#something something cruel affectionate gestures

[grayintogreen]

Is this anything?

[ikaroux]

How are they with their pregnant partner? Neuvillette

Synopsis: Pregnant, your husband/companion is ecstatic. But how will he take care of you during pregnancy?

Style: Cute, fluffy, female reader, NSFW.

Bonus NSFW (18+) I remind minors to avoid reading this kind of content.

Warning: May contain story spoilers for some characters.

Characters: Neuvillette.

Note: This chapter contains Fontaine story spoilers. I advise you to finish Archon's quest before starting to read.

Ps: Sorry for my long absence, I've had a lot of health problems since the start of the 2023 school year...

Part 1 Diluc, Zhongli, Kaeya, Xiao, Venti, Albedo, Kazuha, Childe.

Part 2 Scaramouche, Dainsleif, Thomas.

Part 3 Dottore, Pantalone, Alhaitham.

Part 4 Cyno, Ayato.

Part 5 Tighnari.

Part 6 Capitano, Kaveh + Bonus

Part 7 Itto, Heizou, Lyney.

1. The moon was lighting up the night sky when you reached the door of Neuvillette's office. Silently, you gazed at him from the doorway, waiting patiently for him to take his eyes off his work and meet yours. Knowing that he had already noted your presence, his dragon senses being far more acute than those of mortals, you found a particular charm in watching him devote himself in earnest to the last files of the day.

"It's getting late, my love. "

At these words, Neuvillette raised his reptilian-glinted eyes to you, a tender, affectionate smile lighting up his face.

"You should have waited for me at home. I get worried when you walk alone at this hour."

Dropping his pen, he stood up and walked over to join you. Arriving at your height, he leaned over to place a soft kiss on your lips.

"I know, but... there was something very important I had to tell you. And as lately you've tended to neglect your wife for your work..."

Your words floated through the air, laden with gentle rebuke and nervous anticipation. As you spoke, Neuvillette, with obvious tenderness, gently pushed a lock of your hair back behind your ear, his gesture emphasizing the closeness and deep affection he felt for you. His attention was entirely focused on you, as if he were trying to read in your eyes the importance of what you had to reveal to him.

With a gentle gesture, you took Neuvillette's hand, guiding his palm until it lay flat on your stomach. A silence fell, heavy with anticipation, as Neuvillette watched your gesture, a gleam of curiosity in his eyes. Then, slowly, a flash of understanding lit up his gaze. He sensed, through the touch of his hand, the subtle but undeniable aura of a new life beginning to form within you, the existence of a little being yet to be born. A dragon.

Your husband's heart raced as he finally realized what was growing inside you. Neuvillette, usually in control, was overcome by a wave of emotions: surprise, happiness, a touch of anxiety in the face of the unknown, but above all, a deep and unconditional love for you and for this new life you were carrying.

Without a word, his other hand joined the first, as if gently but firmly enveloping the precious treasure you now shared. His gaze, filled with infinite tenderness, lifted to yours.

In this moment of shared intimacy, words seemed superfluous, replaced by tender caresses and kisses, heralding the start of a new chapter in your lives together.

2. Neuvillette's draconic nature permeated every fiber of his being, making him extremely protective and territorial, especially where you were concerned. His perception of mortals had certainly evolved after the fall of the hydro archon, but his role as supreme judge of the Fontaine court left him little room for easy trust, especially when it came to unpredictable and often cruel human nature.

Your pregnancy only exacerbated this aspect of his personality. The prospect of becoming a father, of protecting and looking after an even more vulnerable being, amplified his protective instincts. Even when you remarked to him, perhaps hoping to mitigate this tendency or channel it in a way that seemed more appropriate...

But you soon realized that it was difficult to change the profound nature of a dragon over a thousand years old...

3. The evolution of your pregnancy revealed hitherto unknown and deeply endearing aspects of Neuvillette. This new facet manifests itself in a surprising way: a soft, soothing, purring-like sound emanates from him when he looks at you or caresses you gently. This sound, unexpected from a dragon, proved to you that he was happy and at peace in your presence…

4. Neuvillette's trust in the protection of you and your child during his extended absences was a privilege he bestowed on very few people. Clorinde and Wriothesley stood out as the pillars of this trust, each with their own role and ability to look after you. Wriothesley, despite his responsibilities anchoring him to the Meropide fortress, was a devoted protector whose friendship with Neuvillette and you never wavered.

The Melusines also held a special place in Neuvillette's esteem. Their joy and zeal in protecting you and your unborn child was not only a testament to their loyalty to Neuvillette, but also a recognition of the importance of your role by his side.

5. The relationship you forged with Furina was marked by an affection and trust that transcended the past of the former archon of Fontaine. Her daily visits became special moments, when the joy of sharing sweets and laughter brightened your day. Discussions about the baby's name, possible traits, or who he or she might most resemble, were moments of pure complicity.

The arrival of Neuvillette, which often marked the end of these afternoons of sweetness and laughter, added another dimension to the family picture. His reaction to the mess left by Furina, oscillating between severity and underlying affection, reflected his deep concern for your well-being. His ability to scold Furina without raising his voice, while reminding her of the importance of your rest, demonstrated a delicate balance between authority and tenderness. To you, this was undeniable proof that Neuvillette would be an exceptional father to your child.

6. During your pregnancy, you showed worrying symptoms of depression. With Neuvillette often absent during the day and sometimes even all night, he only became aware of your condition belatedly, when he found you in tears in the kitchen. Crouched against the cupboards, overwhelmed by deep sadness, you didn't immediately notice his return.

The sight of your distress deeply affected Neuvillette, who at first thought you'd been the victim of an assault by a local seeking revenge after being tried for his crimes by the Supreme Judge. However, he soon realized that your emotional state was largely influenced by pregnancy hormones, exacerbated by the fact that you were carrying a half-human, half-dragon child.

With a heavy heart in the face of your grief, Neuvillette has vowed to stay by your side as much as possible, adjusting his schedule to be more present by your side. He has taken steps to ensure that he can spend weekends with you, actively engaging in preparations to welcome the baby into your life. "Don't cry anymore mon amour. From now on, I'll stay by your side."

7. As night fell, it became customary for you and Neuvillette to embrace tenderly on the living-room sofa. Positioned comfortably across his legs, with one of his arms warmly embracing you, Neuvillette would take pleasure in reading aloud to you one of those sentimental novels you so cherished. Neuvillette's soft, melodious voice enveloped you in a feeling of well-being, as you gently brushed your rounded belly, lulled by the sound of his reading.

Each time you dozed off against him, he cherished these moments deeply, placing kisses on your face as he whispered sweet nothings to you. Releasing his hand from the weight of the book she was holding, he gently slid it over you until it rested gently on your rounded belly. His tender, loving gestures, as he touched your skin, seemed to awaken a response in his child, who pressed himself against your belly, as if to draw closer to the warmth of his father...

8. The last few weeks of your pregnancy proved to be particularly trying, forcing you to spend most of your time in bed, suffering from intense back pain that made any movement painful. Aware of your condition, Neuvillette chose to take a few days off work to stay by your side, ensuring your well-being and safety.

The approach of childbirth was causing him growing anxiety. The idea of a human giving birth to the child of a sovereign dragon was unprecedented, and the absence of any references or testimonials to such a situation fueled his fears about the potential risks to you and the baby. This fear, which became almost palpable as the days passed, plunged him into a state of nervousness he had never experienced before.

Neuvillette had considered going to Natlan, hoping to find information or help to assist you during the birth. However, the idea of leaving you alone for several weeks was unbearable.

9. Neuvillette, faced with the unknown of this extraordinary situation, was overwhelmed by a multitude of emotions. Deep inside him, a tenacious hope persisted, that fate would preserve you and the child from any misfortune. The very idea of losing you, of seeing you torn from him too soon, was unbearable. With each passing day, he watched over you with redoubled attention, doing everything in his power to ensure your comfort and safety, while trying to conceal his own fears so as not to add to your stress.

As you waited, every shared moment took on priceless value, every smile, every tender gesture turned into a treasure trove of memories to cherish.

10. Your delivery turned out to be an ordeal of an intensity and complexity you'd never imagined, your cries and tears breaking your husband's heart. The pain and loss of blood plunged you into a state of vulnerability you'd never experienced before, causing you to lose consciousness on several occasions.

"It's going to be okay , mon amour, you're strong and brave. You'll make it. Just a little more effort and our child will soon be here with us."

Despite the fear and anxiety, Neuvillette's presence by your side was an unwavering pillar of support. His hand clasping yours, he enveloped you in his love and encouragement, his voice soft and reassuring.

The intervention of Baizhu, Liyue's doctor recommended by the traveler, was crucial. Thanks to his expertise and professionalism, he managed the complications with remarkable efficiency. Neuvillette, using his hydro authority, played an equally vital role, treating life-threatening wounds and using his powers to stabilize your condition. The synergy of their efforts was the determining factor in your survival in this bitter struggle.

The birth of your child, despite the circumstances, marked a moment of pure happiness and relief. When you heard his first cries, a sense of peace and fulfillment came over you, allowing you to finally surrender to rest, your exhausted mind and body taking refuge in sleep.

11. Neuvillette had delicately placed your child beside you, gently brushing your sweat-dampened hair, while his free hand gently enveloped his baby in a peaceful sleep. His gaze was lost in the infinite tenderness he felt for you, a wave of happiness and pride emanating from his whole being. How could he ever make the whole universe understand the beauty he saw in you? The fullness he felt watching you and his child, so serenely asleep under his protection? How could he articulate the immense joy of this deeply human experience of being part of a family? He, the sovereign hydro dragon, was discovering a new and profound humanity, all thanks to... Thanks to your presence in his life.

Somewhere in your dreams, you could hear the gentle sound of a purr...

12. Neuvillette will embody the figure of a father with an exceptionally gentle approach to education. Firm only when necessary, his child will be just like him. With a calm, collected and sometimes distant temperament, the child will learn the essential lessons of dragon heritage from his father. This transmission will be carried out with subtlety and wisdom, enabling the child to understand not only the value, but also the responsibility of his ancestry.

NSFW bonus:

The moment Neuvillette crossed the threshold of the house, returning from a grueling day at court, he found you fast asleep on the sofa, a soft light illuminating the room and a book resting carelessly on your belly, which was getting rounder by the day. He immediately realized that you'd been up most of the night waiting for him to return. Heaving a weary sigh, he shed his coat, gloves and scarf, then carefully placed your book on the table before lifting you gently into his arms. However, the mere touch of your husband, his warmth, his breath, his presence, was enough to awaken your senses. Blinking against his chest, a sigh of contentment escaped your lips as your gaze met his, imbued with a gentleness and warmth that contrasted so sharply with the man he was when you first met him.

"Ah, there you are at last, my dragon..." A tender smile lit up his face, as he adjusted your position so you could throw your arms around his neck, your lips seeking his in a burst of love.

"I asked you not to wait up for me. You need to rest... Why are humans so stubborn?" Your laughter, light and joyful, invited him to silence as you placed another kiss on his lips, which he received happily.

This one was deeper, more languorous. You needed him. Now... The absence of your dragon weighed so heavily on you that it aroused extravagant thoughts. Neuvillette could feel it... Your growing excitement knotting your belly and moistening that secret place between your thighs...

A rumble vibrated Neuvillette's chest as he deposited you on your bed, lips still linked, tongues struggling against each other for dominance. Your husband's instincts were stronger than anything, and since his companion wanted him so much, then he'd give her anything she wanted...

Who'd have thought it? Beneath this cool, aloof facade lay a passionate lover, expert in the art of thrilling the senses. Neuvillette loved to prepare you for him, burying his face tenderly between your thighs, his tongue fervently caressing your most intimate parts, while your fingers lost themselves with delight in his hair, leading you to heights of voluptuousness.

Dragons, creatures whose mating rituals were rare and dictated solely by the heat cycles of their females, contrasted sharply with humans when it came to sexuality. This discrepancy had initially confused Neuvillette, who couldn't understand why his physical reaction was so spontaneous at the sight of you. Besides, the fact that you were already pregnant should, in theory, have tempered his ardor during this period, shouldn't it? Why, then, did his desire for you intensify at the sight of your round belly? Your condition triggered a deep instinctive response in him...

To demand you. To make you his, even if you were already carrying his offspring...

His ardent thoughts set him ablaze, making him more passionate. He wanted nothing more than to melt into you, claiming your body as his own. His tongue worked you ardently as his fingers explored your innermost recesses, seeking to make you shiver with pleasure. Your moans were a song to his ears, the sound of his name, his true name, slipping between your exquisite lips.

Her eager mouth seized your quivering clitoris, savoring it with exquisite sensuality, while her deft fingers guided you to ecstasy. Your pregnancy amplified your sensitivity, allowing your beloved to lead you with infinite tenderness to the gates of rapture. His phalanges guided you to the end of your orgasm, his mouth tenderly kissing the bulge of your belly. When he brushed his lips against your skin, it was with a gentleness and affection that contrasted with the real urges driving him.

"Darling, I need you... Please..."

Neuvillette, his heart pounding, took a deep breath to calm the ardors that consumed him, eager not to harm you or your child, even if this one was an unborn dragon.

With infinite gentleness, his hand lovingly caressed your body, his lips tracing a tender path from your belly to your breasts, which he covered with kisses and delicate sucks before moving up to your neck and finally your lips. His kiss, at first filled with tenderness, gradually became hot with passion. His teeth nibbled delicately at your bottom lip, begging for more, and when your mouth opened to offer him what he desired, his tongue tasted you with fervor, as if you were the most delicious food in this world.

When he finally unites with you, he takes great pleasure in contemplating you in your entirety. Although your state of pregnancy forces him to deviate from the postures he loves, he knows how to find ways of satisfying his devouring thirst for you. Often, with his back arched in a throbbing motion, he will watch with rapt attention the undulations of your body as his hips fall delicately against yours, eagerly taking in the soft moans that enchant his sensitive hearing. His silver hair cascaded gracefully over you, sublimating the beauty of your beloved dragon. They allowed you to tenderly draw him to you, once again uniting your lips in a passionate kiss.

Neuvillette, moved by a passionate ardor, didn't stay attached to your lips for long, the rhythm of his hips intensifying as your orgasm approached. It was so easy to read you, he thought, as your expressive features and burning moans betrayed the intoxication that overwhelmed you. With a movement tinged with lust, Neuvillette grabbed your thighs and wrapped them greedily around his hips, before rising with a confident gesture, his palms ardently kneading your plump buttocks to give your bodies a more sustained rhythm. His member, coiled deep inside you, caressed that special place that made you lose all composure... He was right: your pregnant state made you undeniably more receptive to his ardors, and certainly more inclined to claim his.

As your orgasm gripped you, your walls fervently embracing his fiery member buried inside you, a guttural growl erupted from Neuvillette's chest. Mating with a dragon could be brutal, and Neuvillette had to do everything in his power not to be overwhelmed. Without your pregnancy, he would have given in to his deepest impulses, sinking his teeth into the delicacy of your neck, his pelvis jerking wildly against yours in search of his climax. But he knew how to curb these impulses, contracting his jaw to better contain his desire, until it poured into you in a guttural roar.

Neuvillette was rarely satisfied with a single turn, and your embraces often dragged on until sleep overtook you. When exhaustion drove you into unconsciousness, Neuvillette would tenderly cleanse you, kissing your bruised flesh while murmuring words of apology to you and the being growing inside your womb. He'd allow himself time to admire you, his fingers grazing the soft nakedness of your body nestled against his. And as his hand caressed the surface of your abdomen, a light tap struck against his palm, tugging a smile from the supreme judge's lips.

"As stubborn as his mother..."

[poisonlove]

Lust +18 | Jenna Ortega

Part 1

JENNA'S POV:

I open my eyes and gaze at the white ceiling of our bedroom. Harry came home late last night, and the first thing he did was dive under the shower and then slip under the covers, falling asleep almost immediately.

I sigh loudly at the memory.

It wasn't the first time this happened, but can I at least get some attention when I secure a new job? Apparently, Harry only looked at me when he felt like it.

I turn to the side of our marital bed, but his figure is not in sight.

I nervously bite my lower lip, staring at the alarm clock next to our conjugal bed.

"Well… the time has come," I whisper weakly, carefully lifting myself from the sheets and hesitantly placing my feet on the floor.

I sigh, and with a mental encouragement, I decide to get up to face my first day as a teacher.

Worry grows inside me as I have no clue how to start the curriculum, and the prospect of facing a mass of teenagers, full of hormones or terribly cruel, doesn't help at all.

I head to the bathroom, trying to dispel the nerves building up in my stomach. The shower water flows warm, and as I feel the steam envelop my body, I try to focus on the opportunities this job could bring.

I step out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, and look at myself in the mirror. My eyes reflect a mix of emotions, from fear to excitement. I leave the bathroom and walk to the wardrobe, still with the towel around me, and choose an outfit that strikes a balance between casual and professionalism. I opt for a stylish white shirt paired with a black knee-length skirt. I put on moderate heels to add a touch of confidence to my stride.

I look at myself in the mirror and smile with satisfaction.

I descend the stairs and see my husband in a tuxedo with the briefcase resting on the table. I smile at seeing Harry struggling with the tie.

"Good morning, dear. Do you have an important meeting today?" I ask with a smile as I watch Harry struggling with the tie.

"I have to leave early," Harry replies coldly, without looking up. "I can't be late."

"I understand," I respond, trying to hide the disappointment. "I hope everything goes well in the meeting. I'll call you later to tell you how my first day of work went."

Harry nods distantly, finishing fixing the tie. "Let me know if you need anything," he adds, but the tone is more of a formality than a sincere expression of concern.

"Okay," I say, trying not to let the bitterness show.

I help Harry grab the briefcase, and then I see him walking towards the door. "The driver will accompany you," he starts, looking at his wristwatch. "If you don't want to, you can use your car or go on foot," he says before leaning towards my face.

Harry joins his lips with mine, and I sense something strange in the gesture, as if it were wrong. I try to ignore the unpleasant feeling, but a knot forms in my stomach, making the kiss more of a courtesy than a sincere expression of affection.

Harry sighs. "I know we don't spend much time together… but I'm really swamped with work," he justifies, looking at me with guilt-filled eyes.

"Don't worry," I pull my lips into a small smile, "it's okay, your job keeps you busy all the time." I lift my chin, and I see Harry smiling at me shyly.

"To make up a bit, I've booked a dinner at a restaurant tonight," Harry announces, trying to add a touch of enthusiasm to his voice.

"That's good news," I respond with a genuine smile, although the strange feeling from the kiss continues to whisper in my mind. "It will be a pleasant evening."

"Good," Harry smiles, and then he leaves through the door, letting the feeling of loneliness take over me.

I grab an apple from a basket and take a bite, then, grabbing the bag I left near the door last night, I leave. I stop outside the front door and immediately return, walking towards the cabinet to take the keys to my car: a Porsche.

I smile and head towards the garage.

After the garage opens, I smile genuinely. "Here's my baby," I say affectionately as I approach the driver's side, opening the car door.

I run my hands over the steering wheel, squeezing my knuckles tightly, and start the car, speeding towards the university with a determination that reflects my anxiety and desire to face this new adventure.

The journey is relatively short, and I sigh with relief seeing the outline of the college in the distance. I slow down the car, stretching my neck on both sides to spot a free spot in the parking lot.

A smile unconsciously forms on my face when I notice one almost two steps from the entrance.

As I drive, I notice many students entering school stopping and staring at my car with curiosity, while others seem to pay it no mind. I press the brake when I see a guy skateboarding pass close to the hood. "Reckless," I mutter to myself before parking.

As soon as I get out of the car, I feel many eyes on me, and whispers begin to echo in the air.

"Wow, what a car,"

"Do we want to talk about her? Ugh, I'd fuck her,"

"Bitch"

"But who does she think she is,"

"Cool."

These were just some of the comments I could hear as I walked, comments that I decided to ignore for the sake of everyone. I had no desire to argue at that time in the morning.

I look around, observing the lively surroundings filled with student chatter. I turn the corner, and suddenly, I feel a body collide with mine.

"And what the hell!" shouts a female voice, and my senses activate recognizing the owner of that voice.

"You?" I say unconsciously, slightly irritated. The girl opens her mouth in surprise and then smiles mockingly.

MARTINA'S POV:

The morning had started off terribly, considering that last night Jessica, despite her apologies, didn't want to see me. Well, after all, she and I weren't anything serious, and especially, I could aim for one of her cheerleader friends to pass the time.

I unconsciously smiled at this possibility.

Later, I woke up late; Jackson didn't accompany me to college, and now I collided with someone while in a hurry.

My eyes carefully analyze the body of the girl I knocked down; I must say she was extremely sexy: brown hair gracefully falling on her shoulders, brown eyes piercing the soul, full lips, and freckles surrounding her face.

She must be a new student.

"Look who's back," I smile widely, observing the outfit she was wearing: a white shirt and a black skirt that reached her knees, high heels.

The girl rolls her eyes with annoyance.

"What do you want, kid?" she responds with irritation, and I playfully smile.

The girl has character.

"I'm sorry," I say with a fake innocent tone, trying to get forgiveness from this Greek goddess. "Also for the other time… I was rude," I add, approaching her.

The brunette raises an eyebrow with confusion and lifts one corner of her lips.

"Okay, sorry for calling you that, I'm nervous," she begins, sighing tiredly and walks towards me. My head turns to the left, watching as the girl passes by me, and my eyes ardently gaze at the brunette's figure; figure? I meant, a stunning rear.

I tighten my backpack and walk towards her, putting myself at her side.

"You're new, right?" I ask curiously.

The brunette glances at me and continues to walk down the hallway. "I'm looking for class 5A," she says, turning right without fully answering my question.

I quicken my pace and approach the girl, smiling openly. "Well, you're lucky; I also have to go that way," I tell her, pointing to the hallway. The brunette raises an eyebrow with curiosity as she continues walking.

"And then why were you walking in the opposite direction?" she asks, intrigued. Her tone is polite but informal.

Actually, I had initially intended to head to the bathroom for a quickie with Katia, but my attention was quickly captured by the new student.

"I was going to the bathroom," I simply reply, trying to keep my answer vague. "And not now?" she asks innocently. "No," I confirm.

"Anyway, you can go; I don't need to be accompanied," the girl says, quickening her pace.

The brunette remains firm, with a detached and cold attitude. Even though she seems little inclined to conversation at the moment, my determination to get to know her better doesn't waver.

"At least tell me your name!" I shout to her, hoping she hears me. The brunette calmly responds, "Jenna." I smile satisfied.

Jenna… Jenna… well, I must say it suits her perfectly: a sexy name for a sexy girl.

Well then, I have a mission this year: Jenna must come to bed with me, and I wouldn't be interested in anyone else until I get what I want.

"Let the hunt begin," I whisper, licking my lips as I savor the imminent victory, and I continue walking down the hallway.

[ceruleancattail]

CERU CONGRATS FOR THE 200FICS MILESTONE 💕💞💖💗 you can publish a real book by that length now 😭💕💗💕💗💕 i love your dedication and more success for youu 🥳🥳

for the sentience event~ is it alright to request the Fellow Honest? 🦊✨

Like imagine him successfully turning every NRC student into dolls and hes exporting them to his boss now but hes quite attached to the "magicless student & their freebie cat" doll set so he plans to keep them rather than sell ✨✨ you know as a token for the good work 👍👍

i like to think that fellow thinks back on that time where Yuu were still human and offered to study with them in NRC... even if it wont come true, its a nicer thought to think that they couldve met as classmates and had a normal relationship... instead of this hollow conversation with a doll created out of their body--

@rayroseu IN MY INBOX!!!!!! Thank you oh my goodness-

Yup, writing a full novel is the goal! Working on little something’s here and there mostly ahah- fanfics are fun too, though!

Thank you so much for the well-wishes! Same to you, the Diasonmia family’s dearest portrait painter.

Er disclaimer, I don’t really know much about Fellow Honest. I’m just going to write this based on the general vibe I get of him. Sorry if it’s very out of character!

Sentience presents:

Tethered

Self Aware Fellow Honest x reader

Tw: yandere

Warmth bleeds into your shoulder. The reassuring weight of a hand, patting you carelessly. An affectionate gesture of a friend, truly. Well, until his hand slide down the length of your arm, fingers caressing every curve.

Your skin used to be softer. Warmer, actually. The gentle warmth of the sun’s golden rays. However, now it’s frozen, wrinkled with the etch of wood, jagging through your entire body.

Fellow’s fingers slid into the grooves carved out on your body, tracing them aimlessly. When he lifts his hand, his fingertips were pressed pink, the patterns on your skin imprinted onto his own.

With one fluid motion, he brings them to his lips. Pressing a sweet, tender kiss into them. It’s sort of romantic, the same marks that mar you, carved deep into the pads of his fingers. Almost like those cutesy matching things couples tend to purchase.

Fellow’s sorry he can’t get you any, but this is certainly much more intimate then any hollow plastic trinket, isn’t it?

Shaking his head, Fellow’s arms snake around your waist. Dragging you closer to them, until your hip bumped against his. The ghost of a smirk waltzing across Fellow’s lips, the dastardly smile of a victor, staring down at his spoils of war. A chuckle bubbles out of his chest, dripping with the amusement a child would have, upon finding a new plaything.

There was something cruel about his laugh, a certain quality that would have made your blood run cold.

Of course, that was when you still had blood running through your veins.

Now, there was nothing but wood. Your pulse faltered to a stop, your lifeless eyes staring back at his own. Even your expression melted back into something neutral. A blank slate.

Gently prising your fingers apart, Fellow slides his palm against yours. Gingerly sliding his fingers in between yours, wrapping around the back of your hand firmly. Leaving no room for escape. Although that wouldn’t matter now, right?

It’s not as if a puppet could break off its own strings. Not when those same strings keep it tethered upright. It’s a pity you couldn’t speak in this state, but Fellow doesn’t mind too much.

He can still hear your voice, echoing ever so clearly within his mind. Your pleading voice, as you clutched at his hand with those warm, gentle palms of yours. Begging for him to release your classmates, for him to come with you to Night Raven College.

You were practically on your knees, asking him to let you save him-

If he was being honest, Fellow’s heart skipped a beat then. For a split second, he let himself hope. A fleeting dream, really. Fellow’s already too deep in this darkness of this twisted wonderland to ever dream of being in the light.

This gentle hope had no place in his heart. All it did was really plunge him in deeper despair, really. It hurts him, ever so truly! You wound him deeper then any knife.

So shouldn’t you take responsibility for your actions?

Fellow knows the light isn’t the place for him.

So he’ll just drag you to the depths of hell with him.

[whumpback-wail]

05 - Divulgence

Trial by Fire (Wriothesley x Reader) - TW/CW in masterlist

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They say being pregnant means everyday is another day closer to meeting the love of your life. One anticipates meeting the fruit of their love with their spouse, looking forward to the bright sunshine days of taking care of that precious someone.

(y/n) did not understand that feeling. In fact she felt the exact opposite, as she slid down the walls of the bathroom, legs too weak to support her own weight. The pregnancy stick in her hand fell to the floor, bouncing to a stop face up, showing the positive sign. Why does this happen to her? What did she ever do to deserve this?

She has to call nurse Komaki, she will know what to do. The thing was still a cell after all, with no soul not consciousness, it should be perfectly fine. It would be so much more cruel to keep the innocent being and let it be born, only for them to later be neglected and unloved. No child deserves that. Not even one born from being forced into her womb by the person she despised the most.

It was nearing lunch, and she knew her fiancé would be back by then, he always makes time to have lunch with her. She has to tell nurse Komaki fast.

(y/n) took several deep breaths to calm herself, and then slowly got up to her bed again, pressing the call button.

A few moments later, she heard the door open.

"Nurse Komaki, I-" (y/n) turned her head, and came face to face with a different nurse altogether. It was not Komaki.

"I'm sorry, nurse Komaki is away right now, her shift will start later tonight. Is there anything I can help you with, miss (y/n)?"

(y/n) blinked back her tears, "n-no. It's okay, nothing too serious."

The nurse stood there, contemplating. "Are you sure miss?"

(y/n) nodded, racking her brain to think of an excuse or anything to justify calling a nurse to her room for nothing. "oh umm… may I have some water please?"

"Sure. It will be delivered here in a moment. Don't hesitate to call me if there's anything else that you need, okay?"

(y/n) hummed and thanked her. She watched as the nurse exit her room. She wanted Komaki, she's the only nurse (y/n) trusted at this moment, especially with something like this.

It wasn't long until the water is delivered to her room, which arrived at about the same time as Wriothesley.

He greeted her with a smile. It normally made her feel safe and loved, but right now, (y/n)'s heart sank to her stomach

"Hey, how's my sunshine doing?"

He leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the forehead. Wriothesley knew he should be careful around her, as her therapist had suggested to him, at least until she is less jumpy and can initiate affectionate gestures more. So far she's taking his affections very well, which made him happy about her progress.

"As usual," (y/n) forced a smile, briefly looking into his eyes before quickly averting her gaze back to her hands. She picked at a loose string on her blanket. 

Speak more, he will notice something is off.

"The healers were a great help to my physical injuries. But they kept stopping after a little while, saying I should rest up because the sped up healing is also draining my energy."

Wriothesley nodded, "I was told, yeah. How's your stomach? Got anything you're craving to eat?"

(y/n) froze. "What?" She managed to not stammer, but her voice cracked as her heart was suddenly frozen with fear. Did he find out? How did he know-

"Just wondering how your stomach felt." Wriothesley tilted his head, confused. It was a small quirk she had found endearing.

"The doctors did say you can only eat soft food for a while to avoid refeeding syndrome, but yesterday you were finally allowed to start eating bread and some fowl. Also because you threw up yesterday."

"Oh…" (y/n) felt stupid, "it's alright now, although I don't really feel like eating."

Wriothesley watched her for a moment. He has always been someone perceptive, that's how he knew who to trust and who to avoid in meropide while still serving his sentence, and that's how he could rise through the ranks and become the duke, despite his humble beginnings. At that moment, something is off about his fiancée.

“Darling are you okay?” he took her hand in his, his other hand brushing loose strands of her hair behind her ear, “I feel like you have something weighing your mind. You know you can tell me anything, right?”

For a moment, (y/n) wavered. Is it really okay to tell him about her pregnancy? She knew Wriothesley wouldn’t blame her, after all, what happened was not something she wanted, far from it. So technically it’s not her fault right? But a small nagging voice in the back of her mind telling her to just keep it to herself for now. There were too many what ifs. It’s safer to just keep quiet about it and deal with it under wraps. She’ll tell him, of course she will, but not now.

“I’m fine,” she forced herself to look into his eyes, a small smile on her lips. “Just wondering how much longer I have to stay cooped up in here.”

Lunch went well with Wriothesley, he told her about his day. He went back to the Fortress of Meropide for a while, to keep an eye on how things are going there, before coming over to her for lunch. After this he planned to proceed with investigations, and perhaps wrap things up early so he could spend more time with her after dinner.

(y/n) managed to eat a little more, despite the anxiety induced nausea, at least enough to not make her look suspicious.

Once lunch was over, Wriothesley gave her another peck on the forehead and left to continue with investigations, with promises of taking (y/n) to the gardens near the hospital once the doctors gave her the clear, and perhaps visit Navia and Neuvilette, as the two are also her friend, as much as they are to him. He wanted more than anything to stay with her the whole time she recovered, but seeing how she often flinched if he moved a little too quickly, or how her eyes often went blank as if she was not really there, he knew he had to do something about it. The therapist assigned to her told him that she may need some time to process through the trauma, and that it was natural that she would be jumpy for the time being, and would need some space too, as stifling her would also be bad for her mental wellbeing.

He already discussed all the options, and what’s best for (y/n). Once (y/n) has recovered some more physically, and once she is ready, he would take her home and nurse her back to health. He would appoint someone else as the Duke of Meropide if that was needed to get him more time off. Right now, he has something else to do.

He did not tell her that he would be going back to the facility, specifically the hidden passage they found inside her cell. Chlorinde had done a great job in capturing the man, living up to her title of champion duelist.

The entrance was so well hidden in the room, so much so that they had to get Aether to use his elemental sight to find. They had followed the hidden maze-like pathway in the room (y/n) was kept in, and it had led them to an underground base, perhaps their real base of operations. Several men were captured, including Dougier, they seem to work directly with Arderne who unfortunately was nowhere in sight. They were all taken into custody. Wriothesley tensed as he remembered their findings.

"Wriothesley you might want to see this." He turned his head towards Neuvilette who a moment ago was rummaging through papers on a desk. The Iudex now held out a file towards him, his face grim.

The Duke took the file and opened it. There were more papers, this time it contained more detailed reports of experiments done to the people. He ruffled through the pages, skimming the words for one specific name. He found it.

Experiment Clearance Form

Title: Vision Trial Variation 2

Principal Investigator: Il Dottore

Assistant: Arderne

Subject: 1102 a.k.a. (y/n)

Vision: Pyro

This form acknowledges the approval of the experiment titled "Vision Trial Variation 2" conducted by Arderne. The experiment aims to implement the theory of vision injections on humans, followed by observation to discover the effects.

The experiment poses high risks to participants. Potential risks include memory loss, increased body temperatures, seizures, and the possibility of death. Steps have been taken to mitigate these risks. Subject is physically weakened before the start to lower the chances of the body rejecting the injection, thus increasing the success rate of this experiment. On the occasion that this experiment would fail, the study will move on to Vision Trial Variation 3, and the current subject will be discarded.

Fuck.

“Did we find any traces of Arderne?” Wriothesley’s voice dropped several octaves, Neuvilette knew what this meant.

“There are none so far,” he placed a reassuring hand on Wriothesley, “But we do have Dougier now, and we are taking him and the others to custody. We can get more information out of them-”

Wriothesley shook him off and landed a harsh kick on a table to the side, immediately breaking it. He wanted to murder them all, especially that bastard Dottore. He had heard rumours of him doing crazy experiments, but to think it happened right here in Fontaine, with his fiancee? His breaths were shaky with barely controlled rage.

“Wriothesley, I understand how frustrating this is. (y/n) is also my dear friend.” Neuvilette spoke in the most soothing tone he could muster up. “Trust me, I am just as upset as you are in this, but we have to keep a level head. For (y/n)’s sake and all the victims that were forced into this.”

They were deep underground, had they been up on the surface, they would see heavy rain mixed with snow, and thunderstorms raging outside, the weather mirroring the Iudex’s inner turmoil on the entire situation.

• • •

(y/n) wondered if she was dead or dreaming the moment she saw herself on the familiar bed of her room in the facility. Dr Arderne was standing at the foot of her bed reading through the information on his clipboard, while Dougier was securing her arms and legs with restraints.

She had been too weak to resist, having been starved for days without food, the only nutrition she got was through her IV drip and glasses of suspiciously blue coloured water, which she had no choice but to drink.

"Good morning 1102, ready for the next dose? Arderne readied a syringe. It was filled with shimmery red liquid, the glow seemed to pulse the closer it gets to her.

"F-Fuck you Arderne." (y/n) managed to mumble, making Dougier snicker.

Arderne held (y/n)'s arm and injected the contents of the syringe into her. At first it felt like nothing, but gradually she could feel it start to burn, as if fire was coursing through her veins.

It wasn't long until the burning sensation started to feel unbearable. Hot white pain spreads from the point of injection to all over her body. She bit her tongue, trying not to scream, she will not give them the satisfaction of seeing her in pain. She won't-

(y/n) jolted awake, her breaths heavy and ragged and her heart was pounding in her chest. Fuck.

It was a dream. She was safe. It was just a dream.

The room she was in, despite being a hospital room, it was completely different from the facility, with flowers her friends and fiancé got for her, and the comforting weight of her big blubberbeast plushie that Wriothesley brought from their bed at home. She hugged the plush tightly and pressed her nose to its soft fur. It smelled just like Wriothesley, as he had sprayed his cologne all over it, something she often did even before… all this.

(y/n) tried to remember what her therapist had told her. 

My name is (y/n), I am at the Fontaine hospital, guarded by the Spina di Rosula, Wriothesley stays with me during the night, and stops by for lunch. I am safe, and I am recovering.

Her therapist told her that her dreams would eventually go away as her mind heals, but how long will that take?

Glancing at the clock, she noticed it was still early, too early for Wriothesley to come back from his investigation. He had left a book with her some days ago, which she picked up and started to read, trying to get her mind off things.

As she reached for the book on her night stand, suddenly (y/n) felt the familiar tingle in her hands, running all the way up her arms. It was warm and welcoming, it felt like home. A split second later, the book she was reaching for suddenly burst into flames.

• • •

Wriothesley watched Neuvilette from behind the one way glass as the latter asked Dougier more and more questions. The Iudex had presented all the evidence they found on the table. Laying it all out for Dougier as he asked question after question that Dougier only gave vague answers to, sometimes only responding with chuckles. The scum was a goner, his mind seemingly corrupted by the facility.

He wanted to be the one who personally interrogates the vile man, but Neuvilette had forbidden him from entering, for fear of what Wriothesley would do to the suspect. Still, watching from behind the glass was frustrating, he wished Neuvilette would let them do interrogations in Meropide, where it was outside Fontaine’s jurisdiction, so they could use other means to get information.

“This is going nowhere,” Wriothesley mumbled and pushed open the door leading into the interrogation room. Fuck the consequences, he’ll probably just get an earful from Neuvilette later.

At the sight of Wriothesley, Dougier’s eyes lit up in a nasty way that the Duke did not like at all. “Ah your Grace, here to play the bad cop now?”

“Seeing how you’re going nowhere with Neuvilette, I might as well do.”

Wriothesley grabbed the chair at the corner of the room and dragged it over to sit beside Neuvilette, who was glancing at Wriothesley cautiously.

“So do you feel like talking now Dougier? I thought you were a changed man after you were released.”

Dougier only scoffed, “then I had you fooled. You have no idea what kind of grudge I hold against you, Wriothesley. You ruined the community I built in Meropide.”

“Community? You call that community? You basically started a cult, and no one liked being in there.” Wriothesley scowled.

“Nevertheless,” Dougier continued, “I had my revenge. You should have heard how much (y/n) screamed when Arderne injected her vision into her.”

Wriothesley froze. He knew about what happened but hearing it from Dougier was different from reading it on the files they found.

Dougier, seeing the change in Wriothesley’s demeanour, continued. “She was a brave one, that bitch. Endured hours upon hours of our treatment, sometimes without anaesthesia. And that was after we put her in solitary confinement. We were wrong thinking we broke her spirit already, and yet she’s still fighting.”

"And you did this to all the people in the Vision Trials?" Neuvilette asked, the pen in his hand moving to take notes.

Dougier ignored him, his eyes still glued on Wriothesley's.

"How can we reverse the vision injections?" Wriothesley asked, trying to keep his breathing steady. He knew he couldn't try anything with Neuvilette around.

"You'll have to ask Arderne for that," Dougier leaned back on his chair, "but all I know is while (y/n) is still alive, she's a failure. She had her vision inside her yet it never seemed to work, not even when we prompted her."

"What do you mean prompted her?" Neuvilette asked, and this time, Dougier turned his eyes to him..

"Oh we threatened her, and when it didn't work, beat her, did whatever to make her call on her pyro element and use the vision in her. That never seemed to work."

Wriothesley and Neuvilette were tense, the former had his fists clenched so hard.

"That was when I took her to the basement, the cold weather should prompt the vision to at least keep her warm." Dougier turned to Wriothesley, a deranged look danced in his eyes as he smiled at him.

"I can see why you like 1102. She was so brave. She never once begged or called out for you even with all the beatings, that is, until I put my cock inside her-”

Suddenly Dougier was on the ground. Wriothesley had moved so fast Neuvilette barely registered him vaulting over the table and landing a fist on Dougier's face. He managed to hammer down his fists onto Dougier some more before he felt multiple hands pull him backwards off Dougier, who was unconscious in a bloodied mess.

"GET OFF ME." He yelled at the gardemeks who held him back, but Neuvilette soon stepped in front of him, blocking his view of Dougier who was being tended to by medics.

"Wriothesley," his voice was stern, "the punching can wait until after his sentence. If he is sentenced back to Meropide then it is under your jurisdiction."

Wriothesley was breathing heavily, "he… he also… Archons, (y/n)..."

"I already let you land several hits on him" Neuvilette placed a hand on his shoulder, "but we need him alive for more information on the case, and for his trials."

Wriothesley watched, seething with rage as Dougier was taken away by the medics for further treatment. He wanted the scum to suffer as much as, if not more than (y/n). How could anyone do this to her?

Neuvilette sighed and motioned for the gardemeks to release Wriothesley, "I think it's best if you go visit (y/n) for now. I think you two need to talk."

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…now I'm sad... why do I do this to myself :") wrote this while hugging my blåhaj because I needed that warm shorky embrace.

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I apologize for the late update, some parts of the chapter had to be rewritten to make more sense, but in the end it became longer than I planned (and I had to cut it here and continue next chapter)

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Diggers accidentally drugs himself because he refuses to clean his van. (GN Reader)

Synopsis: Diggers gets coated in his own bubble solution and seeks you out in his high haze.

Notes: Before I got to requests I wanted to get a feel for writing the Reverse 1999 universe. I love this stupid white boy and his magic bubbles. I also love making headcanons from one off lines. Take a shot every time I say 'solution'!

Requests are open!

The sound of banging metal rings sharp in Diggers’ ears as someone knocks on the door of his van. The door slides open, and the arcanist shines with a bright grin upon seeing you. With relaxed arms, he brings you into a hug. Your face is pressed against him while his hair tickles against your face. 

“Baby, what’re you doing ‘round here?” He smelled like citrus and something more earthy. Despite his lanky frame, his body ran pretty warm. “If I knew you were coming, I woulda cleaned up a little.”

The messy disaster that was his van wasn’t anything new. Records stacked in piles, his guitar lying haphazardly on the ground, and many jars and buckets to make bubble solution. It was a miracle that he could move around without hurting himself. 

“Well, maybe if you had a telephone, I could tell you when I’m coming over.” You chided as he guided you to a bean bag in the corner. 

Diggers let out a huff. “Telephones blind us from our real-world connections. We forget the importance of face-to-face conversation when tethered to machines.” He rants while looking through scattered jars.

“That’s a lot of words to say you can’t afford one.” You teased, watching him move around the cramped area.

Finding the specific glowing liquid he was searching for, Diggers turned back towards you. “The dependency of consumerist behaviors will be the topic of another day. Right now, I have to show you my latest creation of inspiration.” In front of him was a bright pink jar of solution.

The bubble-blowing arcanist loved showing you his art. When he would be making different creations, you would always be in a part of his mind. Love is a form of art, and he strived to make beautiful works with you, to live together in a peaceful utopia where creativity flourished.

“This is my latest solution! With this, I can-!” He’s abruptly cut off as his foot catches on the strap of his guitar. He tumbles back, and the jar slips from his hands. The sour-smelling liquid spills over his body, leaving him with a bubbly sheen. “Ah! Bullocks! Maybe it won’t kick in…” His speech started to slur in an act of cruel irony. 

After spending so much time with Diggers, you’ve learned how to counter his bubbles. There have been too many incidents of you getting caught in the crossfire and blacking out, leaving you with no memory of what happened. You pull out a face mask infused with your arcane magic from your pocket. It was a simple and effective way to deter his hallucinogenic solutions. 

You help him sit up, brushing the soapy hair out of his face. His eyes were unfocused and hazy, and his pupils were blown wide, nearly swallowing the green iris. “Diggers, are you alright?”

The sound of your voice draws his attention more than your touch. “Ugghhh… My muse, your voice is a gift from beyond. A true work of art. I would carve it into a record if I could.” He rambles on in a haze. Leaning further into your touch, Diggers slumps against your body, pressing his shiny cheek onto your shoulder. The position is pretty awkward, but he is content.

“My reverie… my perfect reverie. As long as you’re with me, peace will surround me.” With two fingers, the arcanist makes a peace sign, holding it out to you.

Mimicking the sign, you press your middle and pointer fingers into his. It was an affectionate gesture that Diggers came to you with. You don’t fully remember when and why he started doing it, but it was sweet. It was something so charming and uniquely Diggers like. 

Taking your hand fully in his, Diggers lets out another groan. “There might be too many crystalized herbs in this solution… My head won’t stop spinning.”

“Please don’t throw up on me.” You spoke bluntly. It wouldn’t be the first, and probably not the last, time it’s happened. Your partner had a rather sensitive stomach. 

“I’m trying my best not to.” Feeling that sitting up was too much of a chore, Diggers slumps over further until his head is on your lap. With him looking up at you, you could see his eyes were less cloudy and more focused. The soap bubbles must be starting to wear off now.

“You look positively inspiring at this angle. I should save up money for a camera. Then you’ll be by my side all the time. Hm, is there anywhere to get film developed nearby?” Though he was still rambling, he sounded much more coherent.

With your free hand, you start to play with his drying hair. “I think there’s a camera store on 10th Street.” 

“Maybe I’ll learn to develop the film myself. Then after I learn how I can teach you.” Diggers spoke with his usual exaggerated hand gestures. He was feeling much better now that the soap was starting to dry. But of course, he would love to stay in your lap longer.

With a hum, you idly twirl his hair. You found it cute how he always wants you to feel included in his life. Whether it’s telling you about his latest solutions or inviting you to start some mischief in the name of peace and creativity, Diggers always wanted you to be around. 

“It seems like you’re back to normal. Are you feeling better?” You asked while cupping his face, his stubble scratching against your skin.

Letting out a near-dreamy sigh, Diggers pushed his cheek further into your palm, relishing in the warmth. “A moment in your arms is like a moment in heaven. If anything, your caring touch is what nursed me back to perfect health.” 

Though you tried to keep it in, a small laugh passed your lips. “That was so corny.”

“I know, but it made you laugh.” He smiled. With a small grunt, he sits up from your lap and pulls you into an embrace. Diggers hooks a finger onto your face mask and pulls it down; leaning in to give you a tender kiss. “I do feel a lot better. Hmm, but I need the solution’s effects to last longer. I guess accidentally drugging myself was a worthy sacrifice for knowledge.”

“Please don’t keep drugging yourself just to test your bubbles…”

[thefanficmonster]

Phases

Colby Brock x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Implied Sexual Activity, Paranormal Investigations, Referenced Drinking, Swearing

Genre: Angst with a happy ending, Friends to Lovers, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: They're running through the motions, going through phases. Somehow, they always miss each other. Yet they always come back to each other

NOTE: No hate or disrespect is meant to any of the people mentioned in the story. If you find something wrong in the way I have depicted them please let me know. Just keep in mind that has in no way been my intention.

First it was Shea and Brennen.

Well, first it was Shea and Brennen came along afterwards. Or he was in the wings, so to speak.

Y/N was doing cartwheels to set the two up. She didn't expect she'd land on her head in the end. She didn't realize it until she saw them being openly affectionate with one another.

Realize that she may be a terrible friend despite her attempts.

Sure, she bent over backwards to play matchmaker between Colby and Shea, as a good friend would. But the epiphany that she may not be as happy with the product of her labor as thought she would be hit her like a train, carrying bags upon bags of self-accusations.

Because of course that burning in her gut wasn't jealousy. They're just friends, duh. The two are incredibly happy and head over heels for one another and she, as a good friend, should be happy. Proud even. Glad her efforts paid off.

Yet, she's anything but.

"Get a room already." She'd heard a playful scoff from right next to her, grabbing her attention. She'd been sitting on the ledge of the pool, damp hair curtaining her full view of the love birds across from her.

She looked over to the now occupied spot next to her. There, like a beacon of hope and comfort, sat Brennen. Her best friend. Someone she could always turn to for anything and everything. Someone who'd always catch her in open arms no matter what.

The burning in her gut turned to sickness when the idea lit up her gloomy mind. Not only the idea itself. But how quickly it got conjured up, how quickly a part of her accepted and justified it. Despite how wrong it was. Despite how low it would require her to stoop.

And stoop she did when she let the constant and trademark flirting between her and Brennen turn into something not so unserious.

That's when we're gonna switch the perspective to the other ledge, the one across from theirs. Across the pool. Where Colby and Shea were seated.

It was a hard feat - sulking in his a pit of self-pity while in her company. Shea has always been a ray of sunshine in his life. Platonically, though. He doesn't remember who came up with the concept of their relationship potentially developing into something more nor what prompted such an idea. He just knows Y/N took it and ran with it, strongly believing her best friend was madly in love with this girl and just didn't have the balls to tell her.

She did the most. Coaching him, advising him, lecturing him, hoping to finally push him into confessing feelings she had no clue were nonexistent.

Colby had tried to tell her numerous times but with no success of convincing her. She was adamant that she wanted to come through for him, saying she wanted him to do what she'd been too afraid to do on too many occasions. Which, via an overall observation, could be seen as sweet. If you were to undermine the fact that the feelings she wasn't able to express were meant for him. And that the feelings he was truly feeling were toward her. With that in mind, it's a very overdone rom-com plot.

Her reservations regarding his relationship with Shea were replicated and planted right into his chest when he first saw Brennen with his arm around Y/N's shoulders, the gesture lacking the slight platonic distance this time around.

But he knew he had no right. He viewed it as the universe showing him in a plain and cruel way that he's a coward and practically watched his train depart without making an effort of getting on it. He was aware he was grasping at straws with both his relationship and hers. There was nothing to complain about between him and Shea. She was and always will be such a lovely person. The only gripe was the fact that he went into that relationship out of defeat - seeing Y/N so eager and excited to set him up with someone else just cemented what he already feared: she felt for him none of what he felt for her. And so, continuing along his cowardly ways, he gave in. Which was so far from what Shea deserved.

Just like Brennen didn't deserve to be a second best.

He treated Y/N as nothing less than royalty. He was an incredible friend to her for as long as they've known each other and an even better boyfriend once they agreed to put a serious label on their relationship. To him, she meant the world. To her, this whole thing was just a ton of guilt she couldn't stomach. How he'd ended up at the wrong place at the wrong time to get caught up in her bullshit she'll never know. She wishes the universe was kinder to him and didn't throw him in the jaws of her self-loathing but alas maybe he was the saving grace she needed all along to get over Colby.

Yeah, well that was wishful fucking thinking.

To nobody's surprise, neither relationship stayed afloat for long.

Unlike Shea and Colby however, nothing really changed between Brennen and Y/N. The two's nearly decade long friendship withstood the year of their relationship without batting an eye. The break up wasn't so much a permanent full stop to anything potentially romantic between them. More so a delay, a postponing. Y/N couldn't deny the feelings that bloomed for him but she couldn't pretend they stemmed from upmost honesty either. She was aware her best friend deserved that honesty so until she could cleanse her system of a particular someone, she decided she would stop dragging him down with her.

But it would be so unlike Brennen to not stick around by her side regardless.

Colby and Shea distanced themselves quite a bit though. And the guilt was eating away at him. He'd pushed her away with his hollowness and numbness but didn't have the backbone to actually put an end to it. He was - for a lack of a better term - quite relieved when she took that weight off his shoulders and did it herself.

"I can't have a long distance relationship with someone sitting right next to me, Colby. I can't stand the way you look at me with that thousand yard stare. Like you're fucking miles away." Every word was spot-on for how their relationship had been transpiring as of recent.

And every word was further confirmed by how Colby could do nothing but blink and nod somewhat absentmindedly while Shea bared her soul.

He knew she deserved better from the start. In that moment he was made cruelly aware that he was so far away from what she deserved, he was practically a punishment.

But did either Colby or Y/N learn their lesson after that?

Of course they fucking didn't.

Because then comes the sequel: Amber and Nate.

It's lightyears away from Y/N's proudest moment everything that happened that summer when Nate moved to LA. And same goes for Colby and his whoring around at parties and afterparties alike. His reckless behavior - all witnessed by Y/N in real time, by the way - was actually the main catalyst that sent this second chapter of idiocy in motion.

That's not to say that Nate didn't have plenty of cards playing in his favor. He's attractive, charming, kind, responsible. He was in many ways the embodiment of all the attributes Colby had lost in Y/N's eyes. He was a walking green flag and she knew just little enough about him to pursue something. Anything to get her mind off the unchained party animal Colby had turned into.

It's not like Colby was unaware of his antics. The worst part that he was never drunk enough to justify his bullshit. His liver could only handle so much so he was always at least half sober. Yet he was still wilding out to the point that Sam felt obligated to keep him in check, turning their dynamic upside down.

Most nights Sam wouldn't have even a sip of alcohol to prevent letting his guard down. He didn't trust his best friend to be able to look out for himself in the slightest. Given that he was sober practically 90% of the time, he was the first to pick up on the building sexual tension between Nate and Y/N.

"They're cute and all, but they should just fuck already." He'd laughed as he accompanied Colby to the bar so he could force him to down a glass of water.

Water he almost choked on and spit out when the words Sam said processed in his brain. Following his gaze, he found a sight that nearly cleaned his stomach of all the alcohol he'd consumed that night. Nate and Y/N were omitting all subtlety as they danced together across the club. There was no room to question their intentions for one another.

It would be rather hypocritical of Colby to clutch his pearls and be a prude over a simple one night stand between his friends. He was actually hoping it'd remain as that - a one-time thing.

He was let down quite rudely when the two announced they were officially dating about a week later.

And, as the pattern goes: enter Amber.

Ok, that's just some dramatic flare, she'd been there all along.

She had been there for Colby the way Brennen was for Y/N during the previous phase. She too found herself at the wrong place at the wrong time and faced the same fate of being a second best.

It would be three long years before both relationships would come to an end. These two a lot less calm in their conclusion.

For Y/N and Nate it was three years well spent, but also down the drain. It was an unfortunate case of two people traveling in opposite directions. Nate could see them together for years to come. But Y/N couldn't do that. Not to him and not to herself. The immense pain and heartbreak this break up brought on cemented some distance between them although they were both adamant they didn't want to lose one another. And so it's remained, they're still close friends with lingering feelings sticking around.

On the other side of the spectrum were Colby and Amber. Their relationship did not end so quietly and calmly. In fact it blew up, going up into the flames of their endless petty fights. In that fire burned up their friendship also. They lost all that connected them. They lost everything. The break up was the far lesser evil than staying together.

You'd think each with a three year relationship under their belt, their feelings for each other would have faded by this point. For a while that's what they wanted to believe.

"It is what it is." Colby said, handing her a beer as he took a seat next to her on the pool ledge.

She accepted it with a small, sad smile, "It is what it is." She agreed, swishing around the clear pool water with her feet as she rested her head on his shoulder.

It always came back to this. Three years ago after phase one, they found themselves there and now history was repeating itself. At the end of each chapter, they'd always find their way to one another, seeking comfort in each other's company. They are best friends, after all, but they also seemed to be running through the same motions at the same time. They lived on two sides of the same coin regarding romance, unaware they were practically prompting on another.

And Sam saw it all. That night too, when he came downstairs for a late night snack and peered out in the backyard. There he saw his two best friends, enjoying a quiet moment of mutual understanding. It got a little too perfectly coincidental for him to even believe it was a coincidence anymore. The patterns were too perfect, too alike. The timelines were adding up too well.

But he said nothing. He knew better than to try. He's never met more stubborn people in his life. He was just left to hope that eventually they'd find their way to each other permanently. Not for comfort or understanding, but for forever and always.

Phase three would soon commence, again following a pattern. Summer. Parties. Drinking. This time Y/N was just as engaged in the insanity of LA parties as Colby. In fact, he was the one slowly pulling out of that lifestyle. He needed to keep a level head to prevent his best friends - yes, Sam was back to his wild ways also - from making bad decisions.

Yet he just stood and watched, almost frozen, as Y/N was making another big mistake to kick-start the third installment of their trilogy.

That mistake being Seth.

This time is different, however. There's nothing romantic going on there. Anyone with two eyes and a brain could see that. It was purely physical. Just sex, just momentary relief. No strings were attaching them other than shallow attraction and occasionally alcohol.

All Sam and Colby could do was watch. They wouldn't want to make the wrong move and come across as babying Y/N. The previous couple months had made her emotionally unpredictable and they didn't want to lose her due to her continuously shortening temper.

But Colby couldn't just stay away and observe her slipping through his fingers. So, he let her go and found himself in the company of Stas. Another mutual friend, much like Seth. And he was wholeheartedly hoping she'd be the one, that it would last. That it wouldn't be another repetition of old ways.

Oh if only...

That's where we are now, half a year later with two loose relationships over which hangs the question 'what are we?'. None of the parties know. Or at least they don't want to.

The comfort Y/N was seeking in the nonchalant rendezvous with Seth has now become bitterness. She wanted someone to have and to hold, not someone that was gone minutes after the deed was done. To be frank, she's not sure if she even wanted him to stick around. There's nothing colder than an insincere embrace. She had her blankets to keep her warm, she didn't need Seth. She's been joking with Kat that at this point she needs a lobotomy.

Kat, much like Sam, has started taking not of the patterns. Of the perfect coincidences. Of the reason none of their relationships worked out in the end, no matter how wonderful they appeared all throughout. Shea and Colby were adorable, no one saw or could pin point where it all went wrong. There was a bit more understanding to Brennen and Y/N's situation. Their friendship was just stronger than their romance and that's what they picked. Amber and Colby were great, until they weren't,. Until the petty bickering and fights started. Until tensions got high and they could no longer even look each other in the eye. Nate and Y/N were the couple everyone was certain would eventually put a ring on it. It was quite the shock to find out they'd decided to break up. Once again, no one could pinpoint why.

Now, it's Seth and Stas' turn. Only time will tell if the pattern will take hold again.

"What's up guys, it's Sam and Colby!" Colby starts the intro to the video they're filming as per usual.

"Today, we'll be diving into the dark history of Savannah Penitentiary. This monstrosity of a building behind us." Sam picks up on his usual cue, turning to point at the indeed both ginormous and hideous building behind the group.

"It's gonna be a long night." Josh says through a nervous laugh, unaware just how right his prediction would prove to be later on.

So, in they go. It would be rude to keep the spirits waiting.

* * * * * *

Well the spirits sure as hell didn't keep them waiting. Even during the tour, they were very adamant on letting the group know they were present and waiting for the opportunity to talk. Bangs, knocks, taps, footsteps - each sound sending the five huddling just a bit closer together.

Sam and Colby always made it a priority to keep their guests feeling safe and comfortable on these investigations. That was - and still is - the case when they first managed to convince Y/N to tag along with them. Now she's no longer a guest but a staple of their videos, having become a fan-favorite within her first investigation. Still, her comfort and safety was of upmost importance to them. She's grown thicker skin to the paranormal over time but they're all only human and there are very few things more human than fear.

That, however, doesn't mean she's absolved of the trademark Sam and Colby solo investigations. This time she just happened to be the unlucky last on nose-goes which sent her path into the woods next to the penitentiary with nothing but a camera and an EMF meter.

"Fuck you all! I'll fucking haunt you when whatever's out there kills me." Y/N flipped Sam and Colby - and by extension Seth and Josh - the finger before making her venture out into the eerie and all too noisy night, turning on night-vision on her camera.

That's where she is now, minding each and every step with the very little visibility her camera is providing her. "This fucking sucks." She mumbles to herself, taking a drag from the cigarette she lit to calm her nerves. She's never one to publicly chicken out but she is most definitely panicking internally. So much so that a clap of thunder makes her jump and almost drop the EMF.

"Is no one here or do you just not wanna talk to me?" Y/N says, her voice louder now. She secures the cigarette between her lips to properly show the device to the camera. Nothing. Literal crickets. "Is it cause I'm a woman? Shawn told us you're not very fond of women." She attempts again, referencing what their tour guide had said earlier.

And it proves successful when the light flicks up to yellow.

"I see." She rolls her eyes as she stomps out her cig, "Well could you please refrain from being mean because I'm not just gonna stand here in this oncoming storm for you to give me nothing in return. The people want to hear what you have to say. This is your chance. Can you make this device in my hand light up if you're willing to talk to me?"

For a split second, it does light up. Almost as though the spirits are begrudgingly agreeing to converse with a woman.

"Ok great." She smiles in success, "I'll ask you yes/no questions. Light my device up for yes, ok? Or maybe give me a more obvious sign?" The EMF lights up to orange this time, scaring her briefly but it's showing progress. "Alright." Right on time as well because the first rain drops have just hit her skin. No rain will get her to move now, though. She has spirits to talk to.

Back inside the even colder halls of the penitentiary, more specifically in the basement cell unit, is Colby. He's pacing around with a frustratingly inactive Ovilus.

He's flipped the entire basement to find at least a pocket of activity and has been slapped in the face with paranormal rejection each and every time. With the quiet spell having taken over, the moment the Ovilus came to life was quite the mini heart attack.

"Woman?" Colby reads the word on the screen after recovering, his brows furrowed as he tries connecting the word to anything they've learned throughout the night. And then it clicks, or at least he thinks it does. "Are you talking about nurse Helen? Was she the one who killed you?"

Earlier during the tour, the guide showed them the medical wing where a particularly malicious spirit resided. Nurse Helen. She was a mean older woman who exuded her own justice on the inmates by method of 'medical mistake' or 'accident' which 99% of the time resulted in the death of the inmates she was supposed to tend to.

Another quiet spell before the Ovilus sounded one more word: 'Woods'.

"Huh..." Colby's initial idea is now null and void. He tries drawing a connection between the words. The conclusion comes a lot quicker this time around, coupled with a flash of lightning and a clap of thunder just as a downpour starts.

The woman in the woods.

Y/N.

Seconds later he's running up the stairs to the ground floor, breaking the rule of the solo investigation with five minutes left on the clock. He runs out in the pouring rain, using his phone flashlight for guidance because he'd left his camera in the lobby. He has no indication of where she could be exactly. The woods take up a huge portion of the property and they're paced with closely planted trees that hinder his visibility futher.

After a solid minute of no sign from her, he decides to just call out to her.

It's safe to say all color drains from Y/N's body when she hears her name echo around her through the sound of the downpour. Sounds of leaves crunching follow which serve only to further terrify her. It isn't until the second time the voice rings out calling to her that she recognizes the voice as Colby's and calls back, hoping to God it's actually him.

"Yeah?! What is it?!" She inadvertently turns off the camera and brings it down to her side, her arm sore from holding it up. She fumbles to find her phone in her pocket and shine its flashlight in the direction his voice is coming from. Just in time to illuminate Colby, soaked to the bone, much like herself.

"Oh thank God you're ok." He sighs, panting to catch his breath, resting his hands on his hips to stabilize himself and let the assurance of her well-being sink in.

"Why wouldn't I be?" She asks, pushing her damp hair to the side, pulling up the hood of her hoodie over her head, taking a couple steps toward him. She lifts his bowed head with a finger under his chin, forcing their eyes to meet. "Hey, hey...I'm ok. Relax. Everything's ok. What happened?"

In that moment, it's clear as day even in the pitch black rainy night, that these two will never find a bridge that will help them get over one another. There's no getting over what they want to be, what they could be. They may run through phases all their life and continuously miss each other.

But something will always bring them back to this. These pure, raw, intimate moments between them. Moments perfectly constructed for them to finally spit out what's been plaguing them for literal years. But they may never actually...

"I thought you were in danger. I thought...." He inhales sharply, calming himself and forcing the stuck words out, "I didn't want anything to happen to you."

Y/N gives him a smile unsure of if it's meant to reassure him or if it's just a display of how his words are making her feel. "Nothing happened, Colbs. I'm ok. I was having a nice conversation with whoever is here. Nothing's wrong. I wasn't in danger. But thank you. The fact that you came here to check on me means a lot." She lowers her hands to take hold of his ice cold ones, instinctively bringing them up to her lips to blow some warm air onto them. "You're fucking freezing, you dumbass." She laughed, pulling down the hoodie sleeves she had rolled up to cover his hands too.

His skin might be cold as ice but his heart just swelled three times its size, a small fire having been lit inside it. And it's spreading throughout his whole chest, his whole body. He can't contain it. Not the fire and not the urge to kiss her.

So he does.

And pulls back just as quickly, fearful that he'd just ruined a decade of friendship. He came out to these woods out of fear he might lose her to an uncertain danger but he may have just lost her because of his own inability to suppress his feelings any longer.

He's just about to apologize when she pulls him down by the collar of his hoodie, their lips clashing once more.

Remember what I said about their shitty situation being a classic rom-com plot? This is the perfect ending to that movie, is it not? We've seen it many times on big and small screens alike. It may be an ending to the movie but it's just the beginning of something new.

The end of the phases, the undoing of the patterns.

The start of that forever and always they were seeking with other people because they thought they could never get it with each other.

And no one's happier to see it than Sam. He witnesses it via a perfect parallel two nights later - going down to grab a late night snack and peering out in the backyard to see his best friends sitting on the pool ledge, beers all but forgotten by their sides as they are lost in each other. Their eyes, touch, scent, kisses. All they'd been starving each other of for so many years.

Seeing this, Sam knows what he has to do.

"Get a room already!" He shouts, chucking a kitchen towel at the couple, startling them into almost toppling over into the pool.

There it is - the perfect circle. It always comes back to this very pool with them two.

This time however, it's actually perfect. Because they are finally each other's. Officially, that is. He's been hers and she's been his for longer than anyone could've imagined. But none of that matters now.

Their lives are finally perfectly complete.

[pathetic-sapphic]

can i pls get a sfw alphabet for viktor ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

Viktor SFW Alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

At the start of your relationship, it takes him a while to get used to displays of affection, both giving and receiving. Being so busy with work all of his adult life, Viktor has little to no experience when it comes to relationships. But he learns quickly and turns out to be a very needy and affectionate partner. He loves physical touch and melts whenever you give him a hug and a soft kiss every night when he comes back home from work. He loves giving you gentle and loving embraces, as well as kissing your forehead. There's just something so intimate and tender about those gestures that make him feel like he's doing a good job at loving you. Clings to your body whenever the two of you are asleep, with his face nuzzled in your hair or neck.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

You most likely to meet through work or during one of the galas as those tend to get quite boring so the two of you start a conversation while hiding away from crowds. Viktor loves to see curiosity and inquisitiveness so if you express those for his work, you'll surely get along well. He is a very honest, kind and supportive best friend. Never hesitates to be there for you when you need him and is always ready to give you advice or comfort.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Viktor loves to cuddle! Feeling the softness and warmth of your body against his own is a dream come true and it makes all his worries melt away. Often invites you to sit with him on your couch while he reads to you, loving the way you cuddle up into his side. Also likes when you put your head in his lap so he can play with your hair and vice versa. As mentioned before, he is a big fan of cuddling in bed and even starts going to work later in the morning because he has such a hard time leaving your hold. Cuddling with Viktor is a very intimate and tender experience.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Before meeting you, settling down was the very last thing on his mind. As your relationship progresses, Viktor learns to appreciate the domesticity of your life together. He is a very clean and neat man so he has no issue doing chores, it's the cooking that represents quite a challenge to his genius mind. Because of that he's fine with doing the cleaning while you do the cooking. If you're not much of a cook either then the two of you try to learn together (which may or may not end up in several close calls of a house fire). Viktor cherishes your joint life and loves the place you two now call your home. After some time of living together, he is willing to settle down as long as you feel the same.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Viktor is an honest and kind man so he would never try to lead you on or keep you in an unfair relationship. He calmly and regretfully admits that he wishes to break up and says he would like to remain friends. If you refuse, he understands completely. You're just such a good person that he would appreciate still having you around as a friend but he knows he hurt you and that you need time.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

As it was with settling down, getting married wasn't something on his mind before you came into his life. At first, he thinks it's a bad idea due to his health. Viktor thinks it'd be cruel to make you tied to a man who doesn't have much time left but starts thinking about it again after you reassure him that you wish to stay by his side no matter what happens. After a couple of years of dating, Viktor is ready. He makes a ring for you with an encased Hextech crystal (a dormant one of course), prepares a dinner date for the two of you and fumbles through the proposal. Hearing you say 'yes' makes his whole world bright and joyful, he is so grateful to call you his soon-to-be spouse.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

So so gentle. Viktor is a very kind and gentle soul who treats you as his most precious jewel. His touch and gestures are very caring and tender and so are his words and actions. He is a very giving and loving man who always treats you with nothing but utter respect and warmth.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Viktor loves hugs, always joking how he needs to recharge his battery by holding you. He gives them each day once he comes back home from work, telling you how much he missed you and giving you a soft kiss. His hugs are warm, tender and fond. Always murmuring words of appreciation and praise while his arms are protectively locked around your form, his face nuzzling softly into the crook of your neck.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes a while for him to build up the courage and he plans it in advance. Organizes a whole date just to set the romantic mood while he says it and you could tell he was going to admit something important with how fidgety he was acting. Says it while holding your face in his calloused hands and gazing into your eyes. Smiles at you softly and kisses you once you return the sentiment. From then on, he says it almost daily because he realizes just how easy loving you is. Viktor says it in the morning, when he comes back to work, when you go to sleep or just whenever he feels like it. Never wants you to doubt his love for you and how much it grows bigger and bigger with each moment the two of you spend together.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Viktor doesn't get jealous easily. You two have a very trusting and honest relationship and agreed early on to work on your communication with one another in other to avoid conflict. His jealousy comes from a place of insecurity and, although he doesn't take it out on you, you notice how reticent he's become after a situation where someone other than him showed romantic interest in you. He hesitantly admits his feelings and doubts and then listens to you as you reassure him that he's the only one for you. After your encouragement gets through that thick skull of his, Viktor feels silly. Because you showed him, time and time again, that you never plan on leaving him and never once did you give him a reason to doubt you. Apologizes and hugs you tightly, feeling relieved and loved thanks to your words.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are shy and so so gentle. Loves kissing your forehead and lips. Make-out sessions with Viktor are also very tender and relaxing, he pours all his love and adoration for you into his kisses. He also likes to kiss your nose because it makes you giggle so sweetly. Loves any kisses you're willing to give him but has a soft spot for hand kisses, especially when you kiss some cuts he got at work, and melts when you kiss the beauty marks on his face.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He can be a little awkward around children and unsure how to act. However, he loves witnessing and entertaining a child's curiosity. He thinks it's fascinating and wishes more adults kept that part of themselves and carried it on with them. Children have no qualms or shame when it comes to asking questions and they don't care whether or not the questions sound stupid, they just want to learn. Viktor has no firm opinion when it comes to the two of you having children of your own, he'll adapt to whatever you wish to do as there are pros and cons in either situation. Although, he would make a very good and attentive father.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with Viktor are rare, as he often gets up before you and leaves for work. Whenever he sleeps in, you try to cherish the occasion as much as you can. His voice is rough with sleep in the morning and he's whiny if you wake him up earlier than he wants to be up. He usually doesn't sleep much so he deserves to sleep in every now and then so just let him have this. Let him hold you close and enjoy your shared warmth in the safety of your bedroom.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights with Viktor are lazy and relaxing. He often comes home tired and tense from work so you two like to eat dinner and then do something to ease off the stress of the day. Sometimes, when his body aches more than usual, you'll give him a light massage and he always praises you for how you take care of him so well. Other times you read together or just cuddle up on the couch while discussing how your day went. At night, Viktor simply craves to be close to you and listen to your warm voice as you talk about what you did that day.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He definitely reveals things slowly as he never had someone be interested in him as you are. Is genuinely surprised when you start asking for his opinion on things, his likes and dislikes or about his past. At first he thinks you may have an ulterior motive but soon notices that you're just genuinely curious about him and his life. He is usually a very private person but he indulges your curiosity and answers honestly any question you might have. It makes him feel wanted to have someone so interested and caring by his side.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Viktor doesn't have a short tamper but he can be very stubborn. Most things he can excuse but seeing injustice and ignorance makes his anger flare up. He isn't a violent man, but he is a confrontational one. With his intelligence and way with words he can easily dismiss someone's insults and refute their opinion. He is also very protective of you and is ready to confront anyone who tries to hurt you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Everything. Viktor loves and remembers everything about you. From your favorite book to your least favorite food. Viktor keeps every detail or information you shared with him locked in his mind. He knows your preferences, your hobbies and quirks. As I mentioned before, he is a very attentive and caring partner.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The moment he realized he fell in love with you. You were hanging out in his lab, watching him struggle with an invention as he frustratingly ran his hands through his messy hair. Hating to see him so defeated, you made an off-hand comment on how you think he could make it work. You surely weren't an expert but you thought maybe, just maybe, it could help and it did! Your advice worked! Viktor swiftly pulled you into a hug, realizing after a moment that he may be crossing a boundary but just as he was about to pull away and apologize, you returned his embrace. It made his heart skip a beat and redness to adorn his cheeks and ears. That was when Viktor learned what it means to have butterflies in your stomach.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Viktor is very protective of you as he hates seeing you sad or hurt in any way. Gladly confronts anyone who ever dared to insult you or make you feel inferior. He is so gentle when comforting you, diminishing all your doubts and insecurities with reassurances and tender kisses. He isn't used for the gesture to be returned, so he is taken aback the first time you defend him against some pompous big shot who insults Viktor's abilities and intelligence due to the fact that he's from the Undercity. His eyes are laser-focused on your form and gestures as you mouth off the rude man and after the two of you leave, Viktor kisses you as hard as he can, making you breathless. Thanks you for being so good to him and believing in him, whatever would he do without you?

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

With Viktor being so attentive and remembering everything about you, he is very good at preparing dates that suit your taste. Due to his work, he does have a hard time remembering important dates (more on that in the next section) but he does his best. Prefers simple and cute dates over fancy ones. He will take you to your favorite coffee shop and then to a bookshop the two of you frequent at. Takes note of which books your gaze seems to linger at and buys them for you when you aren't looking. For your birthday, he usually makes your gift himself, something that is both beautiful and sentimental. All his gifts are incredibly thoughtful and show just how much he listens and adores you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He is a workaholic which makes him forget to take care of himself and often forget important dates such as anniversaries. This only becomes worse as Hextech progresses and the two of you often fight because of your conflicting points of view. You understand how important this is to him but would it kill him just to spend one night with you? On the other hand, Viktor is angry because he thinks you don't take his ambitions and goals seriously and he can be so stubborn that he starts acting very cold towards you. Once he realizes how much this is hurting you and that you're simply worried for his well-being, he relents and apologizes to you. He promises to do better and make up for lost time, going back to the sweet and thoughtful Vitya you fell in love with all those years ago.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not too concerned, what's important to him is that he looks neat and proper. He doesn't think of himself as a handsome man until you reveal your fondness for his looks. Your compliments and love do wonders for his self-confidence and it shows in the way he moves and acts. He becomes a lot more sure of himself and assertive thanks to you.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes. Viktor has gotten so used to you and he doesn't know how he lived before he met you. He is a man of routine and to have you suddenly out of his life would crush him. To have you forcefully ripped away from his side would turn him into a cold and empty shell of a man he once was.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Once the two of you are official, he makes sure to buy you flowers every single week. Once he notices how much that gesture means to you, he makes ever-lasting ones out of metal and crystals so that they never wither. Still gets you real flowers every now and then because he knows you like to press them and keep them as sweet memories.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Viktor holds a strong dislike towards cold, ignorant and selfish people. Unfortunately there are many such personalities in Piltover and he despises them. People who turn a blind eye towards those in need and only look after their own gain disgust him. He wants a caring and kind partner, someone with a strong sense of empathy and justice.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Doesn't sleep for days and then crashes into a mini-coma. At this point, he might as well start injecting coffee directly into his bloodstream. His sleep habits improve thanks to you as you always remind him to get a healthy amount of sleep and replace his mugs of coffee with sweet milk. Sleep also comes easier to him and sounds a lot more inviting with you holding him in your arms.

[dawndelion-winery]

I Like You! (Not)

Alhaitham × GN! Reader

College au! Academic Rivals to Lovers

[4] - Perfect Pair

When you'd finally dragged yourself into class in a daze, you were left with no other seat but beside Alhaitham. To your dismay, your peers giggled at the sight, and though their laughter bore no malice, you couldn't help but feel it was a cruel mockery.

"I saved you a seat, my love," Alhaitham hummed as you set you things down, seemingly not noticing or caring about the scowl pressed upon your face.

"How thoughtful," you scoffed.

"Are you still upset I told everyone? I thought you'd be quite pleased with it, given your jealous tendencies. Everyone knows to leave me alone now."

He grinned a soft, proud smile as though he'd done something praiseworthy. You, on the other hand, could only manage a look of befuddlement. Now? Did people not already leave him to his own devices before?? You'd never pegged Alhaitham as the delusional sort, but looking at his recent behaviour, you just might need to reconsider that.

You would have snapped at him had it not been for the professor scuttling in hurriedly. The wizened old man greeted everyone apologetically and dove right into the lecture so as to avoid wasting anymore time.

Oh how you stared daggers at Alhaitham. Throughout the lecture, your mind wandered, unable to focus on the professor's words. Maybe if you had paid more attention, you'd have noticed everyone scurrying to get into their desired pairs before you were stuck with Alhaitham. He hadn't even had the decency to ask if you wanted to partner up with him because in his words: "Isn't it a given we'd work together now that we're dating? I assumed you'd be thrilled to have an excuse to see me more often, not that you need one."

As if to add insult to injury, your professor looked positively delighted by the pairing. While it was understandable he'd be excitedly anticipating what wonders his two brightest students might concoct, it seemed like nothing more than vicious mockery to you in that moment. Surely you couldn't be the only person disgruntled by it. (You were. Everyone else was fully behind it.) Well, you could always get back at them by raising the bell curve.

The true problem was with how comfortable Alhaitham was with sitting uncomfortably close to you. Now, he has never been known to be a particularly physically affectionate person, mind you. So what exactly was his business being all up in your space?

"I can feel your thigh against mine, and in case you can't tell, that's an indicator of how into my personal space you've gotten," you deadpanned after about a minute of waiting for him to move away on his own.

"I'm well aware, you mentioned your type was someone affectionate. I would presume that included small gestures like sharing personal space." Yet again he shocked you with his audacity. Your type? Was he really trying to conform to your type? He had to be joking. There was absolutely no way you'd get along with him let alone be into him. That would only prove everyone right about the two of you being a dream team, and that's unthinkable! No matter how right they probably were, you refused to accept it.

Which meant operation "give Alhaitham the ick" was a go.

It should have been simple enough; Alhaitham wasn't exactly a difficult person to be disliked by. So why was it, then, that every irritating little thing you did was perceived with adoration? You kept borrowing his stationary without asking? Sure, what's his is yours. Leaning over to see his laptop screen, effectively blocking him and getting in the way of his work? You're always a welcome disruption, a damn sight nicer than work. Of course, all of this wasn't without some sarcastic quip from him every now and then, but his tone was always light, gentle even, rather than scornful.

What happened to the Alhaitham who'd find even the most trivial excuse to evade social situations?

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[genshin-impact-writings]

Can i ask for headcanons for scaramouche, Tighnari and xiao? I was thinking what makes them feel loved and how they show their love in return... so, like, their love languages? No idea if that's the right term, lmao. Thank you so much! 😍🥰

Hey there! <3 I What a cute request, thank you for sharing that idea with me! I really had lots of fun working on this one, although I think Scaramouche might be a bit ooc. But I hope you'll enjoy the headcanons nevertheless. :)

Characters: Scaramouche / Wanderer, Tighnari, Xiao

What makes them feel loved & how they show their love in return (ft. gn!reader)

Scaramouche / Wanderer

Let’s keep it real, Scaramouche isn’t an overly affectionate person. For others, it’s probably hard to tell if you have a genuine relationship or if you just hate each other because Scaramouche never misses an opportunity to call you names and tease or even mock you – all in a playful manner, of course. Even he is not so cruel to hurt his lover’s feelings on purpose.

He rarely initiates any physical affection like kisses or cuddles but when he does he makes sure to put all the things he can’t put into words properly into these gestures. Every kiss from him is a silent declaration of love, and every time he hugs you he doesn’t let go until he can be sure that the hug lasted long enough to make it very clear how important you are to him. He’s also always willing to provide you some comfort whenever you’re not feeling well or had a bad day.

One thing he really hates is being away from you. Whenever your ways have to part for whatever reason, he always makes sure that you have something that reminds you of him – like a piece of clothing, a hastily scribbled note or a small gift. He doesn’t say anything about it though, so you oftentimes just find these things completely out of the blue. 

What makes him feel incredibly loved is the fact that you’re so content around him and always treat him in such a kind and gentle manner. Scaramouche is used to others avoiding him for many different reasons, one of them being fear and distrust, but you obviously confide in him so much that you can even fall asleep with your head on his chest. You don’t judge him for anything he did in the past and just accept him the way he is which is truly a rare experience for him.

He would never ever admit it but Scaramouche really turns into putty in your hands when you give him loving pet names (when there’s no one else around to hear them, of course – after all, he has a reputation to lose). There’s just something to tender and intimate about this way of addressing him, and he’s absolutely sure he will never get tired of how soft your voice sounds when you call him ‘dear’ or ‘darling’.

Tighnari

Tighnari is incredibly busy with his duties as a Forest Watcher and often spends days away from Gandharva Ville to ensure that the ecosystem of Avidya Forest is balanced or to deal with the effects of the Withering. So, there are sometimes periods of time where you don’t see each other at all or just for a couple of moments before he has to leave again.

This is why he mainly shows his love by spending uninterrupted quality time with you. He loves to take you on long walks during the forest where you can either talk or dwell on your own thoughts while you wander around together, holding hands and enjoying each others’ company. He shows you all of his favorite spots around Avidya Forest and takes the time to explain things to you if you have questions about a specific plant or animal you encounter on your way.

From time to time, Tighnari also surprises you with a picnic. He’s not a particularly talented cook but there a few dishes he mastered (including your favorites), and sometimes, he just bursts into your house with a blanket and a basket filled with food and drinks in his hands to drag you out into the forest. He just feels so at home there, and he wants to share the peaceful atmosphere with you while you enjoy a nice meal together.

One thing that makes Tighnari feel really loved and appreciated is when you show interest in his work. Just asking him about his day and the things he encountered in the forest is enough to make him fall in love with you even more, and he will happily tell you everything that happened during his patrols.

Also, the fact that you never complain when he starts to ramble about a super specific topic, like a rare and special plant or something like this. He’s so grateful that you’re never annoyed by that and oftentimes encourage him to keep talking when he realizes he’s been rambling again and starts to go silent. He also has such a soft spot for compliments. Tell him he did a good job with something and he will be putty in your hands immediately.

Xiao

To be honest, Xiao really struggled with accepting your love at first because he felt like he doesn’t deserve it, although he really couldn’t find a good reason for that, even if he tried. It’s just something that was always in the back of his head when you started to get closer.

So, with that being said, he also doesn’t really know how to show his love for you. It’s not something he ever needed to worry about but now that you’re in his life, he can’t help but feel like he’s not doing enough. In his opinion, you deserve the entire world and he sometimes thinks that he can’t give you that, no matter how often you reassure him that he makes you the happiest person in all of Teyvat. Generally speaking, Xiao isn’t good with expressing his feelings with words, hence why he focuses on proving his feelings with actions instead. He’s the type of guy who fully believes that actions speak louder than words, so whenever you need him he’s there to support you.

He allows you to take care of him when he’s not feeling well or when he’s injured, even though he’s so used to tending to his wounds on his own. Around others, he usually hides his pain because he doesn’t want to be a burden but around you, he just feels safe enough to let his guard down. You’re one of the very few people who are allowed to see his more vulnerable, soft side.

What makes him feel loved is that you accept his boundaries without ever questioning him about them. He has dealt with so much pain in the past (and still is, for the record) and it absolutely means the world to him that you don’t pressure him to talk about it more or ask him dozens of questions about this time. But he’s also well aware that you’re always there for him, should he ever need someone to talk, and that’s another thing he really appreciates.

Xiao melts on the spot every time you let him rest in your arms. There’s just something so soothing and comforting about your presence that he drifts off to sleep almost every time you hold him close, playing with his hair or whispering sweet nothing into his ear.

Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed it, please consider liking, reblogging or leaving a comment. I’d really appreciate the support. <3

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[whumpshaped]

i... .. fitz. u know the gist. im insane abt him. fitz and alexander both belong to the lovely @oliversrarebooks

tw vampire whumper, multiple whumpers, carewhumpers tho, stockholm syndrome, manipulation, mind control

Rye knew they were supposed to be feeling something as they watched Fitz and Alexander on the couch, cuddling and being affectionate with each other in a way neither of them had ever been with them. They knew, because they’d felt it before, and they had an inkling in the back of their mind that it was an entirely human emotion, something normal, something any person would’ve felt in a situation like this… but they just couldn’t remember. 

The feeling was still there, buried under thick layers of enthrallment and conditioning. It didn’t leave them alone. Rye tilted their head and opened their mouth to say something, to… what were they trying to say?

Fitz glanced up from where he was splayed across Alexander’s lap, as though only just now noticing the thrall in the doorway. “Oh, Rye. Nice timing.”

They suddenly shut their mouth, immediately placated by the shallow praise. They walked over without question when Fitz gestured to them, little sparks of hope filling their heart and making it beat just a little quicker. Would they be allowed on the couch? Would they be allowed some affection too? 

“I was getting a little peckish.”

All that hope came crashing down as Fitz sat up to be able to feed, and Rye could suddenly place the mystery emotion quite well and clearly. Jealousy. They were jealous of whatever the two vampires had. They were jealous of being wanted for something other than their blood. They were jealous of being wanted at all, of being…

Fitz gently wrapped his fingers around their wrist, and their head was empty before their body hit the couch’s soft cushion. “You don’t have any problems with me feeding, do you?” he asked, and Rye couldn’t imagine why they would’ve done anything other than shake their head.

“Of course not, sir. Please, drink as much as you like.”

Fitz grinned. “I figured as much. But I just had to ask, since you looked so upset.” He lifted their hand, and Rye watched their wrist get nearer and nearer those fangs in a fascinated trance. They weren’t excited, per se, but they were definitely looking forward to the bite. “But surely, that was entirely unrelated to Lex and I having a leisurely evening to ourselves. Yes?”

Rye didn’t take their eyes off their wrist in Fitz’s hold. “Yes, sir. Entirely unrelated.”

“You could easily reassure them that they’re wanted,” Alexander interjected. “Which they are.”

“I could.” Fitz ran a thumb along the smooth skin of Rye’s wrist, still not taking any blood, merely soothing them until they couldn’t think of anything but providing it. “But we’ve had this conversation before, haven’t we?” he asked with a sweet, sweet smile, and Rye spoke without a second, or even a first thought.

“Yes, sir. We have.”

Alexander sighed, and if Rye had been any less enthralled, they might’ve picked up on some pity from the man. “Some things bear repeating.”

“Mhm. That they do.” Fitz leaned in a little, his smile endlessly condescending as he said, “Stop being so silly, Rye. Different people serve different purposes, you know that. Aren’t you happy you have a purpose?”

Alexander sighed again, even heavier, but it was drowned out by Rye’s enthusiastic, affirmative response. “Yes, sir, I am. I am happy. I’m so happy to be given a purpose, please, let me fulfill it.”

“I’d be cruel not to.” He finally bit down on their wrist, closing his eyes as he drank. Rye shuddered at the feeling, their own eyes fluttering halfway closed from the pleasant sensation. 

How silly they had been. They couldn’t even remember what had gotten them so worked up. Weren’t they content? Didn’t they have everything they could’ve asked for? They could feel Fitz’s satisfaction as he filled his stomach, and really, they couldn’t think of anything more they wanted from life than knowing they were pleasing him.

[finniestoncrane]

Your One True Nemesis

Chapter 37: also on AO3 Masterlist Here Arkham!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 2k hello i will never stop writing misunderstandings where it could be solved if either of these idiots were capable of just saying how they feel💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: minor angst here!!

“I have a surprise for you.”

You knew each of those words, but they still confused you, considering they were coming out of Eddie’s mouth. Eddie, who liked to plan and prepare, who had no notion of the unexpected because he was always ten steps ahead of everyone else on the planet. Eddie, who was the furthest thing from romantic or playful, as far as you knew (and you felt you knew him quite well by now). Eddie, who up until now had been perfect as he was, most of the time, but was now adding a new layer to himself that intrigued you.

“A surprise?”

“Yes. I did just say that, didn’t I? Is there an echo in here? Have you gone deaf?”

Rolling your eyes at his cruel sarcasm, you clarified.

“Usually, when people say that, they’re asking for you to offer them some more information, or they’re shocked by the suggestion that there’s a surprise for them.”

“Well, my dear, which is it? And why wouldn’t you just say that.”

You could hardly argue with his logic, so you indulged.

“Ok then. What is the surprise?”

“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, would it?”

This felt more like Eddie. Back to the familiarity of the affectionate frustration. He filled the silence by providing you with a little bit more information, sensing that he had to offer something given that his attitude had slipped. Providing you with a smile and at least some sort of indication about what was happening that night seemed like enough of an apology.

“Let’s call it a date. One of my signature weird ones. Will you make sure to be ready to leave at midnight?”

You smiled at him, an eyebrow raised in a silent and unspoken question, nodding your head in agreement with his plans as he turned and left, in more of a hurry than he usually was to get away from you. 

A date. 

A date could mean anything, especially with Edward. You were excited by the prospect, the thought that he might have put into planning something in secrecy. Sinking into the sofa, you considered why it needed to be a surprise at all. Immediately, your mind rushed to the most unlikely of scenarios. 

Maybe he was going to express his emotions, properly, and fully. 

A date.

Somewhere different, somewhere, potentially, romantic. Where he might tell you how much he cared for you. How much he even… 

It felt so unlikely, you thought, because you couldn’t even let yourself imagine him saying it to you. It was ridiculous, the notion that he might be planning on telling you he loved you. A big gesture, a confession that would make your heart skip a beat. Despite that, you could feel your hopes getting set up for what you knew would be a disappointment. Yet, you managed to avoid pestering him about it all day. You were sure, however, that he could feel your eyes boring into the back of his head as you stared at him, trying to coax even just a hint out of him psychically. In fact, you had been so focused on figuring it out that he had caught you in a moment of concentration that night, shocking you out of your trance.

“Ready?”

“Ready? For?”

“I asked you to be ready. For your surprise.”

The time seemed to have flown by, regardless of how slow it seemed to have been to you earlier in the day.

“Oh! Yes, yes I’m ready. I’ve been ready all day.”

“Are you sure?”

He looked you up and down taking in the outfit you were wearing. It wasn’t exactly smart, it was just the clothes you usually wore to do work. You hadn’t really thought he might be taking you somewhere nice. You’d imagined this as more of an abandoned trainyard sort of surprise. 

“Is… this not appropriate? You didn’t say where we were going, so I didn’t think-”

“No, it’s fine. Please, let’s just go.”

Entirely silent during the car journey, Eddie remained quiet when you questioned him upon arrival at your destination.

“The Orphanage? Abandoned orphanage? This is the surprise?”

You were pissed at his judgement of your outfit. What difference did it make if he was bringing you here, to an abandoned, creepy building. He only looked back briefly, offering a strange smile before turning and heading inside the building, unlocking it with a large, rusted key. Something in his knowing grin, sleek and sinister, like he was about to wow you, made your heart giddy. As you rushed to catch up with him, your imagination ran wild. What was waiting for you inside? Candles? Hundreds of them? Or neon lights? A space decorated in true Eddie fashion, as romantic as he could muster. But what for? A special announcement? Maybe…

Absolutely not. 

You couldn’t.

He wouldn’t.

Whatever question you had briefly, for the smallest of nano seconds, allowed the idea of to slip over your apparently smooth brain was not going to be asked. Eddie wasn’t that kind of… You weren’t even sure that you were the kind who would…

“Hurry up then!”

Eddie turned to you as you hovered near the front entrance, staring at you down the short hallway to another set of double doors he was holding open just a crack. His quick, snapping voice was enough to convince you that this wasn’t going to be the romantic surprise you had hoped for, but you hurried to catch up with him regardless. It was still Eddie. He was still trying to surprise you. So you were still excited. But it all fell apart when you reached the door and he opened it wide. 

The large hall was scattered with debris, plant life growing on the walls which were covered in Eddie’s signature spray paint graffiti and notes, and gadgets, tools, and shards of metal lined the square floor. 

“Tah-dah!”

Eddie spread his arm out wide, displaying the room to you with an excited and smug grin. You weren’t quite sure how to respond, and your silence was enough to deflate him to the point of irritation.

“Well! Aren’t you going to say anything? Congratulate me? Faint in surprise and wonder?”

“I would… if I knew what I was looking at.”

Bringing his fingers to his face, he tensed them on the bridge of his nose, taking in a deep breath to control his imminent rage before he spoke to you.

“This is it. My masterpiece. The finale! My greatest work!” 

You took another long slow glance around the room, wondering what it was going to amount to, if anything, when he had finished working on it. And not willing to waste any more time waiting on you to congratulate him or to see the point, Eddie continued, offering a slow and patronising explanation which droned on and on. By the time he had finished, you had barely registered and had to quickly offer him something as he stood staring at you expectantly.

“It’s definitely… definitely… uh…”

“This is where I will defeat Batman. This is where I will entrap his feline frienemy, as you may put it, to lure that sentimentally burdened oaf into my web of danger. And you have nothing to say!?”

While you knew how important his ultimately futile attempts were, you couldn’t help but wonder if he had thought about anything beyond them. And though it really didn’t feel like the right time to ask, your words were passing over your lips before you could stop them.

“Eddie… do you ever think about the future?”

“Yes, obviously. I’m consistently at least four and a half steps ahead of everyone else, and it would be more if we weren;t tied down by chance and random opportunity.”

“What do you… plan for?”

“I plan to capture Batman. I plan to watch him die. I plan to be the most revered man in the world.”

“Yeah, but… other than that, what do you see?”

Eddie paused for a moment, clearly stumped by your line of questioning, but refusing to admit as much. He always had the answer, or at least he always pretended to, even if it was just buying himself some time.

“I see my legacy. I see-”

“Eddie, look where we are.”

Another brief second of consideration as his eyes passed over the surroundings. Children’s toys, rusted and broken, childish scribbles next to his own.

“I… children? As in, my own… chil-”

“Oh, god no! I just meant that this is a lot of effort you’ve put into one aspect of your entire being, one part of your masterplan. What do you do after this? And…”

You considered the vulnerability that your next question came with, the devastation it could cause, but you committed to it.

“... who are you doing it with?”

For the first time in his life, Edward felt truly stumped. His entire relationship with you, while it had always been a source of confusion, had always been fraught with his terrified self-awareness, the fact that he knew he cared about you deeply, even if he couldn’t face that answer immediately. But this? This was a question without an answer. One he hadn’t considered yet, because it might be the only thing he had never quite been secure about. So, disappointingly, his answer had to be truthful.

“I don’t know.”

Of course, Eddie had only been answering in response to the first part of your query. He felt it was a certainty that whatever he was intending to do next would include you, if you would join him, of course. But he neglected to express that much. So, as you watched him face up to the foggy, uncertainty of his future, you could only assume that he wasn’t sure how long he might let you stick around. 

“Well, this hasn’t quite been the great reveal I hoped it would be.”

Disheartened, obviously so, Eddie reached a hand out and placed it on your shoulder as he let his statement linger in the stale air.

“Perhaps an abandoned orphanage isn’t the romantic date location I thought it might be.”

You laughed, trying to force a smile onto your face. However long you might have left with Eddie, you were determined to let it be positive. 

“You stick to a theme, Eddie. I have to give you credit for that.”

Eddie was grateful for your smile, for the way you were willing to let some of his misdeeds go ignored, or at least placed to the side for the moment. Both of you were compromising, letting yourselves be happy instead of tense and on edge. He might be unsure about everything else in life, but he was steadfast in his determination to keep you by his side, and if that meant letting you be disappointed in him, or allow you to get away with not giving his grand ideas the recognition and praise they deserved, then so be it. You were worth the vain on his forehead protruding slightly as he held what he would secretly admit to be pointless anger inside. And in a show of “no hurt feelings”, he moved his hand to your other shoulder, pulling you closer to him, into his side, as he spoke.

“Would a detour to the drive thru of Bat Burger on the way home make it any better?”

“And I get to decide on the movie we watch?”

He sighed, furrowing his brows. He’d do anything for you, but you really tested his limits sometimes. 

“Provided you write me an essay on the impressiveness of my work here, due on my desk in the morning, then yes.”

Reaching out your hand to him, you waited for him to grab it.

“Deal.”

He took your palm and held it tight, not shaking it, just holding, looking into your eyes as though he were searching for resentment, disappointment, something that told him why you hadn;t received his genius the way he had expected, the way you usually did. 

“Deal.”

In confusion, with strange feelings bubbling under the surface of happiness you were both pushing to the top, you left the orphanage together, intent on having a pleasant evening. You hoping to create positive memories before Eddie let you go. Eddie hoping to create positive memories that might convince you that it was worth staying.

[lokisivy]

Haiiii could I get some fluffy head cannons for Michael b Jordan or killmonger? Like him being a gentleman or something? I like flufffff

backstory if you want

Erik has always been known as cruel or a murderer but no one ever l you had met him in uni before her went to Afghanistan. yes he had changed when he came back he was always mad. he would fuck it out and you were there. Although you never talked to him during his time in the marine when he came back he looked for you. he told you how much he missed you thought he was just calling for a booty call since he never send you anything during the time he was away. it turns out he knows how important getting your PhD was for you and he knows you would get distracted waiting for him.

he was very affectionate he always cuddled and gave you kisses but after coming back from the marine you had to ask for them he would hesitate but with time he becomes the same person you loved before.

He cooks dinner for you when you're working late in the lab. Even though he is a horrible cook, the effort makes it all better than the food.

his not that great at saying what's on his mind but he shows it in a physical way.

that time he was mad about you going out alone at midnight to a sketchy area to get an element you needed for your project.

he was scared to lose you he just got you back.

"You can't be risking your fucking life like you have fifty of them!"

"Why are you so mad nothing happened to me."

"You could've been killed Y/N or worse raped or sold! I saw a lot of shit like this and it's way worse than being dead!"

"Erik Im fine I get that you were scared for me but you yelling at me won't fucking change anything."

he knows your right he isn't used to talking calmly

"I'm sorry... it's just I can't lose you, so much time has run out on us." he sat down on the couch

"I know baby but we have the rest of our lives to make up for it." you knelt in front of him.

he kissed you so passionately knocking the air out of your lungs.

he didn't stop there he made you ride his face as a way of saying sorry.

it was fucking amazing the way he pushed your cunt harder against his face while he took it all. you actually thought he loved it more than you did because he came with you even though he did not touch himself, just an occasional rub to get rid of the aching pain from all the pressure.

he always took really good care of u when it came to pleasuring you.

he always hugs you when you were sad, got you food when you were hungry and would get you flowers just to make you happier on the good days.

he never failed to make it good for you and these small gesture makes you fall in love more with him.

[ceruleancattail]

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Mystic Cater x reader

tw: yandere

You’ve grown used to the smell of incense. 

The tantalising cent of smoke, lingering around the folds of your clothes,slipping itself into the very strands of your hair. It’s tinged with the scent of nature. Fresh dew, blooming on the blades of grass. 

An odd combination of smells, but somehow it worked. Balancing each other out. The smell of growth and the stench of ruin.

 It smelt like him.

A palm presses against your cheek, calluses firm against your skin. It would have been a gentle caress, if not for the claws that grazed your face. Razor sharp blades, gliding across your cheek. Close. A little too close for your comfort. 

Something snaked around your thigh. Fur brushes against your leg, a soft embrace. Warmth surges through that touch, going straight into the marrow of your bones.A balmy sort of temperature that irritated your skin, making it itch.

His tail  pulses, a heartbeat thumping into yours. A steady beat, against your heart.

Beads of cold sweat grow in between your shoulder blades, slipping down into the base of your spine. Try as you may, your shoulders remain tense, yanked taut. Fingers clenched into rounded fists, in a desperate attempt to quell the tremble that shook all ten of your digits.

Emerald eyes watched your expression, narrowed with a certain kind of cruel amusement. The red eyeliner around his eyes was delicately applied, framing those lovely eyes of his. The crimson of the very blood rushing through your veins, the colour of that organ beating wildly within its cage of bone.

Cater had always relished in your discomfort, as most of his kind do. It’s in his nature to be… mischievous. Although Cater seems to delight in your wincing a little more than the others. 

His thumb slides across the curve of your cheek, stroking it slowly. A seemingly affectionate gesture, yet it sent a shiver racing down your spine, chilling you till the bone. Cater chuckles a little at the way you stiffened, clearly uncomfortable with both his touch and his proximity. 

He moved closer.

Slotting his hips against yours. Tails engulfing both of you, wrapped tightly across your lower torso. Cater’s hand only slips downwards, resting on the bottom of your chin. He guides it up firmly, tilting your gaze upwards. Forcing you to look at him.

A moment of silence, before Cater speaks. A twinkling sort of tone, his words slipping off his tongue like honey. Dripping into your ears smoothly, a siren’s lullaby.

“Ah, Master. You’ve been gone the entire day.

Lil’ old Cay Cay got rather lonely…”

His grip got just a little more tighter. Claws digging into your flesh. Never enough to draw blood, of course. Yet it was enough pressure to bruise, leaving scarlet welts blooming across your face. 

“Why didn’t you bring me with you?”

Mouth opening, you struggled to form words. An apology, an excuse, a reason all meshed together in your mouth, melting into an incoherent stutter. Gulping, you wiggle around in his clasp, desperately hoping that Cater would loosen his grip, that he’ll put some space in between both of you…

That he’ll allow you to breathe.

“Didn’t you promise I’ll never be alone again? You said you’ll be with me. Was that all a lie, Master?”

Another splutter from your lips. Cater grimaces, before he catches himself frowning. Forcing his features into a smile, they looked horribly distorted. The image of a person trying to hold themselves together.

“No, no, it’s alright. Humans are rather fickle. You probably couldn't help it, didn't you? Forgetting promises is just... something you do. ”

This seemed to be said more for his benefit than yours. A way of consolement, as shallow as it was. A sigh of relief slid out of your mouth. Maybe today’s lecture would end with this. Squirming, you shoot Cater with an expectant glance, waiting for him to loosen his grip.

He only watches, showing no intention of freeing your limbs. That horrible, horrible smile still stuck to his face. Immovable, a mask of steel. Yet the slightest hint of his teeth peeked out, pressing against his lips.

The fangs of a beast.

Hand caressing your face once more, he mutters. A short sentence, yet that alone was enough to make your blood run ice cold.

“Guess I'll just have to make it so you'll never leave.

Never leave me.”

[monsoon-of-art]

Hey! I had a late night idea in regards to your mer au of Ingo cheering up Dawn. I hope it's okay to share it with you.

Ingo frown stretched lower than usual "What's wrong?"

Dawn paused to gather her thoughts, and then eventually turned to him "Can you be honest with me?"

"Of course."

"Do you...like it here?"

Ingo's gaze drifted out to the stretch of water above them as he considered her question "I am grateful for the hospitality of my clan and being of service to my Noble brings me great satisfaction if that's what you're asking. "

But Dawn shook her head "No, I mean, do you like living here?" With a wide sweep of the arm, she gestured to the space in front of them "In the ocean?"

Ingo made a thoughtful noise "I don't know what to compare it to, I'm afraid. It's all I've ever known. I cannot recall living anywhere else. Why do you ask?"

Dawn shrugged "I just...I don't know how you live here. I don't know if I could. It's so scary here!"

She forced a smile up at her Uncle's concerned eyes "Don't get me wrong, I love being with you and the other mers are nice...mostly. And I still think it's cool to be a mer and to do things and go places nobody else in the Survey Corps can. And I like writing down all the weird and wonderful things I find out about marine life, but..."

Dawn twiddled her fingers, folding in on herself as if to hide. "For every reason I find to love the ocean... there's so many more reasons to dread it.

"Everything's bigger than me, including everything that wants to eat me. And even the things that are way smaller than me are terrifying. Like pufferfish or jellyfish or the time Sabi told me that starfish would eat my body if I died. It's all so creepy! I feel like I can't go anywhere without being in danger.

"And sometimes the creatures I find give me the shudders when I have to draw them or write about them. Everything seems to be either full of teeth, are armed to the teeth, slimy, have unspeakable diets or are deceptivley cute. It's like swimming through a place of nightmares!"

She sighed internally "Honestly, I'm beginning to hate coming back to the ocean again and again. If it weren't for the fact that the Survey Corps are relying on my research...Ingo, how do you deal with being here?"

Ingo straightened his cap and gave an apologetic shrug "I suppose because I don't face a lot of the problems you do, I'm not a pup who's just learning to swim and I don't have to fear as many of this world's creatures you do. And like I said before, the ocean is all I've ever known. But I do admire your courage in coming here for your research, even if I'd prefer that you'd stay on land."

"It's kinda sad, you know? The ocean's not as...well...magical as I thought it would be."

It broke Ingo's heart to see the girl look so sombre. It must have been hard to be such a small and vulnerable pup in a vast, unforgiving ocean. And Dawn was right, the ocean could be a cruel and ugly place...but it wasn't all it was. Ingo's amnesia had brought him to be blown away by so many rich experiences as if it was his first time in the ocean. When he first arrived, members of the Pearl Clan would smile and laugh affectionately at the way he stared at the reef coming to life around him, mesmerised by the shifting colours and shapes. Or the times he could swim beside a pod of sperm whales during patrols, the motions of his tail mirrored by slow, graceful giants that would turn their gaze at him with seemingly all knowing eyes . And even something as simple as a kelp forest seemed to hold such majesty and serenity if you stopped to enjoy its shade.

The orca's attention was brought back to the melancholy child in front of him as an idea tugged up the corners of his mouth. "How about I show you something?"

Dawn couldn't see much between the gaps of Ingo's fingers as they closed securely around her, just a deep cobalt blue interrupted by the occasional black shape. Although, more and more black shapes were appearing, occasionally blocking out the light. She grew nervous. Where was Ingo taking her? They've been travelling like this for quite a while now.

Ingo broke the silence with a smile in his voice: "We have arrived at our stop. Are you ready?"

The black shapes were more frequent than ever now. Dawn was incredibly uneasy, but also admittedly curious. And Ingo's cheerful tone calmed her down somewhat, telling her she was in no danger.

"Okay." That came out more timid than intended.

Ingo removed the hand that served as her roof and the bright blue light surrounding her made her blink.

And all around them wide, graceful sheets of black and white glided through the vast blue space.

Manta rays.

So many-too many! Like the ocean had moving stripes! All of them slowly migrating forward. Below Ingo's steady hand she could see more of them below, many so far down they were fading into space. The filtered sun above them was occasionally blocked out, leaving dancing shadows over Dawn and Ingo's form.

Beside her, one of them glided close enough for her to note its large gaping mouth. She flinched.

"It's alright" said Ingo, holding her closer to his tunic "They're harmless."

Dawn read about Manta rays. She knew they were only filter feeders and that they wouldnt harm her with barbs in their tails. However, seeing a Manta ray up close and personal was different to seeing one in a book, and new uncertanties curled in her stomach.

But she trusted Ingo. She was safe with him and he wouldn't take her anywhere he deemed too risky. And even if there was danger, he would close his hand over her again at the first sign of it. She laid lack into his tunic behind her and took in the comfort that came with it. Her shoulders began to relax.

"They're quite friendly, and even playful" Ingo continued "Sometimes I blow bubbles here because I know they enjoy swimming through them."

He demonstrated, and he was right. Some mantas above them seemed to slow down through the streams of air, and even circled back to have a second go.

Dawn giggled. It was almost like they were watching dolphins.

Ingo pointed up to the larger mantas above them with his free hand "See the markings on the underside of their bodies?"

Dawn nodded

"The shape of the markings is unique to each animal, like a fingerprint."

"Really? So you can tell each Manta Ray apart?"

Ingo scratched the back of his neck "Well, I haven't personally memorised any markings, and even if I did, there are too many at this station to keep track of, but yes, in theory you could."

For a good while, they stayed there. Ingo had long since became lost in his own rambling, and Dawn was just happy to listen. He was spouting facts about everything he was taught about the creatures around them, from their feeding habits to the how and why of their migrations.

She couldn't even hope to remember half of it all, but she took mental notes to write down some of the more interesting things he mentioned when she had the chance.

If the Mers weren't so afraid of humans and visa versa, Dawn imagined Ingo would be quite valuable to the Survey Corps.

Dawn took another glance around her. The colossal, yet quiet creatures drifted in a steady stream around them; taking their time towards an unknown destination, like commuters in a crowded city, but in slow motion. It was so serene here. So peaceful. Gentle giants, just like Ingo and so many of the other mers.

"There really is no danger, is there?"

Ingo chuckled "No. Not here."

But then his smile dipped and he looked soberly down at Dawn.

"Perhaps there is danger back at the reefs, waiting for us. And perhaps there always will be a dangerous and ominous side to the ocean. But the ocean is vast. And in all that space there is room for beauty as well, and gentleness, and wonder. The scope of it amazes even me.

"My home is frightening, and I'm worried that I won't be able to protect you from all that it holds, but I don't want you to miss out on all that's good in this world either. In more ways than one, it is magical. I hope you come to see it that way too."

Akari leaned further into her Uncle's tunic and smiled.

Yeah, maybe she will.

"Thanks, Ingo."

(Aaaaaand it's morning! Wow, that idea really exploded! Thank you for letting me share, though. And thank you again for all your art and stories! :) )

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tolerate it | Nico Hischier

Warnings: Angst with no happy ending.

"I know my love Should be celebrated, but you tolerate it" inspired by Taylor Swift's song tolerate it

As Isabel sat beside Nico on their couch, she couldn't help but steal glances at him. His eyes were fixed on the television screen, focused on the game tapes he was reviewing. She noticed every little detail about how his brows furrowed in concentration and his lips curled into a faint frown when he saw a play that had gone wrong. She admired how he absorbed information, how his mind worked in sync with the images flashing before him.

As the soft glow of the TV illuminated his features, Isabel felt a warm swell of affection for him, grateful for the simple pleasure of sharing this moment with him. Still, the feeling was soon replaced by a growing sense of discomfort since he had been distant the past few days.

As days turned into weeks, Isabel started to notice subtle shifts in her emotions towards Nico. She gave everything of her for their relationship, hoping for reciprocation, for the kind of love that she felt at the start of their relationship years ago. She had tolerated the moments of indifference, the casual neglect, and the times when her efforts seemed to go unnoticed; even defending him when her friends told her that she deserved a relationship where her love was reciprocated.

Making one last effort to mend things with Nico, she decided to cook something for the two of them. Isabel stood in the kitchen, surrounded by the delicious aroma of herbs and spices. The room was bathed in warm, golden light. She had poured her heart into this meal, hoping it would help rescue her relationship with Nico.

The clock on the wall ticked away the minutes, each one echoing in the silence of the apartment. She checked her phone for the hundredth time, but there were no new messages or missed calls from Nico. As the food cooled and the candles burned lower. Isabel's anticipation turned to worry, then to disappointment. She paced the living room, unable to shake the feeling of abandonment.

Finally, as the night grew late, Isabel resigned herself to the fact that Nico wasn't coming. She couldn't hold back the tears any longer. She sat at the table, the once inviting dishes now a cruel reminder of her efforts.

When the morning came, Isabel decided it was time to end things with Nico, she knew she could have done a lot more to save their relationship, but she felt too weak to keep trying for something that she felt was one-sided.

“You’re taking me for granted. I’m not longer your priority, I understand that hockey is your life but where do I stand?” she said with hurt laced in her voice “Where's the man that I fell in love with? Where’s the man who took care of me?” she said as her trembling voice grew louder.

The affectionate gestures that once brought her comfort now left her feeling distant. It was a gradual process, a slow realization that sometimes hearts grow apart. Isabel had never experienced a love like this, therefore, she had never felt a pain that was too strong to even tolerate.

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” Nico said shocked, he didn’t know that Isabel had been feeling like this for a long time now.

“When would I say something? You’re never here and all you do is practice all the time. When you’re home I feel like I’m getting in the way and taking your time” 

“Please don’t do that, you’ve always been my love and always will be,” Nico said with a shaky breath, still not knowing how to react.

 “Love shouldn’t feel like this, I’m tearing myself apart just for you to not see me” she argued “Love, true love, isn’t about tolerating, but about embracing, cherishing, and reciprocating. It is about being seen and seeing in return,” she said weakly as he had no breath left to continue arguing. “I’m sorry but you can’t change my mind, Nico” 

As he sat in the living room, watching the love of his life slip from his grip, his eyes met hers, carrying a depth of emotion she had longed to see.

In the days that followed, Nico tried to reach out to Isabel, but she remained distant and unresponsive. He felt adrift, like a ship lost at sea. His heart ached with the weight of unanswered questions. He learned that sometimes, not only losing the love of your life was the greatest tragedy, but also realizing that you held the power to keep them and let them slip away.