!

a/n : i'm glad you enjoyed it, thanks for the request. fem!reader, she/her pronouns, mainly just fluff

☆ bad day : grumpy!mike schmidt x sunshine!fem!reader

mike knew something was wrong the moment he closed his door behind him and was greeted with silence has he entered the house.

you were always rushing in to greet him as soon as the sound of his keys against the door knob signaled his arrival, but today that clearly wasn't the case.

"hello?" mike called out and a moment later was met by the sight of abby creeping out of the hallway.

"where's y/n?"

"well hello to you too" the young girl rolled her eyes, walking past mike and heading for the kitchen.

"sorry" he sighed, catching her arm before she got too far and pulling her into his arms for a hug, earning a groan in response. "how was your day?"

"it was okay, but i think y/n/n's sick."

"sick? what do you mean?" mike thought back to when he last saw you just that morning. you were fine, your normally bubbly self despite the early hours, yawning between giggles as you and abby got breakfast prepared.

abby shrugged, "i don't know, she's been in bed since we got home."

mike knew you better than abby to know that you couldn't be sick. even if you were sick, you would protest and continue your daily routine as usual. something had to have been seriously wrong for you to defy from that routine and lay in bed for hours, especially with abby home. you hated to leave her alone and always tried to find something spontaneous and fun for the two of you to do if time permitted.

he warily walked into the direction of your shared bedroom and slowly opened the door that was left ajar. the lights were off and if it wasn't for the glow of the hallway light, he wouldn't have been able to see your figure on the bed in the dimness of the afternoon darkness.

but there you were, laying on your side, facing away from the door. mike could tell you weren't sleeping by the way that you were scratching at the loose threads of the faded colored duvet.

"hey" he called out softly, nearing your spot on the bed where he then took a seat on the edge, softly placing a hand on your shoulder. "you okay?" he asked, trying to gauge your emotions. that quickly cleared up however when he heard a sniffle come from you, followed by a small hiccup. you were crying.

mike leaned over to look at your face and was met with wet eyes and puffy chapped lips. his eyebrows furrowed, "hey hey hey" he said softly, moving you so you were now laying on your back, looking up at the ceiling as you tried to will the tears away. you hated crying, and you knew mike hated to see you cry. "what's wrong? what happened?"

you closed your eyes and let out a deep breath, clearly trying to control yourself. "just...had a bad day." you sighed.

"well, talk to me about it." mike wasn't always the best at dealing with emotions, but he was good at comforting you and abby, always wanting you to open up to him, even if he had trouble doing the same sometimes.

you took in another deep breath and nodded, preparing yourself to tell mike about the worst day you'd had in a while.

"i fell off the front steps after you and abby left this morning. but it was okay" you started, "i laughed, realized i scraped by knees and had to change my pants but that was okay." mike nodded along and listened, rubbing your side as you spoke. "but then i got a flat tire on my way to work." you continued, sighing as you felt the emotions building up again. "that was fine, it took me a while to get it fixed but i mananged and that was taken care of with no problems. but i was late, and usually my boss would let that kind of thing slide, but we had some hire ups there to oversee us and when one of them called me out for not being "better prepared", instead of changing the subject or at the very least, defending me after everything i've done for him, he agreed! then she basically told him that i should either be fired or have my paycheck cut." you finished with a huff and let the fresh tears that had built up in your eyes fall down your face.

mike felt a pang of hurt in his chest as he heard you recount the unfortunate events of your day. you didn't deserve to go through all of that. "why didn't you call me?" he asked, brushing the tears away from your face and attempting to flatten the hairs that had become out of place.

your hands came up to cover your face as you let out a sob. "i forgot to charge my phone!" you cried, earning a soft aww honey from mike as he kissed your temple, allowing for you to let your feelings out. after a minute of you gasping for air through your cries and furiously wiping away tears that just kept coming, you started to relax. you sighed and turned your head to your partner.

"i'm sorry you had to see me like this, how was your day?" you asked, still sniffling. mike shook his head and scoffed a laugh, even in the middle of a breakdown, you still want to talk about him.

"no don't worry about me, it was fine." he said, "how can i help you?"

you shrugged, looking down and beginning to play with mikes fingers where his hand now rested on your stomach.

"come on" he insisted, "you always help me when i'm having a bad way and i want to help you now. do you want a snack? do you want to watch a movie, or go for a drive? anything you want, i'll do it for you."

you let out a small laugh at mike's dedication, causing him to squeeze your side. "i'm serious!"

you looked back up and into his eyes, cracking a small smile. "maybe a movie." you said quietly.

"okay, i can do that." mike spoke, starting to get up from his seat on the bed until he was stopped by your hand on his arm.

"but first can you just hold me for a bit. please?" mike looked down at you with a kind of softness that he ever only reserved for you.

"yeah, i can do that too."

the end ☆

[arieslost]

hi love! hope you’re having a great day. could you write something where the reader is oscar sisters best friend? thanks for reading my message!

anon YES! i loved writing this.

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best friend’s brother | op81

your best friend never told you that her older brother was off limits, but she never said he wasn’t, either.

that still didn’t stop you from catching feelings for him, and you’d rather die than go up to her and say, “hey, i’m in love with oscar, is it okay if we date?” mostly because now you know oscar wants you too, and to be honest, it’s kind of fun keeping it a secret.

you saw him about as much as his family did— most of the time he was away for work, but the next race was his home one, and he arrived a week early. you, of course, being his sister’s best friend, practically lived at the piastri house half the time, and ended up being there for his homecoming. the side hug he’d given you was expected, but the wink he sent your way when he started climbing the stairs to his room was not.

you replayed that moment over and over in your head for the rest of the day, until eventually you found yourself struggling to sleep and decided to go down to the kitchen for some water.

silently slipping out of the guest room, you were careful to tread lightly down the stairwell, avoiding all the creaky spots with practiced ease. you didn’t want to wake anyone up, most of all the object of all the thoughts that were keeping you awake.

though, all your effort was for naught when you saw that the overhead sink light was on in the kitchen, and none other than oscar himself was quietly getting ice out of the freezer. his hair looked unbelievably soft and slightly messy, like he was running his hands through it. he was wearing an older looking pair of gray joggers, and worst of all, he wasn’t wearing a shirt. you’ve seen him shirtless plenty of times, but one look was all it took to notice that he had most definitely filled out since you last saw him.

your mind was screaming at you to abort mission, abort mission, because you couldn’t be alone with him when he’s half naked like this, but when you shifted to make your retreat, you stepped on the wrong floorboard. it groaned obnoxiously loudly, and your eyes met oscar’s.

“can’t sleep?”

you shook your head. “uh-uh. figured i’d get a drink and see if that helps.”

“ah, we had the same idea then.” he smiled softly. “sit down, i’ll get it for you.”

“thanks, oz.” the childhood nickname slipped easily from your lips as you crossed the kitchen and lifted yourself up onto the counter nearest to him. “having a good season so far?”

“yeah, pretty good. good progression with the car, almost got a podium last race.”

“i know,” you said, looking down at your lap when he raised his eyebrows at you. “i watched.”

he hummed, handing you a glass and holding his own up. “cheers.”

you clinked your glass against his and took a sip before putting it to the side. “no teasing remarks?”

“nah, i think it’s cute.” he grinned, taking another drink and setting his own glass down. “my number one fangirl.”

“and there it is,” you rolled your eyes, though his quiet laughter was infectious and you couldn’t help joining in. “i’m your sister’s best friend, obviously i’m gonna watch.”

“and it has nothing to do with me?” he asked with a faux pout, flattening a palm right next to you on the counter so he could lean a bit closer.

“do you want it to?” you rested your hand inches away from his and closed the gap between the two of you a little.

“i think it already does.” his other hand slid between your thighs and forced them apart so he could move into the new space and effectively cage you to where you sat on the counter. “y’know, i almost kissed you in front of everyone earlier.”

“why didn’t you?” you whispered, eyes fluttering when his nose brushed yours.

“wanted it to happen when we were alone.” you could practically feel his lips against your own when he spoke, but you also really wanted him to make the first move.

running on the pure adrenaline stemming from your close proximity to the man you want more than anything in the world, you ran your palms over the back of his hands, up his forearms, past his biceps, and settled them on his bare shoulders. “oz…”

“yeah,” he replied, like he knew everything you were trying to say, before he finally closed the distance between you.

immediately, you knew you were addicted to kissing him. the way his mouth moved against yours, the way he wrapped your legs around his hips and held your knees to keep them there, the way he sighed when your fingers slid into his hair. you no longer wanted anything more than you wanted to keep kissing him even after all the breath left your lungs.

he took his time kissing you, keeping everything slow, soft, and gentle. there was no tongue, no teeth, no desperation. if either of you felt anything, it was relief.

finally.

it’s the first thing you said when you broke apart, causing him to smile before pulling you right back in. he kissed you again, and again, until your lips were swollen and you heard someone move around upstairs, breaking you out of your lovestruck trance.

“i’ll see you in the morning,” he whispered as you slid off the counter, reaching down and tangling your fingers with his and giving your hand a squeeze.

a squeeze that promises subtle glances across the table at breakfast, fleeting touches in the stairwell, and many more late night kisses.

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[the-desilittle-bird]

pls can u write a fic where reader (the bastard daughter of rhaenyra and harwin) is married to aemond for political reasons, but she know how to manipulate him whit her body and have him wrapped around her finger to secure his support in the war that is sure to come (smut pls)

AN- Damn! I really like a manipulative badass boss bitch reader... but the smut isn't as good as I had thought it would be but... sorry.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

You Love Me Right?

Summary- What is a greater charm than a woman's love?

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Warnings- Smut [Dirty Talking, Breeding Kink, Teasing, Almost(?) Oral (Male receiving)], Manipulation

GIF Credits to @imagine-all-the-things

The Dance has begun and so far, the Greens had the upper hand; all because of Aemond and his dear Vhagar. His formidable leadership and swordsmanship combined with Vhagar's experience in battles and dragonfire made him an important asset of his brother's cause.

To the world, he was cold and unbending. But the House of the Dragon knew well. They knew how his sweet little wife had him wrapped around her little finger.

Otto considered her smart. She knew her beauty was her largest asset and adding it was her sharp wits and undeniably alluring charms. Each word which fell from her lips were honeyed and well versed; a web made by a spider to catch her prey.

And that is why he remained vary of her when the dance began. Being the daughter of Rhaenyra and Harwin, he knew her devotion to her mother; unyielding and strong.

"Aemond," she squealed as hands wrapped around her petite figure, her plump lips painted in red as she turned to greet her husband with a kiss on his jaw; then down his neck and up to his ear.

"(Y/N)," he hummed, fingers rubbing her sides as his eye took in her seducing structure. Her brown hair open and brushed back, cascading down her spine. Her violet eyes were the curtesy of her mother's genetics.

Her figure was drapped in a black flimsy robe, ending just above her mid-thigh. The robe accentuated the best of her curves; her ample cleavage evoking a desire deep in him.

"Aren't you a nymph?" She chuckled, sending vibrations through his skin as she looked up through her lashes. Her fingers slowly moved up to get rid of the eyepatch covering his left eye and majority of the worst of the scar.

"A nymph in love with you."

Aemond's eye lingered on her covered breast, inviting him to feast on the soft flesh which would surely swell when his child takes place in her body. His finger fiddled with the lace holding the lace together, tugging on it to unwrap it.

"I want you," she whispered, turning around and tilting her head back to give him space to mark his territory. Kisses and nips evoked goosebumps through her body as one of her hand gripped his long hair, while the other grabbed onto the corner of her vanity.

"So do I, my love," he whispered, his sapphire glistening in the light of the candle. A deep moan left her throat when his lips found the spot which made her see stars.

"I received a message from my mother," she hummed sweetly, her fingers swiftly getting rid of the clothes which adorned his lean body; all while gentle kisses and teasing nips were granted in the freshly revealed skin as his tunic and undershirt met her dark robe on the ground.

Aemond only hummed, his mind already clouded with lust as he watched her bare body in front of him; moving like a seductress. Her soft hands found his shoulders, pushing him down to sit on the edge of their shared bed. A place which frequently ends up destroyed due to their marital tasks.

Her fingers nimbly worked on the ties holding his breeches together. They felt painfully tight as blood flew to his cock, making it hard and extremely hard.

"She is sad."

(Y/N) knew how this works. After all, it won't be the first time she is doing this. Seducing her own husband to accomplish something which was otherwise impossible.

"Why?" He rasped, breathing a sigh of comfort as his firmness left his breeches, which joined the pile of robes on the corner. His long, calloused fingers traveled into her brown hair as he felt her lay kisses on his inner tights.

Her tongue met the tip of his hard on, licking like a kitten feasting upon her milk but slower. Her long nails moved up and down his tights, sending a shiver down his spine as he groaned.

"More, my love," he pleaded softly, but both of them knew that she wouldn't compile to it; at least not just yet. Instead of taking him in her mouth, she moved up to lock his lips in a feverish kiss.

Their tongues battled against each other for dominance but at last, the princess let him win; granting him a disguise of control in their relation. One of the biggest lies in their marriage.

"She wanted to see me," (Y/N) gasped as she felt his hands fondling her breast, groping and swiping his finger on her sensitive nipple. A pornographic moan left her throat as she hummed in appreciation. One of the pros of marrying him.

Bringing him impossibly closer to her, she whispered in his ear, "I want you, my love." Suppressing the groans was becoming difficult for Aemond as his fingers traveled south to meet her wet core.

"So wet, doll. All for me?"

"Yes. All for you, my prince."

His fingers were quick to adjust his cock on her entrance; slowly entering her to give her some time to adjust to his large size. His long digits rubbing her clit to bring some pleasure during the slight sting of pain.

"So tight for me," he groaned into her neck, teeth sinking into her sensitive skin. Moving softly, his hips started with a soft rhythm, relishing in the moans which escaped her throat.

"All for you, Aemond," she whispered, breath hitching as his tip grazed over the soft spongy spot inside her which made her see stars. Her lower belly tightening with pure pleasure which rushed to snap at any moment.

"Cum for me, my sweet princess. Take your pleasure on me," her husband continued to speak filth in her ear as he groaned, feeling her walls clamp on his cock deliciously.

"I will paint your walls with my seed. Make sure you carry my child," he groaned, lips finding her nipple to suck on. Tugging on the other with his fingers, he felt her back arch. A loud moan of his name and the clamping of her on him indicated her orgasm.

Aemond came a second later; grunting her name as he filled her to the brim.

"You love me right?" She asked after a while, turning to her husband who was yet to recover. With his face a slight shade of red, eye blown with pleasure, he turned to her with confusion. "Of course, I do."

"And would you do anything for me?"

"Yes."

The smirk on (Y/N)'s face was hid as she snuggled into the crook of his neck; words heating his skin as she whispered, alluringly: "I wish to side with my mother. And I wish for you to be with me."

The silence was deafening and for once, she thought that Aemond would sit up and the next minute, the cold blade of his sword plunging into her warm body. But it never did.

Instead, a light whisper was spoken into her hair.

"Then your wish is my command."

[pherelesytsia]

Who did this to you? 4

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x female/Reader

Summary: Bruised and broken, Y/N, trapped in a loveless marriage, arrives at her best friend's house, desperately hoping someone will help her, aware she cannot return to the estate of her husband.

Warning: fear, anxiety, Angst, swearing  

Word Count: 2.5k

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The wind chanting a song of sorrow swept through the town and howled like a lonely wolf at the waxing moon escaping the glimmering mist. Not a soul roamed the streets, but the world was not free from terror and suffering, from pain and grief.

Midnight had not fallen, and the moon climbed high, claiming the sky as its kingdom, but the dawn of a new day, a new hope, was far away, not within reach.

The lawn was low and the lonely tree in the middle of the garden, enclosed by a low fence, swayed back and forth, dancing like a dancer to the serenade of melancholy. Light burned in the far corner of the house of smooth stone surrounded by higher, nearly similar ones. It seemed as if somebody was awake at the ungodly hour, stitching and patching or sitting over a lovingly written book of endless love, full of emotions the heart was longing for, a gentle tale written by a lonely writer longing for the unachievable.

Gasping, her bloodshot eyes opened. Gloom awoke. Fear spread through her. The memories, terrible and unforgettable returned, were painted in shrieking colours, oozing with poison and crimson. Her heart pounded rapidly, crashed into her chest, but the organ couldn't escape the prison. Y/N tried to clench her hands into fists to protect herself, but her fingers were nerveless. Fine lines of crimson trickled down her arms. Y/N begged for mercy, trying to escape the memories, but the formless silhouettes coiled like a snake around her frame. Breathing heavily, she awoke, thought she was already awake, and searched for the enemy, the evil faces bearing wicked eyes, but before the first cry reached her throat, Y/N realised she was in no danger, had survived and was alive.

Y/N hoped it was just a twisted dream. She braced herself. Slowly, fearing the answer, Y/N lowered her gaze. A lump formed in her throat. The wounds prevented her from moving, the sore arms and legs, the bruises shaped into hands. Y/N refused to trust the memories, but she spotted the evidence on her hands. Repulsed, she lifted her eyes. Wet crimson clinging to her trembling finger glistened in the light streaming dimly through the windows shielded by long curtains.

            "Peggy?" Y/N breathed.

Her hand shot to her neck and noticed how swollen her throat was, realised how difficult it was to fill her burning lungs with air. Again Y/N uttered her best friend's name, crowed like a crow, but no answer came.

The pain grew dull, but stayed a good friend, a companion reminding of good old times, a mate talking about the shenanigans done in the childhood. Slowly Y/N leaned her pounding head back on the pillow. The shooting pain evoked tears, but no injury on her body ached as much as her shattering heart, broken into millions of fragments.

Silence ruled like a ruthless king, torturing and dooming, wicked with a mind twisted as the limbs of a fallen soldier facing the grey heavens. A hush prayer crossed her lips, her mind played with her, imagined the worst things, but as Y/N calmed and brushed the sweat sticking to her forehead away she realised that if someone had invaded the house, she would have heard the intruder.

She busied herself with her fingers and ignored the pain clouding her mind. Her face curled like soured milk. Gently, almost lovingly Y/N caressed the golden ring, the gold shaped into the sign of infinity, a token of love, of marriage, of someone having captured the heart through caring gestures and tender words.

Realisation hit her like a wave. Weakly, Y/N smiled, knew what had happened, but she couldn't hate Peggy for what she had done, knew her friend well and assumed she must be knocking on the door of the building she had to call her home.

I need to leave, Y/N thought to herself, could not picture to face her husband. The world spun, but the shadows rising and falling like high slopes of the mountain didn’t scare her, amused her. Y/N pushed herself from the sofa and threw the blanket, which could not offer any warmth, to the side. Astonished she glanced at the clock above the wooden door and realised she had slept less than thirty minutes, but it felt as if she had been asleep for a whole year. A lonely tear danced down her face, but she didn’t brush it away, let it fall like rain. Y/N folded her arms in front of her chest, hiding the tips of her fingers, shielded herself and advanced at a slow pace. She couldn’t walk upright, couldn’t stay strong anymore. The darkness told her to come closer, luring her in, telling peace is awaiting her in the gloom, but Y/N was deaf to the voice and turned into the long, seemingly endless corridor leading to the locked door. Suddenly she stopped and focused her gaze over her shoulder, hoping to meet a person but her only friend was the darkness.

Peggy´s coat was gone. The only evidence Y/N needed to see to know that her friend was gone with the wind was the big puddle the shoes had left on the ground next to the door. Y/N clasped the key in the small bowl on the round table and stepped hesitantly closer to the entrance. Aware she could not stay in the house, fearing the words she knew would escape, the looks they would cast upon her and the dooming laughter she opened the door.

The night greeted her with open arms. Goosebumps reigned on her skin, but Y/N did not shiver nor cursed as the wind licked her wounds open. The leaves rustled, danced and painted the sinister sky in the hues of autumn. Y/N stumbled through the shadows, bearing no map and again she laughed, had no place to call her home, no place of refuge, a place to be herself without fearing rejection, could chant like a man or be ridiculous, behaving childish and amusing. Without realising it, Y/N walking in the glow of the faint stars, pushed the garden door open and turned in one direction, not knowing where to go, not having any other friends she could trust with her life who would not take her straight to the Shelby's in hope to get a golden coin, jewels and wealth in return.

            “Fools. Bloody Fools.” Y/N chuckled.

Laughter, the sounds of delight, didn't shatter the night like a spear breaking a wooden shield. Her thoughts amused her, delighted her. Foolishly the woman had hoped she would see her husband, wished he would stand in front of the house but Y/N wanted to hear no apology, nothing, no stories nor loving words and as she thought about it, Y/N longed for his closeness, an embrace.

Her mind drifted away, she had fallen in love with him the moment when the gazes crossed, found herself in his clear blue eyes mirroring the beauty of a cloudless day, and Y/N did not want to love him yet she had seen a tender, nearly carrying site of the ruthless man.

Brows almost touched. Bracing herself, Y/N turned, prepared for the worst, punches, curses, men willing to carry out what they have started. A familiar voice called her by her name. A sparkle of hope ignited in her chest. Her eyes narrowed and her heart skipped a beat. The modern vehicle had stopped five steps away from her. Y/N gulped. The outlines were too wide, too tall to be a woman, and Y/N cursed, hissed like a snake and prayed low prayers.

            "Y/N?" his voice frightened her.

The beams of the moon escaping the curdling clouds brushed his face, but the hat on his head spread a shadow on his pale features. She stumbled back. The shape rose in size. The beard had grown longer. Concerns continued to reign in his gaze and the wrinkles on his face deepened, realised it was Y/N dressed in the torn and tattered garment, walking like a shadow in the pitch-black shadows. The men jumped and ran. Deviousness did not prevail in his gaze. Fearfully, Y/N backed away, took two steps, tried to put as much space as possible between herself and the men. Crows screamed. She stumbled, the wooden fence forced her to a halt, forbidding her to flee, to escape the worst. Gulping, Y/N clawed her fingers into the flowing material of the torn fabric, covered her flesh and searched for a way out, breathed a prayer, and tried to scream for help, but she couldn't.

            "What are you doing here? What happened to you and where's Thomas?" Alfie asked sceptically.

Quickly he advanced, walked ahead, spoke loudly, ignored the people in the houses bordering the narrow road, trying to find a moment of peace in the land of dreams. Terror welled within his eyes, seeking another presence, a friend, but no one was standing by her side, nor in the remote gloom. He unbuttoned the buttons of his coat, took it off, and ignored the silent pleas to leave her alone. Alfie halted and placed his coat on Y/N´s shoulders, covered her battered body, and tried to warm her. He searched for the answer to the unspoken question, but the man could not speak, forgot hate and distaste, and breathed soothing words into her ear. Y/N tensed under his touch. Gently, fearing she would collapse like a house of cards under his touch, he touched her arms and brushed the strands of hair glued to her face away.

            "I won't hurt you, little one," Alfie assured.

Laughing, Y/N lifted her eyes from his torso clad in a white button-down. Her fingers curled into the warming material. The smell of smoke and expensive whiskey enveloping her had a soothing effect on her heart.

            "I don't think you could do anything worse to me, Mr Solomons.", "Come on, I'll take you home. The streets are no place for a flower like you," he spoke.

Y/N shook her head, stepped back and it didn't escape the man towering high above her.

            "Did he?" the man asked.

His voice sounded strange, almost fearful, unusual, and it seemed as if someone else was speaking, but it was Alfie who was talking. Y/N rammed her teeth into her lower lip, pushing away the horrible thoughts invading her heart like an army of hundreds of cruel warriors, barbarians with axes and swords. An icy shiver danced down her spine. Memories returned, but Y/N stayed in silence, couldn't speak nor cry like a banshee.

            “Y/N. Tell me. Has the Shelby hurt you?” Alfie urged.

Y/N didn't know what to answer. Lips didn't touch. The sharpened dagger jabbing deeper into her heart caused her to gasp in pain. Yes, he wounded me, Y/N reflected, lost in the ocean of memories. I can count on one hand how many times he has kissed me, how many times he has said that he loves me from the deepest depths of his heart. Thomas had never laid a hand on his wife, never dared to raise his voice, but he had forgotten her and Y/N forgot the moments when his eyes rested gently upon her, telling what lips could not express.

            "No, but I can't go to him. Maybe he doesn't mind that I am gone. Thank you very much for your coat, but I don't need it. I have to be on my way. I need to go." Y/N spoke loud enough to know that Alfie had heard her.

            "Are you crazy? I'm not going to leave you,” he spoke in a low voice.

His gloved hand gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze.

            "Alfie, I can't," Y/N answered hesitantly.

The moon escaped the fangs of the clouds. The pale light beamed upon them standing by the deserted road leading across the town. Patiently Alfie waited, needing to know what had occurred, refused to pressure her. He gulped at the sight. The fabric around her bruised neck was ripped and stained. The lipstick once painting her lips in deep hues, was slightly smudged and the curls framing her face were dishevelled.

            "Do you need a doctor?" he asked.

The question was unnecessary.

            "If you don't get in my car willingly, I will throw you in. I am not leaving you alone," he said.

Alfie breathed words, trying to bring Y/N to senses, not wanting to force the trembling woman into his automobile to inflict more pain and summon tears. Carefully his fingers played around the large dark buttons of his coat and closed each of the buttons, working from the bottom up, and tried to find more wounds, crimson and blueness, but the clouds reared and shifted and clouded the only source of light.

            "Come, little one, the streets are no place for a dainty flower like you. Everything is alright." Alfie continued.

His hands were shaking as he touched her. With care, he embraced Y/N, and she rested her head on his firm chest. His eyes widened. A wetness of unknown origin was leaking through the button-down clinging to his skin. He lowered his gaze. The sight fractured his heart. Alfie gulped. Her face mirrored the moon, pale and cold, and her fingers, bloodied and bruised, searched for a halt.

            "I will not harm you. I would never harm a woman. At my place, I will tend to your wounds and I can offer you a place to sleep." Alfie spoke gently.

            "Okay." Y/N finally answered.

Fog emerged out of the alleys of the forsaken city, engulfing the houses and streets. The faint smell of rain lingered in the air. Alfie pushed her towards the dark vehicle, telling her no harm could strike her, and Y/N let it happen, trusting the man protecting her from the ruthless winds of winter.

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I Hate That I Love You- Final Part

A/N- Hiiiii, I am back finally! It has been a rough summer to say the least. And writers block decided to stay around the entire time. Which was the cherry on top of everything. But I honestly appreciate you all for waiting so patiently while I took this time. This is the final part! Took me quite a bit to decide how I wanted to end it. There will be an epilogue of sorts. But this is the end! Thank you so much for sticking around for this. It has been the longest series so far, I hope you enjoy! Word count: 4.1k Warnings: Character death

Azriel pushed himself past his limits, your words ringing in his ears. He felt your body go limp and that beautiful light between the two of you was fading into nothing. He tried his best to blink his tears away, but the constant flow began to blur his vision.

 Azriel had to make it, he had to get you to Madja before it was too late. But his thoughts overwhelmed him, that nagging devil on his shoulder telling him that he had run out of time, that there was no point in trying anymore.

But for you he would do anything. 

He saw Velaris on the horizon, and your breathing had slowed down next to nothing. His hands shook as they held on to your body, he only hoped Madja had received Rhys’s message. He noticed how your blood painted his dark leathers with a crimson hue, something he never thought he would ever experience. 

His wings grew tired as he approached the house of wind he spotted Madja and a few of her apprentices waiting at the entrance. “What happened?” Madja questioned, but Azriel could not speak, his words were drowned out by the pain of reality. But Madja could tell without any words and signaled the other fae to grab you. Azriel watched as your body fell into their arms, Madja giving him a short nod before rushing inside. 

It wasn’t until you had disappeared from his sight that the exhaustion kicked in and he broke down. Tears streaming down his cheeks, the phantom touch of your hand still lingering across his cheek, he knew you were in good hands but Madok’s words taunted him. You can’t save her now. But you had Madja, and she would do whatever she could to save you, Azriel knew this. A part of Azriel wanted to know what the bastard had put you through, but that other part didn’t want to know that pain, to see or feel what you went through, knowing it would only make him more unhinged. And right now that isn’t the part of him you needed. 

He stood from his kneeling position, shaming himself for wasting another second of not being by your side. 

But once he entered, Azriel wasn’t allowed in when he caught up with Madja to your bedroom, yet your door was on a swivel as different faces rushed in and out, each one of them covered in more blood than the last. And could only catch a glimpse of what was occurring past the barrier that kept him from you, though as much as he wanted to disobey Madja, to burst through those doors and hold your hand through all of this, but he knew he would be getting in the way of the care you so desperately needed. 

So he bit his tongue, keeping his feet planted a few feet from the door. 

Hours went by, slowly the rest of the inner circle trickled in, Azriel did not speak to any of them, yet each one brought him in for a tight embrace that he did not refuse. 

They remained sitting in silence as they waited. Feyre held Azriel’s hand tightly, his eyes fixated on the door in front of him. The time felt as though it wasn’t moving at all. He wasn’t even sure if he was blinking, any second now Madja could come out and speak the words that Azriel did not want to hear, but he needed to know something, anything at all. The silence deafening his ears made his skin crawl. 

Why hadn’t they come out yet? 

They sat there for what felt like an eternity before the door opened and Madja stepped through. Everyone stood to their feet, eagerly awaiting the woman’s words.

“This is the worst case of faebane poisoning I have seen in my entire life.” Madja finally spoke, looking around at each member of the inner circle. “Her wounds are easily fixable, but Madok had injected that cursed serum one too many times into her bloodstream, I am surprised she is still alive.” Madja paused, looking directly at Azriel. “I am not certain she will survive much longer.” Azriel froze, and he felt the eyes of his family fall onto him, each one lined with tears. 

“What about the cure? Like I did for Rhys.” Feyre stated, her voice shaky as she clung to her mate. 

“This faebane is not like the one the highlord was hit with, whatever it is- it prolongs the effects, making it harder to combat, Y/N is in a constant fight because her body cannot produce any sort of healing internally because the faebane gets to it first.” Madja finished and Azriel could hear Feyre break down, but he stared at the ground, his tears dripping onto the ground by his feet. “Her healing is trying its hardest, but there is so much in her system that it is killing her, but also prolonging the inevitable. Making it one of the worst forms of torture.” 

“That bastard.” Cassian cursed, knocking over a vase near the entrance. The collection of cries that followed echoed in the hallway.

But Azriel watched as Madja approached him, resting a small hand on his shoulder. “Spend time with her. As much as you can, don’t let her go alone.” 

“I don’t want her to go at all.” Azriel whispered, holding back his emotions as he looked around the room. “Madja there isn’t any way to save her?” 

“Unless her own healing kicks in, we have done all we can.” 

“This isn’t fair.” Azriel stood, removing Madja’s hand from his shoulder. “She should be here with me, if only we didn’t fight. If I was just honest with her from the start, none of this would have happened. She never would have gone to Windhaven, Y/N wouldn’t have to suffer for this family. None of it is fair.” 

“Do not blame yourself for what has happened, this is not because of some fight, nor is it because you couldn’t keep her from leaving. This is because of a grudge held against our Highlord, Y/N did her job as a loyal soldier. She protected this family because she cares for all of you deeply. It is something that you would have done as well.” Azriel knew Madja spoke the truth, but it was something he did not want to accept. As much as he blamed Madok and his men, he also blamed himself. For it all. For letting you slip through his fingers one too many times, for never giving you a chance, for letting you deal with this pain alone. “Azriel. Nothing could have stopped what had occurred, fate can work in our favor but there are times that it works against us. It brings us hope but with hope there is also sorrow.” 

“Can I see her now?” Azriel took in her words, and he knew exactly what Madja was telling him, but he would grieve later.. If it came to it. 

Mother knows he hoped it wouldn’t. 

He pushed past Madja slowly, his arm shaking as he reached for the handle. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see you, but he was terrified to see the state that you were in. The wounds that he wasn’t there to stop. He was used to seeing your smile, the glow that surrounded you, without that it would feel abnormal, it was a fear he never knew he would face, he felt the pain in his heart from thinking about it. 

He didn’t know how long he stood there, or how long his family waited for him to open the door. But it was enough time for a small figure to appear next to him. Somehow without his shadows even noticing, but he could only assume they were distracted. 

“What do you want Elain?” He questioned, not moving his gaze from the door.

“Can we talk? Please, it is important.” He hated the look she was giving him, she was on the verge of tears but yet her eyes looked so empty, like she was faking the emotions she tried so desperately to feel. 

“I don’t have the time for this Elain.” His voice was bitter but he didn’t care. 

“Azriel please.” Elain begged, placing a hand on his forearm. He immediately retracted from her touch, clenching his fists before nodding. 

“Make it quick.”

Azriel followed Elain into a room down the hall. His hands were still shaking, and he couldn’t look anywhere but the door. He needed to get back to you, to be by your side. 

“Azriel?” Her voice was so soft, he barely heard her. He glanced at her, waiting for her to speak. “I know what happened is serious but can we talk about us?” 

“Us? There is no us.” Azriel couldn’t believe the words she spoke. “You pulled me away from my best friend who is currently on the edge of death. To ask me such a stupid question?” 

“I didn’t realize the two of you were still friends.” Elain crossed her arms, ignoring the fact that the situation at hand was serious. 

“She will always be my friend Elain. Y/N helps me in more ways than you ever could.” Azriel repressed the tears that threatened to fall once more. The image of your still body engraved in his memory. “And I am terrified of losing her,” Azriel took a deep breath, realizing what he had to do. “Elain I can’t do this anymore. If you wanted to talk about us, I am done. If I didn’t make it clear before. I am done with all of it.” 

Elain inhaled sharply. “Azriel you can’t mean that.” 

“I do,” He paused, imagining the days it was just you and him, the things he would do just to go back. To relive those moments, maybe then he would make the right choice. “If you didn’t believe me the first time I said it. Y/N is my everything. My mate. I should have been honest with her from the start. I am truly sorry Elain, I tried to be the male you needed but I cannot when the one I love needs me. And I curse myself for only now seeing she needed me this entire time. My only hope is that I can make it up to her when she wakes.” 

Elain was crying but Azriel felt no sympathy for her. “Burn in hell.” She screamed at him. Swinging her arms at him. He took each hit, unphased at her tantrum. 

He softly grabbed her arms, pulling them away from him. “Let that be my fate if Y/N is taken from me. I would rather burn than lose her.” He released his grip, walking past her and back out into the hallway. 

“I am truly sorry for what happened to Y/N. If I knew it was going to be that bad I would have said something sooner.” Elain spoke up. 

Azriel stopped in the hallway, his shadows freezing alongside him. He noticed his family walking toward him, but his mind raced as he narrowed his eyes at Elain as she stepped closer to him. “What are you talking about?” He questioned, clenching his jaw as he spoke. 

Elain recoiled from him, fidgeting with the skirt of her dress. “I had a vision of sorts, a gut feeling that night of our engagement party, the second I smelled her all over you. I saw that she would face troubles on that mountain. But my mind was foggy and I didn’t know.” 

“Your mind was foggy? You’re telling me that the night she left, three days before she was taken, you knew?” Azriel lashed out, slamming her against the wall behind where she stood. He heard Rhys yell his name but he paid no attention to them. 

“I was angry. My soon to be spouse messed around with a stupid whore, why would I want to keep her safe? I know I made a mistake but you have to understand-” 

“Understand? How dare you think I would ever be okay with that choice.” 

“Azriel what is going on?” Cassian asked from behind him, Rhys pulling him away from Elain, and he watched as she hid behind her sisters. 

“Elain knew.” 

Nesta turned to her sister. “Knew what?” 

“She knew Y/N would face troubles on Windhaven but decided it wasn’t important and kept it to herself.” Azriel blurted out, making everyone’s eyes fall to her. 

Azriel watched as Elain shrunk away from her sisters, as each of them turned fully to face her. Cassian released his grip that he had around Azriel’s shoulders, silently cursing to himself. 

“Say it isn’t true Elain.” Feyre spoke and Azriel could tell she was holding back tears, he understood the emotion, he would be heartbroken if his brothers did something as selfish. 

“Feyre, it was an honest mistake.” Elain defended, but by the look on everyone’s face, they did not believe her words. 

“An honest mistake?” Azriel cut in, Cassian’s hand found its way back to his shoulder. Azriel understood his concern, but he would not harm her. It wasn’t worth it. “Risking the life of someone within this family, the life of someone who means so much to everyone, to me. There was no honesty in the choice that you made.” 

“I never wanted to her to get hurt Azriel, I-” 

“Enough!” Azriel snapped. His wings pulled tight behind him, his shadows whirling around in anger. “I am done hearing your pathetic apologies. Leave before I make you myself.” 

“Fine.” Elain whispered before disappearing down the hall, no one moved an inch to follow her. 

But he watched as Feyre and Nesta’s eyes followed Elain’s small figure as it dashed out of sight. Azriel could only sigh before heading for your door. 

With a deep breath he opened it. 

And to his shock when he opened your door, you laid there staring at him. A broken smile across your face. If he wasn’t so eager to be at your side he would have dropped to his knees right at that moment. 

“Y/N” He cried, rushing over to the bedside, wrapping his arms around you so softly, afraid that you might break if he held you too tightly. He kneeled next to you, his hand firmly gripping your own. 

“Hi Az.” Your voice sounded so harsh, your eyes were barely open, and the hand that was entwined with his felt so cold, lifeless. Even though you were awake in front of him, it did not feel right, as if the two of you were living on borrowed time. And something within Azriel told him that something wasn’t right, but looking into your eyes once more, while they were still bloodshot and bruised, he did not want to think of the negatives, you were awake, and it seemed the cauldron was giving him a second chance at a life with you. He would not take advantage of it this time. 

“How are you feeling?” He questioned, rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand. 

“Like absolute garbage. I am pretty sure I will not be able to move for the next three years.” You joked, and Azriel could only stare at you, he felt the tears slip down his cheeks, but he did not take his eyes off of you. “Azriel, what’s wrong?” 

“I thought I lost you, the bond was so weak. Y/n. I thought you died in my arms. I have never experienced such fear before.” 

You squeezed his hand with whatever strength you had. “It was not my intention to scare you Az. But I am fine.” There was something in your voice that Azriel could not decipher but he was too focused on the way your eyes met his. 

“Do not worry about that, all that matters is that you’re okay.” Azriel choked out. “I love you so much, Y/N. I am sorry I did not say it sooner.” 

Azriel felt his soul light up when you smiled at him, though your bruised cheeks limited you, you were still the most beautiful thing he has seen. “Never thought I would hear those words from you.” You whispered. 

Azriel leaned closer to you, resting his head on yours. The two of you closed your eyes as you sat there, soaking up the presence of each other. Azriel could breathe fully once more, each inhale that matched yours soothed the wounds he thought would remain if he lost you. 

He would have stayed there for hours if you hadn’t flinched with the sudden movement. “Let me go find Madja, and tell the others you are awake.” Azriel placed a soft kiss on your head before exiting the room, Madja waiting outside, Azriel offered her a small smile before watching her close the door behind her. 

He saw his brothers first, a wide smile across his face, fresh tears down his cheeks. “She’s awake.” His words felt like a blessing as he spoke them out loud. 

“When can we see her?” Mor asked, her tears matching his own. 

Azriel turned to face your door again, excited to live this new adventure with you, to have all he had ever wanted, his family, you. A life he thought he’d never deserve. 

Azriel tried to speak but no words fell from his lips. He stared blankly at Mor as he again attempted to respond. It was as if the words were stuck within his throat.

Suddenly coldness washed over Azriel, a piercing, numbing feeling that he could not describe. His words were cut short as he stumbled onto the ground. Clutching his chest as if the pain came from beneath his skin. His breath had become shallow. His brothers came to his side, Azriel could see they were speaking to him, but there was no sound. The ringing in his ears cut out all noise. But slowly Azriel’s hearing returned, only to hear Rhys’s voice. 

“Madja what is it?” Rhysand questioned, his voice heard over all the commotion. Azriel looked up to see Madja standing there, her hands placed nervously in front of her. Madja stared at each one of them, her silence creating a certain tension within the hall. She took a deep breath as her eyes landed on Azriel. “I tried my best, I promise. But I couldn’t save her.” 

“Madja what are you saying?” Azriel forced out, afraid of the words that would follow.

He could see the slight build up in her waterline. “Y/N is dead.” 

Azriel’s eyes widened, Madja’s words sinking into his mind like poison. She had to be lying, there was no way he didn’t make it in time but that feeling in his chest remained, the aching pain that spread across his body. 

He struggled to stand, his limbs not quite feeling like his own. The room spun around him, each pair of eyes on him as he ran toward your room. 

When he opened the door he saw you. Your lifeless body laying against the pillows, your pale hand that draped over the side. The one he just held. 

Azriel dropped to his knees and screamed.

His bloodcurdling roar shattered the windows. The sobs that echoed after it filled the deadly silence he felt in his soul. He was unable to lift his body off the ground as he dragged himself to your side, his limbs shaking as he reached for you. His screams were muffled as he buried his face in your chest, the anguish reverberating across his body. “No, please, you can’t leave me.” He held your still body tightly against him, his hands overcome by an uncontrollable tremble as he took in your lifeless features, brushing your hair from your eyes that he adored, the ones that always looked at him with love and affection. But now they were cold and empty, mirroring the feeling he felt within him. Another scream ripped through him, he tried to pull on the bond, but there was nothing, it had disappeared into the darkness. And he was left with the memory of what could have been. “She was o-okay, she was here with me, I felt her.” He cried out, but no words could bring you back.

You were dead. And his world had gone painfully numb. 

He didn’t feel anything, except the dead weight he held so tightly in his arms. 

Azriel hadn’t let go of your body, not when Rhys or Cassian tried to pry him off of you. This could not be your fate, your story did not end here. 

There was so much he wanted to do with you, the life he had dreamed of always had you at his side.

“But how is this possible? She was fine a minute ago.” Azriel heard Mor speak, acknowledging the way her voice broke halfway through. 

Madja stepped forward, placing a small hand on your cold cheek. “ I don’t think she was ever fine. With the last of her strength she kept herself alive to see Azriel one last time. She knew she wouldn’t have made it. And instead of fighting, she decided to let go.” 

“She told me she was fine, Madja. Why would she lie, why wouldn’t she share that pain?” Azriel spoke, still not releasing his grip around you. 

“Even on the edge of death, she cared for you shadowsinger. You. It was only you she worried about, she put your feelings above her own.” 

For as long as he knew you that is all you had ever done, you cared too much for your own good, you always were the one to take care of others. But now it was his turn to take care of you. “She has always been there for me, it's time I finally return the favor.” 

“What are you talking about brother?” Cassian questioned. And if he were being honest, Azriel did not know what he meant either, but something was telling him to not let go just yet. 

And as his brother reached for him, without warning his shadows wrapped around the two of you, a small cocoon forming across your bodies. And  his shadows did something he had never seen before. 

They glowed. 

Like the night sky of Velaris, decorated with stars and the bright moon that highlighted the horizon. Azriel had always known his shadows to be darkness, the embodiment of death itself, but now they glowed with life, yet it wasn’t the brightness of the day but the luring glow of the night. Azriel’s entire body felt light, like he was flying for the first time again but yet he knew his feet were still planted firmly on the ground. He could not hear the voices around him, nor could he see the faces of his friends anymore. 

He begged to the mother, to anyone who would listen as he held onto you, to give you back the life that was so wrongly taken from you. He knew playing with death was dangerous, he knew there would be consequences. 

But this time he did not care, when it came to you, nothing else mattered. 

His shadows moved from his shoulders to yours, caressing your face, swarming your body until only the lids of your eyes were visible through the cloud of night. 

His shadows had helped him throughout all these years, he could only hope they would help him one last time. Whatever they were doing he only prayed it was something good. 

Azriel cradled your body against his, his arms tightly around you, he closed his eyes as he rested his head atop yours. “Please, I don’t want anything more than her, I don’t need anything else. Please.” 

And maybe he had finally done something good. Perhaps the mother had heard him, decided he was worthy. 

Because he felt your chest rise and fall against him, that life filling your lungs, he felt the bond reignite, the thread between you stronger than it was before. Azriel had never moved so quickly before as he did in that moment. When he pulled back, his shadows had made their way back to his body. The light from the room around him seeped in.

But he looked down at you, he would have to thank the mother for the rest of his life. Your eyes stared up at him, alive, moving. Your lips parted slightly as you inhaled deeply, desperate for the air that was taken from you. 

“Azriel.” You whispered. He watched as your eyes focused on him, as if you saw him for the first time again.

And hearing your voice was all it took to make him break. The tears fell with no sign of stopping. But he could not have been happier.

He had everything he could ever need in front of him.

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omg! I’m the anon that sent the addition to your easter blurb and what you added was so sweet. I imagine that Angus would be very nervous to meet readers family but readers parents would LOVE him! I imagine that the readers mom would fuss over him and Angus wouldn’t know how to respond and reader is so embarrassed by it and has to make their mom stop. -📚 (sorry if this is too much of an addition)

no, no, your addition is perfect and i SO agree and i'm going to write a lil something because you have inspired me <3

"do i look okay?"

"for the last time, angus, you look perfectly fine," you cooed at your boyfriend, lifting a hand up to smooth down one of his unruly curls. you were smiling up as you looked over him, admiring his features and the dorky smile on his face as you complimented him, "they're going to love you, my mom begged me you bring you here."

“yeah, but your mom likes the idea of me, what if she hates me when she gets to know me?” he whined, his fingers gripping the tray in his hands a bit tighter—a tray that had a homemade apple pie under the tinfoil, which angus baked under your supervision.

the two of you stood on the front steps of your childhood home, the porch light illuminating you under the setting sun.

“then i guess she’ll hate you,” you murmured as you leaned up and pressed a kiss against his cheek, interrupted by the front door swinging open and your mother interrupting you both.

“happy easter!” she smiled wide as her hands smoothed down the apron she wore, getting her first look at the boy you’d fallen so madly in love with. she was immediately charmed by him, “oh, you must be angus,” she smiled and you already felt yourself growing embarrassed, “come in, come in, it’s chilly out!”

“hi, mom,” you said as you stepped in, looking back to angus who forced himself to smile and act as proper as he could, nervous that he’d mess something up. you were excited for him to be here, you really were, but you also hadn’t admitted how your mother could be… smothering.

you were hoping that she would take a step back, especially after calling her and explaining how you didn’t want her making a big deal out of it. she promised she wouldn’t.

yet, here she was.

“hi, ma’am, it’s to meet you,” he spoke as his hands extended the tray out to your mother, “she taught me how to bake a pie so i thought i’d bring one over for dessert.”

your mother’s eyes had lit up as she accepted the food, “aren’t you just the sweetest, angus,” she smiled, lifting the tray up and taking a peek under the foil, “it looks better than when i make it!” she mused.

angus’ cheeks were bright red as your mother praised him, feeling a bit out of place, but he was enjoying the attention. his fears of being judged were long gone.

you and angus hung your coats up on the rack and moved inside the house, the sounds of your two younger siblings bickering from the living room. they hadn’t bothered introducing themselves and you hadn’t cared to do it for them, instead guiding angus to the dining room.

he’d met your father, a gruff man with a big heart. he was far from smothering, but you could tell that he liked angus a lot because he was yapping to him about everything from sports to school. your father only ever spoke when he was interested in someone, he wasn’t afraid to cut a conversation short.

your siblings had made their plates and shyly greeted angus once everyone sat around the table to eat. everything felt calm — finally. you had thought the worst was over, oh you wished the worst was over.

“so how did you two meet?” your mother prodded as she filled angus’ plate with some food, moving onto your father’s plate after.

your lips twitched before speaking, but angus had beaten you to the punch.

“history class in our freshman year,” he said, glancing to his left to look at you for a second until he returned his attention back to your mom, “she was late to our first class and the only spot open was next to me, then she forgot a pencil to take notes, so she asked me for one,” he grinned, your cheeks burning red.

your mother chided you playfully, “that’s my girl, a bit frazzled, but she makes it work,” she laughed, earning snickers from your younger siblings who you shushed with a sneer.

“i was only late once—“

“and when did you two start dating? was it love at first sight?” she continued.

“mom—“

“honey, it’s a fair question! i want to know all about how you met our future son-in-law!”

“mom!”

angus smiled as he looked between you and your mother, finding the entire conversation amusing. he was no longer nervous or worried about fitting in, your parents—mother, in particular—made it very clear he was apart of the family now.

“i asked her out this past december,” he jumped into the conversation, “i’d liked her for quite some time then and figured that if i didn’t bite the bullet someone else would.”

you looked up at angus as he spoke, your first time hearing about his worries over missing a chance with you. it made your heart flutter.

“trust me when i say this,” your mother smiled, looking between you and angus from the head of the table, “she’s been calling me and talking about you since the day she met you, i’m certain she would’ve turned down every boy until you asked her.”

you whined quietly to yourself, “mom, i’m never telling you anything again,” you complained.

“well, i certainly hope i hear about your wedding before it happens!” she huffed playfully.

“we’ll be sure to tell you,” angus humoured her, earning a delighted laugh from your mom.

as you sat there, it was easy to complain about the embarrassment you felt over your mother’s overbearing love. she meant well and you were certain that angus appreciated every little comment, it wasn’t always easy to deal with your overbearing mother.

when you looked up at angus again, you could see the happiness sparkling in his eyes as he chatted with your mother.

you couldn’t wait until the next family dinner.

[klausysworld]

You can do headcanons about being pregnant with Hope Mikaelson (the reader is her birth mother) and Klaus Mikaelson starting to fall for you and getting jealous whenever Elijah is around you.

Klaus jealous of Elijah & his prego girl:

Klaus had liked you before he slept with you. Yes it was only a one night stand but he still enjoyed your company so the pregnancy wasn’t the worst case scenario

You two would speak sometimes and you were both very friendly towards each other, you didn’t give him disappointed looks for his choice of actions you simply told him “if you did it for our baby then i’m not going to judge you” that meant a lot to him. It meant that to an extent you trusted him, you trusted your and your baby’s life with him.

It was the day that he had slaughtered a load of witches that had threaten your life that he thought you would think him a monster and yet you sat with your hand on his and looked him right in the eye and said the words that meant everything to him “I’m so proud of you Klaus” he was so overwhelmed by everything that was going on that day that he couldn’t help the tears that slipped down his cheeks

Since that day he couldn’t deny the feelings he had for you, he knew you were right for him, you were going to be the one to love him unconditionally.

But then Elijah started spending more time with you, giving you warm smiled and doing little house tasks to better your day.

Klaus would watch with a deathly glare as Elijah presented you with a cooked brunch. He stormed of the room purposely slamming the door behind him.

He realised maybe he wasn’t being obvious enough for his brother to understand so he decided to stake him claim on you

Arm around you as he walked you around the compound, hand on your thigh or legs on his lap whenever you sat down

A hand would often be found on your growing baby bump or playing with your hair while you read you book or watched TV.

The next few times he spotted Elijah attempting to do anything to you he would snatch the recourses from his hands “leave her be Elijah, she is not yours to care for”

To which Elijah argues “i was under the impression that she was not yours either”

Cue a very harshly whispered argument until you walked in the room for the drink you’d asked for an hour ago “honestly you’d think two originals would manage to grab a glass between them” “sorry love”

A few more months into the pregnancy you had approached Klaus with a request “you know how you like art and our child is gonna be as amazing as you are?” “what is it you would like my love?” “could you paint me while i’m pregnant? i want a reminder of this time and i’d prefer you to paint it than a photo…it means more”

He practically jumped out his seat to drag you to his art room “you should be naked sweetheart it shows your natural form better” you laughed at that and told him next time, instead you wore a simple white dress and he managed to make you look more elegant than you’d ever imagines and the look on your face was the most heartwarming thing he had ever witnessed

He made sure Elijah saw the painting and made a deal out of asking if he could paint you nude soon, you would often play along and ask how he would like you waiting for him. You failed to notice the hitch of his breath and the tent in his pants after that conversation.

Whenever the baby kicked he would kneel before you whispering sweet nothings to your child. He made an extra point of peppering your whole stomach with kisses if Elijah was in the room

Sometimes he would stand behind you, your back to his chest while he gently held you stomach up with his hands carefully placed underneath the bump, he kept the door wide open knowing that you would let out a pleasured sigh or even a light moan at the relief of the weight being lifted. He could hear his brothers growl form the next room and would grin triumphantly

Sometimes Klaus would see how far he could push it. When he knew you were comfortable with him enough sometimes he would give you kisses on your neck, often you assumed them to be playful but it was clear he was marking you when he would suck at you flesh until you moaned his name unconsciously and tilted your head for him. This always happened when you spoke to Elijah too much and you often found yourself purposely doing it so that Klaus would lick and bite at your throat.

When you finally went into labour Klaus made sure nobody else saw you, nobody touched you, nobody spoke to you or got to see the baby for nearly a week. You and your new daughter were his only priorities. You didn’t have to leave your bed at all, he did every single thing you wanted.

One of his favourite tasks was definitely when you wanted to breast feed, he would bring your daughter up to you and would intently watch as you removed your top and moved the blanket to cover yourself “no need to hide yourself sweetheart, it’s only me” he would mutter with a small lick of his lips.

When your breasts felt sore he would immediately come to you aid “let me massage them for you love, you’ll feel much better” “perhaps our little girl isn’t drinking enough, i can feel the milk still, would you like me to drink the rest? might make them feel lighter” you weren’t sure if he was kidding or not but you would still respond with a sarcastic comment which would be cut off with a moan as he rubbed your aching nipples

Eventually he allowed people to come see you and your daughter, Rebekah was over the moon, Kol wasn’t particularly bothered and Elijah learnt that he must be careful with how close he tried to get to what was hid brothers.

[elli3sgf]

★ boxer!ellie headcanons

first post ever :o these r balls but i was bored n wanted to post something so . . .

— boxer!ellie x reader (gf)

lowercase intended

★ ellie is an infamous bare-knuckle boxer, in some dingy, underground fight club within jackson.

★ of course the first rule of any fight club, is don’t talk about said fight club. and that applied to you too - a pretty girl like you should never be mixed up in a mess like that, therefore she had no plans on telling you anything about it.

★ she’d persistently lie and tell you the cuts and bruises littered across her face and hands were from patrol - you believed her of course, it made sense.

★ that was until cat, who was also a part of the same hobby, had accidentally ran her mouth and you flew straight back to ellie to interrogate her on the matter.

★ at first she’d try to deny it.

. . . “the fuck are you talking about?”

. . . “cat told me, ellie.”

. . . “cat’s a cunt.. and a liar.”

★ but you quickly learned the truth after doing some snooping. you weren’t mad she kept it from you, although you were beyond worried for her, this ‘hobby’ was far from safe.

★ ellie totally banned you from attending her brawls despite your pleas to go with her, to make sure she’d be okay, clean her up if need be. she wouldn’t let you see her like that.

★ because with you, and only you, ellie was gentle. to others, not so much. she was snappy, short-tempered, blunt, easily frustrated. but never with you - she had the biggest soft spot for you.

. . . “sweet girl”

. . . “hey pretty”

. . . “baby”

★ when she wasn’t getting caught up in her bad habit, she would often find herself painting or drawing, usually stuff for you. she loveddd the way your eyes would light up when she handed you one of her sketches or silly doodles, signed with a <3

★ she also loved space, planets, stars. no one would have guessed that asshole ellie williams would be into that, nor would she tell anyone, only you knew.

. . . she told the stars about you

★ she has the worst swearing habit, not only because of her short-temper, but because the words were naturally ingrained into her vocabulary.

★ of course ellie is strong. toned muscles, abs and all. she used that to her advantage around you, never letting you do any hefty work.

. . . “ellie. i’m perfectly capable of moving a couple bricks.”

★ even after a not so victorious fight or a shitty day, she’s still so gentle and patient with you, never letting a loss and her consequential frustration affect her tone with you.

★ she'd sometimes come home late, early hours in the morning and see you passed out on her couch after you'd attempted to stay awake until she came back. you didn't live together though you spent a lot of time at her house and that's what you'd been doing that day, before she'd had to leave for a couple hours. when she got back, she'd pick you up and lightly lift you onto her bed, gently brushing loose strands of hair from your face and admiring your pretty features.

★ she is incredibly protective of you. if a dude looks a you the wrong way, she can’t keep her mouth closed.

. . .“the fuck are you staring at, prick, huh?”

★ if somebody touches you, tries to hurt you, she sees red. she’ll have them on the floor beating the absolute shit out of them.

. . .”don’t you ever lay a fucking finger on her ever the fuck again. that clear? or do i need to dent your thick skull you fucker.”

★ since you couldn’t go to a fight with ellie, you still made yourself as useful as possible. as much as you hated her habit, you still made sure to take care of her as best as you could.

★ you’d have her sit on the edge of her bathtub, and slot yourself between her legs, her hands rested on the back of your thighs. you would blot her face with a dampened cloth, while she would run her hands up and down your thighs, then up to the curve of your waist, thumbs rubbing small circles on your skin, loving the way your heart would quicken and your cheeks would heat up, painted with a pretty pink.

★ beneath that cold, sharp exterior on display for everyone else, ellie was so unbelievably in love with you. most people ‘round jackson believed she was far from capable of loving.

if only they knew her like you do.

[mayajadewrites]

Sweet Secret (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x F! Reader CEO Levi Ackerman coming in hot. I've been wanting to write a CEO Levi/Sugar daddy Levi story for a hot minute. Enjoy! Summary: You needed a job. Ackerman Inc was hiring for an in house assistant for none other than the CEO: Levi Ackerman. He's known to be essentially the worst to work with, you decide to take the job and take on the challenge that is Levi Ackerman. Will your relationship remain professional, or will their be monetary value added to the stakes? Or possibly even... love? ao3 Chapter Four: Glance

Beep. Beep. Beep.

For such a small phone the volume is very powerful. You jolted awake and looked at the time: 6:15AM. You wanted to give yourself more than enough time to get ready for your first day.

As you yawn and stretch your limbs, you spot a tea mug at your nightstand again. Chamomile. 

Why does Levi keep sneaking in your room, and why do you not wake up when he enters? 

You shake your head, trying to get rid of the questions in your head. You take a sip of the tea, immediately feeling the calming relief of the flavor.

Your morning shower was just as glorious as it was yesterday. The warm water hitting your skin helps your body wake up as your thoughts wander to what your first day will be like.

Will your coworkers like you?

Will Levi be harsh on you? 

You picked out one of the outfits Levi bought you yesterday - black pixie pants with the patent black pointed-toe heels, paired with a flattering white blouse. 

You kept your makeup and hair simple: half up, half down for your hair and light makeup. 

Vanilla, your favorite scent, floods your nostrils as you spray your favorite perfume on your skin. 

In the mirror, you stare at yourself. You’re proud of how far you’ve come, how you took a leap of faith and accepted this job.

You look down at your phone for the time: 7:15AM.

With your tote bag over your shoulder, you make your way downstairs with your tea.

Levi is dressed in a freshly pressed black suit with a slate grey necktie that matches his eyes. He peers up through his hair to look at you before sitting up. 

You were half expecting him to say something about your outfit, but that’s wishful thinking. 

“Good morning.” You offer a smile. “Thank you again for the tea.”

Levi nodded as he stood up slowly, grabbing your cup from your hand. “We’re gonna stop for coffee on the way in. I promised Hange’s blind ass I would get them some.” 

“Hange…?” You tilt your head.

“She’s the VP for Ackerman Inc. You can’t miss her, she’s tall with a voice that only a mother could love.”

“Got it.” You nod. “I’m ready when you are.” 

You browsed the menu of the coffee shop quickly, picking out an iced latte you wanted to try. 

You pull out your card to pay, when that familiar hand grabs your wrist again. 

“Why is your wallet out?” Levi handed the cashier his card. 

“It’s the least I could do -“

“Listen to me.” Levi pulled you aside, his voice in a deeper tone. “When you’re with me, I better not see that damn card in your hands. Do you understand?”

“It’s just a coffee, I don’t see why-“

“You pay for nothing when you’re with me.” Levi’s eyes are staring into yours, and for the first time you feel like he’s looking into your soul. 

You don’t want to be his charity case. He’s already letting you live at his home, he bought you new outfits, and he provides food. The last thing you want is him thinking you need him to survive.

“I don’t like having to owe anyone anything.”

“When did I say you owe me?” Levi looks at you again. “That’s a question.”

“You didn’t, but-“

“Okay then.” Levi clears his throat. “So you understand, correct?” 

You nod, too lost in his concrete eyes to argue. 

Stop it. He’s your boss.

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At 8 AM on the dot, Levi pulls into the parking garage for valet. You see other people, assuringly his associates, walking in as well. They all look so put together - not a hair out of place. 

You spot Petra, the receptionist from the other day.

“Good morning!” She sings your name, jogging up to you. “First day right?”

“Yeah.” You nod, grabbing the tray of coffees. You weren’t gonna let Levi hold these. This is the CEO we’re talking about.

“You’ll do great.” She puts her hand on your shoulder. “Good morning Mr. Ackerman!” 

“Morning.” Levi says flatly as he catches up to you. 

“Are you excited about the investors coming today?”

“I wouldn’t use the word ‘excited’.” Levi sips his tea. 

“Short stuffffffffff!” You hear someone yell from the other side of the parking garage. “Do you have my coffee?!”

“It’s right here, four eyes.” This man has a way with nicknames. 

“Oh you got a cute assistant!” Hange offered their hand. “My name is Hange Zoe, VP of Ackerman Inc. Nice to meet you! I hope this runt doesn’t run you out of here.” 

“Hange.” Levi stared at their face. “I don’t run any assistants out.”

“Sureeeeee.” Hange winked, grabbing the coffee from the tray. “Thanks for the coffee! See you at the investors meeting!”

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Levi brings you to the 4th floor where his office as well as your desk will be. You pass some friendly faces, some not so much. 

“This is your desk. My office is right there.” He points to the left of your desk. You nod as you set your bag and coffee down, careful not to let any of the liquid spill on the desk.

“Your company laptop is in the drawer,” Levi added. “I already had it set up for you, you should have access to everything.”

“Okay.” You nod as you slide the drawer open and spot the brand new MacBook. 

“Don’t say anything, I didn’t pick the brand.” Levi started walking to his office. You watched his back muscles move underneath his suit. His broad shoulders are almost begging for your touch.

No. 

Absolutely not.

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The investors meeting is as boring as anything, but it’s interesting watching Levi in a business atmosphere. He’s cold to them, not very much of a schmoozer. That’s more of Hange’s job. 

You also meet Levi’s right hand man, Erwin Smith. He’s tall with blonde hair and blue eyes, definitely a man that any woman would drool over. He compliments Levi so well, where Levi is abrasive, Erwin is soft. 

You’re typing notes as they speak, being careful not to miss anything Levi says. As you type, you feel a pair of eyes boring into you.

When you look up, it’s Levi that’s burning a hole in your skin. He looks away quickly once you catch him, a slight shade of red gracing his cheeks. 

Levi Ackerman? THE Levi Ackerman is blushing?

“I’m glad we could make a deal, gentlemen.” Erwin stands up, shaking the investors hands. 

“We believe in Ackerman Inc.” One of the men says. “You guys are a great team.”

You close your laptop gently, walking to Levi’s side. You’re not sure how to act since you caught him staring at you, but you must remain professional. 

“Send me those notes ASAP.” Levi didn’t look up from his phone. His eyebrow furrowed at the text on his screen.

You nod, pushing the door open to the hallway. For once, Levi doesn’t stop you and open the door for you. He stays in the conference room with his eyes glued to his phone.

At your desk, numerous associates come up to you.

“Welcome to hell!” A long haired man said.

“Eren, give her a break!” The blonde chimed in. “Hi, I’m Armin. This is Erin and Mikasa.” 

You turn to the other two, noticing Mikasa has similar attributes to Levi. They have similar eyes and hair, you take note.

“We heard you’re Mr. Ackerman’s new assistant.” Eren leans on your desk. “Good luck.”

“Eren.” Mikasa hits his arm lightly. “Levi isn’t that bad.”

“You’re only saying that because he’s your cousin.” Eren rolled his eyes.

Makes sense. 

“Get back to work.” Levi’s voice boomed in the office. Eren, Armin, and Mikasa dispersed to their desks. You press ‘send’ to email the notes to Levi.

You watch him walk right past your desk to his office, not even taking a glance at you. 

Why was he acting like this now? Does he think you’re doing a bad job? Does he regret hiring you?

You try to go on with your work day as best you can, trying to let the negative thoughts evaporate into the air.

[smolghostbot]

Unlucky Clover

... Yeah I wasn't getting to sleep until I posted this. It's been a rough two days, so enjoy the combination of my two Normal brain cells, size scenarios and vampires.

Word Count: 2.1k

CWs: pretty heavy fearplay, and it’s a sizey story with a vampire, obviously mouthplay/vore energy

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The snow began to fall, and Clover quickly ran towards the nearby human house. Luckily, she had plenty of provisions, but she needed to escape the cold quickly or she’d freeze in this weather. As she entered the house through a hole in the siding, she was pleased to discover that it appeared to be heated, and even the space between the walls was warmed thanks to the insulation. As she sat down and curled up for warmth, waiting for her body to recover, she came to a decision that this house would be the perfect new base until the spring.

-

It was early in the evening when Nix noticed that they weren’t alone in their house. It was easy for them to smell the scent of fresh blood, but this was no pack of mice… this blood was human. Following the scent lead to a random wall, against the outside of the house. Perhaps somebody was laying against the siding? thought Nix, but it was far too cold for them to bother checking. Besides, they could wait a few more days before their next meal.

-

It took three days for Nix to finally spot the little intruder. They hardly believed their eyes as they saw her running behind their furniture. At first, they thought it was some kind of hallucination, but the scent confirmed that it was definitely real. It seemed like they had a borrower setting up shop in their house.

-

It had been two weeks, but Nix had finally spotted the little nuisance again. For the last two weeks, small objects had been disappearing around their house, which they could only conclude was due to their little “housemate”. When they saw her, the little intruder was scurrying towards a hole in the wall, holding a few hair clips in her arms as she ran.

“You know, you’re not very good at sneaking,” said Nix, a playful tone in their voice. They saw the borrower’s spine tingle, before she ran even faster into the hole in the wall.

-

It took Clover a few days to work up the nerve to leave again after that incident. This human seemed to be… more nocturnal than most humans, waking up at sunset and going to sleep before the sunrise. Clover had heard of a “night shift” job, and figured this human must have one.

There were a few other oddities as well, including the human’s distinct lack of food in their pantry, but that wasn’t enough to deter Clover. After all, she was an outdoor borrower, she was able to go out and forage for enough food to last her.

It was almost sunrise, and Clover knew the human was probably on their way to sleep. She just needed some fabric, and she knew the human had dropped a sock behind the dryer a few days ago. All she had to do was get to the laundry room and grab it and she’d have the material for a perfect winter coat.

Making sure that the human was out of the room, she began her trek, moving along the walls of the dark house. She got most of the way through the hallway, in an area with nowhere to hide, before the worst possible thing happened.

There was a moment as Clover stared fearfully at the human, taking in their appearance. This human was pale, that was the first thing she noticed. Their eyes were a bright red, almost seeming to glow, but surely that was just a trick of the light. They wore casual pajamas, just a baggy shirt and short pants, a far cry from the nice suits or dresses the human would normally wear before going out. After what felt like both seconds and years, the human spoke again, the second time they had spoken to the borrower.

“You.”

Clover was thrown off-guard as the human seemed to move at a superhuman speed, wrapping both of their giant hands around the borrower. Cold, was the first thought Clover had. Perhaps the human had been outside recently? No, that wasn’t right. Nothing was right here. Clover stared at the human fearfully as they began to speak.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here? If it isn’t the little thief who’s been running around my house.”

As they spoke, Clover stared, wide-eyed, as she finally noticed the gigantic canine teeth of their captor. It was all starting to click… this wasn’t the house of a human at all…

“What’s wrong, little thief? Cat got your tongue? Or are you incapable of speaking?”

Clover blinked back to attention. Speaking to humans was expressly forbidden… but Clover was never one for rules.

“I… can speak…” hesitantly murmured the borrower, almost too quiet for a human to hear. However, at this point she knew she was talking to no ordinary human.

“Ah!” exclaimed Nix, a clear teasing tone in their voice, “It’s intelligent after all. Well, as intelligent as somebody can be when they break into the home of a vampire.”

Vampire. Clover had known it to be true, but to hear it out loud made her skin crawl. She had heard legends of vampires, humans given a thirst for blood in exchange for immortality. It was said that vampires needed to kill dozens of humans a year to quench their thirst… and humans had a lot more blood than borrowers did.

Nix quickly interrupted the borrower's thoughts as they continued to speak. “Please, I know I’m quite attractive, but surely you know it’s rude to stare,” teased Nix, as they moved the borrower to a single hand, holding the borrower ever closer to their mouth, grinning wide with their fangs out.

“I… I… I…” was all Clover could stutter, as she stared in fear as the gigantic fangs, each one half the size of the small borrower.

“Oh? It seems like the little thief found her voice again. What were you saying?” said Nix, as they moved the borrower even closer.

“I… d-didn’t know…” spoke Clover, who was starting to tremble from fear. From this close, she could smell the faint metallic scent coming from the vampire’s mouth.

“You didn’t know? Didn’t know what, little thief?”

“I didn’t know… you were… a v-v-v…” Clover stammered fearfully.

“Oh! A vampire! Is that what you’re trying to say? It’s so hard to understand you with that stutter of yours,” spoke Nix, playfully poking Clover’s nose (or rather, her whole face) with the index finger of their free hand.

Clover could only nod, her voice caught in her throat. As Nix began to laugh, Clover recoiled back, pressing her body against the far side of the vampire’s tight grip.

“I… I d-didn’t know…” repeated Clover, as if in shock. “A-are you… g-going to kill me?"

“Well, I suppose it doesn’t matter what you knew or didn’t, because now you’re here, in the hands of a vampire,” said Nix, a devious smile still plastered on their face.

“Y-you didn’t an-” Clover went to speak again, but was swiftly interrupted by the vampire as they continued mocking the borrower.

“I’ll be honest with you… you smell absolutely delicious, you little thief,” continued Nix, their tone playful yet predatory. “You know, it’s been a week or so since I’ve fed… and while you certainly aren’t a meal, you’d surely be a good little snack…” said Nix, as Clover trembled in fear, staring at the fangs which may soon rip her apart.

This is it, thought Clover. I’m going to die.

“Maybe if I had enough of you… tell me, little one, you wouldn't have any friends nearby, would you?” asked the vampire. They knew the answer, but wanted to hear this intruder admit it. As Clover fearfully shook her head, Nix continued, “Ah, a shame then. I guess you really are all alone, huh? Just you and me, here in this house… far from anyone who could hear you…”

Finally, Clover regained her composure just enough to speak just one simple statement, voice soft and weak as tears welled in her eyes. “I… d-don’t want to die…”

At this, Nix stared at Clover, continuing to grin that sharp grin as their glowing red eyes looked at their captive. They adjusted their grip on the borrower, holding her between their index finger and thumb, which was still enough to keep her completely unable to escape.

“Don’t worry, my dear, it will only hurt for a moment” cooed the vampire, as if soothing a child about to get a needle. They slowly, deliberately raised the now-sobbing borrower to their mouth, bringing her right up to their fang, close enough that the borrower could reach out and touch it. As Clover cowered, she heard the vampire vocalize, a sound which shook their entire mouth, including the borrower now inside it.

“Hmmmm…”

And then, before she knew it, Clover was brought out of the vampire’s mouth, and dangled in front of their eyes by her leg. She would shout in pain, if she had any fight left in her. Instead, she could only stare at the giant red eye in front of her, waiting to see what was happening.

“You know, I was hoping for a little more fight out of you. No yelling, screaming, not even kicking? Just going to lie back and accept your fate, huh?”, said the vampire, in an almost casual tone, a far cry from their tone only seconds ago.

Clover could only continue to wordlessly stare at the vampire’s eye, unsure what they wanted her to say.

“You know, I’ve seen a lot of different reactions to my little games. Begging, pleading, fighting. But you? One weak little ‘I d-don’t want to die’”, Nix said, imitating the borrower’s voice with extreme precision, “and then you just cower. Is that just how you little things are? Ready to accept death at the slightest threat?”

“N-n-no…” was all Clover could say, forcing the word out of her mouth.

“N-n-no” mimicked the vampire, again perfectly mirroring the little borrower’s voice before rolling their eyes and speaking again in their own voice, “Seriously, you have to work on that stutter, my dear, it makes you sound even more pathetic than you already are.”

Dangling by her leg, tears stinging her eyes, and face-to-face with a monster that was now mocking her, the little borrower became almost completely unresponsive. Nix shook their little captive around, before continuing. “You know, if you’re going to be this boring, it makes me wonder if you’re even worth the effort to kill. I was expecting a little more of a thrill than this, weren’t you?”

Clover didn’t respond, until Nix shook her again, their voice growing more firm, “I asked you a question. Weren’t you expecting a little more of a thrill?”

“Y-yes… I mean, n-no…” said Clover, reignited with fear after hearing the change in the vampire’s tone.

“Well, that answer tells me nothing. You know what? You’re officially no fun. Do you know what that means?” asked Nix, that familiar devious grin on their face. Clover desperately tried to hide her face from the vampire, only to be shocked when she found herself being lowered to the ground. After being released, roughly landing on her shoulder blades before flipping around, Clover could only stare up at the vampire, wondering what her fate would be, before Nix spoke again.

“It means that I want you out of my sight. Now.” spoke Nix, though there was still a hint of playfulness in their voice. “Well? Are you waiting for me to pick you back up, or are you going to go scurry away somewhere?”

Clover was... confused. She had just accepted her death at the hands, or rather mouth, of a vampire, and now she was being set free? Despite her better judgment, she fearfully asked a question, taking a moment to compose herself so as not to stutter.

“You’re… not going to kill me?”

Nix leaned down and grinned before replying, “Hm? Did you want me to?”

“N-no, no, I just…”

Nix waved their hand dismissively before replying, “You have until I wake up to get the hell out of my house. After that, you’re fair game. Now scram, and think twice before stealing people’s things again, you pest!”

Clover wasted no time scrambling to her feet and starting to back away fearfully. “Y-yes sir, uh, ma’am, uh…”

“The more you stutter on, the more I’m regretting letting you go,” Nix said, as they turned around and began walking towards their bedroom. “And you don’t want me to regret this.”

Clover understood the message loud and clear, as she ran to her little hidey-hole and quickly packed only the essentials for her expedition to find a new place to live. The outdoors would prove challenging this time of year, but surely it was better than staying with a vampire.

-

Nix chuckled as they entered their bedroom. By now, the little pest was probably down the block. To think, she thought they would eat her. While Nix was a vampire, they’d never drain somebody dry, even a little thief like that. What kind of mindless beast did she take them for? Regardless, hopefully they had given her a good scare, and a lesson on being more sneaky when borrowing. After all, not everybody would be as kind as they were…

[thecuriousquest]

Playing with Fire

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug

Warnings: Platonic Yandere themes, Dabi is intimidating, being held somewhere against will, runaway teen

Request: Mabye C1 for yandere older brother dabi? (Love ur writing btw 🫶🏽)

Prompt: “Don’t play with fire if you don’t want to burn.”

Master List here.

Yandere Alphabet Prompt here.

Note: I don’t really like how this turned out. I’m sorry if it’s shitty. 😭

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You’re sick of it. You’re so tired of being treated like a baby day in and day out. Even Shoto, who is only a year older than you, treats you like a little girl. The worst one, even worse than your father, is Dabi. He treats you like you still sleep with a nightlight in your room.

Coming home from school, you walk in and find Dabi and Shoto in an argument. Good, they’re distracted. You sneak your way up to your room and really contemplate if this is what you want to do. You’ve been thinking about running for over a year now. You’ve saved up some money. You could get a job if you’re fast enough.

Deciding it’s what’s best for you, you sneak out of your room with your backpack that’s been ready to go since you first came up with a plan.

Sadly for you, nothing ever goes accordingly.

———

Sitting on a curb in the poorer districts of town, you take out a protein bar as you wait for the bus. Your best bet was getting as far away from your house as you could, and but the further you walked, you found yourself in unfamiliar territory.

There are all types of people walking around out here, and one in particular belongs to the same organization as Dabi, an organization you have no idea about.

A large lizard man, Spinner, recognizes you as Dabi’s “baby sister”. Not exactly sure of what to do, he walks up to you and grabs you by the arm, pulling you up off of the curb.

You drop your snack in the process and glare up at him.

“Hey, what gives, jerk?! Let go of me!”

“What’s a young thing like you doing out on these streets? Your big brother isn’t gonna be happy when he finds out about this.”

Those words immediately cause your blood to curl and freeze.

“How do you know him?” you whisper, timidly.

He shows his sharp teeth upon answering you. “Doesn’t matter. If he finds out I spotted you out here and I didn’t tell him, my ass is ash. We’re going back to Shig’s place. Come on.”

He pulls you along, backpack strapped.

“No, no, I’m not going back!” You ball your fist up and try to punch him, anything to make him let go. None of it works as he pulls you along to some run down bar.

Spinner pushes you towards a barstool.

“Who’s this brat? She looks like such a lovely young lady!” Twice questions and declares all at once.

Shigaraki looks at you and Spinner with a quirked eyebrow behind his mask. “Don’t tell me you’ve got a kid now.”

“Gross, as if,” is your haughty reply.

“Not my kid. She’s Dabi’s little sister, and apparently a runaway too. I don’t have my phone on me. Thought I could use someone’s to call Fireball.”

Everyone suddenly goes quiet, knowing how important you are to Dabi.

Magna, knowing better than to do nothing, is the one who takes out her phone and dials your big brother’s number.

“No!” In a fit of anger and panic, you shoot an icicle at his phone. The sharp dagger goes through it, pinning the electronic device to the wall right in between two bottles of liquor.

Shigaraki stands back watching everything happen. He’s slightly impressed with your accuracy, but Himiko is less than impressed with you almost stabbing her big sister.

Himiko takes out her blades, taking a threatening step towards you. Tomura sticks his hand out, keeping the blonde girl from doing anything rash.

“Lock her up in one of the back rooms. Twice, guard it. Don’t hurt her either. You know he’ll burn this place down if even a hair is out of place on the brat.”

———

Crying and pounding on the door of the windowless room to be let out, you quiet down upon hearing a very familiar voice lighting up the bar.

Oh no…Touya-nii is already here.

You try your hardest to create an icicle barrage, casting them towards a wall. It does nothing but shred wood at an irritatingly slow pace. What’s worse is that there’s a wall of concrete behind the wooden panels, and you sink down in a corner as your fate is sealed.

The door bursts open, and in walks your pissed off big bro.

“The fuck is wrong with you, bitch?! You fucking left? Left?! Like it was no big deal?! Answer me!”

As hard as you try, you can’t think of anything to say.

Dabi picks you up and roughly shoves you up against the wall, crouching down so that he’s eye level with you. He keeps a hand on the collar of your jacket, pinning you against the wall so that you’re barely standing on your toes. All of the rage swirling in those electric cobalt eyes are clear as the bright blue sky, and you find your own eyes welling with tears.

“I’m…tired of you treating me like a little girl.”

“You ARE a little girl. What? You got mad and thought you could just run away from me like a stupid little shit? Fucking can’t believe this right now. First Shoto, now you.”

“Let go of me! You’re scaring me!”

“No, you can shut up! You are my baby sister, and you always will be. After this, you’re never leaving my fucking sight again. If you try anything like this in the future, I will hunt you down. I’ll kill anyone who gets in the way. Do you understand me?!”

As he rants, his hand on you grows warmer and then hotter. The heat uncomfortably pricks at your skin until it builds up to a burn.

You bring your feet up, placing them on your big brother’s hips, pushing him away with the strength only pure adrenaline can offer. It causes him to take a few steps back and drop you at the same time. You run towards the door, only to see a line of fire shoot past you, narrowly missing your head.

Dabi blocks off your exit.

Hands shaking, brows knit with worry, eyes wide with fear, you turn around and look up at him.

“Hasn’t anyone ever told you that you shouldn’t play with fire if you don’t want to burn?”

[moirtre]

‎ ‎ ⋆⠀⠀&.⠀⠀٬⠀⠀❝ 1 : 37 AM :   BROKEN SILENCE. ❞  ‎ ‎ ┉       

i heard you on the phone last night. we live and die by pretty lies, you know it, we both know it. these silver bullet cigarettes, this burning house, there's nothing left.⠀–— from, “Nothing Breaks Like a Heart - Mark Ronson & Miley Cyrus”

&.⠀⠀CHARACTERS⠀⠀┉⠀⠀*⠀SOHN NARYUN, MELANIE BAE, MIN HERI, SOHN NARAE, JEONG KARIN, WILLIAM KIM. &.⠀⠀WORD COUNT⠀⠀┉⠀⠀*⠀2.5K &.⠀⠀WARNINGS⠀⠀┉⠀⠀*⠀car accident, blood, hospitalization, unhealthy dynamics. &.⠀⠀NOTES⠀⠀┉⠀⠀*⠀a closer look at the heri-melanie dynamic. narae can be found at @viriditic! one of my favorite things i've written in a hot minute. this has been canon since like 2021 and it's finally leaving my brain. i'm getting "melanie, don't fuck with me" tatted as we speak, that's gold!

Naryun feels the spinning of her head before she hears the ringing in her ears. 

The disorientation throws her for a loop as her conscious screams at her to get up. To do something. She figures something is all wrong when her body can’t seem to understand what her nerves are trying to say. They scream and scream at her legs to push themselves up from her spot; all crumpled on the hard, unforgiving ground. They cry and cry at her neck to swivel itself in a direction— any direction possible; it refuses. 

Slowly, she begins to make sense of the chilled grass beneath her, starting to thaw from the heat she feels is escaping her at such a speed she thought was just an exaggeration the true crime stories used to describe the hopeless helplessness she feels at the very moment.

Her fingers dig into the ground, feeling the dirt blend into the carefully manicured prettiness of her nails. It’s an ugly contrast that barely manages to shock her as her eyes peel themselves open. Even if it had shocked her, she wasn’t sure her brain would have been able to process the emotion.

The stabbing tingle of her fingers pulls her hazy attention away from the ground and to the metal on her tongue. The tang of her blood trickles down her chin so slowly it nearly itches. Her eyes can barely bring themselves to fully adjust to the scene in front of her with all of the lights blinding her vision and that god-awful ringing in her ears. 

The ringing was supposed to be the worst part. 

The inability to process anything besides the dirt underneath her frigid body was supposed to be the worst part.

Instead, the worst part was that she couldn’t bring herself to want to fix it. As if the warming grass beneath her had consumed every fiber of her will, Naryun had no interest in fixing the disorientation or the frigidity. And she definitely had no interest in stopping the ringing that spun her mind and made her nerves scream in an endless loop that made her feel absolutely mad with suffering. 

A scream finds a way to escape the confines of her hoarse throat. Slipping through the reddened glow of her whitened teeth and out of her body with such force it rips her voice away from her. The second scream comes as a lower groan and the third is lower still. It is the strength of her whispers that finally tear her will from her. The lights and the ringing begin to still before she can attempt to make sense of them. Stillness—and her sister comfort—embrace Naryun into a void that welcomes her so gently that she doesn’t even miss the ringing in her ears.

It must be hours later when Naryun is finally coaxed out of stillness and back into awareness. Her body shivers from the cold and her nose flares as it takes in the sterility of the hospital air. The mattress beneath her is just as cold as the grass she had last felt the ringing. The ringing itself is gone, though she now longs for its return instead of the screaming she can’t quite register from outside of the hospital room door. The inability to register the words thrown amid argument cannot hide the voices the words belong to— even in her state of slow consciousness. 

With a groan, she reaches for the button she’s sure is not too far from her side. The buzz of the alert is fuzzy and barely recognized as she attempts to block out the insults spinning around her head. A young nurse rushes over to the newly alert idol, slowly taking in the sight of her hands covering her ears with her eyes gently adjusting to the fluorescent LED lights hanging overhead. 

“Miss—”

“Please tell the divas with the dyed hair to shut the fuck up.”

She throws in a gentle smile to soften the harshness of her words, hoping the poor nurse wouldn’t take her irritation to heart. With a shallow bow, the blue-scrubbed woman carefully exits the room, Naryun almost laughs to herself when she sees Melanie’s head whip around. Her brown eyes make contact with Naryun’s darker ones, drawing a clear path from her place between the three bodies flanking both of her sides. Her shoulder nudges Heri’s whose features twist in concern before following Narae’s eyes to the group’s soft-spoken vocalist. 

“Can you tell everyone that you’re perfectly fine?” Melanie’s words are as brash as expected. Naryun catches Karin’s labored exhale as she presses against her tanned temples. 

“What- what are you talking about?” Naryun shallowly chokes out, coughing hoarsely before Will raises a bottle of water to her lips. It is at that moment that Naryun realizes her right hand is bandaged up, thumb set in its place, a stark contrast drawn between the forced restraints keeping her in place and the impatient pacing Melanie charts in front of Naryun’s hospital bed.

“Karin and I think that it would be best if you—and the rest of the group take a break from any public activities-” Will, the parent company’s PR representative is cut off by a bright-eyed Australian accent. 

Melanie cuts into his words, inserting her thoughts into the conversation. 

“Which is overkill because you’re fine, right?” 

There’s a hidden force beneath Melanie’s words, one that Naryun is sure only she and Heri pick up on between the five people occupying the sterile room. Naryun’s eyebrows furrow as the boom of Melanie’s voice pounds against her temples. She’s much louder than Will is, more forceful, much less gentle. 

“Melanie,” Karin speaks up with a warning. Her gentle stiffness contradicts Will’s all-around gentleness. 

If she had even the slightest clue what Melanie was so worked up about Naryun might have even found the tension a bit humorous. But with Narae’s controlled anxiety and Heri’s flat-out anxiety, Naryun can’t help but find herself bothered by Melanie’s bluntness.

“I- I don’t..” She draws out, eyes closing as she grows frustrated with her brain which can’t seem to remember why she has a headache or why she’s in a garish white gown. Narae releases a controlled breath through her nose, taking a step towards Naryun the others in the room wouldn’t dare to. 

“You were in an accident, bear.” 

Bear. Her words are so gentle and so direct that it takes Naryun a moment to piece everything back together. Her twin sister’s hands softly tug at Naryun’s chestnut hair, eyes communicating much more than those nearly harmless five words. 

“Car?” She whispers, unable to tear her eyes away from her sister’s. With a nod so quaint the other three miss it completely, Narae’s eyes lock onto Melanie’s figure, signaling all her sister needed to know at the moment. 

Naryun swallows slowly bringing Will to draw closer, offering another needed sip of water. He begins to speak once more as he watches her drink from the bottle in his hand. 

“We want to give you as much time as you need. I’ve spoken to the others, their priority is your recovery. Nothing happens without your word, Naryun.” 

His calming tone does nothing to ease Naryun’s gradually quickening heart. Nothing could calm her heart when Melanie’s eyes blaze with a fierceness Naryun is much too familiar with. 

Karin is the next to step forward. Motherly hands reach to envelop Naryun’s damaged ones in her own. “Take some time, go back home. We’ll circle back in a few months, okay?” 

Naryun nods, incredulous as she takes in the two executives’ words while simultaneously trying to decipher Melanie’s stony expression as she leans against the frame of the door. A few moments of silence allow Naryun the clarity to finally voice her thoughts.

“What’s wrong with you?” Her two groupmates seem shocked by her lack of filter. The most conscious member pulled into a state of bluntness. A state that perfectly aligns with the bruising injuries that decorate her skin. 

Melanie’s raised eyebrows illustrate her perplexion, releasing a much gentler, “Me?”, in response to Naryun’s frankness. Receiving a nod in confirmation, she sighs with her head hanging in what a stranger would view as shame. Naryun knows better than to believe the act so she waits in silence, eyes unbudging from Melanie’s figure.

She parts her lips to answer before quickly closing them. She repeats the action once more before finally pushing herself up to pace closer to the pale vocalist.

“Sunny-”

“Melanie, don’t fuck with me right now.”

Their eyes lock in a stare. Heri shifts uncomfortably in her spot. Karin’s hand reaches to massage her temples once more. 

Melanie’s jaw clenches. “Naryun,” She tests out to begin. “You- I’ve been working really hard on my album, you know that better than anyone.” The switch in her word choice tells Naryun exactly where she was going. 

Still, a little part of her wants to give her the benefit of the doubt, nodding twice to give her the okay to continue. 

“If I wait on this, I risk missing my window-”

“Your window?” Narae scoffs. Will sighs. Karin remains silent.

Ignoring her completely Melanie continues. “A December release date. It’s perfect, you know that right?” 

Naryun can’t help but blink up at the older girl. The silence in the room is thick, nearly strangling Melanie whose eyes have yet to let go of the fierceness Naryun despised. She struggles to find the words as her head continues to pound, louder than before, in response to the plea Melanie presents her with. Instead of responding, her head turns to face Heri whose eyes are fixated on the ground. Her bangs cover her face as she all but fades into the distant background of the tense conversation.

“Heri,” Naryun speaks up, grasping the attention of the younger girl. 

“What do you think?”

Naryun feels her heartbreak at the vulnerability in Heri’s eyes. Her head shakes in a desperate plea to remain without a voice. This time it is Melanie who scoffs. Will sighs again. And Karin’s eyes roll so subtly that Naryun knows she’s hit a vein.

“I’m asking you what you think, Heri.” A little more forceful this time, Heri’s eyes close in discomfort as if wishing reality—or herself— to disappear. 

She whispers lowly, “I can’t.”

Naryun’s eyes blaze as she whips her head towards Melanie. The blonde meets her eyes in challenge, a smirk reaching her own as her arms fold one over another.

“Heri.” Narae is the one to speak up this time. Melanie keeps staring at Naryun.

“It’s not fair!” She finally exclaims, cracking under the pressure of the three older idols. Her eyes continue to shy away from any eye contact, fixed to the floor as she hugs herself in self-comfort. Naryun holds her gaze on Melanie, urging the youngest girl to continue, “What’s not fair, Heri?”

Heri hesitates this time, chewing at her lip as it quivers in discomfort. Tears threaten to break at the surface before she finally finds the strength to look up from her found comfort on the floor. It’s at that moment that Melanie breaks the contest between Naryun and herself. Faux gentleness floods her eyes as the twins look on incredulously. Not yet understanding what was soon to occur, Narae turns to face Naryun whose jaw is set in a low anger.

“What’s not fair, Heri?” Melanie’s voice, echoing Naryun’s words, oozed with honeyed care. Her eyes warm with a comfort that only Heri can see. It’s that same comfort that finally draws the words out of Heri’s mouth. 

“It’s not fair to Melanie.”

Karin and Will are shocked into silence as Narae struggles to contain her amazement. Naryun, who already knew what the girl’s next words would be, doesn’t react. Her breathing is even for the first time since she woke up, and her eyes stare straight ahead, through Karin and Will who struggle to believe Heri’s words. 

Narae is the first to speak up. 

“Is this a joke to you?” 

Her voice cuts through the silence, aimed at Heri who refuses to look up at her, eyes back to their comfort spot on the floor. 

“You cannot be serious.” Narae scoffs, turning to leave the room. Her footsteps are heavy as her cloud of disappointment follows her through the door of the hospital room. 

“Melanie can have her album then. Since Heri thinks it’s unfair… Melanie can have her album. That’s fine.” Naryun’s words are curt, delivered with a level of restraint that manages to astonish even Melanie. Sensing the protests fighting to tumble from Will’s lips, Naryun eyes him with an air of decisiveness. 

Karin, ever the businesswoman, clears her throat and turns to face Melanie. 

“I’ll see that everything is finalized. I’m looking forward to hearing it.” Her lips purse in obvious disappointment as she carefully eyes Heri whose bowed head causes her hair to fall over her face once again. With a shake of her head, she exits the room. 

Will, who says nothing, follows behind her, his phone pressed to his ear with seasoned speed. 

Melanie reaches for Naryun’s hand, holding it so warmly that Naryun almost begins to understand Heri’s cowardice. 

“I’ll be thinking about you the whole time. Thank you, hun.” 

Her accent creeps into her pronunciation in a way that Naryun finds ironic considering her false sincerity. She glides out of the room with an ease that leaves Naryun numb with anger. 

Heri turns to leave the room without a word of comfort. Head hanging low as she drags her feet across the gray vinyl flooring, following Melanie so predictably it finally draws a scoff out of Naryun. Stopping in her tracks, Heri looks up at the hospitalized vocalist. Naryun watches in distaste as a tear falls from Heri’s eyes leaving a wet path along her sunken cheeks. 

“Do me a favor?” Heri speaks up cautiously. 

Naryun doesn’t respond.

“Please don’t tell the others what I said.” 

The edge of Naryun’s mouth twitches in response. Her nose flares as she tries, and fails, to contain herself. 

“Do me a favor?” Naryun echoes her words. 

She takes a deep breath as the pounding in her head finally clears and her voice returns to its full strength. A rush of will surges through her as she pushes herself up to her full height. Their eyes meet for the first time that day before Heri breaks the hold, another tear falling from her eyes.

“Let me know what her dick tastes like when she finally fucks you.”

Heri doesn’t respond.

[ohimsummer]

♯ word vomit…,light proofreading, poly! stsg childhood bsfs, implied death, aot universe lol, also suguru crushing on reader if you squint -w-

i prob won’t actually make a fic out of this BUT I am still thinking about aot! au where you and suguru and satoru are all childhood friends. satoru lives in one of the cities (probably within the most inner walls like Sina) but visits the woods/forest where you and suguru reside bc their parents know eachother.

suguru brings him along one day when coming to visit you (where you live alone with your grandmother) and satoru is a bit wary at first but he warms up to you both immediately with some help of the little goodies your grandmother bakes.

satoru considers you a sweetheart as he gets to know you, and he can tell that your grandma is where you get it from. she’s a kind-hearted, elderly lady with a sweet smile who welcomes your two best friends in with open arms. feeds them dinner (less extravagant meals than satoru is used to but the cooking is so delicious that he inhales it nonetheless), bandages their cuts or bruises if they so happen to get any while out playing with you, and considers suguru and satoru extensions of your family. she loves them like they were her own grandkids.

sometimes satoru likes to poke fun at you, mostly at suguru’s expense. like when it started to rain and your coat was at home. suguru offers you his, and though you don’t want him to get drenched, satoru reassures you that ‘oh, trust me, he doesn’t mind at all’ and you ask him what that means but he just laughs you off because suguru hit him and told him to shut up.

sometimes he and suguru go into the city to satoru’s house. you’ve been invited on more than one occasion, each time refusing because your grandma would be by herself and you cannot in good conscience travel too far with no one actively looking out for her should something happen.

on a day when they’re away, deep within the city, both boys overhear the bad news: that titans are within the walls and rampant in the particular area where suguru lives. where you live. alone, you and your frail grandmother.

suguru’s family was lucky enough to make it out alive and find shelter within the next wall. unfortunately, there’s no sight of you for weeks. gojo and geto assume the worst, that their best friend has been mindlessly devoured. that is, until suguru spots you being given rations along with the rest of the survivors.

though they’re elated to see you again, they can tell you’re…different. the light is snuffed from your eyes, you might as well be a walking corpse. suguru asks ‘how are you? is your grandmother okay?’ and judging from the way you flinch, tears welling up in your eyes, it doesn’t take a genius to assume her fate.

[thatredmooninvenus]

drifting apart 2

read part 1 here !

summary ; it’s been 6 months ever since Y/n left Alex. She has moved on- that is until he showed up to her house.

era ; AM alex!

warnings ; ANGST and cheating

Six months later...

Y/n gets out of her lift and walks forward to enter her apartment. Once she's at her door, she reaches into her bag and pulls out her keys, unlocking the door and shuts it behind her.

She walked in darkness towards her room with her bags in both hands. Switching the light on and drops them onto the bed and walks to her closet, taking off her shoes along with her clothes as well, leaving her with her panties and bra on.

She opens one of her drawers and pulls out a T-shirt to cover her up just enough, slipping it over her body.

With a sigh, she walks to her vanity, grabbing a cotton pad with makeup remover and walks back to her bed. Sitting with a huff and rubs off her makeup, gently wiping it off.

As she was sitting in silence, there was a knock on her door.

She jumps in her place as the sudden knock caught her off guard. Y/n stays in her place for about a minute before a second knock is heard through the apartment. Sighing, she gets up from her spot, walking through the hallway.

Once she opened the door, she saw someone that she least expected to see and it was Alex, her ex-boyfriend.

Her breath hitched at the sight of him, eyes wide in pure confusion and shock. She felt like she couldn't breath- she was dreaming.

She had to be.

It was not a dream when Alex spoke up.

"Y/n...I'm so glad to finally see you again."

She couldn't speak, her words were caught up in her throat, seeing Alex only a few inches away from her.

It's been six months ever since she left him without looking back, flashbacks of those horrible months came back to her.

He wouldn't stop calling, everyday, it was driving her insane. She would cry almost every night, she wanted to forget about it and pretend like it never happened but he wouldn't stop calling.

Everyone would tell her to take him back, that he was a good guy. It was difficult for her to deny because she lied when she separated herself from Alex.

She told everyone that they got into an argument, causing them to break up. It wasn't as bad because what really happened was worst and humiliating for her. Y/n tried to forget that it even happened but with Alex at her door step, memories came back.

"W-what are you doing here? How did you find me?" She finally spoke up, clutching hard on the door handle.

When she moved away, Y/n made sure to get as far away from Alex as she possibly could. She ended up getting an apartment back in her hometown away from London, away from Alex. Clearly it wasn't far enough since he was right in front of her.

"I need to talk to you." He desperately said, almost in a begging manor.

She blinked at him and then shot him a glare, "there's nothing to talk about."

"But there is!" He practically yelled, "Please Y/n I-"

"No. Alex, just leave." Y/n put an unbothered face but under that, she was afraid.

Afraid that if she lets him in, he will probably brainwash her into taking him back or do something that will end up into something that she will deeply regret.

"Please, Y/n." He begged.

Y/n looked at him with sad eyes, begging him to leave but Alex is a very stubborn person and she knows that. So her next answer might ruin her.

"Okay," she whispered while swallowing hard, wishing it was her words that she swallowed.

He gives her a small smile, while she steps to the side, still clutching hard on the door handle.

Once he's in, she doesn't look back as she feels her start to panic and she can't get herself to turn around and fully look at him.

She hears him shuffling around then no sound, meaning that he sat on the couch. She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes to try and calm herself down.

Once she feels a little settled, she turns her gaze to him to see that he was already looking at her, "You look different" He spoke but then his eyes widened at his words, "I-in a good kind of different... did you dye your hair?"

Y/n had dyed her hair, a few months later after she left him. She was a point where she didn't like the way she looked, had a breakdown and then dyed her hair black and that instantly boosted her confidence and made the whole situation a little less painful.

She took a step forward, taking a seat on the couch, across from Alex and hummed in response, "Yeah."

"It looks good," He nodded, "really good."

"Thanks." She whispered, shifting in her place.

They stayed silent for what felt like years to Y/n but it was only a few seconds. She wanted to run to her room and hide under her sheets wishing she never let Alex into her home.

She was extremely nervous.

So nervous that she looked around her surroundings except at him.

"Y/n..." Alex said, breaking the heavy silence. "I'm sorry."

Her breath hitched at that and her eyes landed on his, he looked sad, guilty. The emotions that she wanted to see all those months ago.

"I... I'm struggling how to say what I want to say." He said, while scratching the back of his head with a sigh.

Y/n blinked at him, waiting. She couldn't exactly speak herself because of how nervous she was. A part of her wanted to kick him out but at the same time, she wanted to hear his apology, hear him how sorry he was.

"Why'd you do it?" Her words slipped out of her mouth, making her almost flinch at her words.

"What?"

"Why'd you do it?" She repeated, "you can start there."

He sighed and sat up in his place before speaking, "I don't know." He whispered in shame. "I just... did it."

She took a deep breath, trying her hardest to

not get angry or cry, "Do you feel guilty?"

He quickly nodded his head, "Yes and I still do, everyday. I wish I never did it. I wish I didn't distance myself from you because I deeply miss you."

Y/n felt overwhelmed with the words that came out of Alex's mouth, she wanted to cry but she didn't want him to see her like that, so she sucked in a deep breath before speaking but Alex got her to it.

"Every night, I lie awake knowing that I lost you forever and that I never fought for you when we had that argument. I feel so alone without you, Y/n."

She felt her heart tighten at that, not knowing if he was telling the truth since he was cheating on her for a while which lead onto her next question that she was deeply afraid to ask.

"How long were you with her?"

He sighed and ran a nervous hand through his hair, "Y/n..." He looked around the place and fumbled with his hands, refusing to look at her.

"Answer the question, Alexander." She hissed.

"A year." He said with a mumble, almost sounding non-existent, but Y/n heard him loud and clear and she felt her stomach drop at that.

A year.

He was cheating on me for a year.

And before she knew it, she was crying.

She dropped her head into her hands, sobbing.

Then everything clicked. The constant "work" phone calls, the late night come-ins, the "i'll be back in a few hours, sweetheart."

Sweetheart. She hated that word now and she hated him.

How did she not notice? When the lie was right in front of her. She felt pathetic, embarrassed, and she mostly felt like a damn fool.

Stupid, stupid, Y/n.

"I can't believe you." She looked at him through teary eyes as she stood up, "A year." She let out a bitter laugh. "A fucking year." She said a little louder.

"Y/n," Alex got up slowly, sensing that she was about to explode.

And that she was.

"Wow... So what you're telling me is that for a year you were coming home, freshly fucked by some mystery girl and would come over to me, kiss me and make supposed love to me after you were with her?" She scoffed, "You're a true boyfriend. Boyfriend of the fucking year." She sarcastically applauded at him.

"Please, Y/n. You don't know how hard this has been on me." Alex pleaded.

If Y/n was a ticking bomb, waiting to explode, she definitely did now.

"Oh! I'm sorry that this has been so hard on you, Please fucking forgive me!" She scoffed, turning into someone Alex has never seen in his life.

"N-no that's not what I meant... I-" He tried to reason with her but she wasn't letting him.

She walks over to him, all that fear in her body was now replaced with pure anger as she was now standing right in front of him.

"I'm the one who had it hard, not you, me!" She practically yelled, "I'm the one who was getting cheated on, who was getting humiliated. The one who fought for our relationship, the one who cried herself to sleep alone in our bed while you were out with her almost every fucking night! And you're the one who's had it hard?"

She was breathing heavily as she was very close to his face, her not noticing since she was furious-almost seeing red.

Alex felt like his heart was being stabbed, He imagined being this close to her again, to feel her, to smell her scent that brought pure comfort to him, but it was quite the opposite to what he wanted it to be.

"Please, Alexander grow some sense into your fucking head."

"I..." He was shocked at her sudden outburst, not knowing what to say.

"Go ahead, say what you got to say now. I'm sure it's more than what I said." She rolled her eyes in frustration, releasing a heard breath as she fixed her hair in hopes to calm her down.

Alex was frozen in his place, lips parted slightly as his breathing was now shaky, afraid that he might break her even more than he already did.

The next thing he did shocked the both of them as he was now on his knees, wrapping his arms around her thighs and rested his head on her lower stomach as he started to cry.

Y/n stood there, frozen in her spot as she heard his soft cries, she wanted to hug him but at the same she didn't want to, she wanted to stand her ground, to prove a point and he was making it damn hard for her.

"Y/n..." he whispered, "please just for once... can you hold me?"

She didn't say a word as she just kept her gaze forward as she felt him looking up at her.

"Please, just this once."

In her mind she said no, but her body had a different answer and before she knew it, her hands went up to his head and brought him closer to her as he let out a shaky breath.

It went silent between them, the only noise being heard was the cars that were driving by along with Alex's small sniffle's and Y/n wanted to shout at herself for letting him hug her.

"I always loved you," Alex spoke, "Even after all I put you through, I still do a-and I don't why I did what I did, I regret it so damn much. I hated seeing you packing up your things and leaving without me stopping you."

"Why didn't you talk to me?" She whispered, hurt being heard throughout her voice. "It hurt so damn much seeing you walk past me as if I was a ghost, seeing you do our daily routine without me and the only time you needed me was when you were hungry and not once did you talk to me."

"I was going through my own personal things that I didn't want to involve you. It was a huge mistake on my part and not an excuse for me to treating you the way I did."

"Then why did you do it? Why did you stop talking to me? Why did you cheat on me?"

Y/n was now crying again, she hated the fact that she had all those memories replaying in her brain over and over again. Seeing Alex's eyes, they were cold, lifeless with no emotion and that hurt her because when she saw those eyes she knew that she had lost him for good and she was right.

"I-I was angry. I felt like I let you down, so I took out my anger through sex with another woman and then I started seeing her as a distraction from all my problems."

She sobbed and dropped to the floor, her heart physically hurting from his words and she didn't know how much more she could take, he was hurting her again.

"I'm sorry," He whispered, wrapping his arms around her and pulled her close as she grabbed his shirt, fisting it in her hand as she cried.

"I know my apologies are too late but I truly am and... I love you, Y/n. I never once stopped loving you although I hurt you badly and I don't deserve you."

"You hurt me, Alex" She sobbed, "You cost me my sleep, my health, my trust. I felt like I lost myself and it took me a long time to recover and every time I thought of you and what you did, I felt like I was dying and I felt like I was never going to recover because of you."

"I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm so fucking sorry." He held onto her tighter, afraid that she will disappear from his grip, again.

Alex reached up and gently stroked her head, running his hand through her strand of hair, being careful with his actions and surprisingly, Y/n was okay with that. She was too exhausted to protest at him and she didn't know it but she wanted to be held in someone's arms- Alex.

As much as she tried to deny her feelings towards Alex, Deny that she still had any lingering feelings for him- she still did and she hated herself for that because she deserved better and she knew that.

It makes her sad that she had to give up everything to get away from someone that she truly loved. It hurt her a lot and it changed her, for the worse and better.

She hated to think about it or even say it but she was alone and she was feeling that right now even with Alex holding her tight against him.

"Alex..." She spoke up with a shaky voice.

"Yes?"

Y/n was debating if she should tell him or not, afraid that she might take advantage of her words.

"I-I still love you." She whispered and closed her eyes shut. "A-and I don't like it, one bit because you don't deserve my forgiveness and we both know that."

Alex sighed at her words knowing that she was right and that he couldn't do anything about it, "I know." He sadly whispered. "I know you don't trust me anymore and I know things will never be the same but I just want you to promise me one thing..."

"What is it?"

He hesitated for a moment before he spoke, "The next man that comes into your life... Please don't push him away because of my doings, let him in. Let him show you how you truly deserve to be treated."

It hurt him say those words to the woman he loves but he knows he will never get her back but it's what needs to be done. So before he left, he hugged her tighter and kissed the side of her temple and slowly got up with her.

He sat her down on the couch, placed a blanket on her lower half and looked down at her. Her eyes were puffy from her crying, feeling guilty that she cried that much because of him. He reached up to her face and wiped her tears away.

"I love you." He said and with that he walked to her door and left, leaving Y/n in her silent home thinking about what he told her and drifted off to sleep, feeling a weight being lift off her shoulders.

Finally.

[elisysd]

Power - Little Mix

Masterlist - Previously - Next Chapter

You shoud know, I'm the one who's in control I'll let you come take the wheel, long a you don't forget Who got the power?

After much hesitation, Lyanna finally agreed to appear in the interview that Charles would give on Ferrari's social networks. What neither she nor Charles had anticipated, however, was that Ferrai would make a public announcement of her participation and invite the tifosis to ask whatever questions they wished, resulting in an alarming number of questions about their relationship rather than Charles' ambitions and the 2024 season.

It was in the middle of the week, at 8am one morning, that the Scuderia media team and Silvia arrived at Charles' house with cameras and microphones. They spent an hour setting up the equipment and arranging the room to create an aesthetically pleasing setting for the shoot. Charles and Lyanna then had their make-up and hair done and the microphones set up.

Lyanna didn't feel comfortable, despite the fact that it was far from being her first interview and that the cameras on her didn't really bother her. On the other hand, it was the first time she had allowed her private life to be voluntarily exposed. She hoped she wasn't opening the door to too many excesses, even if Charles had made it clear to Silvia that this kind of interview was the first and last.

She took a seat on a chair next to the camera, which was pointed at the pilot, who, seeing the stress on the young woman's face, desperately tried to relax her by making faces in her direction.

The interview began. Charles recounted what it was like for him at the time of the crash, what he remembered and what happened afterwards. His convalescence, the importance of mental strength and how the desire to get back into an F1 car and wear the Ferrari colours again had motivated him, along with the importance of the support of those close to him, without whom it would not have been possible.

Then it was Lyanna's turn. She in turn took her place in the same spot where Charles had been sitting a few moments earlier as he stood facing her, taking care to remain within her line of sight to reassure her. Lyanna couldn't help fidgeting with her fingers.

“So Lyanna, can you tell us what you recall from the accident?” asked her Silvia

“Honestly? Not that much…It was like I was dissociating from everything. My body was there but my mind was elsewhere. The only thought I had was him, in that car, and not knowing if he was alive or…” she shook her hear as if it could keep away the bad thoughts. “I kept replaying the last words I said to him. Then, Fred gave me his headset so I could be connected to Charles’ radio, so could talk to him and when I heard nothing but white noise it felt like the ground was collapsing under me. I know that it was just two minutes between the actual crash and learning that he was alive, but to me it felt so much longer.”

“Is it something you had prepared yourself for? Having to witness a car crash.”

“I mean, I know that when Charles gets in the car, there is a possibility of him having an accident. But I’m not expecting the worst. There is a whole team behind that is supposed to make sure that he comes back in one piece. So I’m not scared. I try to not show that it’s stressing me out because I know that Charles doesn’t need to see me worried before a race.”

They continued talking for a few more minutes. Lyanna mentioned how she had been by Charles' side during his convalescence and how annoying he had been. This was supposed to be the light moment of the video. Charles then took his place alongside his girlfriend for the Q&A.

“So this question is for Charles: how important is your girlfriend in your day to day life since the crash.”

“She had been the most supportive person. Always there to help me when I couldn’t even get out of the bed. Always encouraging me. I haven’t been the easiest person to be around, and I’m sorry about that, Lya. I haven’t been appreciative enough.”

“Lyanna: What was the most difficult part about having Charles sick at home?”

“Watching him watch the races and endure all his complaints about how he should be there and how he would have driven every single corner. Positive side of it, I’m beginning to understand F1 better. Negative side, he was really annoying.”

“Could we expect to see you more on the tracks for 2024 season?”

“Well, it’s going to depend on a lot of things but even if I can’t be physically there, I will always cheer him on from whenever I am.”

The interview came to an end and Lyanna was relieved to see the team soon leaving the flat. She wasn't particularly looking forward to seeing the final result, she just hoped that the editing would reflect what she had said and that the video wouldn't be dramatised.

That evening, over pizza for Lyanna and a salad for Charles, who was on a diet, Charles asked her if she had any plans for the following day. He wanted to spend some time with his girlfriend alone, feeling that it had been far too long since that had happened, between their argument and his trip to Maranello. He was therefore surprised when she told him that she had planned a day's shopping to buy presents for her family and also for Charles's, not wanting to appear ungrateful by coming empty-handed.

“Do you want me to come with you?” he asked her.

“No, it’s fine. I’m already meeting someone there and it would spoil the fun if you already knew your Christmas present, don’t you think?” she replied, which piqued the Monegasque's curiosity even more.

“Who are you going to meet? You don’t know anyone in Monaco?”

“Well first of all, thank you for making me look like a recluse who won't come out of her cave. And second, I kind of befriended Charlotte.”

 Charles dropped his fork in surprise and it landed on his trousers, leaving a stain of vinaigrette in the process.

“When you say Charlotte, you talk about Charlotte my ex-girlfriend who was at my birthday or you happen to know another Charlotte who lives in Monaco?”

“We are thinking of the same Charlotte.” Confirmed Lyanna.

“But… Okay, I have a few questions. When? How? Why? Don’ get me wrong, I have no problem with it and I’m happy that you are making friends but… she’s my ex-girlfirend?”

“I mean… it happened. She really helped me understanding some things and put my thoughts in order. She was really straightforward about what I should expect as your girlfriend and she was kind enough to answer my questions. And then we just bonded over things. Don’t worry we are not talking about you. She has not revealed your worst embarrassments yet.”

“Well thanks, I guess? So you are meeting with her tomorrow? Where?”

“At the shopping centre and we will probably go eat somewhere so don’t wait for me. I’ll be out all day.”

Charles nodded. When Lyanna disappeared into the bathroom after dinner to take a shower, he quickly took out his phone and isolated himself on the balcony before dialling his best friend's number.

“Joris? It’s me. Tell me, do you have some plans tomorrow? I was thinking of going Christmas shopping.”

Far from imagining for a moment her boyfriend's intentions, Lyanna left the next morning excited at the idea of shopping for Christmas presents. She didn't really know what to get Charles's brothers and mother, so she was reassured to have Charlotte by her side to advise her. She met up with the young woman in a café near the shopping centre and the two of them wandered through the aisles looking for the perfect present. For Arthur, Lyanna had bought a comic book on the history of motor sport. For Lorenzo, she had opted for a stationery set, thinking it would be useful for him as he was partly in charge of Arthur's career, and as for Pascale, Lyanna had opted for a body and face care set so that she could take care of herself.

“Did you find a gift for Charles?” asked Charlotte as they were heading to a restaurant.

“Yeah, I have it already. I just hope he’ll like it.”

Caught up in their discussion, the two young women paid no attention to the all too recognisable Pista of a certain number 16 following them at a distance.

“I keep on telling you that we should have taken my car… they are going to see us.” Mumbled Joris, his face between his hands starting to question his life choices and how they led him to sit in his best friend’s car, spying on his current and ex-girlfriend.

“And I’m telling you that we are super discreet. And we don’t spy. We are just trying to see what they are doing. I just want to understand.”

“That’s the definition of spying, mate.”

“Shut up.”

Charles ended up parking awkwardly in a spot where he wasn't sure he was really allowed to, but at least it was out of sight. He took two black hoodies and sunglasses out of his trunk. He handed one to Joris before putting on the second.

“You really went overboard with the I’m definitely not spying my girlfriend.” Commented Joris.

Charles glared at him to shut him up and the two friends headed for the restaurant where Lyanna and Charlotte were eating. Fortunately for Charles, they were sitting near the window and he could see them quite clearly. They were laughing together and looked very friendly and Charles couldn't help wondering what was so funny.

It was the crowd around the restaurant that caught Charlotte and Lyanna's eye as they enjoyed a coffee with macaroons. Lyanna naively thought it was for her at first, but when no one entered the restaurant or seemed to be paying any attention, she discarded the idea. It was Charlotte who realised what all the fuss was about when she spotted Charles's best friend a little way back in the crowd, seemingly enjoying the warm greetings his friend was receiving.

“Did you tell Charles that we would meet today?”

“Yes, he knows. Why?”

“Because I think I see Joris, and unless he has become a superstar in the span of one year, I do believe that Charles is here.”

Lyanna sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. The two young women got up, took their time paying the bill and left the restaurant to approach the crowd. And indeed, the closer they got, the more Lyanna could hear Charles's name being called out. The two young women stood back for a few moments, just long enough for all the fans to get a photo or an autograph and then to leave.

When Charles saw Lyanna and Charlotte, both with their arms crossed and the same disapproving look on their faces, he knew he was in trouble.

“Hey… Girls… Fancy seeing you here.” He tried to play it nonchalant.

“Charles are you following me?” asked Lyanna bluntly.

“Following you? Babe, you are hurting my feelings. It’s just a pure coincidence. Joris called me this morning asking me to help him find a gift for his mom and being the great friend that I am, I accepted. Nothing more. Right, Joris?”

Charles stared at his friend, who cleared his throat and approached the group.

“Yeah… my sister… I mean my mom is picky and Charles has great taste so…”

“You don’t need to cover for him, Joris.” Said Charlotte.

“I promise you, Lya it’s not what it looks like…”

“So you are not spying on us?”

“Yeah okay, fine we were spying. But can you blame me? I just wanted to see by myself what a friendship between you and Charlotte would look like.”

“Were you scared that I would turn her against you by saying what an idiot you are sometimes?” intervened Charlotte. “Because if so, don’t worry I think she doesn’t need me to see that. You do wonders by yourself.”

“Haha very funny.”

“Since when are you following us?”

“Lyanna, believe me you don’t want to know.” Said Joris.

“We might have been behind you in that cosmetic shop. By the way my mom is going to love the gift.”

“I don’t know if I should be scared because your behaviour is creepy or admirative because how the hell were you so subtle.”

“Go with the second option, it will make me sleep better tonight.”

Lyanna rolled her eyes and turned to Charlotte.

“I’m so sorry about him.”

“Don’t worry. I see you around. Happy holidays to you both.”

Joris not wanting to spend another minute in Charles's company, took the opportunity to go his own way, leaving Lyanna and the pilot alone at last. The young woman handed her bags to Charles, who grabbed them sheepishly.

“You are so going to sleep on the sofa tonight.”

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author's note: A little chapter to celebrate Silverstone week end aka one of my favourite race on the calendar! Next chapter will be Christmas at the Leclerc, I can't wait and then off we go for the 2024 season. We are slowly approaching the end of the story and I'm not going to lie, it makes me very sad. As usual, don't forget to comment / reblog / like the story since it's the best way to let me know that you are actually enjoying it. And see you for another chapter very, very soon!

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