#sorry this went hard and long but like... content xD

[ghostlythunderbird]

The Pack ~ The Letter

Pairings: Alpha!Konig, Alpha!Simon “Ghost” Riley, Alpha!Keegan P. Russ X Omega!Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors/Ageless Blogs DNI, Omegaverse, Mentions of Anxiety/Panic attack, Ghost and Keegan are kinda mean for this one (Im sorry!), Konig being a big softie for Reader, Mostly Fluff for this one!

Words: 4,437 (Went a little too wild with this one!)

Author’s Notes: Please do not repost, edit, or translate my work. This blog and all content will be marked 18+ even if there is no NSFW content, if you are underage or have no age I don't want to deal with you. So sorry for the long time to update, I'm currently recouping after my hand surgery so ill try and update when I can, it sucks trying to write with one hand XD.

Summary: After being introduced to your new pack, you are taken to your new home or 'Den' at this point. While the introduction part went almost seamlessly, your starting to figure out that these alphas might be a little hard to get along with.

The drive home was nothing less than silent; aside from König sitting in the back seat with you, the two other alphas were quiet. 'Maybe they are the strong silent type.' You had told yourself. While you wanted to ask anything about themselves, you had a strong feeling that you would be told to be quiet by these alphas.

Close to an hour later, the car had come to pull into a short driveway. Looking out the window, the house itself was decent from the outside. A standard brick suburban house, copied and pasted much like many others on both sides of the street. The red bricks and white paneling nearly blinded you as you stared at it. Before you could ponder more on the look of your new 'home' the door on your side opened, The Alpha known as Ghost stood there "Come on, out ya get."

Sliding out of the vehicle you were snatched up by König who gently guided you up the steps to the front door. "Don't worry about your stuff right now, Schatz. We will get it later." Without another word, the front door was finally opened.

Your new home was lackluster; if you googled a Bachelor pad, this would be the definition of one. While there was furniture, it didn't feel as homey as you had expected. The living room was bare other than the oversized L-shaped couch and T.V. stand it faced. Hell, these guys didn't even have a fucking coffee table, of all things. As you further overlooked the room, you noticed the bare white walls. No different colored paint, picture frames, or calendar was hung up.

Just an empty minimalistic house. Perfect for three military bachelors.

As you stepped through the front door, you nearly lost your breath after the mix of alphas scents. The overall musk almost sent you to your knees, through the overbearing scent hints of Cinnamon, Vanilla, Mint, Smoke, and Leather blended in almost perfectly.

 Minutes passed as you regained yourself before you looked back towards the door to find König waiting for you to continue. "Are you okay, Schatz?" His voice was soft as he began to approach you. While you knew his second gender and the horror stories your family had told you growing up, none seemed to fit his character. His sheer size alone would make anyone panic if he approached, but with him nervously clutching his hands to soothe his anxiety. It made him appear much less intimidating and rough around the edges, reminding you more of a large shelter dog being welcomed into a new house for the first time. He wanted you to accept his home, his den, as somewhere you would feel comfortable and safe. 

From Konig's point of view, None of this seemed real to him.

In two weeks, König went from a pack-less and omega-less Apex to not just having his own pack but an omega that he could protect and care for. Everything was a mirage that could disappear should he touch it. But seeing you here before him, nothing less of a goddess, made it much more believable. "If you two are going to have an emotional moment, at least move out of the fucking doorway so people can get into the damn house." Ghost growled out as he passed both of you. Keegan followed close behind, but unlike Ghost, he gave you a blank stare as he passed. 

Looking down towards you, König felt his anxiety rear its head. Your face had fallen and a sour tone began to line your once relaxing scent. as you watched the two alphas walk away from the door.

As wordlessly they came in, they disappeared up the stairs to their shared room. This brought König to sigh heavily as he looked down at you again. "Don't worry, Schatz. They will warm up to you……eventually" He wasn't sure if he was telling you this or trying to reassure himself at the pair's attitude that one eighty once they were back in their den.

He didn't want you to feel they despised your existence as soon as you entered their lives. "Why don't we get you settled? I'm sure you're ready to rest." With the Apex mentioning this, your eyes lit up, and you couldn't help but smile at him. "Definitely; it seems like we all need a fat nap."

Both you and König laughed before he led you up the stairs. Reaching the next floor, he showed you where the single bathroom was and his, Ghost, and Keegan's bedrooms, just in case. At the end of the hallway was the final room. "This was Ghost's room originally, but once we were accepted, we all decided to leave one room open for you. So that you have your own space away from us." Upon opening the room, you were presented with one of the most enormous beds you'd ever seen. Resting on top were bags on bags of not just new nesting material. This ranged from thick fluffy comforters to sleek silk sheets; however, they lacked color.

It was a swirl of black and white with an underlying mix of grey.

It rendered you motionless as you took in the sheer amount, had these alphas gone out and bought you a whole nest and a half of material? You had never heard of alphas going to these lengths to make an omega comfortable. As you looked toward the Apex in the doorway, the anxiety in his posture was evident.

His hands were drawn up to his chest, clutching pieces of his shirt into his hands. He was even slouched forward to lower his overall height to match yours, even with it being impossible without him going to his knees.

"Well, I uh.....I'll leave you to get settled. Just call for us if you need anything." Without another word, the Apex left, closing the door behind him.

With that, you turned back to look at the covered bed before finally moving to clear off the excessive amount of nesting material lumped together. What you thought was an easy 15-minute job turned into 45 simply because your omega was getting too far distracted by the number of gifts she was given.

'Soft and Secure. Alphas are perfect, bringing nice gifts for a nest. The perfect nest for Alpha's pups.' She yipped. You were startled back to reality, god you haven't even known these alphas for a whole day, and suddenly, your omega is presenting herself, begging to be bred by these practical strangers. 'Jesus, you need to focus' Shacking your head to rid your mind of the intrusive thoughts, you attempted to finish your task.

Why would your omega be so enamored even after how the other two alphas seemed to want nothing to do with you?

Once all the material was put away for the time being, you had a yawn slip from your mouth. How long have you been up today? It was well over 14 hours at this point. Why not take a quick break. Deciding to rest, you had walked towards the sorted assortment of nesting materials before you settled on one of the larger and softer blankets. The void color overtook your view as you pulled it from its packaging.

'So soft,' You tiredly thought. After making it onto the bed and ensuring the blanket fully covers you, you finally lay down. Letting the bed hold the weight of your body.

It was quiet as you brought the blanket further up your chin. The only audible noise in the room was the sound of the ceiling fan. You hadn't realized how mentally exhausted you were from the entirety of not just today but the past few weeks. Each blink drew slower and slower until your vision went black, and your mind drifted to dreamless slumber.

~~~~~Flashback~~~~~

The sound of the T.V. did so little to drown out König's thoughts; König primarily spent the little time he had away from his rather dangerous occupation thinking about the 'What ifs' of his life. He was so caught in his thoughts he didn't realize Ghost had come back into the house, his hands full with mail. Most were bills, but one was large and thick compared to the rest.

Ghost placed all the envelopes on the counter before sorting them; the largest was addressed to König. From the Alpha Pack Selection Program. Something that the resident Apex had waited for close to 4 weeks for a response, one that hopefully bared good news. "König." His gruff voice echoed out.

Being pulled from his overreactive mind, the Apex leaned slightly to look at the other Alpha. The manilla folder being held transformed into a brightly lit target to the Austrian sprawled out on the couch.

The large man lunged off the couch, startling the smaller Alpha, who had just descended the stairs. "Jesus, König, a bit of a fucking warning." Keegan couldn't help but snarl after nearly getting run over by the Apex. It was rare for these sorts of incidents to happen in the house; the two alphas and the Apex were incredibly aware of where each was and their schedules. 

König was zeroed entirely in on the envelope in Ghost's hand, while he may have been eager to receive this letter. He couldn't help but fear their answer; after their last response, it would make seven rejections from the program. Each time was for the same reason "Due to your Apex representation, we regretfully have to decline your enrollment to our program." But it still didn't stop him from taking it and tore the envelope open. "well, come on mate, what does it say?" Ghost nudged his arm; the Apex hadn't realized that Ghost had even rounded the corner to stand beside him.

König took in a deep breath before releasing as he unfolded the papers to read the words printed onto the paper.

Dear Applicant,

It has come to our attention that you have sent multiple applications over the last few years. Each one followed with a swift rejection from our programs as your representation would cause an upset in both our application alphas who may be paired with you and in the omegas who could be assigned to your care.

While we appreciate the time and effort you have invested in becoming part of this program, we have concluded that we will no longer accept any future applications from you. However, with this harsh news, we will allow a new application with you, but you must have at least two other alphas willing to become paired with you in a pack. 

This envelope contains four applications for alphas willing to work and be assigned to a shared omega. These applications are only viable for 30 days; afterward, we will no longer accept any attempts to pair you. As well as, all previous information you provided will be deleted from our database.

~ The Alpha Pack Selection Program council 

The silence that surrounded the air of the Alphas was suffocating. Even with the tv playing in the background, it was drowned out by the tense atmosphere. König felt like he couldn't breathe; until a sob forced its way out, and air seemed to flood his lungs again. How was he supposed to find someone willing to pack with him? and within 30 days? No one wanted to be stuck with him, and he hardly knew any other Alphas outside his work. And those he did work with? Most were already packed or swore off mating altogether. 

This was it, his final chance to be accepted. With no potential pack-mates, he would lose his only chance of finding a mate and having pups. The world wanted him to live the rest of his life, never knowing the sweet touch of the omega for which he would lay down his life. To never know the feeling of pure happiness looking at a pup made from his omega and himself. A piece of him that he helped create.

Why? Why. Why. Why. WHY.

He hadn't realized that he was beginning to have a panic attack until Ghost dug his fingers into his shoulder. König could feel his body trembling, rolling off in waves, making his balance waver. "König, mate, you need to breathe," Ghost told him hushedly. Ghost and Keegan shared a look as the Apex slumped forward onto the counter, his head falling forward into his hands. 

Steadying his breathing, König straightened his back and pushed the papers away as they burned him. While his day may have been uneventful, he wished he had never opened the damn letter now. The crushing weight that bared on his shoulders now seemed to grow heavier as the seconds passed. Looking at the stack of papers, Ghost couldn't help but look at the pages that caused König to damn near crumble before them. 

The words spilled out before he made him sick. Why are they just now sending this? After all those years König spent trying to be accepted in this shitty program and getting rejected every time, they decide now to tell him what he needs to be accepted. Talk about hitting a man while he's down. Looking towards the dark-haired Alpha, leaning against the back of the couch, "Keegan, take a look at this fuckin' shit." While reading over the papers, the smaller Alpha couldn't believe the audacity of these fucking people. All this just because he was a slightly different second gender?

Casting a glance at the large Apex, who seemed to be on the verge of shutting down completely. While Keegan was a hardass, usually, he couldn't help but feel bad for his brother-in-arms. "So they are telling you to find a pack outside this program to be accepted? What a load of crap." His brain couldn't help but reel at the fact they were giving him only 30 days to figure this out; who could even help him now? He paused. Looking between Ghost and König, he knew what he was about to say would either be genius or he was about to be hit for. "What if Ghost and I pack with you?"

König and Ghost both wheeled around, both wearing surprised expressions. "The fuck are you on about? Did you hit your head on your last O.P.?" Ghost exclaimed as he stepped toward the smaller Alpha. "How are we the best options for a fuckin pack?" Keegan took a step backward as Ghost entered his space. 'Fuck, probably should have kept my mouth shut.'

Clearing his throat, "Think about it, Ghost, we're both unbonded alphas who know König the best; hell, we already live with him. And he needs a pack to be accepted. Why not throw us in and see where we go?" The air between them grew tense as the larger Alpha stared at him. "Right, and we're the best choices to take care of an omega; last I checked, neither of us have been around one." Ghost spoke through a tense jaw. As much as he was against being anywhere around an omega, he knew it was the best option between them.

König looked at them both. "A-are you guys sure? I know you guys aren't comfortable with this; I don't want you to force yourselves into this just because of me." The Apex was ecstatic to hear that they would try, but he knew he couldn't get his hopes up with this. There was still the possibility they would all be rejected. 

"If this gets you into that program, I will push for it as much as possible." Keegan calmly stated. The Apex looked towards Ghost, who still looked unsure, giving him a kicked puppy look.

The blonde Alpha signed before giving König a look. "Alright, we'll give it a go. But if they reject us, this Program business stops. Are we clear on that?" König nodded ecstatically while Keegan released a deep chuff. The emotions swept over the Apex so much he didn't realize he had dragged Ghost into a bear hug. "GET OFF ME, YOU FUCKIN MUPPET; Keegan, help me out ere'!"  

~~~~~~

After sending in the paperwork, they got their response two weeks later.

They were accepted.

König felt like he was about to pass out; everything was starting to work out. But it was only the beginning for the newly formed pack. Not only were they a pre-formed pack, but due to their extended military service, they were also notified that they could choose their omega. Hence the giant pile of files on the kitchen table.

It felt like they'd been at this for hours, passing the scent samples for each one to inhale. Each Alpha had the scent samples they liked, but when presented to the other two, it was met with a swift rejection and sometimes with a comment. While some omegas looked good on paper or had a decent scent, the Alphas couldn't agree.

"How about this one? She comes from a wealthy family in Italy, and it even says, 'She enjoys the finer things in life.'

"No, Keegan, It sounds like she'd be more of a glorified brat. Anyone born with a silver spoon in their mouth is nothing but trouble for people in our job."

Or it's a same-answer vote.

"Yeah fuck this one; smells like a Hospital."

"I'm going to have to agree with Ghost on this one. It reminds me of when my mom used so much cleaner in the house when I was a kid."

They thought this would be the easiest part, but they were definitely over their heads. Ghost finally stood up in a rage. "We've been sitting here for fuckin HOURS, and not a single one we have agreed on. Most of them smell like shite too." The Alpha raised his hands and walked to the fridge to grab another beer. KKönig stood as well at the other Alpha's tone. "No one said the selection was easy, and there's only a few left. Let's get through them, and then we can take a break." The Apex pleaded.

That only seemed to rile up the exasperated Alpha more "How the hell are we going to find an omega at this point? We can't agree on a single one?" Both alphas stared at each other "HOW DO YOU KNOW? WE ARENT EVEN DONE!"  

Keegan watched as both alphas continued to argue; their conversation slowly was tuned out as he watched while resting his head in one hand. As much as he wanted to pipe up to aid König in calming Ghost down, He knew better than to get between these two during times like this. Before Keegan could intervene, a quick breeze of something sweet passed his nose, and the Alpha couldn't help but follow it back to the remaining folders. This scent was the best one he'd had all day, so he couldn't help but be curious.

It led him to a file towards the bottom that seemed much newer but was thinner than the other files in the stack. Once he opened it, the sweet scent was no longer teasing him. Taking the scent sample from the file, Keegan couldn't stop himself from pressing it to his nose and inhaling deeply.

It felt like he became weightless for those seconds; how had he not noticed this one earlier? It reminded him of the smell of fresh rainfall, a sweet yet calming scent. His Alpha couldn't help but be drawn to whoever the smell belonged to; without a second thought, Keegan pulled back from the cloth to look at the pages in the folder. Whoever's file this was about was the smallest one he had seen from the entire stack.

The picture attached gave him a view of the person that caught his Alpha’s attention.

You were stunning; His Alpha yipped in delight. ‘Yes, yes! Pretty mate! Must mate, Must protect!’

However, something felt wrong in the picture. Looking closer, the smile that graced your features didn't seem to reach your eyes. Your eyes held sadness and hidden anger that could reveal itself should you choose to snap. As his eyes flickered across the pages, Keegan stored everything he could about you away.

Omega Profile

Name: (Y/N) (L/N)

Age: 23

Sex: Female

Second Gender: Omega

Personality: N/A. Omega and Family declined to file the Omega Attribute survey.

The sickening sound of glass crack made Keegan snap his head upwards; the sight before him was far from good. Ghost and König stood only a few feet apart; the Apex and Alpha had their teeth bared and chests puffed up. Ghost was making his displeasure clear to the Apex while König was getting close to putting him back in his place among the three. It wasn't often it happened due to each other's work schedule, but when it did, someone was going to have their ego bruised, and some furniture might end up being broken.

“I highly recommend to watch what you say next, Simon.” The Apex spoke. His voice had dropped an octave; His Apex was close to taking over to deal with the Alpha. Ghost was silent before scoffing, moving to clean up his broken glass of bourbon. Keegan took this as his chance to break the tense air. “If you two are done with your pissing contest, I think I got one.” He slowly held up the small cloth between his index and middle fingers. As much as Keegan wanted to hoard the small cloth to himself, he needed to let at least his newfound packmates have a chance to decide if the omega was a good fit.

König was the only one who returned to the table to remove the cloth from Keegan’s hand. Lifting it towards his nose, he caught the scent almost immediately. It had him completely forgetting his altercation just minutes prior. “wow….I like this one; her scent is not overpowering and smells good. Simon, wanna try this one?” The Apex had turned back to the Alpha, who was leaning on the counter nursing a new glass of bourbon. The look in his eyes made Konig nervous; the Blonde Alpha was definitely over the whole experience, but seeing how both Keegan and König agreed on the scent patch, it seemed to be at least a contender.

Sighing, He set his drink on the counter before returning to the table. König slowly held the cloth towards him, but before he took it, he looked towards the two Alphas. “If this one smells like shite, I'm punching both of you.” Simon grumbled before snatching the small fabric. He stared at the cloth before finally giving in; as soon as the scent filled his nose, it was as if all the tension in his body had just melted away.

The other Alphas held their breath as they waited to see what the blonde alpha had to say. Simon looked at the pair as he set the cloth on the table near the open file. “Well, she doesn't smell bad. What's in her file?”

Keegan and König shared a look before handing Simon the file; It seemed they finally agreed on their potential omega.

~~~~~

The days counting down to them finally meeting you and bringing you home were absolutely hectic, to say the least. So many emotions filled the small townhouse as all three alphas cleaned and organized the house as best as they could, no omega should have a dirty home when they come home in the alpha's mind. Most were bouts of Anxiousness and Frustration, a vast majority were from the poor Apex who checked everything twice to make sure everything was perfect.

At the one-week mark Ghost and Keegan decided to move into the same room to make sure you have a space for yourself as you settled down. The move sparked from just the simple question "Where is our omega going to stay until she's warmed up to us?" To say it had the alphas taking multiple steps back was an understatement. Another thing that was brought up (By Ghost mind you) was what were you going to use should you decide to make a nest.

It may have not been something the Alphas were well versed in, but they at least made an effort. Cue the three alphas going out and buying almost two whole carts full of nesting material, plus the whole material selection boot camp.

"What about this one? It's big and it's super soft!" ~ König

"No no, She needs something that won't stick to her if she uses this for her heats. What about that silk sheet kinda stuff?" ~ Keegan

"Why not just get her some fucking blankets and pillows, This nesting shit can't be that complicated" ~ Ghost

It was definitely quite the scene watching these big alphas carry multiple bags worth of nesting material due to them being unsure what to get.

Once everything was settled, the day when they finally got to meet you arrived. The checking-in process was seamless, soon leading to the alphas being led to a smaller room waiting for the actual introduction. From what the receptionist had told them the Omegas family still needed to finalize paperwork, It had been the longest wait any of the alphas had ever done. But when the door finally opened to reveal the betas and you, time seemed to stand still.

They collectively decided they would die for you if it made you happy.

~~~~~

It had been a few hours since König had left your room. Call him paranoid, but no noise was coming from the door. Worried about you, he walked back to your door before knocking.

"(Y/N)? Is everything okay?" Hearing no response, he slowly opened the door and was greeted by a dimly lit room. And there on the bed, you laid completely still on the massive bed, sound asleep.

Once you walked in through that door, all his fears and worries seemed to implode and no longer existed. You were more than everything he could have dreamed of; how you weren't already paired was beyond him. You entangled him. Everything about you was beautiful, from your hair and eyes to your body. It wasn't until he had heard his name from downstairs that he was brought out of his trance.

He was casting you one last glance, taking in your sleeping form before turning to leave. König told himself he would make this work. Because now that he had you, He wasn't ever going to let you go.

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DRIFTED ✦ SIMON GHOST RILEY

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✦ about: after yesterday’s incident, simon is there for you. at all times. even when you try to push him away :(

✦ content: afab reader, fluff, panic attacks, inaccurate medical terms xd, pining, violence mentions, no mask , hospital, no mentions of y/n

✦ a.n: part of this story is based on my personal experience, #definitelynotprojecting

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

WAKING up in the hospital wasn’t what confused you the most, it was the weight of something, rather someone, in your arm. you felt your head dizzy, remembering yesterday’s events.

you were unconscious for the most part, but you do remember simon threatening the doctors they took care of you in that moment. simon was very panicked and angry, he couldn’t believe someone could do that to you, let alone a man.

he was desperate knowing who he was, so, he asked lily. lily was indecisive if telling him the story, i mean, she has no idea what’s your story with simon, you never told her he was your boyfriend soon to be husband

“look, i just remember they met in a meeting or something like that, i never saw her happy with him, it always seemed like she was just trying to move on about someone” simon felt a pang in his chest. he never knew anything about how you dealed with the breakup, he went away for as long as he could.

“the bastard started controlling her, and it was hard for her impossible to break up with him, the night she came from a long work trip, she found him in her flat, angry as hell. trying to force her to go move in with him and leave her work”

simon remembers how passionate you were while learning languages, being a translator was your dream, you just loved languages. he was happy to know you were still doing it :)

“the psycho tried to force her and started pushing her around, trying to take her out of her flat, i arrived just in time, i called 911 and they took him out of her flat. since there was no proof of him hurting her, police couldn’t give him a restriction order”

simon felt anger boiling up to him, how dare someone tried touching you like that?

an hour later, the doctor came out, telling simon your hip was fractured, the doctors managed to solve it, all you needed now was fisio therapy. and lots of rest. doctor said you would have a limp for a while when you walked, so you would need help while walking, simon ears perked at that, he could be near you now.

you were still unconscious, the anesthesia they gave you was hard on you. you were okay though, but simon didn’t think for a second he would leave your side.

he slept next to you that night. “i’m s’ sorry love” he said in a small whisper “i thought distance would b’good too, should’ know i needed to fight harder for you.” simon took a deep breath

“maybe then, you wouldn’t be here” knowing you dated this bastard, trying to move on, made him feel a bit guilty inside.

as you opened your eyes, your eyes moved to your left, you saw simon, his head on your arm, and his hand holding yours. you felt heat rush to your cheeks. he looked so peaceful like that. you always loved sleeping next to him, engulfed by his big arms, you always slept like a baby next to him :(

you slowly moved your other hand, and moved it to simon’s hair, soft as ever, making small patterns on his hair. you stared at him for what it felt like forever. maybe they were 5 minutes, but you really appreciated seeing simon again.

you felt when simon woke up, he was awake a while ago, but he wanted to feel your hands on him his muscles tensed up, and his hand tightened on your hand. the way he moved his head to look at you, made your cheeks even redder. he had this lazy look, his hair a mess, but his eyes held something when he looked at you. “love? you awake?” his deep voice made your thighs clench unconsciously, it sounded way too good.

“yes” you said breathlessly, simon sat up and started stretching, he was clearly in a very uncomfortable position, his black shirt moved up a little bit, making you see a clear outline of his abs. your face was a tomato at this point

“i’ll call the doctor, love” that nickname was making you feel things, how come in less that a minute he’s making you all flustered? you thought you moved on!

after 5 minutes of a medical check up, the doctor explained what happened to you, and of course, you felt the tears threaten to fall. you try hard to keep them inside, but it was really hard, you felt ashamed with yourself:(

lily came back after an hour of being in silence with simon, a lot of thoughts were spiraling on your head, where is he? is he at the police station? will you be safe in your home?

lily brought you a change of clothes, doctors gave you the heads up, but you need to come here every once a week for fisio. your sweater covered most of the bruises the bastard left you, making you less uncomfortable. being around simon in this state was making you feel weird.

as you tried standing up on the bed, your left leg gave out, making you almost fall, but simon’s hand was on your waist, firm on there, making you blush again, his hand felt so good around you you almost forgot your leg was hurting you .

he effectively caged you in between the bed, you didn’t dare to move your eyes, you were sure his lieutenant stare was on you right now. but you were so close to him, you could feel his muscled chest and his breath.

you saw simon moving to his side after a long minute, and move his left arm up, signaling you to grab it. you started waking out of the hospital with him, it felt weird, you were still processing the fact that he was here, and now you were waking with your arms intertwined?

you thought lily would be picking you up with simon, but turns out, simon brought his car, a jeep, when? god knows, but it was really good looking. simon helped you up, once again feeling his hands around your waist, so lovely. he helped you buckle up, again really close to you. all of this was making you confused. neither of you said a word.

the ride home was awkward, for simon, he didn’t know what to say, you didn’t say anything, and you, you were feeling shame, a lost gaze on the road. simon saw that and felt his heart clench, he didn’t like seeing you sad.

the elevator to your flat was not working, so, simon the oh so gentleman decided to carry you “wait! no simon, it’s okay, you don’t nee-!” he was carrying you bridal style, his big arms carrying you, one holding your waist, and the other your legs, you just hid your face on his chest.

simon smiled at that, it was so easy getting you flustered, and he must admit, he really missed having you in his arms.

by the time you were inside your flat, you just told him you needed to go to the bathroom.

you needed an excuse to get away from him, it was really shameful, not seeing each other for 2 years and now, he sees you a mess, not even able to walk correctly.

so many thinking made you start hyperventilating, not realizing, and a small sob made your way up to your throat.

simon, obviously, heard that, in less than a second he was on the door “love? you okay?” you heard simon outside making you cry now. you couldn’t see him right now.

“open the door love” simon said softly, he felt the need to hold you, that’s what he did everytime you cried

“no simon, please, just go” you said defeatedly, you had no control over your mind right now, and you didn’t want to hurt simon’s feelings.

“please, baby open the door” his soft voice made you weak, oh his soft voice that was only for you. you opened the door slowly. simon saw you, holding to your dear life on the bathroom’s counter. it was clear you couldn’t stand good by yourself.

“love” simon said approaching you, you just shaked your head, all the emotions of yesterday creeping up on you right now. “no, simon, please” sobbing, you seriously didn’t want him to see you like that

“you’ll hurt yourself like that, please let me help you” simon walked slowly to you, you just held his arms strong, still shaking your head, suddenly simon hoisted you up in his waist, taking care of your leg of course.

he got you up in the counter, and stood in between your legs “simon” you whimpered “what’s wrong huh? you don’t want me here?” you shaked your head, the exhaustion and all the emotions of yesterday and today was making you dizzy “it’s not that” with a small breath you looked at him on the eyes “i don’t like you seeing you seeing me like this, i feel ashamed, you stayed up all night with me on that room, and i appreciate it a lot, but i don’t to want to be a burden to you” you said in between breaths.

simon was confused for a second, he’s seen you cry a lot, you’ve cried on his arms, sobbed uncontrollably with him, why would you feel ashamed of being like this in front of him “simon, t-the situation” you took a shaky breath “that you saw yesterday, i, i don’t know how to explain it, i’m so ashamed it got like that”

“baby, hey look at me” his big hands cupped your face “i’m here for you okay, i know there’s been a lot of distance between us, but i’m here now ok?” simon put his forehead with yours, you were so close to him now, and the need to kiss him was strong, you thought he would want to leave.

“i, i don’t want to bother you” you said lowering your gaze to his chest, but simon just moved your head to his eyes “you are not a bother to me at all love” said simon smiling, and you surprised him by putting your arms around a him, hugging him tightly to you. you had your arms around his waist , and your face on hidden in his neck. simon felt warm inside, taking a second to react, he put his arms around your waist like he used to and pushed you tighter to him, you felt at peace with him, feeling his arms rub small circles on your back.

maybe it was a mistake breaking up with him, but you have him back now,

maybe the universe is giving you another chance, and you won’t let it miss

“come on baby, you need to rest” simon said carrying you to your bed. you tightened your hold on him when he dropped you to your bed, making simon make a small laugh “please you koala, you need to rest” simon was in between your legs again, with his forearms next to your head “stay here” you said almost slurring, the meds were clearly messing with your head right now, “i’ll be here, you don’t have to worry”

5 minutes later you laid fast asleep in your bed. lily arrived to your flat later, and saw simon going out of your room “hey, the police told me he’s under investigation and arrest, but i don’t know for how long” simon saw the worry in lily’s eyes “i’ll keep her safe, let’s hope for the best yeah?”

it was now simon’s duty to keep you safe, he won’t ever let you go again. ♡

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

hello hello! how was this?? i hope it was interesting, like i said fluff is my thingy, so, expect this to be really fluffy hehe.

i like the drama, but also the comfort, sooo, expect another dramatic chapter again hehe

hope you liked it!! part 3 on the way!

taglist !!

@the-queen-of-england183 @sluttyforsimon @hotaruteba @honey-on-mars

[stoukadraws]

Happy 3rd Anniversary Chromatale, and Goodnight.

So its about time I say this: I won't be making any content about this AU anymore, so that unfortunately puts it into the discontinued undertale comics category xd

I just really lost the spark I had 2 years ago when making it, so the "little hiatus" that I thought was only going to be a few months turned into more than a year.

I'm sorry to those who were waiting and wanted to see more, but there is another reason why I'm doing this-

It's not gonna be an AU anymore, it's going to be an original story.

I really thought about it for a while and I decided that making it into an original story would give me more creative freedom and I wouldn't have to always stick to one storyline, I wanted to expand the world more as well as the characters, but since its all based on a game with a pretty much solid story, it was hard for me to insert some things that would be out of place or wouldn't make sense.

So, I hope you understand, this AU was truly a learning experience for both my art and my writing since I made it when I was really young and not very experienced, but I'm glad I was able to improve along the way.

Thank you for supporting this AU since the beginning and stuck around!

I plan to make more works surrounding this new story later on, so I look forward to it! And I hope some of you are excited for what's to come. (*^▽^*)

More in-depth explanation + some questions (near the end) :

This is gonna be a bit long so if you really wanna read this whole thing be prepared xd

This whole thing doesn't mean I'm quitting Undertale altogether, I'm still continuing the Strays Au, and I want that AU to be my main Undertale AU now since I've always intended on making it Undertale related and I'm already satisfied with it right now, so I don't intend on making it original or anything.

When I started Chromatale I was still a kid-ish, and I was at the toilet with my phone and idk how it started but I decided to doodle a Sans on my phone and thought "I can make an Undertale AU!".

And so I did. Chromatale back then was reallyyy different, it was a post-genocide story with Sans and Frisk trying to bring everyone back -yeah real original younger me

There was a comic I did on my phone but now its lost in time unfortunately, it went though like 2 rewrites until I decided to make it a full AU with my own story. And so some brainstorming later and the comic you all know today was made!

Again, I was still new to the whole comic making thing and my writing was pretty sloppy, I'm still surprised it got a lot of attention- I was full of passion and really worked my butt off to make each pages, even with school going on (it was online so it wasn't much of a hassle tho) I was determined to finish it and already had a lot of the comic planned.

That is until I felt a bit worn out, my motivation was getting lower until I could barely produce a page, so that's when I decided to put the comic on hiatus, I initially planned for it to only be a few months but then time went on and I still didn't feel motivated to continue it.

During that time I was just doing my own thing, making some OC art and different stories, making another Undertale AU, going back to school and a shit ton of projects to do- I felt like a little weight was lifted from my back, the comic had turned into labor for me and constantly doing updates wasn't very healthy, since during some updates I had to force myself to finish it.

The story was also changing in the middle of it, I had to rewrite chapter 3 since the first version was literally full of "fanservice" that I only noticed when I re-read the chapter a few months later.

I just wasn't satisfied with it, the story that my younger self had in mind didn't fit what I wanted now since I had grown more mature as time went on, the whole AU really taught me what to do and what not to do.

Initially I actually wanted to reboot Chromatale again and focus more on the concepts and solidifying the plot before engaging in a comic, but after some thinking I thought it would be better to transition it into an original story. I really wanted to expand the story more and again gain more creative freedom than being limited to a pretty much complete-ish story.

I wanted to do what I wanted instead of forcing it to fit with the fandom's liking and preference.

Although its going to be an original story some things will sorta be the same but I won't go into too much detail about it.

I won't promise a comic though, mini comics sure but not anything official. Maybe in the far distant future, but I doubt, I still got a lot of other stories I wanna make into comics >>

Now some things I would like to clarify:

"Now that you're discontinuing Chromatale can it be mine?"

-Unfortunately as much as you want to claim it, no. Chromatale still belongs to me. Even if its going to be original now there's still a lot about it during its UTAU days. I still own it, but I don't want to be heavily associated with it. I'd rather have others focus on the new version than the AU version, and I don't want all my other works to be overshadowed by it. I hope you understand.

"Can I still make fanart?"

-Feel free to still make fanart, I won't restrict anyone from still making any. But I'd still like to see fanart of the new version 👀

"Can I still dub the comic?"

-Sure, make sure to still credit me but please specify to viewers that the comic is now discontinued and its become an original story, I don't wanna give the viewers false hope. If your dubbing for fun then go ahead!

Any dub of the comic that has been published has my permission to still be up in public, I won't force anyone to take it down. But please don't use it for any profiting or income.

Now that's been settled, I'm planning on posting some concepts from the AU that I still have since I don't think I'll use some anymore and now that its ok to show now that I discontinued the comic xd

Again, thank you for following me along this journey! See you in the next post ✨

[summerwritesfics]

🩷We’ve Got Time Left To Be Lazy

Pairing: Nightwolf/Reader Length: 1209 Words Rating: General Warnings: Reader-Insert, Gender Neutral Reader, Tooth Rotting Fluff, Cooking, Love is stored in the act of cooking meals together, Domestic Fluff, Planning a family, I do not write X Reader normally please be gentle with me.

Mortal Kombat Oneshot Masterlist

Notes: Last of my giveaway fics! This times it’s for @moonwasnthere :) They asked for Nightwolf X Reader fluff. Like I said in the warnings, this is the first time I’ve ever written X Reader content. It was a fun request and definitely a challenge ^^;; NGL I originally started it in 2nd person POV but I just couldn’t make it work ;_; I did kinda bend my request rules for this one, and idk if I’ll ever write X Reader content again. Just a heads up so no one follows me and then is immediately disappointed that the rest of my fics are SubScorp all the way down XD Title is from “The Gambler” by Fun.

The room was filled with the scent of onions cooking on the hob.

Y/N reached over for the wooden spoon, using it to stir the onions inside the pan. Glancing over to their right, Nightwolf was standing just a few centimetres away from them. He was concentrating on chopping some mushrooms, so much so that his tongue was sticking out slightly and his eyes were narrowed at the chopping block. A giggle erupted from Y/N’s mouth, he just looked so cute they just couldn’t help it.

The sound of their laughter seemed to break his concentration, as he turned his head and blinked a few times.

“Is there a problem?” He questioned, although the small smile on his face told Y/N that he wasn’t ignorant to what had amused them so. Their further giggle resulted in him tilting his head at them. “Is there something you find amusing?”

“Nope,” they replied in a sing song voice, turning back to the onions and smirking to themself at the little huff that left his mouth. The onions were done, so Y/N took the pan off the hob and put them onto a nearby plate. They glanced over to Nightwolf, to see he was still staring at them, a fondness in his eyes that caused butterflies in their chest. “Now who seems to have the problem?”

“Hm, my apologies,” Nightwolf replied, one hand on his hips and the other went under his chin. “It is just you always catch my eye, and I am in such awe I can’t help but stare.”

“Wow,” Y/N gasped in mock disbelief, although they could feel their face heating up from the compliment. “Have you been spending time with Johnny again by any chance?”

Nightwolf didn’t reply, just stepped forward to put his hands around their waist, leaning forward to kiss their forehead. Y/N sighed, closing their eyes and wrapping their arms around his neck.

These moments seemed to be such a rarity in their lives, but that just made them all the sweeter when they happened. With Earthrealm seemingly in constant danger and Nightwolf’s duties to both the protection of the world and to the Matoka, it felt like they were both constantly on the go. Yet, occasionally, the dust settled. The world was safe and at peace, and Y/N could take a moment to breathe.

“I love you,” they whispered, resting their head on his shoulder. “I hope you always know that.”

“Of course,” he assured, his embrace getting slightly tighter, like he was afraid of letting you go. “I love you too, I always will.”

Y/N nuzzled into his neck, breathing out. Yes, these moments were a rarity, that was why they held onto them so tightly. This life they both lived was so hard, but everything was okay so long as they had each other.

A strange noise between a bark and a huff got both of their attention.

Turning their head’s slightly, Y/N found Kiba sat a few feet away. His ears were flat, tail swaying slightly, as he somehow looked at both of them in silent judgement.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you need something?” Nightwolf asked sarcastically, but Y/N was thankful he didn’t break from the embrace.

Kiba made another strange whine, ears twitching and eyes flicking over to the counter briefly. Y/N began to laugh suddenly, completely understanding what the wolf wanted.

“Are we not giving you any of the meat fast enough?” Y/N asked, and Kiba’s ears immediately perked up. They snorted, as Nightwolf gave an exacerbated sigh. “Aw, poor you.”

As reluctant as Y/N was to do so, they pulled back out of Nightwolf’s arms, reaching for the side where the chicken sat, uncooked and unseasoned but diced. They took a piece between two of their fingers, Kiba’s eyes fixed on the treat awaiting him. Y/N bent down, holding it out. Despite how eager the wolf was, he was still gentle as he took it from them.

Although once it was in his mouth it was gone within seconds.

And then Kiba was looking at Y/N with hopeful eyes, practically begging for another piece.

“For a spirit, he sure does like to eat,” they commented, reaching to pat Kiba on the head.

Nightwolf hummed and muttered “he’s not the only one.”

Y/N glanced over their shoulder, Nightwolf was looking in the same direction as them, but slightly over, as if something else was going on behind Kiba. They shifted their head to one side, to see behind the spirit wolf. Komo was sitting behind them, ear low and looking awfully dejected, while Hana sat perched on his head.

“Oh, fine,” Y/N laughed as they got back up on their feet and returned to the chicken.

They picked up one piece, and held it up and out. This prompted Hana to take flight, grabbing the meat with her claws as she flew past, eventually landing on the fridge. One claw balanced on the edge, while the other held up her prize as she tore into it with her beak. Y/N then took another piece of chicken, throwing it up into the air and in the direction of Komo. The bear’s jaw snapped and just like that, the chicken was gone.

Y/N felt a hand on their waist again, before Nightwolf’s lips gently pecked at their cheek.

“Do try to save some for us,” he teased lightly making Y/N reach up to flick his nose slightly.

“Well, maybe we should just start making bigger portions,” they answered with a cheeky smile. “I mean, we’ll have to start doing that in the near future anyway, may as well start to get into the habit.”

The way Nightwolf’s face lit up made their heart race. It was so sweet, that just the hint of expanding the family made him so happy. He was going to make an amazing Dad, they just knew it.

“Well we do have some extra chicken,” Nightwolf said with a shrug, doing a poor job of hiding how giddy he was.

“Hm, then I guess I’d better go get some extra thyme from the garden,” Y/N replied, pushing themself away from the counter.

As they walked over towards the back door, they heard a quiet but panicked cry of “Kiba no”. Y/N turned around just in time to see Kiba sliding his front paws down the side of the counter, having clearly attempted to sneak some more chicken the second both their backs were turned.

As they watched their beloved gently scold his pet, Y/N considered that this truly was the family they’d always imagined they’d have. Granted they’d expected a domestic pet rather than 3 animal spirits, but that was just being a bit pedantic. The only thing that would make it even more perfect, would be the pitter patter of tiny feet. And Y/N wouldn’t need to wait too much longer for that to be reality.

As Y/N finally stepped out the door, they felt content.

Despite the dangers of the world, the two of them would give their family a good life, they believed in that above all else.

[angelanimedesaray]

🍄🍓🎲

AAAH!!! HELLO!!! I always see you in my feed, I wasn't expecting you in my inbox, but I'm happy to see you here XD

Sooo, the questions. Yes. I am so sorry these are so long, I can't be short and sweet and to the point for anything, I swear, it's always just word vomit and -- I'm rambling again, let's get to it hahaha XD

🍄 A Headcanon for one of my favorite ships/Pairings. Sooooo I don't have a favorite ship/pairing, not really, for the AOT fandom, I'm just kind of vibing over here with most of them XD I'll enjoy Erwin/Levi Content one second, scroll two more posts down and oogle over a Hange/Levi, and then gasp and jealously drink in an OC/Levi art the next second while scribbling down the artist for future reference for the day I can finally afford to request some Levi and my OCs art (I have an OC in mind for every Levi x Reader Fic I've written that I imagine while I write). So it's more like a Levi x Anyone kind of headcanon:

I have always been a sucker for the thought that when Levi get's really comfortable with whoever he's with, and he's letting his guard down more and is cuddling regularly with his SO, that this is a common and favorite position:

Just, the hand running gently through his hair at the nape of his neck, arms wrapped tightly around one another, head pillowed on n their chest, it looks so comfy and warm and comforting for him and uuugggghhhhh I'm a sucker for it, it's my comfort soft thought/headcanon and I love it.

🍓 How did I get into fanfic. Soooo I was already known IRL for loving writing, mostly poetry at the time, and being a huuuuge star wars fan (I was usually the one people went to if they had a character or event question cause I KNEW MY STUFF). And a friend of mine came up to me one day at summer camp and asked for some help with a star wars fanfic she was writing since i knew character and canon/EU stuff so well, and she explained WHAT fanfic was to me, and after talking for a while we wrote it together, though we kind of parted due to creative differences/complete opposite styles, but I'd created a fanficnet profile putting the original character names from the story together with plans to post the fanfic we were writing, and I decided to just keep it and start writing my own stories, and that's how I started writing fanfic--and also how I got the penname AngelDesaray, two OCs that didn't really see the light of day. Well, Desaray got revamped into Zelina for my Star Wars fanfiction baby I still work on slowly to this day, but that's besides the point, heh.

🎲What stops me from writing more in my free time? I usually get in my own way a lot. My attention span has been really shot since college, it's hard for me to focus on one thing for a long time--it's part of why I started having multiple things going on at once, it helps me to focus if I have a video running or music playing, and three or four word documents and a social media website I can easily jump away from again open, because then there's enough going on that I oddly enough can focus (I used to get teased all the time by my parents for having my laptop open on my lap, texting someone on my phone, playing a NintendoDS Game, and watching a show all at once). Another issue is that I think I haven't 100% bounced back from my college burnout, but I really really miss my writing and stories, which puts me in this weird catch 22 where I'm just mentally tired and don't want to do anything, but i've been daydreaming of my story for literal hours and really want to get something on paper. Also sometimes I'm cursed with wanting to write plot heavy stuff but I'm in the middle of relationship building, or wanting to write action but I'm doing dialogue heavy chapters, or wanting to write relationship steamy stuff but there's a lot of plot stuff going on--etc etc. Its usually me and my attention span getting in the way, pretty much. Doesn't mean i don't want to really really bad or that I'm not thinking about it 24/7, cause I usually am, it's just hard for me to FOCUS these days once I have the white sheet in front of me.

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[aerkan]

❄️☁️🎨🧩

Hello love!

❄️ (What's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?)

This is very hard to answer, because if I want something done with certain characters I very often try to write it myself (hence why I get sidetracked so frequently lol). But if I had to choose one dream fic of mine that I don't have the courage to write myself, it would be a more in-depth retelling of the Odyssey (maybe one where Odysseus gets home earlier 👀) with all the gruesome implications the original provided explored to the details. And as for who I think would write it best... I'm quite torn between three people. So, they can share the first place xd

@storm-elf , @inahandful-of-dust and @bgtea (because I adore their Entirely Out of Spite fic which explores emotions and grief very well)

☁️ (What made you choose your username?)

It's really nothing fancy. I knew I wanted one that would remain ambiguous as to what my gender was so I could use it in peace everywhere I ventured. I kept the first letter of my given name and then just played with the alphabet until it sounded right (by no intention of mine, it does sounds like a fantasy name xd)

🎨 (link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it)

Alright, if I had to choose one specific one then the first one which comes to mind is this amazing fanart of Tony Stark. (There are of course a lot more but this one just makes me feel a certain way I can't really explain but I'll try!)

It's by Hallpen on DeviantArt. Definitely check them out, they have more amazing fanarts on their page.

Now, why I love this one so much. It's the warm colours, the smile on his face, the small heart on his chest and the snap of his fingers. It's perfect. I love it because it represents a version of Tony Stark we've never got see. The relaxed, happy even content version. Every time I look at it I see a Tony that was never betrayed by his friends, that never had to sacrifice his own mind to protect his loved ones. I see a man who didn't have to die for the good of the universe.

I grew up watching the journey this silly little inventor went on. I cheered and cried in the theater with and for this man. There won't ever be another Tony Stark for me. Even I can't quite comprehend the ache in my chest whenever I remember that he's gone. I miss him like I would miss a member of my family, because in a way this character has been in my life just as long as some of my oldest friends. I will never be that child again, who watched the Iron Man for the first time with awe in my eyes and it rips me open.

This fanart takes that pain and transforms it into a kinder sort of ache that still brings tears to my eyes but also a smile to my face, because seeing Tony Stark happy will always be my roman empire.

Oooooo, sorry for that ramble lol.

🧩 (What will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?)

I have five things I can't get over. First person pov, REALLY bad grammar, mpreg, omegaverse and age regression (the 'only mentally' kind, I'm sorry but I can't stand it)

Thank you Lumi for the ask! ^^<3

[depressedhatakekakashi]

I’ve had a very long day so I’m sorry that my kkg talk is so late but!

This idea of Gai’s teeth changing during his “night Gai” mode to predator like teeth popped into my head awhile ago and I’ve been thinking about him learning how to maneuver through life with them by the local sharp toothed dog man™️ Kakashi hatake himself.

Just domestic (and maybe wild if you wanted to add👀) content of Gai learning his new set of teeth with Kakashi guiding him to not bite his tongue off. Maybe it leads to Gai exploring his new body gender wise and coming to terms with long time coming identities and Kakashi slowly learning his own identities due to being at Gai’s side of his journey the whole time etc!

They’re both very trans to me in different ways. Kakashi is nonbinary to me and Gai is a trans masc person but them being trans in any way is just so important and in character!

They are both such trans characters, abd i’m goad so much of their fandoms agree even if just how they’re trans is different between everyone.

I love the thought if Gai struggling with biting himself a lot at first and Kakashi giving him small pointers, not even really thinking of it.

‘Slow down’

‘Don’t chew so rough or you’ll bite your tongue off’

And Kakashi even suggesting he take time to explore just how different his teeth are by running his tongue along them. Showing him how he does it, and in that moment really giving Gai a good look at his teeth

Gai always knew Kakashi had sharp teeth, he has the marks on his shoulders from Kakashi’s love bites to probe it and he’s felt the pointy edges on his lips and to guess when they kiss, but he never really got a good look at them.

And i love the idea of Gai getting some gender euphoria he didn’t expect from these pretty new pointy teeth. He never thought his teeth could be something so gendered, but here he is smiling to himself every-time someone comments on his teeth.

I think the biggest thing Kakashi would help him with though is smiling in a way that doesn’t end up with him accidentally biting himself, because that man smiles so big and bright that i can absolutely see himself sinking his teeth into his lips by accident and getting very frustrated about it

Thankfully he doesn’t have to deal with the mask and biting issue XD he has helped Kakashi get mask out of his teeth after he bite someone so many times that he lost count, and he never wants to experience the feeling of something so fabricey in between his teeth because it always looked so uncomfortable when Kakashi was going through it XD

Nsfw under the cut

Also, Kakashi having to teach Gai to tuck his top lip over his sharp teeth whenever he wants to go down on Kakashi because he nicked Kakashi once when he went a lil too hard and Kakashi still hasn’t forgiven him

Getting cut down there SUCKS regardless of what parts you have and neither of them want a repeat

Now Gai knows how hard Kakashi has been working not to injure him for years XD

Also, fun though

Gai has like 15 years of love bites (if they were FWB) to make up for, and he is not wasting a second XD

[cloud-somersault]

Hello, (pls ignore the ping on discord) I'm stupid. I had no idea you were making a podcast or that you had a youtube channel 😭 I should have checked here first, but wow 🫡 <--- does not know what a podcast is but a salute for all the dedication you've put into this series! 👀 I listened long enough to tell if it was like, a video talking about the fic or a reading of it before needing to rush back and I caught the word "lore" and 👀 absolutely seated for lore because I remember reading your fic before I found your tumblr and I'd love to read it proper because it was just SO GOOD and I got so curious to see what else happened in the story that I went and read pieces of all of it so I didn't have to wait in agony with the little available time, and my brain is telling me that you have some gorgeous star descriptions in one of the chapters and some really complex dialogue that was simply stellar psychologically, so a podcast cutting into the behind the scenes fic process lore sounds really fun to hear :D I'm sorry I keep blabbing to you like this, it's just taking me FOREVER to get to it with all my obligations but you have worked far too hard to deliver such a wonderful fic for free and are far too kind for me to just read this fic and not drop a 10k review eventually 💖 I just don't want you think I'm nabbing french fries from your restaurant and dipping when there's a whole plate of roasted chicken and a fancy dinner talk to be had XD

Oh! No worries. And I get the confusion. A podfic is the word used for when someone's reading a fic aloud. You'll sometimes see an author say their fics are "podfic friendly" which means people are free to record themselves reading the fic! (All of my fics are podfic friendly as well!)

But a podcast is just me rambling about gay monkeys for hours 😂

And that is okay. I know Constellations and the podcasts are a huge time investment. I get that, believe me. Please take your time reading and enjoying! They aren't going anywhere. It's just content for people who are caught up and want MORE (I get it) and podcasts take less time than writing a chapter so! I do not mind.

Aw, no pressure about leaving a long review. As long as you enjoyed something about it and took some word or phrase with you...that's all I care about. There are phrases from fics and stuff I remember to this day from decades ago. I want my writing to do that to people!

But yeah! There's a lot about constellations that I forgot about, so I was thinking of doing a reread and recording my thoughts or whatever, because I never got to talk about the earlier chapters.

Or I could do that for the epilogue 🤔🤔 OOOO THAT WOULD BE FUN

[randapanda1277-blog]

You’re a healer in the Fatui, assigned to serve the Harbingers in Sneznhaya. This is a bit self indulgent but I promise I did my best to keep him in character! I enjoy Harbinger Scaramouche, so this is set before he went all AWOL xD reader is female. If you have requests for me I’d love that!

“Here you go,” said the eleventh harbinger with a friendly grin. “Your very own office.” He opened the door for you and you followed him inside. You set your things on the mahogany desk in the corner and turned back around to face him. 

“Thank you, lord Tartaglia,” you said, bowing your head. 

He laughed. “Call me Childe,” he said, waving lazily as he left the room, closing the door behind him. 

You looked around the spacious office—your spacious office. You’d been promoted as a healer for the Harbingers recently, and today was the day of your transfer. You looked in the cabinets to find supplies of various kinds. From splints to bandages, sutures, and medicine. 

After inspecting the contents of the cabinets, you wandered to your desk and sat down, opening a drawer. Inside, there was a notebook detailing every Harbinger and you read through every file carefully, determined to commit everything to memory. You learned that currently there were only 3 harbingers on active duty. Number 8, lady Signora, number 6, lord Scaramouche and number 11, Childe. 

It was your third day on duty when number 6 walked into your office. You stood quickly to greet him. “Lord Scaramouche,” you said, looking at him. He was even more striking than his picture, but at the moment, he was disheveled and injured. 

He didn’t acknowledge your greeting, merely eyeing you with fierce, violet eyes. You approached him, hands out and open. He had a nasty cut across his face that made you hiss softly in sympathy, and several cuts all along his arms. Your eyes assess him quickly, then you speak again. “Lord Scaramouche, may I remove this, to assess any injuries I can’t currently see?” You tug gently at his shirt. 

He nods sharply, slowly raising his arms like it pained him to do so. You lift his shirt slowly, trying hard not to scrape it over any of the injuries on his arms. You gasp at the wound on his side, your hands immediately going to work. Without warning him, your icy hand touches his wound, enveloped with your cryo power and he hisses loudly.

“I’m sorry, my lord!” you say, touching his arm, trying to comfort him with your other hand. This wound takes the longest, but as the bleeding stops and the skin beneath your hand becomes whole once more, his breathing becomes more normal. 

“My lord, what happened..?” you ask softly, your eyes meeting his. 

There’s suddenly static in the air around you, and his violet eyes flash. “I don’t recall being required to answer to the help,” he snaps. 

Your face fell. “Of course, I forget my place,” you said. You try to hurry now, not wanting to irritate him further. You finally finish the injuries on his arms, and move to the one on his face, still fresh and bleeding. His gaze meets yours and you break eye contact quickly, your heart pounding as you focus on trying to heal his face as quickly as you can. You’re so, so stupid! You scold yourself. 

Your hand is so gentle against him, and he watches you intently, almost evaluating your worth. You can feel his judgement and you silently pray for his patience. “I’m sorry,” you say, “for taking so long. I just don’t want any of these to scar…” 

He raises an eyebrow at you. Why would you concern yourself at all with scars? Your job was simply to make sure the harbingers’ injuries didn’t keep them out of the field. 

You took a step back, bowing to him again. “You’re all done sir,” you say. 

Scaramouche dresses and leaves without a word or even a glance in your direction. 

***

“He hates me,” you mutter to Childe, your only friend in this whole place as you finish his healing session. You’d told him the story from the other day, leaving out confidential information about his condition, merely telling Childe how you’d openly disrespected The Balladeer. 

Childe’s soft laughter rang in the air and you groaned. “I actually don’t think he does. If he didn’t threaten to snap your neck, I’d say he was just pissed from being in pain. He didn’t look good when he came back from his last mission.” 

“So you saw him,” you said.

“Yeah. He looked like he’d been in quite the battle,” Childe said, still grinning. “But hey, I’d say you’re one hell of a healer. He didn’t fire you!” 

“Is that why I was promoted?” You ask, your eyes wide.

“He’s fired the last three. I was going to tell you but I didn’t want to psych you out,” he said. 

You punch his arm. “Thanks a lot!” 

“Ow! Hey, okay, I’m sorry,” he said, and you glared at him. He didn’t look sorry at all. “Anyway, thank you,” he said sincerely. 

You smiled fondly at your friend, hugging him. “Come back in one piece,” you murmur.

“I will,” he said, wrapping your small frame in a one armed hug. “See you when I get back.” 

***

You sat at your desk, logging in information on your healing sessions with the harbingers, as well as the  agents who had come to you for sessions. 

You flipped to Signora’s file and you couldn’t help but make a face. She was so difficult and rude and you scowled, writing down the injuries she’d come to you with, disdain in her voice as she told you to hurry up, and how she didn’t have all day. She’d called you incompetent even and you’d had to bite your tongue to not tell her to fuck herself. You hated her. 

Your door swung open, making you startle slightly. You looked up to see Scaramouche walking into your office, closing the door behind him. You flipped your log shut, standing immediately to greet him. 

“Good afternoon, lord Scaramouche,” you say, bowing your head. 

He eyes you, saying nothing before turning his back to you, revealing quite the gash behind his shoulder. You wince when you see it, murmuring to yourself that it looked painful. Your hands flickered with your Cryo power as you make your way over to him.

“Ready?” you ask, making sure to warn him this time. 

“Go ahead,” he says gruffly. 

Your hands bring immediate relief to the searing pain. Your fingers press tenderly onto his skin, sliding into his shirt through the hole over the injury. An audible sigh of relief escapes his lips as the wound closes. 

Your hands leave him and then you speak softly. “Are there any more injuries I need to treat sir?” 

He turns around to face you, his amethyst eyes meeting yours. You fought the urge to look away from him. Archons, he’s beautiful…

“That’s the only one,” he said, his voice inflectionless. 

You nod, a small smile lifting the corners of your mouth. “You’re all set, then.” 

He smirks. “At least those fools down at the recruiting office managed to send a proper healer this time.” 

Your eyes widen in shock at his praise. You smile a little wider at him. “I’m pleased that you think so, lord Scaramouche,” you say. “I wish everyone did.” 

“Who does not?” he asked, raising an elegant eyebrow.

“Lady Signora…” you say, picking at the hem of your shirt. 

He snorts, the sound making your head snap back up to look at him. “She’s fucking useless. Stupid bitch couldn’t carry out her last mission without nearly getting our whole embassy kicked out of Liyue.” He made his way to the door, before half turning back to you. “Pay her no mind,” he said, then stalked out the door. 

***

It was late, and you stretched in your chair, you’d lost track of time. Several of the agents training before deployment had come into your office. You’d had more sessions that day than any other since your arrival and you wondered at the reason for the increase in new recruits lately. 

You leave your office. The hallways in  this wing of the palace were dark now. You adjust your bag, making your way down the hall to the grand exit. There was light coming from a room to your right and you’re suddenly curious. Who could still be here? 

You approach slowly and peek into the room. It was Scaramouche. He was sitting at a beautiful mahogany desk, ornately crafted, with a murderous look on his face as he poured over a massive stack of papers in front of him. 

You bit your lip. He hadn’t noticed you at all, and you hesitated to make your presence known. Swallowing hard, you knocked softly on the open door. 

He glanced up, his fierce eyes meeting yours. 

“Lord Scaramouche?” you murmur, a questioning look in your eyes.

“What is it?” he asks, harsher than he meant to. 

“My lord, it’s so late.” you stammer. You didn’t dare question what he was doing, so instead you ask “May I get you anything?”

His expression softens ever so slightly. He sighs impatiently, but you know it wasn’t directed at you. “Coffee.” he says. “I’m going to be here a while.” 

You nod, “I’ll be right back.” 

You return with coffee in the biggest mug you could find, knocking on his door softly before entering. You set the tray on the edge of the desk, away from the stack of documents he wished he could burn. 

“I wasn’t sure how you like it so I brought cream and sugar on the side,” you say. 

He nods, reaching for his coffee and you note the amount of sugar and cream he pours into the mug. He looks at you critically after taking a sip. “What are you still doing here so late?” 

“Ah, well a dozen recruits came to see me right around when my day should have ended,” you said. 

He muttered something about the trainees Signora was most likely taking with her to Inazuma, probably to fuck up her next assignment. 

You hesitated to ask what he was still doing here, afraid to irritate him a second time. Your curiosity bested your better judgment though, so you took the chance to ask. “Why are you having to be here so late, my lord?” 

You prepared to be reprimanded for your insolence. He sips his coffee and scowls. “Because Signora is a fucking halfwit, and these,” he says, gesturing to the mountain of paperwork, “are the demands of the Liyuean government in order to allow us to continue operating there. There are reparations we have to pay for damages Signora allowed to happen, and the fucking head of their government wants us to pay—-“ he paused, making sure he had read the document in his hands correctly. “500 million Mora for her fucking floating chamber or some shit? What IS this??” 

“Did you say floating chamber?” you asked. 

“That’s what this fucking says,” he seethed. “We have to agree to follow all their terms. This is so stupid,” he mutters, angrily stamping the document for this floating chamber and slamming it down in another pile. You guessed that was the pile he’s been through already. 

“I’m so sorry you have to do all of this by yourself. You have to read ALL of this?” you ask incredulously. 

“Yup. Lucky me. Signora gets another assignment and I get stuck cleaning her fucking mess.” 

“Would…would you like some help?” you ask. 

He paused again, looking up at you. “You?” 

“I could read through some of that and give you the important details.” you offer. “Then you can approve them.” 

He stares at you for a long moment and you almost regret asking. He stands up, walking to the other side of the room and grabs hold of a chair, dragging it behind his desk, beside his. His nimble fingers then take a chunk off the stack of papers and he places it in front of the extra chair without a word. 

You smile as you both settle into the chairs and you start on your pile. It’s quiet for the most part, the sound of you both leafing through page after page is all you hear. He picks up the seal and you watch as he presses it into a pad of ink before pressing it onto a page. 

You clear your throat. “This part says the Northland Bank is expected to pay for the medical expenses for any injured Millelith due to the Osial incident,” you murmur quietly. 

He picks up the seal, handing it to you wordlessly. You take the seal, your cheeks blushing slightly as your fingers graze his. He doesn’t seem to notice. You stamp the document in the correct spot, and move onto the next section. 

You continue this way for a few hours longer, until your eyes begin to grow heavy. You tried hard to focus on the section you were on, blinking hard as you struggle to make sense of the words on the page. Sleepiness overcomes you though and you slump over to one side. 

Scaramouche startles when your head lightly lands on his shoulder. He looks at you, realizing that you’d fallen asleep. He sets down the document he was reading and looks over at the ornate clock on the wall. It was well passed midnight. 

His eyes linger on the stack you’d managed to get through and he felt a strange emotion tugging at his heart. Why was he pleased to have you in his presence? Why didn’t he want to move? 

He finished the section he was halfway through, and reached without looking for the seal to approve it. It wasn’t in the space on his desk between you and him and he scowled, thinking he’d misplaced it. “Fuck,” he hissed, turning his head to look for it. 

He saw it clasped softly in your hand. With gentleness he was not known to possess, he carefully pried it from your fingers, a twinge of regret in his heart as you stirred awake. 

It takes you a moment to realize where you are. Gentle fingers pull something out of your hand and a questioning hum leaves your parted lips. 

When you realize where you are, your heart stops. “We’re done for the night,” you hear him say softly. 

“My lord,” you stammer, quickly lifting your head from his shoulder. “Please forgive me, I’m so, so sorry.” You couldn’t even look at him. Embarrassment and fear washed over you in palpable waves. 

He frowns, his index finger going under your chin, lifting it to make you look at him. 

“There’s no need for that,” he says. 

You search his eyes and there’s no anger, no irritation. His expression looked almost questioning, but you couldn’t be sure. 

He stands from his chair, stretching before looking down at you, offering you his hand. You take hold and he assists you in standing, and the two of you make your way outside of his office. 

“Get some rest,” he says, his eyes lingering on you after he closes the door to his office.

“Yes, sir,” you murmur. “Goodnight.” 

He doesn’t reply, turning on his heel, heading towards the elevator. 

You make your own way to your assigned suite, barely staying conscious long enough to make it to your bed. 

The next morning, you’re still a little tired as you shuffle through your morning routine. You tie your hair up in some sort of semblance of a messy bun, motivation to do anything else with it completely gone today. 

You make your way to your office, mentally going through your to do list for the day. You started on your list, when you hear a knock at the door. “Enter,” you call. 

An agent enters, carrying a silver tray with coffee, cream and sugar in her hands. “This was sent for you, miss.” she says. 

You smile, “thank you so much,” you say, gesturing for her to set it down. She does, nods to you and takes her leave. 

On the tray, next to the cream, there was a small envelope. Curious, you opened it. You pull a long, slender key from it, and tied to it, from a silk ribbon was a note. 

Written in elegant handwriting was as follows: Wait for me in my office after work and don’t forget to bring more coffee. -S. 

You held the key tightly in one hand, a silly grin plastered onto your face as you read and reread his note. 

Your work day couldn’t end quickly enough. 

***

You balanced the tray with one hand and slipped his key into the lock with the other. Turning it, there was an audible click as you turned the door knob, opening the door. You pulled the key out and entered, closing the door softly behind you. 

He wasn’t there. On his desk, the stacks of papers were there just as you’d both left them last night, and so were the chairs. You set the tray down, and wondered how long he would be. 

His office was gorgeous. You hadn’t really paid much attention yesterday. It was furnished with pieces so ornate you didn’t even want to contemplate what they must have cost. You wandered to a bookshelf against the wall, pulled a random book from it and walked to the plush, leather couch in the middle of the room. 

You sat, opening the book, being careful with the pages. You read for about an hour, about ancient magic and ley lines before the door swung open, hitting the wall with an audible slam. 

Badly startled, you looked up at Scaramouche, who had a look on his face that spelled murder. You felt static in the air, the faint tingle of Electro sparking against your skin. 

You stood quickly. “My lord?” you question. 

He says nothing, slamming the door shut again. He remained facing the door, his shoulders tense as he tried to reign in his temper. 

You slowly approached him. “Lord Scaramouche,” you whisper, reaching out, slowly to touch his arm. 

He turned around to face you and your brow furrowed at his expression. You slipped your arms slowly around him. He didn’t resist, instead leaning into your embrace. He doesn’t hug you back but he places his forehead on your shoulder.

You don’t press him, you say nothing. After some time, he calms down and mutters that he was surrounded by idiots today, and what the fuck did he have to do to get underlings who could follow orders? 

Despite yourself, you laugh. He huffs against your neck and lifts his head to glare daggers at you. 

“It’s not funny,” he snaps. 

“It’s kind of funny,” you say, unafraid of him now. You reach out, brushing his bangs out of his eyes. 

His eyes pierce yours, his expression unreadable again. He moves closer to you and your breath catches in your throat when an iron grip wraps around your waist. His expression is suddenly superior. “You are playing a very dangerous game.” 

Your lips part and you feel your cheeks flush. You wanted to say something witty right back at him but words eluded you. 

“What’s the matter?” he asks, his face inches from yours. “You were so smug a minute ago.” 

You couldn’t speak when his lips found your neck. You gasped and your reaction spurred him to continue. 

“You will wear your hair down from now on,” he commanded, his fingers going on top of your head and breaking the hair tie holding your messy bun in place. “Say you will,” he said, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back to expose your neck. 

Your fingers go into his hair, raking through it as he kisses all over your throat. “I’ll wear my hair down, my lor—“ 

“Scaramouche,” he says, giving you unprecedented permission to call him only by his name. He kissess your jaw, then finally your lips. His kiss is yearning, passionate, and tender. 

You kiss him back, gasping into his lips and he smiles against you. Your heart pounds and you’re certain he can hear it as he slips his tongue into your mouth. His arms are possessive around you, in stark contrast to the sweet way he was kissing you. 

“Archons,” he whispers, his face going into the crook of your neck. He closes his eyes when he feels gentle kisses on the side of his face. 

He reluctantly pulls away from you. You look up at him, smiling happily. He smirks back at you, before flicking your forehead. “That’s for earlier.” 

“Ow!” you protest, covering the spot he’d flicked with your hand. 

“Oh, shut up and come help me finish this shit,” he says. 

You mumble incoherently as you follow him to your chair, but you’re not even halfway angry and he knows it. Damn him to hell. 

***

You twirl one of his pens that probably costs more than what you made in a month absentmindedly between your thumb and index finger. “I don’t understand this one at all,” you confess, taking the related pages and sliding them over to him. 

“It’s fine,” he says, taking them from you. “Let’s stop for today. I can finish this tomorrow.” He stamps the page he was reading and places some pages in the “done” pile and you’re so pleased to see that there indeed isn’t much left. 

He turns to face you, and a twinge of some unknown emotion pulls at his heart when he sees how tired you look. “I’ll make sure you’re compensated for your time here.” 

“What? No,” you say, shaking your head. “Don’t you dare, Scaramouche. I wanted to help you. I wanted to be here.” You lift your chin in defiance. “I won’t let you pay me for this.” 

“You act like you have a choice,” he says, and suddenly you’re in his lap, pulled out of your chair by that iron grip. Archons, he was so strong. 

“Please?” you said, caressing his angelic face. “Please. I don’t want your money. I didn’t—I’m not here for that. I’m here for you.” 

He scoffs, trying so hard to pretend like you weren’t stirring emotions in his heart. “Fine, whatever then,” he mutters. 

He kisses you back when you lean into him a moment later, and when you leave his office for the night, he tells you to keep the key when you tried to return it to him. 

***

Signora strolls into your office one morning, not even bothering to knock. “Get out,” she snaps at the young recruit, who you were just finishing up with. You grit your teeth in annoyance as the young girl scrambles out of your office like a terrified mouse. 

“Lady Signora,” you mutter, “good morning.” Your fingers reach for the pen tucked behind your ear. It was the one you’d—uhem—stolen from Scaramouche. “How can I assist you?”

“Begin packing your belongings immediately,” she says, looking at her flawless manicure. “You’ll be leaving with me the day after tomorrow to Inazuma.” 

“What?” you asked, your eyes going wide with disbelief. 

She glares at you with irritation. “What part didn’t you comprehend? You’re being reassigned.” She tosses an envelope at you before turning to leave your office. “Be ready to leave as instructed.” 

You sank into your chair as your shaking hands tore open the envelope. Contained within were your orders to relocate to Inazuma and in the corner, was the seal of La Signora herself. 

***

Scaramouche sat at his desk, diligently writing instructions to be sent to the agents stationed in Mondstadt, when the sound of a key sliding into the lock on his door drew his attention. He smirked, knowing it was you. It was so early in the day. Did you miss him that much? 

You opened the door, and the smile he wore left his face when he saw your stricken expression. “(Name), what is it?” 

“S-Signora…” you whispered. “She’s…she’s reassigning me to Inazuma with her in two days.” Tears stained your face, and you tried hard to hold back the sobs that rose from your chest. 

Scaramouche looked critical. Like hell you were going anywhere if you wanted to stay. He wondered why you were so upset. 

“Are you going to say anything?” you asked, wiping your tears with your sleeve. Does he not care one bit? 

Scaramouche blinked. He was baffled as he gestured you over to him. You complied, and you didn’t wait for his permission before you settled yourself miserably into his lap. He smiled softly when you tucked your face into his neck. 

He was quiet and calm when he reached into a drawer on his desk, for a blank document and for a pen. You heard the sound of a pen gliding against expensive paper and your heart ached. You didn’t look,  but you assumed he’d just resumed what he was doing before you burst into his office, a crying mess. 

He opened a different drawer and pulled an envelope from it. He shifted you slightly so he could reach for his seal across his desk. He then stamped whatever he’d just written. “You’re friends with number 11, are you not?” he asked. 

You sniffled, wondering why on earth he was asking. “Yes,” you answered, pushing yourself back so you could sit up straight. 

“Good. He can make himself useful today.” Scaramouche said. 

Frustrated, you were about to ask what he meant, but before you could, he startled you, barking for an agent. The same girl who had brought you your coffee the other morning rushed into his office. 

“My lord?” she asked, bowing deeply. 

“Take this to Tartaglia immediately,” he said, holding the envelope out to her. 

She rushed forward to retrieve it.  “Yes, my lord.” She bowed again before hastily dashing out of his office.

“Is Childe back?” you asked. 

“This morning I believe,” he replied, nonchalantly. He picked up his pen again and returned to his previous task, stroking your hair softly with his other hand. 

“I hate her,” you said softly. 

He hummed. “She is of no consequence.” 

“That’s easy for you to say, Scaramouche,” you snapped. “She can’t just make you rearrange your whole life with a snap of her fingers like she just did to me.” 

And then he understood. “Do you think I’m so incapable?” he asked coldly. 

“What?” you asked. 

“If you didn’t come to me because you know I’m stronger than Signora, why the fuck are you here, hm?” 

“Scaramouche—“ you began. 

“Do you want to stay or don’t you?” he asked, his eyes flashing. 

“Of course I do!“ you said, clutching the front of his shirt. 

“Say it,” he said, his voice low. 

“I want to stay with you. I don’t want to go to Inazuma with her.” You cupped his face with both of your hands. “Please don’t let her take me.” Your arms slipped slowly around his neck. “I’m sorry. Please, don’t let her take me.” 

“Don’t ever doubt my ability to keep that which is mine,” he said gruffly, one arm going around your waist at last. “Signora is nothing.” 

You nodded, softly kissing his neck. You heard the sound of his pen against paper again and you relaxed entirely against him. 

You’d nearly fallen asleep in his lap when the door to his office slammed open, startling you. You turned to see Signora, holding a crumpled document in her gloved hand.  You scrambled to get off of his lap, but he held you in place, murmuring softly for you to stay. 

“You have some nerve barging in here uninvited,” Scaramouche drawled, adjusting you gently on his lap, into a position more comfortable for him. 

“No, you have some nerve!” she shot back. “What is the meaning of this, Scaramouche?” She held up the parchment. 

“What do you think it is?” he asked. “I’ve countered your orders to relocate (Name), and so has Tartaglia.” He sounded positively bored. 

“My unit will need a healer,” she snapped back. “Inazuma is hostile. The girl will come. She’s not needed here just for you and Childe and a few trainees.” 

“You’re overruled, Signora,” he said, like he was talking to a petulant toddler. “Find another healer, or don’t. I really don’t care. Now, get the fuck out.” 

“Listen to me Scar—“ you heard Signora say, and then you felt the boy beneath you tense with anger. 

“You are one sentence away from dying where you stand,” he said softly, his voice low and deadly. “The girl is mine. I outrank you, bitch. And even if I didn’t, it wouldn’t matter because you’re no match for me. Now, if you don’t want proof that what I’m saying is the truth, get out of my sight.” 

Signora seethed, but she didn’t say another word before she stormed out of the office, slamming the door so hard, the walls rattled. 

Scaramouche sighed, agitated. “The fucking shit I have to put up with.” 

You looked at him, tears sparkling in your eyes. You straddled his lap, surprising him. Your lips found his, and he could practically taste the relief you felt as he kissed you. 

“Thank you,” you whispered. You were breathless and all you wanted was him. 

Possessive hands tugged you closer against him and he looked into your eyes. “No one is going to take you away from me.” His fingers moved to brush a strand of hair behind your ear when his fingers touched something slender hidden in your hair. He pulled his pen out from behind your ear and scoffed. “You little thief!” 

You laughed, and though he’d never admit it out loud, he loved how you sounded. “I wanted something of yours to keep with me during the day when I’m working.” 

He was speechless. He didn’t know how to respond or why what you’d just said made him so damn happy. How had you weaseled your way into his heart? He never let anyone so close; he never wanted anyone so close. 

“Archons,” he said at last, pressing the extravagant pen into your hand. You beamed up at him and took it, and he tightened his hold on you. “What have you done to me?” 

“Nothing that you haven’t done to me,” you replied. 

He tucked your head under his chin. “You better take care of that pen. That’s my favorite one.” 

You laughed again and he decided he’d do anything, deny you nothing if it meant he’d get to hear that sound. 

[lloydfrontera]

hi i recently got into the webtoon of tged and binged all translated chapters in like two days

and so i went thru the tumbr tag and i found a lot of ur posts regarding llojavi and the webtoon

and well. my opinion of the manhwa has been kinda dampered hearing abt how it differs from the webnovel and the direction that the adapters are taking it in

so basically all this to say that i just wanted to know where i could read the webnovel LOL

is there an epub version that i could download of it? or any site? same for the sequel

anyways thank you for letting me know about the existence of the novel and how different it is in comparison to the manhwa

(sorry for the long ask skdhskd btw llojavi is sooo real. i cant believe theyre gayer in the novel apparently?!?! and that it was cut out of the manhwa ?!?!?!do u think that they’ll become canon or do i have to continue reading llojavi fanficfion and pretend its canon)

hello hi!!

i'm kinda sorry i dampened your experience with the webcomic tbh! that's not my intention!! which i know it's hard to believe considering how salty i am about it but i really just want to share how much,,, better it could be xD

as for where you can read the webnovel! you can download the yonder app, with the official translation! it's on daily pass or pay for read but it's very ahead already, so you can binge at your heart's content!

or you can go here and start reading it for free but i do have to warn you that it is very behind in comparison, it should have a consistent update schedule tho :]

as for the sequel! here you go <3

and it was absolutely no problem! i am pretty much just talking to myself here but if i can get at least one more person to read the webnovel i will be forever happy <333

(they are so much gayer on the webnovel it's unbelievable! half of my blog is just yelling about how insane they are about each other, i am constantly amazed at how webtoon only fans still ship them cause the webcomic stripped down so much of the homoerotism that's happening in the webnovel but like,,, truly that's just proof the gay cannot be truly erased akjshdksjdf

alas. it is not canon. but honestly, i think it was for the best, with the way bk moon writes canon romances, had he tried to make llojavi canon i don't think it would've worked nearly as well. there's something about writers trying to write a deep, tender and devoted relationship without making it gay that just produces the most natural and organic homoerotism possible lmaooo)

[snow-slayer]

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will (be nice) D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t (again: be nice)

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves (chars you’re neutral on are fair game, as are chars you dislike)

Q - A ship you’ve abandoned and why

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending, about anything at all (gender identity, sexual or romantic orientation, extended family, sexual preferences like top/bottom/switch, relationship with poetry, seriously anything)

U - 5 favorite characters from 5 different fandoms

V - 3 OTPs from 3 different fandoms

W - 5 favorite ships and 5 kinks you like best for said ships

X - top 5-10 characters who are yoUR PRECIOUS BABIES AND YOU WILL DIE DEFENDING THEM

Many thanks! I will enjoy most of these XD

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will (be nice) I'm just not a fan of Jack and Ashi. I was super hoping for a mentor/mentee dynamic and not a ship. Do I get why it happened and does it make sense that Jack fell for her? Yeah, but also I'm 100% busy shipping some bots.

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t (again: be nice) For a fandom I'm not in: Soljiwan from Nevertheless. Sorry @nothing-of-a-builder! I wanted to be into it to read your fanfics because I know they're good, but I'm just not feeling it. Hit me up with Kirisaya though! Check out all the fics here (including some Franmouche content that stabs me in the heart every time I read it) For a fandom I am in: Probably Scaramouche and Demongo. I love Scaramouche and I'll take whatever fanart/fanfics exist of him with whoever, but this just isn't my ship.

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves (chars you’re neutral on are fair game, as are chars you dislike) Can I go with Vile (Megaman X) on this? Maybe it's sort of cheating by assuming people think I like him a lot more than I do. I don't really care for him and he's annoying and definitely didn't enjoy listening to him in Maverick Hunter X BUT I love what he represents, and that's not being on either side, which was especially well done in Maverick Hunter X. It's funny because I did cosplay as him and it's one of my better costumes, but it's honestly because I went to a foam armor making class for beginners and we made a helmet that suited him so perfectly. I don't think he would have been an option otherwise. Long story short, I like Vile as a concept, not a character.

Q - A ship you’ve abandoned and why Sorry, calling out Scaramouche and Demongo again (which I want to say the ship name for is Fandango, not to be confused with the OC character Fandango XD). I wrote a fanfic for it (and also, sorry everyone, 'tis my least favorite fic I wrote with Scaramouche) and consumed all the content, but after I was blessed/cursed with Franmouche, that was it. This is the ship!

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending, about anything at all (gender identity, sexual or romantic orientation, extended family, sexual preferences like top/bottom/switch, relationship with poetry, seriously anything) You will see a theme later but I'm too tired to want to defend fandom stuff that hard, especially since this is headcanons ask. I will say I love writing Francis as a demiromantic, sex-neutral ace. Love seeing him other ways, too, but this is the primary way I write him.

U - 5 favorite characters from 5 different fandoms Francis the Mercenary - Samurai Jack (honorable mention to Scaramouche, always), Boomer Kuwanger - Megaman X, Mr. Freeze - Batman, Maximillion Pegasus - YuGiOh, N. Gin - Crash Bandicoot

V - 3 OTPs from 3 different fandoms Franmouche (Scaramouche x Francis) - Samurai Jack; Mr. Freeze x Nora - Batman, N. Gin x N. Brio - Crash Bandicoot.

W - 5 favorite ships and 5 kinks you like best for said ships Franmouche - massage, hurt/comfort; Scaramouche x Fandango - interfacing while linked; Gal x Jared - mutual masturbation, voyeurism/exhibitionism; Fandango x Ginkgo - aftercare, cuddling, hurt/comfort, the finance pillow talk; Riddler x Devin (OC) - praise, pampering, katoptronphilia

X - top 5-10 characters who are yoUR PRECIOUS BABIES AND YOU WILL DIE DEFENDING THEM Immediately, I am rebelling because I've killed my favorites at least once, I'LL DO IT AGAIN! In seriousness though, I suppose if I read this in "I'm taking them away from you and you have to fight to keep enjoying them" then definitely: Francis, Scaramouche, Mr. Freeze, N. Gin, Courage the Cowardly Dog, Scooby-Doo, Freddy Krueger, Maximillion Pegasus, Joltik, Boomer Kuwanger.

[anotherghoul666]

Owlish is back, Heh!

(Also reminding you on maybe tagging stuff as owlish again, but like, it's not supposed to come off as annoyed or mean cause I would've forgotten as well!)

Neutral and stable sounds good compared to before!

Also not having cried for 2 days.

I'm really sorry for you but glad that it sounds like it's getting at least a little better (also I'm very sorry cause while I love listening to people (I care about) talking about how they are feeling and why, I'm super awkward when it comes to responding)

Thank you ❤️ I‘ll gladly tell you as well!

Yesterday, I had a very positive therapy session which let me leave with a positive feeling instead of annoyed or hurt as usually (I dislike my therapist but if I’ll state that I can‘t work with her, I have to leave the psych ward and I definitely can’t do that right now. She‘s not very understanding of my problems and also there‘s quite a few things she said that made me feel unsafe so I can barely open up at all)

Also, on the way back with two friends from another therapy today we talked about owls (they’re my special interest) and they were super positive and we talked about how a few owls look like you walked in on them doing something (Micrathene whitneyi) or they look mad/judging (Athene cunicularia) and we laughed about it. It just made me feel great cause usually people dislike me talking about stuff I love and especially when it’s about owls for some reason, but they were just so positive. It was awesome!

Now I’m just super tired cause I had to take additional meds today due to being very antsy and not being able to calm down at all, I‘m cold cause my body has trouble to regulate its own heat and breathing is a bit hard due to me wearing my binder for probably a little way too long by now (but I don‘t have the energy to undress to take the thing off either)

Also I’m looking forwards to meeting the person I’m closest with here (she‘s on another ward) this evening (she constantly has to listen to me talk about Ghost but she‘s so sweet about it XD (she can’t remember anything but tries her best and she thinks I’m cute when I get excited about stuff (I‘m insecure about excitement due to expressing it through stimming, you know, but she‘s making me feel good about it))

So it‘s overall a feeling rather on the positive side which is strange but nice!

Wishing you the best too :D

~owlish anon

(omg yes I'm so sorry!! I noticed it today cause there was a like that came in on it and I went "oh, right, did I tag that correctly?" once I saw the aks in my notifications again, and lo and behold nope I had not XD So I tagged it right away but it was too late uh. Dude I'm so sorry, I'm such a creature of habit I have a hard time remembering new tags and stuff. I have someone else who came on the blog asking me to tag unmasked ghoul content and I feel it's sure some slipped by me despite trying and like XD I'll try more hahahaha thank you for the reminder dear, I appreciate it!)

Fuck yeah dude!! I'm at 4 days without crying now, beginning my 5th! It is Going! I appreciate your support ❤️

I'm so glad to hear you were able to benefit from a positive therapy session despite a having a therapist that's not a good fit for you. That's so hard. I've been in situations before when I put up with therapists that clearly were not right for me because I knew if I didn't take these sessions I'd be pushed back on the waiting list for 8, 10, 12 months, and I didn't know how to make it 12 months on my own you know. I knew session 1 there would be no theraputic alliance or trust from me whatsoever, but I figured I could at least gather tools and information to apply by myself at home. There can always be small things you take from crappy sessions that can stay in your brain and be a tool you have in your arsenal for the future.

Awww dude owls are so cool! I'm so happy you got a positive interaction where you could share about them! But hey! Hey dude! If you wanna share your favorite facts about owls or species or pictures in the future or something? I'm here! I love birds. I got super interested in the birds I could observe at my parent's house back in the day, the backyard / edge of the woods birds. I'd listen to cries and identify new ones I didn't recognize and photograph the bird feeders and stuff. So I know lots about, like, 15 birds species maybe xD Which is not much but that's what I would see daily. I know we have owls locally but I've not seen them so I didn't research them. Then again with a lot of them being super well camouflaged, it makes sense I didn't see any. So yeah, I'd love to learn more! Feel free to come to my ask box if it feels like a safe space to share, I'm interested in what you know and have to teach! :D

I hope you can get some rest, get warm and get comfortable dear. That's important.

And I'm thrilled to hear you've had someone to chat about Ghost with after that! Believe me I know a thing or two about being shut down for showing excitment or talking about a special interest. I was told all my childhood and teen years I was too loud or I talked too much or to lower my voice. Even now as an adult with a long time partner, I still apologize to her when there's something I love I inadvertedly talked about without asking for permission first. Its trauma dude. I get it. It's hard to get rid of. I hope you can find someone who will be genuenly invested in your interests in the future like I did. My partner doesn't give much of a fuck about metal or Ghost for instance, she's not a metalhead, but she happily lets me talk her ear off whenever something happens with the band or about the lore and the ghouls and she reads my fics even if she doesn't know the context and that makes a world of difference in terms of learning that your interests matter too. Cause they do. Owls are cool as fuck, Ghost is cool as fuck, and those subjects deserve respect by the sheer value of them being something you love. I see you.

Take care out there ok! Talk soon!

[galaxybeginnings]

Darkness and/or Kiss, muse(s) of your choice!

(I can’t help but add more to the layers of Peter xD)

It was getting so hard to handle the stress and demands of the job these days. He was struggling more and more which was rare for him. Usually he was at least able to bury some of the anxieties that rose up by either spending time alone or with his animals along with his oba-san. Yet this time none of that worked. Why did this have to surface? He was doing so much better these days. It was getting to the point that it was beginning to affect the other members of the group. Thankfully they understood most of it and were just worried about him. It was more the management and the heads that were beginning to lose sympathy for him.

Due to the efforts of his groupmates, they had gotten a chance for him to get a few weeks off work. So here he was back at his oba-san’s house, in the room she had kept clean for whenever he needed it. Both his black lab and cat were with him. They were seen as a strange trio, yet it solidified that there was nothing better than an animals love. No strings, little expectations, and always reliable. This was some of what he was seeking.

Quietly he stayed curled up with his pets trying to just drown out the thoughts and urges he was struggling with. Just focus on petting them and enjoying their warmth. He was ignoring the notifications vibrating from his phone. They were just something he couldn’t deal with right now. There were some snacks that his oba-san left on the small low table in his room. Thankfully his pets were well behaved so even if he fell asleep they wouldn’t be helping themselves to the snacks of his.

He did slowly drift in and out of sleep until there was a small knock on his door. This woke him enough to get up. Still groggy he shuffled over to the door after moving Roh the cat who was curled up next to him. Opening the door he stared almost blankly at Sonia. It took a moment for his disheveled brain to processed what he was currently seeing. It matched his dark brown hair which was standing up at odd angles. Finally blinking a few more times his emerald hues showed that it finally registered she was there.

“W-what are you doing here…?” She had an odd look on her face but he could tell she was worried. Wait did she misunderstand his leave as something else? Did she think that their small argument due to the whole dancing thing resurfaced? No no no, it was highly unlikely to be the case since they did talk it over at the ball a few months ago. Things had been good between them. Yeah he was awkward, but thankfully that was always the case. She hadn’t seemed to put two and two together about how he actually really enjoyed being around her in more than a friend way.

“Oh uh… c-come in.” Shifting he let her into his room. Thank god his oba-san made sure he hadn’t turned it into a chaotic book covered room with clothes mixed into the mess. She had quietly picked up behind him leaving it presentable. “So um… why are you here…?” He felt bashful about this now. Emerald hues watched as she seemed to take the room in. It was one that was clearly an animal and bookworms bedroom with countless books and then animal items for his pets in clear view. There were some photos of him and his friends, oba-san and of course Roh and Kuro.

Taking a moment he finally sat on the floor next to his bed. She mentioned having sent him several messages over the past couple of days and having gotten worried from his lack of replies. Apparently Ryu-kun had told her he hadn’t been doing well and took some vacation time to try and recuperate. Dang it… sometimes he really didn’t appreciate that his best friend was so comfortable snitching on him. Yet, there was also a part of him that was happy she had taken the time to stop and check on him. He could clearly see how worried she was. Maybe he should come clean about things… Their small talk at that dance was stuck on his mind. The reasons for him always being quiet. The fears he had because of those reasons and why crowds weren’t something he was fond of.

Once again he fell silent collecting his thoughts some more. “…sorry I worried you… Something happened and I… I couldn’t handle it.” It was hard to stop the shaking he was dealing with. Clenching his jaw he decided it was easier to just stare at his rug. At this point Roh was rubbing against the back of his head from atop the bed. Kuro had jumped off the bed to lay against his free side, making sure he was petting him It helped a bit.

“…back at the dance… I told you that I’m not good with my words. That I prefer to stay silent… I wasn’t always here with my oba-san caring for me. She found me at 13 in an orphanage after years of searching thanks to a cryptic message from my father. My parents didn’t want me, so when I was one they left me. Oba-san didn’t know I existed, and when she found out he didn’t tell her where I was. Took her three years to finally find the place since he waited till I was ten.” Taking a slow breath he picked at the carpet fibers. This was hard. She wasn’t going to look at him the same… just that he was broken.

“Growing up people weren’t kind. The grown-ups barely cared for us except for the rare few. They didn’t stick around long though. As for the other kids… you could say that because of the borderline neglect, took it out on one another. Some even took it so far as animals. I couldn’t stand that so I got involved and tried to stop them. Tried telling adults. Got into a lot of fights but always ended up being me who got the blame so… they punished me. I-I still have the scars.” His voice shook saying this. The marks were indeed still there. He was thankful that his group tended to be in long pants or long board shorts. Nothing to allow the markings to show.

“I got a letter two weeks ago… it was from my father. He was saying how he didn’t know I existed. That he only found out recently after having reconnected with my mother. Stated she acted like it was nothing. That he didn’t think he could be a proper father after all these years… that he was sorry to have failed.” He buried his face into his arm away from her. “Seems I’m still not good enough. And then… she sent a letter. Saying how she had no choice, that she regretted it, how she wanted to see me in person after having seen me with the group. You can guess how confused I was. After all these years… they send me letters.” This was so painful. Being this vulnerable was against his nature. All those years trying to survive feeling alone and that the world was against him. He had finally found his place and now with two simple letters his life was thrown out of place again.

“I’m sorry… I know I’m broken… This only made it all worse, because they showed up at the last meet and greet event. I-I couldn’t speak. Just got up and left which made the manager furious.” Ryu had to interfered since he had been the only one to know why he reacted the way he did. His mother had sent a photo of herself with him as a baby along with her letter. When she showed up it was clear the man she was with was his father. His oba-san hadn’t hid all the photos of her son well because it wasn’t long before Peter found some after finally feeling like her house was his. “Ryu-kun had to tell the basics to my manager… I just couldn’t handle it anymore. They knew now and the look… I just…” Words finally failed him. He was weak and emotionally raw. The silence from her was expected because it was a lot to process.

[agoodfictitle-shadowban]

The Price You Pay - Part 1

Wanda Maximoff x f!reader

[TPYP Masterlist]

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: Life as a college student isn't always easy, so when the opportunity to make some money by pretending to date your best friend's sister arise, you decide to take it.

Tags: fake dating, paid dating, jealousy, possessiveness, Pietro's bestie, darkish!wanda, no Avengers, bad life decisions, college!au, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, divorced!parents, Vision is kind of a dick, other mcu characters apparition, no proofreading (lemme know if im missing something)

Warnings: Bad language, alcohol consumption, some violence, smuttyfruity (so, 18+, minors dni, dom!Wanda, bratty!reader, will add warnings when we get to it)

A/n: im very tired, but it was fun to write this, and it will certainly go in interesting places. Also, lemme know if we want powers wanda or no powers wanda

Tag List: @red1culous (sorry red, you'll have to worry a bit longer about Wanda being safe in Paperthin xD)

The sky above your head was grey from clouds heavy with rain, the water falling over you in a pattering pattern that left you relaxed in the pool. You liked doing that during hot summer days, just lie in the water when more was coming down on you. Your family certainly found that weird, but they were away for at least two more weeks, gone to see family somewhere on the other side of the world. You were content to stay home since you didn't get along with this side of the 'family' - or the asshole side, as you liked to call them.

"Y/n?" You heard a voice call behind you, and you immediately recognized it was coming from your best friend, Pietro Maximoff. You'd known him since he arrived in the country with his family, and the second you met each other spark started flying. Literally. It was during a workshop class, and since then you'd been inseparable. You even went to college together.

So, you looked up and here he was, his head popping above the wooden fence between your gardens, his stupid silver mop top barely visible against the grey sky.

"What is it, Piet?" You called, and he climbed the fence to jump on your side.

"I just wanted to see if you'd like to come spend some time at home, Wands and I are gonna get some pizzas and watch some tv or something."

"As long as you pay for the pizza," you said, finally rolling from your back to swim to the edge of the pool. You jumped it to sit on the side before extending your arm, grabbing your towel.

"Free food really is the best way to get to you, huh?"

You laughed as you stood up, towel in your hair as you went back inside your house, Pietro on your toes. "I've gotten used to the student life, free food is best food."

He rolled his eyes at that. You could have lived comfortably as a student, but you refused to accept the money your step-father offered you every time. Something in you made it really hard to accept it, you just never could pinpoint what it was. The man was a good guy, but you just couldn't get past it no matter how hard you tried. So in the end, you were happy to just side-step yourself from your family as you went on with your life, coming back only when your mother asked you to, so she could show to him that she had been a good mother to you - and you believed she tried, but never quite succeeded.

"So prideful," Pietro teased lightly and you threw your towel at him. With his reflexes he grabbed it before it could hit him in the head, so you simply gave him the finger before disappearing for your room.

"Gotta put some clothes on," you said.

You went for something comfortable since you knew no one important would be there, only you and the twins. You briefly thought of Wanda there and then, and thought that maybe you should make an effort before you thought better of it. You used to have a crush on her when you were in high-school, right before you realized she would never see you that way. To her, you would always be Pietro's best friend and nothing else, and maybe it was better that way.

In the end, when you came back downstairs, you were wearing sweatpants with a band shirt and a hoodie. That would have to do.

"Okay, let's go get pizzas!" You exclaimed and jumped on Pietro's back in a surprise attack. He almost fell forward but managed to keep you on his back until you were at his door. He judged that it was enough of a ride, and dropped you without any warning. Luckily, you had great balance and simply fell on your feet like nothing happened.

Once inside, you saw that the place was already darkened not only by the weather but also by the blinds that had been dropped to create a bit of a theatre experience.

"Okay, remind me why we don't watch it in the theatre room?" You asked Pietro who shrugged.

"It distands the image too much according to Wanda."

"But the seats are so much more comfortable!" You complained dramatically.

"We literally have two giant couches, just take one for yourself." That was a good rebuttal, so you didn't insist, simply dropping yourself on the couch perpendicular to the tv. "Hey Wanda," you said to the– "you dyed your hair," you pointed out. Instead of her usual brown chestnut hair, she now had ginger strands falling over her shoulders. Damn, she looked good, and you had to fight not to stare like a creep at her.

"Yeah. I thought it would be a nice change." She shrugged and you nodded with a small smile.

"Well, it looks good on you," you complimented before reaching for the popcorn on the table, missing the small blush on her cheeks.

"Thanks."

Pietro arrived with the pizza menu and his phone against his ear, asking silently what pizza you wanted. You mouthed "the usual" and he nodded before looping back to the kitchen to put the menu back down. He was fast to come back and he fell on Wanda's couch like a lump of wood.

"Always so graceful, Maximoff," you teased when he barely managed to avoid the coffee table with his feet.

"Shut up, Y/ln."

You chuckled at his comeback, and once everyone was settled, Wanda took command of the tv and pressed play on the sitcom she was currently binging - turns out it was Friends. After the pizza arrived, and once they were almost finished, you got rid of your hoodie and threw it on the armrest where your head was resting, feeling too hot with the whole digestion process going on. You also decided to take a bathroom break pretty much right after, and it had nothing to do with the soda you drank helplessly.

Then, when you came back, you didn't notice anything was amiss and kept watching the show. Actually, you noticed only after Wanda went to bed, after you stayed downstairs with Pietro to play a bit on his PS5, and after you decided it was time for you to go home.

"What the hell are you doing?" Pietro asked you as he saw you look everywhere around the couch you decided to declare yours, throwing pillows around.

"I'm looking for my hoodie, I can't find it anywhere," you muttered.

Your best friend looked at you for a second, trying to think about it before it finally hit him. "Oh yeah, Wanda borrowed it when you went to the bathroom. She must have taken it upstairs."

That caused a frown to crease your brows. Why would she do that? Pietro had a knowing smirk on his lips, but you missed it, too busy looking around yourself in confusion.

"Huh. I mean. Guess it's not lost at least. Just… hope she can bring it back tomorrow, it's kind of my favorite," you mumbled, unsure of how you should react at this point.

"I'll tell her that for sure."

You walked to the hallway, and put back your shoes. "Thanks, I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Yeah, I'll come by," he nodded and you left the Maximoff household, feeling the cold seep into you as you walked home without your hoodie, missing the pair of green eyes looking at you through one of the bedroom windows.

*

The next morning, the doorbell woke you up and you frowned. You were fairly certain that you weren't expecting anything today except for Pietro, but it was way too early for him to already be awake - it was only ten. Which meant that it was also too early for you to be awake. You covered your face with your pillow, which quickly proved to be a very inefficient tactic when the doorbell echoed in the house once again, pushing you out of your bed. With your bedsheet around you, you walked downstairs like a ghost and opened the door only to blink a few times when you saw Wanda right in front of you.

"Wanda…?" You asked, perplexed, and missed the look she gave you when she noticed you were wearing your sheet around your shoulders. "What are you doing here so early?"

Trying to get rid of the morning blur, you rubbed your eyes with your hands as you awaited for an answer.

"I came to bring your hoodie back." But as you looked at her, you could see that she was actually wearing it. What the hell?

"Okay, yeah, I can see my hoodie is with you. Now, do I also put you in my dresser? 'Cause I'm not sure you'll fit." She rolled her eyes but still smiled, and it made your heart jump.

No. Bad heart. Bad, bad.

"Actually…" she pushed inside when you took a step to let her come in, since she seemed to want to talk. "I need you to do me a favor."

"Are you… is my hoodie your hostage?"

"It is your favorite, right?" She cocked her head, and you had to admit it was pretty intimidating, even if she was threatening a piece of clothing.

You sighed. You'd hear her out, then see what you wanted to do.

"What do you want?"

"I need you to go to a party with me." Yeah, okay, so far so good, but clearly there was something else going on. "And pretend you are dating me."

What the what? You blinked at her before laughing. But when she just tilted her head - almost threatening - you stopped laughing. "Oh, you're serious." You hummed, your brain trying to catch up on what the hell was happening. "Why?"

"Because I want to stick it to Vision." Ah, of course. You heard of the guy. Vision Stark. Rich people and their weird names. Whatever he did, he clearly managed to piss off Wanda. "He cheated on me right before finals, I almost failed because of him. No one messes with my studies."

Huh. That made sense. Mostly. The thing that made you incredibly perplexed was why she came to you for that. "So, I go to that party with you, we pretend to be dating, and then what?"

"And then you get your hoodie back."

"How… how is that working as revenge?" You adjusted your bedsheet to pinch your nose.

"Because this way he gets to see I don't care."

Ah yes, asking someone to pretend dating with you was clearly the right way to show that you didn't care. At this point you almost felt like a headache was coming your way, when an idea came to you.

"Okay, I'll agree. For a price." Because if you were to agree to a crazy scheme, you might as well get something out of it. And not just your clothes back.

Wanda narrowed her eyes. "Your price is your hoodie."

"Oh, come on Wanda, I know you can do better than that."

She bit her lip, knowing full well where this was going. But at this point, she might as well get there. "What do you want?"

"200 bucks an hour, and I'm yours for the night," you said like it was nothing.

She scoffed at that and crossed her arms, straightening her back. "100," she tried to negotiate, and you cocked an eyebrow with a smirk. So she was ready to pay.

"180," you went and she rolled her eyes.

"That's barely negotiating, Y/ln."

"Hey, what can I say, I like to drive a hard bargain. Come on, you know I'm a good liar. I'll make everything look like we're the real deal." You still sported your smirk as she looked you up and down. "175."

She looked like she was doing some math in her head. "150." She offered, her head tilting to the side. She was close to telling you off, you could see it in the way her eyes were glowering at you.

"165," you still dangled in front of her with bravado. Now she was chewing her lips, and all you could do was watch as she finally, finally, extended her hand.

"Deal," she said, and you took it firmly in yours.

A small jolt of electricity ran up your spine at the contact and almost took your breath away. "Perfect. When is the party?"

"Tomorrow night." She pulled on your hand so you would fall forward closer to her, her hand finding your chin to look in your eyes. "You better be ready."

You maintained eye contact despite the strength she put in holding you in place, refusing to back off. "Oh, I will be, trust me." She pushed you back after a moment when her gaze dropped on your lips, and despite the distance you could see her eyes had darkened. It elicited something in you that you preferred to ignore - no old crush would come in between you and your money.

"Good girl."

She released you, but you could still feel her grip on your jaw. This was a whole new side of her you had no idea existed until now, and it certainly made you feel things. You followed each and every of her steps when she left your house.

Then it hit you all at once. In what kind of bullshit did you walk in?

[enhypia]

HS ; couples

couples answers questions with the choice of drinking instead of answering

pairings: lee heeseung x gn!reader

genre: fluff, angst if you squint really hard

words: roughly 1.4k

masterlist ⸺ series masterlist

~guides and warnings~

italics - reader speaking

bold - heeseung speaking

[enclosed] - interviewer speaking

italicized bold - both reader and heeseung speaking

[enclosed bold or italics] - question (depends on who's speaking)

heavily inspired by: rec.create lie detector games, cut truth or drink

warning: contains and mentions of !!! drinking, swearing

i don't promote underage drinking, save your livers

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

hi! i'm (y/n)

hello, my name is heeseung!

and we're together

we're couples!

[you guys were invited here today as couples for a fun little drinking game, you guys were aware of that right?]

yes

we are

[okay, for this game, questions will be asked and if you refuse to answer, you drink, it's that simple. should we start?]

let's go, i can't wait to drink

so you won't be answering the questions?

i mean, it's free alcohol

*hee shakes his head in disbelief

[how long have you been together?]

we actually just had our 3rd anniversary last week

so 3 years now <33

[how did you two meet?]

pffft- *(y/n) laughs

can we just choose pass

shot!

*hee offers the shot glass to (y/n) and both take a shot, laughing after

we're drinking this early on damn

we met through a mutual friend

i was brought as a wingman

i think you can guess how it went

[but how did you guys become a couple?]

we got closer after meeting and i think it was obvious to the both of us that we were interested in each other

yeah but it still took a lot in me to ask you out

he stuttered the first time he asked me on a date

did i?

*(y/n) laughs at the memory

you went "hey, so uh you wa-"

*hee cuts (y/n) off by squishing their cheeks

we don't need a reminder

*(y/n) swats his hand away

but it was cute, don't worry

*(y/n) pats his head making heeseung smile

[okay, how about we officially start the game now?]

*both nod and played rock paper and scissors to determine who gets to ask first, (y/n) wins

*(y/n) reads the card and chuckles

[was it love at first sight?]

it wasn't

like i said, i was supposed to be a wingman so in my head, they were already off limits

i don't believe in love at first sight so *(y/n) shrugs

[do you have/did you have doubts with us being together?]

goddamn *(y/n) drinks

*heeseung is wide-eyed

no honey, not like that, i will answer, it's just that i need the alcohol boost

*the shock goes away

i was about to shed tears not gonna lie

*(y/n) rolls their eyes

when i agreed to becoming heeseung's significant others, i had no doubts, i knew what i felt was true and i knew his was too. the doubts were mainly on myself?? like "what if he just wakes and he doesn't love me anymore" but everyday heeseung proves to me that that will never happen

*(y/n) smiles at heeseung

*heeseung looks away trying to hide the smile and blush appearing on his face and he takes a shot refusing to meet (y/n)'s eyes

*(y/n) picks up a card and laughs

[if i become a zombie and had to eat people to survive, would you stick by side?]

heeseung gets scared easily i don't think he will

but if it's you...

*(y/n) raises an eyebrow

wait let me think about this more clearly

see! *(y/n) laughs

*heeseung continues to think

omg just say no!

but it's you !!!

i know it's me but baby we both know you'll run the other way once i start to eat people

...... you still love me right?

yes heeseung, i still love you

*hee :D

okay! next question!

*he picks up a card and laughs

oh i like this one.

[would you date any of my friends?]

*(y/n)'s mouth drops in shock

*(y/n) ultimately decides to play with heeseung

i mean.. *(y/n) reaches for a shot

*the grin on his face disappears

yah!

*(y/n) bursts into giggles and takes a shot

yah~ !!

[would YOU date any of my friends?]

*hee's eyes narrows and takes a shot for revenge

*both laugh at their antics

the answer is no guys, i love his friends but they're pretty much like annoying siblings

sorry (y/n)'s friends, (y/n) is the only one for me

but i'm pretty sure someone who used to be in my circle would jump at the chance

really ?? who ??

*(y/n) gives the look

AH! -

*scene cuts as he says a name

moving on.

*(y/n) picks up a card and laughs

[do you wish i offered to pay for more dates?]

MAN I WISH I COULD PAY MORE ON DATES

i like paying for our dates, but arguing with them is hard

yeah there was one time we spent 10 minutes bickering about who will pay, so we just made an agreement

we take turns per month, like for this month i'm the one paying for all the dates, then on the next month (y/n) will be paying

but everytime it's his month, he always tries to go out a lot, and when it's my month he opts to stay in

hehe

hEHE ??

*heeseung picks up a card and reads the question intently

*he is in deep thought

what is it?

[will you agree to an open relationship?]

ohhh

open relationship is when it's okay if you see other people right?

yup and i don't think i'd agree to it. you?

me as well

sorry im selfish, heeseung is mine, i do not share ;)

*heeseung laughs

yeah, sorry it's not for me, i don't think i can stomach seeing another one hold (y/n) , find your own

*(y/n) raises glasses to cheers and both take a shot

[it's okay not to drink if you answer]

yeah we know

but it's free alcohol

and drinking makes it more fun

*they hi-five

okay! next question,

[if i had to move away for many years, would you wait for me?]

yes.

wow no hesitations

yes i would wait for you

*(y/n) :O

yes

okay we get it

*they laugh

but i will, you're worth waiting for

your patience says otherwise

are you doubting my ability to wait?

do you hear yourself when you're playing?

that's with games, you're not a game, you're not something i play

*(y/n) blushes making heeseung laugh

shut up okay i get it

i also do not actually trust my patience

SEE ?!

*heeseung bursts out laughing

so instead of waiting i'd probably just go to them and/or visit them a lot

or just move in with me

*(y/n) avoids heeseung's stare

is this still related to the question or the present

huh? *(y/n) acts clueless

WAIT-

*camera cut

*we see both of them sporting a blush with big smiles on their face, and the alcohol evidently lessened

[freestyle! ask any question you want]

wah, i don't know what to ask

*he is thinking, everybody shut up

just keep it simple

no i want it to be hard

i can just actually follow the rules and drink instead of answering

*hee pouts

no you won't

*(y/n) :P

okay!

[did you like ... when we first met?]

oh the 'friend'?

yeah

*(y/n) drinks

*heeseung :O

*(y/n) xD

no heeseung, i did not like them, i really just saw them as a friend

ohh ouch sorry buddy

*they share a laugh

oh it's the last one

[question for both: what does loving each other feel like?]

awww that's a cute one, i'll go first

loving heeseung feels like the comfort your favorite songs bring you. it feels like the excitement you get whenever your favorite show releases a new episode. it's the deep sigh in content you release whenever you smell your favorite scent. it's just, loving him feels like everything your favorites make you feel.

*heeseung is not tearing up, definitely not, that's just sweat, he is also 100% not blushing, it's just hot

*he takes a shot and (y/n) laughs at his antics

now how am i supposed to beat that?!

let me be more romantic gosh

respectfully, no.

*both laugh

okay uhh, loving (y/n) feels like riding a rollercoaster. from all the emotions while waiting in line to exiting the ride. loving them is like the feeling of hitting a high note you previously couldn't. it's winning multiple prizes at the arcade. loving (y/n) is like the softness of a sunrise and the absolute wonder in staring at a night sky.

*(y/n) takes a shot not even bothering to hide their blush

why are we so cheesy and poetic when we're intoxicated damn

*heeseung laughs and agrees

forgive us if we're cringey

not our fault you're single

heeseung! :O

*he stays unapologetic

and that's it!

thank you for having us~

bye~

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a/n: sorry this took so long, i caught up with everything i missed in my classes, i'll try to update the series more frequently. i will also be posting timestamps later since it's been days since i last posted. i hope you also like this one!! jay's will be posted next, please look forward to it <33

[thewheezingwyvern]

Heres a challenge. Pixie/fairy Dabi, or even angel dabi! Something uncharacteristic for his personality xD

Oooh Nons lemme tell you I had a blast with this one. Tickled my brain just write that I was able to just bang this out in a few hours. Gotta give a shout out to @trafalgar-temptress for  helping me brainstorm on this. Really helped me get my creative juices flowing juuuuuuuuust right.

ℍ𝕒𝕚𝕝 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕪

Yandere!Angel!Dabi x F!Reader

Kinks/Warnings: Noncon (implied and groping), imprisonment, kidnapping, nudity

As you can see by the warnings this is dark adult content. Minors DNI.

The first time you had ever seen him, it was next to Shouto and the most striking thing about him was his eyes. Brilliant hued sapphires that were more vivid than the sky. Ethereal almost. But every time thereafter they seemed to glow a little brighter. A little darker. A little less holy in their shine. They were almost too much to look at, blinding as they were bathed in sacred light. Shouto especially. Even his feathers shone almost like mirrors catching and magnifying the moon’s rays until they were searing.

But Touya, his light was more muted. Still bright but easier for your eyes to handle. That should have been a sign to you, for the easier an angel is to look at, the farther from grace he has become. And Shouto’s older brother became easier and easier to watch with every passing meeting. By the time you learned the truth about him it was already far too late.

The first time he saw you, it was hatred that pulsed through him. Always the favored one, you were just one more pretty thing that his brother got to have. Another way that Shouto was “better” than him. Thoughts of murder curled in the front of his mind, watching your broken mortal body fracture beneath his rage until you were nothing but a splintered wreck for Shouto to see. Until he noticed that you looked at him far more than his perfect sibling. That was the single drop of poison that bloomed in the wine, steeping him in more greed, lust and envy than he had ever tasted before.

In a way, you were the final shove to Touya’s fall.

The crashing sound of tumultuous waves against a rocky face was the first thing to greet you when you woke. Brine and breeze drifted in and wrapped around your prone form huddled under a thin blanket. The air was filled with a moan, a mournful howl that seemed to be crying for you as you stirred. You were no longer at home in the safety of your own bed, that was apparent when you drew more into consciousness and found yourself curled on a pile of thick pillows. But the detail that struck to your heart that you weren’t home was what you saw first.

Golden bars inlaid with pearl. 

They wove intricately into a gorgeous dome, twisting into a cage to keep you confined as the ocean crashed in the background. Beyond the confines of your prison you could see the open mouth of a cave that you had been tucked away into, one that opened out to face the wide open sea. Even from your spot tucked back in the corner you could tell that it was far too high for you to risk jumping even if you did manage to escape your cage. Your prison should have been a dank, dark and wet place but there were braziers placed in various nooks, burning with holy fire to help sheath the cave in a warmth that kept it cozy.

Lanterns were strung into the roof, also flickering with sacred fire to help ward off the damp. There was even some chairs, a plush rug and an exquisite tapestry strung up on the far rocky wall. Had you not been locked up, silver shackles also twisted around your ankles to further trap you, you might have enjoyed this space as a little hide away from the world. There wasn’t much to do since you were alone and the cage was far too strong for you to force open on your own. So all you could do was wait.

When the sun was sinking beyond the line of the horizon, Touya finally appeared. A dark glee curled in his chest when he saw the sheer look of relief that washed over your face when you caught sight of him. Already he could taste the hope bursting from you, a sweet little treat for him to savor before he got to rip it from your grasping hands. You collapsed against the cage, fingers wrapping against the bars as you peered out at him with teary eyes.

“Touya, I’m so happy it’s you! I don’t know how I got here but I’m glad you found me! You have to get me out of here.”

“Don’t worry, Doll. I’ll let you out.”

Hope was also the thing that blinded you from the wicked glow in his eyes, the slow lap of his tongue across his lips at the thought of you realizing far too late that you were trapped by him when he held you against him. Relief was the next thing that blinded you when he unlocked the cage, completely glossing over the detail that he had the key in his pocket. Touya folded you up into his arms when you collapsed against his chest, sobs wracking your body, feathered wings arching to cover you. 

“Shouto must be worried sick!” you muttered into his chest, “How long have I been gone?”

“Two days. He’s losing his mind right now.”

Your face was buried into his chest so you couldn’t see the razor grin that had split across his gorgeous face. For good measure, he cupped a hand to the back of your head, murmuring soft comforting words to you as you quaked in his arms. It was important he savored this. It was going to be the last time for a long while before you would willingly touch him again. 

“Please take me home…”

Touya chuckled darkly, “Awww you don’t like it here?”

He watched you lift your tear stained face up, staring up at him with bewildered eyes. A thumb swiped gently at the stroke of your cheekbones before hooking down to trail along your jaw. Confusion mottled your expression before the first prick of fear flickered in your eyes. The way your mouth hung open made him want to kiss you breathless, crush you to him until you were pounding at his chest to let you go and even then go further.

“No! Why would I want to stay here in a cage?!”

“But you look so pretty in there, Dollface.”

The dark angel captured your wrists in his hands as you started to back away from him, hauling you closer. Fear burst even brighter in your eyes, your whole form quaking in his grasp. The sight made his cock twitch, breath panting ragged from his lips as you squirmed.

“T-Touya? This isn’t funny! Take me home.”

“Sorry babes. This is your home now.” the way all the hope withered in your eyes when you realized he was your captor had his blood running hot, “Poor little Shouto is just going to have to do without.”

Touya dipped his dark head down before he started leaving scorching hot kisses to your exposed neck. You trembled and thrashed but you just did not have the strength to break free of him. Just how he liked it. Roughly he whipped you around and pulled you back to chest against him, hooking his left arm around your arms to imprison them behind your back. A whimper escaped you as his free hand closed over your neck in a warning grip before sliding slowly down towards your collarbones.

“St-stop it! Touya, please!”

“God’s not here, sweetheart. So you don’t have to pretend to be so pure and innocent now. I saw the way you kept your eyes on me more than Shouto. He was too bright. Too pure for you to handle. Fact is, you craved a bit of darkness didn’t you?” he whispered wickedly into your ear, a hand groping at your right breast through the silky shift you were clad in, “My brother doesn’t deserve you and I’ve decided that I’m going to keep you. You’re mine now.”

A finger and thumb pinched your nipple through the silken fabric, pulling a choked cry from your throat. A rock hard cock rutted against the curve of your backside, summoning up his own groan of pleasure. At first he had wanted to steal you away from perfect little Shouto, the shining son, out of spite. To take away one of the things he wanted the most and wreck you. But the more time went on, the more Touya wanted you for himself. Why break such a delicious creature when he could just take you and keep you? It would stroke the wicked green eyed devil that had started to grow within his chest and also lash out the prodigal son.

“Touya please don’t do this!” you begged, a loud moan escaping you when his hand shot down to rub against your clit, “Ah-! Please! I-I won’t tell anyone if you let me go-”

The sounds of your begging unleashed a clash of emotions in him. On the one hand, hearing your voice break and plead him made his dick twitch against the curve of your ass. It was a delicious little sound and he wanted to hear more from you. But it also sparked a deep rage in him. Touya went through all of this trouble, stealing some of Heaven’s prized metal work to fashion a cage for you here. Spent months scoping out the perfect place to keep you so you couldn’t escape and no one could find you. He had even taken the extra steps to try and make it comfortable. 

“Ingrateful whore.” he snarled, tearing open your shift to bare your form to the seaside air. Any trace of gentleness he had shown before evaporated when he shoved you face first against the side of the gilded cage, “Take a good long look at this cage. Because this and me is the closest you’ll ever get to those pearly fucking gates again.”

You wondered where it had all gone wrong. Wondered how he could do something so awful to you and his brother. He was an angel, one of the holy ones, it wasn’t supposed to be this way at all. Shouto made it easy for you to forget that they could fall just like anyone else. That they could be fallible and prone to corruption.

Afterall, every demon is an angel that’s fallen from grace.

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