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A dragon's heart, part 6.

Pairing: Barbarian!Bakugou Katsuki x female!reader

Summary: The dragonblood tribe is known for being cruel, barbarian warriors that slaughter, loot and rape all places they pass through. They are feared among the villagers and even bigger cities. Having lost most of their women to a plague, they're trying to ensure their tribe's survival by kidnapping women from other places. However, they're not the only monsters in human form out there. When y/n experiences this first hand, she has no choice but to ask for help from no other but the barbarian leader Katsuki Bakugou himself.

Disclaimer: mentions of injuries, mentions of dead animals, gutting and skinning of animals, mentions of chopping (animal) meat

[Please don't read if you are sensible to or triggered by the topics mentioned above.]

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

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Y/n managed to stay up the entire night. She almost dozed off at dawn but a particularly loud crack next to their campsite startled her. Turns out it was just a small animal but it was enough to get her heart pumping that she stayed up for the rest of the night.

Katsuki wakes up later than usual. Y/n waited for him to stir until she got up and started to heat some water.

Katsuki sits up and rubs his face. His back aches and his leg still feels like it got, well stabbed. He watches y/n prepare some tea. When she walks over to him with two cups, he notices the dark circle under her eyes.

“You look like shit.“, he tells her. Y/n looks up with tired eyes and just hands him his cup. “Did you sleep last night?“, he asks with furrowed eyes. Y/n takes a sip from her tea.

Katsuki sighs. It's starting to annoy him that she doesn't understand him. Maybe he should teach her his language soon. At least a little bit.

“We need to get food for today.“, he tells her. Y/n states into her cup. She really feels the sleepless night. Katsuki watches her and starts to feel concerned. Y/n definitely needs to lie down.

They sit in silence for a while. Eventually, y/n gets up and gets the medicine bag. Katsuki finishes his tea as y/n gets ready to take a look at his wound.

Carefully, she unwraps the bandages on his leg and inspects the wound. The skin around the stitches is red and irritated but not infected. That's good, y/n thinks. She cleans her hand with some alcohol and smears some more rash cream into the wound. Then, she uses fresh bandages to wrap his leg up again.

When she looks up, she is met with Katsuki's ruby-red eyes. He's been watching her treat his wound intently. Her fingertips felt soft against his skin. She works a lot more carefully than the healers from his tribe. Of course, he can handle a more rough handling but it feels nice the way y/n does it.

“You need to take a nap.“, he tells her sternly. He starts to get up to make space for her on the bedroll. Alerted, y/n looks up and raises her hands. “No! You need to stay down or you will rip your stitches!“, she exclaims.

Katsuki swats her hands away and stands up on wobbly legs. Y/n quickly gets up and stabilizes him. Again, Katsuki swats at her and points at her and then at the bedroll. “Lay down!“, he commands.

Y/n watches Katsuki limp towards his dragon. He pats the lizard's neck and grumbles something into its ear. The heavy lizard rises up and starts flopping its wings. The rush of air almost makes Katsuki fall onto his butt if it weren't for y/n rushing over to him. Together, they watch the dragon disappear in the sky.

Nervously, y/n starts bombarding him with questions. “Where is he going? Will he come back? Why did you send him away?“, she rambles. Katsuki silences her with a swing of his hand. “You.“, he points at her. “Bedroll.“, he continues pointing at the bedroll. Then, he grabs her arms and pulls her towards it.

Reluctantly, y/n follows. Katsuki flops down next to the bedroll and points at the bedroll. Uncertainly, y/n sits down on the cushion. Katsuki gives her an angry look. “Down!“, he orders and puts a hand on her head pushing it down. At first, y/n resists but eventually, she caves. There's no point in arguing with Katsuki. He pulls his cape over her.

She looks up at him with wide eyes. “Don't look at me like that.“, Katsuki mumbles and ruffles her hair. “Sleep!“, he tells her. “Sleep?“, y/n repeats carefully. Her pronunciation is a bit off, but it's a good try, Katsuki thinks. He nods. “Yes, sleep!“, he repeats and mimics sleeping with his hands and eyes. He makes a snoring sound. With closed eyes, he hears y/n giggle. He opens his eyes again and gives her a lopsided grin. Y/n looks up at him with warm but tired eyes.

“Sleep.“, y/n mumbles in his language as she turns away from him pulling his cape over her shoulders.

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Y/n wakes up a few hours later not feeling a lot better than before. She misses her foldable matress and her warm tent. Sleeping on the ground in the open air is not giving her the most restfull kind of sleep. She stretches and her joints make an unhealthy crackling sound.

Katsuki is sitting next to her. Y/n isn't sure if he moved or if he sat beside her the entire time. Part of her hopes he didn't. She really doesn't want to redo all the stitches just because Katsuki can't sit still.

"Mornin' princess.", Katsuki says and gives her a small grin. Y/n sits up. The air is cool around her and she instinctively rubs her arms. Katsuki reaches out to her and touches the side of her arm as if he were checking her temperature. Instinctively, y/n leans into his touch. Katsuki's so warm.

The loud flopping of wings rips both of them out of their thoughts. The dragon lands next to them and drops a dead deer in front of them.

„Appetizing.“, y/n comments dryly. Katsuki snickers. He may not understand exactly what she said, but he gets the sentiment in her voice and face. Chuckling, he ruffles through her hair and limps over to the deer. Upon inspection, he's sure that his dragon tracked down the flock Katsuki was hunting.

Katsuki takes his hunting knife and starts gutting and skinning the animal. He watches y/n's mimic while doing so. Y/n is surprisingly unfazed by the sight and eventually starts to build a fire. Katsuki cuts the animal into almost even parts. Smaller ones for him and y/n, the largest portion for his dragon.

„Y/n!“, he calls out to her and waves her towards him. Y/n follows suit and walks over to Katsuki who is standing with about ¾ of a deer next to the dragon. He chops off a huge part of the leg and holds it out to her.

„What am I supposed to do with this?“, y/n asks and crooks her head. Katsuki takes an equally large piece of meat and holds it out to the dragon which immediately grabs it out of Katsuki's hand with its snout. Katsuki then points at y/n and at the dragon.

„Me? I don't know...“, y/n says reluctantly. She had seen enough of the dragon's teeth when she gave him the tea a while back. „Don't be a pussy.“, Katsuki says challenging but with a crooked grin on his face. He snaps his finger and points at the dragon that watches y/n already expectantly.

Y/n hesitates for a moment, then steps a bit forward holding the meat towards the dragon with a wide-stretched arm. The dragon snaps at the meat and y/n can hear the bones in it crunching. Somehow it makes her really proud she was courageous enough to do it. She squeaks and almost jumps into Katsuki's arms who lets out a booming laugh.

„You little shit!“, he laughs and ruffles her hair again. Y/n looks up at him and gives him a big grin. Katsuki's aware of the impression of his dragon. Most people are instinctively scared by the beast and that rightfully so. He's never seen one of the other women his men brought home to get even close to their tribe's dragons. They usually stay in their mate's tents. It's rare they ever leave their accommodation and if they do, they're an eery sight. At least in Katsuki's opinion.

He's ripped out of his thoughts when he sees y/n reaching out to the dragon with an outstretched hand. „Hey!“, Katsuki warns and grabs her hands. At that moment, the dragon snaps at her. If it weren't for Katsuki, y/n's hand would be dragon food right now. „It's not a pet. They're proud beings. You can't just touch them without their permission.“, Katsuki tries to explain. Y/n looks a bit embarrassed. The dragon watches y/n with a wary expression in its eyes.

Y/n bows her head low in front of the dragon and mumbles an apology. Katsuki isn't sure whether he finds that impressive or hilarious. It's clear that it's an action of respect. It's also a stupid idea to lower your head in front of a dragon. It can get you beheaded. The dragon lets out a puff and turns his head away in disinterest. Seems like it has forgiven y/n for her foolish action.

„C'mon, time to fry this meat.“, Katsuki says and pulls her with him.

They roast the meat over the open fire and eat their meal in silence. Afterward, Katsuki and y/n sit by the fire for a while. Y/n takes the sewing kit from the medicine bag and starts mending Katsuki's ripped pants. Katsuki pokes the ember in the fire and watches y/n with a side-eye. He notices how y/n works quick and precise, just as she did when she stitched up his wound. He wonders if she is a seamstress. However, her clothes do not look like those of a seamstress. It's not the latest fashion in the kingdom. Actually, Katsuki isn't too sure what kind of fashion she's wearing. Not that he keeps up with the kingdom's latest trends anyway. Nevertheless, he's never seen a woman in the villages he passed through in clothes like these. He starts to wonder if y/n is even a citizen of the kingdom.

His conclusions actually aren't far off. As a wandering folk, y/n's people were not subjects of the Todoroki royals. They wander from kingdom to kingdom. Y/n spent most of her life in the Todoroki kingdom because simply it's the most safe. The harsh leadership of King Enji keeps crime levels on the low.

When y/n is done stitching up the pants, she wanders to the lake and washes the splutters of blood out of the fabric as much as she can. After hanging the pants up and a tree branch, she settles back down next to Katsuki. She feels tired again.

Suddenly, Katsuki puts an arm around her and pulls her closer without looking at her. Y/n shivers. Suddenly she notices how cold it has gotten. She leans her head against his shoulder and Katsuki leans his head against hers. Y/n has to admit she likes the proximity. She's been alone for so long, it's just nice to have someone so close. She also has to admit that she trusts Katsuki. From all the stories she had heard, she expected Katsuki to take her after her wounds started to heal.

Right now, she can't imagine Katsuki doing something violating like that. He's no gentleman by all means but he accepts boundaries. That's something she can live with. Plus, it's not like she's a lady. She can feel herself grow more tired with each passing second. She scooches closer to Katsuki. Almost, she didn't notice how Katsuki started running his hand up and down her arm or how he nuzzled his face into her hair.

Even if Katsuki would never admit it, he likes the proximity too. Y/n's warm and soft and her hair smells good. Living in a world of men, the smell of a woman is something Katsuki learned to miss. When he notices how y/n's head starts falling off his shoulder, he pulls her into his lap. Y/n stirs for a moment, then settles into his chest. Katsuki ignores the pain in his leg as y/n's weight presses onto the wound.

Katsuki will have to return soon. Tomorrow, he will try to shoot that stag one last time. Feeling y/n's soft breathing on his skin, Katsuki already decided what to do with her. He's taking her home with him. He's not sure what to do with her then. He kind of doesn't want one of his men to take her on as their mate but he's also not sure whether he wants to make this kind of commitment after just a couple of days or not. And then there's also his mother.

He wonders what y/n will think about this. So far, she hasn't shown any real attempts to part with him. Does she really have nobody to return to? It seems like it. But is she alright with joining his tribe? Maybe even staying with him? At least for a little while?

Y/n nuzzles her face into Katsuki's collarbone and lets out a deep sigh. Katsuki pulls the bedroll over to them. He lifts himself and y/n onto it and pulls his cape over both of them. He leans back and lets y/n snooze on top of him. He holds her by the waist and keeps stroking over her back.

Katsuki watches up at the nightsky contemplating the same questions over again until his eyes feel too heavy to keep them open.

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amazingmaeve · 2 years

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Thomas Shelby Fic recommendations ii!

this a part two to my Thomas Shelby recommendations so there’s a lot of content over in part one. also don’t forget to like ALL of these fics and leave a nice comment for the authors who deserve it!

old faces ➵ @gypsy-girl-08

all there’s left to do is run ➵

the stable boy ➵ @zablife

summary ➵ Tommy’s sixteen year old daughter secretly falls for the new stable boy. What happens when Tommy discovers the truth and attempts to separate them?

reap what you sow ➵ @moral-turpitudes

summary ➵ Y/N is accused of stealing a check from the company, resulting in her being fired. But only after a tense situation, does her boss and longtime crush Thomas find out the truth.

always mine ➵ @shelbywhiterose

summary ➵ After a one night stand leads to a pregnancy, Tommy longs for a relationship with the child that’s out of his grasp.

through the mud ➵ @peakyswift

summary ➵ tommy’s back from france but nothing’s as it used to and its hard to get better when you don’t let anyone in

a well needed sleep ➵ @madame-wilsonn

summary ➵ Tommy has a terrible nightmare and there is only one way to calm him down.

a day in the market ii ➵ @ablxssm

summary ➵ Tommy Shelby and Grace spend the day in the market. What he doesn’t expect is seeing his first and only love.

forever is the sweetest con ii ➵ @gilmoreslorelai

summary ➵ In which Tommy breaks his wife’s heart.

you can be my guy, and im your baby, right? ➵ @sunsetmourners

summary ➵ you’re trying your hardest to save your marriage while your husband could care less.

right where you left me ii iii ➵ @gilmoreslorelai

summary ➵ which Tommy has not returned the love he has received.

gentle love ➵ @vintunnavaa

summary ➵ A loving husband, a new house and the impending birth of your first child. Your life had everything one could ask for, but what happens when the shadow of your husband's past love comes back to darken your future?

all for them ➵ @creme-bruhlee

summary ➵ you see your husband struggling with sobriety, and he ensures you that he'll stay sober for three reasons: you, his daughter, and his yet-to-be-born son.

meet me in the pouring rain ➵ @sunsetmourners

summary ➵ you remind tommy what it’s like to feel young again. or in which, tommy is heavily in love with his wife <3

whatever you want ➵ @peakyswift

summary ➵ you storm out the house after a fight with tommy

all apologies ➵ @gypsy-girl-08

summary ➵ You have been married to Thomas for seven years. And both have two children, Charlie and Ruby. But, lately your husband has been distant.

after all this time ➵ @runnning-outof-time

summary ➵ Sometimes there's no forgetting what's been done in the past.

I know why the blackbirds sing ➵ @sincerelymargot

summary ➵ tommy has a lot of audacity inviting you to sing at his wedding knowing the kind of history you two share. you have a lot of nerve showing up knowing the exact same.

tired of me ii iii iv v ➵ @valentine-in-my-quinjet

summary ➵ Neither of you are strong enough to talk about your problems in your marriage, you coexist in a state of sleepless nights and last chances but can any of that change when you start visiting a therapist?

hold me, love me, touch me ➵ @madame-wilsonn

summary ➵ If you hold me without hurting me / You’ll be the first who ever did.

strangers ➵ @dylansslutt

summary ➵ you just got a new job at the garrison, and you have no idea who or what the peaky blinders were.

ghost girl ii ➵ @retromafia

summary ➵ Tommy befriends a local weirdo. She somehow brings him peace, but they have something in common as well...

lovesick ➵ @celticmelody

summary ➵ your daughter gets sick throughout the night and when returning to Arrow House, you have time to speak to your husband about all the reasons you left... and all the reasons he wants you to return.

teach you a lesson ➵ @celticmelody

summary ➵ you’re soon to marry Thomas Shelby, the infamous horseman amongst the gangsters in Birmingham. however, when he finds out you’ve never ridden before, he makes it a task to teach you... amongst other lessons that unravel afterwards.

answer me ➵ @yourfavouriterival

summary ➵ what happened to their friendship? what remains?

less and less ➵ @yourfavouriterival

summary ➵ she’s moving on, right? she’s happy, right? so, then, why isn’t she? and now that he’s back in her life, what’s going to happen?

#Thomas Shelby recommendations #thomas shelby x y/n #thomas shelby x oc #thomas shelby smut #thomas shelby x reader #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders smut #peaky blinders headcanon #peaky blinders #peaky blinders x y/n #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby smut #tommy shelby

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myhumaninteractionsafterall · 6 months

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Oct. in Film

Forgot to post my halloween doings. Only made it to 85 horror films and a few ere not actually horror films once I got into them.

8 is old so you probably already know how great it is. 23 was great fun. 37 and 40 were both good. I was told 50 was bad, but I actually highly recommend it. 58 was fun and a little different than I expected. 61 was good as was 63. 62 was kind of silly but I enjoyed it. And 65 was maybe the best one (plus it makes fetch happen at the end). 71 may become a new favorite series if they make follow ups. 79 was good and I had forgotten about the first movie in the series. I may watch both of those together next year.

Absentia (2011)

Alone in the Dark (1982)

The Amusement Park (1975)

The Angry Black Girl and Her Monster (2023)

Anything for Jackson (2020)

Appendage (2023)

Baby Ruby (2022)

Barbarian (2022)

The Beyond (1981)

The Blackening (2022)

Bones and All (2022)

The Boogeyman (2023)

Cam (2018)

Children of the Corn (2020)

The Cleansing Hour (2019)

Cobweb (2023)

Dashcam (2021)

The Deadly Spawn (1983)

Deliver Us (2023)

The Devil on Trial (2023)

Dolores Claiborne (1995)

Elevator Game (2023)

Evil Dead Rise (2023)

The Exorcist: Believer (2023)

Five Nights at Freddy's (2023)

Gerald's Game (2017)

Gorgo (1961)

Grave Encounters 2 (2012)

Gretel & Hansel (2020)

Haunt (2019)

Haunted Mansion (2023)

The Haunting of Julia (1977)

Haxan (1922)

The Hidden (1987)

His House (2020)

Hush (2016)

Influencer (2022)

The Invitation (2022)

It Lives Inside (2023)

Knock at the Cabin (2023)

Little Bone Lodge (2023)

Luckiest Girl Alive (2022)

Malum (2023)

Maniac Cop (1988)

Maniac Cop 2 (1990)

Maniac Cop 3: Badge of Silence (1992)

Meg 2: The Trench (2023)

Missing (2023)

Night of the Hunted (2023)

No One Will Save You (2023)

Nocebo (2022)

The Nun II (2023)

Older Gods (2023)

The Passenger (2023)

Pet Sematary: Bloodlines (2023)

The Puppetman (2023)

The Relic (1997)

Saw X (2023)

Scare Package (2019)

Scary Stories (2018)

Seance (2021)

Sick (2022)

Slaxx (2020)

The Sleepless Unrest: The Real Conjuring Home (2021)

Slotherhouse (2023)

Smile (2022)

Spree (2020)

The Stylist (2020)

Superhost (2021)

Tales of the Uncanny (2020)

Talk to Me (2022)

There's Something Wrong with the Children (2023)

Totally Killer (2023)

Unseen (2023)

Unwelcome (2022)

VHS 85 (2023)

Vicious Fun (2020)

Werewolf of London (1935)

The Wrath of Becky (2023)

We Have a Ghost (2023)

A Wounded Fawn (2022)

Wilkolak (2018)

Wrong Turn (2021)

Yogen (2004)

Zombie Girl: The Movie (2009)

#film #2023 film #lists #horror films #85

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tteokdoroki · 3 years

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GOODNIGHT ‘N GO. | K.TAKAMI.

ʚ♡ɞ SYNOPSIS: with street life in the city bustling below, you often find that your sleepless, late and mundane nights are best spent in the arms of a certain winged pro hero.

ʚ♡ɞ PAIRING: keigo takami x fem!reader.

ʚ♡ɞ WC: 4.2K.

ʚ♡ɞ RATED: mature, 18+, mdni.

ʚ♡ɞ GENRE: slice of life!au, pro hero!au, smut.

ʚ♡ɞ CW: please read ! soft smut, dom!hawks, oral sex ( male recieving ), breeding, restraints, light!cumplay, light!degredation, unprotected sex, mentions of reader being picked up.

ʚ♡ɞ A/N: good day my loves! i haven’t written for hawks in a while so this piece was really exciting and fun to write, i really enjoyed it! sorry for the delay! this fic was a lovely commission from @phantomrose54 , who has been so kind as to allow me to post !! hope you like it !! <3

ʚ♡ɞ masterlist | requests | kofi

until him, your life had been mundane.

like any other human being, you followed the path of your existence diligently— all the risks you’d ever taken, all the little trips off of the winding road of life had been left behind in wild college days, where your best friends had been a pack of ramen and the stash of vodka you kept hidden underneath your dorm-mate’s bed. these days, there are no more late nights in the depths of the city, kissing strangers who didn’t bother to tell you their name before turning up late to your shitty part-time job the next day with a splitting headache and then an earful from your boss. you didn’t live like that, not anymore.

because now, you’re an adult.

a few months shy of graduating, alone in the big city with a job paying big bucks from men who thought you were too pretty to know what you were doing—working hours fitting inside the squares of nine to five, that sometimes pushed you over the edge to meet deadlines and make extra cash from sleep depriving overtime to pay rent on your fancy up-market apartment. it had been a gift from your loving parents, the one’s so proud to have seen you fix up from rebellious stages and leave their nest with a top office job underneath your belt. except, it wasn't much of a gift when you were paying ridiculous bills for upkeep— the only good thing about the damn place was the fact that rent was so expensive that you could turn your back on the ridiculous meal plans your mother sent you every week and indulge in the comfort of the cup ramen from back in your college days.

so yeah, your life had been mundane, until you met him.

he was a flash of colour, in forms of golden streaks and ruby crushed gems against the grayscale of your monday mornings and lonely friday nights. keigo takami was too bright for you, loud as he filled the space in the apartment next door to yours— car as shiny as his personality and charming smile with rows of white teeth.

before knowing him, you had hated living next to a man with so much vibrancy bleeding into your life—a million shades of red grabbing you in a choke hold and making you drown. everything about your neighbour irked you, there were nights in which the sleep you’d already lost was pulled from your trying grip because of how noisy he could be— clattering through his balcony windows at only god knows what hours, sometimes right up until your alarms started blaring, screaming at you to pull yourself out of bed and head back to your routine job. just passing him in the halls on the way out for work would upset the blank canvas of your days, only to be painted with the black artificial inks used for your virtual finance reports and not his offensive chicken scratch ink, surely written up by his feathers. it made you duck your head whenever keigo would say hi, make you sit straight faced through his corny jokes while you both unlocked your apartment doors.

all of this was just another step in your routine until the night you got locked out of your apartment—keys left on your entryway table, from the rush to get to work that morning. your evening had ended horribly too, your date standing you up and leaving you defenceless to the cool winter rain. all you had wanted to do is crawl into bed and sleep away your sadness, but you were locked from the inside out and it was far too late to call maintenance at this point.

but hawks, keigo had been there—just getting in from work and using his front door for once, his tan jacket pulled up to his nose to keep in the warmth, adding a gentle red flush to his creamy cheeks.

his amber eyes had fallen on you with sweet sympathy, but from the good of his heart and despite how you’d treated him, keigo had let you into his home, swapped your soaked office clothes for a sweater of his and had you sit in his kitchen, making you tea that warmed your tired soul from the inside out. you remember this fondly, talking with the blonde for hours— anything and everything splayed out on your lips to make him smile and give you that laugh that ruffled his feathers and made his wings shaker happily behind him. there wasn’t a moment of silence between you, the air filled with dorky conversations and snorty giggles that the rest of the world would have never known could come from serious and grey old you.

“you’re a pro hero? the number two pro hero?” you’d gasped, slapping your hands down on his smooth marble counter, nearly knocking over your third cup of peppermint tea.

keigo chuckled, leaning over the other side of the counter to get a better look at you, fingers brushing against yours as he fixed your mug. he’d pretended not to notice the way you joled at his touch, lips curling into this beautiful smile, one you’d remember for all of forever. “you didn't know i was a pro hero? i thought that’s why you didn’t like me,” he whispered to you.

“it’s not that i didn't like you,” your next words were even quieter than his last, absent minded as you’d pulled at his pinky finger until you could intertwine your hands entirely. “ it was that i...i wasn't used to you. you’re so...bright,”

it was that same night that your lips had found his, tasting like the sugar at the end of a good cup of tea— burnt and earthy. you can’t even remember why you had kissed in the first place. maybe it was because keigo takami had given a new meaning, maybe it was because of his brightness, and how it had become a spot of normalcy in your usual grayscale canvas of life. whatever the reason was, it had led you to falling into expensive—high thread count sheets with feathers and wet kisses and possessive, almost loving guttural moans shed into the moonlight.

and although in the morning, hawks had left you with nothing but an empty bed, evidence on your body from the hours before and a racing mind that’d you had ruined everything— he came crashing back through the balcony windows like he always did, a thousand and one apologies spoken from between his canine teeth, a gentle smile wobbling on his lips as he’d held you close.

It seemed so long since then, since your little arrangement with hawks had begun—the one with no labels, where you’d lead your lives by day and turned to one another for comfort whenever the moon rose, making love to one another whenever and however you could. though recently, your midnight lover’s visits had become far and few, with his increasing workload from the commission bearing down heavy on his shoulders. villains ran as wild as your heart did these days, and of course keigo followed his own into the danger, leaving you alone to watch the moon.

a soft summer’s breeze whips at your shirt, pulling it up your thighs as your toes curl over the edge of your balcony— grounding you despite you being up so high. with keigo, being away on work, the small wisps of wind were almost reminiscent of the beat of his wings, pulling you back down to earth when work had gotten too stressful and he wasn’t there to calm you. after a sip of your tea, the kind keigo would always leave for you, your eyes flutter shut as you listen to the bright world move around you, the beeping of cars and their tires against the tarmac, the cheering of underpaid workers on the streets as they hit the town for a friday night of fun.

despite the music of city life bustling in your ears, you can still pick up the familiar swoop of brilliant vermillion wings as he lands on the railing of the balcony, bird-like and golden sun eyes honing in on you with softness woven into their sunshine flecks. you don’t need to open your eyes to know it's him, smile spreading against your sugar coated lips before you can even stop it. “you’ve been gone a while,” comes your voice, muted quickly by the eager press of keigo’s lips against your own.

he tastes of the city smog and cheap vending machine coffee, his gloved hands rough against your face as he tilts your head up to his. “‘m back aren’t i?” he barely manages to get out, sliding his tongue against the seam of your mouth. “you’re up late.”

“couldn’t sleep,” you mumble, fingers locking in sun kissed locks, mussing up their style.

“hm, my being away…” hawks grunts, hands dropping your face to rest on your hips, playing with the material of your shirt—his shirt and rubbing it against your soft skin, bare underneath. “you waiting f’me… did it keep you up?”

you shake your head, you’re always awake, your city never sleeps...even if you can’t without him. “you know how it goes,”

“then tonight, we should—” your late night lover pulls away from you slightly, making you simper with need— gripping onto the collars of his tan hero suit to keep his warm body close. he’s been gone for far too long, worked far too hard and you don’t think you can be without him again, not tonight.

your head shakes rapidly again, eyes gleaming under the glowing and neon city lights. “tonight, we barely have any time,” you sigh desperately, cutting hawks off. “i want to spend what’s left with you.”

his forehead falls lazily against yours, amber eyes locked away in bliss and his trickle of amused laughter slips into the little space between you. you watch keigo curiously, gaze darting across his relaxed face for a sign, for anything but then within seconds— heavy hands trained to kill but so skilled at many other things, land on the curve of your waist and grip the small of your back to yank you into a sun searing kiss, passionate enough to make you stumble and for you to wrap your arms around hawks’ neck to stabilize yourself.

the familiar routine of your bodies stumbling back into your apartment— your sanctuary away from the buzzing city— has your brain alight, the feeling of keigo’s lean body pressing against you has you willingly throwing yourself into deep shades of red you wouldn’t dare touch on your own, you can’t think of anything else as the winged hero licks deep into your mouth— sucking on your tongue, swallowing any moans you give him as if they fuel your desire for him in ways he can’t explain. bodies and tangled limbs tumble into your kitchen, coats and outerwear shed as your back meets a wall and keigo hikes your leg up high on his hip. you whimper wetly against his bruising fruity lips when his growing erection brushes against your clothed core. the slow movements of his hips have you feeling every inch of his girth deliciously even through the ridiculous bagginess of his hero costume.

“how d’ya want me, dove?” he breathes, laboured, into your mouth— the grip he has on your thigh starting to tremble with need, practically tugging you onto his hardening cock.

you gasp and gripe, veins flooding with all sorts of pheromones that activate your desire for the winged hero and your own hips slide down against his— creating the perfect friction between you both, “don’t care,” come your shaky words, eyes unfocused and skin buzzing at every point in which keigo’s fingertips touch.”just wan anythin’, all of you...tie me up, throw me down...anything you want keigo,” you plead, tongue heavy in your mouth as you babble mindlessly, it’s coated in saliva that you swap with keigo during sloppy kisses before the grinding stops and he’s carrying you right to your bedroom.

your tummy bristles with excitement, pussy so wet your panties stick to your slick folds and throbs with need when your back hits your plush bed. keigo looks like an angel with dark wings while he hangs above you, his blood red feathers spread wide and the glowing yellow of his eyes holding the narrowed obsidian slits staring at you with immense lust. you don’t dare move as his eyes track you, you feel like a lamb to a lion, a mouse to a bird of prey underneath him and hawks uses his flurrying feathers to pin you the bed— push up your shirt and tickle your blemished, soft tummy until your back arches.

“anythin’ i want, huh?” he growls like a wild beast, the sound sends talons of avarice after your trembling frame— neurons blasted with heavy doses of perverted yearning, your eyes are blown wide— doe like and to keigo, you appear the perfect picture of prey. “fuck, you really don’t care what i do to you, huh? just so long as i fuck you right,” he groans, pulling back from you to wrestle off his belt, the cool leather quickly forming a bind around your wrists.

you shake your head no, breathless and arching— craving for the winged hero to tear into you like a piece of meat. “gonna fuck your throat then, been missin’ how you take me for too long,” hawks decides then, clothes disappearing like the sun over the horizon when the moon takes over. he shuffles up your body then, and you watch with a pleading stare as his heavy cock slaps his chisled body— its bulbous head a shade of red angrier than his wings as it leaks thick globs of precum.

it’s so hot, so hard as keigo grinds his erect cock into the suppleness of your flesh, flushed with heat and primal urge to please him. tracks of silken white stain your skin with each drag of the hero's hips against the temple of your body— the one he would have spent time worshiping if he had all the time under the rising moon and gas burning stars, the ones up in the sky above.

the blonde shudders, wholly, completely to the point where his face twists in an angelic agony when your mouth falls open almost instinctively as his cockhead hits your chin, smearing his arousal across it—it’s almost like you’ve been waiting to taste him and you are, incredibly desperate to do so. your lips close around his top immediately, your eyes watering needily as the first drops of his precum invade your tongue, salty and sweet— so much like him.

hawks grabs the headboard, letting you work your tongue through his oozing slit, lapping at him with fiery greed hotter than the sun your plant orbited— one day to burn so bright that it might just consume the earth one day. that’s how much love, how much ungodly lust you hold for the hero above you. the one who lets you have your fun slobbering over his leaky dick, running your pink muscle over the forked vein on its underside— blue and forked and fat, practically bursting to flood your mouth with seed even though the night has only just begun.

you wonder if there are planets the colour of gold like his eyes, laced with hazardous, poisonous that makes you addicted— the way you are to him. are there planets lined with red the shade of keigo’s wings as they flap when he finally takes control— taunt hips drawing back languidly and pulling his tip from the sauna of your wet mouth before they thrust back to the hilt and fill you with everything that is keigo takami. he hits the back of your throat before you realise, throat expanding around him to accommodate for his weighty size, letting him pour down your throat like a waterfall.

“missed you, i missed this, the way you always take me so well. s’glad your throat re’members the way i feel— fuck darlin’, you take me so well,” keigo speaks gently, rushed words caught in the thick of his saliva as it drowns his tongue in his mouth. he looks down to you, setting your heart alight in your rib cage— eyes mirroring the galaxies forming in yours from the tears, tears that gather from how deep hawks’ cock crawls down your throat— filling you up with globs of his early seed as he fucks you raw, bulging in the base of your throat. you whine around him and keigo imagines this must be what stars sound like, their little chimes in tune with your sweet voice— dancing in the milky way as his balls slap against your chin.

they’re heavy with cum, it even dribbles from his aching tip and it ruins your mouth, your tongue and you don’t think you could ever have another man after being with keigo takami. your eyes say it, dark with wholly consuming gluttony and devoir— ‘cum f’me, for me, keigo,’ and with more pushes into your plush, slick mouth— he does. the hero cums while sloppy and lewd noises echo in your tiny bubble of time and space— a crude mix of spit and cum dripping down your precious, teary face. the cute little gasp you let out when he pulls back before painting your sweet obedient mouth with unbelievable amounts of his release. it’s so sticky, strings connecting your tongue to the roof of your mouth when he pulls out and allows you to show him the mess on your tongue.

you did all this, all of this for him with your hands writhing above your head— rubbed sore from the leather.

but you don’t even care that it hurts, you can’t seem to. not when you’re looking right into the eyes of the sun as hawks repays the favour, his body draped over yours and his fat girth pushing between your sticky folds— wet from the private view you’d gotten when his brows furrowed and eyes cross as he came in your mouth, smeared it against your lips.

“keigo,” you sigh at the intrusion of his swollen cock into your tight entrance, desperate to have him take you to the moon and rattle your entire body. it burns, blistering bright and enticing— all you want is for the hero above you to rock your world while he rocks his hips into yours, your sweet and doughy thighs locked around the small of his waist— heavy dick pressing into your eager creamy walls. “keigo please, please…”

“oh dove,” he says, wings spread out wide and large hands— only now you realise— ungloved, cup your face, thumbs brushing over your wet bottom lip before cascading down to your thighs— pushing them apart for a better view of him sinking into your abyss and becoming lost in the black hole of adoring your body. “you’re so needy, did you miss your man fuckin’ this pussy as much as he missed you?”

you nod, eyes watering once again— can it even rain in space? you ask yourself, every time the blunt tip of keigo’s dick hits pleasure points inside of you that only he can reach, drawing a line against your ribbed walls with his precum— gooey and oozing, squelching and nasty sounds echoing between your personal bubble of space. “mnn, god, missed you s’much, always miss you— hate when you’re gone—!” you gripe, raw moan curling in your throat as hawks fucks up into you, his cock snug and warm inside you.

he jams into your g-spot, bringing stars down to earth just for you to touch with your gentle fingertips— except your wrists are restrained by his thick black belt and the stars are way too out of reach.”yeah? you miss me so much, that you’re so loyal to this dick, huh? ‘m gonna ne the only one to fuck you—“ keigo pants, sweat on his brow from the heat of the sun, the growing ball of bright yellow lust clashing with the red of his wings. “no matter how long ‘m gone, you’re always gonna be mine.”

you become overwhelmed, not by the harmony of your moans together or the clap of his heavy breeders balls slapping against the curve of your ass but by hawks himself. the way he shines above you, his eyes roll and lips part in a silent o— you’re overwhelmed by him, the way he weaves in and out of your life, keigo has no permanent fixture to you— even if he sinks his talons into your plush flesh. and so, you wonder again for the second time that night if he takes the form of a gas planet— if the man driving his girth so deep inside you that it kisses your cervix, stretches out your gummy, viscous walls— is your jupiter, a planet made of gas that could fissile out whenever it pleased.

and then, you wonder if you’re just one of the many moons that's serving him.

keigo grunts through his teeth, lifting you by the hips and hooking your arms, though restrained, over his head until they hook around his neck. from here, he bounces you on his dick until you can’t breathe— there’s no oxygen in space, you remember, brain deprived and neurons buzzing with pleasure you didn’t even know existed in your own galaxy. tears line your eyes, clumped on your eyelashes like stars that had fallen from the sky just for keigo takami.

your insides are bruised as you hiccup, the winged hero freeing a hand from your waist to cup your pudgy and tear stained cheeks. “don’t cry, dove, just let me make you feel good,” he murmurs, lips against yours in the final seconds of your incoming high— he swipes a tongue over your swollen bottom lip, rolls his hips up into yours and drags his tip over sensitive spots that have you moaning to the moon and back. “‘m gonna cum,” he says heavily, lips on your neck— heated from the pants of his breath. “gonna fill you up with my cum, mark you up from the inside. keep you mine. make it so that no one else can fucking have you.”

the filthy words make you dizzy, have you spiralling through the abyss of time and space and you never ever want this night to end— because if he leaves again, it might break you and you might never come back down. you wish that you could freeze time and stay like this with him, swirling your hips in keigo’s lap— skin of your thighs slapping together wetly, juices staining your skin with a galactic shine— like the night sky on a clear day.

“want it, your cum— give it to me,” you chant, your breasts pressed against hawks’ sweaty chest— pebbled nipples brushing against one another and pulling more lewd moans from deep within your chest. the bed frame shakes beneath your joined bodies, adding to the nasty mix of skin slapping against skin. “please i need you,”

and maybe it’s the desperation in your voice or the neediness in your eyes, but as keigo lifts and drops you back down onto his erect cock— frothing at his base and pouring sweet nectar down his fat balls— he lets a hand slip over your clit, his fingers smooth from wearing gloves draw shapes, connecting stars and forming constellations against your clit until you cum so hard your body can’t take it. you squeal so loud, your body shakes so hard that you collapse a sweaty mewling mess in the number two hero’s arms. “i love you,” you mumble, lost in your mind as you gush all over keigo’s tummy— who’s not far behind. his hips jut upwards into yours, barely stalling when he unloads his hot seed deep inside your awaiting cunt, flooding your insides and painting you white— his wings flap aggressively as he cums and it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve seen since the moon rose.

it’s only when the blazing ball of fire, the stars stop burning inside you and lining your eyes— when the gravity starts working again and you plummet back down to earth that you realise what you’ve said and done. keigo freezes.

suddenly you feel the coldness of space, you feel scared and want to pull away from the moon. you’re scared that he’s going to leave you, that you’ll have to deal with more sleepless nights and feeling alone. but then, hawks regains his breath, “i love you too,” collapsing with you in his arms into the sheets— pressing kisses to your cheeks, holding you closer than what seems possible. “i love you, dove, i do…and that’ll never change, i don’t want you to think otherwise…”

you can’t explain the warmth that takes over you, but it’s evident in the smile on your face as you hold him, brushing your fingers through golden sun rays in his hair. “so then, will you stay with me tonight?” you ask him, breathless and curious.

“for tonight and all the others after,” keigo nods, barely detectable in the shadows of your room but written in his amber eyes—visible due to the shining moon and city lights that slip through your curtains. “i’ll be here.”

and he does, he stays tangled with you in the sheets until the sun rises over you both— fast asleep in one another’s arms.

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moriarty-bibliotheca · 3 years

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—❦ ❝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞❞ ✉

— 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 ✉

𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒔: good morning, sweetheart. i really love your writings, it's rare to found a writer who writes for moriarty the patriot x reader and i'm glad i found your blog. also, can i request a william scenarios? s/o try to convinces him to not forcing himself for stays awake on sleepless night thinking abt the plans, and they ended up deeptalking in each other's arm, in bed? soft william please! thankyou so much before ^^

❝ 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 ❞

— 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝘂𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗹! 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

— 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘀!

— 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱!

☎ 𝒃𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒚'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: why hello, darling! i’m randomly wriitng this at midnight so i’m sorry if it seems off <3 but, good morning! why thank you, that was so nice of you, i hope you’ll enjoy this! go ahead and check the story out <3 thank you for your visit, come back again!

‘What is that noise?’ You thought as you awoke from your slumber and sat up from your bed, it was around midnight and you wondered who would be awake at such an hour. Your eyes landed on a tall figure seated by the window, scribbling away about who-knows-what, you let out a sigh as you softly spoke his name, “Liam?”

His scribbling stopped and he turned to face you, he smiled gently as he stood up from his seat and walked towards you. “I’m sorry, dear, did I wake you?” asked the male as he brushed his hand against your cheek. “Yes, but that doesn’t matter,” you held his hand as you looked at him.

“Why are you still awake?” Your question seemed to make the man freeze for a bit because looking back at his desk, before he could start explaining, you immediately spoke, “are you busy planning your next move?”

“You know I have to do this, dear,” spoke William softly as he sat beside you, you let out a sigh before laying down and pulling him under the sheets. You gave him a tight embrace before letting out another soft sigh.

“You have to rest,” you spoke as you hugged him closer. His scent held a familiar feeling of home, being in his arms brought a sense of comfort and with him rarely sleeping nowadays meant it has been a while since you cuddled with him.

“I am not finished yet-,” said William because you placed a finger by his lips to silence him, he let out a sigh before wrapping his arms around you. “Look, I know you’re an intelligent, young man with a vision to change this country for good. You have people around you with the same views and they are willing to work for you even if it would cost them their lives,” you voiced out your inner thoughts as you sat up and held his hand, you looked at his ruby eyes and continued.

“But, that doesn’t mean you have to spend restless nights thinking and plotting for your next move. Isn’t it better to work when you get better rest? Please, don’t neglect your health like that.” He stayed silent for a bit before looking back at the desk - a bunch of papers were scattered across the flat surface; a few books were left wide open, the pages had a few scribbles of lines and circles; and a large copy of the country’s map was placed under all those stationery.

“I know that, but we can’t just relax and do nothing for a while. What if we let our guard down one day and somebody were to find out about this? Everything that my brothers and I have been planning, then it wouldn’t go according to plan and it would put all of your safety at risk,” replied the male.

“Including you,” whispered William as he looked at you, his eyes held worry and the tone of his voice sounded heartbreaking, “I can’t let you be in danger because of me, because of this. I want you to be in the new world with Louis once I’m gone.”

“Once I’m gone...” His words pierced your heart harshly, like it was stabbed by a dagger again and again. You were not involved in their plans as a skilled assassin like Sebastian or a martial artist like Fred, nor were you taking up another identity like James. You had no contribution to them, even Louis felt the same thing as you, but even he went on a mission with William while you haven’t.

You did not know what to reply, you tried not to let the tears well up in your eyes as you thought about your potential future - old and unmarried. You would be lying if you said it did not affect you as much, it hurt and you felt like there was nothing you could do to change his mind.

William seemed to notice your silence, your glistening tears threatening to fall down your cheeks weren’t unnoticed either. He knew what he said bothered you and immediately regretted saying it, he cupped your cheeks as he hugged you close. “I’m sorry,” whispered the male, “I did not mean to make you cry.”

“I’m not crying,” you denied as you sniffled and moved away from his embrace, you quickly wiped your tears and let out a sigh, “please just rest, I would rather see you energized and healthy while you do your thing than seeing you all frail and tired.”

You laid back on the soft mattress and looked up at the apex of your shared canopy bed, the shifting of the blanket can be heard as William laid beside you and wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m sorry,” whispered the male once more as he caressed your hair. “Silence,” you ordered softly as you scooted closer to him and hugged him closely, “just hug me and take a rest.”

“Let’s at least enjoy this moment of us together,” you softly told him, “there surely wouldn’t be more of this in the future...” Silence took over your bedroom as he protectively embraced you. Soon enough, drowsiness took over both of your states and immediately fell asleep in each other’s arms - you will always remember and miss his touch in the near future.

☎ 𝒃𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒚'𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆: wait no i teared up a bit while writing the ending- anyway, hope you enjoyed, darling! stay safe! requests are currently closed for now, i’m sorry for not posting as much! i’ve been struggling with my motivation to continue writing, but i’m back now <3 come back soon, love!

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hopelesshawks · 3 years

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Love and Admiration Part 36- Man of Your Dreams

18+ Bakugo x fem!pro hero reader

Summary: (Y/n) has known Bakugo since middle school, admired him since high school, and had a crush on him since the first time they met. Even now, a top pro hero in her own right, she can’t shake her school girl crush. Too bad Bakugo literally has no idea she exists. Well that’s not entirely true… He does know pro hero Mercury exists, but (y/l/n) (y/n)? Never heard of her.

Warnings for dry humping, dom/sub themes, praise kink, oral (female receiving)

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The door to Bakugo’s apartment is unlocked for you so you walk in as soon as you arrive before locking it back behind you. You’re surprised to find the apartment silent, having expected at the very least the sound of the tv going or perhaps of Katsuki cooking in the kitchen. You wander around his apartment in search of him, flicking on some of the light switches since the only light seems to be coming from the sunset through the large bay windows on the far wall. You’re about to flick the lights on in the living room when you finally spot Katsuki and suck in a breath. He’s fallen asleep on his couch, clad in gray joggers and the hoodie you bought him. The black “Are you still watching?” message from Netflix on the tv indicates he must’ve fallen asleep while watching something and it makes a warm fondness bloom in your chest.

You step further into the living room, reaching for the remote and then turning off the tv before moving to sit on the floor in front of the couch. The golden and red orange light from the setting sun plays through his hair and dances over his features. He looks so gentle like this and you can’t help but try to commit the image to memory. You’re not at all surprised he’s exhausted, he’d worked an early morning shift again and has still been recovering from the sleepless nights he’d had when you two were fighting. You’re happy to see that the bags under his eyes are finally fading and you can’t resist the temptation to reach out and press a gentle kiss to his forehead before carding your fingers through his hair. You’re not sure how long you sit there just combing your fingers through the blonde strands and drinking in the sight of him, but eventually he stirs slightly. He sighs into your touch, the only indication at first that he’s woken up at all, before his eyes finally flutter open, crimson irises meeting your (y/e/c) ones. They slip shut almost immediately afterwards as he reaches to pull you onto the couch. “C’mere Princess,” he mutters sleepily and how could you possibly refuse when he looks so soft? So you allow him to pull you on top of him, one arm wrapping around your waist as you pillow your head against his chest. “You like watchin’ me sleep, huh?” he asks, voice rough and deeper than normal since he’s only just woken up. “I do. You looked like you were having a good dream,” you hum. “I was,” comes his easy reply as his hand rubs circles into your back. “I’m sorry I woke you then.” “Don’t be. I was dreaming of you,” he admits, as if it’s the most casual thing in the world. You pull back so you can look at him properly, searching his face for a sign he’s messing with you. “You’re kidding,” you say incredulously but that only makes the smug and sleepy smirk on his face grow wider as he shakes his head. “I’m not. The reality is much better though,” he says before leaning up to press a kiss to your lips.

All of the warmth that had been filling you while you’d watched him and then processed his sweet words overflows now, spilling into the gentle kiss you two share. Slowly the kiss starts to turn heated as you open your mouth to allow his tongue inside to tangle with yours. You feel the moment his dick starts to take an interest, gradually starting to harden as his hands roam underneath your shirt to slide along your bare waist. Soon he flips the two of you over so you’re pinned beneath him, grinding his hips down against you in a way that has both of you groaning into each other’s mouths. There’s no rush to your actions though as he continues to grind down into you and you cant your hips up to meet his. He drops his mouth from your lips to your neck, nipping the delicate skin there before soothing it with his tongue, making sure to leave marks. One of your hands grasps at his back, urging his hips to continue their rhythm but the other tangles into his hair as you gasp at the continued attention. You eventually tug him back up to meet your lips again and when you next roll your hips up to meet his you’re delighted at the low keening moan it wrenches from his throat. His hips start to stutter in their rhythm, a sign he’s getting close to his climax, so he starts to pull back but you push down on his back and bring your hips up to encourage him to keep going. You separate your lips from his only to bring it to the shell of his ear. “Don’t stop, want you to cum for me,” you whisper and you can tell by the shiver that runs through him and the muttered curse that drops from his lips that he’s going to listen.

When you grind your hips up again, Katsuki eagerly meets you halfway, the fabric of his sweatpants providing extra friction against his weeping cock. “You’re being such a good boy for me Katsuki,” you praise and it only seems to spur him on more as more curses spill from his lips and he continues to hump against your leg. “F-fuck Princess, I’m gonna-“ he whines. “Do it,” you reply, “let go for me baby.” He grinds against you one final time before he’s spilling his load into his sweatpants with a strangled cry, darkening the gray fabric. “Shit,” he huffs breathlessly as he rides out the aftershocks of his orgasm. “Think you can make your Princess feel good now too?” you ask coyly. “Fuck yes,” he all but growls before kissing you until you’re as breathless as he is as he encourages you to slide further up the couch so you can lean your back against the arm of it. He then settles himself between your legs, watching hungrily as he pulls your bottoms and panties down to reveal your dripping sex. He wastes no time burying his face between your thighs, licking a long stripe along your folds before slipping his tongue into your pussy. “Shit, just like that. Feels so good,” you groan as his tongue drags along your inner walls. His rough palms keep your legs spread for him as you slowly start to fall apart above him. “You’re doing so well Katsuki, fuck. Right there,” you moan, your head falling back as your own climax draws nearer. One of his hands leaves your thigh to press circles into your sensitive clit and it doesn’t take long after that for your orgasm to come rushing over you with a cry of his name.

As you come down he presses kisses to your inner thigh before finally leaning up to kiss your lips again. “Such a good boy,” you coo breathlessly. The growl you get in response makes you laugh as Katsuki’s cheeks and ears turn pink. “Since when did you start giving orders?” he asks. “Since I realized you might actually listen. You’re pretty cute when you follow instructions,” you tease. “Watch it, Princess,” he growls in warning, fire sparking in his ruby red irises. “Or what?” you tease. He’s about to show you exactly how he intends to teach you a lesson when you’re both startled by a pounding at the door. “Yo lovebirds, It’s party time!” you hear Mina shout from the other side and you can’t help but laugh as Katsuki groans, his forehead falling to rest on your collar. “One second!” you call back, which only makes your boyfriend growl again. “C’mon, you know if we don’t hurry up she’ll melt down the door,” you laugh, pushing gently at Katsuki’s shoulders to encourage him to climb off the couch. “Fine, but I’m teaching you a fucking lesson later,” he huffs, nipping the skin at the base of your neck to emphasize his point before finally climbing off you. You hurry to pull back on your panties and bottoms as Bakugo moves to answer the door. “Wait!” you call out suddenly, lunging forward to catch his arm before he can get too far. “What? You’re the one who said Raccoon Eyes would melt my door,” he points out with a raised eyebrow. “I mean yea but maybe I should grab the door while you change?” you offer, pointedly looking down to the stain he’d left on his sweatpants earlier before meeting his eyes again. He curses under his breath, face turning a vibrant shade of red as he recalls the mess he’d made of his pants. “I’ll be back,” he grumbles before storming off towards his room and you can’t help but to laugh before the sound of Mina pounding on the door again has you making yourself presentable and rushing to answer it.

You hurry to fling the door open to find your friends on the other side, grinning with excitement and many carrying their own contributions to the alcohol stash for the night. You let them in and guide them to the kitchen to drop their cargo before you greet them all eagerly with hugs and excitement. Midoriya, Denki, and Kirishima especially give you a warm welcome since they hadn’t seen you at all since the last hang and don’t get to talk to you nearly as much as Shinso and the girls do. By the time you’ve finished saying hello, you’re alerted to Bakugo’s return by his arms wrapping carefully around your waist. “I guess you guys had fun waiting for us,” Shinso deadpans as he leans casually against the kitchen counter. “No idea what you’re talking about,” you shrug, leaning back into Katsuki’s warm embrace. “So the new hickeys on your neck just spontaneously appeared?” he asks, amusement evident in his smirk as you try to sputter out an excuse despite obviously being flustered. “We were having a lot of fun before you guys showed up. If you wanna fuck off-“ “Katsuki!” you interrupt him scandalized although your friends seem to find it infinitely more amusing than you do. They tease the two of you for awhile, even as drinks start to get poured and the party starts to begin in earnest, especially once they realize Bakugo is wearing the Mercury hoodie, but it’s all in good fun. In all honesty it warms your heart a little to have this. You can’t help but be struck by how lucky you are to finally have the man of your dreams and friends that support your relationship so wholeheartedly.

As the others start to move the party out of the kitchen, Katsuki holds you back before spinning you in his arms to face him. “I’m not fucking you in the kitchen when our friends are literally in the other room,” you say immediately, causing Katsuki to roll his eyes. “That’s not why I held you back idiot,” he huffs. “Oh! What is it then?” you ask, slightly sheepish. “You just seemed deep in thought ‘s all. You good?” he asks brusquely. A fond smile spreads over your face. “I’m more than good, I’m perfect. I was just thinking how glad I am to finally have you,” you explain happily. “Yea?” “Yea.” “Good. Me too.” When he slots your lips together this time you both know it’s more than just a simple kiss.

It’s also a silent promise of forever.

A/N: Another fic finished 🥲 thank you all so much for reading this and supporting me. Every like, reblog, and reply has meant the absolute world to me and I’m so grateful. If you liked this fic feel free to check out my others through my general masterlist or request to join the taglist for my next series Basic Instincts, starring my favorite bird boi Hawks

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stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale · 3 years

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[against all odds, your hand is in mine] [2/4]

Seasons change, and with each comes a different story. In a world where the dead roam around, romantic companionship seems unlikely. Yet Ericson stands, and within it are four couples who are proof that it's possible.

Summer: Clouis | sleepless nights, purple and orange skies, adventure, rooftops

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Notes: Hi. Have some clouis I wrote at 3 o’clock in the morning when I couldn’t sleep. Just as much hand holding and smoochin’ as the last one.

[screenshot used is from the lovely @pi-creates who also helped me figure out this damn school layout... well as much as possible. the school layout is wild.]

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Clementine used to dread night.

Before she and AJ had a stable roof over their heads, comfortable beds to sleep in, and a room to call their own. That's when night used to weigh down on them. Many sleepless nights she would lay awake in the back seat of their car with AJ curled at her side. Every little noise kept her alert, feeding into her worry.

Noisy bugs, the coo of an owl, walkers groaning in the distance, hungry animals, and sometimes dangerous people trying to survive by any means necessary- they were what occupied her mind every damn night.

What if she fell asleep and walkers surrounded the car? What if scavengers broke in and took their stuff at gunpoint? What if the place they parked wasn’t safe? What if she couldn’t get to her bag in time, or the knife from beneath the seat?

Then night would end, dawn would break, and another morning sun would rise. They would survive all over again.

Sometimes dawn was worse. She always wanted to let AJ sleep just a little longer, but couldn’t. They were back on the road with empty stomachs and never enough sleep in their systems. The same thing every damn day. She would promise AJ they would find something, that one day they would find a safe place they could call home.

She was never sure that day would come, but it did.

They were saved after a car accident that should’ve left them to the walkers, and brought to Ericson’s Boarding School for Troubled Youth.

It wasn’t easy ensuring this place as a home for herself, AJ, and the rest she’s come to love as her family, but it was worth it. Clementine doesn’t have to sleep clutching a knife in her fist anymore or lay awake wondering when they’ll find their next meal.

She doesn’t even have to worry too much about her recovery.

The loss of a leg like that? Clementine knew she wouldn’t have survived that if they were still out on the road.

Everything they went through was worth it.

While walkers still roam and there are other dangers out there, most of her other troubles were in the past. She has family to rely on now. Aasim and Louis are by her side to keep things running smoothly. AJ takes on more responsibility the older he gets. Not everything falls on her.

The only things she should think about at night now are the good things. The fact that AJ sleeps peacefully in the bed across from her, and how Louis’ arm feels draped over her waist as he rests beside her. Sleep should be easy, and night shouldn’t be intimidating.

And yet, she lies awake with thoughts so loud and overwhelming, she’s surprised they don’t rouse the entire dorm. It doesn’t help that her leg has been bothering her with “ghost pains,” as Ruby calls it, and the dorms are sweltering from the heatwave this week, leaving the air stuffy and uncomfortable. Sweat sticks to her brow and everything is uncomfortable. No matter what position she lays in, no matter how dark it is out or how open the window is, there’s no escape from any of it.

It’s hot enough that Louis suggested he sleep in the other bunk for the night so that they didn’t smother each other. They both knew that wasn’t going to happen, but it’s sweet that he tried. They’ve shared this bed for over a year now, and even though his arm is heavy and does nothing but make her warmer, it’s harder to sleep without him there.

He even tried his best to sleep as close to the wall so he could give her more space, but no matter what, he always ends up rolling over closer to her.

With a small sigh, Clementine reaches up to feel atop the dresser beside the bed. First she grazes wood- her peg leg. Pushing that aside, she finds the water bottle she kept there. Maybe that’s what she needed. The heat always made her throat dry, and the air in here is so humid it’s nearly driving her insane.

Wrapping her fingers around Louis’ wrist, she lifts his arm to slide away as gently as she can so as to not disturb him. A quick, sharp pain shoots through her thigh, and she has to bite her lip to suppress a wince. It doesn’t linger, but damn, sometimes it’s enough to put her whole body into shock.

A soft gust hits her from the window as she sits at the edge of the bed, a small relief that goes as soon as it arrives. She hopes for more windy days. At least then the heat is bearable in the shade. When everything is still and the sun is in full bloom, there’s no escape.

Louis shifts, arm spreading out across the space she no longer laid. Something about that makes her smile. Most of his face is buried in the pillow, the rest obscured by his dreadlocks. She reaches over to brush them back. Her fingers linger after tucking them behind his ear, revealing his serene expression.

There were so many nights that Clementine slept alone in the woods. Before she got AJ back, there were nights where she was convinced she’d never sleep in another bed again.

Damn it.

These thoughts… they won’t go away.

The water is just as warm as everything else, but at least it leaves her a little less parched than before. What she would give for some ice. Hell, at this point, she’s tempted to hobble out of Ericson, down to the river, and fling herself into the cool water. She wouldn’t even care if she scared away all the fish or got all gross and muddy.

The heat of a hand brushing her back startles her, causing water to dribble down her chin.

Louis rubs soothing circles over the thin material of her t-shirt. Staring up at her through drowsy, lidded eyes, he sighs.

All thoughts of the river are gone.

“Clem?” His voice is rough, quiet.

She smiles down at him. His hand falls to rest against her arm as she whispers back.

“I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.”

A hum sounds from his throat, and for a moment, she thinks he’s doing as she said. But instead, Louis props himself up on an elbow to better see her through the dark.

“Your leg?” he asks, cocking his head, his brow furrowed with a concern that spreads warmth through Clementine’s chest. “Is it bothering you?”

“Only a little,” she admits with a shrug, then offers him the water bottle. “More thirsty and sweaty, if anything. Hard to get comfortable in this heat.”

Louis takes a swig of water, grimacing at the taste. “That all?”

“Mostly.”

“Bad dream?”

“Have to sleep long enough to dream.”

“Ah,” he says. Closing up the water bottle, he scoots closer to her kiss her clothed shoulder, resting his chin there. “What’cha thinkin’ about?”

“Everything, nothing,” she tries, relaxing against him. “I don’t know.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“The everything, or the nothing?”

“Whichever.”

“Nah, I don’t want to keep you up.”

“Too late, love,” he yawns. “I’m wide awake.”

She smiles. “You sound it.”

“Mmhmm.”

Clementine rubs her heavy eyes, and her hand falls into her lap only to be grabbed by him. A bit of embarrassment washes over her knowing how sweaty her palms are, but Louis doesn’t seem to mind.

“It’s hot,” he grumbles when she doesn’t speak. “It’s bullshit.”

She really must be tired because she nearly chokes on a laugh. Her other hand presses against her mouth, and she freezes to check on AJ. He’s still fast asleep, sprawled over the bed and snoring. Louis chuckles into her shoulder.

Despite complaining about the heat, Louis presses closer to where he’s almost beside her. He watches outside the window. It’s not as dark as it was when they were laying in bed. Dawn’s coming, and that makes her sigh. Her only consolation is that even though she knows she’ll be tired all day, maybe it'll be enough to make her want to sleep when night comes once more.

Louis hums, and then pulls away so quick, she almost falls back. When he speaks her name, he’s strangely serious.

“Clementine?”

She loves the way he says her full name. She never told him that, but somehow he was able to figure it out.

“You up for a little adventure?” he asks.

She raises a questioning brow at him. “Uh, what kind of adventure?”

He’s out of bed, silently moving about as he whispers, “That’s for me to know and you to find out.” He grabs her slipper and his boots from the corner, and her makeshift peg leg from the dresser.

“Right now?”

She’s sure by “adventure” he means playing piano in the common room until morning arrives and they have to get the day started, but it’s a bit early for that. Usually, their piano lessons are in the evening time.

Louis kneels down in front of her to help secure her peg leg. She waves him away with a suppressed giggle when he tries to slide her slipper on like in that old princess cartoon. Both hands in his, he pulls her up from the bed, only to then grab her crutches. Odd.

She’s gotten better at balancing on her peg leg for short distances, only using crutches on busy days where she needs the extra support.

“You’ll need them for where we’re going,” he explains, handing them to her.

“The common room isn’t that far.”

“Who said anything about the common room?”

Before she can respond, he grabs two pillows from the top bunk above their bed and presses a finger to her lips. He nods over at AJ, who’s still fast asleep. They try to sneak out as soundlessly as possible, but that’s hard with how loud her crutches tend to be when moving. Luckily, they don’t seem to disturb the slumbering boy.

They’re hit with the refreshing morning air as soon as they step outside. Louis walks ahead of her, stretching his arms high above his head and letting out a yawn that turns into a satisfied groan. Clementine inhales as much as her lungs allow her, the scent of cool dirt and something floral an intoxicating combination.

“Y’know, I’m not much of a morning person,” Louis says. “It’s a shame.”

“Neither am I.”

They’re both notorious for sleeping in and being the last ones up. Might be due to them being night people or having troubling sleep patterns. Either way, AJ usually has to shake them awake, and even then, they end up lying in bed until they have to get a move on.

“And yet, you’re up so early.”

“Funny,” she knocks into his shoulder with a smile. “So are you.”

“Who do we think we are?”

Louis wraps an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close enough to plant a quick kiss on her temple. Together they head into the admin building, passing the common room to make the slow climb up the stairs.

“So, where exactly are we going?” she asks. “Because if it’s to play piano, we missed our turn.”

Louis winks back at her. “You’ll see.”

“You have another secret piano that I don’t know about?”

“I wish, but no.”

When he brings her through a blocked-off hallway, they have to climb over a bunch of furniture and debris. She damn near gets stuck, but Louis is able to lift her up with ease. He’s gotten good at that.

She’s never been through this part of the school. It’s more decrepit than the main parts of the school she sees every day. From what she can tell, the rooms aren’t classrooms, but maybe they used to be offices? Who knows, most of the lettering on the plaques are falling apart.

At the end of the hall, there’s a ladder leading through a hole in the ceiling.

“Uhm…?

“I take it you’ve never been to the attic?” he asks, noting her puzzlement.

“Nope. I didn’t even know this place had one.”

“It’s pretty spooky up there. Lot’s of big spiders, maybe a couple of bats, and possibly a boogeyman. And a lot of old teacher shit,” Louis gives a disgusted shiver. “I think the headmaster kept some of his things up here, too. Been a while since I’ve snooped around.”

“You want to look through the headmaster’s things, or are we here to fight this boogeyman?”

“No, and no,” Louis smirks, and tosses his pillows up one at a time before stepping aside and motions for her to go first.

“Are you sure this thing’s stable?” she asks, wigging the ladder. Dust puffs all around it. It clearly hasn’t been used in a long time.

“No,” he replies, “but I’ll be right here to catch you if you fall.”

“And what if we both fall?”

“Then I’ll break your fall, and you’ll break my ribs.”

She rolls her eyes. “Great.”

It’s tricky climbing such a steep ladder, but he’s right behind her to keep her steady.

The musty heat of the attic hits her first, nearly making her gag. It’s not as dark as she expected, but there is something eerie about the unknown shadows of everything stored up here. It's the kind of place where your eyes play tricks on you, making you believe things are all around you, ready to pounce. She gets another whiff of something moldy and wrinkles her nose. Dirt and dust stick to her legs and shorts, and her hand brushes something sticky, like a bundle of webs. God, she hopes she doesn’t get spiders in her hair. It’s longer and curlier than it’s ever been, and she doesn’t even have her hat to protect it.

“This is…” she trails off.

“Super romantic?” Louis questions as he climbs up the ladder. She doesn’t even need to see him to know amusement's plastered all over his face.

“No. Not even a little. It’s gross.”

Louis laughs, helping her up to wipe the grime off her back.

“Not much has changed,” he says, peering around. “Except I think something died up here? Though I don’t think I need to know for sure, and that’s not why we’re here anyway.”

He leads her over to one of the double windows, the one with the least amount of breakage. Grunting, he tries to force the rusted lock to detach. She gets a good grip on the other end, and on the count of three, they pull. Once loose, the window slides up with little effort. The problem is the remaining glass. It cracks and drops to the wooden floor, shattering.

“Damn it,” Louis curses, doing his best to kick the shards out of the way. “Here, I’ll go first, just watch where you step. That’ll go right through your slipper.”

“Yeah, that’s what I need. An infection in my other foot,” she mumbles more to herself, but Louis snorts a dry laugh anyway. She hands him the pillows and her crutches before bending through the open window herself.

It leads to the balcony overlooking the entire yard. It’s much bigger than the broken balcony outside the office, the one beneath them. It’s perhaps more than twice its size. Finally, the stench of the attic is gone with the brush of the wind. Not too strong, but enough to cool the dampness of her skin. She closes her eyes, breathing it in.

“Y’know, if we told Ruby about what’s in there, she’d have a heyday tearing it apart,” says Louis.

“She’d make you help her clean it out.”

“Well, hey, let’s not get too crazy,” Louis laughs. “I think she’d rather have Aasim’s help. It can be their special project.”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure he’d love that.”

Clementine’s never been up here on this balcony. She always wondered how to get up here and what the purpose of it is. Why have two dormers of the slanted roof leading to an unusable balcony?

Hell, when Mitch and Aasim hung the threatening banner across the admin building for the raid, she assumed they climbed up from the outside. She had no idea the windows opened from inside the attic.

“Huh…”

Turning from the roof, she heads to the end of the balcony. From here she can see far over their walls and through the miles of trees that are nothing more than black silhouettes against the lightening sky. It’s not the highest point overlooking the school, but it’s enough to make her a bit woozy when she looks straight down over the edge.

“Wow.”

“Pretty nice, huh?” Louis says over his shoulder. “It’s a wonder we don’t come up here anymore. The view is worth braving the attic.”

Realizing he’s not standing with her, Clementine curiously watches him throw the pillow onto the pitched roof. They slide down a little before sticking against the worn and sun-damaged tiles. She knows there isn’t anything flat on top, though. It’s an edge, so what’s he doing?

“Uh, Louis?”

“Tell me something, Clem,” he says, bracing himself against the wall of the dormer as he climbs the slope. He climbs on top of it with ease, snatching back the pillows as he asks, “When was the last time you woke up early, sat down, and enjoyed a good sunrise?”

The question isn’t what Clementine expected. Truth be told, she’s watched the sunrise many times. All those sleepless nights that occupied her thoughts tonight, they all ended with her watching with a pit in her stomach as the sunrise brought morning.

But thinking about it now, she hasn’t watched a sunrise since…

“Well, the last sunrise I saw was when I was bitten,” she says slowly. “AJ and I walked through the woods and didn’t stop until morning, but I guess that doesn’t really count. I wasn’t sitting… and I wasn’t paying too much attention to it. I was worried about other things.”

Louis is quiet, and she can tell he’s panicking, second-guessing himself.

“I’m sorry,” he finally says. “I uh… I didn’t mean to bring that up. I forgot that you… shit.”

“No, no,” she shakes her head, moving away from the edge. “Louis, it’s okay. I know.” She sets her crutches against the other dormer and smiles. “You gonna help me up?”

Relief loosens his shoulders, and he grins back. She can still see the uncertainty lining his dark eyes, and makes a note to reassure him once she gets up there.

Locking his hand with hers, Louis helps pull her up to him. He loops an arm around her waist, and with ease, she’s sitting on top of the dormer's roof, facing him. She can see why he brought pillows. This would be painful without them. It takes them a moment of shifting and fussing with the pillows before they find a comfortable position. Facing where the sun would eventually rise, they sit close with their legs laying off the side.

They both catch their breaths, and Clementine places a hand over his that rests comfortably on her thigh.

“You good? How’s your leg?’ he asks.

“A little sore, but that’s nothing new.” She brings his wrist to her lips. “Thank you.”

He chuckles a bit, tipping his head forward as if to hide his smile. That wouldn’t do. Leaning forward, Clementine caught his lips with hers for a quick kiss, only for it to be broken when she nearly lost her balance.

“Don’t fall off!” he exclaims, clutching her waist. “If you fall, I’m gonna have to fall after you, and it’ll be embarrassing when the others find us all mangled up here.”

"Don't worry, I'll break your fall."

"Ha ha."

She follows his gaze to the sky.

It’s light blue now, almost a cool gray with wisps of burgundy clouds, and all the stars are gone. It’s peaceful, the ambiance of rustling leaves and birds chirping their morning songs soothing. The breeze even brings with it a chill that tingles through her arms.

It’s so much different up here than it was in the dorms, or even just in the yard. It’s crazy to her that not an hour ago, she was lying in her bed, uncomfortable… overwhelmed. Now, the smallest bit of glow teases behind the trees, and she can only think about how Louis’ hand in hers makes her chest swell.

It’s easier to keep those unwanted thoughts away, and she wonders if it’s silly to think that the thoughts can’t find her up this high. As if those miserable, painful memories couldn’t always find her.

Everything matters, and yet up here, so does nothing, and she’s strangely happy about that.

The radiating light blooms, warming blues into purples and oranges, light bleeding through the trees onto the grounds of Ericson. An amber cast washes over them and the dark rooftop.

It’s never looked like this before. Or if it did, she ignored it for years.

Clementine steals a glance at Louis, admiring the glow against his freckled skin. It reflects in his dark eyes. Her heart quickens. She always thought of him handsome, and he only grew more so the closer they became over the years.

But sitting here with him on the roof of the admin building, watching dawn break all the colors of the world, she could only think of him as beautiful. Not just because of his looks, or even the things he said to her tonight or any other night. It’s in the way he holds himself and who he was and who he became. It’s the way he smiles not only with his lips, but with his eyes. She trusts him. She hasn’t felt so safe in the arms of another since she was a little girl hugging her parents or entrusting her life with Lee, and that meant everything to her.

“We don’t have to talk about what’s bothering you,” Louis says suddenly. “I just want you to know that I’m here, okay?”

He’s watching her now, studying her now that he’s caught her staring.

“It doesn’t matter,” she manages, voice coming out much shakier than intended.

“Yes, it does.”

“I don’t want to think about the past.”

Louis kisses her wrist. “Okay.”

That’s more than enough reason for her to lean over and hug him, and when his arms wrap around her, she decides she wants to stay up here. She’d give up sleeping in, her worst habit, to do this again.

He kisses her slow, hand brushing the back of her neck to curl in her hair. She shivers, bringing him closer than before to deepen the kiss. They’ve done this hundreds of times before, but kissing Louis never fails to make her forget everything else, even if only for a fleeting second.

Nothing else. Just right now.

"Clementine."

This moment.

His lips on hers.

The sun. The morning air.

These feelings.

Like every day, the sun rises, and it’s another day.

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typinggently · 3 years

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I have never watched that show. How much background info I should look up to enjoy your Sam x Dean fiction?

Dearest, that’s so sweet ahhh 🥺🥺 Honestly, I’m so honoured that you’re willing to dive into unknown waters for me 🌹🌹🌹 I wrote up a short introduction! ✨

The basics are as follows: Sam and Dean are the sons of John and Mary Winchester, with Dean being 4 years older. After Mary’s supernatural death when Dean is 5, John sweeps his children into his car and leaves the burning corpse of their normal life behind, with a sweltering pain inside of him. Driven by fear for his sons and the burning need for revenge, John raises his sons as hunters and in motel rooms. There is, and that is crucial, no resemblance of a normal life for any of them after Mary’s death.

If we’re speaking in very basic terms, Dean is the daredevil womanising Marlboro Man, complete with muscle car and leather jacket, and Sam is the more soft-spoken smart one who eats salad and has glossy-soft hair. (However, of course, Dean is fiercely family-oriented, protective, good with children. Sam started out with a rebellious streak and is still capable of great violence when he doesn’t keep himself in check. Also Dean’s the type to gaze dreamily into his girl’s eyes and hold her hand as she rides him and Sam’s one night stands are mostly of the ‘rip off your shirt and hit it from behind’ kind.)

~🖤~

Considering there are 15 seasons to choose from, people have (naturally) picked up certain elements that they find most enjoyable. There’s a good deal of people who watch it as a (romantic) comedy.

I personally enjoy the American gothic horror, the way those two are entangled beyond comprehension and, at times, indistinguishable from the monsters they hunt. Even if my fics have different topics or are lighthearted and honey-dripping, the base note is always this: their relationship, due to nature and nurture, is incredibly obsessive. Their world has been reduced to the two of them in the confines of the car or the ever-changing motel rooms, ever since they were little. Dean’s purpose in life was to protect and care for Sam, Sam’s purpose in life was to let that happen. There’s some resentment in that, sometimes you can feel them rebelling against this tangled, claustrophobic mess, but even if they fight and snarl and break up, they always return to one another and heal those cuts in their bond, which, in essence, only means that they settle back into their entangled, Janus-like double soul.

~🖤~

I’ll give you a brief summary of the first five seasons (the core of the show, at least to me), just to illustrate my point. Despite all else that happens, I think that is the foundation of the show, and thus, probably all you need to know to understand what I have in mind while I write.

🔥.1.🔥

The story begins with Sam at college, trying to establish a life away from the road and, in essence, Dean. That attempt of normality burns on the ceiling in the person of his girlfriend Jessica, repeat performance of when his mother’s body lit up his room 21 years ago. Dean picks him up and he goes back to the car, to the life he tried to leave behind, and, essentially, to Dean. They follow a trail of breadcrumbs and coordinates John leaves them to eventually get back to him. They find John, find the demon that killed Mary, and, as the turn of a new chapter is right at their fingertips, get bulldozed by a truck.

🪦.2.🪦

Season two has Dean dying. John can’t let that happen, so he finds the demon responsible for taking everything (his wife, his life, his son) from him to trade his own soul and the only thing that could kill said demon for Dean. John dies, Dean lives, and has to live with that guilt. Just like John, he turns to hunt down the demon responsible for taking everything (his mother, his life, his father). Sam starts having visions, a power grows inside of him that he can’t begin to understand and is incredibly frightened by. The demon sweeps in to steal him away, and Dean comes just in time to catch Sam, powerful and dying, in his arms. Just like John, Dean goes to trade his life. He’s promised one year on Earth, eternity in hell after. Reunited, revived, they find the demon responsible for taking everything and with the help of their father’s soul, kill him. John goes to heaven, Sam goes on living, Dean knows he’s going to hell.

⏳.3.⏳

In season three, Sam lives and has to live with what Dean did. He desperately tries to find a cure, a solution, anything. He finds Ruby, instead, a demon who promises him all three. It doesn’t work, the overly-powerful demon Lilith who was promised Dean after one year, comes and gets him. Sam watches helplessly as Dean is torn apart, then holds him, warm but cooling, in his arms.

🩸.4.🩸

Season four finds Dean finding himself breathing underground. He digs himself out of his own grave and finds Sam and has to find out that Ruby found him first. It’s now that we learn who found Dean and raised him out of hell: Castiel, unkillable, unfathomable, unbelievable. Dean, who never believed in God, now has to learn that there’s a biblical plan laid out for Sam and him. Meanwhile, Castiel, who always believed and is starting to doubt, tries to find God, who’s responsible for it all, but vanished. Meanwhile, Sam is drawn closer and closer to Ruby, by Ruby. While Castiel raised Dean out of hell, Ruby found Sam on Earth and wrapped herself around him, offering a shoulder to cry on and a wrist to drink from. Sam, who wasn’t strong enough to save Dean, quickly gets addicted to demon blood, which makes him stronger than humanely possible — and, in Dean’s eyes, less human. He falls for Ruby and falls for her scheme, which leads to him breaking the seal that kept Lucifer contained, starting what will lead to the end of everything. Ruby’s life ends with Sam’s arms wrapped around her, holding her still as Dean sinks her own knife into her.

⌛️.5.⌛️

Season five leads to the end of the world, with Heaven and Hell trying to convince Sam and Dean to follow the plan written for them: Sam is destined to be Lucifer’s vessel, give over his body to him, while Dean is meant to do the same for Michael. They are meant to fight and kill each other, and thus decide the fate of everything, heaven, hell and earth. They refuse. Dean refuses to let Michael enter and use him, forcing heaven to manipulate their half-brother Adam to step into his big brother’s shoes. Sam invites Lucifer in, but refuses to do as he’s told and breaks the Devil’s hold over him to sacrifice himself and Adam and save everything. It ends with Sam, Adam, Michael and Lucifer trapped for eternity in the cage Sam broke the seal of, and Dean, on Earth. Alone.

(Not quite, of course. Following Sam’s wish, he finds a life for himself, a woman and a child that isn’t his but close enough that Dean can pretend. Outside, in the dark, Sam watches.)

~🖤~

Voilà, that’s it. Sam and Dean kill and die for each other, sell their souls and humanity to save one another or repent for the fact that they couldn’t. There are many, many other stories interwoven there, for example the story of the amulet Sam was meant to gift their father when he was little, for protection. When John doesn’t show up to receive the gift, he gives it to Dean. For decades, the amulet is kept right against his heart, until it stops beating and Sam takes it off, to keep it warm and safe against his own chest. When Dean returns from hell, Sam, who was never able to believe that Dean was really gone, gives it back. Its journey ends where it began, in a motel room with Sam and Dean, when Dean, who finds his faith and hope to save them and the Earth crushed, takes it off and throws it away.

(And a quick look at s6: Dean has the orange juice for breakfast, scent of freshly cut grass life Sam wanted for him for one year, until Sam comes to collect him again. After spending an eternity in the cage with Lucifer (and Adam and Michael, who presumably sat in their corner and made out while Sam was being skinned like Marsyas), Sam was lifted out (by Castiel), but lost his soul and the memories of his torment in the process. What does it mean for one to lose one’s soul, what happens to that person? Sam stops sleeping, he stops caring what other people think, he stops caring for other people in general. He’s an incredibly efficient hunter and spends most of his (limitless, sleepless) time hunting, exercising, or having sex. Despite this empty, cold shell his brother has been reduced to, Dean drops his life of dinner at eight and slow morning sex to join Sam, and gets broken up with over the phone for being too attached to Sam.)

~🖤~

This got quite long after all, but I hope this got the idea across! Those two are very fascinating characters and I love them dearly. Twisted little clowns.

#this got long even though I tried to be brief u.u #clown boys #wincest

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*+VALENTINE’S DAY

the one where harry has an eventful day

“Shit! Are you crazy?” Y/N gasped in surprise when the passengers seat was occupied, the door opening and slamming shut all while the car moved at a speed of 15 km/h —cursing her forgetfulness for not clicking the locks shut.

“Keep driving!” The passenger shouted, looking back through the windshield.

* ACHY BACK

the one where y/n’s back hurts and harry draws a bath

“Took too long,” Y/N mumbled as they met in the middle, knuckling tiredly at her eyes. A pout sat on her face as Harry stopped himself from ducking his head and catching her plush lips with his, craving the sweet taste of her and her strawberry lip balm. Her arms wrapped around his snatched waist, halting his breath at the tightness of her embrace and settling for a kiss on her forehead, the scent of her shampoo wafting in his nostrils, knowing that she had taken a shower hours prior. Her back had been aching since then, the pain barely bearable for her stature, causing a crease in between his brows.

+ A LETTER TO THE MAN I’VE LOVED

the one where harry receives a letter from y/n

Is it really worth it to look back in retrospect about ‘what had been’ when she can think about ‘what could have been’ if both of them realized their faults? Granted, he was more resilient in that sense than her, but he was no better at the time. She made mistakes and it had haunted her to this day, practically killing her with each moment she spent without him by her side.

+ UNWAVERING (1) (2) (3) (4) (5)

the one where harry cheats (another version of ‘a cheat’)

"I-I'm in a bit of a rush, baby.” He took a step back, increasing the distance between them. "I have a meeting today. Lots of work to be done," Harry responded his tone suggesting that he didn’t want to talk anymore. Y/N nodded to please him.

"Right. Maybe we can go out tonight to grab some dinner," She suggested, a hopeful glint in her eyes and he almost felt guilty for putting her at the back burner of his mind.

"I really have to go, baby," Peeking his head around her frame, he spotted the untouched toast and apple juice resting on where he should be. "I'm sorry."

+ ALL I ASK

the one where feelings aren’t mutual and hearts are broken

“I don’t want to be scared of what will happen tomorrow or if all we have is right now because we’ll have nothing left but I am,” A sob ripped through his throat, emotions were heightened tenfold because she was so close yet so far and they were still Harry and Y/N but at the same time they weren't. They’ve changed over the span of one night. “All we have is tonight,”

* LITTLE PRINCE

the one where harry and y/n are 7-year olds

Harry gasped in horror, crouching to his knees and getting his knee dirty beside the girl.

"Y/N? Y/N! Are you okay? I'm so so sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen. I swear I wasn't mad at you, I was just jok- Why are you smiling?" Harry yelped, panic evident in his shrill voice. His hands wandered towards her face, tilting it left to right, up and down, searching for any visible and invisible injuries besides the bump on her forehead.

RENEGADE

the one where y/n teaches harry the ‘renegade’ dance

“What are y’doing?” Harry asked, his eyes wide as his large palms ruffled the fluffy towel on his damp curls. The steam from the bathroom escaped to your bedroom where you were panting with effort, your chest heaving so hard that the peaks of your breasts rose with each breath.

“Uh, what are you doing?” You retorted slowly, hiding your hands behind your back were your fingers gripped your phone. Your thumb dug hard on the volume bottom, frantically trying to decrease the music from the phone speaker.

DROP THE TOWEL (m)

the one where harry does the ‘drop the towel’ challenge

“Hey, babe,” He greeted, walking closer to you in a towel that made him feel liberated. You hummed in a silent greeting, giving him a smile before doing a double-take at his appearance. He dropped the towel on the floor, his length hanging proudly between his legs.

You gasped at the sight, the knife clanging on the marble counter, “Ooh, hi there,”

He smirked cockily, watching your eyes observe his body, tongue subconsciously peeking out between your lips until you snapped your head to the window, “Oh my god! There are people out there, Harry,” You wailed in alarm, bending over to hand him his towel.

DREAM WITH ME (exclusive content as of right now) - this fic will be posted on Tumblr when I return from my hiatus

the one where y/n has trouble falling asleep

Harry’s admiration gets interrupted when a sudden jolt took over Y/N’s body. He dropped his mouth open a little in shock, rubbing her back soothingly when she whimpered quietly, “Shh, it’s okay. You’re safe with me,” She must have had experienced one of those moments when she was falling until her vision drooped to a shaded black.

DIGRESS (1) PROGRESS (2) REGRESS (3)

the one where love fails

What happens when love fades away? How do you cope with the feelings disappearing slowly like a blot of dark blue paint diluting with every stroke of a ruffled paintbrush? Y/N wondered if there was a chance to fixing what has been lost--what has disappeared as the canvas soaked through in a permeated osmosis. Coating the brush of blue with white paint took several layers to completely cover the mistakes. There had to be an effort in wanting to make the faults and errors completely opaque from the eye; the bleary, watery irises soaked with tears, dampening her lashes in a thick haze as she cried.

ROUTINE (1) (the first part will be posted on Tumblr when I return from my hiatus. following parts will be patron-exclusive content)

the one where harry is a camboy

In a blink of an eye, Harry’s toned body was showcased on the screen, allowing him to view what his viewers had the pleasure of seeing. The ‘LIVE’ sign blinked repeatedly.

“Hello,” Harry drawled out purposefully using a deeper tone to set the mood. “How are you today?” His fingers stayed hung over the armchair, griping it slightly when comments started rolling in.

NOTES ON CAMP (1) (2) (3) (exclusive content as of right now) - this fic will be posted on Tumblr when I return from my hiatus

Y/N plastered a smile on her face as she shook Belle’s hand. “Sorry but I need to steal Harry away,” Belle tugged on his tattooed arm, fingers clasping around his wrists as he started walking along with her. “See you, Y/N!” Harry greeted, turning around with his arm draped over Belle’s shoulder.

“See you,” She whispered under her breath, looking at his retreating figure towards the cafeteria. Y/N couldn’t help the disappointment she felt, her shoulders slouching at the realization that it was too good to be true. Of course, he had a girlfriend. A gentleman with chiselled features and a caring personality complimenting her? No way. Still, she wasn’t too sad about it. It wasn’t like they’ve known each other for long. Plus, they were co-workers! It would feel wrong to start a relationship anyway.

STRESSED OUT

the one where y/n is stressed and harry wants her to take a break

“What d’ya mean I don’t get it?” He closed the paperback, making sure to clip in his bookmark to save his spot.

A pregnant pause slithered the room. Her fingers typing against the keys of her laptop ceased as she shot him a glare, “You’re not studying, are you? All you do is write songs, fiddle with a few instruments and sing it in front of people who adore you,”

Harry physically pulled his chest back. He felt like he had been shot. He knew she didn’t mean it though, but it still hurt to hear, “O-oh. I didn't know y-you felt that way,”

She continued, “You don’t know what it’s like having to spend hours researching so you don’t get anything wrong. Sleepless nights to perfect one paragraph that my professor nitpicks to the bone,” Y/N penned a few words on her notebook, not noticing the pout plastered on Harry’s face.

DESSERT

the one where harry wants something else

She pulled away, shaking her head adamantly, “No way! I spent all day cooking and you’re not gonna skip it just to eat my pussy,”

He the corners of his eyes squinted in offence at her description, “Your pussy’s top tier, baby.” Harry ‘tsked’ his tongue, “If yeh didn’t know that already, then I’m doing a horrid job,”

PET NAME

the one bff!harry just wants y/n to call him by his pet name

“Am I, Harry? Seems like you’re putting me at the back burner nowadays,”

He was speechless; had he? Harry didn’t mean to make her feel this way but he wasn’t aware that he was actively blowing her off for Ruby. And why won’t she call him ‘honey’? That was his nickname, wasn’t it? H stood for Harry but it was also the pet name Y/N had given him.

His voice emulated a soft, syrupy tone that lingered in the air whenever he spoke. He was the colour honey itself--golden and yellow like the colour of the sun. Harry was bright in its sense of intelligence and the way he illuminated the whichever room he entered. His kindness catered to everyone’s needs and left pieces of his heart wherever he went.

Harry was honey.

ROOMMATES SERIES (3) (4) (5) (6)

the one where harry and y/n are roommates

updates every 2 weeks!

will not be posted on Tumblr until the series is finished

Y/N gasped at Harry’s proximity, lids snapping open with her hand reaching over to pat along until she found her phone which was blaring with an alarm that she had set. Harry gulped, eyes wide as his mind ran through what the hell just happened.

“What are you doing here? Get out!” She yelled, tugging the sheets higher on her body.

“I-I was just waking you up so you can make us dinner,” Harry stuttered out, his excuse sounding lame but he patted himself on the shoulder for making it up on the spot. Well, that was his intention in the first place until he got distracted.

FRIENDS DON’T MINI-SERIES (1) (2) (3)

“Is this okay?” Her doe irises searched his. Harry raised his head lazily to make eye contact, nodding his head with a bit lip. Y/N clenched her inner thighs together at his already blissed-out state, his pupils slowly becoming larger with arousal. “Friends don’t touch each other this way,” She purposefully drew out her statement, giving Harry an out of the situation if he needed to.

“More than okay,”

FIC EXTRAS #1 - TEASE

the one before ‘under the table’

“Fuckin’ dirty,” He spat, the pads of his thumb tracing circles on her hipbones, not feeling a trace of clothing resting on her hips. “Wearin’ a short dress with no panties,”

Y/N hummed, arms slanting behind her to support her upper body so that she could spread her legs further, making room for Harry’s hand. “Didn’t feel like it,”

“Y’just waiting for me to find out, hmm? You knew I couldn’t resist myself when you look so goddamn pretty,”

UNFINISHED DRABBLE #1

the one with fratboy!harry

“Y’alright?” Harry’s husky breath barely made its way to her ears, only then did Y/N feel the hand palming her lower back, another one gripped around her shoulders. Her front flushed against his own, feeling his hard chest on her heaving ones. She peeked one eye open, looking around at her angled stance, then to Harry who wore a concerned look scanning her face. Y/N nodded in response, blinking rapidly, her nipples hardening at a sudden cold breeze beneath the thin fabric of her dress, surely poking him through his shirt. She blushed at the thought and his brief glance over her where they touched, his eyes dilating the tiniest amount.

UNFINISHED DRABBLE #2

the one where harry’s a cheating asshole

Harry wormed his way through his delectable voice and his ever-present words that somehow scorched your shield to the ground. Again. He promised never to do it again and your love-sick heart trusted him. Again.

But your trust wasn’t something that was particularly valuable to him. To Harry, it would always be there, lingering like the stars in the night sky; always present, always gleaming. Harry was very sorry for what he was doing to you. It was ironic, really; he hoped and prayed every day that you wouldn’t find out but his carelessness left everything out in the open.

TEXT MESSAGES #1

the one where y/n has silly thoughts

TEXT MESSAGES #2

the one where harry and y/n share the same class

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plagued with the realisation that people think i am bubbly and outgoing?? even though i have severe anxiety?? suspect i'm autistic/adhd and also am just a literally walking disaster, why would people ever think i am sane let alone, outgoing?? i spend my weekends asleep, in bed, not talking to anyone except scrolling through my dash and giggling at people that live in my screen and watching tv shows and writing about said tv shows.

help?

#ruby rambles #sleepless night with ruby <3 #i think i need to be sedated #and like i need to get a diagnosis for something #because why tf do people think i am bubbly and outgoing #i'm unhinged #i say whats in my head #I HAVE NO FILTER #they acknowledged this in the conversation i had #i have no words #being called bubbly and outgoing has absolutely changed my worldview #i haven't been called that since i was 9/10 #send help

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⚜️ Napoleon Bonaparte~

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⚜️ Vincent van Gogh~

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⚜️ Theodorus van Gogh~

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⚜️ Osamu Dazai~

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⚜️ Isaac Newton~

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⚜️ Jean d’Arc~

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⚜️ William Shakespeare~

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⚜️ Comte de Saint-Germain~

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⚜️ Sebastian~

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⚜️ Headcanons:

Sexting [+18]

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Mystery Suitor

ALL MidCin Requests

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👑 Alyn Crawford~

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Regret & Heartache

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👑 Louis Howard~

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Dancing Waters

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👑 Giles Christophe~

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Golden Bells

Sugar Bubblegum

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👑 Leo Crawford~

All Leo Requests

Detention [+18]

Ruby Red

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👑 Byron Wagner~

All Byron Requests

Longing [+18] ( Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 )

Silky Shackles [+18]

Birthday with Her Star-Gazer

The Black Knight of Stein [+18] ( Part 1 //

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👑 Nico Meier~

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Creamy Frosting [+18]

Savory Risk [+18]

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👑 Robert Branche~

All Robert Requests

Breathtaking

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👑 Sid Arnault~

All Sid Requests

Anything For You [+18]

“Miss Me, Baby?”

Sweeter Than Chocolate [+18]

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👑 Albert Burckhardt~

All Albert Requests

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👑 Rayvis Harneit~

All Rayvis Requests

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👑 Headcanons:

Build-A-Bear Date

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Mystery Suitor

ALL DtL Requests

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🎏 Okubo Toshimichi~

Chosen

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cdarkheartzero · 4 years

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Today’s theme- “Too far”

I was skimming through some comments and such and came across @the-garbage-is-my-fandom ‘s comment of “more horror art” on my “Bathtime” piece. And I was inspired. I’m especially excited for @melodyofthevoid to tear into me like I do her when she abuses my son.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen” Dib chanted to himself choking on what little air his lungs could grasp. He had never known fear like this and his body just had no idea how to handle it.

Dib mind raced, playing the previous weeks in his head, trying to figure out what went wrong. His master plan, a small gas bomb capable of temporarily paralyzing or knocking his enemy out, was finally complete. Many a sleepless night and wasted weekend on containment structure, chemical analysis and test runs. This was it. Finally, he could capture the alien menace and expose him. Finally, he would no longer be the crazy kid. Finally, the world would see the danger they were in all along. Finally.... he would be the hero.

But this wasn’t supposed to happen.

[[More]]

Dib snuck in through the front door after Zim’s idiot sidekick carelessly left it open, making haste to the neighborhood taco truck’s sirens blaring in the distance. He cautiously entered, realizing the Invader was no where in sight and gently placed the bomb in the center of the floor of the “living room”. Carefully he made his way up to the wires completely covering the ceiling for shelter. Soon enough, Gir threw the door open, Damn near ripping it off its hinges, absolutely covered in grease and meat. It seemed the taco run was a success.

He wandered over to the “box” in the middle of the floor and started screaming for his master. “MASTAAAAA!!!! A PRESENT!!!!!!” He shrieked and screeched. How did Zim deal with this all the time?

Within a moment or two, an undisguised Zim angrily emerged from the toilet in the kitchen (which was a sight Dib never really got used to. How does a WHOLE BODY fit down the small opening of a TOILET?!)

“Gir! What nonsense are you going on about!?”

“I gots a present! I’m the birthday boy!”

Zim quickly snatched the “gift” from the metallic hands, studying it’s shotty craftsmanship briefly and returning his full attention to the wide eyed robot standing before him. “What have I told you about bringing junk into this house? First that street lamp-” “But I wanted a nightlight to keep the monkey away.” Gir quietly and somberly interrupted.

Zim sighed. Was this conversation going to go anywhere? No. No, it wasn’t. He might as well talk to the jar of mayo still sitting open on the kitchen table from 3 days ago.

He bent down, clutching the box to his abdomen and give the robot a small pat on the head. “Zim told you he took care of the monkey. It can’t hurt you anymore. But please, Gir, refrain from bringing more stuff home.” He said calmly with a defeated tone in his voice. Gir’s face lit up with a wide grin spanning from “ear to ear” (had he had them anyway). “OKAAAAAY!” He screeched and wrapped his arms around his master. Dib could swear he heard something pop and squish under the groans and painful sounds Zim was emitting.

Then there was a click.

It seemed like the blink of an eye it all happened. An explosion unlike anything Dib ever thought possible by his hands unfolding around him. Windows shattered as glass slashed through the air in every which way direction. Chunks of flooring and wall violently slammed into anything unfortunate enough to come into their path. The fogged air was tainted with this disgustingly potent smell blanketing the entire room. The resulting shock wave flung Dib from his hiding spot, colliding with the cold tiles beneath him.

He blacked out for just a moment, his body on fire and his ears ringing loudly, drowning out all other sound. His eyes slowly opened and he worked up the strength to push himself to his feet. He noticed the blood on his hands as he lifted himself. He wasn’t surprised he got cut. He just couldn’t determain how bad. He was so disoriented.

He tried his best to scan the room, eyes adjusting themselves from the bright blast that had just assaulted them. A shine in the corner grabbed his attention in the sea of rubble and destruction. The robot, Gir, was crushed into the wall by large slabs of concrete and tiles. His once blue glowing eyes dim and cracked. He remained motionless.

“Oh, no.” Dib thought, realizing the severity of his actions. “Zim!” He cried out of instinct. There was no response. There was no movement in the cloud of smoke as it slowly decepated. The clearing air revealed Zim’s limp frame sprawled out within the neon-green splattered crater the explosion created by the front door. A gigantic hole displayed the vacant interior of his chest and abdominal cavity. Every bit of his internal organs were laid on the ground. His ruby eyes open and dull with his face resting almost peaceful. Dib’s stomach dropped.

THIS WASN’T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN.

Panic was setting in. He wanted to get close to the alien but it’s like his legs forbid such an action. So he goggled. “WHAT DO I DO?!” He blurted out to no one. He backed into the kitchen, never taking his eyes off the crater of debris and guts. His breathing jagged, his pulse racing and his throat overflowing, begging to release its contents on the oddly colored tiling. He felt sick.

“INITIATING SURVIVAL MODE”

He jumped. A sudden noise in this deafening silence. It was a voice he instantly recognized. Zim’s Computer. But it wasn’t echoing from the darkness of the house... it was coming from Zim.

The once limp body slowly started to adjust itself, trying to sit itself up. The more it moved, the more it’s contents leaked out of the organic frame. Dib just silently stared in awe....in relief.... in disgust as his fallen rival stood up. Swaying slightly as it tried to regain its balance. Their eyes locked. A shutter violently shook Dib. Zim was a lot of things. A pain in the ass. An idiot. Selfish. A narcissist. Incompetent. But this wasn’t Zim. This.... was TERRIFYING.

The creature’s thousand yard stare prickled Dib’s skin with the feeling of a million bugs crawling on his person. The paranormal investigator watched-even from several feet away- the speedy throbbing of the veins protruding around It’s eyes. The alien opened his mouth to speak and all that came out through the river of brightly colored blood was the sound of static. It was painful. SO PAINFUL to hear. Dib wanted to shield his ears from the sound but his body stood there still.

The creature’s attention tore away from Dib for a moment, eyeing the damaged robot. His PAK opened up, aggressively flinging his long, thin, robotic legs outwards. The legs came down one by one, echoing a small “clink” on the floor as the razor sharp ends touched the tile. His body lifted and made his way to the faithful metallic companion. Without saying a word, Dib watched as Zim’s body pried the heavy debris pinning the small robot. Gir’s body was released and the gloved hands gently caught him before he could fall on the floor.

THIS WASN’T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN

“Zim.... I swear.... I didn’t mean to...-“

He was caught off when the red eyes turned to his direction again. Even without pupils or Iris’, Dib could feel the daggers being thrown at him. The mouth opened to speak. “Gir.... why?”

Dib backed up one more step, further into the kitchen. Zim’s voice.... it was wrong. Metallic. Cold. Disoriented. Unlike anything he had ever heard before. Words caught in Dib’s throat but he mustered all his strength to release them. “It was an accident. It-it was just supposed to knock you out.” Dib continued to ramble. “I don’t know what happened!”

“Miserable”

Dib tensed up “W-what is?”

“Your existence brings misery. To your planet. To your family. To anyone unfortunate enough to come into contact with you.”

Those words cut Dib’s soul deep. It’s like Zim could read his worst fears. Something he kept hidden- that black stain in his heart-all this time. Exposed. Just like that.

Before he could say anything, the alien continued “ You have always been an annoyance, you sickening human. We cannot escape you. Your voice. Your presence. Your smell. Forever a thorn in our side. The reason my tallest find me nothing more than entertainment. Why Zim can never succeed in his goals. Now this....the only good Zim had...” he said staring at Gir’s face.

“What is he talking about? What did I do with his leaders?” Dib pondered, eyes frantically shifting between Zim’s body and the door behind him.

His neck snapped in Dib’s direction. “But that’s not the worst part. Zim always heard it. For years. It was always following me.” The legs carried him one step closer to the kitchen. Dib silently took a step backwards. “There. Annoying me. Attacking his senses. A constant reminder of the misery you cause. Zim will rid himself of this....this sound...”

Dib needed to flee. But how? This creature was in front of the door!

Zim’s lips curled up. His smirk growing, stretching wider and wider, tearing the ends of his mouth apart. Blood leaking down the sides of his face as the smile grew to sizes ever more disturbing. It was like he was trying to separate the top and bottom of head. There was a silence. With a grin unseen by human eyes before, The creature chucked.

“OnCe I sILeNcE tHaT hEaRt Of YoUrS, wiLl ZiM FiNaLLy bE FrEe?

As the creature leapt towards the investigator, his body (FINALLY) responded by quickly dodging out of the way, slamming into the sink. The thin, metallic legs crashed into the dining room table decimating it instantly. Without so much as a thought, Dib crawled into the trash can and landed into the claustrophobic elevator to the lab. He panted and shook. It was a terrible idea to go down to the labs. A territory not his. He was out of his element and he wasn’t sure how he would escape. But it beat staying up there and getting ripped to shreds. The pink glow of the elevator made him even more on edge.

The doors opened, startling Dib who was frantically lost in thought. He ran from the elevator, peeking behind tables, tubes and anything else while keeping his senses sharp and alert. Zim was somewhere. Maybe he could just take the elevator back up and leave? But what if he was still in the kitchen?

There was a high-pitched screech pouring from the shaft he had just exited. The elevator lights flickered, sparks raining down and the glow of Zim’s upside down eyes peeked through its opening. His legs slowly pulled him out, adjusting he and Gir (whom was still being cradled) upright. “Diiiiiiiiib.... I kNoW YoU aRe In HeRe....” it gargled.

Dib patiently waited, holding back his sobs and screams, for the towering monster to pass. He needed to keep running. Find the elevator to the toilet! It was the only way! He hid. And ran. Hid. And ran. It was the most horrifying game of cat and mouse conceivable. The longer it went on, the worse it seemed to get for him. He couldn’t find the exit. And he couldn’t find Zim. Not that he WANTED to find him, but at least pass him to know he was still in this metallic labyrinth. That the kitchen was clear.

Finally, he stumbled upon what he assumed was the elevator on the other side of a large room. He was so close-! Within a single second, his joy faded to nothingness by the familiar sound of scraping. He watched the shadow on the floor as it shakily passed by the table Dib had temporarily chosen as shelter. It stopped and stood still like a statue momentarily: Then went about it’s way. “Finally-! To that door!”

He sprinted to the exit, knocking a few items from a table and catching the beast’s attention. Running with all the strength his body had to offer, he was finally within reach of the button left of the doorframe. His fist slammed into it and the sounds of the creature hurried closer, bellowing his name in a mortifying shriek.

The double doors opened. Dib threw his body into the room only to hit into something and get pelted with tools and cans tumbling from above. Realization slapped him in the face. This isn’t an elevator....

This is a closet.

With heavy dread, Dib turned his face to see that he and the creature were mere inches away from each other. There was no where to go. Never taking his eye’s off Zim’s, he felt two sharp knives glide over his ribcage, gently banging on each bone as they made their way to their target. It’s face had a permanent smile, gradually becoming more and more uncontrollable the harder and faster the thrashing in Dib’s chest became. As the blades slowly began digging in and red blood mixed with green, 5 words continuously haunted his thoughts.

THIS WASN’T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN

Thanks so much to anyone that read this! I hope you enjoyed!

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writeblrfantasy · 3 years

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excerpt from the ruby savior: i am not the fucking ruby savior

denial is a lovely state of mind <3

“I wouldn’t have told the Ruby Savior the story of my escape if I didn’t trust her wholeheartedly.”

Ruby whips around. Antoinette is smiling, eyes dancing with easy amusement. “What the hell are you on about?”

“Oh, come on. Tell me you haven’t thought about it too.”

She can only stare. “I—me? What? No. Are you crazy?”

Antoinette rolls her eyes. “Your aura. Your resilience, your strength. Your quick thinking when you broke me out of that cage. I’ve had suspicions for days that you’re her.”

“Many Farlings are resilient,” Ruby protests. “We have to be.”

“Maybe you can’t sense your energy, but trust me, it’s there. I trusted you. Can’t you trust me, Vinna Lara?” Her earnest voice makes Ruby shut her eyes.

“You’re mad,” Ruby whispers. “I am not the fucking Ruby Savior. I am not Vinna Lara. I am not her.”

“You share her name!”

“Many people do!” Ruby snaps. “That means nothing.”

“Don’t you think the fact that you learned where the Vha’nor headquarters means something?”

“I don’t believe in that kind of thing.”

“Well, I do. When I had nothing and no one but the damn mule and sleepless nights and looking over my shoulder, I prayed to grace. For you.”

“For her,” Ruby corrects, but Antoinette shakes her head.

“You are her. She is you. I prayed for your guidance, your presence, anything, any sign of you. You’re golden. You’re warm. You’re everything we need. Only you can fail to see.”

“No, you’re wrong,” Ruby says. “If I was her, I would’ve known about it by now. My mother would’ve told me, my family—something.”

“Ruby—”

“Please, drop this,” she says. “We can’t stand around talking like this. Galven will be on us any minute. We need to keep going.”

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fatefulfaerie · 3 years

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Hallucinations

Febuwhump prompt #11/28

Franchise: RWBY Volume 4

Word Count: 2,117

Spoilers for RWBY Volume 3 under the cut

Ruby had trouble sleeping ever since the fall of Beacon and it was never a question why.

Like never before, she had horrible nightmares, nightmares that delved deep into memories she wanted to repress, memories of seeing Penny dismembered, memories of civilians and classmates being killed by Grimm and the White Fang, memories of seeing Yang without her right arm, memories of being too late to save Pyrrha.

Ruby would toss and turn and yet she could still hear the crackling of the fire in her ears, reminding her that she was awake and that this would likely be another sleepless night, that tomorrow morning would be met by heavy eyelids and a foggy, fatigued head.

She opened her eyes to see three more sleeping bags around the fire, Ren and Nora sleeping soundly in two of them and the third empty. Jaune, who was meant to be keeping watch was sitting staring at the crackling fire with sad, forlorn eyes. Ruby’s own silver-toned eyes swam in pity for his silent grief before she attempted once again to drift off. Their days of traversing Anima were long and tiring and if they were going to make it to Haven Academy, they all needed their rest.

Jaune was quite used to hearing Ruby toss and turn in her sleeping bag and thus he thought nothing of it, his eyes unrelentingly on the fire in front of him. His knees bent in front of him and his sword lain beside him, his thoughts strayed, much like Ruby’s, towards everything they had lost.

A breeze shifted the smoke of the fire to where Jaune sat, the swordsman thinking he could tolerate it until his eyes stung a touch to much. Jaune coughed as he stood up instead, waving his hand to attempt warding away the smoke.

His sword clinked as he picked it up from the green-hued grass, Jaune finding himself once again staring at the golden embellishments added to it.

“Jaune,” he heard someone whisper. He looked at Ruby, then at Ren, then at Nora and yet none of them seemed to have voiced it. His brow furrowed. Perhaps he was hearing things.

“Jaune,” he heard again, the faint whisper gaining some volume, the voice growing in breadth. If Jaune didn’t know any better, he would say that the voice he was hearing was that of Pyrrha Nikos.

Jaune checked his scroll, seeing if perhaps the video of his deceased teammate had turned on on it’s own. And yet the screen was black, indicating no sound, no activity.

“Jaune,” he heard again, and it certainly did not come from from his scroll. It was an echo in the forest and he looked up and into the shadows to where it came from with a curious tip of his head. Jaune pocketed his scroll and, with a slithering sound, withdrew his weaponry, his sword and his shield that now seemed to be an extension of himself.

Just a year ago, those weapons in his hand seemed a foreign thing to grasp, and quite the odd thing to observe. He was much unlike a huntsman in training with his lack of coordination when he first arrived at Beacon. Some might even have whispered that he didn’t truly belong, and yet he survived the fall of Beacon when others didn’t.

Of course to Jaune, that was nothing more than an anomaly, random chance, sheer dumb luck, a crude joke that he of all people survived.

The forest he walked through had a certain peace and calm to it, which relaxed Jaune from his battle stance. He walked casually as he looked around himself, his weapons loosely held.

“Jaune,” he heard again.

“Pyrrha?” He said turning to the voice quickly.

He wondered why he didn’t see it before but through the trees was a small body of water, with a source that trickled the liquid down the rocks of a small cliff. The scene was peaceful enough and yet as he came upon it he saw a silhouette amidst the fog of the night, one in the middle of the calm lake with a womanly figure that faced away from Jaune. She was cloaked in mystery as Jaune approached, and no familiarity on his part seemed to rid him of his ignorance.

It wasn’t until she turned around with a slow blink of her eyes and a slight whip of her ponytail that Jaune’s weapons clattered to the ground, his heart beating faster than he could manage and his lips parted in surprise. In fact, his heart started to burn and his eyes started to sting, water trickling into his eyes much like it trickled into the pond.

“Hello Jaune,” she said in a voice that could be no one else’s but Pyrrha’s. Jaune could almost convince himself that that were at the dance, standing on the pavilion ignorant of their future to come.

In the pond she stood with the poised posture she always had, her long, graceful red dress matching the bright hue of her hair and yet contrasting her bright, green eyes. She was the very vision of beauty and Jaune’s eyes were quite sore enough to completely let his guard down at the sight.

“You’re…” Jaune said, his breaths panting and his voice shaking. “You’re okay, I…”

Pyrrha’s smile was warm and her outstretched arms were inviting. Jaune rushed into them as if she would disappear without his haste. He clutched her like he never had before.

“Pyrrha, I…I’m so sorry. I wasn’t enough to—”

“Shh,” Pyrrha hissed, withdrawing of her own volition from the embrace and planting a soft finger on Jaune’s lips. It was much more sultry than Jaune remembered and yet her warm touch did something to him that made him forget every bit of sense.

Her finger slid down his parted lips slowly and gently, as if giving Jaune the smallest taste, the smallest tease of her skin gilding along his. Jaune’s eyelids flitted to her lips and he was overcome with not only a deep love but a great lust.

Jaune kissed her with great amount of passion and yet Pyrrha’s smile as she reciprocated the romantic gesture was far too sly of a smirk, far too malicious of a grin. Unfortunately, Jaune was without his senses, his approximation that perhaps this was not Pyrrha Nikos come back to life, but a great and terrible facsimile with intentions far from honorable.

It wasn’t long before Jaune was completely immobilized, dropping to his knees and spaced out. His eyes were glazed over where he sat on his heels, his arms drooping down.

The creature that had appeared to Jaune and only Jaune as Pyrrha Nikos was in fact a rather unique Grimm, legs like the tail of a black-scaled fish and torso a shadowy silhouette of a rather beautiful woman, her stomach toned and flat and her breasts curved. She had long black hair that ebbed shadows into the lake she stood and striking red eyes like that of any other Grimm. She had knelt down to meet Jaune’s eye line as he fell to his knees. He was completely succumbed by her and the Grimm had resolved him to be her dinner, her next feast. She placed her hand on his cheek to guide him into the depths of the lake and thus drown him.

“Jaune?”

The high voice made the Grimm turn her head quickly to her next victim, postponing Jaune’s demise for after she had gotten rid of this little girl in a red hood.

The Grimm quickly searched the girl’s heart, standing up and giving off the illusion of the person she found there. Although she kept her original form, the Grimm appeared to have long, blonde hair and purple eyes

Ruby stopped dead her tracks, her silver eyes wide with surprise.

“Yang, you…” Ruby said. “You’re here.”

Yang nodded, a smile gracing her lips that Ruby hadn’t seen since before the Fall of Beacon.

“Of course I’m here,” Yang said in reply.

Tears had dropped from Ruby’s eyes, but she attempted to sniff and shake them away.

“Yang, I…I was so worried,” Ruby said, walking forward,“worried that I’d left too soon, that I should have stayed and made sure you were okay. I hoped you might catch up with us but the more we’ve been traveling I--”

With a cloud of electrified pink and a quick slice of a sharp, green blade, the Grimm was quickly decapitated. Ruby, about to voice a horrified scream, faltered when Ren and Nora stood over the true body of the Grimm, the real form revealed to the young huntress. The Grimm’s corpse emanated black smoke that slowly trailed upwards.

Ruby blinked her eyes as she panted, shaking her head.

“Ruby!” Nora exclaimed, running to her and placing her hands on Ruby’s shoulders. “Are you okay?”

Ruby furrowed her brow, still in shock, still quite unable to process what just happened, the relief of a reunion of her sister only to see her decapitated and not even truly her sister.

“Y-yeah,” Ruby said weakly. “Yeah, I…I’ll be fine.”

Ren came to their side holding Jaune like it was nothing.

“We should get out of here,” Ren said, Nora nodding in acknowledgement.

Nora placed an comforting arm around Ruby’s shoulders as they walked along, Ruby’s heart feeling greatly downtrodden, and her mind feeling quite fooled.

“That is a rare Grimm known as a Psyryn,” Ren explained as they walked back to camp. “It draws you in by giving the appearance of the person you love most. Once you get close enough, escape is nearly impossible. Must huntsman never encounter one, so it is among the Grimm that aren’t studied in Academy curriculum until junior or senior years.”

“How were you able to resist?” Ruby asked. “Is it because of your semblance?”

Ren shook his head.

“The person I love most has been right beside me both times I’ve faced this Grimm,” Ren continued. “And the same can be said for her.”

“You two have seen that Grimm before?” Ruby asked, looking to Nora, who nodded.

“It was the first Grimm we ever defeated,” Nora said, “trained huntsman couldn’t kill it, but we could. The victory is what got us noticed by our first teacher, who trained us in the art of combat until we were of the age to enroll at Beacon Academy.”

They were now approaching their campsite, the fire dying down and the sleeping bags likely retaining some warmth from the people who left them only moments ago.

“Do you think we should make camp somewhere else?” Ruby said as Ren sat Jaune up against a tree, his eyes still glazed over like he was dead.

“Once we get him back to normal,” Ren replied, kneeling before his teammate. Ruby took no hesitation stomping out the remnants of the fire while Nora joined Ren near Jaune.

“Jaune,” Ren said as he shook Jaune’s shoulder, yet it didn’t seem to wake him in the slightest.

“Do you think it’s too late?”

“Jaune!” Ren said louder, shaking Jaune shoulder more. He didn’t seem to want to consider Nora’s inquiry.

“Here,” Nora said when it didn’t work, taking out Magnhild and finicking with it.

“Nora!” Ren said with a hand on the hammer. “You aren’t going to hit him, are you? You’ll break his nose.”

“Of course I’m not going to hit him,” Nora said, yanking away her weapon from Ren’s grasp as she did. “I’m merely going to electrocute him. Like a defibrillator.”

“Nora, how many times do I have to tell you that electricity isn’t something to be played with?”

And yet Nora had already positioned herself, one hand on Jaune’s chest and the other holding out her weapon. Apparently her plan was to conduct the electricity generated from her weapon and funnel it into Jaune, using herself as a weakening agent.

“You might want to step back,” Nora advised Ren, who hesitated his silence as he did just that.

“Wait what is she doing?” Nora heard Ruby ask.

“Clear!” Nora exclaimed before flipping a switch on her hammer, pink-tinted electricity surrounding the weapon, going through Nora thanks to her semblance and giving Jaune a jolt of electricity. Thankfully it was just enough to startle him awake, his blue eyes popping open.

“Jaune!” Ren, Nora, and Ruby said as they all rushed to him.

“Whoa, o…kay,” Jaune said in response to their undivided attention. They barreled into him to give him a hug and he chuckled, hugging them back.

“What’s this all about?” Jaune asked.

“We’ll tell you all about it,” Ruby said. “For now we’re just glad you’re okay.”

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